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Hentai Remote
🕑 Added 2023-04-01 03:39:38 +0000 UTCAaaaaand stop!
My thumb hit the middle button, the one that would switch between play and stop, the twin vertical bars ligthing up with a red glow. I could feel my lips curl up into a smirk as the world around me halted. I bet you're wondering what's going on, well, allow me to tell you.
But I guess I should start from the start, huh?
This power... I have no clue where it came from, how it came to me or why it was I who had discovered it, and no one else.
A remote controlled had just been sitting there, unattended, and by sheer fortune, I happened to pick it up. A relatively simple thing, reminding me of old, simplistic DVD controllers, with a big play and stop button in the middle, and in a circle around that, utility buttons.
Fast forward to the right, rewind to the left, slow motion above. Simple, clear and versatile enough.
I cannot begin to describe the feeling of power that this little thing has given me... At first, I admit, I thought of silly and idiotic uses for it.
I had to check, of course, what I could and couldn't do when the time stop effect was active. For starters, I could breathe and move, which meant I could affect the world around me, and I could move things around me as if I was in real time. There wasn't any resistance, and even if I moved someone, they would not notice at all that someone had touched them. It seemed like most people's brains filled in the gap and they never questioned sudden changes in position.
If I moved someone far enough that a jarring shift happened, however, they would be disoriented and surprised.
I've also learned I have no physical needs while I'm in timestop. I don't need to eat, I don't get tired, I don't even have to use the bathroom. Oh, I can, I just don't have to. It's also weird to see things like my spit or pee suddenly freezing in mid air. I don't know how much time, exactly, it takes for something that's been separated from my body to stop being recognized as part if it, but it's at least ten seconds.
There was a part of me who thought of using my powers for petty reasons. Shoplifting, for example... I thought of it. I was tempted. I really was. It would've been easy for me to walk anywhere and take what I wanted, nobody could even imagine I'd ever been there. Worst case scenario, I'd have to wear gloves, in case I left fingerprints.
At the end of the day... there was something that called me far more than stealing ever could. Not that I didn't take an opportunity or two to play Robin Hood, some wealthy folks found their wallets emptied of cash and some homeless people found that cash seemed to just randomly appear in their collection out of nowhere.
But it was when I succumbed to my perverted instincts that I found my true calling.
And it all started when I entered an alley between two buildings, originally with the idea of using my timestop to peek in on some sexy women doing sexy things or showering or what have you. Yes, yes, I know, I was desperate alright?
Instead of that, I found a woman being harassed by an older man, who accosted her and pressured her. It was obvious he was drunk, and though she seemed like a sex worker, it was obvious he didn't intend to pay for her services, if she was. I stopped time as the man threw a punch at her face, and then with a little bit of work, got her out of the way of the punch, and then grabbed his wrist, pulling back and putting time back into motion.
"Oi, the fuck are you doing asshole!?" I shouted.
"Wa- leggo, bish, bish- ah'll-- tish yeu's a lesshion!" the man growled.
He pulled his wrist free and I let go at the same time, he fell on his ass, his balance shot.
"Hie, help!" the woman asked, directing a frantic gaze at me.
I couldn't help but notice she was actually extremely hot. Her breasts were double Ds, at my best guess, she had a slightly rounded but cute face, long brown hair tied into a braid, and her clothes made it quite clear her hips and thighs were not falling behind her chest.
I turned my attention back to the guy.
The man tried to fight, but well, every time he got back up, I would just stop time, and then put him back on the ground. I also took the time between sitting him down to call the police, and by the time they arrived, the man was extremely confused, and the lady was a lot more relaxed.
Anyway, that's how I met my new rommate, her name's Sharon and apparently that man was the uncle she was living with, who intended for her to pay for her stay with her body. She was a lot more fond of the idea of splitting rent with me instead. I also found out she wasn't a prostitute, but she was actually a bartender and dancer at a local nightclub.
I wouldn't be comfortable telling her about the remote until four months later, and how I'd been using it to essentially get more time out of my day... and also naps. Lots of naps. Out of curiosity, we checked to see if she could use it, but it wouldn't work for her at all. I admit, I breathed a sigh of relief that only I could use it.
However, what I was not ready for was her idea for its use.
"You mean to tell me you never used it to molest anyone?" she asked. "Like, ever? Not even to flip a skirt or something?" she asked.
"W-What?! No!" I replied, shocked. "I, I mean, I guess I had ideas for perverted uses like that, but I could never go through with it. I mean, every time I thought- I even stopped time a couple times, but I always-"
"Chickened out last minute?" she said with a smile. Sharon was a bit of a tease. It was a good trait to have when you depend on tips, apparently. "Well, why not get it out of your system? I don't mind if you use it on me," she said.
"W-wha, Shar, are you-"
"Propositioning you for weird kinky sex? Yes," she said. "Yes I am."
I could feel my cheeks heat up. "I-"
"Oh, don't pretend you're not hot for me," she said. "It's okay, it's not weird. I'm hot enough I make a living dancing on a pole, you think I'd get upset that you're sexually attracted to me?"
"I'm not-"
"Oh, don't worry, I won't ask for anything silly like not paying rent or anything. This is strictly because you want to have sex with me and I want to have sex with you, and the remote is just an excuse and a sexy thing to play with," she said. "Okay? Okay."
I gulped.
It took... a day or two to work up the nerve. And even then, she even went as far as to have sex with me normally to prove to me that she actually was interested. And damn, she was super good at it, so much so I actually asked if she did any actual prostitution, but she insisted that she never did, so I believed her.
And so... here we are.
With the world around us stopped to a halt... and her frozen in time.
She was wearing only a white shirt and a black pair of panties. On her knees on her bed. She was smiling with her eyes closed. Inviting. And months of frustrations, months of desires that had boiled over, that I'd been restraining, finally poured out of me.
With time stopped around me, I became as a savage beast, my hands roaming her body in ways that I never could bring myself to do when time was moving. First, I went for her feet. I played with her toes, and my thumbs rubbed her soles. She was ticklish, this much I knew because she'd said it offhand. She was ticklish, but she wasn't reacting at all. So strange, so refreshing. I'd never ever- played with people like this.
I'd never used this power in this way.
And yet here I am... I've screwed with people before, played pranks, but I've never- never touched somebody like this, trying to incite reactions on them. My fingers touched her soles, tickling her to no avail.
I swallowed, my mouth was dry. My hands rubbed up her foot and ankle, my fingers tracing the tendons and muscles as my hands traveled up each of her calfs, up to where her knees where bent, and then I laid hands on her thighs. I squeezed them, and they returned to their proper shape, moving even though she wasn't even breathing... her skin was warm, her thighs were soft and smooth, and as I played with them, I couldn't help but wonder at how she was reacting and responding to me, even within the confines of the time stop.
But I wasn't satisfied. I was still behind her, and I moved up to her ass. I squeezed and played with it, the twin rounded cheeks, caught and separated by that thin t-back pair of underwear. This is my very first time seeing a thong up close, much less one that's currently being worn... My finger went under the small triangle at the top of her crack, and I pulled at it. If I kept it in place for long enough, it'd stay there, but if I let it go within ten seconds, it'd snap back into place... I did it once, twice, the elastic snapping back into place for a third time, and I realized I was getting even more impatient.
My hands continued their trek upward, rubbing her sides and stomach and chest, until I reached her bosom. She was natural, and she had shown me how she liked to be massaged when we had sex. She liked her nipples pinched and rolled between my fingers, she liked when my palms lifted the underside of her heavy breasts.
And I?
I liked every part of touching her tits, they were not quite doughy as I had imagined in my youth, big tits weren't like balls of fat or anything of the sort, there was a firmness to them that had been totally unexpected, I thought they would just sort of spill out of my fingers like water balloons, but even within the stopped time, they would wonderfully retain their shape, perking up and settling no matter how much I played with them.
When I was satisfied, I raised her shirt, and clamped my mouth around each of her nipples in turn, pinching and rubbing the other while I was giving oral affection to the one in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, sucking on it and even lightly rubbing my teeth against it, trying to remember what she had taught me she liked.
I liked her breasts too, for good measure, and in a moment of inspiration, I laid kisses all over her body, paying special attention to her crotch. She didn't like receiving oral, said she always felt a little bit vulnerable and it reminded her of bad memories, but she quite liked being stimulated there... so I used my fingers on her cunt, while giving her oral pleasure on her chest, touching her all over.
As soon as I thought I was done, I started the process all over again, going over her entire body, time and time again, occasionally taking a break so that my penis wouldn't explode from the stimulation of playing with her body for so long. I don't know how much time I spent doing this, clocks don't work in stopped time, but after what felt like an entirely too short time due to all the fun I had, I hit Play to put time back into motion and-
The deafening screech that Sharon emitted nearly made my ears bleed, and the windows did tremble a little, but most importantly, I thought squirting was a myth! She must have lost control of her bladder, holy shit that's a lot of fluid, and she nearly got it on the ceiling!
My ears stopped ringing, Sharon was read all over, her body seemed to react all at once, I could see some marks that were definitely my teeth, and the hickeys I'd inadvertently given her, and, and- she was still shaking and undergoing the throes of orgasm, and cumming over and over again as her body recognized and worked through the stimuli.
I was tempted to fast forward, but after a few minutes, she finally came back down to Earth.
She clasped my hand. "That was incredible...!" she said. "I've never experienced anything like that..!" she said, however- she then looked at my cock.
And I was in a bit of pain, because damn, that was hot. Painfully erect... heh, I never thought I'd experience something like that.
"But- didn't- oh my god, you made me cum harder than all previous orgasms combined, and you didn't even put it in!?" she spoke, marveling. "Oooh, I think if you stuck it in I might actually explode..!"
My cheeks were starting to heat up. "I-"
Her eyes were tearing up. "I, gh, my throat's a bit sore but, but I can do you with my mouth?"
I wish I could say I was gentleman enough to say no... but well, I'm not made of stone.
Despite her tired and sore throat after all the moaning, screaming and cumming, she hadn't lost her technique at all!
Later that night, as we rested, I began to think about the perverted potential of this tool. I'm not so blind as to not know the villainous potential it has, but... I want to explore what me and Sharon can do together...
"Oh," Sharon said, as we both had a late dinner, "by the way, I'd like it if you could just... randomly do stuff to me?" she asked. "Like, stop time and finger me a little, just, just make sure I'm not doing anything dangerous or anything first, okay? Doing it in public's fine as long as you put my clothes back on when you're done, in fact, I'd love it if you could come in during work hours when it gets boring, I've heard some of the girls talking about how men can smell pheromones, and I was thinking..."
This woman's ideas...
I think I like them. This is the beginning of a beautiful partnership.
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Ignacio Nadeo
So - fun fact, if I'm not mistaken, sexual assault, which is the most common use of timestop apps and remotes and clocks and such, is against the ToS of Patreon. Which is why I thought up this admittedly silly little story... But also because I wanted to be at least a little original with its implementation, and have the true perverted potential of the tool be explored, rather than the same old boring "dude acquires timestop, uses it for rape".
