Shen Xu Zhix

Mediterranean Holidays (Time Stop, NTR, Hypnosis) #1

【Xinhai Sinicization Group ×chengqiran】Mediterranean Holiday 1 (Time stop, NTR, hypnosis tuning)

Translated by chengqiran

This is a series of works by Drmaxc, a big man on the L station, very delicate time stop text, not brainless flow. The characteristic of this big guy is that he loves NTR, especially likes to break in when other little couples have sex and rape his sister in front of his boyfriend. He named this behavior “cuckoo behavior.”

What he pursues is a silent aggression, the girl is voyeurized, caressed, and raped from beginning to end, but she is unconscious. The same goes for the lover who was supposed to protect her. However, pranks are also excellent, and sometimes the male protagonist will also take the risk of trying. In this episode he violates an impolite beauty on the beach and then fancyly intervenes in the sex life of a noble French couple.

Day 1 Beach beauties many

The Boeing landed on the concrete runway, greeting the sunlit greenery. I’m not a traveler – I was relieved to see the ground approaching through the porthole and feel the wheels touching the runway: not only because of the safe arrival, but also after months of anticipation, the stars and the moon, my summer vacation had arrived.

I finally returned to a small island in the Mediterranean.

After passport control and customs, I easily got to the bus to a beach I particularly liked and the tickets were cheap. This beach reminds me of my previous vacation days and I love it very much.

I don’t have any luggage, I’ve always traveled light. I also did not book any accommodation, either a hotel or a holiday villa. I’ll find a place to live on my own terms, more on that later.

Walking on the beach, admiring the colors of the sand, nostalgic for the good times of previous years, the blue sky is bright, the sea is soft and alluring blue, enjoying the blazing heat of the day, which is very different from the drizzle in London a few hours ago; This route is much cheaper than the express train from Paddington. I was more fascinated by the sea than the pretty girls, so I decided—well, it was the heat that made me decide—that it was time to go swimming.

Two full weeks! Various swimming and walking. In the excellent restaurant, there are many delicious dishes and maybe two encounters. Well, there won’t be only “twice”. In fact, as you’ll see later, the word “maybe” can be crossed out at all.

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The sound of waves crashing against the beach stopped, so did the sounds of people, and most gratifyingly, the sound of music on the loud radio on the beach stopped. I stood up, walked along the beach to the radio, removed a battery — so it could be quieted — and then went back to look at the girl. She lay flat on the ground, her arms slightly outstretched, her knees slightly bent, resting. She didn’t move, no one or anything but me. Time stopped completely.

That girl’s bikini was designed for me. The top part is small and exposed: the lower body is tied with bows on both sides of the hips. I reached out and easily lifted the orange blouse, revealing her plump brown breasts.

I picked up one of her bottles of tanning oil, squeezed some on both nipples, and then slowly rubbed the oil with my fingers to spread it out and massage her plump breasts.

I enjoy this and the impact it has had on me is obvious. I took off my shorts and let my meat stick bounce freely into the air ready to go—I was ready to open the hole. I’m not in a hurry at all, after all, there is enough time. I’m the only one who can do whatever I want.

Gently peeling back, inch by inch gradually revealing her black bushes and what was underneath. I got closer and examined her swollen inner labia – a sign of recent sexual arousal.

Using my fingers, I gently pulled the lips of the lower body, and without any protest from the lady, she exposed her sexual organ. The wet look was both seawater and white slime that indicated the moment of intimacy between her and her man. Intercourse happened appropriately. My assessment of the situation is correct.

If I say that she has already received a soak of white urine, there is a high probability that she will not object to me giving her another soak.

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I took her silence as consent.

I knelt between her legs, lifted her ass up, took off my bikini, and pushed my hard meat stick inside her. It slipped in naturally.

I leaned over her and squeezed her chest with my own. I loved the feeling of her nipples against mine and began to pump rhythmically from her body. Next to the girl lay her partner, lovingly looking in our direction, apparently unaware of what was happening.

Of course, he wasn’t to blame for being stupid, and no one could notice me. Not even the girl who was being raped by me.

She was stopped for time, naturally unable to respond to me, but her body was warm and soft, and her pussy was very wet. Everything was enjoyable and it was the first day of my holiday. This is what I have been looking forward to in those long, gloomy days at home.

I thrust in a few more times, filled my essence into her body, and climaxed; As I left, I saw my generous gift flowing through the slit – it was my gift to her.

I was standing, my penis was starting to droop, it was time to tidy up. For example, redress her and put her back in her original position and position—before I took her to relieve the swelling of the meat stick. I put my shorts back on, lay down on the towel, and was happy with the start of the holiday.

Okay, let’s get everything running again.

When the clock started again, I didn’t notice any immediate reaction on the beach, although the couple spent quite some time fiddling with it with the radio, clearly disappointed. They can no longer bother anyone else on the beach.

After a while, I noticed that the girl in the orange bikini opened her legs several times and closed them again, as if she realized something was wrong between her legs. Maybe it was wetter than she expected; Maybe something is flowing out? It doesn’t matter, my activities didn’t worry anyone. That’s how I like it. I don’t like to get people’s attention to me.

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I left the beach looking for a place to spend the night. It was actually midday, but I like to plan ahead. The village behind the beach has many holiday villas and holiday apartments. Although it is high season, this does not mean that it is occupied all the time; There are written rental periods with a few days in between; Some villas are not rented, but private holiday villas, and their owners are not always there. I like to borrow one or two during my stay. It’s not always easy to enter them, but I can find a place to live without being noticed.

I walked down a street and looked at the villas, some newly built, some renovated old buildings. The sound of splashing water in the pool came from all directions. Or obvious signs of use, whether it’s clothes drying on a balcony or a car parked outside.

I stopped in front of an old villa and I couldn’t see any signs of anyone using it: it looked like a holiday house, but it wasn’t used now. I turned into a small street next to the garden wall of the villa. It was remote and there was no one around, so I stopped time instead of having to go back to where I was when time started again. I’m quite cautious about anything that will draw someone’s attention to me, like when I stop time and move on without looking back, and I suddenly disappear in the eyes of outsiders – just like that.

Climbed onto the roof of a parked car, from where I climbed over the wall into the garden of the villa. The garden is mostly paved with hard ground and has an attractive oval private pool and loungers. I walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and found that they were unlocked. It was easy to slip in, I quickly determined that no one lived in, in fact, the documents on the table showed that no one had lived for 4 days. I am happy with my new harvest. I started time again and fell asleep in a bed.

When I woke up a few hours later, I lay happily in bed for a while again. I know I’m on vacation and wondering if I’m going to swim in the pool or go back to the beach? The idea of going to the beach won and I walked out the front door of the villa, and soon I was walking along the beach and, in the evening sun, casually glancing at the beautiful girls. Now there are fewer people dragging their families with them, and young people have taken over the beach.

I especially admired the two girls who lay together on tanning beds basking in the sun, topless as some girls like. I sat next to them, looking at them through my sunglasses.

A girl started applying tanning cream on herself and my waiting paid off. Her friend borrowed her cream tube, squeezed out more tanning cream, and applied it to her bare breasts without saving.

Unfortunately, my hungry gaze was a little too obvious, and despite my sunglasses, it made her feel deep. She stopped moving in anger and glared at me.

My reaction was to stop time.

She still had a scowl on her face. There was silence again. Without looking at anyone, I took off my shorts and walked over to the two girls. I can now get a closer look at their, even though the angry girl’s are covered by her hands.

I sat between them, both of them easy to touch. I reached out to touch their nipples, squeezing and turning alternately one after the other.

I have four nipples to play with, so I spend a lot of time checking and stroking. I tried sucking them but found the tanning cream to taste so disgusting!

So, I put my hand inside the angry girl’s bikinis. I don’t feel hair, whether it’s curly or straight. So it was, she shaved the hair clean.

I pulled the bikini aside and put my fingers into her labia. Very dry, but lubricated with tanning cream is fine. Scraping some tanning cream on her chest, I pressed my hand underneath her and felt her warmth around.

She still glared at me angrily, but now she had a better reason to be angry!

I stood up and the glans gently brushed her lips. I love that feeling. My penis gently pushed her lips away and her saliva moistened the glans. I brushed her teeth and watched as a little prostate fluid oozed from her lips. I held in my hand, stroked it up and down, and looked down at the two girls.

I aimed carefully, and the semen sprayed onto the angry girl’s chest, seemingly adding a lot of tanning cream to her.

Returning to my towel, I put on my shorts, stared at the unhappy girl, and started time again. She continued to glare at me while rubbing her now more lubricated breasts, completely ignoring the difference in texture between the two “tanning creams.” Then she lowered her scowl and lay down on the recliner.

I left to swim and came back happy to see that, as I expected, my semen had dried up and covered her breasts like a layer of crusty. She wiped the semen everywhere. She sat up, looked at the bottle in confusion, and spoke to her friend. They squeezed the cream, looked at it, and then looked at her breasts.

I watched them walk into the water, apparently dissatisfied with the quality of the tanning cream and anxious to wash it off. I picked up my things and went back to my borrowed villa. Maybe I’ll see them again and have more fun with tanning cream.

It was night. I ate well. Fresh grilled fish with salad and a few chips of potatoes, served with refreshing white wine. After returning from the restaurant, I lay by the pool in the borrowed villa and felt very satisfied. It’s hot during the day and still warm at night, much more comfortable and relaxing than London. I looked up through the clear evening light. The sky, stretching above me in completely still air, was not black, not even deep blue. Perhaps an inky blue best describes it, and it’s certainly quite different from what I’m used to. The first day was a wonderful start to my holiday.

I took off my clothes, slipped into the water, and swam around in the darkness under the stars, just quietly caressing and feeling peaceful. From the villa next door came the sound of laughter and sudden splashes of water. I came out of the pool, stood at a table, moved some of the climbing vines that grew along the wall to the side, looked down from the wall, and came to the pool area of the nearby villa. Two young couples swam around in the water, and to my delight, they were completely naked. When one of the girls stood in the water or turned to me, I saw four hips moving in the water and occasionally seeing breasts. I had two sexual encounters this afternoon and I really didn’t feel too sexy, so I went back to my pool and enjoyed a quiet solo swim for a while.

But curiosity conquered me, and I looked over the wall again. It got to the point where there were two couples in the pool who were tightly entangled instead of people swimming separately. I really wanted to stop and join in, but frankly, I was tired, so I left, climbed the stone steps, and went to my borrowed bed. I slept deeply and contentedly.

Day 2 Great appreciation! Mrs. France

I could barely take my eyes off her.

In my opinion, she has a perfect figure, round boobs, a white bikini top, deep cleavage, and blue shorts that cover her small but very round ass. Long brown legs, brown hair. She and her husband, both French, love to laugh and often hold hands. I knew I had to see her naked, examine her private parts, insert her, and do naughty things to her.

By the way, I have the ability to stop time. Can I do these? Why not!

In the morning, I didn’t get up early and had a good time on the beach. After a light grilled fish lunch, I took the afternoon for a walk. It was hot but I drank a lot of water and was in no hurry. It’s so cute to smell fennel in the air and watch baby lizards basking in the sun or scurrying among the rocks. I walked along country roads and highways and ended up circumnavigating alone and back to the beach.

The French couple—I call them Mr. and Mrs. in the French way—arrived there shortly after I returned from my walk. She attracted me at once, and I watched her every move with pleasure and listened to her conversations and laughter. They sat on the beach and chatted for a while, then she stood up, casually unzipped her shorts, revealing white bikini bottoms, ready to go swimming. These seconds directly hardened me.

It was so tempting that I stopped and hurried towards her. She is as cute near as she is in the distance; Sir is a very lucky man.

Unbutton the bikini to reveal beautiful breasts and pale pink nipples as round as they look across the bikini top.

I reached into her bikini and touched her pubic hair. My fingers stretched down further. No, everything has to be exposed. So the bikini bottoms fell from her legs and landed on the beach like a newborn baby, and she became naked.

I admired for a moment her soft brown pubic hair, just enough to cover her pink slit. Then his eyes wandered around to see her charming ass. My hand caressed her buttocks.

I was desperate to release my penis and fuck between her asses, but sanity prevailed. It wasn’t the best chance, not a good idea for her to be slimy with my and visibly detect abnormalities. The most attractive thing is anticipation, not instant satisfaction. Putting her bikini back on, I returned to the position I had been in at the beginning.

I watched as the couple ran into the sea, splashed each other with water, then swam out smoothly and back together. They stood and talked for a while, then swam again, and then swam out of the sea laughing. I looked at them, or more accurately, I watched Madame dry herself with a towel.

When they left the beach, I followed them from a distance and found them living in villas not far from my “own”. I decided to visit them later that night, which was not surprising.

After a pleasant dinner at a small fish restaurant I used to know, yes, I do enjoy fresh fish; I strolled to the French couple’s villa. Not long after stopping, I found a way through their back wall and into their pool. They sat by the pool enjoying a glass of wine. I explored their villa in my usual way, especially their bedroom, remembering its location. The bedroom was huge with a nice bathroom next to it. The couple has the villa exclusive. I hid in the other bedroom, waiting in the dark for them to go upstairs to sleep.

I didn’t wait long and soon heard voices outside their bedroom door. I heard obvious sounds of lovemaking. It’s time for me to get closer to her.

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I stopped and walked into their bedroom. The bedside lamp came on. The gentleman lay on his back. Madame leaned down and took his erect penis in her mouth. I really appreciate the view. She knelt on the bed with her head bowed, her wonderful ass hanging in the air.

I got closer. I stroked her ass and felt her rounded buttocks and admired their perfect form. I reached for her genitals, which, unsurprisingly, were wet and hot.

I slipped my fingers into her vagina and wrapped it in a thick layer of love juice. Pull it out and stuff it into her ju hole and push it gently. My fingers get in easily. I was hard, very hard, and I had a strong desire to not only penetrate her anus with my fingers, but also with that thicker and bigger dick.

Of course, with time stopping, I can do this, I can do whatever I want. But I don’t want my activity to attract attention during normal hours.

Once the clock restarts, she’ll definitely realize what’s going on – even more so if her asshole is bubbling out of her cum. Of course, after oral sex, the gentleman may also decide to please the lady in this way, but normal sexual intercourse is more likely to occur.

I decided to wait and see. I withdrew my finger from Madame’s chrysanthemum and went back to the door.

Gradually, her anus opened up and surrounded my invading dick, and I began to enter her body. I slowly pushed forward, expanding the diameter of the inserted penis and the strong resistance of her anal sphincter was overcome. With the help of massage oil, I slipped further.

I stopped and looked down at my cock half-buried in her chrysanthemum, my egg hanging freely. Underneath them, Mr. ‘s cock poked into Madame’s vagina.

I could certainly feel his husband’s meat stick close at hand, in the nearby pipe beneath me. I rubbed my hands on her buttocks, gently pulled them away, and pushed them in again, sliding deeper and deeper. I watched myself start the normal movement in and out, but not in the normal place, but in her backyard!

Despite the lack of substantial physical stimulation, my mental excitement has brought me to orgasm. I slowed down, lay on Madame’s back, and hugged her breasts. I gently lifted my ass up and down, pushed my penis in, and withdrew a little from her ass. Gently – savor the moment. But I couldn’t hold out for long, the tightness and stimulation of her ass was too strong. I crossed the line and squirted semen into her body again and again.

I lay on top of her and breathed deeply until my penis was weak and could slide out of her. I stood up, the excitement and desire were over, and I could calmly watch what I was doing.

Once the time restarts, she will definitely jump up, bent on figuring out why her asshole is suddenly very sore and has expanded considerably. Also, why did she feel weighed down on herself by a weight? I have to watch this follow-up. I like to keep my activities secret and barely noticeable. This is beyond what I usually allow, but, take another look at the wonderful ass, and I nod to myself – I can understand why I went above and beyond my usual goal, and there’s why.

Back in the dark bathroom doorway, I watched as time began all over again. The gentleman didn’t seem to yet, and the lady orgasmed first. His arms around her and his arms around her gripped her tightly, moving in and out of her pussy, his penis busy under that wonderful ass, I could see it clearly.

Did my lubricant slowly seep out of its original position and help him thrust? She didn’t let him pull it out, and the two lay together for a long time after he ejaculated. In fact, I think when they fall asleep, the underneath is still connected.

Time stopped, I walked over to them, my fingers touched her delicious ass again, and I felt her anus full of my slippery stuff, all the way to her slimy vagina and her husband’s soft dick.

I carefully reached in with my fingers and drew circles to get the semen out of Madame’s ass, but left a few drops at the entrance of her anus, which looked as if they had burst up during her orgasm. I think it’s quite artistic.

I got dressed and went back to my villa to take a shower. Not surprisingly, I slept well. Another good day of success and happiness.

(On the third day, it was written about erotic encounters, no stopping content, no translation)

Day 4 I was treated like a husband

I still have ten days to enjoy all the girls I like, which is really exciting!

On the beach, I looked around at human bodies—some snow-white, apparently new to the place; Some are pink, and some even red, unwisely sunburn themselves; Some are brown, a few are beautiful brown colors, very naturally dark colors, but tanned by the sun; And one or two darker, almost black. There is a huge variety. I can watch whoever I want, and play whoever I want. I certainly want to continue this wonderful holiday.

I walked back and passed my old villa. Oh, my home is gone, and new tenants have just arrived and are opening their car doors. It was a couple and their children, at least one of them was their children. I overheard one girl saying to another, “It’s cool here, isn’t it?” You’ll be happy to come out with us, Amy! ”

The daughter is dark-skinned, tall, and wears yellow shorts and a red blouse. She was beautiful, but didn’t look like her friend at all. It was a rather short girl with hair as red as fire. I remember where I am on the street, stop the time, walk back and look at them.

The gentleman lay on one side of the bed and the lady lay under a sheet. It was hot at night. My hand touched Madame’s face and slid down her chest, from her tummy to her pubic hair. Her thighs were pressed together, which was not good for my upcoming exploration. I pulled the sheets away and carefully pulled her thighs apart. My hand slid down, rested on her thigh, and reached into her genitals – quite an exciting slide in short!

Just as I had hoped, Madame’s inside was wet and slimy from intercourse. They apparently had sex before going to bed. I can easily reproduce what they just did. Interestingly, I really want to do that!

I took off my clothes to the floor and walked over to Madame, who was lying on the other side. I pulled the sheets back on top of us and began to stroke Madame and play with her as if we were lovers in bed.

As soon as time stopped, of course there was no reaction, but her chest, pussy, hair and wonderful ass all seemed to automatically bear the reaction to me.

It didn’t take long for me to climb on top of her, driving piles inside her, thrusting and thrusting. It is not difficult to insert it, especially with the blessing of lubricating oil. Will it be greasy? Well, this is quite common for me, and I don’t mind at all, after all, for a while, if the woman is already excited, or has already lubricated it in one way or another, then it is much easier to have sex: sometimes, manual lubrication is of course necessary, as in the ass of the lady a few nights ago.

One of the benefits of stop-and-go sex is that you don’t have to rush. Your partner won’t rush to orgasm; If you feel like you’re about to shoot, you can pause to prevent a second shot.

Don’t say, it’s a bit like masturbating, but it feels 100% real. Madame’s vagina feels like a vagina, not your left hand because it really is a vagina! It’s warm inside, really hot; Very slippery and wet, very wet, very comfortable, really very comfortable.

I began thrusting vigorously inside Madame until I ejaculated the essence of the day. I rested on my stomach and then slid next to her. I lay there, bathing in the comfort and deliciousness of the latest one-off sex and enjoying their comfortable bed.

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The next thing I felt was that there was a mouth wrapped around my penis, a warm, moist mouth, tongue tickling and teasing the meat stick. I had a perfect erection and was being given oral sex.

Blowjob?!

I panicked, what the hell was going on and where was I? My eyes were fixed on the dimly lit room. I focused my thoughts and realized in horror what had happened.

Just now I fell asleep next to Madame. As consciousness disappeared, my control over time apparently stopped and time began again. I hadn’t slept during stop-and-drop before, so I’ve learned something new now, but the process was dramatic!

Useful information, but I made a mistake, a mistake that was so bad, I lost my usual control of the situation. Damn it! Where is Sir? I looked around the room and it was really dark. However, I could vaguely make out my right breath, not very close to me.

Since it was so hot, he must have moved to a single bed by the wall in the middle of the night. Luckily he didn’t notice me, and he must have been confused at the time. Apparently Madame didn’t notice him gone either.

Madame did an amazing set of operations on my dick, apparently out of a reasonable misunderstanding: she thought it was her husband’s penis. How do I get out of this predicament?

I couldn’t stop time to slip away, it would freak out Madame—for her, I simply disappeared. I also can’t take my place with Mr. Smith, it would be heavy to move him, and most likely he didn’t have an erection. If Madame noticed that the penis in her mouth suddenly went soft, she would be confused.

It’s easy to escape, but I don’t want to attract any attention.

Anyway, I enjoyed the feeling of being hard to give up. She rhythmically moved her mouth up and down, her tongue very attentive to my glans, sliding forward and backward. She knows what she’s doing and knows how to do it well. She let her mouth slide away from the horse’s eye, and I felt her intensive kiss before swallowing it again.

I didn’t last long, and no one would hold on. I stroked her hair with my hand, and the semen poured down my dick into her mouth. When I cummed, I felt her tongue sliding and Madame swallowing. Wonderful!

I held my breath and waited to see what she did next. This can be cumbersome. It’s understandable to mistake my cock for her husband: if she comes to bed and kisses me and talks to me, she’s unlikely to continue to admit it.

She was lying on the bed with my soft penis in her arms. As the minutes passed, she didn’t move, and I realized she was asleep, still holding my soft penis in her mouth. Oh, it’s a beauty comparable to a first-class erotic movie!

I wanted to record it with my camera flash, but it was better to leave and not risk sleeping again. I won’t be so lucky again.

Pulling my penis out between her lips, there was a slight tugging sensation, there was a resistance, as if she didn’t want me to go, as if she could feel safe and satisfied with her penis in her mouth while she slept! Oh, noble lady, she doesn’t know anything!

I leisurely got out of bed, stopped for time, got dressed, strolled into the middle of the night, and went to sleep on the beach. It almost overturned, but what a lucky experience!