A continuation of a series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

That first, chilly autumnal breeze always brings something strange to Monroeville, Officer Peterson. And this year, it’s terror.

“Mhm, fuck, mm, fuck, that’s it.”

Midwest Massacre was droning in the background while Ella grinded against my cock. She was in my lap, her peach of an ass sliding back and forth. She was using my shaft as a stand-in for the corner of her pillow, sliding her clit against me and drawing closer to orgasm. I palmed both of her ass cheeks, making her move faster. She was still wearing her chunky wool sweater. Donegal. Sexy as hell as it slid down her right shoulder.

“Oh god, oh god, I’m gonna–”

Her entire body convulsed against mine, an electric shiver running from head to toe as she came on my cock. She kept grinding, squishing my shaft between my abdomen and hers as she slid her clit up it a final time. Another big shiver as she fell against me. I gave her a moment to calm down before directing her to the floor. On her knees, between my legs while I stayed on the couch.

“Put it in your mouth.”

“Yes, Sir,” she nodded at me, her small hand sliding around my hilt as she began to suck my swollen tip. She was getting good. Liked to use “Sir” all the time now. Sometimes it even slipped out when we were in public–when I bought her a coffee or held a door open for her, she’d say “Thank you, Sir” without thinking.

She started hot and fast, my cock already slick from her juices. Her lips slid down the length of it, pushing further, further, further, until she stuck out her tongue and licked my ballsack. Her messy topknot–always bouncing, in danger of collapsing down her shoulders–made a great handle.

I loved it when Ella was turned the fuck on. She practically devoured my cock. Up and down. Tongue sliding hungrily over my swollen manhood, like she was trying to taste every last centimeter. Then plunging down again, shoving me down her throat as she opened wide, pushing as far as she could. And she could go far now. These past few weeks have been productive. She could deepthroat like a fucking champ.

Spit started to run down her chin. “Aw, you’re going to get that nice sweater messy,” I teased while grabbing her head and shoving her down, forcing her to hold my cock down her throat for a few beats. I let her up, and she started to lick a thick line of saliva that was running towards my balls.

“You told me that it should always be sloppy, Sir.”

“That’s a good girl,” pushing her down again. Pulling her back. Pumping her like the cutest little fucktoy on my cock.

I’m not sure it’s such a good idea to run into the corn maze while we’re being pursued by a masked psychopath…

The flickering haze of that ‘70s gem, providing a lovely backdrop for our session. The sparse analog synths pulsing while Ella sped up. She looked up at me, searching for approval.

I grunted, hand sliding down to her neck and squeezing affectionately, “Fuck, that’s a good girl. I love the way you suck my cock.”

“Mhm, mmf,” she moans with me throbbing in her mouth. I fucking loved when she did that–those slight vibrations surrounding me while she slobbered down my length.

“Put your index and middle fingers inside your cunt.”

“Mhm, mm, yes, Sir.” Ella rolled her hips back, her lips still grasping my dick while she shoved her fingers between her legs.

“And? Are you wet?”

“Dripping, Sir.”

“Push them deeper.”

“Mm, ah~”

“All the way. I want you to feel your wetness in your palm.”

“Oh fuck, fuck.”

“Keep sucking my dick.”

“Mhm, mhm,” she practically slammed her nose against my pubic bone, sloppily slurping me down while she grinded against her palm. I glanced over her, watching her ass pop out and back in–god, so fucking hot. I loved how desperate she looked when she bucked her hips like that–so fucking needy, such a little slut.

I pulled her sweater up, shoving it into the pool of spit that was collecting between her collar bones. She didn’t have a bra on and I immediately went for her left nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. Ella fucking loved nipple play.

“Ah, ah,” she took a breath, holding my wet cock against her cheek as she moaned, riding her palm harder.

Her spit was absolutely drenching my cock at this point. Running down in thick rivulets. I felt it sliding over my balls, starting to pool on the velvet couch.

“You like that, dontcha? Love sucking my dick like a needy little slut.”

“Mhm, mhm,” she nodded, my cock hitting the back of her throat. Pulling up for a breath, she begged, “Will you please fuck me? Please, Sir? Put it inside my pussy. I’m so fucking wet. I need you.”

Part of me wanted to say no, just to make her beg harder, but I wanted to be inside her tight fucking cunt right then and there.

Ah, my shirt. I tore it on that stupid tree branch…

A little bit of gratuitous schlocky horror movie nudity while I stood up–deliberately sliding my soaking cock across Ella’s face in the process–grabbed her by the hips and pushed her against the nearest wall. I had her spread her hands against it, so that I could fuck her from behind.

“Rub your clit while I’m inside you,” I growled while positioning my thick cockhead against her narrow opening. I loved that initial sensation, slowly pushing against her, forcing her to open just wide enough to take me. Hands digging into her plump ass cheeks while I pushed past her soaking lips. My thighs flexing against her as I sank into her pussy. God, so fucking tight. So wet.

“Fuck, fuck me, Sir.”

I shoved her sweater up, over her tits. One of my hands twisting her pert pink nipple while she bucked her hips against me. “That’s it. Take it. Fucking take all of it. God, so fucking tight.”

SMACK

My hand jiggling her ass while I picked up my pace. Heavy ballsack slapping against her vulva.

Heightened chase scene on the staticy television. Synth stabs. Pounding bass. Heavy. Inside her. Harder. I could tell she was biting her lip, close to cumming, small hand rubbing in furious circles around her clit. I gave her nipple a small tug–knew she liked it.

“Ah, ah, ah–!”

And just like that, her body convulsing again, but mine too this time. Cock pumping inside her. Emptying. Cum. Sticky. Hot. Pushing deeper. Pouring out of my swollen cockhead. Filling her cunt. Moving faster as I throb. Again and again. Rope after rope as she clenches around me. Keeping me inside. Making me make a mess of her pussy. I could feel her thighs against mine–sticky, slick, a line of cum beginning to drip down.

“Fuck.” I held her against the wall. Kissed her shoulder. Sweat.

Yelling in the background. A chase sequence.

“Holy shit,” she mumbled, one final shudder running through her up her chest. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re such a good girl.” Pulling out, flaccid cock slapping against her upper thigh.

“Should, should we restart the movie?”

“Yeah, it sounded pretty good. Put on a pair of panties and let’s check it out.”