The November Morning
Walking down the sidewalk, in the brisk, crisp morning air, Ryki eyed the welcomed sight he had waited for. A high wall with the letters, "UCLA." It was a gorgeous campus, green and bare of people in the early morning hour. "I want to find the theater," he thought. Ryki strolled through the yards until he came upon a tall man sitting on a bench reading. He said, "Excuse me, sir. Would you help me find the theater?" The man looked up at him and said nothing but only voiced a smug look on his face. The seated man continued his read. "Rude, this man. Let's see if this adjusts his attitude." Ryki silently nods his head and steps to the side of the man. The bench creaked in sound followed by a strong ejecting push forward, throwing the man over the sidewalk and into the grass. Ryki laughed and nodded. The soil grew and hardened around the man, completely enveloping his body with exception to his head. “Where's the theater?" The man in his shocked state shakily spoke the directions and begged for release. "Good," Ryki replied. "Here's your book,” as a hard knock hit the man’s head. “You know, I’ve been merciful until this point, but I’m not feeling merciful any longer. I hate being ignored. If you survive your demise, maybe you’ll never ignore a person in need.” Ryki vanished from sight and a distant engine sounded its start-up. The man tried clawing his way out, but it was no use. Over the hill, the man saw a bright red machine crawling at a pace across the yard spewing out layers of grass as it moved. It was aligned with him. Would someone come to help this person, in need, escape?
Ryki walked over and into the identified building, located by the main road into the university. The wall greeted him with a sign pointing left for the film room and straight for the theater. No one was in sight and to satisfy curiosity, Ryki began walking left. The entrance door was locked, and with a snap of a finger, Ryki was beyond it. He was in a grand room with a rather large television flat screen. He played with the controls until a movie displayed. Ryki was amazed at the wonder of such technology. He snapped his fingers twice. Time slowed to a halt, and all films that had ever been created entered the memory banks of the studio. Ryki spent what we think of as years, but to him, it was mere moments of laughter and fun to the timeless world outside the room. He finished the last movie and snapped his fingers once more. Time resumed as usual, and Ryki now made his way to the main lobby. There he found a poster of a Victorian style play showing this evening. Out of interest and possible delight, he knew he wanted to attend. Walking through the central seating area and then the main stage, he ventured behind the large, maroon curtain separating the rooms. Though it wasn't necessary, Ryki decided to try sleeping for once since his release in one of the empty places meant for the main stars.
The Night of the Play
Meet Mercedes. She is a short 5’2, beautiful 20-year-old girl with shining brown hair that extended below her shoulders. Her skin was like a milky cream, both fair and smooth. She was tonight’s star.
WHHHHAAMMM! He awoke with a quickness to the sound. There stood Mercedes with the sight of anger on her face. The dull purple t-shirt she wore didn't give much to a display of figure but indeed stretched over the mounds of certain existence of full breasts. Her leggings also swelled across her thighs and conformed to wide hips and a heart-shaped ass. "Who the fuck are you?" Asked Mercedes. "Ryki. Is it time for the play?" He responded. "It's time for you to get your creepy ass, the fuck out of my dressing room! That's what time it is!" She stated. Ryki got up and asked her, "Who are you supposed to be, making such a showing?" "I’m tonight’s main entertainment," as she pushed him out followed by slamming the door. "I like her. She's feisty. Tonight’s entertainment? She has no idea," thought Ryki.
He walked out to the main seating area where a few people, dressed in beautiful dresses and suits, were already seated. Ryki snapped his fingers and was now in a suit himself. He walked outside to see a red Ferrari drive up. He overheard one from the growing crowd ask another, "Isn't that the dick from the basketball team and his snobby girlfriend that is always buying their way out of trouble? Didn't he accept some payoff from a sponsor recently?" The Ferrari parked by the curb and revved at the people. Ryki nodded his head, and the car begins to shake from the violent motions from inside. After a few moments, the door flung open allowing the couple out. They both fell to the ground, completely covered in runny cow shit. The girl ran to the grassy side and began puking. The guy finally caught enough composure to hear strange noises from his Ferrari. PIIIING! PINNNNGG! POW! Panels of the car dropped to the ground followed by everything else. The car sat in pieces as did the shit-covered basketball jock as he cried. The few people outside laughed but kept their distance for sanitary reasons. “I think the play is about to start,” one from the crowd said.
Act 1
Meet Mayor Kimberly Taylor. She’s a 32-year-old, 5’8 athletic woman with blonde shoulder length hair and tanned silky skin. She wore a black leisure suit made of wool and elastane along with a matching hat that was appropriate for her attire. The suit gave much away of her hourglass shaped figure with a hint of plump from behind.
Before Ryki walked back in, he noticed a limo arriving with police escort followed shortly by a few media vans parking in the distance. A woman and her husband stepped out of the limo and took the red carpet. She seemed important, he thought. A police officer, covering his face from the previous act of stench, stepped in front of Ryki and said, “Take a step back. This is the Mayor.” Ryki did as instructed and fantasied about her being his first victim of the night. He had this urge to fuck something and thought, “Who better than the mayor?” Ryki was curious, though, as to the number of police surrounding her and asked, “Why are there so many of you here with her?” “There was a gory murder not far from here, so we’re taking extra precautions tonight. Nothing for you to worry about,” the officer replied. “If he only knew,” Ryki thought in return.
After her royal entrance, Ryki returned to the main seating area and took a seat in the front row. The media now stormed inside for their hurried set-up for broadcast. An older gentleman now stood at the top stage with a spotlight shining his direction saying, “Ladies and Gentlemen, we have an honored guest with us tonight, give a warm applause for Mayor Kimberly Taylor! The applause was polite, yet held back.
Mayor Taylor walked prestigiously up to the stage and began to speak. “I want you all to know that I’m happy to be here tonight to support our students and faculty. I know they’ll do an amazing job. As for me, I want to tell you that we’re working hard at City Hall and despite what you have heard from news reporters. The stories aren’t true; I did not have an affair with the deputy mayor. I would never cheat on my husband and besides…” The sound of voice goes quiet as her microphone vanishes from her hand. “Where’d my mic go?” she thought as she looked around her.
After watching so many movies, Ryki recalled a song from the previous night by Joe Cocker named “You Can Leave Your Hat On” and he snapped his fingers to begin the familiar tune. The spotlight focused closer on Mayor Taylor as people now mumbled in confusion. Ryki snapped his fingers once more, and her body permitted the beats and lyrics of the song.
“Baby take off your coat. Real slow…” Her swaying body complied without resistance. Her fingers unbuttoned her black wool jacket, tugging on the sides of it seductively and flashing open to a white silk top that led into her black wool skirt. She called out to her husband in panic due to her loss of control, but the man was loving the view and was hoping for some payback embarrassment. Mayor Taylor now spun around tossing her jacket to the crowd. The people began snapping photos from their seats and whistling came from the men. Media members now looked at each other and closed a tighter shot on her performance.
“And take off your shoes. I’ll take off your shoes.” Her waist bent with her ass pushed toward the crowd as her hands complied with the lyrics and tossed her heels across the room one by one.
“Baby, take off your dress…” She heard the words and squealed like a high school girl in fright. Her hands reached behind and caressed up and over her black stockings, placed upward of her long thighs. They followed upward in the same fashion and over her black wool skirt. Her eyes widened as she felt her fingers fumbling the skirt’s zipper as her hips danced to the music. Her hands slowly lowered the zipper to the bottom followed by the loosening of its waistband. The skirt slowly slid off her hips as she stood straight and around, facing the people, then it quickly fell to the floor with a soft sound of
fllloooppp as it hit bottom. Mayor Taylor wore a dress long, white silk slip that covered her breasts and ended just below the lace of her black stockings.
The crowd was in full shock mode, yet full of ambition for the continuation of the show. Ryki knew it was time to slow things down a little, for effect. He snapped his fingers and time moved 1/4th of the speed on stage as to the seating area. He, yet again, snapped his fingers and the straps of her slip broke at the height of Mayor Taylor’s shoulders. The crowd watch earnestly as her silk, in full, crept down her body. The top began showing a dark blue sear material underneath. Slowly, the slip uncovered her chest altogether. The media cameras focused in further and now displayed the once hidden blue transparent bralette tightly forming around the shape of two D-cup torpedo-like mounds with a darker and thicker blue centered flower that hinted a curve upward as it reached the tips. From the crowd’s perspective, they could see the tan, silky skin of her covered breasts and began longing for a view past the flower that shielded her northerly pointed nipples. The white slip gradually passed her toned stomach, giving sight to a black garter belt with a glimpse of dark blue matching sight of lace. Further down it went, as the crowd and cameras could see her extreme tardy paced reactions. Bit-by-bit, the white silk gave way to a high-rise layer of sheer dark blue lace with darker forms of flowers on it followed by small, but thick bands that ran both sides across her lower hips and down the crease that formed between her thigh and V-shaped groan. Her panties now showed entirely as the slip slid down her athletic shaped legs, re-displaying the black stockings she wore. The matching pair was a high-rise Brazilian-cut bikini brief that came complete with small silver hooks on the side. Ryki snapped his fingers and time resumed back to normal. The slip quickly traveled from knee to her ankles.
Kimberly’s face turned bright red as her body still turned to the beats of the tune. She wiggled around, giving a gorgeous sight of the sheer lace covering less than ½ of her plump ass cheeks. Again, Ryki snapped his finger and Kimberly felt a rush of passion fill her body. She began with a slight moan as her body danced. The nipple covering flowers gently heightened further north. Kimberly had never before felt this horny. As she faced forward and with a waving motion of her hips, the crowd started seeing the dark blue sheer fabric tighten to the form of her flush, wet pussy lips. They could almost view every detail of her womanhood. Her moans became more frequent and more profound in volume despite being touched. “This is a theater! Now we shall include, in this show, some smoking effects,” Ryki spoke out loud. The audience heard the familiar snap of a finger, and
POOF smoke shot from the sides toward Kimberly.
The crowd half expected her to be completely naked at this point, but nothing had changed except her suit and slip had vanished from sight. Kimberly, intoxicated by her inner passion, cared for very little. If it were possible, she thought, she would run behind closed doors and finish herself off to the thought of her lover. Meanwhile, the audience began noticing something happening. The bralette’s sheer material, positioned between simple lace below her breasts to the straps, commenced in shrinking. The straps itself and the lace somehow seemed unaffected, but they were being pulled together by the effect. The simple lace pulled north, displaying the bottom plump of both her breasts and raised her breasts up slightly as it pulled against the curve and traveled south showing a deep naked cleavage in the wake. Both the lace and strap met the darkened flower which also slightly shrunk in size unveiling ½ of her massive pink areolas. Her bralette now looked similar to that of the tiniest of bikini tops with the mass of her tits showing underneath along with just enough material left to cover her northerly pointed nipples.
Kimberly’s body turned once more facing away from the crowd and bent at the waist which caused her ass to stretch the thin, half covering material across. Ryki snapped his fingers once more and time slowed down again. The snap also released both hooks of her panties with the beginning show of them falling to the ground. The sheer lace leisurely flowed down her ass unveiling her moist pussy for everyone to see and finally hit the ground. The audience cheered, and media cameras tightened in for the shot.
Ryki was incredibly turned on and nodded his head. The time now slowed considerably for the people in their seats as time resumed normally on stage. He walked up to Kimberly as she was bent over and slid his dick into her. She didn’t know his face, but she didn’t care by the sound of her approving moans. He thrust back and forth feeling the contractions inside her. The audience watched as if the stage was in the fast forward mode. They saw a man turning her into a side view and pounding her from behind. Her tits rocked rapidly back and forth until her tiny bralette could not contain her beautifully erect pink nipples any longer. Ryki reached forward and took hold of her tits as he continued. He could tell she had reach her exploding point following a screaming moan by a satisfied woman, but he wasn’t finished yet. After a few more mounted thrusts, he pulled out, turned her around, and shot his entire load upon her face and chest. For a moment, Ryki was extremely pleased, but something happened. His dick grew hard again along with the fiery passion inside. Was this a curse or a benefit to his power, Ryki didn’t know but at the time, he quickly forgot about it.
He nodded his head and turned invisible. Time returned to normal. Kimberly was sweaty, still bare naked, and now coming to grips of the current consequences. She grew red, grabbed her panties, covered her tits as best as she could, and ran out of the side exit. Ryki smiled as he thought about this upcoming act. “Where o’ where is Mercedes at?” He sang. “I think it’s about time for Act 2!”