Circling back to the front of John’s desk I pulled Jasmine back by the shoulders until she was lying flat. It was such a big desk that her head wasn’t even over the edge, but I reached under her and gently spread her hair out in the classic magazine cover pose. It was such a sexy contrast to see her so beautifully arranged as if for a classy photo shoot but with her tits out and the evidence of her cock sucking all over her chin.
With a well-placed kick, I sent John careering against the wall on the wheels of his office chair, clearing the way for me to kneel in front of his daughter. The bored expression never left John’s face, I couldn’t imagine what he would say or do if he was actually able to see me reach up his daughters skirt and slowly, teasingly, pull her panties down.
Her panties were completely off the ends of her toes before I let myself gaze at her pussy under the shallow shade of her short skirt. It was every bit as beautiful as the rest of her body, bald and smooth as if freshly tended to by a true expert of Brazilian waxes, impossibly tight looking, and between the outer folds of her sex I could see that same pale pink that matched her lip gloss. This was a girl that knew all about colour coordinating.
I bent my head to her sex and slipped my tongue straight between her smooth folds and tasted her pussy. I slid my tongue as deep as I could, lapping at every wall of her teen slit, tasting her most private area and likening it to the sweetest honey I’d ever had.
When my tongue was as deep as I could thrust it, not that I was any kind of snake-tongued rock star, I felt something I hadn’t suspected could be even possible with a girl of Jasmine’s innate sex appeal. This day just couldn’t get any better, not only was I going to fuck Jasmine on her Dad’s desk in front of him, I was going to deflower her as well. I should get struck by lightning more often.
In my pocket I had a tube of lubricant, having not been entirely sure how fucking a time-frozen girl would work when I woke up that morning, I slipped the nozzle into her pussy and squeezed out a generous serving before stashing it back in my pants and getting undressed from the waist down. I lifted each of Jasmine’s feet up on to John’s desk until her pussy was spread wide before me, and her Father.
I climbed on to the desk and braced my weight on two knees and a hand as I pointed my throbbing cock at her unused pussy. I could only imagine what the view was from the vantage point of her helpless Dad as my bare ass descended towards his little girl’s virgin pussy, led by a long hard dick.
When I felt the cool jelly on the top of my cock, followed shortly after by the first kiss her pussy lips ever imparted on an erection it finally hit home just how different my life was going to be from then on. All the most beautiful women could be mine, and I was going to start by giving the unresponsive Jasmine a rough introduction to the world of fucking, I was sure it would be a long time until anybody fucked her as hard as I was going to, never mind the fact that she was currently a virgin.
Jasmine’s labia were pushed to either side as I forced my way inside of her until I felt the tension of her hymen. Safely embedded I carefully wrapped one arm around her shoulders, and the other arm around the small of her back, holding the time-frozen teen in place before thrusting my hips forward and shoving my entire length inside the virgin girl all at once.
Jasmine’s natural tightness was incredible, the petite girl felt like she was being stretched to her absolute limit to accommodate my cock. I wasted no time building up pace, and began jack hammering my cock into her, completing the defloration of John’s little girl as he sat by, unable to do anything.
My balls slapped loudly on her tight ass and I felt her entire body shaking as I squeezed her against me. Jasmine’s firm little tits pressed gently into my chest as I defiled the unaware virgin on her Dad’s desk and I pulled my arm out from around the small of her back to squeeze one, never relenting my frantic assault on her pussy.
Her tit was much less than a handful, but it felt so perfect as I mauled it lustily, squeezing and pinching, getting to know it by feel as well as sight. She was easily the sexiest girl I had seen in real life, and her pussy was so tight that I knew I wasn’t going to last very long, especially after the lengthy deep throat blowjob I had made her give me.
I mashed my lips against hers when my climax came, her mouth still open from when my cock had occupied it, and kissed her deeply as I felt the overwhelming pleasure of my hot seed claiming her virgin depths in my name. Never in my life had I felt a pussy so naturally eager to squeeze my cum out as Jasmine’s, and I thrust into her as hard as I could, as long as I could, desperate to prolong my orgasm, basic instinct taking over and making me want to deposit as much semen into her as possible.
At last there was no more pleasure to take from the aspiring model, no more cum to give her, and I collapsed on top, nuzzling against her long soft hair and smelling the scent of flowers up close. I wasn’t sure how long I stayed there, I supposed time was pretty irrelevant now, but eventually I caught my breath and began softening, still inside her.
I stood back on the ground and pulled my cock out of her roughly abused pussy, seeing a river of semen slop out after me before becoming motionless halfway down the crack of her ass. I had absolutely defiled this virgin and it was the most intense sexual experience of my life. Jasmine had given me a gift almost as precious as my ability to stop time, though she didn’t know it.
I gathered my pants, boxers, shoes and socks before going over to the door, wiping my cock on John’s suit jacket, and getting dressed. Breath caught or not, I was pretty shattered from fucking Jasmine so hard and went back to my desk to recline the seat and recover. Before I knew it I was asleep, again I had no idea how long for because when I woke up nobody had moved, the sun was still in the same position in the sky, I felt refreshed though.
I took a deep breath, thought GO, and watched as sound and movement returned to the world, my perspective shifting slightly as I was put in the exact position I had been when I stopped time. I grabbed a bottle of water off my desk and took a deep drink, quenching a thirst that seemed more proportional to an entire day since I last drank rather than a few moments. I didn’t know exactly what that might mean, the mysteries of space and time were beyond me, but there was certainly a lot to think about.
That’s when another interesting thought came to me. In an office only a few seconds walk from where I was at that very moment was the sexiest virgin I had ever seen.
STOP!
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Timestop 2: The Teen Tennis Star
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Katia Krupinova is the latest beautiful blonde Russian tennis sensation sweeping the world. Rumour has it that the eighteen year old sports star has never "known" a man and Jeff is just the person with just the ability to test the validity of that claim.
When he stops time and steps out on to centre court, this is one tennis star that is about to get some intense time-frozen sex that she will never know about.
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Timestop, Paranormal, Virgin, Older Man, Younger Woman
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*****
I fucking love tennis, and lately I had
even more reason to attend live events. Ever since I was a teen myself I was absolutely gobsmacked at the seemingly endless series of beautiful blonde Russian tennis stars that seemed to be making as much money from sponsorship as they did from professional tennis.
The latest teen sensation making waves in the tennis world was Katia Krupinova. Eighteen years old, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, she was a stunningly beautiful athlete. She had never won a major tournament, but had been beaten in the final twice in the past year to the current #1. I’d travelled to Chicago to attend the prestigious Atchison Open, where Katia would once more be attempting to topple her nemesis for the first time.
Beautiful athletes were nothing new, especially within tennis, but Katia was special. Recently she had picked up a lucrative sponsorship deal with an energy drink and she was plastered all over the back of buses and billboards. The TV-spot, though. Oh holy fuck, the commercial. It was the sexiest piece of advertising I’d seen in a long time.
It had her going from playing tennis underwater in a swimming pool, to having a drink of Splendade and playing on a regular tennis court with a rocket powered racquet. The greatest thing about the commercial was that she was in a bikini the whole time and wet from the pool. It was a real eye opener seeing her big tits bouncing in ways her regular sports bras never allowed. I had to admit I was a bit smitten, and suddenly had an urge to buy Splendade.
As if that wasn’t enough, her relationship with her coach was high-profile for all kinds of reasons. First, he was twice her age and that is always fodder for the tabloids. He struck me as a real sleaze-ball, having started the relationship with Katia while he was still married himself. There were also the rumours about how regularly he cheated on her. She said she didn’t believe them, they were in love, and so on. OK, so she was eighteen, she can do what she wants with her body, her life.
That’s where it got interesting though. It seemed that all she wanted to do with her body was play tennis. It had been leaked to tabloids, and later confirmed through more reputable sources, that Katia was a virgin who was saving it all for marriage. She was one of those dreamers who wants to marry ‘the one’ and have him be her one-and-only her whole life. In addition to that, she didn’t want to risk getting pregnant when she was at, or near, the top of her game.
With my ability to stop time, I was going to see if the claims of virginity were true. My power was going to bypass any danger of her getting pregnant, because when I started time again it would reset everything back to the moment I stopped it. As for her reluctance towards sex before marriage in general, well, technically she would still be a virgin on her wedding night if she still was now.
Virgin or not, I was going to have one hell of a good time with her time-frozen body, and I was going to do it right there on centre-court in front of everybody, especially her sleazy boyfriend. He was obviously going to start divorce proceedings the day after deflowering her on the wedding night, but if all went according to plan I would beat him to the punch and his unseeing eyes would be staring right down the barrel of her well abused vagina as all my cum leaked out of her and on to the firm green ground of the grass court.
*****
“Ticket.”
The huge man checking tickets at the gate looked like he’d much rather be smashing a beer bottle over somebody’s head in a bar brawl than dressed in a security uniform under the hot sun. I handed over my front-row ticket with what must have been a suspiciously-wide smile, causing the man to raise an eyebrow as he punched a hole in it with a little clipper thing that was utterly lost in his massive hands.
“Hold your arms out straight to either side please… sir.”
I could have just stopped time right there and walked in, Katia would already be there somewhere, but I actually wanted to watch her play a bit of tennis first, so complied with his request. He gave me a quick pat-down, ignoring the lump of my wallet, but investigating the mysteriously shaped item in my other pocket. With it still half-inside my pocket the security guard saw that it was a full tube of lubricant.
“Always be prepared, my good man,” I said.
The bored and mean expression cracked into a huge smile as he guffawed, dropped it back in my pocket and gave me a slap on the back that almost qualified as assault.
“Good luck, guy. Have a nice day,” he finally said, waving me on.
It was easy enough to find my seat, hard to mistake the front row for anything else but the front row. I couldn’t wait to see her in person, and hoped her beauty was not down to camera tricks and a dedicated make-up artist, there was always the possibility that I had built her up too much in my mind too.
Finally, when the seating was almost entirely full, I clapped politely with everybody else as Katia and her early-round canon-fodder walked out on to the court, sports bags over one shoulder and waving at the crowd. After they’d sat on the side of the court for a while adjusting their shoestrings and picking from their selection of racquets, I was pleased to see Katia head towards the side of the court I was on. I was going to get the classic tennis-girl view of her whenever she was serving or waiting to receive a serve, bent over at the waist with her skirt lifting at the back.
As she walked a bit closer I was happy to see that the cameras had not lied to me, she was gorgeous, there was just no two ways about it. Her white top and white skirt would soon be partially see-through with sweat in this heat, and the blue sweatbands and cap nearly matched her eyes, which were absolutely piercing with focus, she was in the zone, her mind completely focussed on the fine execution of her craft, her trade, her art.
It appeared the other player was serving in the first set and I smiled along with the millions of male viewers in attendance and around the world via TV as Katia bent over and swayed slightly from side to side as she waited. I wouldn’t have said it was like time stood still, because I knew what that was actually like, but it surely did seem to slow down as the increasingly more private expanses of her long toned legs were exposed.
I wanted her right there and then, but I also wanted to watch a bit of tennis first. That’s one of the requisite skills of quasi-immortality, patience. The eastern European player with a name I couldn’t pronounce threw the ball up in the air and sent it racing towards Katia with a loud grunt and at an insane pace. Katia responded with a lightning quick shift to her side, a swing of the racquet and a much more, dare I say it, sensual groan of effort, sending it back over the net.
I gasped, clapped and ogled along with the rest of the world as Katia fought her way towards an inevitable, but much more tightly contested than expected, win. Near the beginning of the final set, when Katia was once more on the receiving end of the still-powerful serve of her counterpart, I felt the time had come. As she bent forward and her skirt raised, I concentrated, waiting for the perfect moment.
STOP!
The familiar ‘twang’ in my head and then utter silence. I suspected that one day it would feel totally natural to have time on a string, but for now it still felt incredibly alien. I looked around me at all the men (whose eyes were firmly planted on Katia’s ass) and women (some of whose eyes were also planted on Katia’s ass) frozen in whatever position they had been when I pressed the pause button on the universe and shook my head in a well-how-about-that gesture before climbing over the barrier in front of me and dropping down on to the court.
I walked towards Katia with a silly sense of being slightly star-struck. It was an incredible feeling, the ability to stop time wasn’t just able to bring me near the rich and famous, it would also allow me to have as much sex as I could handle with the more attractive ones.
As I neared the time-frozen teen, I resisted the urge to reach out and squeeze her ass, partly from wanting to hold back as long as I could and savour the moment, and partly from not knowing quite where I wanted to start with her. I circled around the blonde beauty and had to duck my head down a little bit to peer under the rim of her cap and look her in the eye. The intensity I had noted at the start of the match w
as still there, she was focus personified.
Because she was bent over at the waist, I was able to see down her top and see the strain her sports bra was under in its efforts to contain her large breasts. I reached down and pried her fingers off the tennis racquet and then sent it spinning through the air, watching as it slowed down and then froze before ever actually hitting the ground.
Turning back to Katia, I circled around to her back again and inched closer until the front of my pants made contact with the back of her skirt. I closed my eyes and smiled, Katia Krupinova was bent over in front of me, and as my cock hardened in my pants I was acutely aware of it nestled between her ass cheeks.
I opened my eyes again and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her firm body against me even harder. Every inch of her exposed skin was beaded with sweat as if she’d just had a marathon sex session. I knew better, obviously having just watched her play tennis for the last hour or so, but even if sex wasn’t in her past, it was definitely in her immediate future. If that made any sense with time stopped.
I pulled my hips back slightly and flipped the back of her skirt up over her lower back, revealing the skin tight bicycle shorts she had on underneath. They honestly looked like they might have been painted on, they showed every curve in fine detail I swore I could almost see the pucker of her asshole.
Paying no heed to the television cameras, or the silent crowd, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick before pulling her body against me again. I watched the Splendade branded ass cheeks hug my shaft once more before kneeling down to have a good look at her.
The official television crews had been given a slap on the wrists several years ago about focusing on the female players skirts every time they flipped up during a serve, so they weren’t able to show the good bits anymore. I had no such restrictions placed upon me and admired the shape of her pussy, clearly defined in the black and white of the form-fitting material that covered her.
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