This story revolves around a consensual non-consent scene. Though it's light-hearted, it's still CNC. If this particular kink doesn't appeal to you, I recommend enjoying some of the other fine smut available 'round these parts.

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“This movie is fucking awesome,” Ella was talking through a mouthful of popcorn.

“Eh? Really? It’s kinda–I don’t know, slow.”

We were watching Neighborhood Phantom, a low-budget home invasion thriller from the 80s.

“Okay, sure,” Ella was sitting on her knees, eyes glued to the flickering television, “but it’s tense. And you should, at least, appreciate all the ridiculous nudity.”

“It’s not ridiculous. It’s very important to the overall plot. How else would I know that Jenny enjoys wearing nothing but panties and a tank top when she’s home alone? That’s critical to my understanding of her character.”

Ella stared at me blankly for a moment before turning her attention back to the movie, “It rules and there are two sequels!”

“The third one involves a satanic cult that resurrects the Phantom, so that could be pretty–”

“Derivative. Blah blah blah. It’s always a satanic cult. Why can’t it occasionally be a Christian cult?”

“Point taken, but I guess a satanic cult is technically Christian. Plus, it was the 80s, Satan was kinda having a moment.”

“I don't care about that but...” Ella twirled a strand of hair around her finger, which she always did when she was about to say something great, “I fucking love the home invasion aspect. It kinda turns me on.”

“Oh yeah?” I paused, thinking for a moment, “I have a potentially amazing idea.”

Even though my ideas were typically incredible, she gave me a skeptical look.

“It’ll be the perfect way to celebrate the best fucking holiday.”

And so that’s how I ended up stumbling around in the bushes outside Ella’s house in a Ghostface costume. I had the voice changer and everything. The cloak, however, was annoying as fuck. It kept getting caught on branches, which made it exceptionally difficult to be fucking stealthy. But I persevered. Peeking into a ground-floor window, I saw my target: Ella was lounging on her couch, wearing a white crop top, a pink thong, and black thigh highs. She was clearly scrolling on her phone, probably watching more anxiety-inducing videos on TikTok.

Watching through the narrow eye-holes of my mask, I gave her a ring–from a masked number, obviously.

“Hello?”

Voice changer on. “Did you know your vehicle’s warranty is about to expire?”

“Pretty sure I don’t have a warranty at all and–”

“I’m just kidding. Brave of you to answer an unknown number.”

“I like to live dangerously.” She was on her stomach, her feet in the air, wiggling them back and forth as we chatted. “Who is this?”

“A friend. A good friend.”

“A friend? I don’t recognize your voice.” “No? Maybe you don’t know your friends very well.” I slipped around the corner of the house, moving towards the backdoor.

“Uh, pretty sure I do, mister. What are you, a telemarketer?”

“Let’s say that I’m conducting a…survey.”

“What kind of survey?”

“About horror movies.”

“Oh, that’s–”

“It is almost Halloween after all.”

“Yeah, I guess–”

“What’s your favorite horror movie, Ella?”

There was a pause. I opened the backdoor slowly.

“How do you know my name?”

“I told you. We’re friends. Very good friends.”

Creeping down the hallway.

“And I told you that I don’t recognize your voice.”

“Let me clarify, sweetheart. What I mean is we’re about to be very good friends.”

I could hear her breathing as I walked slowly–careful not to make a sound–towards the living room.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

I was in the room. I could see her ass swaying back and forth as she waited for a response.

“Hello?”

I leapt onto the couch, straddling Ella and grabbing her by her ponytail.

“Oh fuck!” She rolled onto her back, kicked at me, squirmed from my grip, fell onto the floor. Then got up and started running up the steps. I was right on her heels. On the second floor I grabbed her ankle, pulling her down onto the carpet. She kicked at me, barely escaping and darting off into a bedroom.

But where was she going to go from there? A closet?

Yep.

I stepped inside. The room was quiet. Looked under the bed. In the bathroom. Not a soul. Then I stood outside the closet door, knowing that she could see me through the slats.

“It was a fun chase while it lasted,” throwing the door open, I shoved my hand through a rack of sweaters and grasped Ella’s shoulder. Pulled her out.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, no, lemme go you son of a–”

I manhandled her, wrapping my arm around her waist and then pushing her forward. She fell onto her stomach on the bed.

“Get offa me!”

I grabbed her ass. Smacked it. Groped it. My hand slipped beneath the thin band of her thong and I snapped it down to her thighs.

“What are you fucking–”

She shut up as soon as I shoved my index finger inside her pussy. “Someone’s fucking tight. Should I stretch you out tonight?”

Ella looked over her shoulder at me, biting her lip. She was fucking drenched. I held her face down on the bed, my right hand wrapped in her hair as I fingerfucked her.

“Uh, uh, unf, fuck, uh,” She sounded so fucking pathetic, her ass jiggling as I buried my palm against it. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done this very thing to her before, but the extra foreplay afforded by the home invasion set-dressing made it approximately twelve times hotter.

I clambered onto the back of Ella’s thighs. She looked at me, her eyes looking a bit glazed, but still, she tried to fight back, “Uh, lemme go, you stupid, fuck, god, why does it feel so good.”

“See? Didn’t I say we’d become fast friends? Look how much you fucking need this.” I added my middle finger to her slit, spreading her as I pushed as deep as I could. I flipped my palm towards the mattress so that I could run my fingertips along the top of her pussy, feeling each rugae in turn until I drew her wetness into my palm. Then I was back inside, repeating the same motion over and over as she whined louder and louder.

I teased her just enough, brought her close to the edge, then abruptly stopped. She looked over her shoulder, clearly frustrated, opened her mouth, about to say something snarky, I’m sure. But I caught her off, pulled her around by the hair, dragging her off the bed and to her knees. Her thong was still around her thighs, which made her look almost obscenely needy as I shoved her lips against the fabric of my cloak. “You look like you wanna taste it.”

As I moved her face back and forth against the polyester, she mumbled in protest, “Mmph, mmph, nooof.”

“Oh? You said that you don’t just want a taste, you want the whole damn thing?” I unzipped my jeans. “My pleasure.”

Of course I was already rock fucking hard. I had been since I snuck in through the backdoor. Given the intensity of the scene, I didn’t bother with a warmup. It was my hand on the back of her head thrusting her onto my shaft, forcing as much down on the first go as I could manage.

“Glulunf, gluf,” she gagged against me, a third of my cock still not wet.

I pushed harder. “C’mon, I know you can take the whole thing.”

Slowly, I worked my way down her throat until her bottom lip grazed my balls. She squeezed her eyes tight, a tear running down one cheek as she tried to swallow around me. Her green eyes darted up at me and I could see her fucking clench when she saw that stark white mask staring back down at her.

I could feel it in the way she started to suck my cock too. She was absolutely throbbing with need. Her fingers dove between her legs, buried in the squishing wetness of her pussy. She started to slobber on me perhaps more aggressively than ever before. Instant gluck gluck gluck as she nearly pounded her nose against my pubic bone. I kept my hand on the back of her head, but didn’t have to exert any force. She was doing all the work for me.

But I had a thought while she was gagging herself with my cock: I wanted her to fucking cum during this scene. Had to ensure it. So I pushed her backwards, a thick glob of saliva snapping from my cockhead to her chin, running down her neck. I shoved her against the bed, lifted her up onto it, tore her fucking panties off. Spread her legs, plunged between her thighs with my mask still on, teasing her opening, rubbing against her clit, letting her wetness dab the mask.

“Unf, ah, ah, fuck I–”

I pushed the mask up, sitting it atop my head as I started to suck her clit. Her hands grabbed my shoulders as I flattened my tongue against her pounding nub. Up and down, up and down, flicking aggressively at each apex. Then I swirled in circles around it, my index and middle finger slipping inside her pussy as I drenched her in my spit.

She began to move her hips against me, spasming hard each time I flicked her clit with my tongue. I flipped my hand palm-side up so I could drag my fingers towards her g-spot. I was demanding that she come to me, that she come for me. My free hand shot up her top–wet with spit, disheveled–and grabbed for a nipple. I rolled it between my thumb and index finger, pulling it out gently in response to her soft moaning.

And then that soft moaning turned into something more akin to loud whining. She pushed against me, her hands gripping my shoulders, the back of my neck. “Uh, uh, unf, like that, like that.”

So I did it like fucking that. Tongue casting webs of saliva across her thumping teardrop, fingers drawing a fucking profoundly sticky wetness into my palm, thumb gently running rings around her nippple. All working in tandem until she dug into my shoulder blade with a small “Ah!”

Her body sizzled and shivered, her fingers digging into me, telling me to fucking stop it’s so goddamn sensitive right now. I backed off, letting her orgasm roll through her, pulling my mask back down and standing up to gaze upon my glorious handiwork.

“Just what I always wanted,” my voice still behind the modulator, “a needy, but satisfied, slut.”

Ella was breathing heavily, looking up at me in a daze as I climbed on top of her. “Now it’s my turn.”

My cock could now very well have cut through a diamond. I shoved it inside her, pushed her knees up to her tits and fucked her so hard that my balls slapped against her soaking slit. I grabbed her throat, squeezing tightly as I reached towards my own orgasm.

“Fu-fu-fuck, cum for me, please fucking cum in me,” she begged deliriously.

And I did precisely fucking that. With one final, hard thrust, my cock began to throb inside her, shooting out rope after rope of cum. I filled her the fuck up. Kept fucking her. Semen starting to drip down her thighs. Down my cock. Still fucking her. Until I couldn’t anymore. Cock finally softening. I pulled out. Sat on the edge of the bed, flaccid cock against my thigh. Mask up.

“Whew, fucking hell.”

“That was…” Ella was still catching her breath, “so fucking hot.”

My cum was pooling near her ass.

“I think I need a minute.”

I touched her thigh, squeezing it gently. “Catch your breath.”

“Whew…….so fucking good. Goddammit.”

I chuckled, “Told ya it was a great idea.”

“Can we please–please--marathon Scream now?”

“Obviously.”