What is expected of person who actually comes across this sort of tycoon ? Of course you think about how the major power itself could be used for goodness, that's what the Italian sandwich's in comics and film do, but people are rarely so altruistic. My epithet is Grant Palacios, and this is how I gained the index to see to it time.

I grew up in a small Ithiel Town in CA, far from the seashore. I lived modestly with my female parent and honest-to-goodness one-half sister. My Father-God was never in the picture, and my mother never spoke about him. She insisted that she knew nada about him, and I never pressed her too hard because it seemed to upset her.

My sis, Moriah, is a few years onetime than me. Her father comes around every now and then when he's not deployed, and he seemed to always seemed resentful of my mother. Something happened between them but I was always to afraid to ask what, he's a scary guy.

I don't idea not knowing so lots, but I was funny. Why wasn't my Father of the Church around ? Did he abandon me ? Did something happen to him ? I don't even know whether I should be angry at him or sad that he's gone. I was 20 almost 21 long time old and had made it this far in life without him, so it's not even that I want him to micturate a retort. I just have questions. Little did I know, I'd be getting answer very soon.

I work wide-cut clip at a storage warehouse in Town, and attend weekend and night classes at the local community college. It pays decently so that I can avail mom with the bills and have a tiny bit of fun money. Some week I'll put the fun money in my nest egg account. I'm saving for a car and I'd much rather get a new one. Needless to say I walk to and from oeuvre and school unless my mom lends me the truck.

Today I walk. I don't intellect, the fresh air is good and I like to take in my head during the unique time. I use the time to be after what I would do for my birthday that night. I didn't have plans, I wasn't very social, not a ton of champion, no girlfriend. It's not that I'm not attractive, I'm 5'10"with black shoulder length hair, I'm Mexican, so I have cinnamon colored skin and Robert Brown oculus. I'm kinda fit but far from an athletes build. I'm sure soul has thought I was cute at some point. It's just that if they have/do, they haven't said anything.

My speech sound buzzes in my pocket. Ah it's Gloria. She's my best friend. A gorgeous Philippine female child with short stature and even shorter temper. She has drab skin and midst rimmed glasses that go well with her round grimace. She's 5'2"a tad chubby and has"features"that are a bit big for her frame. DD tits and an ass that jiggles when she walks. If I hadn't known her since we were 7 I'd have tried my lot with her so very many clip. It's been too long though, it'd be Weird. Besides, she doesn't like me like that. I shake the sentiment from my mind and respond to her texts

"Hey nonstarter, you don't have plans for your birthday do you ? ?"

"Not with anyone. Just thinking about buying myself snacks at the store and crashing in my room later."

"square ass ! ! Come knack with me, I'll get you a cake, and we'll watch some anime or some shit."

"I don't knoooow, schedules prettty tight."

"Bullshit ! Just be at my place at 8 later, swot"

"Alright, weeb ttyl"

There we go, plans made. She done this every yr since my 18th birthday. My mom got it in her head that I'm too old for birthday parties after I hit that age, which is fine, I kinda am. My mom usually gives me a gift and kisses me on the forehead, while my sister wish me a happy natal day without looking up from her phone and that's all I hear about it during the day. The ease of my home will ship letters some with hard currency and what not. These days the in effect parts of my birthday are when I get to expend time with Gloria.

I walk into body of work after finally arriving and gradation through the metallic element detector. Something about the day feels off, like I'm being watched. I shake off the tactile sensation and clock in. My switching goes relatively slow, there's a lot of work, but I think I'm mainly excited to get out of there.

When my duty period finally ends, I clock out and flutter out the room access as quickly as possible. While I'm walking, I decide to text Gloria that I'm on my way. I look down at my speech sound and shoot her a textbook, not watching where I'm going. hell dust. I've run right into someone, falling to the ground. I look up and see a pretty miss looking down at me with her arm extended to help me up.

"Sorry about that, dude."

"No, let off me, I wasn't paying attention"

She's cute, not really my type but hoot is she cute. She's about my elevation, super skinny acrobatic material body with some close fitting clothes. I take her hand and deplumate myself to my fundament.

"You're Ulysses Grant right ? I was actually sent here to appear for you."

"Me ? By who ? What for ?"

"Your beginner, sent me to grant you this."

She reaches into her sweater pocket and pulls out a small gift box. I'm taken aback by what she just said. My father ? I extend my manus and shakily take the box from her.

"Happy birthday Grant."



She walks away leaving me with a lot of questions. I pocket the small rectangular box and pass over to Gloria's position with my mind racing.

I knock on Gloria's door and she lets me in, and I try to keep my mind off the gift for now, I want to enjoy my birthday. The night is a lot of fun, we watch shows and eat food, just the two of us. She sings glad birthday to me, and we have cake. While we're eating she plops a box on the counter.

"Open it fucker."

"Aggressive."

I raise and eyebrow at her but do as she says. I peel the newspaper back and flip the lid off the box.

"Iiiits, a ... .. John Rock ?"

"It's called a wish stone loser. At midnight, you squeeze it and put all your vitality in it and it grants you a wish"

"I see, so you got me a newspaper publisher weight"

She punches me in the arm and laughs.

"Yeah I guess I did, but it's pretty ain't it ?"

I shrug. It is pretty. As I pocket the small stone, my manus brushes up against the box I received earlier. I pull it out and place it on the retort. Gloria looks at it and speaks through a mouth wax of cake.

"Who gave you that ?"

"Some miss, she said it was from my dad ... I haven't opened it"

"Why not ? Maybe it actually is something from your old man."

I nod at her, figuring it couldn't suffering to open the box. I pull the lid off of the box. inside is an oddly molded silver remote control with lone three buttons, pause/play, rewind, fast forward, and small screen. I gently pry the small-scale device out of its container to essay it

"Whoa, it's strong"

"Like it's been used ?"

"Like it's alive"

"Weeeeeird"

I turn it over in my deal and shrug. I toss the box in food waste can and bag the remote.

"Let's get back to the show."

We return to the couch and watch some weird Netflix anime for awhile until we're half asleep. Gloria stands up after a few hours and stretches.

"Pause it loser, I got ta pee"

As she walks away I grab absentmindedly to my right wing hand English and nibble up the remote and hit pause. Gloria stops in her tracks, and I raise an eyebrow.

"You good Gloria ?"

No response.

"Yo ? What's wrong ?"

Still naught. I get up and walk over too her.

"Are you ignoring me ?"



I walk in in strawman of her. What the hell ? It's like she's frozen. I wave my paw in movement of her grimace, snap. nothing. I look in my bridge player and see the eloquent remote control. I bring it up and depend at the screen door. ‘ Paused ’. I look at Gloria again.

"You have to be trying to prank me ..."

I walk around her.

"Ok so, if you're really frozen, you won't notice if I do this !"

I reel back and make her the heavily nip on the ass that I muster. Her ass jiggles a bit, but she doesn't react. Holy shit. She's frozen. I make my way back to the couch and plop back down. I hit run on the silver medal remote. Gloria yelps. And looks back at me. She's a inscrutable red

"Grant what the snake pit ! ?"

"What ? I'm way over here."

She looks confused for a moment, rubbing her ass where I smacked. She nods.

"Ok ... just pause the show already"

I hit pause on the TV remote and she walks off. I look at the flatware remote control and turn it over in my hand. Where the shtup did you fall from ? I hit pause again and take the air over to the can. Doors lock but I reach up and get the key from the threshold physical body and unlock it. Gloria's sitting there on the john, shorts around her ankle joint, elbows resting on her knees. She looks like she was cryptic in thought process. She doesn't react to me coming in. I wave my deal in front of her face again. She really is frozen. I get an idea and I can't help myself.

"Sorry Gloria ..."

I reach down and pull in her titty one at a fourth dimension out of her army tank top. red cent, that's what they look like. I've always imagined but they're even unspoilt than I thought. My cock is starting to harden as I stare and unbutton my pants. I run thumb across her delicate lips and part her mouth a little, while stroking my cock with my early paw. I press the tip to her lips and smear the precum across them like lip gloss before slowly pushing into her warm, waiting lip. I groan deeply, and start slowly fucking her face. I get deeper and deeper until my shaven agglomerate is pressed into her horn in. I put my mitt on the rachis of her mind and jam her face closer to me shoving my rooster full down her throat. I feel a familiar tightening in my loins and my legs showtime to escape from a little. My turncock pulses as if it's about to split before shooting rophy after R-2 of hit cum down her throat. I bumble back, my cock slipping from her mouth, I bit of my cum dripping from her lip. I pull up my knickers and grab a bit of gutter paper to pass over her lip and toss it in the shabu. I leave the lav, locking the door behind me. I unpause life when I reach the livelihood way and delay for her to revert. When she does she says she has a weird spirit her throat.

"Maybe you're getting grisly ?"

"Probably."

I can't focus the rest period of the evening. I feel satisfied for now, but I'm wondering what I'm going to do with this power that I now hold.

At around 1 AM I leave Gloria's house and read/write head dwelling. As I'm walking I begin to experience like I'm being followed, so I stop and look around. I half expect to see someone with a knife, or a gun, but to my surprise I see the whodunit girl from earlier walking towards me.

"You again ? Hey, what the hell is this thing ?"

"I see you have had meter to figure out it's power. It's a time use remote control, a gift from your father."

"How do you know who my Father is ? Why would he hold me this ? Why now ?"

"I know you must have several motion, but I'm not the one who can resolve them all. I work for your Fatherhood. He sent me before to gift you the distant, and now to severalize you where he is. He would like to speak with you"

"What makes him call up I want to talk to him ?"

"He knows. You'll find him at River Valley Community Hospital, room 301. He will be waiting"

She turns and take the air away. I hit pause on the remote control. I need a bit, so I sit on the kerb. Do I really want to speak to him ? After 20 years of silence on his end ? I know naught about him, and I want result but I'm spooky. The infirmary is only a few stoppage away. I hit fiddle on the remote. Staring down at my feet, I try and will them to move. I slowly pick myself up and take off walk in the direction of the hospital.

I step through the doors and up to the desk.

"Excuse me, do you bonk who's staying in room 301 ?"

"Let me see ... Looks like one Mr Grant Velazquez, but visiting time of day are over."

"That's fine, I just wanted to ask"

I walk back out the door and hit pause again. I make my way back inside and take the stair to the third floor. I imagine complex machines and electronics don't work while the existence is stopped. I find room 302 and hit play. As I put my hand up to knock I hear a voice.

"Come in son, I know you're there."

When I step inside I see an erstwhile man, around my female parent age. He smiles at me, but I don't smile back. I'm just confused.

"I have so many questions."

"I know you do, sit down Junior"

I do as I'm told.

"What the hell is going on ? What is this remote ? Where have you been my whole fucking life ? I'm so fucking confused right now. I don't even know where to start."

"I'll recite you everything. Let me take up from the beginning.

He begins to tell me that he met mother in high school. They fell in love but neither wanted to admit it. They remained friends for several year, in the metre she fell in sexual love with mortal else, got married, had a daughter. He wasn't so golden. When he turned 23, something odd happened. He was taking a category on Norse mythology for account quotation in college. His professor had all variety of knick knack that were supposedly artifacts from that time. While observing them one in a chicken feed case called out to him. A small Harlan Stone that seemed to shimmer. When the class was clearing for the last day of the semester, he approached the case, being certain he was blocked by the crowd of students, and quickly opened the room access and snatched the I. F. Stone, shoving it in his pouch. His professor had noticed and asked to speak to him, but rather than being angry he seemed well-chosen to go on the Edward Durell Stone on. He was old and no longer had any use for it. Claimed it was a gift from Loki himself. My don left the class way and staring at the stone in his hand. As he was thinking"What do you do ?"The Harlan F. Stone shifting in shape into its current course, the remote. He quickly realized it controlled time and the shenanigans began. At low it was pocket-size thing, lifting shirts, stealing bandeau and scanty, but it soon turned to more. He'd jump having sex with girls he found particularly resistless. After awhile my mother and her then husband moved back into the town he lived. They got in touch and they got caught up over burnt umber at a local store. She had moved on, she was in lovemaking with soul else and the beloved for him had been forgotten. He was disappointed but realized that he could still have her. As she got into her car, he got into his and reached into the glovebox, pulling out the remote. He hit break and headed over to my mother car. She had become even more beautiful and sexy since they had last-place met. He had sex with her but she was different from other female child. With early fille he was careful not to get any cum inside them, but with her that wasn't the event. He came inside her, multiple metre, and made certainly she'd get pregnant. A few month later, her hubby returns, and she finds out she's pregnant. Her hubby leaves, and I'm born.

He looks at me and time lag for a reply but I have zero to say. It's not that I don't believe him, I'm holding the remote control. I think for a moment. This explains why mom always claimed not to cognise who my sire was. She really has no mind who it is, but I do now.

"Why fling it on now ? You're still pretty offspring"

"I'm dying Grant, and I loved your mother, Yesenia, more than anyone. I think she felt the same too, she did figure you after me after all. That is why you get the remote control over any of the others."

"So do I have other sibling ?"

"Probably one C, but only a few that matter."

He takes a eminence pad off the table side by side to him and writes some thing down.

"These are the addresses where you'll chance your sibling. You're one of my two sons. The residual are daughters."

I take the paper and look down at the five reference and the names written next to them. They're the public figure of the female parent and my siblings names. He gives me a run down of who the siblings are and how he knew the mother. He lays back in his bed.

"I don't have a lot of fourth dimension left junior. I just didn't want to result you with questions."

He closes his middle and waves me out the threshold. I leave and head home for the night.

The succeeding day I head into work, remote in my sac. I get a couple of Weird looks as I go through the metal detector when I pull the remote out, but no one says anything. That day my productiveness and tone are through the roof. I get Sir Thomas More done in an hour that our fastest hoi polloi would do in two. Everyone pats me on the vertebral column and jokingly asks for my service, asking what I'm on. I laugh it off and gouge the remote lightly in my pocket, but not everyone is pleased to see me do well.

Later on my coordinator, a taller brunet woman with pallid hide named Riley, approaches me, looking down at me through her glasses. She starts questioning me about how I'm doing so well. She such a bitch, everyone hates her. I give her overbold ass reply. I shouldn't lecture back to her but I can't help it. She's light up pissed off that I'm getting prescribed and is trying to knock me down a peg in her own passive aggressive way.

"I see you've been flooding the conveyer all day. Not trying to leave way for your partners to pick ?"

"I see you're still giving mass shit for no reasonableness. They have stack of room, I'm making sure enough of it."

Her expression turns a little read, angry at my response. She goes on a rant on how I have to leave alone more infinite for ten mo before walking away. From the front she's not much, B cup tits, low cut shirt. I hate her but she does sustain the gracious ass. She wore leg covering today and her ass ripples with each of her heavy, angry measure as she storms away. My stopcock starts growing, and I can't resist.

"Hey, Riley ? Can you check out that box there ? The recording label might be wrong."

She turns and glares at me, but then stops the conveyer knock and leans over the box to look at the label. perfect tense. I hit pause on the distant and pass over to her and slap her bequeath ass cheek with all my persuasiveness, a pair of time. I sliding my digit into the waistband of her leg covering and pull them all the way down to her ankle and dedicate her ass few more smacks on the Lapplander English. I then spread her unadulterated ass and get a secure look as her kitty and asshole. I can't resist slipping between her legs and eating her pussy for a bit. My clapper slips up and down her snatch and circles her button before I suck on it for a bit. She tastes damn skillful and it's only making my cock harder. I tongue her hole a bit and squeeze my fingers in. I start to notice that her body is reacting to the stimulant even though times is frozen. Her pussy is getting soaked, and I'm ready to take replete advantage of the perspective I have her in. I stand up and get behind her, grabbing her hip with one hand and lining my cock up to her dripping wet hole with the early. I slam into her as hard as I can, I'm not trying to be gracious. I pump my putz in her as intemperately as I can. I grab a hand for of her hair and take out her point back as I piston in and out, making gimcrack slapping noises. I start smacking her ass again as I push her consistency more in the box while I fuck her. I feel my cum starting to build and I pick up more swiftness. I'm gon na cum inside her. I feel my knees start to buckle a niggling as I release a massive load into her waiting slit. I groan with each passing wave as I unload rope after R-2 inside her. When I pull out my cum starts to drip down her second joint. My pecker is still tough though and I spread her ass again. I spit on her asshole and line my cock up with it and thrust my rooster hard into her tight ass, up to the base. I want this to offend, I grab her rosehip with both custody and start slamming into her asshole, over and over. I smack her huge ass until it's a deep red. I can feel myself getting ready to cum again so I give her one shoemaker's last upright, hard thrust and cum deep in her asshole. My cock starts to weaken and I pull it out with a soft plop. I claim her panties as a trophy then pull her leg covering up. I can see wet dapple where my cum is leaking out of her, I chuckle and straighten myself up. I make sure enough I'm back where I was standing before and hit the play push. Riley begins to speak.

"It's corr- OH FUUUUUUCK !"

Her ramification buckle and kickoff to shake, she has her arm on the box to support her. Her ventilation is ragged while she recovers from the ‘ random'orgasm she just had. He face rosiness read and everyone stares at her. She's visibly confused, as she looks around.

"What are you all staring at ! ? Get back to work !"

She try's to get her composure back a little before running off on her still shaky ramification. I smile and get back to employment. I'm gon na enjoy having the power to fuck whoever I want .