Enjoying the cool breeze of a summer night, I was stalked by the amazing Michael Myers from Halloween! Seems he had quite the appetite for pretty, young, sluts and I was about to get the fucking of a life time but do I manage to tell the tale?
Pictures taken in La Cuna City:
It’s been so hot recently and it is one particularly hot night and I couldn’t sleep. So I pulled on some skimpy pink outfit and went for a walk around town. Once outside it was a little cooler than in my bedroom and it felt nice to feel a breeze on my skin and I took a break by the old church. I lent on a nearby bench and enjoyed the cool summer air. Little did I know there was a shadowy figure watching me from the gateway.
I could suddenly hear some heavy foot steps and I turned to see who was there. However before I could investigate fully, the figure was upon me, standing right in front of me. I looked up at the tall, imposing figure and my jaw dropped. I gulped as I looked up into an expressionless white rubber mask. “Oh my God! It’s you!” I exclaimed. “Is it really you? Micheal Myers?” I couldn’t believe it. I was such a huge fan of Mr Myers, he had a very impressive kill count, one that made a girl like me go goey at the thought. He didn’t answer, just looked down at me with those dead eyes from behind his mask and he reached out with a large strong hand to firmly grab my shoulder. “I am such a big fan of yours..” I cooed, all star struck and shivering with excitement. I looked down and saw him holding a large kitchen knife and I gulped again as he brought it up to my chest “Oh.. I.. see…” I said as I realised I was probably about to become his next victim. “Oh this is such an honour Mr Myers…” I said with a nervous quiver to my voice but he didn’t seem to care and he slipped the blade between my heaving boobs and sliced off my tiny pink bikini top. He slid off my top and exposed my heaving tits. My heart was beating so fast as I looked up at the towering figure, proudly presenting my ample chest for him.
I think at this point he knew I wasn’t going to be one of those scared little lambs that would scream and try to run away, he had actually found a fan and he tilted his head, looking at me as I beamed brightly up at him. “You want a little fun Michael?” I giggled “Before you, well…. you know.” He seemed to know exactly what I was getting at and he unzipped his blood stained boiler suit, letting a large, hard cock spring free. It seemed this famous serial killer wanted to ‘enjoy’ what I had to offer. With any luck, I may please him so much that he will let me go and I could boast how I got to fuck Michael Myers. Although, knowing his reputation, that probably wasn’t going to be the case.
He reached up and cupped the back of my head, tangling his fingers into my long silky blonde hair and pulled me down towards that large erect shaft. I pressed my plump pink lips against his cock tip and rolled them slowly over his crown. I heard him groan lightly as I took his large prick into my mouth and started to hungrily suck on the murderer’s cock. I was bent at the hips and I wiggled my peachy pale ass teasingly as I sucked and slurped. One of his huge hands reached down to grope my cheeks, so perfectly shown off in my tiny pink shorts. I felt him slowly run the cold steel of the blade over my ass cheek and let out a muffled moan around his shaft.
I suckled hungrily on his cock for some time, pushing that thick long dick right down my young throat, enjoying every inch of this famous killer’s cock. I felt the sharp, cold blade slide down under my shorts and with a quick swipe, he sliced them off of me. The ruined shorts slipped down my thighs and onto the ground and I thought to myself “Well looks like I’ll be walking home naked…” before I remembered who I was sucking and that I probably wouldn’t be getting home.
I merrily sucked on this huge cock, pushing my face into his blood soaked overalls as I deep throated him and he seemed to rather enjoy the next girl on his list’s lips. He soon pulled me off of his cock with a sloppy pop and roughly forced me to turn around, pushing me against the bench. I felt him press his slippery crown against my soaking, exposed pussy lips and he hurriedly forced his huge crown into my young, tight pussy. I let out a gasp of delight as he stretched me wide and plunged deep into my welcoming folds. He was so big and he felt so good. I couldn’t believe I was being fucked by Michael Myers himself and I couldn’t help but squeal out for him to fuck me hard.
He certainly didn’t disappoint. He held that sharp blade up under my chin, pressing the cold steel against my throat as he grabbed my arm and thrust into me like a piston. His crown drilling deep into my belly as his hips slapped against my rounded ass cheeks. I couldn’t help but moan loudly in the dark church yard, enjoying every inch of his pounding prick.
We were not that far from the street, anyone could of walked past and see this serial killer fucking me hard over a bench with a knife to my throat. It was one time I hoped no one came by as they would probably assume I needed rescuing and deny us both the inevitable climax. As it happened, no one walked past, despite my loud lewd moans. I was close to cumming, my body was shuddering on Michael’s slick cock and I clamped down hard on his veiny shaft.
Suddenly his grip changed and his strong arm rose up quickly to wrap around my throat and he pulled me upright. My back arched as I was forced up against his chest and my rounded, heaving tits were proudly displayed as he started to take faster thrusts. Being held so firmly by this killer was so arousing, I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to and it was one of the hardest fucks I had in a long time. My 18 year old pussy was crying out with pleasure as he made good use of it.
My head was forced back and I couldn’t help but stare up at him and that’s when I saw it! That knife! He raised it high above me and my wide baby blue eyes locked on the shimmering blade as he held it high. Oh God, this is it! He’s going to do it! Staring at that blade as he held it above me with murderous potential almost drove me over the edge and I waited, for what seemed like an age, for the blade to fall.
That cold, staring rubber mask just stared down at me as he prepared to end this adventure. I was about to become the latest victim on his already very long list of murder. It was so exciting, I could barely contain myself. I was seconds away from being murdered by one of the most famous serial killers, seconds away from cumming all over his fat thrusting dick. Then, it came…..
He brought the knife down with a swift, powerful thrust, it was quick but to me, time seemed to slow right down as I watched the blade thrust towards me. With one single thrust, the knife plunged into my left breast with a satisfying thump. My eyes widened and jaw dropped open wide as the cold steel plunged into my young soft flesh. The blade instantly plunged deep into my chest and sliced my quickly beating heart in two! I shuddered and cried out lustfully as I felt the steel enter me and that was it, I came hard on his cock. He held me firmly as I shuddered and twitched. Partly because of the orgasm and partly from the knife in my heart.
It was such an experience to feel a proper professional finish me off. One single thrust, perfectly aimed and with little fuss. The knife had passed through my ribs and into my heart with such precision you’d only expect from someone with as much experience as Michael Myers. I rolled my eyes up and stared up at the cold white mask looking down at me as I could feel myself quickly fading away.
One of the most intense climaxes of my life, happened to be the last one I ever had and as I started to go limp I felt a warm, thick, sticky blast of cum flood my young belly. Michael came deep inside me as I died in his arms and as I looked up at the famous ghostly mask staring back at me, watching as the last strands of life were leaving me I couldn’t help but feel honoured. They say never meet your heroes but I thought Michael Myers certainly did NOT disappoint.
Once he finished gushing into me, he slowly let me go and I slumped to the floor, my last thought was wondering who would find my cum filled body. I was dead by the time I hit the ground, knife still deep in my chest. Michael stepped back and zipped himself back up, admiring his latest ‘artwork’ before we casually wandered off. Leaving my cooling corpse on the cold ground of the church yard, probably to be found in the morning by some dog walker.
Just another notch on the knife handle of one of the most famous serial killers in popular culture.