[FF] Had a massage and paid for extras

I [F40’s] had to go to Bangkok for business along with a few male colleagues. On the way there talk quickly turned to the seedier side of services that Thailand is renowned for. The men were keen to visit Nana Plaza until I reminded them that most of the performers are lady boys. Excitement waned soon after landing in the country when the various business meetings started.

After two days of work we finally had some spare time. Before flying home the following day. The men decided to see some ‘sights’ which I happily agreed so I could go to the markets for a spending spree.

On the way back to the hotel I passed various hair salons. In Thailand, salons are also spas offering foot and various other massages. Although it is not aloud, even what appear to be legitimate salons, I am told that they will offer a happy finish.

I quite fancied a massage, as it had been a stressful couple of days, but felt a bit dubious about going to a dodgy spa. The hotel had a salon/spa in the lobby so felt more comfortable about going to that one.

[M]y [F]irst post. Long winded, but hey…I was inspired :)

About 10 minutes from home I got a text message from my wife: “Are you almost home? I really need you to be here soon.”

I rolled my eyes. So my son is probably acting like a jerk and my wife is having a bad depression day. So much for relaxing after work.

Got home, parked the car, and dragged my tired, aching back upstairs. As I walked down the hallway toward my bedroom, I saw my son’s bedroom doors closed, which meant he was probably napping. Now confused about the text I received, I started to take my hair down out of my bun as I opened my bedroom door to a bit of humidity and the clean, sweet smell of my wife’s soap.

My dreaded text message had started to take on a much happier meaning. I closed the door behind me and spotted my wife leaning against the wall to my left. She was wearing a thin, loose white tank top that clung just slightly to her damp skin, and a simple but sexy pair of bright blue panties.

Help Me Lose My Mind [M/F]

It wasn’t all that love at first sight, cupid and arrows bullshit that everyone said it would be. It’s kind of hard to describe the feeling or the moment when it all clicked, but our first encounter was more like…like a pot of water boiling over. Let me see if I can explain.

When we first met, it was at a mutual friend of a friend’s party. No special reason, the guy was just a big partier and threw huge ones every weekend at his townhouse about five minutes from campus. His parents were ridiculously loaded and not only poured a large amount of money into the university, they also poured a large amount into their son’s top rated education. Which, of course, he put the money to good use and not at all into being known for having the most insane parties, for having the most absurd amounts of alcohol, and surprisingly never getting in trouble for any of it.

Misunderstanding and fulfillment: Sex eventually gone right [f][m][f][m][group]

On Tuesday we went out with a charming, attractive, and hilarious couple from Europe, but walking in we had modest expectations. Our most common reaction to dates is: “That was okay. They are okay.” Few dates are outright dreadful but few are transcendent.

On this date, though, we all warmed up to each other quickly, with talk about backgrounds, jobs, life experiences, and of course mutual interests. Adam and Tricia were full of stories about the many countries in which they’d lived, as well as a few of [the Killing Kittens parties](https://medium.com/@testing78378_Seattle255/about-killing-kittens-sex-parties-dcf7e3fab05c) they’d attended. I think they’ve had other adventures, some at surprisingly early ages.

Many of the specifics of the conversation have faded from memory, but the warm glow of what seemed to be mutual admiration remains. We bounced from the first bar, which was too noisy for C, to a much quieter bar where we could speak and flirt more easily. There, I was thinking about what might conceivably happen next.

[MF] (AP, Cheating)

**Edit**
This is my (50MM) first post. I welcome any and all feedback.
The stories that I can post here (if well received and more “adventures” are wanted) are all true. And experiences I had during a 3-4 year time frame.
I’m writing under a different screen name of course to protect the innocent and not so innocent. Thank you in advance.

I met Wendy from a social media web site and we had been emailing and texting for about three weeks before we could make arrangements to meet in person.
It was during this time that I learned she was divorced, had 2 daughters and was pretty active. She coached cheerleading, was a member of her daughter’s school PTA, and also worked full time.

Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 8 [timestop nc mf]

*Sorry for the late post! It slipped my mind yesterday. Enjoy!*
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“So it was an accident?” Petra asked, peering down at the screen. “That doesn’t seem very likely.”
Jake shook his head. “Something’s wrong with this. It says I… he… was displaying ‘erratic behavior’ and then just ran out into the street.”
Petra sighed. “There’s just not enough information.”
Jake leaned back in his chair and stretched. Petra’s hunch had been correct; a quick trip to one of the library’s computers had yielded an obituary with the date of death for his other self. There were a couple news articles, too, but the details were sparse.
“Hey wait!” Petra pointed at the article. “Scroll down a little.”
“He is survived by his wife, Sarah, and daughter Petra?”
“I’m alive!” Petra exclaimed. “So where the hell am I?”
“I dunno, Pet. Your room in the house looked like a shrine. Layers of dust, nothing changed since high school. You must have left in a hurry.”
“So where the hell did I go?”
-*-*-
Petra’s eyes snapped open. It took her a moment to realize that she’d been woken up by a loud noise; a door slamming open. It took her another moment to remember that she was tied up in an RV.
Jeremy barely even looked at her. He stormed past to the little table that he used as a workbench and ripped off his time control glove. “Shit,” he said. “Shit shit shit shit shit.”
“Whassa matter, dickhead?” Petra asked, shifting herself up into a more dignified sitting position. “You walk in on your dad blowing the mailman or something?”
Jeremy yanked the wires out of his sleeve and put them on the table, along with the little box that had once been Petra’s father’s time-controlling remote control. “Petra, please, can we not do this? I have to fix this… Maybe I can go back if I do.”
“Fix what? Did your shitty solder job fall apart on you?”
“YES!” Jeremy yelled, slamming his fist on the table. Petra flinched. “Yes, okay? The solder failed, a wire came loose, and things… didn’t go well, okay?”
Petra sneered. “Good. I hope you get caught, and they throw you away for life.”
Jeremy growled and shoved his chair back, raising his hand. He was close enough to reach her, and Petra closed her eyes, but the slap never came. When she opened them again, Jeremy was lowering his arm slowly into his lap.
“Look, I’m… I’m sorry,” Jeremy said, looking down. “Alright? I’m fucking sorry for how this all went down. It wasn’t supposed to… well, things were supposed to go different, that’s all.”
Petra frowned. There was something in Jeremy’s voice that suddenly had her worried. “What happened?” she asked quietly.
“I’ll tell you in the morning,” he said. “If I can’t fix it.”
-*-*-
Jeremy worked for a couple of hours, and finally thought he’d managed to fix his glove. He went to sleep in the back of the RV, and dreamed of nothingness. Some hours later, he woke up, feeling completely unrested. A radio was playing quietly, and someone was crying. Someone young, female…
“Oh god, Petra,” he whispered, pushing himself violently off the bed and running out to her.
Petra was sitting on the floor, which made sense since she couldn’t really go anywhere. Her eyes were red, and tears were streaming down her face.
“Petra, I-”
“Is it true?” she asked. “The alarm turned on the radio. There was a news report. Is he really-”
“Yes,” Jeremy said softly, stepping toward her. “Yes, Petra, it’s true. Your father is dead. I tried to save him, but-”
Petra’s sobs broke out into a wail, cutting him off. She slumped back and slid down the wall, moving her head forward and back, thumping her skull on the faux wood paneling.
“Baby, baby, stop,” Jeremy said, kneeling down and gathering her into his arms. “You’ll hurt yourself. He wouldn’t have wanted you to hurt yourself.”
He wasn’t sure what to expect next. Holding Petra hadn’t been something he’d planned; it had just happened. His girl was in pain, and he needed to help. But when she got heavier, and he realized she was actually leaning into his grip, Jeremy’s heart skipped a beat.
“Shush now,” he said, stroking her beautiful hair. “You’ll be okay. Let me take care of you.”
Petra’s head bowed, and her sobbing softened to an occasional sniffle. Jeremy kept holding her. He would hold her as long as she needed him to.
After all, that was what a good boyfriend did.
-*-*-
The next few weeks were difficult. Jeremy reinforced his glove with hardier materials so he could be certain it wouldn’t ever fail again. At his request, Petra penned a couple of letters; one to her mother and one to the police. They were heartfelt and mostly true, stating that she had left home and wouldn’t be coming back for a while but that she was healthy and safe.
Of course, attending the funeral was impossible, but Jeremy got some pictures and a copy of the obituary for Petra so she could say goodbye. After that, she seemed to calm down a little, accepting that she would be staying where she was. Jeremy set her up with a light ankle chain so she could move around, even letting her get outside a little, but not quite reaching far enough to mess around in the driver’s area. Never could be too careful.
Days turned into weeks, and Jeremy eventually managed to get them a little house on an acreage outside the city. The place was a little run-down, but after a few days’ worth of time-stopped repairs and several trips to the hardware store and the library, Jeremy soon had it looking like a place a person could live in. He kept the door locked and bars on the windows when he was out, so Petra could roam freely about, and lengthened the chain he’d used in the RV so she could spend time outdoors when he was home.
Jeremy experimented extensively with the timeglove. He found that he was able to jump ahead or back by fractions of a second, like a frame skip on a DVR. He was also able to fast forward or rewind by about ten seconds. Any longer than that, and he started feeling intense pain in his skull, like a migraine with teeth.
Petra turned to books to keep herself distracted. She read anything and everything that Jeremy brought for her, and soon the house had a very extensive library. Fiction, History, Science… she even started studying for her GED. Jeremy meanwhile kept going to school during the day as if nothing had happened, claiming to have found a job and officially moving out of his parents’ house. Before long, they both held high school diplomas and were ready to go to college.
Jeremy had worried a lot about what would come next. He didn’t want his princess to live locked up in a tower, but how could he trust her? Still, she seemed much more relaxed than she had once been, save for the sad look in her eyes.
He was lying in bed, running over the problem in his mind for the millionth time, when Jeremy heard his door creak open.
The house was large enough to be comfortable, and Jeremy had set Petra up with her own bedroom. She had slept there every night without fail. This night had been like any other, save for a thunderstorm that was blowing a cool breeze through the windows. It was a welcome change to the usual hot summer nights.
Jeremy’s back was to the door. He glanced at the timeglove on his nightstand, but something inside told him to wait. Letting his eyes close, Jeremy slowed his breathing and relaxed, listening to the patter of the rain on the roof.
There was only the darkness and the rain for what felt like a long time. Jeremy was starting to think maybe he’d dreamed the sound when there was a shifting and a squeak of bedsprings behind him.
Petra slid into the bed and curled up, pressing her forehead between Jeremy’s shoulder blades. He could feel the heat coming off of her, smell her sweet scent, hear the soft rush of her breath as it got slower and quieter.
Jeremy turned over, reaching around her and pulling her in closer, tilting his head and kissing her forehead. She stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, so Jeremy kissed her temple and her cheek, brushing her hair back from her face.
A sliver of moonlight shone through the window, lighting Petra’s skin up in a pale glow. The light was dim enough that her freckles were hidden, making her look like a fragile porcelain doll. Jeremy wiped a tear away from her eye, then leaned in again and kissed her soft lips. At the same time, he slid his hand down her back, pulling her hips in against his own.
Petra closed her eyes, and Jeremy shifted against her, savoring the warm feeling of her crotch moving along the hardening bulge in his shorts. He kissed her again, cupping his hand over her ass and sliding his other hand slowly up the front of the shirt that she was wearing.
Her skin was soft and warm. He already knew that; he’d touched her before. But somehow, it felt worlds better now, without stopping time, without tying her or binding her. Just her flesh and his hand, trailing over her ribs and gingerly up the swell of her breast.
Jeremy continued kissing his princess, noting a little quiver in her lip when his fingertips found her nipple. He circled it, teasing the skin with gentle friction, while his hips humped slowly against her. She was only wearing panties down there, and her bare legs touching his were driving him wild with eager anticipation.
Kissing down her jaw and neck, Jeremy slowly lifted Petra’s shirt and exposed her breasts. In the moonlight they looked every bit as pale and precious as her face had. She was a beautiful doll, his to hold and to protect… and now, his to enjoy, as well. He leaned in and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking softly while his right hand slid down and under the waistband of her panties.
Petra hadn’t been able to groom as well as she usually did, and her copper mound had grown thicker than the last time he’d seen it. He ran his fingers through the soft, downy hair, seeking the source of the heat he could feel rippling off of her. She made a tiny little sound when he found her slit, not really a moan but maybe something working toward one.
Jeremy gently rolled her onto her back, moving to suckle at her other breast while he slowly rubbed up and down along her, learning the feel of every fold and curve. He pushed a little harder at the top where he knew her clit was supposed to be, and was awarded with a soft little whine.
Pulling back grudgingly from her breast, Jeremy lifted himself to his knees and started tugging her panties down. Petra lay still, letting him lift her hips and slide the little garment down her legs until it was completely off. He lifted it to his face and inhaled deeply, filling his sinuses with her sweet musky scents, then set them aside, letting his eyes scan slowly up her body.
Petra lay with her long, smooth legs partly open. Her coppery muff shone almost as brightly as her skin. Her shirt was still pushed up to her collarbones, exposing her flat tummy and perfect breasts. Her hair pooled about her like fire, and her face had a pure beauty normally reserved for true innocents and beauty queens. Even her closed eyelids made Jeremy’s heart jump in his chest, to say nothing of his cock jumping in his shorts, which he removed almost without thinking about it.
Kneeling between her legs, Jeremy lowered himself down close and kissed her once more. “I love you,” he whispered, reaching down and moving to position himself against her opening.
He thrust his hips and slipped along her folds, causing Petra to wince. “Sorry,” Jeremy said, stroking her cheek and lining himself up again. This time, he wiggled the head against her until he felt it begin to move inside, then pushed more slowly.
She was tight, so tight he almost couldn’t get it in. Jeremy leaned on her, gaining ground a fraction of an inch at a time until he started to feel damp warmth. He pulled back a little, using the head of his cock to lubricate Petra’s vice-like grip, then began to push down once more.
It took a few tries, each time going deeper and pulling back with more of the wetness from inside her, but finally Jeremy felt the heat of Petra’s flesh near the base of his cock and her thighs against his own. He moaned in pleasure, staying there and leaning down on top of her, pressing his bare chest to hers and kissing her firmly. His cock spasmed and twitched inside her, reacting to her heat and grip.
After a moment of catching his breath, Jeremy began moving once more. Bracing himself on the bed, he pulled his hips back until he was halfway out and then pushed in again. He moved slowly, pushing as deep as her position allowed. He wished he could get deeper; hell, he wished he could lose himself inside her. But for now, since Petra was laying on her back, he would take what he could get.
Soon, Jeremy had worked up to a steady rhythm. He watched entranced as his princess’s body bounced slowly to the rhythm of his hips, the sway of her breasts and the swish of her hair, the way her eyebrows pulled inward when he pushed a little harder. He sped up a little, arching his back and taking one of Petra’s pale, perfect nipples in his mouth once more and suckling at it, trying to make her moan for him.
Petra didn’t moan, but she did tighten up around him.
Jeremy kept pumping into her, but the pressure coupled with the excitement crept up on him. A rolling shiver slid up his spine, making him jerk his hips a little, and he realized he was cumming. He knew he should pull out or something, but he found his body acting on its own, thrusting down hard against her while he groaned in pleasure.
Panting, Jeremy kissed Petra once more. He lifted his hips, carefully easing his sensitive and softening organ out of her and drawing a little gasp at the final jolt of contact. He smoothed her hair back from her face, smiling, then rolled off of her and onto his side once more.
Jeremy let himself fall back asleep, secure in the knowledge that, at last, she was his.
-*-*-
Petra waited a long time before she came back to herself. She knew that the moment she did, the moment she allowed herself to feel, she would start to cry, and the last part of her that was still proud refused to allow Jeremy to witness that.
As soon as she was certain that he was asleep, she breathed a long sigh and curled up with her back toward him. Tears rolled down her face, and her stomach hurt from holding back the sobs that wanted to come. She wrapped her arms around her knees and squashed them against her breasts, telling herself silently that this was what she had to do. This was how she could survive.
She had been laying in her own bed, listening to the rain and the thunder, when a sort of emptiness had risen beneath her, a gaping maw about to swallow her whole. It was like it finally clicked in her head: she was alone, she had no hope, and nobody was coming for her. Her father was dead, her mother didn’t care about her, and her captor had the power to do whatever he wanted.
She had thought that maybe, if she showed him some warmth, he would be kind in return. She kept telling herself that she had gone to his bed hoping to be held, and that him using her body was unexpected. Unfortunately, she was having trouble believing it.
She felt dirty, like a whore who sells herself for nothing more than a roof over her head. She had betrayed her memory of her father, the only man she had ever truly loved, and proved that she never deserved him to begin with.
Still, she had seen Jeremy’s temper flare when he didn’t get his way. She knew it was only a matter of time before he started hurting people. Maybe if she gave him what she wanted, he would calm down. Maybe he would stop short of doing any real damage to anyone else.
Maybe she could make her life worthwhile, somehow.

Downing Abbey – Chapter 8

(Lucas)

It shouldn’t have been as easy as a weekend with my hot brunette to turn me into a creepy face-gazer like that powdered donut from those vampire novels. The orange rays invading from the east-facing windows lit up her serene face into a warm glow, and between that and the fact she was naked underneath the sheets except for my college tee had my mind split between thoughts of adoration and perversion.

Hickeys on her shoulders and hair all wild and disheveled from being clutched in my fist – Princess Diaries liked a tasteful amount of hair-pulling –, she looked even more perfect than usual, my personal touches adding a sense of customized well-fucked that fed my urge to dominate and claim. I brushed a few strands of displaced hair out of her mouth, and took a deep breath in my newfound place of zen.

This became my ritual, and it was the same yesterday, and the morning before that. She stole this opportunity from me the first time she was here, and I wasn’t about to let that slip away again. It was a warm June morning, and all I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and bury inside of her, but I needed to get into work today and knowing what a time freak she was, she’d probably slap me for letting her sleep this late, but she needed her sleep.

I [f]inally gave my girlfriend a [m]assage a couple days ago

Shout out to a certain redditor reading this– we can’t wait to see you in a couple weeks!

Rachel and I woke up hungover on Saturday morning. We started drinking at like 130am after getting back from Blade Runner 2049 (I loved it; she hated it) and paid the price for our hubris. We’re not in college anymore.

So we woke up at like 1030. She had some volunteering to do– and did it drunk because she’s a champ– and I had some greasy food to eat so I could feel better. One Al Pastor burrito later, I’m back at her apartment, and she gets home. We go back to sleep for a few hours. Upon waking up for the second time, she complains that I’m not touching her enough. Which, to be fair, I probably never am. “Ok, how about I give you a massage?” She agrees and I ask, “With oil?” and she agrees to that, too. She didn’t have any coconut oil in the room, and I wasn’t walking an Entire Flight of Stairs to get it, so I made do with the body oil she had right there.

My first real man [fM] [real]

At this point, I had figured out that it was easy for me to get the attention of the boys, but none of them ever ended up treating me well. Well, they were just boys after all. I imagined a real man would treat me better, but why would a grown man pay attention to me. Even though I was fully developed I still felt like a girl.

In our street, we would always help each other with small building projects. My father was in the process of building a small garden shed but didn’t possess any of the necessary skills except laying the foundation and buying beer. Luckily Michael, a good friend of his, was good at woodworking and he would come into our garden whenever he had some spare time.

Even as a little girl all my father’s friends had been very kind to me, and it didn’t change when I was getting older. The way I was dressing it sometimes felt a little weird sitting on one of their laps. I would catch them looking at me, and sometimes their hands would rest on me for a bit too long. Nobody ever tried anything weird though, and they were just all around nice guys and essentially part of the family.

Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 7 [timestop nc mf]

It didn’t take Jake too long to find Sarah’s missing undergarments. They were hidden behind a plant in the living room. He wound time back to the moment that Sarah had entered the bathroom and put them back on her, then returned to his seat to let things play out, keeping an eye on everything he could.
Of course, no one else really noticed anything amiss about what had just happened. Or if they did, they stayed quiet about it. People tended to do that, he’d noticed, when unexplainable things are going on. The difference was, Jake could explain them.
It didn’t take long for the mysterious guest to strike again. Jake noticed a movement and turned his head just in time to see Sarah’s breasts fall out of her top, flashing everyone present.
“Shit!” Sarah said, crossing her arms to cover herself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
Jake stopped time right there. Carefully, he wound the tape backward, watching his wife’s body move.
Sarah’s breasts rose slowly, as if drifting underwater. They pressed inward, and Jake felt a jarring sort of tug on his mind. The feeling passed, and Sarah was again fully dressed.
“Huh,” Jake said to himself, pausing things again. He let time flow forward as slowly as he could.
There was a definite break-point where it happened. One moment Sarah was covered, and the next she wasn’t. But Jake was unable to get into the exact moment when it had happened. It made sense, since it had happened outside of the flow of time, but it was maddening.
Jake considered the situation, leaning in to look at the handprints that held his wife’s breasts in the air. He couldn’t get into the stopped moment to challenge the intruder. He couldn’t stop anything from happening. He could, however, do some damage control.
“Small hands,” he commented to himself, touching his own palms over the prints in Sarah’s flesh. “But not girl-small. You’re a man, I think.” He smoothed out the prints as gently as he could and pulled the dress back up over her shoulders.
This time, when Jake let time start, Sarah just shivered as if she’d been touched. He couldn’t stop that, but he could at least keep the worst of it at bay, until he found out who was doing this.
When he found out, the worst would come back around again.
– – –
Jeremy listened on his earpiece, disappointed that there was no reaction to his baring of Mrs. Stevens’ tits. Maybe she caught it in time and covered up, he thought, but that seemed like a hell of a feat. Still, they were ignoring him. This wouldn’t do at all.
What he really needed to do was something that couldn’t be covered up. Nothing dramatic enough for the others to get curious, but enough that Mr. Stevens would feel threatened and helpless. Stopping time, Jeremy returned to the dinner party and leaned on the wall to think.
He could leave notes around, that might be interesting. But it just felt like a coward’s way out. What he really needed to do was make the man feel like he couldn’t protect himself or his friends. It was a shame that he’d already gotten off on Sarah’s thighs, or else he could have done some more mischief with the women’s’ bodies. Now it would be at least twenty minutes until he would be ready for anything like that again, and longer if he wanted to leave a lot of “evidence”. That was time he really didn’t have.
Jeremy smirked. What was he thinking? There was no such thing as “no time” for him, not anymore. He had all the time in the world. Whistling a tune, he got up and walked into the kitchen. A snack and a little patience was all he needed, and then he’d be ready to go.
– – –
“Beautiful,” Jeremy breathed, admiring his work. “Simply beautiful.”
He wasn’t sure how long he’d waited, but after his snack, sitting in the Wexlers’ silent home had grown boring fast. He’d pulled out Natalia and Sarah’s breasts and sat staring at them for a while before he got his latest idea. Of course, it wasn’t really something that would be noticed. There was no way he could leave them like this. But still, it was pretty fun.
Sarah and Natalia were completely nude. Jeremy had undressed them and carried them upstairs to the Wexlers’ bedroom, then set about posing them in a few of his favorite positions. He’d made them go down on each other, then posed them on the bed doing a sixty-nine. His latest work had them laying face to face, with Natalia’s legs wrapped around Sarah’s waist as if they were in the process of a particularly vigorous strap-on fucking. He’d even managed to move their faces into something resembling orgasmic bliss.
He’d thought about dressing the women up in something slutty, but it just seemed like a lot of hassle. Hell, re-dressing them after he was done posing them was going to be a pain in the ass.
Still, it did need to be done. Eventually. Jeremy climbed up on the bed and unwrapped Natalia’s legs, taking a moment to run his hand along the warm, smooth skin of her thigh. He pulled Sarah up and off of her, leaving her in mid-air like something from a possession movie.
It was really incredible, he thought, looking down at Natalia’s body. Here was a woman, one of his neighbors, one of the hottest women he’d met, completely naked and spread open like some kind of whore. He could do whatever he wanted, see whatever he wanted. His head felt hot and tight, rushing with excitement and power.
And then there was Sarah. She was one of those hidden hotties, the ones who don’t flaunt it. He’d never again have to wonder who they were, because now he could just stop time and have a peek. Jeremy laid on the bed next to Natalia, rubbing her thigh and looking up at the amazon beauty floating above them. His dick was so hard, it almost hurt.
“Oh yeah!” Jeremy exclaimed, rolling his eyes. He’d been so distracted playing with his dolls, he’d almost forgotten what he was here for. Unzipping and pulling his cock out, he grinned. “So, ladies,” he said, waving it at them, “who wants a taste?”
A couple of moves and turns later, Jeremy had both Sarah and Natalia down on the bed on their hands and knees. He sat between them, leaning on the headboard and pulling Natalia’s lips and tongue up and down the side of his shaft while Sarah unknowingly stared longingly up at him.
“What’s wrong, Mrs. S, are you jealous?” Jeremy chuckled, reaching for her head. “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you.”
Sarah didn’t seem to mind, so Jeremy pulled her in toward Natalia’s open mouth and outstretched tongue, almost making them kiss. With a little manual encouragement, Sarah’s own mouth was soon in a similar pose, and the both of them were pressed to opposite sides of Jeremy’s aching meat.
Moving their heads proved almost impossible without more hands, but Jeremy got a good rhythm going by holding them still and pumping his hips. Warm lips and tongues enveloped him, sending shivers up his spine and goosebumps down his arms.
He pulled them together hard when he came, humping against their cheeks and shooting his goo between them. Sarah’s head slipped out of his grip and pushed upward, smearing the cum that was frozen in the air across her face and taking the last spurt right in the mouth. Jeremy groaned and shook, laying back and panting while the pleasure faded away.
“Now there’s a mess you can’t ignore,” he said, looking down at Sarah’s face. It was going to be a bitch to get her dressed again without smearing that everywhere, but he could always go slow.
Some jobs, after all, were worth doing well.
– – –
Jake felt a twinge in the back of his mind. He was starting to feel the stops when they happened. It was almost like the world skipped a beat. Maybe if it kept happening, he could do something to defend against it.
Sarah and Natalia both gasped in shock at whatever sensations had overtaken them. Jake stopped time as quickly as he could, turning to look at them both.
It was obvious that something had happened. Both women’s hair was messed up from some sort of manhandling, and Natalia’s lipstick was smeared onto her cheek. Sarah, on the other hand…
Sarah was a mess. Whoever it was that was messing with them, it was definitely a male. Jake’s wife’s face was smeared with what was obviously someone’s cum, and there was a look of disgust on her face that made him suspect her tongue was similarly violated.
Growling in frustration, Jake got up and went to the bathroom to fetch a hairbrush, some tissues, and a box of wet wipes. When he returned, he wound time back to the moment that everything went wrong and got to work.
It took a while to clean them up. When he was done, Jake had a small mountain of wipes to get rid of and a black cloud hanging over his head. He’d scraped what he could off Sarah’s tongue, shuddering in revulsion at the necessity of the act. With any luck, she wouldn’t notice much. And with even more luck, Jake would be able to pull himself out of time along with the intruder soon and catch him in the act. He just needed a little more time.
– – –
“ARGH!” Jeremy yelled in frustration, kicking the little trash can as hard as he could. It flew about half a foot and stopped, hanging in the air with little wadded-up tissues frozen in the act of flying out of it.
All this time. Hours now, if you included that nap he’d taken on Mrs. Stevens’ chest after he came on her face. And all he’d managed to do was mildly inconvenience the man. He’d fucking cleaned it up!
Jeremy stormed out of the bathroom and back to the dinner table. Natalia looked a little uncomfortable, and Sarah was taking a pretty long-looking drink of wine. That was it. No confusion, no chaos. Nothing.
Stomping around the table, Jeremy yanked Sarah out of her chair onto her feet. “You wanna clean everything up, huh?” he said angrily, yanking Sarah’s dress up and baring her ass. “Fucking clean this up!”
He bent her forward, pushing her thighs apart and reaching down to unzip his pants. His dick was already hard, and with a little work bending Sarah’s legs Jeremy soon had himself positioned at her entrance, rubbing against the warm folds of skin there.
It was more difficult than it looked in the movies to shove himself inside her. On the first couple tries, Jeremy slipped and shoved himself between her legs. Grumbling in frustration, he took his dick in his hand and wiggled it against her, moving up and down until he found the place where he could slip inside. He eased the head in until he was certain he wouldn’t fall out this time, then grasped Sarah’s hips and thrust forward again.
The sensation was amazing, like nothing he’d ever imagined. Even Natalia’s eager mouth hadn’t compared to the feeling of Sarah’s hot, warm flesh wrapped snugly around him. Jeremy groaned, holding himself inside her, wiggling until he was certain he was all the way inside.
“That’s right,” he said, pulling back a little and shoving in again. “You’re mine. Anyone I want is m-ngh- mine.” He ran his hands up Sarah’s back, pushing the dress up further and grabbing hold of her waist. His thrusts became rhythmic as the anger was replaced with pleasure. “You. Mrs. Wexler. P-Petra. Anyone.”
Jeremy could feel pleasure building, but it quickly dropped off. He tried thrusting harder and faster, but the feeling didn’t last. Grumbling, he pulled back and looked down at what he’d done.
Sarah stood bent at the waist with her legs splayed wide open. Her dress was up around her ribcage, and from behind Jeremy could now very clearly see her pussy. It was gaping open, shoved in every direction by his thoughtless use of her.
“Shit,” he said, sticking a couple fingers into her. He could get them in without even touching her walls. “There’s gotta be some way to-”
The idea came to him like divine inspiration. Jeremy grinned and got down on his knees, going to work. He rubbed and teased at Sarah’s pussy, dragging his fingers along her outer folds and inner walls, smearing the moisture he found until she glistened. He pulled back her skin to find her clit, tickling it with his fingertips. From what he knew so far, this much stimulation would give Sarah an instant orgasm when she awoke from her stopped state. And Jeremy knew what would happen to her body when she had it.
He stood again and moved her, bracing her hands on the table before sliding himself into her once more. He pressed in on her stomach, shifting her insides to wrap more snugly around his cock, and then started moving back and forth once more. He wanted to have a good rhythm for this.
Once he was going at a good pace, Jeremy pointed the transmitter of his timeglove at Sarah and pulled her out of time.
Her pussy tightened immediately, snapping like a vice around Jeremy’s dick. It felt like she was rippling inside, milking his shaft and pulling it into her deeper. Sarah gasped, shocked and confused by her situation, then tensed all over. Her head started to turn, and Jeremy froze her once again the moment her face started to come into view.
“Ho-holy fuck,” he breathed, shaking all over. He was still thrusting into Sarah’s now very wet opening, but the sensation of her gripping him like that had been overwhelming. He’d almost blown it the moment she’d clenched around him.
Jeremy leaned over Sarah’s body, pulling down the front of her dress and grasping at her tits. He buried his face in her neck where she wouldn’t see it, then pulled her out of time once more.
Sarah was still cumming even as she tried to push him off of her. Her legs were shaking and it felt like he was going to get sucked inside of her. She made a noise of protest, but it was drowned out by Jeremy’s groan of pleasure as he started to cum inside of her.
Sarah screamed in anger and shoved herself back, throwing Jeremy off in mid-spurt. He stopped her in time as he flew, but it didn’t do anything to cushion the blow of his ass hitting the hardwood floor.
“Owww,” Jeremy complained, rubbing his aching tailbone and getting slowly to his feet. “Fuck, I shoulda tied you down.”
Jeremy stopped and shook his head. What was he talking about? Tying a woman down and fucking her? This was too much. He’d been a virgin a minute ago, and now he was… something else.
He grabbed a napkin and wiped his dick off, then turned to look at Sarah. She was halfway between bent and standing, and she looked ready to kill someone. Her ass was a little red – obviously he’d been thrusting harder than he thought – and there was a stream of white droplets arcing back from her ass along the path of his unexpected flight.
“Too far,” he said, shaking his head again. Tying a woman up and then waking her up to use her body was a little too much. Jeremy resolved to be far more invisible in the future. He gathered the drops out of the air with his napkin and put it in the trash can, then lowered Sarah’s dress again and set her in her chair. Making sure nobody was looking in her direction, he put her elbows on the table and rested her head on her hands. Maybe she would think she had fallen asleep. Of course, she had cum dripping out of her and smeared across her ass, but hell, maybe her husband would clean that up, too.
Jeremy stepped back and left the room. He needed to think about this. He’d just had sex! With a real woman! Granted, it was his girlfriend’s mother, not what he’d really wanted for his first time. And she hadn’t known it was happening. And she’d fought when she found out. But it still counted! It was sex. It was real. And he wanted more.
– – –
Jake felt another twinge. It was almost long enough for him to grab onto and stop time, but not quite. He was thinking about how he might get a better grip on the moment when he was startled out of his train of thought by a scream.
Sarah sat bolt upright in her chair, shoving back from the table and kicking her legs. Her eyes were wide with shock, and she whipped her head back and forth, looking around the room angrily.
“Sarah?” Natalia asked. “What is wrong?”
“I- I thought-” Sarah swallowed, visibly deflating in her chair. “I’m sorry, I must have fallen asleep. Wow…”
Jake stopped time and slammed his fist on the table. He knew. Even without checking, he knew. Still, he had to see for himself. He stood and pulled Sarah from her seat, moving her to sit in the air above the table. Carefully, lifting the fabric away from her skin, he pulled up her dress to see what had happened.
She was wet down there, for sure. She had probably been made to cum by the intruder. But something else reflected the light, and Jake leaned in to look closer. He spread Sarah’s legs, then softly pushed open her labia.
There was no question. There was cum inside her. Whoever it was had just fucked his wife. They took her, and fucked her, and probably pulled her out of time to feel it.
“Dammit,” Jake muttered. “Dammit dammit DAMMIT.” He pulled Sarah’s dress back down over the scene of the crime, sitting in his chair again. This shit was escalating fast, too fast.
Jake pulled Sarah back into her chair, then got up and walked outside. He walked around the house, then around his own. He checked every yard on the street, every window with a view of Saul’s place. He broke into homes, checking living rooms and bedrooms, looking for someone clutching a universal remote. There was nothing. The Thompsons were having dinner. The Smiths were fucking in their laundry room. That Jeremy kid was still playing some video game with an earpiece in, no doubt calling some 14 year old a nazi jew lizard for beating him at it or something. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Whoever this guy was, he was covering his tracks.
Jake returned to the dinner table, cleaning his wife up a little – there was some on her thighs and ass, making her dress stick – and then started time again and tried his best to convince her that she’d just nodded off. Natalia suggested that they all retire to the living room for a much stiffer drink. Jake was the only one who seemed to notice how she looked at him when she said “stiffer,” and they all agreed that drinks were a good idea.
Once more, maybe twice. Then he might be ready. He could catch the asshole who was hurting his wife and had stolen his daughter. If the price to get Petra back was letting her mother be raped at the dinner table, he was willing to pay it. Whoever was doing it would be paying even more.
– – –
“This really isn’t scaring you at all, is it?” Jeremy asked, considering Jake’s frozen face. “I’ll have to do something more drastic. But first…”
Jeremy turned to look around. The diners had all moved into the living room, and Mrs. Wexler was in the kitchen pouring some drinks. Natalia. Jeremy sauntered in her direction, letting his eyes take her in.
She was leaning forward just a little, pouring rum into a glass of what looked like cola. The amber-colored liquid hung in the air between bottle and glass, catching the light like a cascade of jewels. It was really quite beautiful, but not nearly as beautiful as Natalia’s ass, stretching the back of her little dress enough that a person could see where her panties were, if she had been wearing any.
Jeremy pulled up the back of that little dress, exposing her ass. It was round and tight, and the simple act of brushing his hand across it had Jeremy’s cock twitching in excitement. He ran both hands over it, slowly, squeezing and rubbing those perfect cheeks.
“Fuck, this is incredible,” Jeremy whispered reverently. “It’s almost a shame to do it. You don’t mind, though, do you?”
His hands slid around her body, moving up and cupping her breasts through the thin material of the dress. At the same time, Jeremy moved forward, pressing his crotch against Natalia’s ass and grinding slowly against her. “No, of course you don’t mind,” he said, pulling down the front of her dress, squeezing and playing with her breasts. “Besides, it’ll only take a moment.”
Jeremy lifted his new toy off the ground, turning her and sitting her on the kitchen island that had been standing behind them. He leaned in, standing between her thighs and sucking on her nipple while he rolled up the front of her skirt and pushed down his pants.
It took a little rubbing and feeling, but before long he was parting her folds and slipping the first inch inside of her. Jeremy groaned with pleasure, reaching around and grabbing Natalia’s ass to hold her steady while he eased inch after inch of himself past her entrance until his hips were tight against her upper thighs.
He looked down, and his heart skipped a beat. What a view! Mrs. Wexler’s perfect tits, then the messy folds of her dress, and below that… her completely bald mound, and her pussy wrapped tight around the shaft of his dick!
“Lay down, baby,” Jeremy said, placing a hand between Natalia’s breasts and pushing her onto her back. He gripped her waist, pulling back a little before pushing in again, and again moaned as the last inch of him was swallowed up inside her. She was hot and wet, and he didn’t think it was possible for his dick to fit anywhere more perfectly.
Jeremy started pumping into her, slowly at first, but picked up speed pretty quickly. He put a palm low on her stomach, and found that he was able to keep her from getting too loose by pressing down on her. He could feel a pressure under his hand, the movement of his dick as it plunged into her again and again.
Lifting her legs, Jeremy started thrusting harder into Natalia’s pussy. His impacts forced her away, and he had to use his free hand to keep her steady. All the while, she smiled up at him dreamily, completely unaware of his use of her.
Feeling his climax building, he pulled back. In one quick move, Jeremy pulled Natalia down on her knees in front of him like she had been earlier in the evening. He moved her hands to the outside of her tits and held them there, sliding his slimy, throbbing rod in between and thrusting once more, sliding in and out of the cavern of her cleavage.
He was cumming in seconds, moaning and pumping, and before long there was a thick river of white fluid filling the bottom of that canyon. He stepped back, panting, and sat down on the floor, taking a moment to catch his breath.
This was his life now. Anything he wanted, with anyone he wanted, anytime he wanted. Jeremy smiled to himself, leaning over and reaching between Natalia’s tits, pushing them out of the way so he could see his load on her skin.
He smeared and rubbed it in, coating Natalia’s breasts in a transparent layer of himself, then stood her up again. Her dress was wrinkled, but fit back in place easily enough. After a moment’s thought, he pulled the front down a little; flashing a little nipple would draw Jake’s attention to what he’d done.
Jeremy sighed, gave Mrs. Wexler a slap on the ass, and headed back to his house to take a nap before he started time up once more.
– – –
There was that tug again, stronger than before, along with a sensation of everything skipping a beat. Jake frowned, then stopped time when he heard a clatter coming from the kitchen.
Natalia was leaning hard against the counter. Her knees had buckled, and the look on her face was one that he knew very well. Someone had made her cum.
Turning her around to investigate, Jake immediately noticed that her nipples were half-exposed. From there, it was easy to see that her breasts had been coated in something wet and sticky.
Jake started time again, not even bothering to go back to where he was sitting. He caught Natalia before she could fall. “Are you alright?” he asked.
“Oh! Oh yes, I’m- I think so. How did you get here so quickly?”
“Nevermind. Just sit down.” He looked around. Whoever was doing this, they had to be monitoring things somehow. A camera, perhaps, but he didn’t see anything. “Hey asshole,” he said out loud, “can you hear me? I hope so. You think this bullshit will scare me off? I invented this bullshit!”
“Jake?” Sarah was standing in the door to the kitchen. “Who are you talking to?”
“I’m talking to the motherfucker who stole my girl! He can hear me, and I want him to know I’m coming for him!”
“Jake, stop. There’s nobody else here. You’re scaring me.”
“Whatever. I’ll just wind back time, you’ll forget all about this. But I need to call this asshole out! I need to see his face!”
“Jake, please-”
Sarah stopped talking mid-sentence. Everything stopped. Time itself stopped. But Jake didn’t stop.
He could feel it, this time. He couldn’t see or hear anything, but he could sense the rip in time, and he had his fingers on the edges.
All he had to do was pull.
– – –
“He can rewind??” Jeremy stepped up in his seat and ripped his earpiece out. “He has… I have a time machine?!”
Jeremy ran over to the Wexlers’ house and entered the kitchen. Jake was standing there, red-faced, staring at an empty part of the room. “I guess I have to do something drastic,” he said, grabbing the man by the waist and lifting him up.
Jeremy pushed Jake through the air, lifting him again when he got too low. They went through the living room toward the front door, then Jeremy stopped. He stepped back and watched Jake floating in the air.
Except he wasn’t floating. He was slowly falling.
“Oh shit!” Jeremy exclaimed, grabbing Jake’s arm and pulling him outside. He could feel the weight now, as Jake’s mass reasserted itself in time. He was breaking free!
He moved around behind and pushed instead, heading for the road. One last trick, and he would be rid of the man for good, but it had to be now, before he broke free. Just push him in front of a car, give him a little scare, and then put him back inside. Simple.
Jake was getting heavier. Jeremy gave one last heave, falling hard on the grass, but it was enough. Jake’s body slowly flew through the air, coming to rest in the middle of the road, right in front of a car that looked parked but definitely was not.
Jeremy tensed his hand, getting ready to trigger the button twice: once to start things, and then once more as soon as he knew Jake had seen his predicament.
He keyed the control and time started. The car started moving at full speed, and Jake’s eyes widened in shock. Jeremy clenched his fist, keying the timestop again.
The car kept going. Jake’s hands went up. There was a squeal of brakes and a loud thud, and suddenly Jake was gone.
Time hadn’t stopped. Jeremy looked down and cursed. Hanging from his sleeve was a single loose wire.
The glove was broken. Jeremy couldn’t stop time anymore.
He couldn’t stop time, and he’d just killed a man.