"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Mrs. Philips stopped to carefully turn around on the snow covered, slightly icy front walk and look at her daughter as Mr. Philips put their suitcases in the car. "I bet we could still get you your own room at the hotel."
"No thanks, Mom." Lizzy Philips smiled at her mother's final attempt of many to get her to come along on their post Christmas vacation to warmer climate. "Really, I should focus on my school project this week."
She spent the first week of her winter break with her parents for Christmas and was going to head back to the apartment she shared with two roommates when her parents went out of town. They suggested that she stay at their house instead. With no one else there for almost a whole week, it would give her the privacy and quietness she needed to focus on her school project. She couldn't deny that her roommates would likely distract her plenty if she went back to the apartment.
"I still can't believe they assigned you a project over winter break." Mrs. Philips shook her head in annoyance. "That never happened when you were in grade school."
"Well I'm in college now, Mom." Lizzy shrugged, not knowing what else to tell her. "Things work a lot differently."
After seeing her parents off, Lizzy started to head back inside, pausing when she noticed a figure slowly walking down the sidewalk on the other side of the street. She might not have paid him anymore attention if it wasn't for his pale mask. She didn't understand why he had it on. It was Christmas, not Halloween. If it was to hide his face because he planned to break into someone's unattended house for their freshly opened and potentially valuable Christmas gifts, he wasn't doing a very good job with hiding himself otherwise. He didn't seem to notice her at all, eventually turning the corner at the end of the street and disappearing from her sight.
Finally stepping back inside, Lizzy leaned against the front door after she shut it. She still had the masked man on her mind. More specifically, his body. She hadn't been able to tell much else about him due to that mask, but he was well built. He would have possibly been a lot of help for that college project of hers.
Pouring herself a glass of white wine, leftover from Christmas, she went to her laptop that was set up in her old bedroom. She would be spending a lot of time there over the next few days on her project. She didn't get to work on that just yet however. She started to search for something that the man's pale mask reminded her of. When she was a kid, she remembered hearing about the Halloween murders in Haddonfield. The man in the white mask who tried to murder his sister and then tried to murder his niece, butchering their friends and others in the process. Even though Haddonfield was several counties away, the murders affected everyone around for a long time.
While any pictures of the killer or his mask seemed nonexistent, Lizzy eventually found a page with a single picture, a sketch actually of what his mask looked like as described by one of the survivors. It was eerily similar to the mask the man was wearing outside. It couldn't be him though. From what she'd read while trying to find a picture of the mask, there hadn't been a confirmed sighting of Michael Myers in years.
Finishing her glass of wine, she took one last look at the sketch of the mask before closing the window and standing to get ready for her project. It only took her a few minutes, putting on a plain, loose t-shirt with no bra and gym shorts to hide her thong. Pouring a second glass of wine before getting on the bed with her laptop, she logged into her account on the webcam show site she belonged to. Her college project. Not for any class, but a way for her to make easy spending money while having fun at the same time. She didn't have a boyfriend at the moment, so she felt no guilt for being a performer on the site.
When Lizzy was ready, she opened her webcam and while she waited, set up some low music in the background. It wasn't long before people joined the room, some usernames she recognized, more that she didn't. She chatted with them as they typed messages to her. Some complimented her looks or begged for a quick peek at her goods while others talked in a more casual manner with her. It was slower than usual however due to the holidays and while she received a few tips, which she was of course thankful for, no one was throwing enough of the site's coins her way to pay for a private show.
As she was considering actually flashing her tits to see if that would send anyone over the edge into paying her for a private show, she heard the front door bang open. She bolted upright on her bed, listening for any footsteps or voices. It couldn't have been her parents. They would have called or texted her if something was wrong and they were returning home.
Climbing to her feet, Lizzy grabbed a baseball bat from underneath the bed and her cellphone before cautiously making her way downstairs. Half way down, she stopped. The front door was standing wide open with no one in sight. Not even the wet shoe prints she'd expect from someone coming in from the snow. She was pretty sure she locked the door after seeing her parents off, but if she didn't, it seemed entirely possible to her that the door simply blew open due to a sudden strong gust of wind.
Her heart rate slowing down slightly, she went down the remaining steps and having a quick peek outside, shut and locked the door. It was locked for sure this time. Laughing and shaking her head at what she assumed was her own forgetfulness, she turned around only to be slammed back first into the door by a large hand that wrapped strongly around her throat. Her eyes widened as she saw the white mask of the man who walked past outside earlier in the day. The man in the Michael Myers' mask.
Her hands quickly growing weak from his tight grasp cutting off her air, the baseball bat and phone slipped from her fingers to the floor with a clatter. He squeezed tighter at her throat, causing her wonder if he was going to strangle her then and there when he finally relaxed his grip. It was still firm, cold against her flesh, but she could breathe again.
Lizzy struggled under his grip, her comparatively small hands reaching up to grab at his hand. "Please don't hurt me!"
He tilted his head to one side, staring at her, his breathing calm and steady. She reminded him of so many girls from before. Begging, pleading with him. Their styles of clothing and hair might have changed, but their personalities were the same. Young and weak, easy to fool. This one couldn't have been more than a couple years out of high school. Her round breasts jutted out at him from underneath her shirt. Her wavy, blonde hair hung loose, resting partially over her breasts. He could feel his cock hardening at these sights. Sights he'd witnessed many times before, sometimes even touching them for himself. Enjoying them in the way their boyfriends intended to enjoy them. In the way her friends on that device that looked like a TV attached to a typewriter wished to enjoy them. His breathing suddenly got a little heavier underneath that pale mask.
Bringing his other, empty hand up to grab Lizzy with as well, he swung her into the living room and onto the sofa. He finally released her throat, but she was too stunned by his actions to react in time and attempt to flee. Reaching down, he wrapped his fingers around both her shorts and thong and yanked them down her legs, dropping them to the floor. Now she tried to kick at him, letting out a scream. He was still faster, unzipping his dark jumpsuit, his hard cock popping out, before wrapping his hands around her ankles. His slowly warming fingers pressed into her flesh as he forced her legs open and back, fully exposing her recently shaven pussy to him. It was still even slightly moist due to some of the thoughts she was having while on her webcam.
She knew exactly what was about to happen. "No! Please no!" God his cock was big. Long, thick, veiny. The head stood out too, the ridge between it and the shaft of his cock the biggest she'd ever seen outside of internet porn. "Please! I'll show you where all the jewelry is if you just leave me alone!" She could see the drop of pre-cum already forming on the tip. There was no stopping this.
Lizzy could only watch helplessly as he leaned in, his stiff cock poking, rubbing against her clit. This got an involuntary moan out of her and she resisted the urge to reach down, to help guide his cock exactly where he wanted it. Where she found herself wanting it after seeing it. She didn't want what he had in mind, but at the same time, her human desires were kicking in. Those same desires that brought her so much enjoyment in working on her college project.
He didn't need her help anyway, moving his right hand from her left ankle for only a second to grab his fat cock and force the head into the opening of her pussy. The moan she let out from the sudden stretching was more than enough of a distraction for her to not fight back with her free leg before he could get his hand back around her ankle. His breathing hitched as he slowly pushed his cock in deeper, the veiny shaft spreading her pussy in a way that maybe only her thickest toy could achieve. Her pussy quickly got wetter for him, unable to resist his still pushing cock just as much as she was unable to resist moaning in pleasure, gripping the cushions of the sofa with both hands.
He could feel her hot juices welcoming his cock. He didn't start pumping his hips quite yet despite his cock pulsing inside of her, wanting to cum. He'd learned from his prior, similar experiences that it was always better to drag things out. Better for him and as unintended as it might be, better for them too. Their moans pleased him, similar to their screams when he decided it was time to end them.
He pushed his cock farther into her pussy until his balls were pressing against her. She shook her head from side to side, moaning more, her pussy tightening hard around his cock, trying to milk it. She didn't cum, not yet. Pushing her legs back a little further, he gently rocked against her, the sudden tremor causing her pussy to pulse hard around his pulsing cock. As he did this, working slowly, careful to not send her over yet, he stared down at her, watching her face as she grit her teeth, only opening her mouth to moan, eyes closed, gripping the sofa tighter.
She was pretty sure he'd managed to get his cock deeper than she'd ever managed with any of her toys. It hurt a little to have that intrusion so deep within her and at the same time, it was driving her crazy. She might have yelled at him to stop rocking against her for a damn minute if she could catch her breath long enough in between moans. With that out of the question and him showing no sign of letting up on his teasing of her sopping pussy, she let go of the sofa cushion with one hand rub at her clit, quickly cumming. Her juices gushed against his long, fat cock, seeping out onto the sofa cushion beneath her.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good!" She kept rubbing her clit as she came, her body shuddering on his cock, her pussy squeezing his cock even tighter. He'd stopped rocking against her, but he did press his body more against hers, pushing his cock as absolutely deep as it could go inside of her. "Oh my god! Fuck!"
Just as Lizzy finished cumming, she started to bring her other hand to her pussy as well, trying to catch her breath again. She quickly brought the hand back to the cushion however when he pulled back only to thrust his cock all the way back inside of her, his balls slapping against her. Her body shuddered again, her pussy gripping his cock more, causing it to pulse harder inside of her. It wanted him to empty his balls inside of her. She wanted that. She almost wished he'd let go of her ankles and fuck her in a different position, but she realized that in a way, his restraining of her elevated her level of pleasure.
He grunted himself as he continued thrusting his slippery cock deep into her equally slippery pussy. Every time her pussy gripped his cock, he felt himself getting closer to cumming too. The head tingled, that sensation intensifying each time he backed his cock out, the ridge dragging along the walls of her pussy. He quit watched her face when she reached both hands to her pussy, applying her fingers flat against her crotch around his cock, pressing against the sliding shaft, her thumbs working her clit wildly.
Her moaning was getting louder. "Oh shit! You're going to make me cum again!"
Maybe it was her words or just the view of his cock ramming rapidly in and out of her hot, wet pussy. Or maybe it was simply time for him to cum. Because cum he did and it was hard. He pushed his cock as far as he could back inside of her pussy, launching several shots of his hot seed deep into her pussy. Her own juices again washed over his cock, more dripping out to the sofa, off of the backs of her legs and off of his draining balls.
For a moment, Lizzy could feel the hotness of his seed in her womb before it melded together with her own heat. Good thing she was on the pill thanks to those boys at college. She realized he'd stopped thrusting or even rocking his body against her, even loosening his grip on her ankles. Finally a chance for her to catch her breath.
"I'm not sure who you are, but that felt great." She reached up and tried to gently brush a hand against the cheek of his white mask. This caused him to pull away from her, his cock slipping messily out of her vagina. "I'm sorry, I wasn't going to hurt you!"
She stared up at him, rubbing the hand instead gently over her pussy, sensitive now thanks to his big cock. It was then that she realized the mess they'd made on the sofa cushion. If only she'd been able to lay a towel down ahead of time. At least her parents wouldn't be returning home for another four days.
"Why don't you come upstairs with me?" She stood up, knees weak and shaking, still looking at him. When she felt sure he wasn't going to attack her, she took his hand and led him upstairs to her room.
The first thing Lizzy saw when she returned to her room was the still open laptop. She'd forgotten all about it. If her moans had been as loud as they felt, she imagined some of her viewers managed to get their rocks off anyway. Peeking at the screen, she saw that all but a couple users had left the room. There were plenty of comments however, most wondering where she went and complaining that she shouldn't have her camera on if she wasn't actually going to be there. Oh well, she had no doubt that the majority of them would be back the next time she was online.
She closed her laptop and looked at him again. He was just standing in the doorway, watching her. "I'll be back in a moment, okay?"
At that, Lizzy headed off to the bathroom to pee and clean up a little. When she returned to her room, still wearing just her t-shirt, he was standing in the room, near her bed, his coveralls zipped up now. She smiled and laid down on her bed, laying on her side to look up at him. He didn't turn around to look at her, merely turning his head to the side, no doubt able to see her out of the corner of his eye.
She wasn't sure if it was true. He had the outfit and behaved like she read he did. But for quite a few reasons, it was hard to believe. She decided to try anyway. "Lie down with me, Michael."
