Timestop: The Train Ride Chapter 3 by SKOLL
Dive into the steamy world of "Timestop: The Train Ride Chapter 3" by SKOLL. Follow along as passions ignite and desires unfold in this erotic sex story. Ready to get hot and bothered? Read now!
I timestop a bitch on a train during the pandemic to give her extreme punishment. , This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are considered 18+, even if a story implies otherwise. I use extreme taboo themes and consider my stories “horror”. I’m really not concerned with story, and I write almost 100% smut. I start most stories with a supernatural, unrealistic scenario. This is always a quick excuse to dive into the question of “What dark shit could I do if I had the power to _?” I write first person, as an evil, perverted, petty man, pushing my writing way past what I would ever do in real life, trying to creep myself out as I write. If you do not enjoy dark themes, this is not for you.
In this story, I’m not too worried about realism. My time stop mechanic is basically where the narrator can freeze/paralyze anyone and anything he wants. Everyone mostly just goes limp/unconscious. Gravity still works, bodies still react slightly. How can he do this? I didn’t care, I just started writing. It makes no sense, I know. But let me know if you’d like more!
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CHAPTER 3
A bit later, I still lay there admiring the mess next to me, she’s sweaty underneath expensive white sweater. “How did I not get you out of that yet?” I guess I was too hasty, rushing straight into things and forgetting to really explore her entire body.
I cuddle up next to her, resting my head in the crook of her shoulder, her armpit. Her arm outstretched underneath me like a pillow. I feel her up, over her sweater, then reach my hand under the bottom of it, finding a simple light gray shirt. My hand feels under that to gently caress her warm smooth stomach underneath. She’s thin, in good shape, but doesn’t seem to work out much, not really firm or toned. Just naturally like this. Given beauty, given everything in her life.
I slide my hand under her sweater and shirt, feeling more skin underneath, sticky with sweat, warmth enveloping my forearm. I reach bra, or maybe a sports bra? No wires, soft, squishy. Seems more for comfort than anything. Holding her tits in place lightly. And there’s not a whole lot to hold, she’s fairly small-chested. “Finally something about you that isn’t so great”. But she seems to have enough for a small handful. I feel around, squishing, the size not mattering much, she feels so sexy.
My head still resting on her outstretched arm, I turn my head and face her open armpit, everything still modestly covered by her thin sweater. Still groping her tits under her clothing, I stick my nose in her armpit and inhale deeply. Her same delicious vanilla scent she wears, mixed with a hint of sour sweat. Just enough of a bad smell to break her perfection, to make her natural and womanly, to make it feel wrong. I nuzzle my face here for a while, feeling up her tits and sweaty belly and chest, one of my legs over her thigh, my dick starting to harden and poke her bare leg.
I push the bottom of her fancy white sweater up, revealing a simple tight, light gray tank top. Lifting that too, I touch more and more of her bare belly, then her bra. It’s some sort of white designer sports bra, or a “bralette” I think they’re called, just loosely holding everything in place, comfy and light, no cups or wires or snaps, an elastic band running around the bottom of it. Somehow it’s sexier than a fancy bra, a girl wearing such simple comfort, “roughing it” a bit on a train.
I sit up and kneel straddling her stomach. I keep pulling her white sweater up, lifting her arms and head aggressively through it. I leave it inside out on her head alone, white fabric covering her entire head from the chin up. I let go and she flops back down, arms outstretched up over her head. The light gray tank top is tight, thin. I feel up her curves and the shape of her tits, then grab the neckline of the shirt with both hands and start savagely tearing it right down the center. It’s a thin, delicate undershirt, so satisfying to ruin. Her body shakes around as I rip and rip at it, leaving it in shreds hanging loosely off her body. revealing more bare skin and a black bra beneath.
Her black bra so cute and simple, small mounds beneath. Her collarbone, chest, and stomach somewhat damp and glistening with sweat. Her armpits wide open. They have the faintest amount of dark stubble, almost nonexistent, just not quite perfectly smooth. They glisten with a bit of dampness. Her skin fair all over, but her armpits just slightly paler than the rest.
I suddenly decide to start cumming as many times as I can tonight. Why savor this bitch every time? She needs to be fucked and basted with my cum over and over. I dive down to start ravaging her.
Still sitting straddling over her belly and pubic mound, I pause to scoot her legs tightly together. I take my raging cock and forcefully shove it between the thick thighs. I begin thrusting hastily in and out, the top of my dick brushing against her trimmed pubes and slick wet pussy folds, the rest of my dick surrounded by the gap between her thighs. The pressure is perfect, a squishy soft pillow to thrust into. A mix of textures on all sides, slightly scratchy pubes, wet lips, smooth thighs. I hump and return my focus to above.
I plant my face straight into her armpit, rubbing my nose, mouth, entire face around this embarrassing spot. I feel the dampness of her sweat. A tiny roughness of slight stubble, the rest tender, softer than most of the rest of her body. I inhale deeply. The smell much more pungent than outside clothing, sour and sharp, only a hint of her deodorant left to mask it after hours on this train. I lick from bottom to top, starting from her smooth, squishy sideboob peeking out next to her black bra, up into the salty, sweaty divot of her armpit, onto rough stubble, then up again onto smooth salty skin on her arm.
I can’t get enough, I do this again and again. Licking, rubbing my face around, inhaling her stench. I bite lightly into armpit, sucking, breathing in again. I move to that bit of fleshy sideboob, just slightly peeking out from under her bra, nibbling and kissing the tender spot. I move to bra-covered nipple, biting into it hard, the fabric so soft, a little nub of nipple easily felt underneath the thin cloth. I bite it and tug on it, just shy of doing any lasting harm. I put my face in between her small breasts, only a small amount of cleavage, yet still so satisfying. I rub back and forth, breathing in the fabric. I push her mounds together, my face in the middle, squishing them against my cheeks. I move higher up, reaching her chest above her bra. I lick up some little beads of sweat, inside her slight cleavage, up her chest, across her collarbone, up her neck. Salty and disgusting. So fucking wrong.
I hump in and out between her thighs, but every once in a while I bump all the down through and hit my tip on the blanket covered floor below. Uncomfortable, so I kneel upright more, pull out a bit, aim upward slightly, and slide slowly back down, entering her pussy, even with her thighs squeezed tightly together and me straddling on top. Such a great feeling. Awkward. But amazing. I grind my hips front to back, my balls rubbing on her thighs, my cock sliding tightly into strained pussy below. The angle is weird, but it’s so fun.