Previous versions of the Frozen Prom series can be found here:
Part 1: sexstories.com/story/112000/frozen_prom_-_chapter_1
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are of age at the time it takes place and are completely fictional.
20 minutes. That was as long as I could wait before stopping time with my watch again. But I hadn’t been idle. I’d been watching, waiting, and planning on who I’d fuck next. I’d considered a couple of the different girls I have had crushes on but the only option was Angel; the head cheerleader, the semi-professional model, the class slut. And tonight, she looks especially slutty. She’s gone surprisingly subtle with her make-up but her round face still looks gorgeous. Her seductive green eyes look out from underneath her heavily mascaraed lashes. Her little button nose and rosy cheeks have been splattered artistically with glitter, shimmering under the dancing lights. She’s had her lips done recently, plumped up so they’re all pouty. They’ve healed up nicely and look so invitingly kissable, especially with the glossy pink lipstick she’s wearing. Her dirty blonde had been straightened and flowed all the way down her bare back, ending just above her round ass. And what an ass it is! Years of being a ballerina, doing gymnastics, and being a cheerleader has toned it into two perfectly round cheeks. But what made her look truly slutty was her dress. It’s a little black number made from a glittery black satin like material. A deep plunging neckline criss-crosses her chest, the thin straps just wide enough to cover the nipples of her natural plump tits. Cutouts reveal the tanned olive skin of her curvy hips and flat stomach which she’d had pierced just for the occasion. The floor length skirt has two slits running down the front so her elegantly smooth legs stick can be seen. Her high heels are nothing more than a sole with three thin straps wrapped around her delicate feet and a precariously stiletto heel. The whole outfit looks expensive but I know she wouldn’t have paid a penny for it because she would have got it through her modelling work.
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She started modelling at 16 and always said she was scouted at the local mall but everyone knows she blew the casting director in a toilet stall for the job. That was the start of her slut era. Casting directors, teachers, the football team and even the headmistress’s husband, if the rumours where to be believed, she’d blown and fucked them all. I’d even got a handjob off of her at a party once, although the cops had turned up and we scattered so we wouldn’t be arrested for underage drinking. That was just the tip of the iceberg though. 4 months ago, a couple weeks after her 18th birthday, a rumour started going around that she had started an OnlyFans. That night after a quick search, I found it. The little slut had made it free and had already started posting bikini, lingerie, and even a couple of fully nude pictures. The memories of her perky nipples makes my cock grow hard and as she sneaks out the hall and into one of the nearby changing rooms, probably to take a couple selfies for her fans, I follow her.
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As I close the changing rooms door behind me, muffling the deafening music, I see Angel stood alone with her back to me, her phone held high in front of her. I quickly press the button on my watch, watching as Angel’s body freezes in place and the muffled music falls completely silent. Smiling as I see I’ve got 43 minutes of frozen time to do with as I please, I move around to stand in front of Angel. I was correct with my earlier assumption; she’s pulled her the material of her dress aside to reveal her tits and is taking selfies of them. What does surprise me is that both of her nipples have been pierced. She must have had it done the same time she got her belly pierced. The piercings in her nipples are gold and shaped like little hearts whilst the one in her belly is tear drop shaped with a red gemstone embedded in it.
“You truly are a slut, aren’t you?” I say to her as I move her arm down to her side. In her frozen state it’s quite like moving a mannequin, or a life-sized doll. With her arm now out of the way I grab her tits with both hands. They’re soft and squishy, and her nipples poke out between my between my fingers as I grope them.
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Her plump lips are puckered out in duck face and they’re too inviting not to kiss. As I press my lips up against hers, I drop my hands to her waist and pull her in closer. My hands move around her body and grabs her ass at the same time I force my tongue into her mouth. My cock is so hard now that it feels like my pants are about to burst open. I pull away and put my hands on her shoulders, pushing her down onto her knees. I undo my buckle, unbutton my pants and pull down my zipper before pulling out my cock. Her lips are slightly parted but not enough to allow the tip of my cock into her mouth so I grab either side of her head and thrust forward. Her mouth opens wider as my cock forces its way inside, slamming into the back of her throat. I push further forward and feel the tightness of her throat give way and allow my cock to slide down it.
“Oh, fuck yes.” I moan as I begin slowly her head backwards and forwards. It feels and looks amazing. The only way it could be improved was if she was actually the one blowing me, but there was no way I would be brave enough to resume time with my cock in her mouth. That didn’t matter though, I began fucking her face harder and faster than before. I could feel the unstoppable urge to cum building inside me so I quickly pulled back. Cum shoots from cock and plasters her face, dripping down her forehead, cheeks and off the tip of her nose. After a second it freezes in places, becoming as motionless as everything else.
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I smile as a thought crosses my mind, an idea to have a little fun with Angel. I quickly position her back to how she was when I stopped time, the only difference now being her open mouth and cum covered face. I then quickly hide in a corner behind some empty lockers, invisible to her, but with a perfect view of her face. I push the button on my watch and feel that strange sensation as life springs into motion around me. I hear Angel’s phone click as she takes as selfie and then she gasps.
“What the fuck? What the fuck’s all over my face?” She says, her voice full of confusion. She wipes off the bridge of her nose and stares at the sticky white liquid on her fingers.
“Is… Is that cum? How the fuck have I got cum on my face?” She says before surprising me by licking her fingers. “It is cum! What the hell is going on? I haven’t even fucked anyone yet tonight.” Her confusion still etched across her face she crosses the changing rooms and out of my sight but I know where she’s gone, I hear the toilet door slamming shut behind her.
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I wait for a minute before she emerges back out into my view, her face now clean and her tits covered. She picks up her purse which she’d dropped on one of the benches and fishes out a tube of lipstick. She goes to apply it but her hand stops halfway up to her mouth as I press the button on my watch. I emerge from my hiding place and approach her from behind. It takes me a few seconds to figure out the clasp on her dress but as soon as I do, the sequined material falls to the floor.
“I am so looking forward to fucking you.” I whisper into her ear, one hand playing gently with her tits as the other moves down her flat stomach and between her legs. She’s not wearing any panties so my fingers brush against her the smooth skin above her pussy before pressing against her lips. I slip 2 fingers inside her and am surprised by how tight she feels. With the number of men, and cocks, that she’s fucked I was almost sure that she would be a gaping mess.
“Well, you’re not as big of a whore as I thought.” I say as I begin moving her to lay on her back on top of one of the benches. Her years of flexibility training allows me to practically fold her in half, tucking her legs behind her shoulders. It’s my favourite position to see a girl do in porn and seeing Angel do it is pure perfection.
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My cock is already rock hard as I straddle the bench and begin rubbing it against her pussy. I savour the moment as I slowly push myself inside, watching intently as her tight lips spread around my tip. As my head disappears inside her I grab her waist. With one almighty thrust I slam my cock all the way in.
“How are you so fucking tight?” I ask as the tight walls of her pussy grip my cock. I wrap one of my hands around her slender throat as I thrust in and out, my other hand slapping and grabbing her ass every time I pull back. I quickly find my rhythm, pumping my cock in and out, in and out. After a few minutes my hand drifts down from her neck and grabs her tits again. The urge to orgasm begins building inside me once more and I contemplate pulling out to glaze her face with my cum again but her tight pussy convinces me otherwise. I thrust as deep into her as I can and my cock explodes. Cum pumps inside her, shooting from the tip of my cock like a hose. I hold myself inside her as the last of my seed fills her and as I feel my balls empty, I slowly pull out.
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I look down at her, my hard cock resting against her pussy, as I try to catch my breath. Of the 3 pussies I’d fucked tonight hers was definitely the best, although my crush Millie’s had been both my first, and also amazingly tight. I shifted my position slightly and suddenly the tip of my cock was pressed up against Angel’s asshole. The desire to fuck her ass suddenly filled me and I quickly glanced at my watch. 15 minutes left, more than enough time. I thrust forward and a question is answered.
“So that’s why your pussy was so tight. You’re an anal whore!” I exclaim as my cock slides effortlessly into her well used ass. It was actually kind of disappointing. I can easily thrust in and out, and there’s barely any resistance. I was hoping that the first time fucking an ass that it would be tight. I shrug off my disappointment and begin fucking. This time I go as hard and as fast as can, not caring about the way my body slams into hers.
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I finish with only 4 minutes to spare. Moving quickly, I stand her back up in what I think was her original position. I struggle to get her dress back on, my nervous fingers fumbling with the clasp as the watch continues to count down the second. 1 minute left and I am done, quickly hurrying towards the door. I get half way down the small corridor back to the main hall when my watch gives a little chime and I feel time restart. From the locker rooms I hear a cry of shock but I ignore it, darting down the rest of the corridor and back into the main hall and onto the dance floor.