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Tick Tock Ch. 01

By: qqnforyou6



It was now three weeks to the day since the moving van left. Most of our stuff was now put away except for a few boxes of junk in the garage. The move across the country took a toll on us but it was finally over. My husband Michael, whom I adore more than anything, started his new job this morning. His promotion and transfer landed us here in small town Missouri. His new job was the CEO of a bank here in town. 

It was going to take a while for us to adjust to the more rural setting that we were now a part of. As we unpacked and settled in we managed to learn where everything was here in town. Like I said, it was a small town, with no more than 20,000 residents in and around the town. I did not take long to drive through it either. One minute you are in town and the next minute you are driving through corn fields. 

As I made my way down stairs it was evident of how big our new home was. With the larger salary Mike was making, it afforded us with a very nice home. The house was very old but it was well kept. It had been remodeled several times over the decades but its old style of design still had appeal. As I entered the family room I paused to take in its beauty. We had just enough furniture to fill the space. There was still a hint of paint odor in the air as the house was repainted right before we moved in. Looking over at the far wall my gaze turned to the antique grandfather clock. 

Slowly, I made my way over toward the clock. There was something about this old structure that caught and held my attention every time I was in the same room. Even though it was old it still kept accurate time. What amazed me about the clock was the front of the wooden structure. It had this unusual design on it. It was like it was an image painted on it but there was no picture. I looked like paint swirls in repeating patterns with occasional other colors throughout. Just then, "BONG," it was one o'clock.

As I tried to leave the painting on the clock held my attention. I noticed that over the last three weeks my interest in this clock has been increasing, almost like it has been mesmerizing me. At first I would look at it when it chimes. Now it is like I am being conditioned and I actually anticipate the chimes and I go to it just before each time it is about to chime. I also noticed that when the clock chimes my breathing deepens, almost like I am out of breath. 

I finally managed to pull myself away from the beautiful antique to go outside to do some yard work. It didn't take long to work up a sweat. I cut the grass using a riding mower and I used the trimmer to edge the driveway. When I was finished I was full of grit and grime. I put the equipment back into the shed in the back yard and went in to take a shower. I kicked my shoes off and walked across the family room. Suddenly I paused and looked at the grandfather clock. Just then, "BONG, BONG, BONG." I inhaled sharply as it felt like the air was sucked right out of me. I managed to pull my eyes away and went upstairs to take a shower. 

The cool water felt magnificent on my hot sweaty body. I just stood under the stream of water trying to figure out why that clock has such an effect on me. After shampooing and soaping up I rinsed off and reached for my towel. Stepping out of the shower I continued to dry myself. I hung the towel back on the rack and then turned my attention back to myself in the mirror. "You still look good Colleen," I said to myself as I gazed at myself in the mirror. My dark brown hair still showed no signs of gray at the age of thirty four. My green eyes still had a gleam in them and I was happy that I still did not have crow's feet in the corners. Looking down at my breasts I was so happy that they were not sagging yet. I know mother time will catch up to me but for now my 36C's looked fantastic. The cool air and damp skin had my nipples standing at attention. I always loved how big and hard my nipples got, especially when I make love to my wonderful husband. I reached up and cupped my breasts, squeezing them gently before pinching my nipples. That alone sent a quiver down to my pussy that was already throbbing. Looking down, my tummy remained flat and tight and my waist was no bigger than the 26 inches that it was when I was in high school. Looking down farther, my gaze rested on my bush. I could see my pussy lips through my pubes as they were beginning to swell. I was horny and I wanted nothing more than to reach down and take care of business but I resisted as I wanted to make love to Michael when he came home from work. Turning around part way I checked out my ass. It was still a cute tush that I catch most men checking out whenever I go to the stores. With that I walked into the bedroom to get dressed. 

I decided to wear something loose so my horniness wouldn't be as evident. I reached into my panty drawer and picked out a pink pair and stepped into them. I figured I could always change them later because they would probably be wet by the time Mike got home. As I reached for a bra I stopped myself. I felt myself take a deep breath as I looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It was three fifty eight. Slowly I walked out of my bedroom and walked down the hallway toward the stairs. I descended the stairs and walked into the center of the family room and stopped. I stood topless as I gazed deeply into the painting on the front of the grandfather clock. My breathing grew deeper and I felt my nipples grow incredibly hard. Just then, "BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG." I reached up and squeezed my breasts. I pulled on my nipples causing my pussy to tingle and begin to drip. Reaching down I cupped my panty covered cunt and squeezed. My panties were drenched! 

I wanted my husband to come home right now. I was so horny I need to fuck immediately. We haven't made love since we moved in because of sheer exhaustion, but tonight was different. Tonight I needed my husband and I needed him inside me. I raced up the stairs and went back to my room. I peeled off the soaking wet pink panties I was wearing and tossed them in the hamper. I reached down and slid two fingers deep into my pussy. I pulled them out because I knew it wouldn't take much for me to cum. I reached into my panty drawer and grabbed another pair. I quickly dressed myself, selecting a summer dress to wear. I couldn't believe how I was trembling. I couldn't remember the last time I was this turned on. All I wanted was for my husband to come home. 

I went down to the kitchen to make dinner for Mike. Of course along the way I glanced at the giant clock but this time it didn't have any effect on me. It seemed like it only affected me when it was chiming. Reaching for my phone I saw I had a text message from my sweetheart. "Baby, I will be home soon." I replied "Dinner will be ready...and so am I!" I sent the text and made dinner.

After setting the table I walked through the family room toward the grandfather clock. I looked up at the face and realized it was almost five o'clock. I reached out and touched the interesting painting on the front of it. I could feel the texture of the paint as there were many swirls and dots. I stepped back and gazed into the painting. Just then, "BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG." As the clock chimed I began to pant lightly. My pussy ached and my nipples hardened until you could see them pushing the material of my bra and dress outward. God I needed my husband more now than ever. After composing myself I walked back to the kitchen. 

I heard Mike pulling into the driveway. I didn't care that I was in bare feet I raced out the back door and ran to his truck. As he shut his door I jumped up into his waiting arms. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. I kissed him deeply on the mouth. Our tongues explored every inch of each others mouths. After a few moments he set me down on the ground. 

"Wow, what a way to greet me ," Mike said as we walked arm and arm into the house. 

Once inside I stopped my husband and kissed him deeply again. I reached down and grabbed his cock through his dress pants. "It's been so long Mike I need you to make love to me," I moaned as I continued to kiss him over and over. 

"Really, right now?" Mike asked as he kissed me back

"God yes Michael I need you to fuck me right now," I said as I began pulling at his belt to unbuckle it.

"Colleen, I haven't showered or had dinner yet," Mike said as he pulled himself away and walked toward the stairs so he could go take a shower.

"That a way to kill the mood," I said as I watched my husband walk up the stairs. 

I walked over and curled up on the couch. This was the problem with my husband. He only liked to fuck in the bedroom with the lights off. It was always the same vanilla thing. We start fooling around, he climbs on top of me for a few minutes, we both get off and then its over. I know he is the only man I have ever been with and I would never cheat on him but I wanted more. I needed more. I wasn't dumb, I have seen porno videos before. That was the kind of sex I was desiring but not getting. The only time I made love to Mike other than a bedroom or hotel room was in the limo on our wedding night. 

Finally, I had enough. I got up off of the sofa and walked up the stairs. I walked down the hallway to our bedroom. As I entered the room I could hear the shower running. Quickly and quietly I slipped out of my dress, letting it fall to my feet. I reached around and unhooked my bra, allowing my aching breasts to hang freely. I squeezed my tits and pulled hard on my nipples causing my pussy juices to flood my panties. I slipped my fingers under the thin waist band of my underwear and pulled them down. I stepped out of them and was completely nude. 

I heard the shower shut off. I pushed the bathroom door open and slipped inside. Just then, my husband opened the smoked glass shower door and stepped out of the shower. Before he knew what happened, I dropped to my knees and took his soft member into my mouth.

"Colleen, "was all Michael could say as he slowly began to swell in my mouth.

Not a word was spoken as I continued sucking on his cock until he was hard. As I braced myself with one hand on his hip I reached under myself and began to rub my slippery slit. I had a tingly feeling all over as my fingers rubbed up and down and in and out. My head continued to rhythmically bob up and down as my husband was now rock hard. Even though I didn't often give mike head, this time we both were enjoying it.

"Dinner can wait," I said as I pulled his cock from my mouth and stood up.

"What has gotten into you Colleen?" Mike asked with a strange look on his face.

"Just shut up and come fuck me," I said as I held his cock and walked him like a dog toward the bed. I love you and I miss you and I need you right now," I said as I fell back onto the bed, pulling my husband down on top of me. 

Immediately Michael pushed up my legs to mount me, only for me to stop him. "No Hunny, I want you to use your mouth," I said as I spread my legs wide and bent my knees, inviting him in for a taste.

My husband dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and moved his face closer to my cunt. I was dripping wet and if it was cold enough I am sure it would have steam emanating from it. Mike kissed my cunt causing sharp shooting sensations to race throughout my body. But that was it. Before I knew it, he climbed up on top of me and entered me.

I was so horny I began to cum as he slipped all the way into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to buck my hips against his thrusts. My legs tightened and my toes began to curl as my orgasm began to build deeper and deeper. Suddenly it happened.

"BONG," The clock began to chime. I began to have feelings and sensations I never experienced before in my lift. My husband was fucking me and my thoughts were of the antique grandfather clock downstairs. I began to see weird things. It was as if I was looking at the painting on the clock, only the patterns on the paint were moving. As the clock continued to chime I came harder than ever. Each chime of the clock caused my pussy to clinch. It was as if I had become one with the clock. As the clock continued to chime my pussy continued to clinch. 

Suddenly, the clock stopped. My husband pulled out of me and his six inch member began to squirt on my stomach and bush. My legs fell limp and I gasped to catch my breath. Mike turned and walked back into the bathroom to clean up. "Damn," I said to myself softly. I needed more. It was always the same old crap, a quick fuck in the same old boring position.

I heard my husband turn the water back on in the shower. I closed my eyes and reached down to my still smoldering pussy. I began to rub my clit as my mind once again wandered to the image on the clock. Id didn't take long as my wet hole began to drip down the crack of my ass and over my sensitive sphincter. I began to see the swirling paint on the clock as my orgasm welled up inside. In my head I could hear the clock chime, causing my orgasm to explode. I gasped for air as my hips began to buck up and down spastically. "Oh God!" I cried out as I came in a fury. In my mind the clock continued to chime and my pussy continued to contract. Finally, the waves of pleasure began to subside. My eyes opened and standing before me was my husband.

"What the fuck was that about? Mike asked as I slipped off of the bed and walked past him into the bathroom.

"I told you I needed you," I said as I slipped into the shower and turned the water on.

As I stood under the steady cool stream of water I continued to play over the events that just transpired. The powerful orgasms, the toe curling quivers, and the need for sex all were overwhelming. Never in my life have I had an experience like this. Even though it was the same old vanilla sex with my husband it was different. It was almost too good. One thing I knew for sure, it was related to the antique grandfather clock. It was like the clock began to control me, like it knew me. The vivid image of the painting on the clock along with my climax being perfectly in sync with the chimes was spooky. But yet as I stood here in the shower I still needed more. 

Realizing that my husband was down in the kitchen I quickly dried off and dressed. I raced down to the kitchen to reheat dinner. Much to my surprise my husband had dinner already warmed up. He pulled my chair back for me to sit down and bent over and kissed me softly on my lips. As he stood back up I glanced at the clock. Just then, "BONG."

TO BE CONTINUED... Please send me your feedback as it is important to the development of the story. This will be a multi chapter story. Please drop me a line and let me know what you think. 

Tick Tock Ch. 02



Peering through the glass panel of the door I could see Mrs Moore already sat at the big oak desk, busily engrossed in a book.

She hated detention as much as her pupils did, but this time she not only hated it but was filled with trepidation after what had happened in her English class. She couldn't believe the audacity of that little shit, who had touched her up.

Never in her 30 years of marriage had another man ever laid a hand on her except her husband. She had taken her marriage vows and not once had ever deviated from them. And yes quite a few men had flirted with her or paid her some nice compliments, but she had remained very loyal to Barry. 

Turning the brass door handle and pushing the door wide open with such bravado I quickly announced my entrance. Mrs Moore's head snapped up from the book and glared straight back at me. 

"Please take a seat Mervin" she chided.

Instead of sitting right at the back of the classroom as I had done earlier, I dropped my satchel on the nearest desk, which just so happened to be right in front of Mrs Moore's old oak desk.

Detention didn't start for another five minutes and we were the only two people in the classroom. What had worked out well for me was that there was no more naughty pupils for this detention, I couldn't have planned it better.

"You know what book you need to read so please get on with it, the sooner this detention finishes the better" said Mrs Moore with a touch of venom in her voice.

I had one whole hour of detention and I was going to make full use of that hour. Opening my satchel I retrieved said book and flipped to the marked page, but had no intention of reading this dull book.

Naughty thoughts were already running amok, scenario's playing themselves out. Being a hormonal young lad this quickly made me hard.

Knowing full well that I wouldn't be interrupted for at least forty minutes I could relax and enjoy what was to follow. All the pupils had left, along with the majority of the teachers, and all was left was the few cleaners.

From where I was sat I couldn't see much of her lovely body as the big oak desk was obstructing my view. Somehow I had to get her from behind that desk and as close to me as possible. The images of her shapely legs wrapped up in tights swam back into my memory from earlier, causing a big smile to sweep across my face.

"Mrs Moore I am struggling with this passage of text" I piped up.

The silence was broken which caused her to jump. Lifting her head and realising an audible sigh, she slowly rose from her chair and made her way around the desk and stood at my side.

"What don't you understand" again with a hint of venom in her voice.

"All of it" I responded while looking up directly at her.

From this angle I could see a gap in her blouse from which I could make out the black lacey bra she wore. Lowering my gaze I took in the vista in front of me, from her mature hips down to the style of her shoes she wore. 

"Come closer Mrs Moore"

"We will not be having a repeat of what happened earlier Melvin" she spat out.

"Is that so, didn't you enjoy it" I fired back. 

"No I didn't" again spoke with venom from Mrs Moore.

Well here goes I thought, and with that I placed my right hand on the back of her left leg.

Did she jump in surprise.

No.

Did she move away from me.

No. 

Mrs Moore just stood there like a mannequin as my hand caressed the back of her leg. The feel of her tights as I ran my hand over them was driving me wild.

"You have lovely legs Mrs Moore" I excitedly stated.

"You shouldn't be doing this, it is so wrong" replied Mrs Moore but this time without venom.

My hand roamed higher up her leg till it reached the cheeks of her ass. 

"Gee's you have a lovely soft bottom" I said in a lustful voice. 

Pushing higher with my hand it squirmed right between Mrs Moore's legs, and to my surprise her legs involuntary opened wider.

"Oooh" escaped her lips.

I continued to move my hand in a sawing motion across her crotch, each time pushing higher, almost lifting her off her feet. Soon I could feel a tell tale sign that she was grinding her crotch down onto my hand.

I looked up into her eyes, they were closed and her mouth was biting down on her hand so not to make any noises.

"Lift your skirt for me" I asked,

This time there was no hesitation from her. She grabbed both sides of the skirt and hitched it over her hips to reveal all her glory. I wasted no time and pulled her closer to me so I could get a closer look. Still remaining seated I pushed her forward which made her instinctively rest her hands on the desk in front of me.

"Oh my god what are you doing Melvin" she gasped

"Just relax Mrs Moore, and enjoy it "

Both of my hands then took on a mind of their own as they explored every inch of Mrs Moore's tight covered ass. My sense of touch was in ascendancy now as I closed my eyes and used my hands as my primary sense. Feeling the soft material of her tights to the lacey thong that was underneath.

"Oh Melvin you must stop before someone walks in on us" moaned Mrs Moore.

That plea feel on deaf ears as I was in my element now and nothing was going to stop me. Standing upright I grab the top of the tights and began to pull them down making sure I kept her thong in place. Surprisingly Mrs Moore's wiggle of her hips made the job far easier for me. With her tights around her ankles I then knelt down behind her. What a perverse image it was, looking like I was in pray, I was in pray in homage to Mrs Moore's ass.

"What are you going to do" moaned Mrs Moore

I knew she already had an answer to her own question. With a tug of her thong to the left gave me complete access to her mature shaven pussy. Placing both my hands on her ass cheeks my mouth burrowed deep into her crotch.

"Umgh" was the only sound I heard.

Like a young boy with ice cream or a ravenous animal at feeding time I drove my tongue deep into Mrs Moore's pussy. In my wildest fantasies I never imagined this could taste so good and what sense of pleasure I could give to a woman. Now my senses quickly shifted from touch to taste as I made sure I explored every part of her pussy.

What made me slow down and stop was a noise that I couldn't place as my mind was distracted by my oral pleasure I was giving. Lifting my head and cocking it to one side I heard it again but very muffled.

"Did you say something Mrs Moore" I enquired.

"Don't stop Melvin, use your fingers as well, finger me please" said Mrs Moore.

That brought forward a big Cheshire cat grin from me. I knew now that I had conquered her, I knew that my plan had succeeded, I knew I had her where I wanted her.

For the first time I did what I was told and delved right back to her wet pussy but this time I had reinforcements, my fingers! 

Now I am not that experienced in women's bodily functions but what I did know was that my tongue and my fingers were driving her over the edge towards an orgasam. Rubbing a thumb over her stubby clit and shoving two fingers inside her pussy while licking her outer pussy lips was having the desired affect on Mrs Moore. 

"Oh god Melvin don't stop" was whispered from her lips.

"Are you enjoying this? I stupidly asked

"Oh yes, I am going to cum" she groaned.

Watching the back's of her legs jiggle and feeling her ass ground downwards I knew it wouldn't be long before she cummed on my tongue and fingers.

"Oh yes here it comes Melvin" she huffed

Count to three I thought.

1

2

3

I stopped abruptly. Quickly removing my fingers from her wet pussy. I then stood upright. Taking a swipe, I landed a smack on her right ass cheek which caused it to wobble.

"What are you doing, don't stop now Melvin I am so close" said a frustrated Mrs Moore.

I stood there and with a devilish grin picked up my satchel and slung it over my shoulder.

"Detention is over Mrs Moore" I whispered in her ear.

"You can't go now and leave me like this" sounded a frustrated Mrs Moore.

"Toad in the hole for tea, my favourite" I joked.

"You little shit" she hissed.

"Look at this way Mrs Moore, How often do I get into trouble at school and how many detentions do I get" I said.

With that I spun around and headed towards the door. Before exiting I turned to face Mrs Moore. Still with her tights around her ankles and her thong pulled to one side and a big red hand print on her ass cheek, she looked a lovely sight.

The sound of a Hoover brought me back to my senses. The cleaners were close by.

"Don't forget to turn the lights off Mrs Moore and see you in class ".



Tick Tock Ch. 02



As the days and weeks continued to pass I grew more accustomed to rural life. This was the way life was going to be from now on. So much slower than what I was used to , but so much nicer. The people I began to meet were so incredibly friendly. When Michael and I would go out and meet people in the stores they were always so cordial. 

One day while I was out working in the yard , I was approached by a woman who was walking down the gravel road. I put the small branches down that I just picked up and reached out to greet her.

"Hello, I am Colleen," I said as I reached out to shake this unknown woman's hand.

"Hi," I am Alexandria," the woman said as her hand slipped into Colleens for a hand shake. 

"Welcome to the neighborhood," Alexandria said as she chuckled while looking out across the vast open fields around them. "I live down around the corner in the big brick house."

"Thank you," I said as I stepped back to look at Alexandria better. 

She was cute. She was about my age. She had incredibly pretty dark cat like eyes. Her hair was dark, almost black, shiny, and perfectly strait that came down to about mid back. Her skin, was a light bronze color, from being out in the country sun. 

We made small talk in the yard until I invited her inside for a cold drink. As we walked toward the house I couldn't help but to notice that she had a cute butt. The shorts she was wearing looked cute on her and her booty had a cute wiggle to it as she walked. We walked in through the back door and went into the family room to sit down. I went and fixed us a couple of cold drinks before returning to the family room to sit down across from Alexandria. 

"Are you from around here," Alexandria asked as she gazed around the room at our wall decorations.

"Nope," I said, "We are from California."

"My husband got a promotion and a transfer to the bank in town. He is running the entire branch," I said as I took a sip of my soda.

"Have you lived here all of your life," I asked?

"I grew up about 20 minutes away from here. I fell in love with my high school sweetheart and we got married after he graduated from college. He now owns Dave's Steakhouse over by the bank where your husband works at," Alexandria said as she sipped on her drink and crossed her legs.

"I couldn't help notice how well toned her legs were. There was not a flaw on them. As she began to bounce her foot up and down I noticed the intricate detail of her ankles just above her shoe and sock. Her ankles were slender and you could see the Achilles tendon on the back side, an attribute that I wish I had. 

We made small talk for almost an hour. I noticed that the clock was about to strike four. Just then, the clock began to chime. 

"That is a magnificent grandfather clock," Alexandria said as she gazed at the clock. 

"It is interesting," I said as I thought about how it had been effecting me when I was alone but not when anyone else was around me. 

"It looks really old," Alexandria said as she shifted her gaze from the clock to me.

I wanted to tell her how the clock affected me. I wanted to tell her about how it heightened my sexual arousal. I wanted to tell her about how hard it made me cum but I didn't. I didn't want her to think I was strange so I dropped it. 

"What an interesting painting on it," Alexandria said. "It looks like one of those stereograms."

"What is a stereogram?" I asked as I glanced back over at the clock to look at the painting.

"It is a picture of many pictures. When you train your eyes to look at it three dimensionally you can see a hidden picture inside of it," Alexandria said as she stood up and carried her glass into the kitchen and set it on the counter. 

"Can you see anything inside of it?" I asked inquisitively as I was curious about it.

"Sorry, I can't seem to do it. My son has a picture book of them and I just can't seem to train my eyes correctly to look at it to see any images," Alexandria said as she reached in and gave me a quick hug. 

She smelled great as my face pressed up against her hair for a moment before we broke our embrace. We exchanged phone numbers and agreed that we would get together to hang out one night. We both took a step back before she reached for the door handle and pushed the door open. 

"It was nice meeting you," Alexandria said as she took a step down.

"I am sure we will be chatting again soon," I said as I looked at the phone number she wrote down. 

With that, she walked down the driveway and out of view. She seemed very nice and I needed to make new friends so I figured I would give it a day or two and I would call her and invite her over for lunch. 

I walked up to my bedroom and took a quick shower. The whole time I was wondering about what a stereogram was. I decided that tomorrow I would go to the library and do some research on it. Suddenly, I felt that feeling. 

I wrapped my plush royal blue towel around my damp body and walked out of my bedroom and down the hall. I descended the stairs and walked into the middle of the family room. I gazed at the clock and suddenly "BONG". As the clock continued to chime I stared into the painting. My nipples stiffened under the towel and my pussy began to throb. I could feel my juices begin to seep out and run down my legs. I reached up and squeezed my breasts as my towel dropped to the floor. The whole time I stared into the painting. My knees grew weak and my breathing grew heavier. By the time the clock chimed for the fifth and final time I nearly climaxed. 

When the last chime ended I suddenly realized that I was standing naked in the middle of the family room. I reached down and picked up my towel and ran back up to my bedroom as my husband was going to be home soon. My nipples were so incredibly hard that they felt like they were burning. I took a quick rinse off shower to wash away the flood of my own pussy juice. After drying off I needed to get dressed. 

I just wanted Mike to come home and fuck me. This was a recurring event and I was worried if Mike was going to start questioning me as to why I wanted to fuck so much. I was so horny and I knew we were going out to dinner tonight so I had to dress properly. I still wanted to feel sexy under my clothes so I reached into the back of my underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of black lacey boy shorts. 

I pulled them on and admired how my ass looked in them. Looking in the mirror I was shocked at how my swollen labia was visibly noticeable through the sheer material. I reached into the back of the drawer and pulled out the matching lace bra. I loved how this bra hugged my breasts and pulled them inward a bit causing me to have more cleavage than usual. What caught my attention more than ever were my nipples which pushed the thin see through material outward as if there was no material there at all. 

I stood there and admired myself in the mirror. This was pretty much the extent of my lingerie collection. I could not believe how hard and long my nipples were. I wanted to squeeze them and pull on them but I knew that would soak my only sexy pair of panties. I could feel they were already getting damp so I tried to concentrate on other stuff to take my mind off of what was happening to me. 

I walked over to my closet and took out my little black dress. The short sleeved dress had a semi plunging neckline and my cleavage was clearly visible. Along with my cleavage was the sight of my nipples poking against my dress. The hem came down to just above my knees. I reached into the small shoe box and took out my black strappy high heels. I stepped into them and they elevated me two inches. I never was a fan of heels,but tonight I loved them. I even wished they were higher.

I walked over to the dresser and made sure my makeup, hair and eye shadow were perfect. I dabbed on some perfume and again admired myself in the mirror. I loved what I saw.

I stood there looking a little slutty. All I wanted was for dinned to be over s I could come home and make love to Michael. As I walked down to the family room my husband walked in.

"Wow," Mike said, "You look incredible." 

"Thank you sweetie, now hurry up and take a shower so we can go eat, I am starving," I said as I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was five thirty five.

I knew if he didn't go shower right this minute we wouldn't get out of the house until the clock began to chime. I was afraid that I would lose all self control before he was finished showering so I ushered him up to the bedroom.

"Hurry up," I said as I turned around and walked back down to the family room.

I walked into the middle of the family room and turned my attention to the Antique clock. I stared into the painting trying to see if I could see anything. I stared and stared but nothing. 

"What is your secret," I said softly as I walked closer, never taking my eyes off of the intricate painting until I reached out and touched it. 

Slowly I knelt down on both knees. I reached our and placed both of my hands on the painting. I still felt completely normal as it was still sixteen minutes before the hour. As I continued to kneel and hold on to the clock I slowly lifted my head and looked up into it's face. 

"If this was my husband right now I would have his beautiful cock in my mouth." I thought to myself as I slowly stood back up. 

I slowly walked backward until I was in the middle of the room. I tried to stare into the picture to see if there was a hidden image in it. I saw nothing. I knew one thing for sure, I was going to the library tomorrow to research stereograms.

I turned and walked toward the stairs as I heard my husband coming down. He looked incredibly gorgeous as he was dressed casually in khakis and a polo shirt. His sandy brown hair was a mess but that was how I liked it. I could see the twinkle in his eyes as he admired me as he descended. He looked so good I wanted to jump him on the stairs. Glancing over at the clock I saw it was nine minutes till six. I just wanted to get out of the house before the clock began to control me.

"Let's go," I exclaimed cheerfully as I took his strong firm hand and led him across the kitchen and out the back door.

As I sat down in my husband's truck I crossed my legs. The hem of my dress barely covered me and I felt on fire. I loved how my shoes felt and how my legs looked. I just hoped that my husband liked them as well. As we drove and made small talk I began to bounce my leg a bit. The lace material of my panties felt incredible against my swollen labia. I had to stop bouncing my leg so I wouldn't flood my panties. I just wanted to eat dinner and go home an fuck.

Not wanting to soak my already damp panties I stopped bouncing my leg. I was on fire. My breasts ached to be touched and my nipples felt like they were going to explode. Mike and I exchanged quick glances and I was certain that he could see the lust all over my face. Finally, we pulled into the restaurant. 

Since Mike was Mike, I had to open my own door. I stepped onto the ground and I could immediately feel that my knees were shaky. It was comforting as my husband actually put his arm around me and walked me into the restaurant, almost like I was a trophy that he was showing off. 

Once inside the waiter came and quickly took us to our table. It was semi secluded away from the other tables but not too far away. 

"Is this table fine?" the tall dark haired waiter asked.

"Yes," I replied before Michael could and quickly sat down.

"This is Linochi's Spaghetti House," Mike said as he took a drink of water. "I hear from everyone at work that this place has the best Italian food in the county."

"Great, I am starving," I said softly, only in my mind I was starving for his cock to be inside of me.

As we sat there making small talk my mind again wandered to the conversation I had earlier with Alexandria regarding stereograms. I wanted to see if the antique clock really did have a stereogram painted on it and if it did, what would it reveal. 

The waiter came and took our order. Michael and I are very simple. We both ordered the basic spaghetti dinner. Since Mike's co workers recommended spaghetti that was what we ordered. Again my mind wandered back to what a stereogram was and how the clock was affecting me. Suddenly I was yanked back into reality when Mike reached across and squeezed my hand.

"I have to ask you something?" my husband said in a hushed voice as he leaned in closer to me.

I was taken by surprise as he gazed into my eyes. His eyes were the prettiest shade of blue and his tanned skin and rough five o'clock shadow looked magnificent. "What?" I asked as I squeezed his hand gently.

"I know it has been a challenging time with the move across the country and everything, I just want to make sure that you are alright since all of your friends are fifteen hundred miles away." Mike said as he peered into my eyes.

Taking my other hand I reached up and ran my fingers through his sandy blond hair. Just then, the waiter returned with a bottle of white wine. Mike let go of my hand and sat up in his chair as the waiter poured two glasses of wine. He set the bottle down and left us alone. 

I took the glass of wine and lifted it to my face. I inhaled and closed my eyes as I enjoyed the aroma. I brought the glass to my lips and proceeded to drink the entire glass.

"Is everything ok?" Mike asked as he took a sip from his goblet. 

"Yes," I said in a soft voice as I poured myself another glass of wine.

"Are you sure?" Michael asked with an inquisitive look on his face.

The first glass of wine was starting to hit me. I drank half of the second glass. I couldn't get my mind off of the stereogram painted on the front of the clock and I couldn't get my mind off of how the clock was controlling me and driving my crazy.

"Yes Mike, everything is fine," I said as I finished my second glass of wine.

"I just love you and miss you and I long for you to be home with me during the day," I said as I poured the last of the bottle into my wine glass. 

"Is it wrong of me to miss you so much and want to be with you?" I asked as I took another sip of wine.

"No," Mike said as he leaned in closer to me. "I just can't understand what has gotten into you lately. You have been overly affectionate these last few weeks. I am just trying to figure out where it is coming from," Mike said as he gazed into my eyes.

"I just get horny," I said as I started to giggle from the wine. 

"I love you so much and I just want to make love to you because I miss you," I said as I looked around to make sure nobody was listening in.

Mike had this look on his face as he knew I was feeling a little tipsy from the wine. I excused myself to go the restroom. I was feeling flush. I bent down and kissed my husband hard on the mouth until my tongue pushed past his lips and into his mouth. 

"I will be right back sweetie," I said as I turned and walked toward the restroom.

Luckily, I was the only one in the ladies room. I took a piss and washed my hands. I couldn't believe how buzzed I was. I paused to admire myself in the mirror. I glanced over at the clock on the wall and it was about two minutes before seven. Suddenly I felt it. It was the same feeling as when I am alone with the clock. My nipples stiffened and I felt flush. My breathing became ragged and my pussy began to tingle. 

I closed my eyes and reached under my dress. I cupped my mound and squeezed and in my head I began to hear "BONG, BONG, BONG," over and over again. I couldn't take it and I pulled my panties aside and pushed two fingers into my sopping wet cunt. I shuddered and my knees grew weak and I suddenly felt my pussy clinching around my fingers. Waves of spasming bliss overtook my body as I climaxed right in the middle of the restaurant's ladies room. 

After a few short moments I realized that I had to compose myself. I washed my hands and made sure my face wasn't red after the earth shattering orgasm I just had. Just then, an evil wicked grin flashed across my face. I reached under my dress and grabbed my boy shorts and began to slowly pull them down. It felt incredible as the lace material slid down my ass. I felt the wet material pull away from my crotch as I let them go. The cool rush of air against my burning bush felt incredible as my panties fell to the floor at my feet. I stepped out of them with one foot and lifted them up to me with the tip of my other shoe. 

Never in my life had I been so brazen. I was so turned on and all I wanted to do was fuck. God, I wish it was like one of those porno movies I watched years ago and three men would come in here and fuck the holy hell out of me right now. I quickly snapped back into reality as the door opened and another lady walked into the ladies room. Quickly I clenched my hand as my wet balled up panty was inside. I scurried past the lady making sure not to make eye contact for fear of being embarassed, in case she saw my underwear in my hand. As I made my way back to our table I felt incredibly naughty. 

"That took a while," my husband said as he watched me sit down.

I coyly smiled as I was still coming down from my high. The room was spinning slightly from the wine. Just as I was about to hand my husband my panties, the waiter arrived with our meals. It seemed like it took him an eternity to drop off two plates of food. Finally he was finished and he asked if he could get us anything else. Before Mike could answer I blurted out "no."

I watched the waiter walk away and I returned my attention to my husband. He looked at me and knew that something was going on.

"Are you OK?" Mike asked as he reached across to take my one hand that was on top of the table into his.

"Yes Michael, everything is fantastic," I said softly as I released my grip and let my panties go into his hand. 

Suddenly he had this look of shock and horror on his face when he realized what he was holding. He couldn't pull his eyes away from the black lace in his hand.

"You know," I said as I looked around our table to see how close the other patrons were to us.

"This tablecloth is long, why don't you slip under the table and...you know," I said as I stared deeply into his mesmerizing blue eyes.

"Colleen," Mike stammered, "that is what the bedroom is for when we get home."

I was pissed. Here I was begging him to do something to me, something different than the usual bedroom scene of me on my back with him on top of me for a few minutes.

"Come on Mike, it will be so much fun," I said as I downed the last of my wine.

"Don't you want to come down here and taste my appetizer," I said as I felt my pussy begin to leak.

I reached down and adjusted my dress so my bare ass was now sitting on the chair so I wouldn't leave a wet spot on my dress. Just the thought of my nakedness like this in public was sending me to a new high. The hem of my dress kept everything else covered. 

"Colleen, that's enough," Mike said as he pulled his hand back and put my underwear on his lap and out of view. 

"What the hell has gotten into you? This is what I am talking about. Every day you have been different. This is not the same Colleen I knew and married. Is there something going on I need to know about?" Mike asked as he began to eat his entrée.

"No Mike, I just want to have fun with you," I replied as I began to eat my dinner as I realized that my pussy was not going to get eaten.

Not another word was said until we finished our dinner. I tried to talk to him but he wouldn't respond. When we were finished Mike paid the bill. He placed a twenty dollar tip on the table. 

"Can I have my underwear back?" I said softly as I held out my hand.

Mike looked around nervously before handing me the balled up piece of lace. "Go put these back on," he said as he turned to walk away.




Tick Tock Ch. 02



An evil grin once again flashed across my face as I took my panties from him. I could feel the cold wetness still in them as I watched my husband walk toward the exit. Feeling exceptionally naughty I turned and tossed them on the table along with the tip that Mike left. I walked quickly to catch up with him. As Mike was about to say something, I took his hand and pulled him toward the door and then out of the restaurant. 

The entire trip home was silent. I could tell Mike was upset but I didn't understand why. Here I was, all vulnerable and lonely and ready to make love to him and he didn't seem interested. I wanted to say something but I was afraid to because I didn't want him to become any more upset. 

My mind began to wander back to the antique grandfather clock and the conversation I had earlier with Alexandria regarding stereograms. I needed to figure out what was happening to me because it was all related to the clock. Just then, my husband spoke.

"Did you have an affair?" Mike asked as we drove down the gravel road toward our home.

Suddenly I had a lump in my throat. I couldn't believe he was asking me such a question. Before I could respond, he spoke again, only this time in a louder tone.

"God Damnit Colleen were you fucking someone back home?" Mike shouted out as he turned his attention back to the road. "Because it seems like you have become awfully promiscuous lately and the only thing I can think of is that there was someone else fucking you and now they are not so that is why you have been so slutty lately."

"Michael, how long have we known each other?" I asked as I shifted myself in my seat, becoming visibly upset because my husband was accusing me of infidelity.

"There has never been anyone else in my life. You know I was a virgin when we met and you are the only man I have ever been with," I said as my heart raced faster because I was so taken aback from the conversation.

"It just seems really, really strange that we go from fucking once or twice a week to every single night anymore. Christ, sometimes you seem to want it more than once." Mike said as he turned into our driveway. 

"Baby," I said as I shifted myself toward him. "I love you. I just miss you and I just want to be close to you," I said as Mike opened up the door to get out.

I opened my door and walked around to the front of the truck. The rush of cool evening air under my dress felt magnificent against my swollen pussy. I grabbed his hand and stood directly in front of him. I wrapped my arms around him and stood on my toes as I reached up to kiss him. We shared a tender kiss that seemed to linger for an eternity. My nipples began to stiffen and my pussy began to throb as I brazenly pushed my tongue into his mouth.

Just then, I could hear "BONG," from inside of the house. I kissed him harder before slowly reaching down to feel the bulge that was growing in his pants. I was on fire and I needed my husband to take me. Without hesitation I turned to face his truck, lifting up my dress and exposing my nakedness to him. Looking back over my shoulder I had an evil almost possessed grin on my face as I softly uttered "Fuck me."

"Jesus Christ Colleen we are in the fucking driveway," Mike said in a hushed tone as he reached out and pulled my dress back down.

"What if the neighbors see us," Mike said as he turned and walked toward the door. 

"Neighbors? Neighbors I called out, what neighbors," I said as I looked around us. "All I see are open fields.

I walked up to the house as my husband already entered. To me it was just another disappointing night. It was going to be the same old thing. A quickie and then off to sleep. 

"And another thing," Mike said as he turned a lamp on in the family room. "What would possess you to take your panties off in the restaurant like that and hand them to me?"

"I'm just trying to spice things up a little bit," I said as I walked over to him and sat down on the sofa next to where he was standing.

"Wouldn't it be fun to do something different besides making love the same old way every time? Don't you want to be adventurous and do something different?" I said as I glance up at the face of the grandfather clock.

Mike took my hand and pulled me up to my feet. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me with passion that I never knew he had. His tongue caressed mine as I traced the outline of his soft lips with my tongue. I let out a soft moan as he pulled the material of my dress off of my shoulders. I felt him step back some to allow my dress to fall freely to the floor. Again Mike kissed me deeply as he reached behind me and unclasped my bra, allowing my breasts to hang freely. The cool rush of air across my already hard nipples sent shivers down my spine. He tossed my bra on the floor next to my dress. Before I knew what happened, Michael swooped me off of my feet and began to carry me up the stairs.

As my husband carried me I glanced back at the face of the grandfather clock. My gaze lingered, almost as if I couldn't pull my eyes away from it, until Mike carried me out of its view. I kissed my husband hard as he carried me down the hallway toward our room. Before I knew what happened, Mike set me down on our king sized bed.

I just leaned back on my elbows with my feet hanging off of the edge of the bed as I watched my husband begin to undress. First he removed his shirt and then his trousers. I could see his erection pushing his underwear outward. Then he removed his socks before standing up to remove his briefs. 

I leaned up to a sitting position on the edge of the bed as his six inch cock stood strait out. I reached out to my husband and placed my hands on his hips and pulled him closer. I could see the shiny drop of pre cum oozing out of the tip as I slowly lowered my face toward him. My own pussy began to gush as my husbands cock was mere inches from my mouth. Looking up into my husband's eyes I uttered "I love you," as I felt the head of his member touch my lips.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. I closed my lips and began to suck gently as I felt every contour of his cock against my tongue as I began to bob my head up and down. I could hear Mike groan as I knew he was enjoying what I was doing. Now, only if I could get him to go down on me the same way I thought to myself as I continued to slide my mouth up and down his stiff cock.

I could taste his pre cum as I continued to give him head. My husband placed his hands in my hair and he held my head as he began to rock his hips while he fucked my face. I loved the taste of his cum even though he only came in my mouth once since I knew him. I would always wipe up his spunk off of my body after he climaxed and taste it. My husband can only cum once and I was in desperate need of a good fuck so tonight was not the night for him to climax in my mouth. With that, I pulled off of his saliva laden member and crawled up in the bed, motioning him to follow me. 

As I practically begged for him to do something to me I positioned myself on all fours. I trembled with anticipation as I wanted so badly to be fucked from behind. I felt my husband's hands on my hips momentarily until I felt something else. Looking down, Mike positioned himself on his back under me. He lifted his head and pressed his mouth against my hairy pussy. Instantly, my pussy began to leak on his face. 

"Ughhh," I moaned out as I felt his tongue slide deeply into my cunt.

It felt incredible. This was almost taboo for us. Since I was so aroused I felt my orgasm build. Finally my husband was being creative. His tongue grazed my erect clitoris causing me to gasp. I was going to cum any moment and then suddenly Mike stopped.

Again I felt his hands on my hips. He pulled me down and spun me around on my back. All I could think was "Oh God, the same old thing. Mike lifted my legs and pulled my shoes off of my feet. He tossed them aside and then leaned over me. With his cock pointing at my cunt I reached out to his ass and pulled him inside of me.

As soon as Michael began to hump me I began to climax. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. My pussy clinched over and over as my toes remained in a curled state. I couldn't ever remember being this horny in my life. I had one climax after another. Finally, I settled into a great rhythm. I wanted to fuck until I had an earth shattering orgasm. Mike kept pounding me like there was no tomorrow. I could feel it deep down inside in the pit of my stomach. Suddenly I began having visions of the grandfather clock. I could feel my climax begin to build. My toes tingled and my breathing turned into a pant. Just then, my husband pulled out and began to cum. 

"Damn it," I thought to myself as he finished too soon. 

Spurt after spurt of his spunk landed on my tits and stomach. I watched in disappointment as his member rapidly deflated. He collapsed on top of me. His sweaty skin felt incredible as I still wanted more, needed more. Finally, Mike rolled over and off the bed and walked into the shower.

A tear trickled down my cheek. It was the same old routine. I needed to cum again but Mike couldn't last long enough. My thoughts returned to the grandfather clock and the painting on the front of it.

"What was it about the clock that controlled me? Why was it only happening to me?" I thought as another tear trickled out of the corner of my eye. 

As I lay there, my attention once again returned to the conversation I had earlier with Alexandria regarding stereograms. I couldn't wait until tomorrow morning so I could rush to the library as soon as Michael left for work. I needed to figure out why this was happening to me. I needed to know what was happening. I knew one thing for sure, the effects of the clock were growing stronger, almost as if it was calling out to me. It was as if while the clock chimes, I am losing control of myself, loosing my ability so sort out real from fake and what is and what isn't. Finally, Michael returned from the shower in his pajamas and ready to sleep.

I jumped off of the bed, my juices running down my legs and my husbands cum running down my stomach. Michael leaned down and kissed me. He smiled and said "I love you."

"Was that more of the wild side you wanted to see from me?" Mike asked as he jumped onto the bed and pulled the covers up over him. 

"Yeah, I guess," I stammered as I walked slowly into the bathroom, rolling my eyes while closing the door behind me.

As the door closed, I leaned back against it, looking up at the ceiling. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about how greatly those comments hurt. "Are you serious," I thought to myself. "Licking my pussy from underneath is supposed to be a wild side," I thought as I slowly pulled myself away from the door and turned on the shower. 

I just stood for the longest time under the stream of warm water replaying the events of the evening in my mind. I finally snapped out of it when the water began to run cool. I quickly soaped up and rinsed of as the water was now cold. I toweled off and stepped out of the shower, reaching for my plush white robe. I gazed into the mirror at my wet hair as a shiver went down my spine. 

I reached out and turned off the light in the bathroom before slowly opening the door to the bedroom. I could hear my husband snoring lightly as I made my way through the darkness. I removed my robe and dropped it at the edge of the bed. I quietly slipped under the covers before I rolled onto my side and kissed him softly on the cheek. "I love you too," I whispered as I shifted myself onto my back. 

My thoughts returned to the clock and stereograms. I needed to find out what was happening to me. Ever so slowly I began to drift off to sleep. 

After dozing off, I woke back up. This time it was different. My nipples stiffened and my pussy began to tingle. I turned my head and looked at the clock as I reached up and squeezed my breasts. It was eleven fifty four. I rolled my nipples between my fingers as my breathing grew deeper. I let one hand reach down to my pussy and I was soaking wet. Looking back at the clock it was now eleven fifty five. I stopped touching myself and closed my eyes, trying to forget what was happening and fall back asleep. As I lay there, my breathing deepened to a light pant. I felt my pussy juice drip down over my asshole and onto the bed sheet beneath me. "Why?" I thought to myself.

I glanced over at the clock again and it was now eleven fifty six. "Pleas stop," I thought to myself as I panted even heavier. I glanced at my husband who was still fast asleep. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to fall back asleep but I slowly pushed the covers down, exposing my naked body to the cool night air. It was like I was being pulled out of bed as I slowly slipped one leg off of the edge of the bed and then the second. My feet were on the floor as I slowly sat up. Every nerve in my body was tingling and I was on fire. 

Looking at the clock it was now eleven fifty seven. I tried to lay back down but instead I rose from the bed and stood up. "What was happening?" I thought as near panic began to set in. It was as if a force was guiding me, pulling me away from the bed I shared with my husband. I bent down and picked up my robe. I could feel my juices running down my legs as I slipped the cotton material over my shoulders. I wrapped the robe around me and held it tightly. 

I glanced back at Michael as I wanted this to stop. I just wanted to climb back in bed and sleep. Just then, I slowly began to walk out of the bedroom and down the hallway. It was as if I were in a trance. My body kept moving, walking ever so slowly, even as I so desperately tried to turn and run back to my bedroom. I tried to call out to my husband. I could hear my cries for help, my screams of desperation, only to have no words escape my mouth. 

My heart began to pound as my foot landed on the first step, then the second. Slowly I made my way down the stairs until there were no more steps. I felt light headed, faint almost, as I slowly walked into the center of the family room. I tried to keep my eyes focused on the floor, only to have what felt like fingers under my chin slowly raising my face. 

As my arms slowly fell to my sides my robe opened. I felt a rush like no other as my flesh felt the chilly air. My breasts ached and my pussy throbbed as I looked deeply into the painting on the clock. It was like the clock was making me look into it. I was frightened as I felt as though I had no control of my own body any longer. As I gazed into the unique painting it appeared as if it was swirling. Juices were running down the insides of my thighs and I felt a huge orgasm begin to well up from the pit of my stomach. My knees grew weak as I was slowly guided closer to the grandfather clock. As I moved closer, my eyes never left the painting. 

My robe fell from my shoulders and down to the floor as I continued to slowly move toward the clock. I was completely naked as my arms slowly lifted from my sides. This force that was controlling me placed my hands on the edges of the clock. I felt pressure from above and I slowly began to kneel.

"Oh my god," I thought to myself as my knees touched the carpet beneath me. 

My nipples were as taut as they had ever been. My pussy was dripping onto the floor below. I gazed into the painting so desperately to see something, anything. Suddenly it felt strange. I felt wind against my body. My hair began to blow. What was happening to me I wondered.

Just then, "BONG," it was midnight. The feel of the rushing wind intensified. I stared into the painting as I held myself steady against the clock. ""BONG," I suddenly felt something incredible. It felt like there was a cock pushing into me from behind. My pussy began to clinch as I was on the verge of an earth shattering orgasm. Again "BONG," and again my pussy clinched around what felt like an enormous cock sliding in and out. 

With each and every "BONG," it was like the cock pushed back deep inside of me. Suddenly I lost all control. I began to cum. I shook violently as every nerve in my body was on fire, almost like I was being electrocuted. My pussy clenched over and over as I had this feeling like I was being fucked like I had never been fucked before. As the clock continued to chime I continued to cum. I swear it looked like the paint was now swirling. It was mesmerizing. 

Finally, the clock stopped chiming. The wind that rushed against my body was gone and the delicious feeling of a large cock in my cunt was gone. As I continued to kneel before the clock I continued to shake. My hands slowly slid down the wooden structure to my sides. I had just enough strength to catch myself as I collapsed at the base of the grandfather clock and fell asleep. 

Suddenly the clock chimed one time, waking me from a sound sleep. Realizing that I passed out on the floor I pulled myself up and grabbed my robe. "What the fuck just happened to me?" I asked myself as I pulled my robe on and picked up my dress and bra that had been laying there from earlier in the evening. On weak knees I climbed up the stairs and went to the bedroom. I slipped into bed and noticed that Mike had not even moved since he fell asleep. I dropped my robe next to the bed and laid down, covering my naked body with the blanket.

I just lay there thinking about what was happening. I needed to figure this out and figure out why this was only happening to me. I knew I had to get a book on stereograms and I had to investigate this clock. I decided that tomorrow I was going to try to open the sides of the clock to see if I could find anything that could be causing this. Even though this was terrifying, I have never felt anything remotely as erotic as this.

To be continued...

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Tick Tock Ch. 03



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I woke up from a sound sleep, noticing that there was a lot of light shining through the windows of our bedroom. I rolled over and focused on the digital alarm clock to see what time it was. "Holy shit!" I mumbled as I threw off my blanket. "How can it be 10:15 already?" I thought to myself, running into the restroom and then into the shower.

As I washed myself I couldn't help but replay the events of last night over and over in my head. "What the hell was happening to me?" I asked myself as the cool water washed away the body wash residue. My nipples stiffened and my pussy was flushed with a delicious ache as I thought about how hard the grandfather clock had made me cum. 

I pulled my thoughts and myself from the shower and quickly dried off. I had a mission and today I was going to the library to learn what I could about stereograms. I reached into my underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of pink panties and an old sports bra. I threw on an old pair of jeans and an old faded pink tee shirt that was two sizes too large, which was good because my nipples were still hard and I was going into a public library. I put on a matching pair of pink socks and raced down to the kitchen. 

I quickly ate breakfast, keeping an eye on the clock the whole time. It was twenty minutes until eleven and I wanted to get out of the house before the clock began to chime. I tossed my bowl and spoon into the sink and grabbed my purse before racing out of the house. 

"Hey Colleen," I heard as I whirled around to see who just startled me.

"Hey," I said as I realized that it was my neighbor Alexandria. 

"Did I catch you at the wrong time?" she asked as I stopped to talk for a moment.

"No not at all. I was just going down to the public library to look for a book," I said as I scanned her from top to bottom, noticing that she was such a simple girl. 

"Wanna go with me?" I asked as I slowly walked toward the car.

"Sure," Alexandria said as she walked with me to the passenger side of my Chevy Camaro.

"Let me guess, you are going to the library to get a book about stereograms?" Alexandria said as she buckled her seatbelt while I started my car.

"Well, um, yes, you have my curiosity getting the best of me." I said as I backed down the driveway and took off down the gravel road. 

"Here then," Alexandria said as she handed me a small hardcover book.

"What's that?" I asked as I turned the corner and drove past Alexandria's house. 

"This is my son's book of stereograms," she said as she adjusted the air conditioning vents. "I could never see anything in them, but maybe you can."

"Thank you." I said as I watched her set the book down on the seat between us

I wanted to tell her so badly what was happening but I couldn't, at least not yet. We really didn't say much else as we pulled into the library parking lot. We walked inside and up to the counter. I gave the lady my driver's license and told her I wanted a library card. After a few minutes I had my card and off we went, into the aisles of books in search of stereograms. We made quiet chit chat as we looked for the books we wanted, until finally we broke down and asked for help. 

"Ma'am, can you show us where there are books about stereograms?" Alexandria asked as she nodded her head to make her beautiful hair move back over her shoulder.

"Follow me," The elderly librarian said as she led us clear across the library.

Alexandria and I shared a quick glance as we neared the children's section. She stopped and looked up and down the shelves. She reached up and pointed to some books that were isolated and by themselves.

"Right here," She said in a deep husky voice. "Can I help you with anything else?" She said softly with a raspy voice.

"No, this is what we were looking for," I said as she turned to walk away. Alexandria reached up for a book. I watched the old lady turn and walk out of view, before turning to face Alexandria and the bookshelf. "God, isn't she a little creepy?" I asked as I too reached up for a book.

"See what we have to look forward to when we get older?" Alexandria said with a giggle.

"Not a chance." I said as I opened the book to pictures of strange patterns. 

I took all seven of the books along with the one Alexandria had in her hands. We walked around the library so I could get a feel for the place before checking out. We walked out of the library and got back in my car.

"Let's go to lunch, my treat." Alexandria said as I pulled out of the parking lot and sped off. 

"Sure," I said, "Where do you want to go?" I asked as I was kind of hungry. 

"Pull in here." Alexandria said, pointing to a small café.

"What is this place?" I asked as I pulled up to the front of the building and parked along side of about a dozen other cars.

"This is Rainbow restaurant," Alexandria said, opening her door as soon as I put the car in park. "They have the best burgers in the county called Rainbow Burgers." She said as she led me into the old rundown building.

Once inside we were greeted by a waitress who led us to a table in the corner. There were four or five other tables with patrons eating lunch, and we patiently made chit chat while awaiting our drinks. The waitress set our beverages down and promptly left.

"I have to ask you Colleen, how do you like your new house?" Alexandria asked, before wrapping her full lips around the straw and taking a sip.

"It's okay," I said as I took a sip of my own drink. "It's just a matter of getting used to living out in the country."

"Have you noticed anything different, or perhaps odd, about your new house?" she asked, putting her elbows on the table.

"No, I can't say I have," I said as I stared into her cat shaped eyes.

"Well," Alexandria said, pausing while the waitress delivered us our food. "Did you do any research on your house?" She took a bite from her sandwich, her eyes never leaving mine.

"No, why?" I asked as I began to eat. "Why would I?" I asked.

There was a long pause. I was curious as to why she was asking me all of these questions. "Why would I do research on our house?" I thought to myself as Alexandria put her sandwich down. 

"We have heard for decades around here about your house. Everyone believes it is haunted," Alexandria said before taking a drink from her soda.

Immediately I thought about the grandfather clock and how it was affecting me. I wanted to tell her so badly what was happening but I couldn't. It wasn't like I really knew her. It was quiet for a few moments before Alexandria spoke again.

"Everyone that has ever moved into that house has always moved out quickly. When I went into your house the other day, that was my first time inside. That house has been vacant more than there have been people in it." Alexandria said as she finished her sandwich.

"I think everything will be fine." I said as I finished my lunch and moved my plate aside.

"I hope so" Alexandria said as she slid to the end of her seat. "People have said that previous owners heard voices in the middle of the night, people screaming, and it was even reported about a hundred years ago that one of the owners just vanished and was never found."

Alexandria paid and left the tip while I walked out to my car. I sat down and glanced at one of the library books. Alexandria hopped into the car, and I too buckled up and drove off. The whole way home I couldn't stop thinking about what she was telling me. I knew one thing for sure, she was right, something was happening inside of that house.

I pulled up in front of Alexandria's house and dropped her off. We said our goodbyes and she walked up the driveway to her home. The second she was gone, I hit the gas and sped around the corner, down the road to my house.

I parked the car, grabbed all of the books, and quickly made my way into the house. As soon as I entered the house, my nipples stiffened and my pussy began to throb. The door slammed shut behind me and I looked across the family room at the clock. 

It was happening again. It was two minutes until two. I set the books down on the island and kicked my shoes off. I walked into the middle of the family room and paused for a moment. My eyes were glued to the face of the clock. My breathing grew heavier and my knees began to grow weaker. Slowly I walked toward the clock. My gaze drifted down to the painting. I paused for a moment before slowly dropping to my knees. I placed my hands on the corners of the clock as I gazed deeply into the painting. Just then, "BONG."

I gasped as I suddenly felt every nerve in my body begin to tingle. My pussy began to clinch over and over as I suddenly climaxed. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as I tried to stare into the painting. "BONG," Just as fast as it started, it ended. 

Slowly I stood up as I caught my breath. My knees shook as I began to step backward. When I got to the middle of the room I paused and just stared into the painting. I knew she was right and now I was scared. What was happening here? Why was it affecting me and not Mike, or was it affecting him too? What was going to happen?" I wondered as I reached down and squeezed my pussy right through my jeans. 

Suddenly I looked down in shock. The entire crotch area of my jeans was soaked, almost as though I peed myself. "Oh my god," I thought as quickly began to pull off my wet pants. I kicked my jeans aside and pulled my drenched panties off. I couldn't believe how soaked they were. I ran up stairs to throw my clothes in the washer. I decided that since the bottom half was undressed I might as well undress the top half. I tossed my clothes into the washer then walked to my room to get my robe.

Quickly I went back down to the family room to look at the books from the library. I walked over to the sofa and sat down, pulling my feet up and tucking them under my robe. I leafed through the first book before turning to the beginning. I read the directions which were quite simple, 'look into the center of the picture as though you are looking past it.' I turned to a page that had a stereogram on it and I tried to focus my eyes and look past it but I saw nothing. I tried another page with no results. Page after page and book after book I still was not able to see anything. Finally I felt my eyes begin to grow tired so I put the book down. 

I got up off of the sofa and walked over to the grandfather clock. I reached out and lightly slid my fingers over the painting, noticing how the paint was textured. I lightly knocked on the wood. I could tell it was well built as there was a solid sound from my knocking. I could see on the opposite side there was an access panel that opened like a small door. There was a tiny bronze latch that held it closed. I reached up and tried to open the latch but it was stuck. I pushed harder and harder without it budging. I stopped because I didn't want to break it. I walked over to the kitchen sink and opened the door underneath. I grabbed the small can of penetrating lubricant and a paper towel before returning to the side of the clock.

"Let's see what makes you tick," I said to myself softly as I squirted a small bit of lubricant onto the latch. 

I began to push and pull on the tiny latch. I could feel it begin to move a little. I sprayed another drop of lubricant on the latch and let it sit for a minute. I also sprayed a small amount of lubricant on the two small hinges. I wiped up the excess with the paper towel. After a few minutes I tried the latch. After two or three tries, it freed itself and the latch opened.

I felt my heart begin to race. I looked around at the front of the clock and noticed that it was twenty till three. As I pulled on the door to open it, the hinges were still frozen. I sprayed another bit of penetrating lubricant on them and wiped up the excess. This was driving me crazy as I wanted to open this door to see if I could find any clues as to why this clock was affecting me like this. I began to pull gently on the door, working it back and forth. After several minutes of working the door, the hinges became unstuck. 

My heart was racing as I slowly opened the door. Suddenly there was a chill in the air. I could feel the wind blowing against my face just like it blew last night. The farther I opened the door the more intense the wind became and the chillier the air felt. It was as if the clock was trying to keep me from opening the door. Finally, the door was opened all the way and I peered inside.

It was dark. I walked back to the kitchen and opened one of the drawers that had a bunch of junk in it and retrieved a flashlight. I returned to the clock and turned the light on. As I looked inside I noticed that the wind had stopped and the temperature returned to normal. I could see all of the gears as they moved ever so slowly. There was an old service manual tucked inside so I pulled it out.

I turned the flashlight off and took the manual over to the sofa. I sat down and opened the manual. The manufacturer was SVSG Clock Company. When I looked farther down the page I saw that this clock was built in 1821. I carefully turned the brittle pages being careful so they would not tear. When I looked at the pages that the service technicians were supposed to fill out, they were empty. 

As I continued to carefully leaf through the old manual I came to a page that had writing on it. It was in pencil and it was faded but I was still able to read it. Suddenly I gasped at what I was reading.

"Beware! Whoever finds this note must heed my warning. Destroy this clock if you get the chance. This clock is ruining my life. It will ruin yours as well. I need help but everyone thinks I am crazy. This clock is possessed. This clock is controlling me and I cannot stop it. It has made me do unthinkable things. I have lost my husband and my family as everyone has left and will have nothing to do with me. I myself have tried to destroy it. I tried to burn it but it won't burn. I beat it with a hammer but it has no affect. I even tried cutting it with a saw but it does nothing. I tried to paint over the painting but it doesn't help. I don't know how it operates, it just does. If this clock is affecting you then you must move far away while you still can. For God's sake stay out of the clock or you will be doomed. I made the mistake of entering and now I am doomed. Don't be lured into it or you will never be the same. When the clock is calling you, look away. Whatever you do, don't look into the painting as the clock chimes or it will ruin your life forever." 

My heart was racing. I had to squint to read the name of the lady that signed her name to the note. Through the smudge marks I made out her name. It was Marcinda Stevens. I gasped when I saw that it was dated July 17th, 1913.

I sat there reading the note over and over wondering what happened to Marcinda and how the clock affected her. What did she mean by 'stay out of the clock?' I wondered. Just then, I looked up at the clock and it was two minutes until three. 

It was as if I was being pulled up off of the sofa. I set the manual down and slowly walked to the center of the room. Again it was as if something was pushing me down as I dropped to my knees. My nipples stiffened and my pussy began to throb. I looked away only to have what felt like a hand guide my face back to face the clock. I stared into the painting like the library book said trying to see something, anything. Slowly, I began to crawl toward the clock, placing my hands on its sides and staring into the painting. 

I began to feel really weird. This was different. As I stared into the painting it was as if the painting was swirling in circles. I felt like something had entered my mind. I felt the wind begin to blow against me and the air grew chilly. The wind blew so hard that my robe opened and blew back, exposing me completely to the clock. I was scared and wanted to run away but I couldn't move. "BONG."

Three times the clock chimed and each time it did I heard this deep voice say "come to me." I slowly leaned back and stood up. I felt different this time as I did not cum. I wrapped my robe around me and returned to the sofa. A tear trickled down my cheek as I began to lightly sob. I suddenly felt so down, almost like I just lost a loved one. What scared me more than anything was the voice I heard as the clock was chiming. Whose voice was it and where did it come from?

Slowly I sat back on the sofa. Even though I was scared I was disappointed that I didn't cum from the chiming of the clock. Looking down my pussy was gaping as my lips were swollen. I wanted to cum so I reached down to touch myself and suddenly I jumped as it felt like a warm hand was pushing my hand away so I couldn't touch myself. 

"Oh my God, What the fuck," I said out loud as I stood up and wrapped my robe around me tightly and sat back down on the sofa. 

I was now beyond scared, I was terrified. With trembling hands I reached down and picked up the service manual to read that letter over again. I sat there reading the letter over and over. Everything that Marcinda described was happening to me too. I set the manual down and picked up my phone.

My hands were shaking and I felt this uneasy nervousness. I googled SVSG Clock Company but found nothing. It was as though the company never existed. 

I sat my phone down and picked up another of the library books. I opened it and flipped through the pages until I came to a page in the middle that was composed of green squares. I told myself I had to do this. I focused my eyes in the middle of the page like the instructions said to do. I began to focus my eyes as though I was looking past the picture. My eyes began to feel weird. Suddenly I saw it! My heart skipped a beat as I finally did it. It was incredible. I could see trees inside of the picture. I didn't want to stop looking at it but I wanted to see if I could do it again. I looked away and then back at the page. Again I focused my eyes and tried to look through the picture. There it was. I did it. I turned the page and tried again. Page after page I saw the hidden images. 

I jumped off of the sofa and stood in front of the clock. I focused my eyes on the painting and tried to look past it. I tried and tried but to no avail. A little disappointed, I sat back down. I read the message one more time before quickly getting up to replace it and to close the access door on the clock. 

I sat back down on the sofa. It was nearing four o'clock. The warning from the note was to not look into the painting when the clock chimes. I was scared and nervous. I needed to try at four. I needed to see if I could see something in the painting. I looked again at a page in one of the books and was quickly able to see the image. Not wanting to tire my eyes I decided to rest my eyes until the clock began to chime. 

I sat nervously and patiently on the sofa. The minutes seemed to take hours. I saw that I had a text on my phone. It was from my husband. "Hey Babe, I will be home shortly and I will bring home carryout."

With shaky hands and trembling fingers I texted back "OK,"

I set my phone down and got up off of the sofa and began to pace. The last time I was this nervous was on my wedding day. I kept glancing up at the clock until finally about two minutes until four I felt it begin to happen.

It was like I was in a trance as I slowly walked to the center of the room. It was incredibly weird as it felt like I was being guided into position until I reached the center of the room. Ever so slowly I pulled the tie on my robe until it was free. I slipped out of my robe and stood naked as I tossed my robe onto the sofa. Again I felt as if someone was pushing down on my head until I dropped to my knees. 




Tick Tock Ch. 03



I began to focus on the painting. I stared into it trying to look past it but saw nothing. The note said not to look into it when it was chiming. As I gazed into the painting my nipples stiffened and my pussy began to throb. I could feel my juices begin to seep out from my inner folds and trickle down my inner thighs. Just then, "BONG."

Suddenly I began to see something in the picture as the breeze from the clock began to blow in my face. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It looked like a room with a bedroom set in it. As I was concentrating on the picture I slowly began to crawl toward the clock. I could hear the clock chiming in the background. I became startled when suddenly a door opened in the room that I was looking at. Incredibly I was looking at a woman who walked in and stood in the middle of the room. It was like she was looking at me. She lifted her arm and held out her hand like she wanted me to do the same. Just then, I heard the fourth chime and I couldn't see anything in the picture anymore. 

Slowly I stood up and walked back to the sofa, never taking my eyes off of the painting. I slipped my robe back on and sat down. I felt terrified as I tried to process what just happened. As the minutes went by my breathing finally began to slow. Again I reached down to touch myself as I was incredibly horny but I couldn't. It was as if there was this force that would stop me. I just wanted Michael to get home so he could fuck the hell out of me because I needed it badly. It was as if this clock was torturing me all day and I needed a release. 

I got up off of the couch and I went and sat on the back porch. It was cool and the slight breeze felt incredible against my skin which felt like it was on fire. I could feel the stickiness on my inner thighs as crossed my legs. The breeze felt wonderful as it blew against my pussy as the way I was sitting exposed me to the wind. 

I just sat there staring out into the open field behind our house. I replayed the events that just unfolded over and over again in my head. "Who was that lady?" I asked myself as I closed my eyes to relax. 

I became startled as a gust of wind awakened me. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep on the porch. It was happening again. My nipples stiffened and my pussy began to throb. Slowly I uncrossed my legs and stood up. I walked back into the house and into the family room. It was just before five. Again, I felt this force pushing me down. My already open robe fell from my shoulders and landed on the floor behind me. I focused my eyes on the painting and tried to look through it. Just then, "BONG."

Again the vision of the room appeared. Again I saw the door open and the same lady entered. I felt the chilly breeze blowing against me as I focused on the picture. She lifted her hand as if she was offering it to me. I could hear another "BONG" in the background. Slowly I began to crawl closer to the clock, never losing focus on the painting. I tried to see what she looked like but I couldn't tell, as the entire vision was composed of sparkles. I watched her step closer as she continued to reach out to me. As I continued to look at her, the vision quickly disappeared as the clock chimed for the fifth and final time.

I slowly stood up and walked back to my robe. My mind was whirling a mile a minute. I needed to find out what was happening to me. I needed to find out why this was happening. I knew one thing for certain, my husband would be home soon and I needed to fuck. 

I quickly scurried up to my room and showered. I dressed in old clothes, opting to not wear a bra. Playing it safe, I used a maxi pad in case the clock caused me to flood myself again. I went down to the kitchen just as Michael walked in with a bag of take out.

"Hey, Honey," I said as I walked up to Mike and kissed him softly on the lips. 

"Wow, usually you jump into my arms and try to rip my clothes off as soon as I walk in the door," Mike said ,sitting the bag of food down on the dining room table.

"That's because I am starving," I said as I grabbed silverware and plates from the cupboards.

Little did he know I was planning on ripping those clothes off of him just as soon as we finished eating. I grabbed us a couple of cold sodas from the fridge and together we sat down. 

"I hope you were in the mood for pepper steak," Mike said as he handed me two containers while he kept two for himself.

"You know that is my favorite thing to order from the Chinese restaurant," I said as I began to devour my food.

Hardly a word was spoken while we ate. Even though I was silent, my mind was racing. As terrifying as it was, it was incredibly exciting. Whatever this antique grandfather clock was doing, was triggering a flood of emotions like I had never experienced before. As we ate, I kept my eye on the time. 

As we finished, it was nearing six o'clock. I began to wonder when it was going to start happening. I sat still in my chair, nursing the last of my soda. I remember Mike saying something as I waited for my pussy to begin to throb and for my nipples to begin to burn. It was now a minute before six and it still didn't start. Just then, "BONG."

I gazed into the painting and saw the room. With each passing chime the door never opened. The lady never appeared in the room. Finally the clock stopped chiming. I glanced over at my husband as he sat there with his hands against his head, rubbing his temples.

"Are you alright?" I asked as I got up and walked over to him.

"Yeah, I think so, all of a sudden I got a terrible headache," Mike said as he stood up and began to clear the table.

"Are you sure?" I asked as I helped clean up the mess.

"Yeah, it was weird, as soon as the clock began to chime it felt like I was going to get a migraine," Mike said as he tossed his empty soda can into the trash.

"I have an idea," Mike said as he turned and grabbed his keys. "Lets go catch a movie."

"Seriously?" I said as I just wanted to go upstairs to fuck.

"Yeah, that new movie you wanted to see is playing at six forty five," Mike said as he pulled his keys from his pocket.

I followed him out to the car figuring I could always have sex later. He was correct, I did want to see that new movie that they had been advertising the heck out of. I got into the car and off to the movie theater we went. 

It was like we were dating . Mike paid for the tickets and we bought a popcorn and soda to share. We walked into the theater and climbed all the way up to the top and sat in the back row. No sooner than when we sat down the movie started. 

As we ate popcorn and watched the previews my mind wandered back to what was happening to me. What I was experiencing was just like the letter in the service manual described. If I did tell anyone about it they wouldn't believe me. Glancing up at my husband I saw he was still caressing his temples. The movie started so I tried to forget about everything else that was happening.

Two hours later the movie finally ended. I grew sleepy in the dark theater. Mike stood up first and again rubbed behind his eyes. I was worried because my husband usually doesn't get headaches. We left the theater and drove home. 

I slid over snuggled up against my husband. I reached up and rubbed his temple. I let my arm down and placed my hand on his thigh. As we drove, not a word was said until I moved my hand from my husbands thigh to his cock.

"I don't know about tonight Colleen, my head really hurts." Mike said as we turned the corner and drove down the gravel road toward our house.

"Aww, you will be ok." I said as I began to massage his package through his pants.

"My head really hurts." mumbled Mike as he rubbed his eyes while pulling into our driveway. 

All of the rubbing I just did and he was still soft. We jumped out of his truck and went inside. The first thing I did was look at the clock to find that it was just after ten. Mike went into the cupboard and reached for the bottle of ibuprofen. 

"I just want to take a shower and go to sleep," my husband said as he slowly began to walk toward the stairs while rubbing his head.

I turned off the lights and went up to bed. I was tired and I figured I would get a good nights sleep. I could hear the water running in the shower as I slipped out of my clothes. I slipped into bed and pulled the covers up. I began thinking about what had happened earlier. I rolled onto my side and waited for my husband. A few moments later, he slipped into bed and curled up next to me with his arm over me. 

"I love you Michael, and I hope your headache goes away." I said softly as I slipped my hand into his and squeezed. 

"I love you too Colleen. I just want this headache to go away." Mike said as he squeezed my hand back.

As I lay there I could tell when my husband fell asleep. His fingers went limp in my hand and his breathing became peaceful and regular. As I lay there against him, my mind wandered back to earlier in the day. 

"What was happening?" I asked myself as I lay there silently.

I began thinking about that message in the service manual. It was almost as if it was a desperate attempt on her part to get help or to warn others of something she was experiencing. She described in great detail and urgency how fearful she was. "Was the same thing that happened to Marcinda happening to me?" I asked myself as I closed my eyes to try to fall asleep.

It was so peaceful to be laying with my husband like this. I could feel myself beginning to doze off when suddenly I gasped. My eyes opened and my nipples stiffened beyond belief. My pussy began to ache then throb. I looked over at the clock on the nightstand and it was two minutes until eleven. My breathing began to grow heavier as I carefully lifted my husband's arm and slid out from beneath him.

I didn't even waste time getting a robe, I just walked naked down the hallway and then down the stairs. Quietly I walked to the middle of the family room and stood facing the clock. Glancing down I have never seen my nipples so long in my life. The pinching and burning sensations in my buds caused a gush of moisture to trickle from my loins. The lighting was dim as I stared into the painting on the clock. Suddenly my knees grew weak and the chilly air began to rush against my exposed nakedness. "BONG."

I stared through the painting and immediately I was looking at the bedroom. I watched as the door began to open and the lady stepped inside. This time I could see she had on a dress as she walked toward me. Through the rushing wind I heard the clock chiming. I stared into the room and watched as she lifted her arm and hand like she wanted me to take it. Apprehensively I walked slowly toward the clock. As I peered into the painting she remained in the same position with her hand extended to me. Ever so slowly I lifted my hand toward the woman. The rushing breeze was overwhelming as my knees grew even weaker. I couldn't believe what was happening. "BONG," I kept moving my hand farther and farther and I couldn't figure out why I wasn't touching the clock. My heart was racing and my chest felt like it was going to explode when I saw my own hand with the same sparkled appearance as that in the picture. Just then I jumped and pulled my hand back as I felt the touch of her warm soft hand. I fell back on the floor as the clock chimed for the eleventh time. I tried to look back into the painting but saw nothing. 

"Oh my God, what just happened?" I said to myself as I scooted back away from the clock. 

I was terrified yet strangely turned on. I quietly walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. After spending several minutes composing myself I reached for a paper towel and moistened it under the faucet. I wiped the sticky trail of pussy juice from my thighs before quietly making my way back up to bed. 

Quietly I slipped back into bed next to my husband. I didn't want to wake him so I slept on the other side of the bed. I propped myself on my elbows and just admired him. He was the love of my life and I wanted to tell him what was going on but I couldn't. It was as if some bizarre force was controlling me and it wasn't allowing me to say anything. I laid down and propped my head against my pillow and tried to figure out what the hell had just happened. I couldn't believe that I actually reached into the clock and saw myself. I thought back to the message in the service manual about not entering the clock. "Oh my God, if my hand could reach in then what would stop the rest of me from going in?"

I wanted to sleep but I couldn't. My mind was in overdrive as I watched the clock on the nightstand. The minutes seemed to take for ever. Suddenly the bed moved as my husband shifted his position. Looking over, he was still sound asleep.

I needed to go back to the clock at midnight. I needed to know what was happening. I needed to see if I could see anything else. This last time I noticed that the lady in the room was wearing a dress. I noticed a bed and dresser. I needed to see if there was anything else. Looking up at the clock it seemed like time was standing still. I was so horny I couldn't stand it. I tried to reach down to squeeze my mound but again it was if someone or some force was stopping me. 

Finally it was nearing midnight. Just like every other time at eleven fifty eight my nipples stiffened and my pussy began to throb. Again I quietly slipped out of bed and made my way downstairs. I positioned myself in the middle of the room and stared at the painting. Again it was as if my nipples were being pulled. I couldn't help but to glance down to see how hard and long they were. My nipples were never overly large but now they were twice the size as normal. 

As I stared into the painting I could feel my juices running down my thighs again. The cool rush of air started and my heart began to race. I walked slowly until I stood before the clock. I stared through the painting and suddenly I heard "BONG."

Again I could see the room. The door opened and the lady walked in just like the other times. She lifted her arm and hand to reach out to me. I was near panic when I slowly lifted my hand to reach her. It was incredible. I watched as my hand slipped into hers. She squeezed my hand gently, almost assuring me that this was alright. She pulled slightly, almost as if she was inviting me. As I stared at her she used her other arm and motioned for me to come inside. I began to gasp as I heard the clock chiming through the rush of wind. I knew I was going to run out of chimes soon. My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to pass out. Suddenly and out of nowhere I took a step. Then I took another. Before I knew what had happened, I was in the room.

To be continued... 



Tick Tock Ch. 04



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Suddenly the vision I saw was no longer sparkly. I heard a faint chime from the clock, almost as if it was a great distance away. My breathing was heavy and my legs trembled as I looked around the room. 

"Welcome." I heard in a soft almost whispered voice. 

My glance went from the surroundings in the room to the eyes of this lady who was still holding my hand. I had so much to say but I was scared. I was so incredibly scared that I couldn't speak.

"Don't be afraid," She whispered. "Don't be afraid."

Suddenly I blurted out my first words. "Afraid of what?"

I suddenly realized that I was standing naked in front of this woman. I tried to turn my body and cover myself up. When I did I looked into the grandfather clock. "What the fuck," I thought to myself as I was looking into my own living room. 

"Where am I?" I asked as I turned to look at the woman who now walked over to the closet.

"Who are you?" I asked as I kept looking back and forth between the lady and my own living room.

I watched as she opened the closet door. She reached in and pulled out a plush robe. "Here," she said as she walked over to me and handed me the soft white robe. 

"I will be right back, stay right here," she said softly as she walked to the door, opened it and disappeared from my sight. 

Quickly I grabbed the robe and put it on. It was chilly and my nipples were rock solid. The plush material felt incredible. I walked over to the dresser and began opening the drawers. There was nothing in them until I got to the last drawer. Inside there was a single white thong. 

"What the hell is this place?" I asked myself as I closed the drawer and walked over to the night stand. 

Opening the small night stand drawer I found it to be empty. I placed my hand on the comforter of the bed and felt the incredibly soft material. It felt so comforting as I was scared out of my wits. I walked over to the grandfather clock and stood in front of it. 

"What the fuck is happening to me?" I mumbled softly as I peered into my living room. I kept looking into my house through the clock until I was startled from the door opening. 

I spun around to watch the woman reappear through the door. For the first time I paid attention to her. She was beautiful. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders like a soft brown wave. The style was retro, but looked fantastic nonetheless. She was about my height with evidently large breasts spilling from her cleavage. I raised my eyebrows at her french maid uniform and incredibly high open toe heels. Her pale skin was completely complimentary to her black and white uniform. 

"What is your name?" I blurted out as I slowly walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down. 

I watched her walk over to the closet and open it once again. She reached inside and did something before closing the door. She walked over to me and sat down on the bed next to me.

"I know you have many questions," She said as she peered into my eyes. I will answer whatever questions that I can."

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Marcinda," She said softly as she crossed her leg and began to bounce her foot. 

I gasped. Immediately I thought back to the service manual inside of the clock. I could feel my heart race and I felt panicky. "Oh my god, what if I am stuck in here."

"Mar, Marcinda...Stevens?" I asked in a state of shock.

"Yes," she said softly.

I looked back at the grandfather clock and into my family room before looking back at her. I couldn't believe what I was experiencing. I glanced back at the clock one more time before looking back at her.

"That used to be your house," I said apprehensively as I lifted my arm and pointed toward my family room.

"That is correct. I take it you found my warning that I left in the maintenance manual," she said as she leaned back on her elbows, causing the skirt of her uniform to ride up to mid thigh. 

"What was that all about? What is this place? Where am I? What is or has happened to me?" I blurted out as I snuggly pulled my robe around me, noticing that she had mesmerizing green eyes.

"All in due time. I am unable to answer everything right now. Most of your questions will be answered over time," Marcinda said as she stood up and reached out to take my hand.

"Let's take a walk so I can prepare you for tonight," she said as she slipped her hand into mine and slowly guided me to my feet. 

My heart was racing as we walked together toward the door. I stopped and glanced back at the grandfather clock one last time. We paused at the door as she reached out and placed her hand on the door knob.

"One thing I must tell you before we leave this room is that everything that happens here is of your choice. You were called here because of you. You don't have to be afraid of anything because everything here stems from your inner being. Basically everything that happens here has already happened in your mind," Marcinda said as she opened the door.

We began walking down the dimly lit hallway. We did not walk far as we stopped at the next door. I quickly looked around, trying to find any kind of markers or signs that would lead me back to my room in case I got separated from Marcinda. The walls were a pale tan color and the carpeting was almost white. I noticed that there was a crack in the plaster above the door we were in front of. Just then, I heard the doorknob turn and Marcinda opened the door.

My heart was racing and my knees were weak. Marcinda turned on an incredibly bright light, and I gasped at the sight of a large dental chair laden with straps and restraints. 

"What is that? I asked as Marcinda continued to hold my hand, walking me toward the chair.

"Please remove your robe and sit down," Marcinda said as she slowly removed her hand from mine and motioned it toward the chair.

I wanted to run. I was trembling mostly from fear but there was this odd sort of excitement to it. I was trying to process in my mind what she meant by 'everything has happened in my mind.' I just wanted to leave and run back to my home. If I did, would I be able to return at any time or would I have to wait for the clock to chime. Just then, I felt Marcinda place her hand on my back.

"I know you are afraid. Please don't be since it is you who has already played this out in your head," Marcinda said as she rubbed her hand up and down my spine.

I didn't want to remove my robe. I was ashamed to let her see me like this. Even though I was terrified, I was still sexually aroused. I knew my nipples were hard and I knew my pussy was swollen. 

I pulled my eyes from the chair and looked directly into Marcinda's eyes. "How do I get back home?" I asked as I turned to stand directly in front of her.

"The same way you came in here," she said as she reached up and wiped the tear that managed to trickle from the corner of my eye.

"Do I have to wait for the clock to chime and then look at it in that weird way before I can go back?" I asked as her thumb now wiped the tear that ran down my cheek from my other eye.

"No Colleen, you are free to walk back through your portal at any time and when you do, it will be as if you never left. You always return at the exact moment in time that you entered.  I must warn you however, never ever walk through the wrong portal," Marcinda said softly as she slowly lowered her hands to the plush strap that held my robe tightly closed.

"Wait a minute, how do you know my name?" I asked as the overhead lights began to warm the room.

"You do live in my house," Marcinda said as she tugged gently on the strap of my robe. 

"I hear what you and your husband talk about. Please relax and don't be afraid. I am your personal assistant to help get you started down this path of fulfillment that you so desperately seek ," Marcinda said as she pulled the straps through my suddenly loosening fingers until my robe opened. 

"Now just relax Colleen and sit down so I can prepare you for this hour's events," she said as my arms suddenly went limp and fell to my sides.

I just stood there not knowing what to think anymore. Marcinda walked around and stood directly behind me. I felt her hands on me as she slowly began to remove the long heavy robe from my naked body. I took a deep breath and sighed as I felt her pull the soft material away from me.

"What do you mean that you have to prepare me for this hour's events" I asked as Marcinda placed her hand on my shoulder and nudged me to sit down in the chair.

I slowly sat down. My ass was now on a very small seat. She placed her hand on my shoulder and pushed me back until my back rested against the back of the chair. I moved my head back until I felt the headrest against the back of my head. 

"Like I said earlier, I have to prepare you for the events that you have already played out in your mind. I am only going to do what you have wanted to do yourself but haven't," Marcinda said as she pulled a metal armrest up and placed my arm on it.

I gasped as she quickly wrapped a strap around my wrist. I tried to pull my arm away but I couldn't. Quickly I pulled my other arm over to try to free myself. Looking up at Marcinda I said "What the fuck are you doing?

Marcinda chuckled. "Colleen, just relax. I am going to give you a manicure and I need to keep your hands in place so they don't move," Marcinda said as she walked over to the other side of the chair and repeated the process with my other arm. 

I could feel my heart racing as I was slowly being restrained to this chair. The only comforting feeling I had was the warm lighting overhead which shone down upon my naked body. Before I knew it, both of my wrists were secured. 

"What does she mean by this is what I have played out in my mind." Suddenly I was jolted from my thoughts as a motor started to hum and the chair I was sitting in slowly began to tilt back. As the chair tilted back, Marcinda pulled up a set of stirrups. She pulled up my legs one at a time and placed my feet in the stirrups. She quickly fastened my ankles as the chair tilted back until I was almost completely on my back.

I felt so ashamed and emberrased as I was completely naked and vulnerable. Suddenly, Marcinda pushed my legs apart and quickly wrapped a strap around my leg just above my knee. I pulled my head up as high as I could to see what she was doing only to be horrified as she placed a steel bar between my legs and fastened it to my other leg. 

"Marcinda," I gasped as I was completely and openly exposed to her. "You need to stop, I need to get home," I cried out as I struggled to free myself only to find out that I was completely helpless.

"Just relax Colleen, we will be done soon," Marcinda said as she stood by my side and caressed my face with her soft smooth fingers. 

"I will be right back," Marcinda said as she turned and walked toward the door.

"No, don't leave...don't leave me here like this," I cried out. "What if someone comes in here," I yelled out as I watched her walk through the door before disappearing into the hallway.

I heard the door close as I again tried to free myself. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I was completely helpless and the only person I knew just abandoned me. I continued to struggle before I finally gave up and began to sob.

I just tried to relax like she said to do. I took a few deep breaths to slow my heart rate down. It was then that I noticed that there were other devices up by the bright set of lights overhead. There was something that looked like a gas mask, there were hoses and there was also something that looked like a garden hose. "What the fuck is this place," I said to myself as I began to look around the room.

The rest of the room was almost pitch black due to the intense bright lights that were overhead. I really couldn't see anything else except for the door. I just kept my eye on the door hoping and praying that Marcinda would be back quickly. 

God, it was so quiet. I couldn't hear anything except for my own breathing. This was growing unagonizingly unbearable. Lifting my head up I looked down at my pussy. I was so ashamed as my labia was swollen and glistening from my wetness. Even though I was helpless I found it to be highly arousing. The only problem was the fact that Marcinda was going to come back and see me like this. 

Suddenly I became startled as the doorknob turned and the door swung open. Looking over I prayed that it was Marcinda and not anyone else. My anxiety was eased as I recognized the black and white fench maid uniform. I watched her walk over to me and smile.

"We will use red today," Marcinda said as she held up a red bottle of nail polish. I smiled back as I watched her slowly begin to scan my entire body. I became horrified as her gaze came to and rested upon my waist. 

"My, my, it looks like someone is enjoying herself before we even get started," Marcinda said as she pulled her eyes from my bush and flashed me a wicked grin.

As I laid helpless, she began to work on my toe nails. The feel of her warm, soft fingers on my toes sent shivers down my spine. I could feel her rubbing my old polish off and working on my cuticles.  As I laid there silently I began to try to figure out what everything she had been telling me about meant. 

"You keep telling me that I have already played out these events in my mind. What does that mean?" I asked as she finally finished working on my toes. 

"I don't know," Marcinda said as she began to lightly squeeze my foot, almost as though she was massaging it. 

"Most of what you will experience here I cannot tell you. You have to figure that out on your own. All I know for sure is that you will experience actions that you have thought about in the past. My role here is to get you prepped and to guide you through your first hour," Marcinda said as she began to paint my toe nails. 

"What does that mean?" I asked as I began to slightly relax.

Marcinda remained silent for a few moments as she continued to paint my toe nails. She glanced up at me between toes and smiled. 

"Each hour of the day when your grandfather clock chimes you have the ability to enter this realm. Depending on which hour you enter will determine what you will experience. Everything you experience here is something that you thought about and that you have wanted to happen. I cannot go into any more details about what you will experience because that is inside of your head," Marcinda said softly as she finished my last toe nail and then stood up. 

"So then what is this place?" I asked as she moved up to my side and began to work on my finger nails.

There was a pause as she began stripping my old polish off. "This is another realm. Everyone that is here is here because they discovered their own portal to this dimension. "

"Wait, you mean there are others here besides me?" I asked as she switched hands and began to work on my nails.

"Why yes silly," Marcinda said as she gave me a heart warming smile as she continued to work.

"And you are telling me that everyone else comes here by walking into a grandfather clock?" I asked as I had this look of doubt on my face.

Marcinda chuckled. "No Colleen, there are only four other clocks like yours. Everyone else enter this dimension through full length mirrors. They have it easier though as you don't have to stare into a stereogram to get in. For them the mirror simply turns into fog that they walk into and then they are on the other side."

"Are there a lot of people?" I asked as she gave my hand a comforting squeeze when she was finished stripping my nails.

"There are quite a few, but I must warn you though," she said as she began to paint my finger nails the sexiest shade of red.

"Warn me about what?" I asked as I watched her make quick and efficient work of my first hand.

Marcinda leaned over me until her face was right in front of mine. I could feel her breath and I could smell her hair. "Whatever you do, never leave through the wrong portal, or you will be displaced and you will never find your way back. "

I swallowed hard as I stared into her beautiful green eyes. What she just said sounded terrifying

"You do have it much easier," Marcinda said as she began to paint the nails on my other hand.

"How so?" I asked as I watched her apply the red polish with precision. 

"Mirrors can become confusing. There are only five clocks left in the entire world. It would be much easier to make a mistake and walk through the wrong mirror. At least you know it has to be a clock," Marcinda said as she finished applying the polish. "Just make sure it is the right one."

Marcinda stood up and looked into my eyes. "Your nails look fabulous," she said as she walked to my side and smiled.

"We are almost done." she said softly as she set the bottle of polish on a small ledge up by the lights. 

"Are you going to release the straps?" I asked as I lightly tugged on them.

"We aren't finished yet silly," she said as she placed her hand on my stomach.

I flinched when her hand contacted my stomach. Her fingers were only a few inches from my bush. I inhaled sharply as her hand slowly began to move toward my pussy.

"What are you doing?" I cried out as I tried to move my body as far as I could to prevent her from touching my smoldering cunt.

"Only what is necessary for tonight," Marcinda said as she removed her hand and quickly pulled a strap up over my waist and attached it to the other side of the chair.

"Marcinda, why are you doing this to me?" I pleaded as I tried to wiggle out of the chair but to no avail.

"Just relax," Marcinda said as her hand again returned to my abdomen. "This won't take long at all."

Just then I arched my chest up as high as I possibly could as I felt her run her soft sensual fingers through the patch of hair just above my pussy.

I watched in horror as she retrieved a pair of scissors from overhead. With her other hand she began to pull up gently on my bush, causing my hair to fluff up. I trembled and gasped until my breathing grew rampant as I watched her slowly lower the small metal scissors toward my crotch. 

"Please don't," I begged as my hands clenched into fists and I tried desperately to free myself.

"Don't do that Colleen, you will mess up your beautiful nails if you continue, Marcinda said as she placed the cold steel scissors on my pubic hair.

"Please," I begged as I tried to maneuver my legs but I couldn't because of the spreader bar. Suddenly I went limp as I felt her grab some of my pussy hair between her fingers and pull up on them. I lifted my head and she flashed me an evil wicked grin. My eyes lowered to her hands as I watched her slowly open the scissors. Just then, she snapped them shut, causing a tuft of hair to be cut off.

I laid my head down and tears began to trickle down the sides of my face as I felt her continue to cut my bush. Even though I was scared I was incredibly turned on. Never in my life has anything ever been done like this to me. I could feel my pussy juices trickling down over my ass hole as I lay motionless. Just then, I heard her place the scissors down overhead.

I lifted my head and looked down to see what it looked like. All that remained was a patch of rough stubble. Again I watched as Marcinda reached up overhead. When she pulled her hand back down she was holding a can of shaving cream.

"You are going to love your new look when I'm finished," Marcinda said as she began to gently shake the can of shaving cream.  

"Why did you do this?" I asked as I now had no choice but to accept the fact that she just shaved my pussy.




Tick Tock Ch. 04



"Because, these were my instructions. This is your new look and it will be up to you to maintain this look when you travel back and forth," She said as she lowered the can to my pussy and began to dispense shaving cream. 

Suddenly I felt tingles in my pussy and goose bumps covered my skin as her fingers began to massage the shaving cream into my mound.  I watched as she lifted her clean hand reached up overhead and retrieved a razor. I swallowed hard as I watched her lower her hand to my pussy.

"Please tell me that when I go back home it will be like when I left?" I asked as I watched her pull the razor across the top of my pubic area.

"Nope," Marcinda said. "You get to go home with a new makeover. Nice shiney nails and a nice smooth pussy,"

"What am I supposed to tell my husband?" I asked as my voice quivered and my pussy throbbed.

I watched her pause momentarily as she gazed into my eyes. "Tell him you did it for him."

I could feel the razor ripping the remnants of my bush with each swipe of the blade. Just then I flinched when she touched me. I felt her soft fingers upon my pussy lips as she gently moved them out of the way. 

"This is going to look incredible when I am done. You have such a beautiful pussy. I just love how your labia swells and your lips look like a beautiful flower," she said as she pulled my lips to the other side. 

"Just remember, you must keep it this way the next time you come back." she said as she began to make sure I was hair free all the way to my asshole. 

Finally the shaving stopped. I lifted my head and watched as she placed the razor overhead. She flashed a wicked grin as she pulled down a metal hose with a handle on it. 

"Time to rinse you off," Marcinda said as she squeezed the handle and squirted the water onto the floor. 

"I hope it is warm," I said as I looked down at my soaped up pussy.

"I wouldn't do you like that," Marcinda said as she rinsed the soap off of her other hand. 

"Ahh..., it's nice and warm." Marcinda said as she quickly turned the hose toward me and began to rinse the shaving cream from my pussy. 

It felt intense and incredible as the warm water rained down upon my smoldering mound. What felt even better was the fact that she was using her fingers to help wash the soap away. I was so turned on at the moment that I was afraid I was going to climax. A tingling sensation began to race up and down my spine and I began to pant. I could feel it welling up inside. I fought it but I couldn't hold out much longer. Her fingers and the running water were beginning to be too much. I gasped as I was on the verge of exploding. Just then, she stopped.

"Good girl," Marcinda said as she gave me that wicked grin while hanging the hose back up overhead. "You will have plenty of time to cum later."

"What the fuck did she mean by that" I thought to myself as I tried to regain my composure. 

I closed my eyes and tried to relax. Again I tried to analyze everything she had been telling me. Suddenly I was startled and I flinched as Marcinda touched my breasts.

"You have lovely breasts, Colleen. Just like your beautiful feet, they are the perfect size," Marcinda said as she gently squeezed them and pushed them together.

Again my breathing grew heavier. Never in my life have I ever been touched by a woman except for a passing fantasy or two. It was then that I realized that maybe what she was saying earlier about everything already having been played out in my mind might be the reason that I was put in this compromised position. I gasped as she pushed my tits together and used her thumbs and forefingers to pinch my nipples.

I felt my nipples stiffen beyond belief and my pussy again began to leak. I wanted her to stop but yet I wanted her to continue so badly. I watched her as she reached up and pulled down two small hoses from above. Each one was clear and they had a slightly larger opening on the end. As my breathing grew to a pant, I watched as she placed one of the hose openings over one of my nipples.

"Oh my god," I cried out as I realized what was going to happen next. She reached up and flipped a switch, causing the vacuum system to turn on. Instantly there was a searing pain as my nipple was being pulled into the tube. Quickly she picked up the other hose and placed it over my other nipple. 

"Ughhhhhhh," Was all I could utter as my pussy throbbed and my nipples ached. This was the most incredible feeling I had ever had in my life. Just then, I felt something warm.

Lifting my head I looked down at my pussy. I almost came instantly as I watched Marcinda slide her tongue ever so slowly from the bottom of my pussy all the way to my clit. As her tongue touched my clitoris I nearly screamed. I wanted to cum....no, I needed to cum. My nipples were being pulled like never before and I had this beautiful woman's tongue on my clit. 

As fast as it started, it stopped. Marcinda stood up and took one of the hoses in her hand. I watched her beautiful fingers slowly begin to roll a small black o ring down the tube that was over my nipple. Suddenly I arched my back as far as I could as the small ring came off of the end of the hose and gripped my nipple at the base. After hanging the hose up overhead she again reached for the other hose. Her fingers once again began to roll the small black ring toward the end of the suction cup. Once again I arched my back as the small rubber ring squeezed my nipple giving me such a delicious searing pain. As I looked down at my breasts and I was astounded at how large my nipples were. Actually they weren't large, they were huge. 

"You will keep the rings on until you go back through the clock. You cannot bring anything but yourself through the portal. If you try to, you will not be permitted to enter, it just won't work. Once you get back home you need to buy a kit to apply nipple rings at home. You must continue to condition your nipples to keep them as large and as hard as possible. Do you understand?" Marcinda asked as she reached up and took down a small bottle from the overhead shelf. 

"Yes, but I have no idea where I could get something like that," I mumbled as I watched her tip the bottle and begin to pour some sort of oil on my pussy.

"You will find them if you look hard enough," Marcinda said as she began to massage my pussy with some sort of warm oil. Just remember, you must continue to use nipple rings until I tell you."

Suddenly my pussy felt different. It was almost like it was numb. This caused my nipples to feel even more sensitive.

"Does your pussy feel different?" Marcinda asked as she continued to massage my now bald cunt. 

"Yes, what is that stuff?" I asked as I watched her hand continue to work the oil into my folds. 

"It is a numbing oil. We have one more thing to do before we are finished and I cannot let you cum so this stuff desensitizes you," she said as she stopped massaging and wiped her hand in a towel that was hanging on the side of the chair I was in.

It was weird because as she was rubbing the oil into me I couldn't even feel her hand.  She once again flashed that evil wicked grin at me as she reached up and grasped the device that looked like a gas mask. She pulled it down and turned on another switch, causing the same vacuum motor to begin to hum once again. 

"Just relax," Marcinda said as she lowered the cup and hose toward my cunt. I lifted my head and continued to watch as she placed the cup over my mound. 

"Oh My God," I cried out as the cup gripped my skin around my pussy.

I could feel my mound swelling inside of the suction cup. I could feel it being pulled outward but I had no tingling sensations at all. She was right as I was completely desensitized. If I wasn't, I would no way in hell be able to keep myself from cumming. 

Finally after just a few minutes, she shut off the vacuum and removed the cup from my pussy. I gasped as I could not believe how engorged my cunt was. My lips were swollen like never before. It looked incredible, especially since my pubic hair had been stripped away. My eyes were riveted to my labia as it reminded me of a lotus.

Quickly, Marcinda placed the suction cup and hose back overhead. She returned to my side and stroked my face with her soft fingers.

"You look incredibly beautiful, Colleen." she said as she removed her hand from my cheek and began to unfasten the strap that held the bar between my legs. 

Efficiently she removed the bar and unfastened my ankles leading me to believe that I was not the first person she has done this to. Suddenly the chair jerked slightly and then began to tilt me upward. As I moved slowly, she unfastened my wrists. As the chair was returning to it's upright position she unfastened the strap that held my waist to the chair. Marcinda reached down and took my hand into hers. She helped me to my feet and handed me a small towel. 

"Here, you might want to dry off your bottom," she said.

I took the towel and wiped off my ass. I didn't realize that when she rinsed the shaving cream from my cunt the water rushed under my ass before running down onto the floor. I handed her the towel back and she quickly tossed it back onto the chair.

"Lets go," Marcinda said as she took my hand and walked me toward the door, completely naked, and then out into the hallway.

"What about the robe?" I asked as we walked back toward the room the clock was in.

"We don't need it now. You are about to get dressed," Marcinda said as she stopped at the door of what I guess would be called my room. 

With her other hand, she turned the knob and pushed the door open. She led me inside and walked me toward the full length mirror that was on the wall next to the grandfather clock.

"You must maintain this look," Marcinda said as she pointed into the mirror.

I was completely taken aback. My eyes were glued to my breasts, my nipples in particular. They looked incredible and felt even better. I could not believe how long they were. No matter what I would wear their hardness would be evident. The little black rings on them were all the way at the base. 

Just then, Marcinda appeared in the mirror over my shoulder. My eyes flashed into hers. I flinched as I felt her reach around me and cup my breasts. Looking back into the mirror I watched as she pushed my breasts in and up. 

"Don't these look lovely?" She asked as she moved her hands slightly and took my nipples between her thumb and finger.

"Uh huh," I moaned out from behind a heavy breath as she rubbed them and twisted them slightly.

"You are going to have a lot of fun with these. This is how you must keep them at all times, even when you go back into your realm. You need to get a nipple enhancing kit to apply these rings when you get back home. Just remember to leave them here on your dresser before you walk through the clock later," Marcinda said as she released my breasts and walked to my side.

"Now look at your beautiful pussy," Marcinda said as she squatted down to get a closer look.

"It looks incredible." she said before standing back up.

"It does," I moaned as my eyes became glued to my now bald pussy. "But my husband is going to question me."

"Question you about what? You wanted this to happen. Like I said earlier, everything here happens because you have already played it out in your head. You are the one that has thought about shaving your pussy but never did. Am I correct?" Marcinda asked as she stared into my eyes via the mirror.

"Well, I guess so. I mean I have seen pictures and videos of women like this and I wanted to try it, but I was always too afraid to do anything about it." I stammered as I tore my eyes from hers and examined my pussy in the mirror again.

"I was just afraid that if I did it others would view me as a slut." I said as I felt her take my hand and walk me toward the bed.

"Why do you worry about what others think?" She said as she stopped at the side of the bed and turned to stand in front of me.

"You have to be yourself and be honest with yourself. You have always tried to maintain that pristeen good girl look and act like a saint. That is why you are here. You so desperately want and need more in your life, more than what you presently have." she said as she gazed into my eyes.

"I always try to be a perfect lady," I said softly. " I do have wants and desires, but they would make me look bad if I acted upon them."

"It doesn't matter in this realm. There are no labels here. You say this makes you look like a slut when I say that this is normal here and how you must look." Marcinda said as she took a step back. 

"Now it's time to get dressed." Marcinda said softly.

"Every time you enter this realm I will be here to greet you. Tonight is the only night I am permitted to leave this room with you. When you enter, you must dress yourself with whatever items are in your room. Go to your dresser and see if anything is inside," Marcinda said as she motioned her arm toward the dresser.

I slowly walked around the bed toward the dresser. My heart was racing from the million different thoughts I was having at the moment. I already knew there was a thong in the drawer but I pretended like I didn't know. I slowly pulled the drawer open and reached inside. I picked up the dainty white undergarment and closed the drawer. 

Quickly I stepped into it. I pulled up the material and the thin band felt incredible as it slipped between my ass cheeks. The soft crotch sent shivers up my spine as it was firmly in place against my swollen mound.

"I have never worn one of these," I said softly.

"Go on, go have a look," Marcinda said as she walked toward the mirror and motioned for me to follow her.

"Go on, turn around and look at your ass over your shoulder," Marcinda said as she placed her hand on my waist above the white waist band and turned me into position. "What do you see?"

I paused for a moment as I was taken aback. For the first time in my life I actually liked how my ass looked. I quickly scanned up and down my legs until my eyes once again became glued to my butt.

"It looks amazing." I said as Marcinda gripped the thin white waistband and pulled them up higher on my hips.

"Yes it does," she said as she ever so gently slipped both of her hands down over my exposed cheeks. "Let's go see what is in the closet."

Marcinda removed her hands from my backside and took my hand into hers. She led me over to the closet. As she opened the closet door I peered into my family room through the clock. Everything was still how it was when I left. 

"Don't worry Colleen, I already told you that when you go back it will be like you never left," Marcinda said as she pulled a beautiful red rhinestone plunge dress on a hanger out of the closet.

"Here, put this on," Marcinda said as she removed the dress from the hanger and handed it to me. 

"Gosh, I don't know...This will make me look-I mean look at the front-I'm going to be hanging out of this thing." I said as I reached up and took the dress from her.

Without hesitation I put the dress on. I came down just far enough to cover my ass. Even though it had long sleeves, the front plunged down to my waist, leaving my front exposed. No matter how I tried to adjust the material I felt like I was going to fall completely out of it. 

"Now for your shoes," Marcinda said as she turned and stood up on her tip toes to reach on a shelf in the closet.

"Look at these," Marcinda said as she turned and handed me the most beautiful pair of glamour girl lace slippers.

"Oh my God, I cant walk in heels like that," I said as I reached out and took the sexy footwear into my hands. 

"Sure you can." Marcinda said as she took them back from me and motioned for me to sit on the edge of the bed.

As I sat down on the bed and leaned back on my elbows I lifted my leg and foot. Marcinda squatted down and slipped the first slipper on to my foot. I did the same with my other leg until both of my feet were encased in these beautiful shoes.

"Come on, let's go have a look," she said as she took my hand and helped off of the bed and together we walked toward the mirror.

"I have never walked in anything this high," I said as it felt awkward taking the first step. 

"They are only five inches. When you walk, land on the heel and kind of swing your ass. That will help you get into a rhythm. When you get back to the other side you need to get a pair of stilettos and practice before you come back." she said as we stood in front of the mirror.

"Look how incredible you look." Marcinda said as she made a slight adjustment to my dress.

When I looked into the mirror I could not believe that I was looking at myself. I looked hot. I looked incredibly slutty. What got my attention was the plunging dress and my exposed flesh. The nipple rings had my nipples so hard that they were pushing out against the dress and they were plainly visible. Next I looked down to my feet. Again, they looked incredible. My whole foot was visible and my toes looked fabulous. Never in my life did I ever think I could look like this. 

"I know you like this look, Colleen. Remember, you already had this vision of yourself somewhere in your mind. Now it has become a reality." Marcinda said as she scanned me from head to toe.

As I gazed deeply into the mirror Marcinda made some adjustments with my hair. I stood in disbelief at how incredible I looked. This was a look that I would never have been able to have back at home. This was a look that gave me confidence and I actually felt good about myself. Just as quickly that I got lost in my new look I was interrupted by Marcinda.

"Are you ready to go?" Marcinda asked as she took a few steps toward the door.

"Go where?" I asked inquisitively as I glanced into the grandfather clock to see my family room before turning to face her.

"I have to give you a tour so you can learn your way around this place," She said as she turned the door knob and opened the door.

Ever so carefully I took a step and then another. I was so afraid of twisting my ankle and falling down. I managed to make my way through the door and then out into the hallway. There was this momentarily eerie feeling when I heard the door shut behind me. Together we slowly walked down the dimly lit hallway. The small light fixtures on the walls glowed, giving off just enough light to see. Some of them flickered, almost like those you would see in a seedy motel on television.

"You must always remember your way back to your room. It will be very easy for you to become lost if you don't pay attention to the places you have been. Panic will set in because you will feel helpless when you can't find your way back to your own portal," Marcinda said over the sound of our heels clicking on the tile floor.

I began to feel nervous as we walked down the long chilly corridor. I could not believe that I was out walking while I was dressed like this. My breasts bounced freely under the loose material that barely concealed them. My nipples burned like hell as they rubbed against the material of the dress. These were sensations I never knew existed. 

As we walked to the end of the hallway we turned and continued to walk. We passed so many doors along the way and I hoped and prayed that I would be able to find my door. I knew that my door was next to the one that had a crack in the plaster. The lights became spaced out even further as the lighting grew dimmer. I was beginning to have second thoughts about what I got myself into.

"We are almost there. Remember, you are here because you want to be. You already played this night out in your mind," Marcinda repeated as we continued to walk.

The feel of the thong I was wearing was so different than I was used to. The thin strap between my cheeks was a bit uncomfortable yet so arousing. Each step caused the thong to gently tug on my pussy. I noticed that the numbing oil was wearing off as I could feel the tingling sensations in my cunt from my heightened state of arousal. I also could feel myself beginning to grow wet.




Tick Tock Ch. 04



Suddenly Marcinda stopped in front of a set of double doors. There was a dimly lit light on each side and for the first time I could hear the sound of other people. Marcinda reached out and placed her hand on the knob.

"This is where you come every time you enter. This is the gathering place where you can relax and enjoy a drink or two before your events begin," Marcinda said as she turned the knob and pushed the door open. 

As the door swung open I couldn't believe my eyes. It looked like a small quaint club. There were people sitting around the bar and there were other people sitting around small tables. I flinched as Marcinda slipped her hand into mine and led me into the room. 

Even though I had this incredibly revealing outfit on, it didn't bother me. As I looked around I noticed that all of the other women also had on alluring dresses. One thing I did notice was that all of the women were absolutely beautiful. 

We stopped and sat down at a small table. I adjusted myself as my breast slipped out into plain view. After tucking my boob back behind the material, Marcinda took my hand into hers.

"I am going to go back to the room. I will be waiting there for you. Go up to the bar and get a drink and just hang out. Whatever happens will happen, just be patient. Remember, this has already happened in your mind. Have fun." Marcinda said as she stood up and left.

I watched her walk across the room, admiring how well she could walk in stilettos. I watched her walk through the door before I took a deep breath and then focused on my surroundings. I noticed that there was music playing and everyone appeared to be in a good mood as there was plenty of laughter. 

I stood up and carefully balanced myself as I was still having trouble adjusting to my heels. I walked up to the bar and ordered a Bacardi and Coke. The bartender smiled and began to make my drink. I noticed that he was incredibly gorgeous. His dark hair, dark eyes, and muscular arms sent shivers down my spine. 

"He's cute isn't he?" said the lady right next to me. 

"Uh, yes," I replied softly.

"Too bad he is a staff member, he is off limits," she said as she reached out to shake my hand. "My name is Noelle," she said as she slipped her soft hand into mine and squeezed. 

"I'm Colleen." I said as I squeezed her hand back and admired her beauty.

"Let's go get a table," she said as she slipped off of the bar stool and carried her drink toward a vacant table.

I followed closely, noticing that she looked flawless. She was wearing the typical 'little black dress' which really showed off her assets. She wore these amazing strappy black stilettos and could walk very well in them. Her legs were tanned, well toned, and led up to a sculpted ass. When she turned and sat down I couldn't help but to notice her heaving cleavage. I sat down across from her and it was like her nipples were poking through her dress as if they were reaching out to me. Her eyes were green and her blond hair came down to mid back. Just then, a guy sat down between us.

"I would like you to meet Roger," Noelle said as she reached out and placed her hand on his arm. "This is Colleen." Noelle said as she gazed into my eyes.

Roger reached out and shook my hand. His grip was firm, almost dominant as he seemed to hold my hand longer than a normal handshake as his gaze dropped from my eyes to my breasts.  He was just an average guy but he had muscles on top of muscles. His blue eyes gave way to a smile that could melt ice.  Ever so casually I pushed my breast back behind my dress and acted like nothing happened.

We began making small talk and drank our drinks. I discovered that they were actually husband and wife who were called to this realm through their bedroom mirror. They had been here several times before. I asked them what this place was all about when Roger stopped me.

"You are not permitted to talk about what happens here. You just have to live it," He said as he stood up. "I will get us another round of drinks." 

"You cannot talk about your experiences here," Noelle said softly. "Just enjoy yourself and have fun. After all that is why you were called here," she said as she reached up and took her drink from her husband as he returned. 

As we continued to make small talk I noticed people coming and going. I could feel the first drink I had and it only heightened my state of arousal. I ached all over with desire and it was driving me insane. Just then, another guy pulled up a chair and sat down.

"Hello everyone, my name is Justin," said the young guy as he set his drink on the table.

Both Noelle and I eyed him up. He looked so young. His sandy colored hair was a mess but it was cute. His eyes had this twinkle in them that melted my heart, but he was so young. He wasn't built like Roger but he wasn't skinny.

"Seriously, how old are you?" Noelle asked him as she looked him up and down,

"I am proud to say that I am almost nineteen years old," Justin said as he took a drink and then turned his attention to me.

"And what is your name?" Justin asked as he slipped his hand on top of mine.

I blushed as my breast once again slipped into plain view. I tried to play it off like I didn't notice it, but he did.  I smiled at him as my nipples began to burn with desire.

"I am Colleen," I said as I stared into his brown eyes. 

"Seriously, almost nineteen?" Noelle said, glancing back at her husband. " I don't think so."

"Well, you got me, I am eighteen though. I won't turn nineteen for another ten months," Justin said as he managed to pull his eyes away from my breast to look at Noelle.

"I knew it," Noelle said as she finished her second drink. 

"Besides, I wouldn't have been granted entry if I wasn't eighteen," Justin said as he smiled at her.

I was beginning to feel tipsy as Roger went back to the bar for another round of drinks. Everything about this place was so erotic. The numbing oil that Marcinda used on me was now long gone. I was so horny I could tell my thong was soaked. My legs grew stiff so I uncrossed them and recrossed them the other way. Never in my life have I ever been this aroused. 

Roger came back with our drinks. We all shared stories of where we came from and we grew much more comfortable with each other. It was like we were long lost friends. The effects of the alcohol on me caused me to lose whatever little bit of modesty I had left. I didn't care that my nipple slipped back into view, it didn't matter. We finished our third drink and that was when I realized that the room was beginning to spin.

"Let's go catch a movie," Roger said as he stood up and reached out for his wife's hand to help her to her feet.

Justin stood up and reached down for my hand. He carefully helped me stand up, sensing that my heels made me unstable. Once on my feet, the room seemed to be spinning even faster.

"There is a movie theater here?" I asked as we slowly began to walk across the room, weaving in and out of the other tables.

"Yeah, it's right over here," Roger said as we made our way over to a door on the far wall. 

As we walked, I noticed that I was still holding on to Justin.  My knees were shaky not only from the alcohol but also from my nipples rubbing against the inside of my dress with each step I took. We finally made it to the door. Roger opened it and we walked inside and entered the foyer.

"Come on Colleen, let's go pee," Noelle said as she took my hand and led me into the ladies room. 

Once in the restroom it was such a relief to urinate. I noticed that my thong was soaked as I pulled it aside. Looking down in the dim light I noticed how swollen my pussy was and how clean it looked without hair. Once done, I put the tiny piece of material back in place, covering my pussy. Noelle and I both exited our stalls at the same time and walked to the sinks. 

"He is cute," Noelle said as she looked at me in the mirror as we washed our hands.

"He is so young," I said as I turned the water off and dried my hands.

"Yes he is, but I was also talking about my husband," Noelle said as she tossed her hair around and straitened it. 

"It's ok Colleen, after all we are here together. Just have fun and enjoy yourself," Noelle said as she turned and opened the door for us. 

The room continued to spin as we joined the guys in the foyer. As we entered the theater I couldn't help but to think about all of the stuff Marcinda told me earlier about how everything here has already been played out in my mind. We all followed Roger as he led us down to the front row.  We sat in the middle with Justin to my left and Roger and then Noelle to my right. Looking around there were only a few dim lights that lined the walls. It was bright enough to see but not to read a book. Looking over my shoulder I noticed that there were a few other people scattered about the theater. 

Looking over at Roger, Noelle was right. Her husband was hot. I felt tingly all over every time I looked at him. But how could I, he was her husband. I took a deep breath to relax as I focused on the screen. My heart was racing and my breathing was labored. Just then, the huge screen began to flash and the movie began. 

Immediately I became focused on the screen. The screen illuminated and was blank. I felt this incredible nervousness as I anxiously awaited the movie to start. Just then, it did. I gasped at what I saw. 

The movie was a porno. There was a girl going down on a guy and from the looks of it, she was enjoying it. I immediately felt my pussy grow wet and begin to tingle. My nipples ached and my breathing grew heavy. Suddenly I flinched as Justin placed his hand on my bare thigh. 

Without taking my eyes away from the screen I reached for his hand and pushed it away. As I did, I felt another hand on my other thigh. This time it was Roger. Again, I reached for his hand and pushed him away. I managed to tear my eyes away from the screen and looked over at Noelle, hoping that she didn't see what her husband just did. She was so lost in the scene on the screen she had no clue what just happened. 

Again, Justin placed his hand on my thigh. I looked into his lust filled eyes and pushed his hand away again. Before I could focus my attention back on the screen, Roger placed his hand on my leg again. Before I could even reach Rogers hand, Justin's hand returned to my thigh. 

I suddenly felt myself beginning to lose control.  I continued to focus on the screen while pushing their hands away but to no avail. Each time I pushed one hand away, the other returned. Suddenly, Roger and Justen became completely brazen and I froze. Both Roger and Justin placed their hand on my bare breasts. 

My god it felt so good but it was so incredibly wrong. I wanted to stop them but I just couldn't. They slowly began to squeeze my breasts with their warm fingers as the front of my dress was now pulled completely open. Somehow I managed to pull my eyes from the screen and I turned to look at Noelle. She looked back at me and smiled as her eyes glanced from my eyes to my breasts and then back. The look in her eyes told me she was highly aroused but she just turned her attention back to the screen. 

My breathing became labored as both Roger and Justin began to lightly pinch and twist my nipples. My pussy was burning and my nipples were on fire. I was on the verge of losing whatever self control I had left. I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. My legs parted slightly as I became lost in what was happening. Just then, I felt something warm and wet. I slowly opened my eyes partway only to see Justin place his mouth over my nipple. I inhaled sharply as his tongue began to swirl around my rock solid nipple. I felt goose bumps all over as he began to suck gently.  Again, I closed my eyes and became lost in my surroundings. I let out a low moan as Justin sucked harder on my nipple while Roger moved his hand back to my thigh. I was so turned on at the moment that I was close to cumming. With Justin sucking my nipple and Roger slowly sliding his hand higher up my thigh I was now too far gone to stop.  

I flinched as I felt Roger's fingers touch the edge of my thong. His fingers were so close to my cunt he could feel my heat radiating from it. Suddenly I gasped as his finger touched my pussy through the thin material that covered my dripping hole. As my lips parted and I gasped, I felt roger press his mouth to mine and his tongue began to caress mine. 

I kissed him back hard. I was growing feral with desire. His fingers began to gently rub my swollen slit from top to bottom. I felt every nerve in my body begin to tingle. As I became overwhelmed with sensations I have never experienced in my life, I suddenly felt Roger began to push his finger against my clit. He pushed harder and I began to see shooting stars as my pussy began to clinch.

"Oh God," I cried out as waves of pleasure from the most powerful orgasm of my life washed over me. 

I reached up and held on to Justin's head as I trembled. He bit my nipple, causing me to gasp in pleasure as Roger continued to push his finger against my clit. My climax seemed to last forever before it finally began to subside. 

For several minutes, I slumped back in my chair with my eyes closed. I managed to catch my breath before slowly opening my eyes. The image on the big screen was that of two women servicing a well hung guy. What made my jaw drop was when I looked over at Roger. His pants were undone and Noelle was stroking his member.  It was no ordinary cock, it was enormous. My glance went to Noelle, who flashed me a wicked grin as she continued to stroke her husband.

She let his cock go and stood up. I was amazed at the size of Roger. He must have been ten inches long and as thick as a cucumber.  Before I knew what happened, Noelle took my hand and guided me to my feet.

As I stood up, she put her hand around my waist and turned me to face her husband. The room was still spinning from the alcohol we had earlier. Once she positioned me in front of Roger, she placed one hand on my abdomen and one on the back of my head.

"Only bend at the waist Colleen," Noelle said as she slowly assisted me in bending over. "Keep your legs straight."

Ever so slowly I bent down until Roger's enormous cock was in front of my face. I could feel my legs stretching and I knew I had to look incredible to everyone else who was watching. Just then, Noelle pushed my head down farther and my lips touched the head of her husband's cock.  

"Go on sweetie, have a taste," Noelle said as she slowly slid her hand down my back and then down over my ass.

I simply had no resistance in me at all. Slowly I opened my mouth and rubbed the head of his member over my lips. God he was so beautiful. I opened my mouth farther and lowered my head farther, noticing that I had to open my mouth as wide as I possibly could. I lowered my head farther until I forced the head of his cock into my mouth. 

He tasted incredible. I could taste his pre cum as I tried to take even more of him in my mouth. I suddenly realized that Noelle moved behind me and squatted down. I felt her hands on my calves as she slowly started to slide her hands up. I began to slowly move my head back and forth as I sucked gently on this monster cock. Just then, I felt Noelle's hands slip under my dress. Her fingers quickly found the waistband of my thong. This was the first time I ever had been touched by a woman like this and I found it incredibly arousing.

I could feel her fingers hooking around my waistband as I continued to slide my mouth up and down over her husband's cock. Just then she began to tug, slowly pulling my thong downward. I kept my legs in a straight position and it was the most intense incredible feeling as she slowly pulled my thong down my legs. The feeling of the soaked crotch being yanked away from my now bald cunt felt incredible. Dribble began to escape the corners of my mouth as I worked up and down the best I could. Suddenly I felt the thin strap of material pull free from between my ass cheeks as she slowly pulled my soaked thong down my legs.

As I stood there bent at the waist my thong was stretched around my ankles between my feet. As I continued to suck on Roger's glorious cock, Noelle moved to my side. She took my hand into hers and began to slide the sleeve of my dress up until she removed it from my arm. She moved to my other side and did the same to my other arm until my sleeve was removed. Just then, the top of my dress fell down to my hips. The only covering that remained was my dress around my waist. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Justin move to the seat that I was originally sitting in. His pants were now undone and he was stroking his own member. I pulled off of Roger's cock and gazed longingly at Justin's manhood. I couldn't believe my eyes. He was longer than Roger but thinner. Everything was spinning as Noelle turned me toward Justin. Again, I bent over at the waist, making sure to keep my legs straight. Noelle bent down with me. She took Justin into her hands and slipped him into her mouth. After sliding her mouth up and down for a moment, she removed him from her mouth and offered him to me.

He fit easily into my mouth. I was able to take about one third of his member into my mouth before he hit the back of my throat. I too sucked on him for a short period before I pulled off and Noelle resumed her ministrations. We continued to take turns pleasuring Justin. The taste of his pre cum and Noelle's saliva was as intoxicating as the alcohol we consumed earlier. Looking over my shoulder I became horrified as I saw myself on the big screen.

I grew incredibly horny as I saw my naked breasts on the screen. I glanced out into the theater and noticed that there were now a lot of people. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. It felt incredible as this was the kind of sex I was starving for. Without hesitation I put my mouth back over Justin's cock and continued to give him head.

Noelle once again slipped Justin's manhood back into her mouth. This time however, I noticed that she was naked. Gone was her little black dress and all that remained were her black stilettos. She pulled off of him long enough to climb up over him. She positioned herself so her back was toward him and she could watch the screen. She looked so beautiful as her bare pussy was sitting just above his cock. Without hesitation, I lowered my head and wrapped my lips around Justin's member.

Noelle adjusted herself so her pussy was in better position. I wrapped my hand around Justin's dong as I pulled my mouth off of him. Looking up into Noelle's lust glazed eyes, I pointed his cock at her entrance and slowly guided her down onto him.

"Ughhhhhhh," Noelle cries out as she slowly sat down onto his rigid cock. 

I turned and looked over my shoulder at the screen. It was an incredible sight as we all were on the screen. Just then I watched as Roger moved into position behind me and placed his hands on my hips. I turned my attention back to Noelle and Justin as his cock was now sliding in and out of her splayed pussy. As I gazed into her lust crazed eyes I could tell she was watching herself. Her breasts looked incredible as they were larger than mine. They had this sexy bounce and jiggle in them from the rhythmic fucking she was receiving. Without hesitation, she reached out and placed her hand behind my head and lowered my face to her breasts. 

Her skin was so incredibly soft as her globe pressed against my cheek. Her breast was sliding up and down my cheek as she bounced up and down. With my free hand I reached out and cupped her warm flesh. I squeezed her gently, iliciting a low guttural moan from her as she continued to fuck Justin. Without even thinking about it I did what felt natural and took her nipple into my mouth.