Stop Watch
Chapter 4
Author — Sidia
As I made my way down the street, I did so with an attitude that was completely different than the one I had been in when I had walked it earlier.
Instead of being in a daze of confusion and guilt-filled lust, I felt cocky; sure in my mind that I was doing the right thing. So I couldn’t trust myself with Kara—so what? I was sure that anyone would be tempted if were they in the same situation I was in—if they had access to the same power I did.
I arrived back at the house and sauntered through the side gate to the backyard; anticipation growing stronger the further I progressed. But when I got there—expecting Emily to still be sunbathing, I was disappointed.
She wasn’t there.
I looked around in consternation; I hadn’t expected her to have gone, it had only been maybe fifteen minutes in real time. I moved to the back porch and peered through the windows but I couldn’t see her. The O’Conner’s house was two stories tall, so it was possible she was upstairs.
This presented me with the first twinge of unease, the irony of which didn’t escape my notice. While I had been willing to use their daughter as a prop for my sexual gratification, I balked at breaking into the house of people that I knew.
I shook my head at how stupid I was being, and went to the back door, intent upon searching the house for Emily. Unfortunately the door was locked. It wasn’t surprising I suppose; I should expect a young woman that was home alone to lock the door behind her. It did present me with a few problems though.
I rattled the door in frustration—should I actually break in? It did strike me as being sloppy. I had an amazing and undetectable power at my disposal; I shouldn’t leave any trace at my presence if I could help it. Not unless I wanted to for some reason anyway. I quickly checked the front door—locked as well—and returned to the back of the house. Now that I was here, I didn’t want to give up. Nor did I want to search the street for any other likely opportunity.
I took a few steps away form the back door so I could look at the house. There was a garden lattice against the back wall leading up to an open window on the second floor. There didn’t seem to be any other entry point. I walked over to the lattice, and shook it doubtfully; it seemed sturdy enough. Brief thoughts of what would happen to me if I fell while frozen in time crossed my mind, but they didn’t linger in my arousal addled brain. They were dispelled by thoughts of how Kara had smiled secretly when she had got me hard, juxtaposed with Emily and how I had used her; how I intended to use her again.
I began the climb, finding it quite easy actually. There were so many hand and footholds, that I found myself wondering why anyone would have such a useful addition for someone breaking in on their house!
I made it to the open window, and peered inside. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to dim light inside the room, and when they did I smiled in triumph. I had lucked out—it was Emily’s bedroom! She was only a few feet away from me, reclining on her bed—although from my perch outside her window I couldn’t quite see what she was doing.
I hauled myself through the window ungracefully, tumbling into a heap on the floor. I stood up and brushed myself off, looking around. It seemed like a typical girls bedroom; posters and pictures on the wall, a small desk, and a dressing table with a mirror. I turned to look at my Emily; excitement at what I intended to do was coupled with the thrill of being in someone else’s house unawares.
Emily had changed into something other than her bikini I noted with some disappointment. She was wearing a small pair of shorts, paired with a sleeveless top. She was laying on her back on her bed, stretched out and reclining. Her head was tilted backwards over the edge of her bed, and she was holding her phone upside down in front her face, in the middle of scrolling through some messages. Her top was pulled tight over her modest chest, and I could tell by the outlines of her nipples through the fabric that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
I stood in this girls bedroom without her knowing; standing above her relaxed body—running my eyes covetously over her form. My dick was rock hard, the thrill of being where I shouldn’t be—and the taboo nature of it all—was fuelling my arousal.
I thought about what I could do for a moment, unsure now that it had come to it at how exactly to proceed. I knew I wouldn’t be satisfied with simply jacking off to her again. After exploring her body last time I wanted more. But she wasn’t exactly in an easy position for me to do anything—I would have to manhandle her, and completely change her position.
But then I remembered what I had started to do with Linda, on that first night where I started to learn about what I could do with the Watch. I felt my cock twitch in anticipation.
I slowly undressed, not taking my eyes off of Emily’s supine form, laying there vulnerable on her bed. I took everything off, not stopping until the only thing that I wore was the Watch on my wrist. I stood there nude—my erection jutting out proudly from my body, the enormity of what I was about to do taking my breath away. I was standing in the bedroom of the young woman who used to babysit my daughter.
I paced over to Emily’s head, looking down into her upturned face. Her brow was furrowed in a slight look of concentration as she looked at the phone she held before her. I gently gripped her slender wrist, moving the phone and her entire arm out of the way. My heart was thumping in my chest as I moved my legs apart slightly, adjusting myself to just the right height. I gripped my cock with one fist, carefully aiming it as I leant forward, stopping only when the head of my dick touched her soft lips.
“Fuck …” I swore happily at the sensation. I moved my cock in small motions, rubbing it along her lips. It was exactly the same as when I had done it to my wife; at my insistent and steady pressure, Emily’s lips parted and I slipped inside of her mouth.
The view was amazing—I couldn’t see Emily’s face from my angle, I was just looking down at slender torso and narrow waist. The flare of her hips seemed more prominent from where I was, and her long tan legs stretched out before me. I took a deep breath, and applied some more pressure; feeding this young woman the length and breadth of my cock.
I looked down in astonishment and lust-filled awe as Emily took everything I had. I know she didn’t have a choice in the matter, but it was still an incredible sight. I felt it when my cock reached the entrance to her throat, stopping momentarily before continuing on its way. Emily tilted her head further back ever so slightly, once again demonstrating to me how people would pliantly move in relation to me. With this new angle, I felt the delicious sensation of my cock moving into the beginnings of her throat.
I watched Emily’s exposed neck bulge slightly, as I fed more of my cock to her. My god, I could actually see how far my dick was down her throat!
I felt my balls touch her face; I was fully buried inside her, all the way in. I slowly reversed, my eyes fixed in pleasure on the perverse sight of the bulge of her throat receding as I withdrew. She took it all like it wasn’t a big deal for her, completely pliant to my every desire.
I slid all the way out; the head of my cock resting at her mouth, her soft lips wrapped around me. I was taking deep gulps of air; that had been so fucking hot! I looked down at Emily, desire and lust making me bold. I wanted more—I wanted the perfect scenario before I began again.
I began to undress Emily, arousal and need making me rough and clumsy. I yanked her top up and over her head, exposing her breasts. I groped her chest, playing with her tits and pinching her nipples—noting absently that they stiffened as I stimulated them. I then unbuttoned her shorts and unceremoniously pulled them—and the panties she had on underneath—down her legs; leaving them in a bunched heap around her ankles.
I stood above Emily, admiring my work. She was in the same position as before, but now she was a naked vision; lovely and sexy. As I moved back towards her tilted head, it seemed even hotter to me—like her being naked like this made her a willing participant; she wanted me to do what I wanted—to fuck her mouth. It was the same continuation of the fantasy I had imagined earlier when I first had come across her in the backyard sunbathing. Now, as then; I found it achingly arousing.
I slid my cock back into her mouth, not pausing this time—never ceasing my thrust until I was once more buried deep within her throat. I held myself in her like that for a moment—taking everything in. I reached out my hands and placed them on both of her breasts, gripping her soft orbs gently but firmly—using them to steady myself.
And then I started fucking her.
“Oh Emily.” I moaned out hoarsely as I thrust in and out of her tight throat. “You are so fucking hot! You take my cock so well!”
I began to move faster—not as hard as I would have liked; some part of me made sure to not harm her—but hard enough that her entire body was shifting in time with my thrusts.
“You love this, don’t you?” I asked as if she could hear me. I continued to talk dirty to her, working myself up into a frenzy as I did.
I could see sweat from my brow dripping down from my exertions, splattering down onto Emily’s bare chest. I had never done anything like this before—in all my years with Linda we had been adventurous, but nothing even approaching this. Nothing like this savage fucking, using the other person for your own gratification with no thought as to their own needs. I began to feel myself boil over, the familiar sensation of my impending orgasm.
“That’s it —” I growled out. “Take it! You need this, don’t you!”
I felt the first spurt of cum begin to erupt out of the head of my cock, and I thrust in as far as I could down Emily’s throat, feeling my balls slap against her face. I held it there, shooting cum straight down the girl’s gullet.
“That’s right Emily!” I said, pulling back and thrusting all the way down her throat again in time with the second shot of my cum. “That’s it, swallow my cum!”
I felt my knees go weak as I finished—I staggered back from Emily, my cock pulling out of her throat, leaving a trail of saliva and cum across her pretty face.
I sat down on the floor, looking into her upside down face; watching as she slowly closed her mouth now that I was no longer balls-deep inside her. That was perhaps the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and I was utterly spent.
After a few minutes I hauled myself to my feet, and surveyed the damage. Emily didn’t look too worse for wear—apart from the mess I had left on her face. I grabbed some tissues from her desk and carefully wiped down her down, putting her back into a semblance of normalcy. I looked at the mess I had made of her clothes with some consternation—there was no way I was going to get her dressed again in exactly the same position as I had found her.
In the end I simply did the best I could, pulling her clothing back on, and positioning her roughly where she had been when I had first entered through her window. I mused that it took some of the fun out of it; having to clean and put things right so soon after such an incredible experience.
I hesitated before I took my leave of my unknowing lover. I really should make sure she didn’t find anything strange in what had just happened to her. I knelt back by Emily’s head.
“Emily, don’t be concerned if you notice anything strange.”
I repeated this mantra to the girl the standard twenty times. It wasn’t perfect, but should cover up any residual effects of my rough treatment of her.
At that, forgoing leaving by the same way I entered, I made my way downstairs and out through the front door, locking it behind me.