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She naked in road she is embarrassed fell run nude in street
Mani reverse the time everyone forget the incident
She walk in road time froze remove her dressChapter 4 : Fun with the Watch Begins
[Kinks: Time Stop, Tricking, Pervert, Fun with a Girl ]
[Pairing: Mani (Suriya) x Samantha]
One day, Mani was trying to repair the Watch when his mother asked him to check the switch box which seems to malfunction. Normally he would ignore her, but she has been complaining about this for a week, so Mani felt obliged to check it out. When he tried to touch the switch with the watch on his hand, the sudden shock from the switch board sent Mani flying across the room.
Slightly hurt Mani was surprised to see the Watch on his hand blinking alive with its display showing the words “Device Activated”
Mani instantly knew that, this is no ordinary watch because his mother had told him that this watch is as old as him – 20 years but it looked very advanced for its age. Mani got the curiosity to check the watch. That’s when he noticed it had a button knob and clicked it.
Suddenly, instantly, everything was quiet. His house naturally quiet, but not completely, totally, dead silent. And, even weirder, everybody had frozen in place. Nobody was moving! He looked at the various clocks on the wall. The second hand had stopped. Mani felt an even colder chill run down his spine. His heart raced with anxiety, fear, wonder, and shock. What the hell is this!?
He clicked the watch again and suddenly everyone started moving again, as did the second hand on the clock.
He clicked the watch and everyone froze.
He clicked again and everyone was moving.
He picked up a coin and tossed it to the floor, clicking the watch before it hit.
The coin froze in midair. 'Un-fucking believable,' he thought. Mani was shocked, naturally so. Who wouldn't be shocked? His heart seemed to stop as well. This was just so bizarre, so unreal...and so cool!
He clicked the watch and the coin hit the floor with a cling. He stopped it with his legs and had a smile on his face. He thought all the things he could accomplish with this watch. The possibilities were endless. That’s when a beautiful, sexy, young looking girl entered his watch shop.
“Excuse me”
Mani was still in his day dream.
“Hello”
“Yes” answered Mani, startled from his dreams.
“My watch seems broken, can you fix it?” the girl requested.
“Oh sure, just take a seat” Mani took the watch from her while admiring her body and beauty. She was absolutely gorgeous and hey body was smoking hot. Her tank top and jeans gripped tightly to her body revealing her shapes more accurately. The low cut top allowed generously flaunting her cleavage.
Then Mani realized that if he could freeze the time while he did the repair, he could finished repairing her watch in few minutes, which would help to impress her. When he was about to press the button, the girl stood up to take the water from the table. And time was froze at that moment, with the girl offering her cleavage to Mani.
His eyes were fixed on the breasts. And, now, he could look at them for as long as he wanted. He could stare right at them and she would not care. She would not notice. That was also pretty cool! His penis swelled, and then he realized that he had been distracted from his work. He turned his attention back to repairing.
The thought of touching her breasts crossed Mani’s mind but he didn’t wanna risk it, so he concentrated on finishing his work faster. After working on the girl’s watch for several minutes, he was able to repair it. After finishing, he clicked his watch and made the time unfreeze and gave her watch back.
“Here’s your watch”
“What??? Its been only few seconds” The girl was still in denial. “Did you switch my watch with yours??” she asked suspiciously.
“No no, Its yours only!! It’s a very rare limited edition watch” said Mani trying to hide the smile in his face.
“Yeah.. My Grandpa gifted me his watch, he also said that this is a limited edition watch…But…But … How did you repair it so fast??”
“People think that I am just a watch mechanic but secretly I am a magician” Mani winked at her.
“Okay.. I think you are pulling my leg”
“Let me demonstrate another trick for you”
“Hmm okay.. I am ready”
“First, your good name please”
“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself.. I am Samantha”
“Such a sweet name!! I am Mani”
“Enough chit-chat lets start the Magic”
Mani took a pen and notepad. He tore out an empty page, set the notepad down, handed the paper and pen to Samantha, and instructed, "Write down the name of the person you find most impressive on the paper, and then fold it up many, many times. I'll turn my back so that I can't see what you're writing." Mani turned around to face in the other direction.
Her eyes scanned the room for mirrors that Mani might be using as she printed a name on the paper in very small letters, her other hand hiding from view what she was writing.
"Now fold it up many, many times. Make it as small as you can." Mani instructed her.
She did so.
"Place it in the palm of your hand, then squeeze your hand into a tight fist."
Following his order, Samantha squeezed it tightly into her fist. Mani turned around and wrapped his own hands around Samantha's closed fist. Samantha giggled at the touch of Mani's fingers. His hands felt so small for a man, so soft.
Mani asked, "Do you still feel the paper in your hand?"
"Yes, yes I can feel it."
Mani fixed his eyes on hers and said, with fake seriousness, "Now slip it down into your pants back pocket, where it will be safe."
Mani feared she might be offended but she wasn’t, in fact she was very much curious to see how it goes. She smiled as she pulled her jean back pocket a bit away from her ass to slip the paper within the gap.
Mani though kept his eyes firmly fixed on Samantha's eyes, who now found his steady gaze to be a bit disconcerting.
Once the paper was safely in place Mani instructed, "Now rest your hands on your knees."
She did so.
Mani then slowly, very slowly, glided his hands over Samantha's body, like sort of magic wands, never touching her, just feeling the space, the air, around her. "I must warn you, Samantha," he said as he did so, "my magic can have strange effects on a young woman. Very strange effects, indeed."
That drew some mocking kind of giggle from Samantha. It was a bit silly, she thought.
Mani pulled back, stood up straight and slipped his hands back and he stopped time.
As soon as he did so he ripped out another piece of paper from the pad and wrote another name down. He then reached down into Samantha's jean to retrieve her paper. He kept his hand there for a little while though, enjoying the feel of that lovely bottom. His cock grew within his pants. He could do so much more. He could do just about anything. His power was so impressive, as was the feel of his swelling cock. The feel of a hard cock can make a man feel so strong, so majestic, so manly, so powerful. And, Mani was indeed truly powerful.
He took the paper from Samantha's jean and opened it up. It read, "Dwayne Johnson" He had no idea who that was.
He folded up his paper in a manner that closely approximated hers. He put his folded paper into her back pocket, where she had placed her paper, and then placed hers in his pocket.
He got down onto his knees in front of Samantha. He felt like he was kneeling at a great prize, the sanctum of Samantha Ruth Prabhu.
He slowly raised her tight, feminine, flowered-print blue jean.
Samantha was wearing beneath her jean white thigh high leggings, held up by a white belt, over which she was wearing black lace bikini panties. Samantha would never be caught wearing anything but the finest of undies. Who knew when someone might be looking under her jean.
Mani spread apart her deliciously white womanly thighs and inched in closer, and closer, and closer, until his face was but inches from her panties, and her cunt. He breathed in the wonderfully scented aroma of Samantha. She even smelled beautiful. He wondered if she used some sort of scented spray. Most likely she did.
He used the fingers of his right hand to pull away the front of her panties to open to his eyes the sight of Samantha's cunt.
He was not disappointed. He smiled as it came into view. It was mostly cleanly shaved, albeit with a v-shaped landing strip above it, pointing the way, directing the eye, and anything else that wished to land, toward the thick, wavy feminine lips. He wasted no time in planting his lips on hers, once again engorging himself on the delightful feel and taste of a woman's fleshy cunt.
This was perhaps the best cunt he had tasted so far, apart from his mother's. Many, many more men would have died for this opportunity, this delight, this honor, and Mani savored this moment in time.
When he felt sufficiently satisfied he carefully pulled her panties back into place, brought her legs back together, pulled her jean back up, wiped his lips, stood back up and, with a smile on his face. He got back into the position he was standing before: He started time again.
A careful eye would have noticed a minor shift in Mani's position, but the change was so trivial and quick that it went unnoticed, or at least it was immediately dismissed by the mind.
In fact, Samantha asked, "Well, what's the trick?"
Mani looked over and smiled, then turned to Samantha. "Was the person's name Dwayne Johnson?" Samantha was duly impressed.
"Oh my gosh, Mani," Samantha exclaimed, feeling surprisingly excited, and not just about the trick. She had somehow become sexually excited?
"How did you do that?" she managed to ask, squeezing her warm, moist thighs together, her face becoming a little flushed. Yes, she realized, she had indeed become so aroused, so moist. She looked at Mani with confused, glazed, and as usual so very, very pretty eyes.
"But," Mani added. "It really wasn't Dwayne Johnson, was it, Samantha?."
"What?" She felt so agitated, her heart racing, her breasts rising and falling with her accelerated breathing.
"Check your answer."
Samantha reached down into her pocket, curious and excited as to what he was suggesting. She pulled out the paper, opened it up, and, her jaw dropping, her mouth opening, her eyes wide with shock and wonder, read out loud, "Manikandan?" Samantha was even more impressed and could not believe her eyes.
"Oh my gosh," Samantha exclaimed.
She looked at him again. Why had she suddenly become so excited? Mani had said that his magic would have an unusual effect on a girl. Did he hypnotize her or something? No, that was impossible. Nobody could do that without the person knowing, could they?
"Well," Mani said, “still not convinced?”
"No wait, please, one more. Show me once more."
"No, really, I can’t reveal my magic."
Samantha gave him her best pouting face, one that no man could resist. "Please…. Mani……… Would you do it again?"
Mani smiled up at her face. "Okay.. But I can’t show the same magic again, let me show another one."
She fired off, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." No magic act had ever excited her so much before.
Mani asked, "Think of a number between one and a hundred."
Samantha did. She thought of the number 39.
Mani stopped time.
This time he fixed in his memory how he was standing, and then stepped around her to get her purse. When he was done with that he got back in front of her, and pulled down her jeans and slipped his fingers within her panties.
He smiled as he fingered her now warm, moist cunt and played her clit, right there in his shop, in broad day light.
Using his other hand he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. It wasn't that easy to do with just his left hand, but he did have at least some skill. He took Samantha's left hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock as he continued to finger her tight, wet cunt.
He worked her fist up and down his stiff cock. Her soft feminine fingers felt so fucking good on his cock. Why they would, he couldn't explain. It wasn't like she was really jerking him off. He was doing all the work, but it sure felt like she was doing it.
He smiled, feeling how cool it was to be jerked off by Samantha, the girl he just half an hour ago. It would be nice if life was really like that, that pretty girls just enjoyed jerking you off whenever you felt like having it done.
Of course, he would return the favor, fingering her as well, just as he was now doing.
Why can't pretty girls be this nice, this considerate? They would make so many guys so happy, so appreciative. Of course, such a thought was not realistic, but maybe one day of the year pretty girls agree to masturbate a guy in need. Mani sighed with the deepest pleasure. Even if it was not really real, it did feel really nice.
It wasn't too long before he felt he might cum. It might be quite the magic trick to have his cum suddenly appear on her fingers, on her dress. But, that probably wouldn't be too well received.
He let go of her hand and brought it back down to her side. He wasn't sure, but it probably was just hanging there before. He slipped his fingers from her cunt, straightened her panties, and then got into the position he felt he had been standing before.
He slipped his hand back and started time.
Samantha felt that she might fall down. Her cunt felt so inflamed, so wet. She squeezed her thighs together hard, feeling such an urge to reach down, with her fingers, or to perhaps have one of the boys do it. Perhaps even Mani? She never before felt such an immediately intense urge to be fucked.
Mani asked, "Was the number 23?"
"What?" Samantha was so confused, for more reasons than one. "No," she gasped, "no, it was 39."
Samantha rested her hand on Mani's shoulder, reassuring him that it was a nice try, as well as to steady herself. She squeezed his shoulder. "That's okay, Mani," she said softly, her voice a bit breathless. "It was pretty close."
Mani looked perplexed. "Really, are you sure?"
Samantha nodded her head.
"I could swear it was 23," Mani objected. "That number was so clear in my head." He thought for a bit and then asked, "Samantha, how much change do you have in your purse?"
Samantha's eyes widened. She turned around to get her purse.
Mani's eyes went to the curves of her bottom, so nicely outlined by tight jean following her shape. Perhaps he could fuck her from behind as she got the change out of her purse? How nice it would be to fuck every girl as soon as she bent over. Doctors might then have to explain how bending over is making girls so intensely aroused.
Samantha quickly opened her purse, extracted the change purse, poured the contents into the palm of her hand, and carefully counted it out. "Oh my gosh," she gasped, her pussy becoming now even hotter. "Twenty-three Rupees. I have exactly 23 Rupees in coins!"
"Ah," Mani replied without any emotion or surprise. "That explains it”
Samantha was still in shock!! Mani never went near her purse and she could swear, she never had this many change in her purse when she started from her home. Was Mani a real magician?? The one with powers?? A thousands on thoughts crossed her mind unable to find a plausible theory!
TO BE CONTINUED
She naked in road she is embarrassed fell run nude in street
Mani reverse the time everyone forget the incident
