Time stop mannequin (A short story)

[slayer336]

Hello brothers and sisters (if there is any) who reads my stories, I am back with a short story that I have came up with. This story however, will be decided by readers like you, for the following chapters after the first chapter. After every chapter, I will open up and suggestions and/or ideas for the next chapter from either the comments here or you can just PM me. The people in this story is purely fictional, any similarity with anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental and my sincere apologies if any of my work offend you.

____________________________________________


Chapter 1



Everyone do have their own fetishes and fantasies and that makes me no exception. Life has been great for me now, got a well-paying job, a loving family and a caring girlfriend that have been in a relationship with me for the past 4 years. I am 22 this year, fresh out of army and just entered the working world. Working in the CBD has been good and bad for me. Bad thing is that I have to squeeze on board a MRT with the morning rush hour crowd and secondly my home is so far away from town that I have to wake up extra early just to squeeze with thousand over people. But the good thing is during lunch time and everything, I have the chance to look at all the different type of OLs or SYTs in different type of dresses and skirts that always turns me on.

Well that aside, I am an avid fan of Japanese pornography as the girls are always so busty yet innocent looking and always filled with whacky idea for a R rated film. And I always love masturbating to the ''Time Stopper'' series as that idea is just simply amazing. Imagine stopping the time and make out freely with pretty girls anywhere, anytime. That is only a film, I told myself countless time. But things are about to change into a whole new thing.
____________


It started out like any normal day, dragging myself out of bed and went to prepare myself for the day ahead. All those done and I quickly rushed down the stairs, with my breakfast still in my mouth. But something caught my eyes while turning down the last flight of stairs. It is a watch that is quite unique. Unique in the sense that it do not have a time telling face that all other watches have, but rather just two buttons. "Stop" and "Go" that simple. It has a blue strap that is quite commonly used on children watches. Well curiosity took over me and I picked up the watch and just stuffed it into my pocket as I am running late.

And the watch stayed there all the way till I reach my office, I totally forgot about its existence.

I sat down on my chair and took out the watch from my pocket, finally remembering it is still in my pocket. Since I am a fresh man, my seat is quite secluded in the sense that, the more senior members of the company sat further away from me and at that time I was the only freshman so I technically have the entire corner of the office to myself. I looked at the watch with curious eyes and did what everyone will do. Press the big red button that has the word, ''Stop'' surrounded by a red background.

*Click*

I looked around and everything seems to be in smooth running order, nothing weird or out of place happened. ''Nabei, why am I so childish to believe this?''
I thought to myself. I threw the watch onto the table and grabbed my coffee cup and went to the lounge, intending to make myself a cup of refreshing
coffee that is going to perk up my lazy morning. The office seems to be a little quiet for today, and when I reached the lounge I was shocked. No its not that I can see dead people or anything but when I walk through the door to the lounge, a few of my colleague are inside and there are just rooted in their spot like mannequins. At first I thought they were just pulling my leg and Ashton Kutcher will come out of nowhere and say that I am on Punk'd. I approach one of my friend who is reading the newspaper at the common table.

Me : *Tap his shoulder* Eh bro, don't play liao

No reply.

Me : Eh bro, not funny hor, mai play liao.

Still no reply.

This is absurd, I thought to myself. I place my cup down and ran to the place where all the other seniors are, their cubicles. And it was the same thing, all rooted to what they were doing, just like mannequins. I race back to my seat and took the watch and returned to the lounge area. My index finger hovering above the word ''Go" and I pressed it. Everyone suddenly began to move again, just like clockwork. I pressed ''Stop" once more and yet again, everyone is rooted like mannequins.

This is so not happening, I thought to myself, thinking that I am dreaming. I
pinched myself and I felt pain, so I think definitely not dreaming. I started to
grin to myself, does that mean I can do whatever I wanted? I decided to give this a try and I went to one of my senior colleague friend who is very protective about people touching his spiky hair. I stood beside him, his face looking at the screen of the computer. I raised my open palm and dropped it on his head, pushing down all his spikes. Usually when someone's hand even got close to his beloved spikes, he would just push it away and start scolding the person. But this time, I am just freely pushing down his spikes.

Just like the Time Stopper series, I thought to myself.

I wandered around the office aimlessly, just trying childish things on them. Like deleting whatever they were doing, eating their food and stuff like that. Until I wandered to the reception desk. That is when I noticed the new receptionist. Must have been busy thinking about something else when walking into the office today that I missed her. The new receptionist have waist length hair that is dyed ash brown in colour. Wearing a black one piece dress, she is just sitting there with her hands stretched out on the keyboard as she is typing something into her computer when the time stopped.

I walked beside her and use my hand to shift her face to look at mine. Wow such a lovely looking lady. Big bubbly eyes that compliments her natural good-looking face. She look very sweet and her looks can make even the strongest person in the world melt with her cute looks. I place her hands down and pulled her up, and in her 3 inch heels she is about the height of my chest. I took a few steps back and looked at her from far and I can say that she is quite naturally endowed. At least a B cup for her petite stature is very good.

The urge is overwhelming and finally I succumbed to my own horniness as I approached her and used my hands to caress her breast through the material
of her dress, squeezing and kneading her lovely soft mounds. Expressionless is
hung on her face, turning me on even more with her innocent looking face. I cannot help it but my lips just got attracted to hers like magnet as our lips locked while my hands are all over her back. I forced my tongue into her mouth and started twirling around. My cock grew in my pants, begging to be fully extended to his pride. My hands went south, towards the hem of her dress. Her dress is about the length of her kneecap but is quite figure hugging.

My fingers wrapped around the hem of her skirt, her height forced me to squat down just to complete that action. And with one smooth action of pulling and me standing up, her lower abdomen is completely revealed.



________________________________


That is all folks for the first chapter. Please suggest on what will happen for the following chapter. Please up my points if you think it is good. Once more, every person in this story is purely fictional and if there is any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

[tromba]

nice pls carry on
camping in progress