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You had meant to try and attack the maniac so he was unconscious.
You had meant to stay on the phone with 911 when you called about an intruder.
You had meant to run. To hide. To scream and fight. To claw and bite your way to the door and outside. You had meant to do everything in your power to keep him from you.
But you hadn’t meant to end up on your back with his hot, wet, sloppy mouth on your pussy. You are splayed out on the expensive French carpet rolled out in the foyer, your thighs spread and his big hands pinning them apart so he can better plunge his tongue in your tight, dripping hole. “Oh, my God!” you moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. To anyone else, you’d appear possessed, the whites of your eyes visible beneath your long lashes.
The man, rippling with lean muscle under his wifebeater, suspenders, stained jeans, and boots, peels his lips, soaked in your juices, back to stare at your puffy pussy in front of him. “S-So p-pretty,” he hoarsely stammers, staring at your cunt dripping with your juices and his saliva.
He hooks his big hands underneath your ass, lying stomach flat in front of you. It has to be uncomfortable but then again, he’s also been living in the walls of his own mansion for years. Awkward positions are probably nothing for him. You can only see his dark brown eyes and pink lips beneath the cracked mask that he turned up slightly just so he can properly swallow your pussy.
He dives back in without another word, sloppily making out with your pussy the same way he did you just a moment ago. He was forceful and rough yet careful, gripping your body to him. He palmed your ass and rubbed his cock against you in a way that made you believe that it’s been years since he’s been with a woman.
Or he hasn’t ever been with a woman at all. He is like an animal, greedy and impatient, taking your pussy as it will be the last time he will do so…and if the cops come like they are supposed to, it will be. You writhe and buck your hips on the floor, rolling them up to meet the thrusts of his wonderfully fat tongue. “Please,” you whisper. “Please, Choso.”
It is the same words you whimpered to him when he loomed over you as you cowered on the carpet, trembling in fear. He had practically exploded out of the ugly, floral wallpaper and drywall and it sounded like a bomb went off inside the walls. You were screaming and on the phone with a 911 dispatcher when it happened, a butcher knife from the kitchen held in your trembling hand. You couldn’t even run when he came walking out of the gigantic hole he made with the hammer he had–you were too afraid and too astonished to move.
“Ma’am?” the dispatcher shouted into the phone. “Ma’am! Answer me! Are you still there?!”
“He…he…” You could barely form words as you watched Choso–the Choso who used to be a little boy, not the fucking doll you were put in charge of babysitting–crawled out of the walls, standing a head taller than you and quite menacing.
“He’s coming out of the walls,” you whispered.
You didn’t know who the fuck he was at first. You thought he was a total stranger who broke into your employers’ home for their riches. You fell asleep on the couch in front of the blazing fireplace when you heard the tap-tap-tapping of something up against the walls…like something was inside of them.
At first, you passed it off as a rat in the walls. You had seen them scurry about outside since it was the autumn time. You didn’t let them bother you, even looking up ways to catch them or keep them away from the mansion. You couldn’t afford to let anything spook you out of an easy job like watching over an old rich couple’s mansion and their “son” aka a porcelain doll that gave you the creeps.
Even if the stuff that spooked you for the past month since you’ve been here were weird noises at night, like bumps coming from the attic and the creaking of doors. You passed those off as rats and wind from the cracked windows, not ghosts or supernatural shit. You wouldn’t let yourself think like that (even though you’d sleep with the bathroom light on and your phone nearby).
But tonight, when you heard those taps and bumps again inside the walls, you had a gut feeling that it wasn’t a rat or some animal. Especially when you heard a muffled voice yell out from behind the wall, “Let me out…let me out!” It was a hoarse, growl-like scream like his vocal chords hadn’t been used in centuries.
Fear exploded throughout your body and you tossed yourself off of the couch to run to the door…only to find the knob taken off. You then grabbed your phone and ran to the kitchen for a knife. He had just started breaking down the wall, tearing out chunks of drywall to make an entryway for himself.
You were panicking as you dialed 911, keeping the knife clutched in your palm. “911, what is your emergency?” the woman asked.
“There’s someone in my house,” you fearfully whispered. “I-I mean the house I’m looking after. Someone broke in! Please help me!”
You heard Choso growl like he was a damn bear and a loud crash that made you jump. “Are you able to hide?” the woman asked. “I just sent an alert to the police and they’re on their way. Or are you able to get out of the house?”
Yes and yes, but there were two problems with both. Though the house was filled with closets and rooms you could’ve locked yourself in, you knew that if this intruder had a weapon, a hiding spot wouldn’t matter. And though there is a backdoor to the house, you left the key in the living room where the intruder was.
But you had to try your luck. “I-I’ll try to get out,” you told the woman. You scrambled back into the living room, right when a hole was appearing in the wall beside the blazing fire. And when a hand creeped out to rip the drywall to chunks, you began to scream. It was something out of a horror movie–a man coming out of the walls, right below a framed photo of a little boy with black ponytails, a stoic expression, and sad eyes in a sailor suit.
After telling the woman that “he” was coming out of the walls, he had busted his way through and was standing in the living room. You didn’t stop to pay attention, even when he stood in the flickering firelight, covered in drywall. He had dropped the hammer he had in his fist but you didn’t care about that. You just attached, swinging the knife down in an effort to distract him…but he caught your fist before you could.
His eyes, like two deep, brown pools, stared back at you. Empty. Void of anything that was remotely human. He smelled shockingly good of someone who had been in the walls though his skin was slick with sweat. He grabbed at you, making you drop the knife to the floor. He pushed it away with his boot as he grappled with you, trying to get you to do…whatever it is he was trying to get you to do.
You pushed at him, wriggling in his grasp until you fell hard on your ass on the floor. You attempted to crawl away–“attempted” being the operative word–, but you were too frozen with fear to move. He had loomed over you in a menacing way, muscles rippling and his face disguised by the porcelain doll mask on his face.
But when you saw his hair, though longer after years of age, pulled into those two ponytails like the boy in the photo, suddenly, everything clicked. Your eyes flickered towards the painted portrait of the little boy. The rich couple’s son. The doll that was replicated after him. “Choso?” you questioned.
He didn’t answer. He only held his hand out to you. When you didn’t take it, he forcefully yanked you up and that’s when the strangeness began: the rough kissing; the fondling; the groping over your ass in your leggings. This wasn’t a man who intended to kill you…or maybe not just yet. He wanted to fuck you first.
And if you wanted to survive, you were inclined to let him.
The man moans into your pussy now when you whimper his name, sending vibrations throughout your body that make you twitch. “Say it again,” he growled into your cunt before sucking on your clit. You whine, your hands falling into his hair. “Fuck, Choso!” you moan, gripping the black strands. “You’re doing so good! Keep going!”
You have the sense that he enjoys praise with the way his movements speed up, his tongue lashing you in ways that have your body twining and twisting like rope. His fingers massages you ass as he sloppily eats your pussy, lewd, wet sounds and desperate moans drifting through the air smelling of sex, sulfur, and burnt wood.
For never having eaten a woman out before, Choso is certainly a master at it. You can feel your orgasm cresting like a moon rising in the night sky as he laps at your slit and sucks on your puffy pussy lips before dipping his tongue inside of you, his nose swiping along your clit. “M’gonna cum, Choso,” you warn. “You’ve got me so close, baby.”
You clutch at his ponytails, desperation coursing through you as your muscles tense. He groans into your cunt, the sound vibrating up your hole to your core. “Cum,” he growls into your pussy. “Cum for me…j-just for me, Mommy.”
Something in the way his voice sounds–so hoarse with need–makes your body come undone. In an instant, you are cumming, spilling, and creaming all over his mouth onto his waiting tastebuds. He laps at you eagerly as you scream and whine in pleasure, your hips grinding up into his mouth for more. You practically push him deeper into your hole by the back of his head, gripping his ponytails for dear life as he takes you on the ride of a lifetime.
It is the best orgasm you’ve ever had.
When it finally fades, you feel supremely satisfied and reborn. You sit up to stare at Choso who stares back at you in wonder as he laps at your pussy drenched in your cum, cleaning you up. When you begin to whimper at the overstimulating sensations, he stops and moves away, licking his lips clean of you. You lean over to kiss him, but you must have done it too quickly because he flinches away.
“It’s okay,” you say softly, taking your hand to stroke his cheek. He leans into your touch and you finally kiss him, tasting yourself off of his lips. He deepens it, molding his mouth to yours. It gives you the impression that he hasn’t felt any kind of gentle touch or intimacy in years which saddens you. Despite him scaring you, he has yet to hurt you and doesn’t appear like he wants to…but then again, you can’t be too careful.
You pull away to give him a smile, trying to appear as disarmed as possible. “That was perfect,” you whisper to him. “Thank you, baby.” He shivers under your touch at the petname, his eyes staring so intently at you from behind his mask. “Now let me take care of you here,” you purr. “Will you let Mommy do that for you?”
Slowly, he nods, but curiosity blooms behind his gaze like a child. You strip off your sweater, leaving your tits exposed for him, his eyes paying close attention to them. Then you gently press onto his shoulders, causing him to lean back onto the floor. “Lie back,” you instruct him. “Let me see you, baby.”
As your hands cascade down his muscular thighs and calves to toy with the belt of his trousers, he seems to get the message. He helps you take off his pants before he works on his suspenders and top, stripping both of them off to reveal his body. He is lean muscle all over with a muscular chest, toned stomach, and legs sinewy with hair. Despite the situation, he is quite a specimen to behold.
And then your eyes drift down to his cock–thick, hard, and protruding from a nest of black curls. His head is as flushed as his cheeks and dripping with pre-cum that drizzles down his shaft like a vanilla ice cream cone. “You’re so hard,” you exhale, astonished at the mere sight of him. You tentatively reach one hand out to wrap around his shaft, earning a strained groan from the masked man. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” you coo.
He shakes his head, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. “Never…never had anyone,” he hisses out, grinding his hips up when you slowly begin to stroke him. Just as you suspected.
You then hike forward, pushing your bare ass in the air for his amusement, and taking a long lick up his cock. He groans, body arching for you, his hands grasping at his sides. “Then let me show you,” you whisper against his shaft. “Just relax for me, baby. Let Mommy take good care of you.”
And then you take him in his mouth and begin to suck. Choso’s eyes widen through the little holes of his mask as he watches your pretty mouth stretch around his cock, your head sliding up and down. Your gorgeous eyes stare into his as you blow him, your wet tongue sliding along every sweet, sensitive spot along his dick. “A-Ah,” he chokes out. “So…good! P-Please, Mommy!” Because his body can’t help it, his hands shoot for your hair and trails through your locks as you bob your head, sloppy sounds leaving your lips clamped tight around his cock.
You pull away for a moment to breathe but still frantically stroke him, his cock slick with your spit now. “Keep going?” you ask and he frantically nods, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Good?” you coo before taking the tip in your mouth and sucking hard.
“Y-Yes!” he groans. “Oh, yes! Fuck me!” His eyes roll to the back of his head, his hands gripping your hair to the point where it aches. But you keep going, even as your jaw grows slack and your knees burn slightly from the carpet. You need to give this man head of a lifetime because it may just save your life.
From the looks of it, Choso is enjoying every moment of your throat as you sink deeper, deeper, deeper down his cock. You practically swallow his tip and every ounce of pre-cum he has as the wet walls of your throat close around him. He is a groaning, whining mess, not at all appearing like the menacing beast he was when he broke himself out of the walls earlier.
You can feel him swelling in your mouth and hand, throbbing like a heartbeat. You pop off of his cock with a wet pop and give him a smile, his dick pulsing against your cheek. “You want me to fuck you, Choso?” you purr. “You want me to make you cum?”
Choso’s eyes light with a fire that thrills you. It is the fire of wanton lust and desire–the fire of a man who needs to be fucked. You decide to take thing a step further and climb on top of him to straddle him, your thighs spread and your pussy pressed against his cock. “Yes, Mommy,” he grunts, grinding his hips until against your cunt. “Please fuck me. N-Need you so bad.”
That is all the confirmation you need. Placing your hands firmly on his chest, you lift yourself up as he wraps a hand around himself. You grind your clit against him for a brief moment, soaking his tip in your juices, before you slowly sink yourself down onto his cock. You moan as his cock stretches you out deliciously, making himself known inside of the wet depths of you.
“Fuck!” you wail just as he hisses in pleasure as your silky, wet walls squeeze around his hard cock. His hands grasp your hips, nearly digging them into your skin. You begin to slowly grind against him, dragging your clit against his stomach as his cock pulses inside of you. “Take off your mask,” you whimper. “I wanna see you. Let me see your face, Choso.”
You think he will refuse, but to your shock, he takes his mask off with one hand. You’re not quite sure what you were expecting when he does–maybe something scarred and disfigured–but it isn’t at all what you think. He is absolutely beautiful. His skin is as white as his porcelain doll with the exception of his flushed cheeks. His brown eyes sparkle with life yet appear tired with purple rings underneath them. His lips are full and pink, his teeth white and straight with a sprinkling of dark hair coating his upper lip and sharp jawline.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs to you, saying the exact same thing that you are thinking of him. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” He grips you tighter, snaking his arms around your waist as you begin to bounce on top of him, plunging your pussy down onto his cock over and over again.
“Look at me,” you breathlessly demand. “Just look at me. Let me make you happy, Choso.” In the crackling firelight illuminated in his eyes, Choso stares you down, eye-fucking you as you fuck him with your dripping, wet cunt sliding all around him. The more you bounce, the closer he gets until he is whining for you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he grunts out, his face contorting in pleasure. “Need you! Need you more, Mommy!” He begins to fuck you back from below, slamming his hips up against yours. His movements cause his cock to slide deeper inside of you, hitting a spot that makes you see stars.
“Oh, shit!” you cry out, your tits bouncing in time with his quick thrusts. “Choso, yes! Fuck me, baby! That’s right, right there!”
He slows down slightly to stare up at you, surprise in his gaze. “Fuck you?” he hoarsely asks.
You frantically nod, cupping his face slick with sweat in your hands. You take one hand and gently take his ponytails out, releasing his black locks from the hairbands. Strands fall around his face, making him appear even more pretty yet also more menacing. “Yes, Choso: fuck me. Lay me down and make my pussy yours.”
Without another word, Choso swipes an arm around you and lays you down onto the floor before eagerly getting on top of you. Without waiting for the greenlight, he tosses one of your legs up over his broad shoulder and pistons his hips inside of you. The new position causes your eyes to bulge and inhuman sounds to leave your lips as his cock pistons in and out of you.
He comes down to press his body close to yours, rolling his hips back and forth, his ass pushing up and down as he grinds himself against you. You can’t keep yourself quiet, the pleasure too good. “Ah, yes!” you scream out, clawing at his muscular back. “That’s it! Fuck me like that! Just like that, oh!”
It is the best sex you’ve ever had in your life.
Choso turns his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as he fucks you dumb into the carpet. “Feels so good,” he groans. “M’gonna…gonna cum soon, M-Mommy.” You can hear it in the hitches of breath and soft groans he lets out as he jacks himself off with your pussy, your walls squeezing around him.
“You wanna cum with Mommy, baby boy?” you whisper in his ear. He frantically nods, whining as you wrap your legs around him, locking him in. “Keep fucking me then. Make us both cum.”
It is as if you have broken some spell or conjured up something hidden inside of him because the man that begins to fuck you into the floor is a fucking animal. Choso is merciless and rough as he pounds into you, making your entire body bounce and jiggle against his. You have to hold onto him just to hold onto something because he’s fucking you so fast, nearly fucking your pussy off of its hinges.
But you don’t dare ask him to slow down. You know he needs this and you want to survive this night. Then, in your pleasurable, fucked-out haze where fear mixes with arousal, you hear them, loud and blaring.
Sirens.
You tense and your heartbeat accelerates, realizing that your and Choso’s end is near. Choso’s head twitches as he tries to look up, but you quickly grasp his face and turn it to face you. “Don’t look,” you pant. “Just keep looking at me. Only me.”
And he does. He stares at you and you stare at him, silently sharing this moment with each other and the fact that your goodbye is nearing. So he continues to pound into you, desperation and need exploding in the deep, brown pools of his eyes. “Mommy!” he whines, speeding his thrusts up until you’re bouncing on his cock like a bunny. “Gonna cum soon! Gonna fuckin’ fill you up…make you mine!”
You frantically nod, feeling your second explosive orgasm coming like a speeding train as his balls slap against your clit. “Do it, baby!” you beg. “Please cum with me! Give it all to me, Choso!”
It only takes about five more frantic thrusts until finally, your pussy is quivering around him and you’re cumming. You let out a loud whine as your orgasm takes over, making you lock your legs and arms around Choso so he can’t get out even if he wanted to. “God, Y/N!” he groans, tensing as his cock explodes inside of you. A series of groans leaves his lips as he cums inside of you, ropes of spunk shooting inside of your cunt.
You gasp at the warmth of his load, knowing that this is one that has been kept back for a long time and has finally been released. The sirens get closer until they are right outside the door. Red and blue lights flash across the windows, coming through the curtains. Help is here.
Choso pulls out of you and stands, letting your pussy spill with his cum. He begins to pump his still-hard cock in your face, his eyes tight slits, his body flush with frustration and need. “More,” he growls. “Wanna give you more.”
You know exactly what he is doing and you know that he knows that the police have come for him. So you sit up and cup your tits for him, pushing them up higher for him. “Do it,” you order. “Before they come. Mark me up, baby.” You stick your tongue out, showing him the pink, flat space of your tongue for him to cover.
With a few more frantic pumps, he finally groans and tosses his head back, his eyes fluttering shut. You softly gasp as droplets of his warm spunk drip onto your tits and face, leaving you coated in him. It drips down your skin, leaving his scent all over you like some kind of fucked-up perfume.
BANG-BANG-BANG!
You and Choso jump at the loud knocking coming from the front door. “This is the police!” a male voice yells through the door. “If you don’t answer, we’re breaking down the door!”
You turn to stare at Choso and you notice that he is shaking though his jaw is set in a determined line. He turns to you, his eyes sad. “Go,” you whisper. “Hurry. Out the window before they catch you.”
Quickly, he kneels down to catch your chin in his hands and gives you a rough kiss that leaves your mouth aching. “I’ll find you,” he whispers against your lips. “I promise.”
BANG-BANG-BANG!
The knocking gets louder and soon, there is the obvious sound of something blunt shoving against the door. Choso is light lightening the way he picks up his clothes and quickly escapes to the back window. You watch as he opens it, tosses his clothes out into the bushes, and then turns to look back at you.
His gaze is fiery and intense, a promise in them. And then he puts his mask over his face before he jumps out the window naked and escapes into the darkness. You turn back around just in time to see the door splinter open, revealing the dozens of police officers stationed outside on the lawn. You have no time to cover yourself. You just lie there on the floor, naked and covered in Choso’s cum.
“She’s here!” one of the officers yells out, immediately coming over to you. His eyes widen at the sight of you and he quickly adverts his gaze to his team. “Jesus Christ, somebody get a blanket for her!”
A female officer steps in and grabs a duvet off of the couch just as her team come rushing in with guns drawn and flashlights flickering. They rush the entire house as the female officer comes to you, her eyes worried. “Miss, are you alright?” she asks, covering your naked body with the soft duvet. “Where’s the intruder?”
You don’t know how you can even speak considering what just happened. “H-He left,” you whisper.
The officer nods, gently stroking your back in an effort to calm you. “Can you tell me what happened? How did he get in here?”
Your eyes slowly trail over to the giant hole in the floral wallpaper and the hammer sitting on the floor that will soon turn into evidence. “He came from the walls,” you reply.