A continuation of a series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

“The direction in this movie sucks. The actors are always just, like, standing around and looking at random things off-screen. What the fuck are they doing?” I sat forward on the bed, taking another sip of Moosehead.

“Oh, wow, I’m sorry that you don’t appreciate the artistry of fucking Zombie Battle Whores Part 2.” Ella was laying back on her elbows, rolling her eyes as she tried to watch the movie around my head.

“I’ve yet to see a single battle whore, let alone a zombie battle whore.”

“There’s a lot of plot to establish, okay? It’s only been twenty minutes.”

“You know I love schlock. But this is boring schlock. And such a promising title…”

“You think that you could do better?” Ella was sitting up now, her always messy top-bun sliding to the left. “It’s motherfucking Felini over here.”

“Hey, I’m good at directing you.”

“Not in a movie.”

I looked at Ella–who was, frustratingly, wearing nothing but an oversized hoodie, pink and white thigh-high socks, and a pair of pink lace boy shorts–and then back at the TV. “Do you wanna be in a movie?”

She laughed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think you know what I mean.”

She bit her lip–a tell that she was starting to get turned on. The feeling was mutual, there was an obvious bulge pushing against my sweatshorts.

“You want to film me sucking your dick, Sir? You’re bad.” But she was already crawling towards me on the bed, her hand slipping between my legs and rubbing my pounding erection.

“Get on the floor.” I stood up, grabbing my phone from the dresser and opening the camera.

Ella did as she was told, gazing up from on her knees while I tested the angle. “Say: I’m a pretty little slut.”

“I’m a pretty little slut,” she mimicked, wiggling her hips.

“And I like sucking my Sir’s cock.”

“And I love sucking Sir’s cock.” She opened her mouth, tongue dangling, a teardrop-shaped strand of spit collected at the tip. “Don’t you want me to put it in here.” She pointed at her open mouth.

“You’re really playing it up for the camera.”

“I’m a natural actress,” she wiggled her ass again, proudly.

“Take my cock out.”

She obliged, small hand wrapping around the base of my shaft and pulling it above the hem of my shorts. “So big, Sir.”

“Can you fit it in your tight little mouth?” I zoomed in a little, capturing a closeup of my cock sliding against her tongue.

“I’ll do my best, Sir.”

“No. You will fit it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Suck it. And keep your eyes up here.”

Her lips wrapped around the enlarged tip, blue eyes staring dutifully into the camera as she began to take it. She moved her lips just to the thick rim of my cockhead, bobbing up and down like she was sucking on the phallic head of a popsicle. She was messy. Loud. Clearly working up an excessive amount of saliva while she sucked me. It began to run down her chin. Then her neck. That perfect, slender neck that I loved to grab and squeeze–just the right amount–when I was inside her.

“Don’t be afraid to be noisy. C’mon, sweetheart, make it loud for the camera.”

Ella squeezed her thighs together. Her free hand–the one that wasn’t stroking my cock in the wake of her mouth–slipped under her hoodie and into her panties. I knew it turned her on when I used pet names.

“Gluck, mmf, gluck, gluck, mhm, mmm,” she was doing good. Noisier than usual. And she was usually pretty fucking noisy. I put my right hand on the back of her head, following her motions at first, but then gently pushing her, encouraging to take my cock deeper, more slowly, the camera recording every salacious second.

“Okay, now part your lips. Open your mouth as wide as you can. I really want to hear those gagging noises when I’m hitting the back of your throat.”

Ever the good girl, she did exactly as instructed, but even better. She pulled her hand from her clit and used her fingers to fish-hook both sides of her mouth, holding it open as she slammed against me, my shaft pounding against her gag reflex.

“Gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, mmh, gluck,” absolutely obscene noises as drool began to noticeably glob onto her grey hoodie.

I dug my fingers into the back of her head and started thrusting my hips, burying my cock further into her throat. Making louder noises. It was hard, but I tried to keep my phone steady even as I began to fuck her face properly. “That’s fucking it. Take my dick like a good fucking girl. Swallow it. Fucking swallow every goddamn inch.”

“Mmhm, mmf,” she nodded eagerly, mouth still glued around my cock.

“Put your hand back in your panties. I want you to rub your fucking clit while you gag on my dick.”

More nodding, top-bun swaying violently. Hand down between her thighs, digging into her boy shorts. She shifted her hips forward and back, grinding against her fingers. I felt her throat vibrate with pleasured moans.

I shifted, nearly dropping my phone in the process, grabbing ahold of her bun, spit now slick on either side of my ballsack. I leaned back, getting a better angle, capturing Ella sucking my dick and fingering herself.

Now she tightened her lips and pressed her tongue hard against the underside of my cock, increasing the friction, bringing me so close to orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck,” pounding back and forth, ballsack slapping against her wet chin. “I’m gonna have to cum on your face, okay? Gotta get the money shot.”

“Mhm, mhm,” she nodded, sucking harder, sensing my impending orgasm. She was popping her hips more aggressively now, ass pushing out from her hoodie as she rapidly circled her clit.

I pushed until the last possible millisecond, pulled out, and shot a thick rope of cum across Ella’s right cheek. Another landed smack dab in the middle of her forehead and began to run down the bridge of her nose. Another shot across her left eyebrow. Then a fourth for her left temple. Somehow, I stayed relatively steady, capturing my cumshot as it made a mess of Ella’s face. I pushed my cock back between her lips, “Suck me clean and don’t stop fingering yourself. I want you to cum with my dick in your mouth.”

She did as she was told, her wrist moving rapidly as she kept stimulating her clit, mouth sucking, sucking, sucking, until she tensed and–”ah!”

Her own orgasm rolling through her body, her lips shaking along my sticky shaft. She leaned back, giving me the opportunity to catch her panties, which had an obvious wet spot in the crotch. She slapped my flaccid cock against her cheek, rubbing it against the semen, eyeing the camera.

“How was that, Scorsese?”

“Fucking great. I’ll be jerking off to that later.”

She frowned, “Hm, maybe use my pussy instead?”

I grinned, patting her on the head before turning to find a towel, “You’re such a good girl.”