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High School Time Stop 24 Mortgage Repayments, by Jezebel Rose

My hot client was staring at me from across the desk. She was applying for a mortgage loan. Her credit was for shit. There was no way she would’ve been able to keep up with the repayments, and she must’ve known it — otherwise, why else would she have worn that top?

She had huge breasts, sitting in a red cotton top. They were soft and pale-looking. One hell of a massive cleavage. Enough to slap my dick between and go to town, and I bet her muff would’ve looked good dripping with my cum; with her legs spread wide open and pussy impregnated.

I was sorely tempted to do all of this, because she kept pursing her lips and smiling at me lusciously as we discussed the improbability of her repaying her loan, as if she was daring me to ask the question.

But I wasn’t about to. Because I had a watch that could stop time and I’d already decided to use it…

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I had her down on her knees in front of my desk. The wind coming in through the window was moving her hair around her breasts. The light spilling through the blinds illuminated the musk on the lips of her cunt. They were already beginning to transpire.

I reached down and felt between her folds. They were hot and soft and wet. Already perfect for fucking. But I was going to have her suck me first.

I pushed her mouth around me and her lips parted. Her mouth was just as warm and soft as her pussy. The bulge grew in her throat as I read her file and she made some noise.

“Cara Adams,” I said, inhaling sharply. My cock was already getting hard. Her tongue was stroking it with every pass of her head; her big tits bouncing around in her red cotton top.

“Mother of three.” Cara deepthroated my cock and her chest heaved, time-stop or no.

“Married for six years.” I exhaled with delight and stood up and started fucking her mouth roughly until her tits spilt out of her top, glowing red.

“Must be a shit marriage if you’re here wearing that flimsy piece of cotton.” I laughed, and pulled her off my cock. She stared up at me without recognition. There was a faraway look in her eyes and a mountain of pre-cum inside her mouth.

I reached down and felt her tits and groaned at the sensation. They were angelically firm. Motherly breasts. “Mmf, you dirty bitch.” I muttered.

I fondled her teats and twisted them. I thought I saw a shadow of hurt on her face and a gasp forming on her mouth. Her breath warmed my cock, so I stuffed it back inside and had her give me head all over again.

Sloppy throat action this time. The pre-cum had mixed with her saliva. My cock was spongy and spunky in the back of her mouth, and her nose shot fluids. “That’s it, bitch.” I said, “take that thick cock in exchange for a mortgage loan; I know this isn’t your first time, either.”

Her top was falling down her midriff, her skirt was coming off. I pressed it aside to view her cunt. It was wet with cream. She needed hard-fucking. Time-stopped or not, her subconscious was loving it. By now, Cara’s eyes were streaming.

I gave her a few tender slaps. “Cum in your pussy?” I asked her.

A long, listless moan escaped her throat. But her eyes never discovered reality. They stared off, somewhere over my shoulder.

“That a yes? Cum inside your pussy?” I said and bobbed her head faster on my cock.

The moan perforated the air with globs of saliva as she drooled senselessly on my dick. “That’s it, you tight, wet mummy; suck my dick for a few more seconds, before I sprawl your across my desk.”

I made her suck it until I felt ready to implode. My dick was red hot and sticky with her saliva. Perfect for inserting into her fluffy, motherly cunt, which I felt up between her legs. It was even stickier than before; it was begging to be cummed inside. Prepped for a bit of heavy impregnation.

My desk took her weight admirably. It only shook a little as I dumped her on it and got her high heels apart and speared her with my juicy dick. My cock got throbbing on entry, and fucking her turned into a losing game, because I was edging the entire time; her pussy was so wet and slippery.

“Jesus. Is your husband fucking you, or are you dry-humping your pillows each night, you horny bitch? You’re dripping with estrus. Why, you little fucking slave c’mere…” I led on top of her and fucked her softly, moaning like a demon as I ground my lap against hers.

Delicious pussy. Hot-wet pussy. Gliding up and down my dick and sucking it as if it was the inside of her mouth. Her insides were delicate, like a pink flower, which I kept spreading apart and dunking inside of balls deep.

Cara led there, taking my dick in a state of paralysis. Her glassy eyes reflected the frozen ceiling fan, and her perfume mingled with her sweat. Her stockings, held up by the garters around her thighs, were ready to snap. But I held her rippling thighs in my hands as I fucked her muff sweetly with my dick, tempting it to cum long before I did.

The pencil pot on my desk started to tremble and I encouraged her, “That’s it, MILF, cum on my dick. Cum whilst time-stopped and wake up with a stained pair of panties.”

The pencil pot shook harder and then fell off the table. At the same time, a trickle of fluids spilled down the middle of Clara’s thighs and trickled onto the carpet.

I laughed and moaned, feeling her tightening up around me, and watched as the pink flower of her puffy cunt scrunched up delicately, but I forced my cock in and around it, stroking my shaft against the hood of her clit, giving it nowhere to hide, and forced the tip of my cock deep into her well-lubricated tunnel and fucked her there more roughly.

Breasts bounced, the slight puppy fat on her arms quivered, and her chin bounced. All of her lovely, stay-at-home-curves moved up and down on my work desk, and I put her arms around her knees to keep her legs from falling apart. I wanted her just like this; I had positioned her in such a way that when I came in her hot pussy, I could pull out and watch my load slowly secrete out of her impregnated cunt.

I was coming close to my orgasm now, but I had to mix things up a little.

After dipping the mortgage stamps in ink, I pressed them against the surface of her tits. Two fat hallmarks stood out on either breast afterwards, and I slapped my dick between them.

Her belly was nice and soft, and my dick was right there on the edge of jizzing, but I wouldn’t cum by simply sliding my cock through her big, soft tits, not when I had a pussy to creampie, so I enjoyed the sight of her face, nonplussed, staring into the ceiling above, and dangled the mortgage stamp above her brow.

“Mortgage approved,” read on her forehead and the dumbest fucking look I’d ever seen was stamped on her face. I smushed her tits further around my cock and wanked my dirty dick off with them until I was rolling my hips and bucking hornily.

Pre-cum spilled out my tip and I felt myself in the red zone, so I took a moment to suck on her nipples and run my fingers down her body and towards her cunt. It was red hot around the surface, and there were bruises forming where I’d fucked her roughly.

I spread her sex, came down, and glanced inside: wet and translucent with vaguely white pre-cum. I rubbed my tip over it. Dared myself to do it. Wondered if I impregnated whilst time-stopped if she’d get pregnant afterwards.

“Sorry, Cara, but your pussy’s too tempting,” I apologised and slid myself back inside.

A tremor came over me. The office spun and the next thing I knew I was panting over Cara’s warm body, with my lap pressed as hard as possible against her unwilling sex. My cum was spilling inside her, and my arms were trembling harder than I’d ever felt them go.

“Wow,” I whispered and took it in stride. The heady feeling washed over me and I came inside the delicate mother, with her arms curled around her head and her eyes glazed over and her legs spread apart like the sinful little whore she was.

The mortgage stamps on her forehead and tits brought my cum out faster and harder. I gasped at the sensation as it overwhelmed me, and I realized all the edging had probably caused this kind of reaction from my body.

I felt my shirt sticking to me and my trousers clinging around my clammy thighs. I looked down, pulled at the hem of my shirt, and saw the mess I’d made.

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