Time Stop Fetish

Author: LimitLax

Description: Rachel is a very lucky girl with a "time stop" fetish and a boyfriend who can stop time. She tries to take the bus home and ends up mind-breakingly horny and leaking cum from every orifice, as usual.

Rachel glanced at her watch and sighed. She'd been at the bus stop for half an hour, and her bus was almost twenty minutes late. So much for getting home in time to catch the latest episode of Vampire Brothers.

At least the weather was nice. The warm air and gentle breeze helped her relax in spite of her boredom, and she could feel a pleasant warmth where the sun touched her skin. That warmth was especially pleasant on her cleavage, because it constantly reminded her of the daringly low-cut, downright slutty top she was wearing, making her squirm as she imagined passersby staring at her tits and picturing them getting splattered with a load of cum, picturing her plump, inviting lips wrapped around a thick cock while she-

Fuck. Now she was bored and horny. Biting her lip, she glanced around at the other people on the street, then bent down to check her shoes, giving anyone watching a great look at her cleavage and leaving her pert butt easily accessible to anyone willing to raise her skirt and pull down her panties. Not that she expected, or wanted, anyone to do that. She had someone specific in mind. But she didn't feel anything, so she straightened up, disappointed.

Rachel sighed again when the next bus pulled up. Wrong route. But… this one went through her part of town. Maybe it passed one of the stops close to her apartment. She stepped up to the door, looked up at the driver, and smiled. "Hi, does this bus go to splrghff!?"

Rachel's hand reflexively clapped over her mouth, eyes flying wide as the familiar, cloying, salty taste of cum hit her. Still staring at the puzzled bus driver, she swallowed, feeling the thick load of spunk slide down her throat, and quickly wiped her lips.

The driver looked concerned. "Are you okay?"

She smiled again, trying to ignore the taste of cum lingering on her tongue. "I'm fine. I'm just feeling a little sick. Does this bus go to glurgh!?" Again!?

The driver was genuinely worried now, watching her closely. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you need help?"

Rachel shook her head frantically, choking down the impressive volume of jizz threatening to spill from her mouth. She felt a little spurt through her lips as she swallowed, and was thankful that her hand kept the driver from seeing her humiliating situation. For now, at least. After another quick wipe, she hastily blurted out the street she wanted, and the driver nodded. "Yeah, that's on my route. Are you sure you're going to be all right?"

She almost made the mistake of opening her mouth to reply, but nodded and smiled apologetically instead. Now frantically horny, she hurried to an empty seat, trying not to think about the amount of cum in her stomach. Her breasts jiggled quite a bit as she rushed down the aisle, drawing a few stares, which only made her more desperate for release.

The bus ride was agony. Rachel could still taste the sperm she'd gulped down. Every bump made her bounce and jiggle wildly, almost popping out of her slutty top, and several people were openly ogling her, one snapping pictures with his phone when he thought she wasn't looking. He's going to jerk it to those pictures later, she thought, and immediately wished she hadn't when her eyes went hungrily to his crotch. Fuck, she needed to cum!

At last, her stop came up. She jumped out of her seat and rushed to the door, feeling the stares follow her as she went. She'd just stepped onto the sidewalk when her phone buzzed, letting her know she'd gotten a text message.

Bend over, it said.

Rachel caught her breath, looking around. There were other people in the area, but it wasn't too busy. She hesitated, but she knew she was going to do it. She was way too worked up to resist. Biting her lip, she bent down to "check her shoes" again, making sure to stick her butt out provocatively for just a fraction of a second.

At the abrupt feeling of discomfort and wetness in her pussy, Rachel's arousal went from maddening to unbearable. She ran all the way home, jiggling wildly, almost sobbing with need as she felt her lover's seed dripping from her sex, soaking into her panties, and dribbling down her thighs. She stopped once, leaning forward to try to wipe some of it away with her hands before it dripped past her skirt and into the open, but abandoned that when she felt a fresh load of cum squelching in her cleavage. By the time she reached her building, she was sweaty, blushing furiously, and insane with need. Every bounce and sway of her breasts reminded her of the spunk on her chest, and her thighs were an obscene, cum-smeared mess because she couldn't stop rubbing them together while she fumbled for her door key. Then she dropped her keychain.

A strangled sob of frustration and excitement bubbled from Rachel's lips. She knew what this meant. She could kneel, but she was past the point of no return already. She needed this. Keeping her knees straight, she slowly, deliberately bent down, reaching for her keys.

The brief pain in her asshole forced a muffled groan of shameful satisfaction from her. She groped for her keychain, almost blind with lust, and moaned embarrassingly loudly when she felt another mild stab of discomfort in her rear hole. There was another faint feeling, then another, before she managed to get the door open. She started to run down the hallway, then immediately clenched her butt and slowed to a walk when the hefty quantity of cum in her ass threatened to gush down her legs.

One of her neighbors was in the elevator when it opened.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," squeaked Rachel, praying desperately.

By some miracle, the woman didn't notice the jizz between Rachel's tits, or the rigid way she was moving, or the smell of spunk and shame. She walked past without a second glance.

Rachel burst into her apartment like a woman possessed. The instant the door was closed and locked, she sprinted to her room, yanked open her nightstand, grabbed a vibrator in each hand, and ran to the shower as fast as she could, shaking with need. "Oh god, oh fuck, oh god," she whimpered, tearing off her clothes so frantically that she almost ripped her skimpy top. After sliding off her cum-saturated panties, she realized they'd leave a mess wherever she put them, and in a moment of depravity, shoved them into her mouth. The thick taste of sweat, pussy, and sperm nearly made her eyes roll back, so she grabbed the vibrators, then, hands full of artificial cock, suddenly remembered that she hadn't turned the shower on yet.

She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, and a startling clarity came over her. Her tits were covered with sperm. Her pussy, ass, and thighs were absolutely drenched with the stuff. Her eyes were glassy, she was clutching a vibrating dildo in each hand, and her mouth was gagged with her own jizz-filled panties.

She imagined her lover finding her like this, frozen in time, and smiling as he fished out his cock. She imagined him pressing his cockhead against her asshole, looking into her eyes in the mirror, knowing she couldn't see or feel what he was doing. She imagined him whispering into her ear as he stuffed his oblivious cumdump's guts with another load of thick, gooey cum, kissing her on the cheek, and walking calmly out of the building before letting time resume its normal flow. She imagined him smirking, knowing that in moments, she would discover that he'd pumped a fifth load of jizz up her tight butt.

Rachel forgot about the shower and sank to the floor, groaning incoherently into the panties in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she crammed the buzzing toys into her holes, pounding herself relentlessly as she lay on her back and bucked her hips at the ceiling. She came almost immediately, realized she hadn't bothered using lube, and promptly came again at the realization that her pussy and asshole were so flooded with cum that she could easily hilt both dildos in herself. She came and came, eyes squeezed shut, stuffing herself with the vibrators and feeling her lover's seed overflow around them and trickle over her fingers, screaming into her wadded-up panties, delirious with fantasies of being found and frozen in time and used again and again and again until she was a twitching, cum-soaked wreck, so utterly full of thick, sticky semen that she could feel it sloshing around in her belly every time she moved.

When she was finally exhausted, Rachel gingerly eased the vibrators out of her aching holes, turned them off, and immediately fell asleep on her bathroom floor. When she woke up, she'd remember the panties crammed into her mouth, the cum drying on her body and puddling around her crotch, and the hunger in her belly that came from eating a few mouthfuls of cum instead of a proper dinner. Tomorrow morning was going to be rough.

Totally worth it.