Time Manipulation Mind ControlChapter 6: Hot Teacher’s Frozen Passion free porn video
Justin Sampson
I glanced at my time-frozen friend, beset by bewilderment. Sam couldn’t have a crush on me. She was almost a robot at times. Today, talking about this time dependency, was one of the few times I’d ever heard her sound so emotional. Right before my little sister froze time, Sam was excited about the fact that the atomic clocks around the world had gotten minutely out of sync with each other, detecting the nanosecond or so it took for time to stop everywhere. So to find out as she had a crush on me ... It had me blinking in confusion.
“No, there’s no way she has a crush on me,” I said to my sex slave. “She doesn’t like anyone.”
“Oh, Master, she got super jelly of me,” Aurora said. My sex slave wasn’t frozen by time because she was clinging to my arm when my sister stopped it. I extended ... a bubble of influence around Aurora, immunizing her against the paused moment. I didn’t know why my sister and I both could stop time; It didn’t make any sense.
But we could do it, so that’s all that mattered.
“I know she was brusque with you, but that doesn’t mean she’s jealous,” I said. I studied Sam, dressed in her usual baggy sweatshirt, her black hair gathered in a loose braid just to keep it out of her face. She didn’t do it to make herself look cute, though it did help. With her glasses, she had a nerdy vibe that would be hot if she just put a little more effort into her appearance. “You just don’t know Sam that well. That’s just how she acts. She’s ... blunt. Direct.”
“Oh, Master, she totally has a crush on you,” she said. “Why else would she hang out with you all the time? I bet she just doesn’t know how to tell you.” My sex slave moved before Sam, Aurora’s blonde ponytail swaying down her back.
Aurora looked so naughty with my jizz drying on her face. Before we left my house to head to our high school that morning, her and my mother gave me a blowjob. It was such a hot way to start the day. I came on both their faces. Aurora already was a complete slut before I made her my sex slave by whispering into her ear while she was frozen. So she’d posted the pic of her kissing my mother, snowballing my jizz back and forth between them, on Instagram.
That probably wasn’t a smart idea to let her do that, but it was so hot.
A mischievous grin crossed my sex slave’s face. Her green eyes twinkled as she grabbed the hem of Sam’s sweatshirt and yanked it up before I could stop her. She exposed Sam’s pale stomach and small, firm breast dusted with light freckles.
I gaped at the sight of my friend’s tits. I never expected to see them. Apparently, Sam didn’t wear a bra. She probably thought they were too much effort and didn’t require one since she had A cup titties. They were fucking lovely. I groaned as Aurora grabbed them, squeezing Sam’s firm breasts.
“Mmm, these are nice, Master,” Aurora said. Her tongue flicked across her pink lips. “Look at those areolas. So puffy and pink. I bet they swell up when she gets excited.” Aurora’s finger swept across them, stimulating my friend’s nubs. Even though time was stopped for Sam, her body would still have physiological reactions to being stimulated. Aurora could make my friend’s nipples hard, or even make Sam cum.
No! That was my friend. Sam wasn’t a slut like Aurora or Cassandra, the other girl I messed with yesterday. Anger surged through me. “Stop playing with her tits, slut!”
Aurora jerked her hands away, thrusting them behind her back. Shock crossed her face. “I’m sorry, Master. I thought—”
“She’s my friend, not a whore like you and the sluts you used to hang out with!” I growled.
“Of course, Master,” Aurora said. Something naughty flicked across her face. Her green eyes looked me up and down. She’d thought of something.
My cheeks suddenly warmed with embarrassment. Did I just give her more evidence that I had a crush on Sam? I mean, Sam was the only real friend I had at our high school. It was Sam, Eddie, and me until Eddie transferred to another school. Now it was just her and me.
And Aurora.
I glanced at Sam and her freckled cheeks; pink tinged of them. My eyes fell down on her still-exposed breasts, her sweatshirt frozen before it could fall back down and cover them. I yanked it down, covering her. I grit my teeth. I didn’t have a crush on my nerdy friend.
Aurora only smirked more.
“She doesn’t have a crush on me,” I growled. “Come on, we have things to do.”
“Well, you could make her have a crush on you.” Aurora shivered. “You could ... hypnotize her.”
I gave my sex slave a hard look.
“I don’t mean that you should make her a whore like me, Master,” Aurora continued, her voice breathless. “But, at the very least, you can confirm that she does have a crush on you.”
An idea rippled through my head. I studied my friend as my plans swelled and blossomed. I swallowed, then leaned towards her ear. I don’t think I had to whisper to someone’s ear, but it just felt ... right. I carefully formed the words in my mind, not wanting to change who Sam was, nor wanting to make her love me. She was the one girl at my school, that one woman I knew, who didn’t deserve to be made into a whore. She was ... above all that.
If I had a crush on her, I would totally make her hot for me. Which only proved that I didn’t have a crush on her because I didn’t want to do that.
I whispered my carefully thought out commands into her ear: “Sam, if you have a crush on me, you’re going to want to confess to me. You’re going to feel the urge to ignore any fears or other concerns that have kept you from admitting your feelings to me. But that is only if you have romantic feelings for me.”
I hesitated, then I added, “In addition, if you do like me, you won’t be jealous of any sex slaves I have. Or any other girls I fuck. Not even my mother or my sister. None of that will bother you, not even incest between me and my family.”
I don’t know why I added that. I didn’t have any feelings for her.
She was Sam.
Then the perverse thought of seeing Sam with our English teacher, Miss Daisy, shot through me. I already had fantasies that the busty, redheaded teacher was a lesbian that had a crush on Sam. My dick throbbing in my jeans, I hastily added, “Also, you have bisexual desires that you want to explore. You won’t be shy about experimenting with a girl, even a teacher, if they come on to you.”
Aurora giggled. “That’s my perverted Master.”
I glanced at her and arched a warning eyebrow at her.
She put on a look of contriteness I knew was utterly false. Her mischievous, green eyes shone with too much amusement.
I shook my head, unable to help myself from enjoying her playfulness. Aurora just had such a zesty cuteness about her. Her horny playfulness was endearing. I put my arm around my sex slave’s shoulder and glanced up the street towards the entrance to our school.
I smiled at who stood there frozen. “It’s time to get to work.”
Krystal Sampson
The moment I stopped time, I left my friend, and now lover, Ji-Yun behind. I darted onto the school grounds, just so eager to get back at my bully. I froze everything the moment I spotted the mean bitch lounging with a couple of the asshole punks who flocked to her.
My pigtails danced behind me as I darted past the paused students, weaving through them frozen in midstep, mouth open as they talked to each other. Many had their faces illuminated by the screens of their phones.
I was a little breathless by the time I reached Pearline’s side. She had such a dumb name. Pearline. She should be the one bullied, but the Black girl stood tall, holding herself with such confidence. She was gorgeous, too. Like Beyoncé gorgeous, with that same coffee-cream hue to her skin. Her hair was a thick, braided weave flowing down her head, half the strands bleached blonde. She had her sycophants fawning over her, guys dressed like they were straight out of a heavy metal album cover. All just a bunch of posers preening for her attention.
It was so sick.
As far as I knew, she never fucked any of the guys who fawned over her and did her bidding in a vain hope that they would get a taste of her Black cunt. Well, I thought that sort of devotion should be rewarded. Because it was such a shame that Pearline was such a cock-tease. I might be gay, but I thought guys deserve to get their dicks wet.
Especially in the cunt of a burgeoning slut like Pearline.
With glee, I set about stripping the Black girl naked. It was difficult, with her leather boots and skin-tight, vinyl pants, but I tugged and pulled and yanked. I grunted and groaned, working off those boots followed by those tight, skinny pants.
I was sweating, my face flushed as I stood up, seeing her in her panties. They were skimpy, a thong. The back strap vanished between her perky butt cheeks. I smacked her rump and giggled as my handprint froze in her flesh.
“Have fun, baby sis,” Justin said as he and his sex slave sauntered by into the school.
“Oh, I intend to,” I said
Before Justin and his sex slave vanished inside, he called out, “I’m off to deal with the principal.”
“Good,” I said, attacking Pearline’s thong next. I ripped it down her muscular thighs, exposing a trimmed bush. It was shaved close enough on the side for the narrow cloth to cover it while leaving her with pussy hair so she didn’t look like a complete slut.
I would have to change that.
I held her panties to my nose, savoring the tart musk of her pussy, before I thrust the skimpy thong into my skirt pocket. Licking my lips, I peeled off her biker’s jacket next, throwing it onto the ground and stepping on it for good measure. She wore a halter top beneath, no evidence of a bra. It cupped her round breasts into a lovely pair of jiggling mounds that she would shake in front of the pathetic guys’ faces to manipulate them. When I pulled it off, it left her tits frozen in mid-jiggle, suspended against gravity, waiting for time’s flow to resume to affect them.
I gave her left tit a smack, giggling as it jiggled back and forth for a moment then paused. I loved freezing time.
I set about posing her next, bending her like a living doll. I soon had her on her hands and knees, perched like a bitch about to get fucked from both ends. I tilted her head, pried open her mouth, and lifted her rump to accept cocks. She was about to get spit-roasted. I wasn’t a fan of the next part, but I hurriedly posed two of her sycophants so that their dicks, stroked hard by some fast pumps, were thrust into her mouth and buried into her cunt.
Everyone in position, I nuzzled up against Pearline’s ear and whispered my commands, my pussy clenching in delight: “You are a slut, Pearline. You love taking every single dick you can into any one of your holes. You love it when guys cum in you, even jizz on you.” The memory of Justin’s spurting his spunk onto our mother’s breasts last night burned through me. He turned our mother into a whore. “You’re such a whore now, Pearline. All you want to do is satiate your cunt. You never, ever want to bully another person, especially me!” I paused. “Also, sluts like you keep their pussies shaved.”
I shuddered, bounding to my feet. My pussy was so juicy. I pulled out her panties and breathed in her tart musk one more time. From now on, her pussy would be soiled. It would be filled with nasty spunk.
Grinning, I gave her male sycophants quick commands to enjoy her body whenever they wanted, to not care if they were seen, then I scampered into the school. I had desires of my own to satiate.
I was off to see my favorite teacher. Miss Daisy.
I skipped through the halls, weaving through the time-frozen students. My pussy was on fire, eager for me to play with the busty, redheaded teacher’s body. Miss Daisy was young, fresh out of teaching school. I would make the teacher cum so hard. I would finally get to taste her pussy.
Yum!
I paused when I passed the cutest girls, giving them the naughty command I came up with. “Whenever you pass me, Krystal Sampson, your pussy will instantly flood with juices. Then you will take off your panties and give them to me, saying, ‘Please, enjoy the scent of my hot cunt on my panties.’”
I giggled every time I said that to a hottie. I would have such a collection of cute girls’ panties.
Soon I reached Miss Daisy’s classroom. I burst in to find her before her desk, getting set up for the day. She wore a low-cut, ruffled blouse, light blue in color. It set off her green eyes. Her slender glasses were perched on her nose. As always, she wore a skirt with pantyhose. That would make things difficult for me to steal her panties, but I was resourceful.
I loved my powers.
I darted around her desk, my pigtails flying behind me, and started arranging her. I bent her back, bracing her hands on her desk. Then I nudged her thighs apart, maneuvering them to look like she was about to be taken from behind. If I had a strap-on, I would take her from behind. But instead I would just have to satiate my hunger by feasting on her pussy.
Frozen time actually helped me take off her pantyhose. Because gravity didn’t truly affect her, the moment I lifted her feet off the ground to take off her heels and let go of her body she just sorta ... hung there. She was falling, but I could reposition her before she hit the ground.
Her shoes off, I hiked up her tight, dark-gray skirt to unveil her dark-brown pantyhose clinging to her ass. Her panties were a dark, triangular shadow bleeding through the material. With the greatest care, I hooked my fingers into the nylons’ waistband. My pussy clenched and fluttered as delight washed through me. I worked down the nylons slowly. I unveiled her black panties, cut in bikini fashion, along with the round plumpness of her ass. I squeezed my thighs together, pressing against my clit as I whimpered. Bit by bit, I unrolled the nylons down her lush legs.
“Oh, yes, yes, Miss Daisy,” I purred, such hunger burgeoning inside of me. Finally, I had the pantyhose rolled down to her calves, to her feet.
Then they were off. I set them to the side and went at my true goal: her panties. I pressed my face right into her crotch, inhaling deeply. I could just breathe in her sweet musk of her pussy. I groaned, my nose pushing the gusset of her panties into the folds of her pussy. I rubbed up and down her groove, inhaling her musk over and over. Her scent grew stronger and stronger.
Then I felt her wet heat. She was growing aroused. My touch was stimulating her. I groaned, nuzzling harder into her panties, pushing the thin cloth into the folds of her pussy. My tongue flicked across the gusset next, tasting fabric and sweet cream.
I almost came.
I moved with haste now, yanking her panties down her legs, dragging them so fast I thought they would tear. I just had to eat her. The rapid movement pressed her thighs and together as I unveiled her fiery bush. I glimpsed her thick, butterfly-wings-like labia. Those pussy lips thrust out of her curls
I swooned at the sight of her cunt. I jammed her panties into my pocket, joining Pearline’s, then spread her thighs apart again. She was floating before me, suspended by frozen time, cradled in paused reality. An angel. A heavenly being just for me to enjoy.
My hand trembled as I reached for her pussy. I parted those wing-like folds of her pussy, groaning as I unveiled her pink, wet depths. My head drifted closer and closer to her, the scent of her sweet passion filling my nose. I was drunk on her. This heady rush shot through me.
I buried my lips in her labia. My tongue licked. I devoured my teacher’s pussy. I fluttered my tongue up and down, gathering her sweet cream. I reveled in the flavor. I drank down her juices.
It was heaven.
With my right hand holding open her pussy lips, allowing my tongue to root through her silky folds, my left hand had to take care of my cunny. I shoved it down between my thighs, pressing up beneath my skirt to find my bare pussy.
My drenched pubic hair tickled my digits as they slid through the curls to rub my virginal flesh. I need to get a dildo so Ji-Yun or Miss Daisy, or even Mom, could pop my cherry. I shuddered at that image of her kneeling on the ground and getting fucked, groaning into Miss Daisy’s pussy.
The pleasure built faster in my virgin cunny as I rubbed my flesh. My juices flowed over my fingers, soaking my digits in moments. I groaned into Miss Daisy’s juicy snatch, her thick labia caressing my cheeks. I had my tongue buried so deep in her.
She just tasted so yummy.
I really, really loved pussy.
Before yesterday, it was only a theory if I liked pussy. And then I accidentally turned my friend Ji-Yun into my lesbian girlfriend. Now I knew I loved hot, juicy cunt. I wanted to feast on so many different girls’ cunnies.
And I could!
When I stopped time, I could molest them all. I could enjoy any girl I wanted. Just eat any tasty snatch and make any girl cum without her even knowing it. I was such a wicked lesbian. I was just as perverted as Justin. Maybe that was a requirement to stop time: to be huge perverts. Though, really, I didn’t care why I could do it.
The heel of my hand ground on my clit, massaging my bud. Sparks of delight showered through me as I flicked my tongue up to Miss Daisy’s bud. I sucked on it hard, nursing on her clit. All my fingers danced along my tight folds.
I imagined the sound she would moan if she wasn’t frozen. “Oh, yes, that’s so good, Kristi!” I fantasized her screaming. “Just get that tongue swirling around my clit. Ooh, I’m going to flood your mouth with all my pussy juices.”
“Yes,” I moaned into her pussy. I ground the heel of my hand harder into my clit, my bud almost aching from the pressure.
It just felt so good.
“Drown me in your juices, Miss Daisy!”
Her cream trickled down my chin to my neck. There was so much of it. It was just spilling out of her. I felt so naughty and wanton for doing this. For enjoying this delight. I was such a wicked girl. My pleasure swelled in the depths of my pussy. Every rub of my fingers up and down my groove brought me closer and closer to exploding.
I nipped Miss Daisy’s clit.
“Ooh, you naughty girl!” she moaned in my imagination. “I love naughty girls like you! You sexy things make me cum!”
It was almost like my imagined words triggered her bliss, because her juice suddenly gushed over my face. A warm flood of her sweet cream spilled across my cheeks and poured into my mouth. In moments, I was gulping down all of her wonderful cream.
I’d made my favorite teacher cum. And my reward was to drown in her sweet passion. My eyes squeezed shut. A throaty groan rose in my throat as my tongue lapped across the thick folds of her pussy. My clit drank in the pressure of my heel of my hand.
I joined her in rapture.
My hot cream squirted around my fingers. Effervescent joy rushed through my body. It bubbled out of my convulsing cunny. My pussy begged to be filled by a dildo or a woman’s slender fingers. Stars burst across my vision even with my eyes closed. Such spectacular detonations celebrating my orgasm.
I quivered and trembled. I moaned out such joy as I drank down the last of her fluids. I buzzed in rapture as my pleasure carried me to such heights of ecstasy.
My mind floated on the euphoria. I hung on an eternity of pleasure that lasted for a few heartbeats. Then I fell back onto my rump, panting, my face smeared with pussy cream. I stared at my teacher’s cunt, her labia still spread open wide from my fingers, her pink depths exposed to me. Juices beaded on her flesh and on her silky pubic hair. All the drops were frozen. There were even some droplets caught suspended in the air.
Feeling naughty, I leaned forward and sucked one out the air into my mouth, getting a quick taste of sweet cream.
I loved stopping time.
It took me a few minutes to recover from the ecstasy, just sitting on the ground and panting. Then I went to work. I pulled on her silky nylons, taking such care not to give her any runs. It was so much fun feeling her calves and her sleek thighs through the silky pantyhose. I enjoyed watching the nylons stretch over her skin, her flesh bleeding through the fabric. I groaned as I covered her gorgeous rump with them and hid her pussy. The nylons molded to her thick lips.
“God, you are so hot, Miss Daisy. The hottest teacher in our school!”
I slipped on her shoes and brought her feet back to the floor. I pulled down her skirt and straightened her up, trying to remember her pose from when I found her. I had no idea what it was, though. Would she realize that she suddenly changed position when time flowed? Would she be confused for a few moments?
Latisha
- 16.09.2020
- 32
- 0
Time Manipulation Mind Control Chapter 1 Slut s Frozen Passion
- 2 years ago
- 55
- 0
Time Manipulation Mind Control Chapter 10 Slut s Frustrated Passion
- 3 years ago
- 55
- 0
