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Sometimes smutpunk has a serious message about stuff like imperialism and some of the dangers of modern society. Sometimes smutpunk will make you smarter for taking the time to read it.
[Peel the Banana!](https://www.moctezumajohnson.com/smutpunk/2018/11/19/peel-another-banana-america/)
What do you make of this poem?
(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)
The next few days for Harry were miserable. Not quite sure where his outburst came from, he wished he could take it back. It was something he said in the heat of the moment, the dirtiest thought that came to him. It didn’t really mean anything… did it?
During those days, spent well away from Ms. Davies, Harry had plenty of time to think. And yet, after all that time deep in contemplation, the answer still wasn’t clear.
He told himself that theres no way he’d actually want to see that happen. Having already seen it, he hated Michael for it. However, there was also no denying that if his body hadn’t been petrified solid at the time, he probably would’ve had an erection. But is that maybe just because of Ms. Davies? He had spent so much time wondering what she looked like naked and he finally got to see it. Perhaps it had nothing to do with Michael? But perhaps it did. As confused as ever, the only thing Harry knew for certain is that he shouldn’t have said it.
The Neighbor Boy
It has been a long day, work was rough and that asshole, Tad…fuck he pisses me off. During my drive home, I cannot help but stew and fume over how that cuck took credit for MY project, I’m so upset over it that I forget to call and let you know that I’m coming, but you already know something is wrong. As I pull into the driveway, I notice the lights in the front room and entry turn off, leaving me puzzled but still pissed off.
I come in and hang my coat and keys in the dark before searching for the light switch, my fingers catch the switch and flick it on and as I turn around, I find you nude in the hallway, with your ass in the air, hands reaching back and spreading your ass inviting me to use you until I feel better. I walk by you and order you to crawl to the living room and wait in attention until I return, as I walk for the bedroom to change. As I undo my belt I realize that this isnt my job, I call your name softly and you come and bow deeply from the waist inquiring what you may do for me, and I reply with my usual, “I need help undressing.” which in all actuality isn’t false. Those years in the Army completely fucked up my back and knees, as it is, it is hard for me to bend over and squat. Regardless of the circumstance you set off diligently to your task, slowing removing each piece of clothing until I am down to my boxers, at which point you look up at me wantingly, visibly distraught in suspense and desire for me, I’m not ready.
As the smoke welled up around them a burning sensation overtook him. The smell of marijuana empowered his senses to new heights. As he looked down on her in the small porch hanging on the back of his apartment. He could see the lace of her bra on the very edges of her low cut shirt. His heart quickened in pace as he moved even closer to her, her long dark burnt orange hair rubbing against his arm.
She took another long hit of the joint she held in her hand as she looked up to him. Her eyes speaking every word that she couldn’t find herself to say to him, or him to say to her. She passed the joint to him, one last hit, he took it up to his mouth and took a long drag. As he was breathing in the smoke, he stared into her eyes, and a fire erupted in him, a fire of wanting. He flicked the last bit of the joint off the balcony and leaned into her, pressing their bodies up against each other.
They kissed hard. Breathing their desires into each other, he wanted her, and he made sure he would get everything he wanted of her. Reaching up he grabbed her ponytail and pulled it back, hard, breaking off from the kiss. “Go to the bedroom. Now.” He spoke rough, already out of breath from the anticipation. “I’m going to take you.”
“How?” She asked, innocent enough. He knew what kind of girl she would be for him, but better yet, that she wanted it. She craved it, and so did he.
“By making you mine. Now go, and don’t disobey again.” He said as he grabbed her hair and forced her to look into his eyes again. The passion and lust bursting from his very being. They made their way inside and to the back room in the apartment. He opened the door and let her in the room. “Now strip down.” He commanded her, and she obliged.
She slowly took off her shirt letting the laced black bra stand out against her pale skin, and brilliant hair. Next were her jeans. Once those came off she stood looking at him, biting her lip as she reached up behind her back to unfasten her bra. Her breasts fell out the second the clasp was undone, large and pierced. He could only think of the pleasure he’s going to torture her with using those silver barbells.
Slowly he lifted his hand and motioned for her to come to him. She instantly came up to him, and tried to embrace him with a kiss. That was not allowed, and was something she was going to be punished for. He quickly moved his hand from a come here motion to grabbing around her neck in a swift motion. “No. You must be inspected first.” He said with a soft low voice, almost a growl as he took his hand away from her. Making his way in a circle around her body he took in every inch. How her long hair fell down to just above the tailbone. How the black thong hugged her large hips. The silver bar that were through each nipple. He could smell the excitement from her, the wanting.
Pointing to the corner of the room, “Kneel there. Hands on your knees, and legs closed.” She did as she was commanded. “Do not move.” He said as he turned and walked into the closet. He knew exactly what he wanted to use on her, his pet, his slave. Pulling the wooden box off the top of the shelf he could feel the excitement and heat building up in him once again, but even more intense like a thousand burning suns.
He walked in front of her and set the box down on the bed. “What is that?” His slave asked, the anticipation quivering inside her.
“These are the tools and toys I will be using on you. They will bring pain, but they will bring even more pleasure.” He couldn’t mask even the slightest satisfaction he got from her asking the question. The fear, excitement, and lust for him saturated every word she spoke. He worked with his back to her, pulling the tools he wanted from the box, laying them across the bed.
Once he was finished he turned and pulled on each button of his shirt and pulling it off. Keeping her gaze. Next was his undershirt. He could see her squirm, the anticipation was like pure ecstasy, the drug of lust. Once his shirt was off he went about taking off the rest of his clothes. He stood in front of her, looking down upon her. “This will be hard. This will be rough. You will obey, every step of the way, if not you will be punished.” He slowly bent down to her ear and whispered. “Nod if you understand that, my slave.”
He could hear the gulp as she sucked down the last bit of air, and gave a quick nod of yes. Grabbing her hair and forcing her neck back to look up at him he said, “Good.” While he took his hard throbbing cock and forced it into her mouth. “Now do what my little whore is supposed to, and suck your master’s dick.”
She did as she was told, wrapping her mouth around him, she started to slowly let him go deeper and deeper into her mouth. Every pass of her lips took him a little bit further to the back of her throat. She wasn’t going to stop until he told her to, just like was her job. Reaching up with her hands she grabbed his cock, and started sliding her hand up and down while flicking her tongue around his head in a circle. He pulled out from her embrace and smacked her hand away. “No, you are not allowed to use your hands, only your mouth.” He spoke sternly while grabbing the back of her head and forcing it back deep into her mouth. He let her move back and forth on him. She slowly tried reaching up with her hands again. He pulled out of her mouth while slapping her hand away.
“I said no hands.” He growled at her while smacking her across the cheek. “Now open, I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth since you can’t listen to directions.” He placed his right hand behind her head, while his left hand grabbed just below the jaw and forced her mouth open. Forcing her onto his cock, as deep as her mouth would allow him. She let a small gag escape her. “That’s not the first of those tonight.” He said smiling down at her. He pushed and pulled her head, making him go as far in as he could, picking up pace each time she was forced to take all of him. He forced all of him into her as fast as he could making her gag, her spit dripping all over him and her down her face.
He pulled out quick from her. The sweat beads forming on his body. “Up.” He commanded, moving closer to her as she rose. He grabbed her pussy with his palm, her wetness already soaked through the underwear he let her keep. Placing just his thumb on top of her clit he turned her and pushed her back to the bed, and with a last push put her on top of it. Making his way back to his box he picked up a pair of velvet lined leather cuffs.
Her eyes followed him as he made his way around the bed to where her hands rested. Gently but firmly he grabbed her by the forearm and placed her wrist within the cuff. Taking no time to clasp and lock the cuffs he reached down and attached them to a chain he pulled up from the bottom of the bed. Once both cuffs were securely locked to the chains beneath the bed he moved back around to her ankles, running a finger ever so gently down her arm, across her bare chest, and resting only momentarily on top of her pierced nipple, waiting just long enough to make them hard. Then he moved his hand down her stomach and just above her clit, where he rested his finger just for a moment before making his way down to her ankles. Grabbing each firmly and placing them within their cuffs.
He reached for a black pole, she took a sudden inhale of breath but ignoring it he clasped the hook to one cuff, and then the other. Here now she was spread on the bed, naked. Her hands cuffed and her legs spread, she was his now.
Standing over her he took in everything about her. The way her flame-orange hair sprawled underneath her head, how large her breasts were and the way her nipples were hard, the glint off her piercings, the paleness of her skin against the blackness of her underwear. Her eyes never left him as he looked over her. He slowly took his hand from the top of her ankle and slowly brought it up her entire leg, to the top of her hip, the edge of her panty line. He hooked his finger underneath the edge and ran it down till it was right about her clit, he just left his hand there a second keeping her eye contact, making her bite her lip.
Once he saw she couldn’t take it anymore he slowly lifted himself onto the bed with one knee, placing a hand on each of her hips, and then hooking in his fingers he pulled out and ripped her thong off, letting the remnants lie on the bed. She let out a soft low groan. He moved his hand back up her body to her nipples, and with his thumb slowly started circling it, and flicking the barbell. She took a quick breath in as he played with her nipples. Slowly he leaned closer to her chest, keeping eye contact with her as he bent down, the breath from his mouth fogging up the silver ball. She started to squirm with anticipation.
He quickly took his other hand, and brought it up to her pussy and squeezed tight, holding her down, resting his thumb on her clit. At the same time he took his mouth down on her nipple, and bit, gently at first but then harder, flicking his tongue across her nipple and barbell. She let out a loud moan of pleasure, of wanting. He slowly started inserting his finger, and using his thumb on her clit, causing her moans to grow. Making her squirm against her restraints, pushing her whole body down and into his hand. Next, he started inserting a second finger, making her gasp even louder and push hard against him. Her head back and body arching, pulling against her wrist restraints.
“PLEASE!!” she moaned. Looking back up at him, lust and fire burning in her eyes.
“Please, what?” He said, looking down on her. He inserted another finger into her, feeling how wet she was, how much she wanted him.
“FUCK ME! OH PLEASE FUCK ME! PLEASE, I CAN’T STAND IT!” She panted. Her body shaking.
Grabbing the black bar he put her legs up in the air, and wrapped an arm around her thighs pulling her close to him. She pulled on the restraints and looked up at him, waiting for what he was about to do to her, anticipating the pleasure. He slowly inserted himself into her, she gasped and pulled, trying to force her body down on him faster. To take in more. That only caused him to go slower, to agonize her. Holding on to both of her legs he started thrusting himself into her, picking up speed. Going deeper into her. She started wriggling in pleasure, moaning, and breathing in as if it would be the last time she could ever taste air. He could feel her pulse around him, craving for more.
Right when she was about to come he slowed down and then stopped. She looked up at him with a want in her eyes. He let the moment slow, let her gain control of herself. Then without warning, he forced himself back into her hard. The audible suck of air she took on enveloped them. He slowly reached down with his thumb as he thrusted and started rubbing her clit. Her moaning grew even louder, she tried even harder to push herself into him. He got her to the edge, right to the moment of her ecstasy. Forcing himself harder into her, he pushed down on her and barely audibly whispered. “Come for me now.”
She exploded into a scream, her back arching high in the air. Every muscle in her body suddenly clenching and then slowly falling into a relaxed state. She melted into the bed. Pulling out of her she let out another moan. He got off the bed, letting her legs fall. “Just because you got off doesn’t mean that you’re done.” He said as he made his way around the bed to her head.
Panting and out of breath, she replied, “But I can’t. I can’t do it anymore.”
“You can, and you will. Now lick yourself off of me.” He said while looking down at her still restrained body. He held himself in front of her mouth. She lifted her head, took his cock in her mouth. She went slowly down him, using her tongue to lick herself off of him. She worked her way back up to the tip when he emitted a groan of pleasure. She started sucking on him hard and quickly moving him in and out of her mouth. He pulled back from her. “No. Not yet, I told you I’m not done with you yet.” He said while taking a deep breath.
“I can’t. I can’t go on any longer. You took it all out of me.” She breathed deeply and pleaded.
He slowly moved his hand down to her pussy, and grabbed her firmly. “I still feel you pulsing. Wanting more. I still feel how wet you are.” He stopped and took a deep breath, then made his way just out of eyeshot of her, behind her head and kneeled down. “You can take more, and you will. I still haven’t come yet, and there’s only one place I’m going to be doing that.” Then he leaned just a little bit closer, his mouth right next to her ear. “And that’s in your ass.”
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She breathed in deep as he stood. “No.”
“No?” He asked back, puzzling. “Are you denying me this?”
“I don’t know if I can.” She breathed again, looking at him, trying to imagine what was going to happen to her next.
“I’m telling you, you can. I’m also telling you, you will. If you tell me you can’t or no one more time, I’m going to punish you. Do you understand?” He growled back at her.
Not trusting her words she just nodded at him. He took his hand and ran it down her body again, this time, she quivered at every area he touched. He made his way down to her pussy again and grabbed it. “Seems like you’re still wet. So see you still can, and it seems like you want it even more than you know.” He interred his finger again, letting her escape a moan. “Oh yes, you can definitely handle more. Now get up and get on your hands and knees.”
She slowly rolled over and got into the position he commanded. The bar between her legs forcing her legs apart. He stood behind her, admiring her, his new toy. This position spread her already fucked pussy and made her ass hole tight. It made him want her even more. “Get down on your elbow, I want your whole body down, just where I’m going to fuck you up in the air. Do you understand?”
A moment passed, with a deep breath. “Yes.” She said. He walked over to her and place his hand on her ass as she repositioned. Her entire body shaking from anticipation, fear and excitement. He slowly moved a finger down to her spread pussy and inserted it. She let out a gasp of pleasure. He slowly worked his fingers around inside her, making her moan and move toward his finger, wanting more.
Slowly removing his finger he stroked up to her ass hole and gently pressed the wet finger around. Her whole body clenched, while she let out a little whimper. “No, you need to relax. The more you tighten up the worse it will be. Now relax.” He commanded while gently twirling his finger around the entrance of his new pleasure hole. Her body slowly started to relax, while her breathing increased.
He moved his hand and finger down to her pussy yet again, making her moan and squirm. Once he got her worked up again he pulled out his finger and moved it up to her ass again, pressing on it gently, and moving his finger around the edge. Her body didn’t clench up as much, but he could still feel the shaking. Then he traced his finger from her ass down to the tip of her pussy and then back up again. She let out a moan of pleasure and excitement.
Then while she was in mid moan of ecstasy he placed his hand where her ass and back met and pushed down while he taking his finger and pushing it into her ass. She yelped and sucked in a deep breath. He slowly started to work his finger into her, while using his thumb to massage and play with her pussy. She moaned and yelped and gasped with every move he made. She clenched her entire body around his finger, but that didn’t stop him from working on her ass more.
“Hmm yes you can take this, and you can take a lot more.” He said in a rough low voice to her. Then he took his next finger and slowly pushed it in with the first. She let out a scream of pain and pleasure. “See,” he said, then slowly leaned into her and whispered, ” and next you’re going to take my cock. You’re going to take all of it and scream and moan and beg for more.”
She took a deep breath in between another yelping moan. “No. I can’t. I can’t do it. It’s too much.” She pleaded.
Like a lightning clap, he moved his left hand and brought it back and spanked her, leaving his other fingers in her ass. A yelp escaped her mouth. “I,” he said while bringing down his hand again on her ass. “Said” then another spank. “Do Not.” Two quick smacks one to each side as he curled his finger in her, hooking her, keeping her held in place. “Tell Me.” Then with one last thunderous clap, he smacked her ass and she screamed out. “No.” He growled, his voice low.
He held her in place with just his two fingers. “I’m sorry.” She whimpered. “I won’t do it again.”
“You’re right. You won’t disobey me again. Those spankings weren’t your only punishment.” He spoke, with a commanding voice as he pulled his fingers out from her ass. She let out a gasp as he did it. “No now you’re going to get fucked, and not for your pleasure. This is for me. You will not cum. You will take all that I give you, and you will take it willingly and as long as I want it.” When he got done speaking he pushed on her back and moved her into him, where he thrust his cock into her wet pussy hard.
Thrusting into her hard and fast, making her entire body quiver. She let out a soft low moan. “You are not to cum, this is not for your pleasure.” He told her again as he pulled her head back with the ponytail and rammed himself deeper into her. Quickly he pulled her ass back into him, making her legs and holes spread wider. Holding her in place with his left arm, he used his finger and thumb to spread her apart and make her tight ass hole spread just enough for him to pleasure himself with it.
Pulling himself out of her pussy, he slowly pushed his cock into her ass. She let out a scream of pleasure and pain as she tried to pull forward away from him. “No.” He growled, and she immediately stopped. He slowly pushed himself deeper into her. Letting out deep breaths she took all of him. Once he pushed in as far as he could he slowly started moving back, making her feel every inch of him again. Once he got right to the tip, about to remove himself completely from her he once again pushed all of his cock into her ass. Grabbing each hip he pulled her back into him even more. “Now what are the rules, my whore?” He whispered to her, holding her in place and making her feel him.
“It is not for my pleasure. I will not tell you no again. And,” she breathed deep fighting her urges. “I will not cum.” She let out a whisper between deep gasps of breath.
Starting off slow, he would push himself deep into her ass, and then work his way out till he was almost all the way out and only the tip was left. Then he would pick up his pace and force himself back into her harder and deeper. He continued this building his pace, getting harder and rougher.
He reached around and gave her clit a simple, quick and hard slap, then held on to her. She moaned in pleasure. Her body instantly shivering as she knew she was not to enjoy this and this was for his pleasure. While shoving himself deep inside her he smacked her ass, hard. She let out a yelp of pain.
He quickly grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back towards his. “This is not for you.” He grunted as he forced himself into her again. “You will not cum.” He spoke pulling himself out. Then he held her in place and picked up his pace, even more, getting rougher and deeper inside her. He pounded her hard, he felt her entire body quiver and shake around him. Fighting the urge for a release. With one last and final and hard smack on her ass as he rammed himself deep into her, and released, letting her scream out in a mix of pleasure and pain.
He pulled himself out of her, letting his cum drip down her. Then he pushed her down on the bed, to where she lay flat on her stomach again. He walked around to the front of the bed, to where her head lay. He gently put his hand on her chin and lifted her face to him, “Open.” He commanded, staring deep into her eyes.
Not wanting to fail her master again she did as she was told and opened her mouth. He took his cock and put it in her mouth, allowing her to suck the last of him. Then he pet her head while saying, “good girl, now rest and we will begin working on you more later.”
[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9xgwdd/summoning_an_incubus_xpost_from_reroticliterature/)
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“Excellent work Jesse, top marks.”
The brightly lit classroom held a small cluster of students, all seeming as bored and uninterested as any other class in the world. At the front, a familiar green eyed young man gave a small smile to his teacher. The board in front of him had been filled with a series of runes and symbols, almost gibberish to the untrained eye. But to a student of witchcraft, it was a rather hefty accomplishment of memorization. Jesse gave a nervous laugh.
“Thank you Miss Jetta. It’s really nothing.”
The teacher shook her head, standing up from her desk. “No Mr. Murphy. You’ve improved greatly over this past month, and I am genuinely impressed.” She smiled. “This is your last year, and it finally feels like you’re taking your study seriously. Now go sit down, and let’s finish the lesson.”
She felt his presence even before she saw him. Her body responded immediately knowing he finally arrived at the restaurant just as her phone rang. It was him. His deep southern voice resonated through her mind as her thoughts swirled. As she entered the parking lot her heart race. Her palms already slick with sweat from nerves. She knew he was already there. Even before her hand reached for the turn signal she could feel his presence. The weeks of anticipation had left her hands trembling and clumsy as she fumbles to call and let him know she’s arrived, but just as it begins rings she is started by a gentle tap on the window. It’s him. As she open the door cautiously he slowly steps in the door way before she can stand to greet him. His finger tips brushing the violet hair from her face as he gently graces her cheek. Looking into her eyes he realizes instantly that no matter how vivid his memory her beauty surpasses every vision. His finger tips swirling through her hair and massaging the back of her head only compounding her inability to think of anything but giving in. As his finger wind around the back of her head he leans in to finally taste her lipstick stained mouth. His tongue gently parting her lips as he slowly and deeply probes every inch. Asking in a soft but stern voice as he pulls away, “did you do what I asked”. Her face instantly flushing red as she nods and hikes her skirt mid thigh. Days earlier he had instructed her in a very stern, and out of character message that she was to wear a thong not satin, a skirt that comes above the knee, a top that shows some cleavage, and a light colored bra. His devious smirk widening with every bit of progress as her supple thighs parted to reveal a powder blue thong out lining the soft curves of her mound. The cool breeze hitting the chilling the few dew drops of her juices just beginning to make their presence known and giving away her arousal. Her knees shaking as he just started in awe, so deeply she can feel his eyes tracing every curve, his eyes glazing over as he is pulled further and further away from reality by her stunning curves. “How will we ever get through dinner when dessert looks so perfect?”
The words drove like a freight train through her mind. Rattling ever desire and need, dragging them to the surface. His teeth barely barely dragging his lip in anticipation as the last syllable leaves his tongue. Knowing just how badly he desires to devour her making it near impossible to keep her from wrapping her hands around his head, forcing him to his knees, and just grind against his eager mouth to finally relieve even a slight amount of this torment.
We should make our way to the table.
Its been several days since i finally told my boyfriend about my fantasy about me being dominated. I was thrilled because we were gonna do it today.
We were in his apartment. We were alone. He lives with his friends but they were out. I was so turned on when he tied me to his bed to a doggy-position, but i didnt show it to him. I tried to crawl away. I begged him to let me go. My both hands and feet were tied and i couldnt move.
He puts it in and starts fucking me. “No, please not this way”, i beg. I try to get off from the ties. “Theres nothing you can do”, he says. And i knew its true. So hot.
Then it happens. Someone bursts into the room. The door wasnt locked. Fuck. He comes to the bed and i recognice him. Its one of my boyfriends buddys. My boyfriend stops fucking me and yells “what the fuck man?” He just stares at me, at my little asshole, and i cant do anything. I cant move or cover myself. I feel shamed.
My boyfriend just attacks him and punches him in the face. They fight on the floor.
Let me preface this by saying that the events in this story are part fiction, part fact. The events are based on real life, while the conversations and details have been suitably modified for better narration and in the interest of anonymity.
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I used to work at a big finance firm a few years back. Our company hired many junior undergrads as summer interns who were invited to work on certain projects for a few weeks. Based on their performance and abilities, they would be later extended a full time position (or not). One of the things I used to love about this program was the eagerness and enthusiasm of those young undergrads to please their superiors. I have always had a dominant streak in me, be it inside the bedroom or otherwise. Setting up rules for someone to achieve their goals, training them with the discipline they need to develop in themselves, pushing them out of their comfort zone, are some of the things I have found that I enjoy that naturally come to me. Being a mentor for a small team of these summer interns would mean taking the responsibility to guide them through their project, and cultivating these skills in them. Besides, their willingness to learn was the cherry on the cake.
Air travel is so hectic these days, with all the security and long lines, that I was happy to have been upgraded to first class. I was even able to snag a Diet Coke while the other passengers were boarding. The flight was full, and the remaining passengers were boarding when a quite attractive lady in business attire stopped my seat.
“Excuse me, I believe I am beside you in 2-A” she said pleasantly with a very nice smile. And I was quite happy to be seated next to this lady for the next 3-1/2 hours, rather than some overweight guy in shorts and a tank top.
I stood and stepped aside to let her in to her seat.
“Hi, I’m Matt”, I said to her once we were situated.
“Hi Matt, I’m Sandy” she said as she asked the flight attendant for a glass of wine.
We chatted prior to takeoff about our destination, San Francisco, whether we had been there before, favorite restaurants and such. Checking her phone before departure, she had a text message from someone, which caused her to tear up, saying “damn you” under her breath.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
2 years ago i started a series called “The Timestop”. Unfortunately the last two years have been very hard for me and, despite having a lot of the main story completed, I was unable to publish anymore of the story. The last few months have been a lot easier and i am now pleased to say that a lot more content is on the way. I plan to publish the next few chapters of The Timestop before introducing a new series along side it. Chapter 2 is not as long as the last chapter but I had to restructure a lot of the story and so this is a compromise I have had to make. I hope you enjoy and I promise chapter 3 will be far better.
The Timestop Chapter 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5116xd/the_timestop_str8_fm_school_anal_huml_cuck_nc/
Chapter 2:
Mrs Carter sprang back into life as I unfroze time
“Now girls-“ she said before stopped mid sentence. Her eyes had suddenly gone wide and her jaw started to slack.
“Time…time…I…” she muttered as her hips started to gyrate and her hands dug into the desk. i could see her knuckles going white as she found to keep herself composed, her look of shock turning into confusion.