I was discharged from hospital the very same day and back to my boring-as-fuck office job a week later. Most people in a telephone-based sales job like I had would probably have worked in a cube-farm, but not me. No, our sales manager didn’t want us to have our own walls, he liked to be able to yell at us all at once about targets, enthusiasm and other management-speak bullshit.
On my very first day back I was on the phone, listening to a customer lie about what he had asked for and trying to claim the moral high ground about what actions should be taken to return the expensive equipment he had ordered, opened, used and done cosmetic damage to. My blood was boiling, I was oh-so-close to telling him he was more likely to be able to shove the unit up his ass than return it.
I rested my forehead on my desk, the customer still jabbering away in my ear via my headset and covered the microphone so I could sigh in resignation. I remember thinking Just stop, stop, STOP! and felt a kind of ‘twang’ in my head like a string had been plucked on a guitar. All of a sudden the customer halted his self-righteous tirade. Not only that, the general buzz of the office had silenced as well. My heart pounded in my chest, had I just shouted ‘stop’ instead of thinking it?
I raised my head, expecting to see everybody looking me like I was crazy, but nobody was paying me any attention at all. In fact, nobody was doing anything. In the desk opposite me my colleague was looking down at a piece of paper. He was one of those people that habitually spun a pen around his finger whenever he was at his desk, flicking it in the air and doing tricks without even thinking about it. He was pretty skillful, but it was still fucking annoying when he dropped it with a clattering sound on the desk, which was often.
Looking at a piece of paper and spinning a pen around his finger was all normal. What certainly wasn’t part of his regular repertoire of pen-tricks was how the pen was hovering in mid-air over his hand. I wanted to scream, but managed to hold myself together thinking of how embarrassing it would be to scream and find I’d just fallen asleep at my desk or something.
Looking around I saw that nobody else in the office was moving either. The receptionist was paused in mid-stride as she delivered pieces of mail to everybody, the tassels on the fan were in mid-flutter even though the blades were still. There was not a breath of wind or any sound other than my own breathing and heartbeat pounding in my ears. I’d never experienced such all-encompassing stillness before. It was strangely relaxing, or at least it would have been if it hadn’t been so surprising at the same time.
I stood and reached across our desks, plucking the pen out of the air. I was able to move it without any difficulty, it seemed to weigh as much as a pen should. I held it between my finger and thumb over my desk and let go, it stayed right there and didn’t drop. Looking beside my mouse pad I saw a rubber band and picked it up as well. I pulled it apart, feeling a usual resistance from the elasticity, and then relaxed, expecting it to stay stretched out, but it snapped back to its regular size.
Hooking it over my thumb, I pulled it back like a slingshot and let go. The rubber band flew through the air normally at first, then slowed down and then stopped in mid-air before hitting the ground. I couldn’t make any sense of it. Looking out the window, I saw cars on the street below, nothing was moving. My eyes widened when I looked in the sky and saw some large passenger-carrying jet just hovering on the spot like a helicopter with no propellers.
I wandered out of the office, marvelling at all the impossible hovering and balancing acts frozen in time. It was fascinating but my initial panic, which had faded with the sheer mesmerising power of this situation, returned with gusto. What if the world had stopped forever? Would I be left with only a bunch of life-like statues as company for the rest of my days? Would there even be any more days and nights?
My throat worked as I swallowed hard in fear. I knew the last thought that had gone through my head before this happened was ‘Stop’ so, hardly thinking that it would work, I thought ‘Go’. Nothing happened. The world remained as still and silent as ever. Panic rose.
Go.
GO.
GO!
“… happened to ‘The customer is always right’, Jeff?”
I opened my eyes to see my shoes on the office floor, my forehead resting on my desk, and heard my customer talking to me on the headset. I heard the clatter of a pen as my colleague failed to catch it and raised my head, bewildered.
“Jeff?”
“Huh?”
“Look. Just tell me when the courier will be here to collect this.”
“I’ll get back to you.”
“No, tell me n…”
I hung up and looked around at the bustle of the office. People were doing their best to sell things to customers for the highest price they could get away with, paper was being shuffled around so the shufflers could look busy, countless eyes stared out of windows wistfully at the beautiful sunny day as they listened to the voicemail greeting message of yet another customer who was away from their desk or on holiday.
The thought that I’d imagined the whole thing crossed my mind, but subsequent experiments have proven that wasn’t the case. Whenever I finish my jaunts into frozen-time, I always end up back where I started.
Looking back now, it’s impossible to say how long I’ve spent in frozen-time in total. Time is obviously kind of meaningless there, but I would estimate I’ve lived an extra thirty years with time stopped and I only seem to have aged in the comparatively small proportion I’ve spent in ‘normal-time’. I do all my sleeping in frozen-time, all the stuff that doesn’t require human interaction, like reading a good book, gets done in frozen-time.
I realised almost instantly that I didn’t have to go to work anymore, money would be easy to come by for a person who could stop time. However, there was one thing I really wanted to do before I effectively disappeared off the face of the earth as far as this job was concerned. My opportunity came later on in that very first week.
My boss was, shall we say, not the most likable person in the world. Maybe that’s just the way sales managers have to be, but God damn. He was paid a hell of a lot more than the rest of us and I knew for a fact he spent most of his time in his office watching funny video clips of cats on his computer. That was a bit of a kick in the teeth but the way he berated and belittled his staff made him truly hate-worthy given his own conduct.
He had something all the single, and some of the married, guys in the office wanted besides an easy job, though. His daughter, Jasmine, possessed a beauty that surpassed any model or actress I had ever seen. How John and his troll of a wife had produced such a stunning girl was beyond me, but there you have it.
Almost every week, she would come and visit her Father in the office, trailing the scent of flowers after her, presumably the jasmine she was named for. Rumour around the office was that she had plans to be a model, had already done some work apparently. That didn’t surprise me at all. With her flawless skin and luxurious glossy hair, she’d definitely sell magazines, or clothes, or whatever it was she was hired to do.
I suspected she wouldn’t be a runway model, they’re supposed to be tall but Jasmine was probably only a little bit over five feet. She certainly had the walk down pat though, half the office went silent every time she visited as the male contingent watched her sashay over to her Dad’s office, her tight little ass normally hugged in a short skirt and her small breasts closely outlined in some thin-strapped top. She nearly caused a riot the day she didn’t wear a bra and the colour of her hard nipples could be faintly seen through the material. What a little heartbreaker.
Jasmine was one of those girls you can look at, as long as the boss doesn’t see, but you better not lay a finger on her. Her looks, her youth, the fact that she was the boss’ daughter all made her absolutely untouchable. With my new ability, though, I had different ideas, I was going to do a whole lot more than touch her, and right in front of her Father too, though he would never know it.
For somebody who suddenly had such a
n incredible control over time, the days spent waiting for Jasmine to show up in the office really dragged. At last, on what became my final Thursday in the office, she arrived. The doors opened and heads turned as if she had been announced.
My jaw dropped when I saw her, she was as pretty as ever and looked to have spent her afternoon having make-up applied, she could have been on her way to a magazine cover shoot. Her long, rich-brown, hair was draped over her shoulders and obscured the view of her upper body. At first it looked like she wasn’t wearing a shirt, her breasts covered only by her flowing locks, but as she got closer I could see just a little bit of the strapless top between the two main cascades of her hair.
Jasmine walked straight past me without a glance, as she always did to everybody, and went to the door of her Dad’s office, knocking and then entering without waiting for a reply, probably interrupting a hilarious video of a cat falling into a fish tank. The door closed behind her and I put down my headset, leaning back in my chair as I waited for a few minutes with a smile on my face.
With a mere thought I brought time to a halt, feeling that now familiar ‘twang’ in my head as I did so. I strolled towards John’s office without a care in the world, thinking only of Jasmine and the body that had been teasing me since I started working in that hell-hole. The door opened and I saw that the sexy little teen was sitting on a chair in front of her Father’s desk, he was reclined in his expensive management-only office chair, apparently listening to something she had just said, and looking bored.
I circled around Jasmine until I could see her pretty face and went down on one knee beside her. I’d never had the opportunity to look at her close up and was pleased to see that her beauty was no illusion of distance, she was every bit as perfect under close scrutiny. Her face was frozen with her lips pouting, as if she was a little kid not getting her way, but it just looked mind-bogglingly sexy on her. A girl her age had no business possessing such full lips, she looked like she was born to suck cocks.
The thought alone had my dick straining against my clothing, aching to test the proposed theory. I unzipped my pants and fished around inside, pulling my hard cock out through the gap in my boxers until it stood stiff and proud in front of Jasmine’s unseeing eyes.
I stepped close to the young girl and performed an act of utter blasphemy, sinking my cock into her liquid-smooth hair and smearing pre-cum into it. She had probably spent hours making herself look perfect, little did she know that I was going to be the biggest beneficiary today. I pulled my hips back, extracting my cock from her hair, and pressed the tip against her face, spreading my natural lubricants over her cheek, up the side of her nose, using the pristine aspiring model like a little whore.
I rested the shaft of my cock on the soft cushions of Jasmine’s lips, which had light pink gloss applied making them look oh-so-kissable, and delved my fingers into her hair, pulling it back over her shoulders to reveal the strapless top that had teased me when she arrived. Jasmine’s Father looked on with eyes that saw nothing and the same bored look on his face as I, his former employee, rubbed my cock all over his only daughter’s lips.
I pushed her bottom lip down and away from her pure white teeth with the tip of my cock and let it spring back up with a soft, wet, slapping sound as it snapped back into place.
“I’m going to make your daughter my little slut, John, you pretentious asshole. Bet you never thought you’d watch me fuck her right in front of you, did you?”
John didn’t answer of course, he just kept on looking as if watching me use his daughter for my own pleasure was about as interesting as waiting for the bus. I gripped Jasmine’s chin and opened her mouth until her pretty pink lips were parted far enough that I judged I could force her to take my thickness.
I spun Jasmine’s chair to the side, I wanted my cock to enter her with an unobstructed sightline between the point of penetration and her Dad. I knew he couldn’t see anything, but it’s the thought that counts. Revenge is a dish best served with a cock in your enemy’s daughter.
Having positioned her appropriately, I slid my hands into her hair on either side of her head until I felt my fingers curl around the back and get a firm grip before I pulled her open mouth inexorably towards my hard cock, which was pointing right at her parted lips. I watched as the tip of my cock glided straight into her mouth and groaned in bliss when I felt it sliding over her hot and wet tongue.
Jasmine was a little sex goddess, she looked like she was fulfilling her whole purpose in life, sitting there on the chair with my cock embedded in her mouth. I pushed forward until I felt my cock hit the back of her throat. An eighteen year old girl like her would normally be coughing and gagging under this kind of treatment, but Jasmine was frozen in time and didn’t react at all as the squelching sound of the impact rang out in her Dad’s office.
I pushed her legs apart with my knees so I could stand even closer to the girl with her mouth on my cock, which caused her scandalously short skirt to ride upwards until I could see a tantalising patch of white panties, a sight I’d only ever dreamed of seeing before. I grabbed a handful of hair at each side of her head, twisting the bunches around until the makeshift pigtails were like handlebars that I could use to both pull her mouth towards me and away.
I began roughly fucking Jasmine’s face, each thrust producing the same wet squelch my first penetration had. Daddy’s little girl was getting treated like the filthiest of whores right in front of him and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
I wondered how many guys had already had the pleasure of feeling her luscious lips around their manhood. It couldn’t be too huge a number, given her age, but I bet none of them had face fucked her like this, she was the kind of girl that would have always been put on a pedestal, wined and dined, always asked for permission for every little thing. Not today. Today she was giving me anything I wanted.
With the short skirts Jasmine routinely wore, I had thought I might get that aforementioned peek at her panties, but never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined that I would be forcefully pounding away at the back of her throat in front of her helpless Father. I pulled at her pigtails, driving my cock into her as hard as I could until I felt a faint popping sensation and my length began disappearing down her neck.
I moaned in ecstasy as the teen’s pale pink lips edged closer and closer to the base of my cock, her eyes staring straight ahead, totally unfazed by what I felt must be her first deep throating. Her mouth had felt fantastic, she may very well have pleasured every guy in her school with mind-blowing oral sex, but her throat was so tight, I couldn’t imagine she’d ever had a cock in there, petite girl that she was.
At last her face was pressed against my body and even with a rough tug on my twin handfuls of hair, I couldn’t force any more cock into my boss’s daughter. I released my grip and placed one hand on the back of her head, making sure I didn’t slip out of her mouth as I gently rocked back and forth, just enough to stay hard as a rock while keeping my full length entirely embedded in her.
With my other hand, I lovingly stroked her cheek and brushed all her hair back, not wanting to obscure the view for either myself or her Dad. I left my cock buried in her throat for what would have been the equivalent of several minutes in normal-time. Only those men dating world-record-holding free-divers could have been given a deep throat blowjob as extensive as the one I was receiving.
The head of my cock was being hugged on all sides somewhere in the depths of Jasmine’s throat and I was in heaven. I slipped the fingers of my free hand down the front of her top and cupped her perky little teen tit before pushing her top down to reveal her chest in its entirety.
Jasmine’s modest swells had the look of a chest that was still growing, but I thought she was old enough to mean that probably wasn’t the case. On a taller or bigger girl they would have looked out of place, but on Jasmine the small bumps looked absolutely perfect. The hue of her nipples matched the pale pink lip gloss she had chosen so closely that I had
to wonder if she had taken that into consideration when applying it.
I rubbed and pinched her nipples with my free hand while my cock remained buried in her tight throat. I was mildly disappointed that they didn’t get erect, but that disappointment was more than offset by the sheer joy of groping this untouchable teen sex goddess. The joy was only magnified by the fact that it was my asshole boss’s teenage daughter.
With a cacophony of squelching sounds I began to pound my full length in and out of Jasmine’s throat, extracting it until the tip rested on her tongue briefly, before thrusting forward until her nose hit my pelvis. A mixture of pre-cum and saliva began drooling out of her mouth, pumped out by my cock, and dribbled down her chin before dripping off. Some globs of this mixture landed on her little tits, some hung in mid-air like she was deep throating in zero gravity.
If I were a betting man I would have put most of my money on the idea that John had never thought his only daughter would get used for sex in his office, extra odds for whether he would be present for the occasion or not. I could feel my climax fast approaching, thanks to the incredible Jasmine’s mouth and throat around my cock, but I had bigger plans for where my cum was going.
Reluctantly stepping back from my teen fuck toy I watched as inch after glistening inch of my hard dick slid out over her lips until it was free and a thread of pre-cum stretched out between the tip and her face momentarily before breaking. I walked over to John’s desk and with a sweep of my arms, cleared it of everything. Most of it hung in mid-air beside the desk, it was really strange to see but the objective had been achieved, his desk was clear and I was going to fuck his daughter on it.
I walked back to Jasmine and scooped her up in my arms, she looked like such a little teen princess with her pretty face and perfect make-up. Her royal appearance was somewhat marred by the dribbles of pre-cum and saliva, but that didn’t detract from her sexiness in the slightest. She felt as light as a feather, it was easy to carry her and place her on the surface of her Dad’s desk, legs dangling over the edge closest to him.
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