Timestop on the dancefloor.

Daniel looked around the nightclub, He loved hunting here, the men and women were all beautiful, available, and usually had been drinking or taking drugs. They were also usually horny as well, so he didn’t have to work so hard to get them worked up.

He walked through the still and silent dancefloor, trailing his fingers across hips, asses and tits as he passed, finding just the right one.

There.

She was about nineteen, he guessed, short dark hair, choker, bright red lipstick and dark eyeshadow. She was the perfect height for him being about five feet seven, and was wearing a short leather skirt and plain white top. He could see her nipples poking through the top so no bra. He wondered if she was wearing panties. He would soon find out. For now he would call her Slut.

Slut was dancing with another girl, gazing lovingly into her eyes. They had were just coming together into a kiss, Slut’s tongue leading and beginning to part the other girls lips. The expression on both their faces telling of passion and need. The other girl had her hands on Slut’s ass and was trying to pull her closer, but since Slut was slightly taller and she was going for a kiss, she was bent slightly forward, her ass sticking out a little, her hands holding the smaller girls head.

Daniel walked up behind the Slut and ran his hand up her leg. She didn’t react, but he hadn’t expected her to. They never did in his world, the world where time was stopped. All the reactions would start when he released his hold on time, and it restarted, letting her feel everything that had happened to her, during the pause.

It was that rush of feelings that had given him the idea to perfect what had become his fetish, and what he was about to do with this girl.

Moving his hand further up her leg, he discovered that she was indeed wearing panties, well a thong at least, but that her dancing with the other girl had got her aroused and her pussy was already wet. He grinned. Perfect.

He moved gently. Sudden movements magnified sensation, and could break a mood, spoil his fetish.

He slid her skirt up, until her ass was completely exposed, the red string of the thong disappearing between the pert luscious cheeks he had revealed.

A snip from a small pair of scissors kept in his pocket for just this purpose, and the thong was no more, leaving his target area clear for the next stage of his plan.

Grabbing a jacket off the back of a nearby chair and bunching it up for a cushion, he knelt on the floor, bringing his face level with her ass. Gently he put his hands on her cheeks and pulled them apart, revealing the treasures hidden within, her pussy, which was so wet, that thick drops of her fluids were clinging to her outer lips, and her asshole, a tight pink star. Maybe he would open that up tonight. Maybe not.

He leaned in further and inhaled deeply, taking in her scent.

He started slowly, just in case. Some women weren’t all that fussy about personal hygiene and he had been caught out early on in his ‘career’, the smell nearly making him puke, and it had ruined his night.

Tonight though, she smelled delicious. A heavy mix of musk, and a light perfume, which he had smelled before on other women and liked. One day he would have to figure out what it was.

He started fantasizing in his head, about marking women, and sending them bottles of perfume, warning them that he was coming. That would be such a thrill if they were expecting him, but didn’t know where or when.

He filed that idea for later thought, and then reached out with his tongue and tasted her.

Slut was delicious, as he had known she would be. He slid his tongue deeper inside of her, lapping at her juices off her labia, and then from inside, as far as he could reach, before sliding further forward and lapping all the way to her clit, slurping and lapping at it for a good ten minutes, all the time, holding her ass cheeks wide, and running circles around her asshole with a wetted finger.

Finally he swiped back from her clit, across her opening, pausing for a second to push his tongue inside. She was still soaked but the juices were further in than he could reach, and he wasn’t going to use his fingers on this one. Not on her pussy anyway.

When he reached her asshole, he began to rim her, lapping and licking at the pink star, this time gently circling her clit with the wetted finger.

He pushed the tip of his tongue into her ass, gently opening her up, until he could go no deeper, and then gently pulled back.

He pulled a small bottle of lube from his pocket, applied it to his finger, and began gently working the finger into her ass, opening her up, adding a second and a third finger as the muscles stretched. It was weird, although in real time it would feel like her ass had gone from tight to gaping in an instant, because it had been done gently, with the muscles getting the opportunity to relax, even in stopped time, there would be no pain. Just a feeling of stretching and fullness.