The Mask update

Now, as Lucy laid on her ass below him, all the Mask could see was the view down her dress. Breasts that looked very firm and very big as they made crinkly hills in her red crepe dress. 

Lucy tried smiling. “I know gals say they like a guy with a sense of humor, but surely you don’t think we like that much humor?”

The Mask nodded. “Yeah, that was a little G-rated, perhaps a little lacking in sophistication, not really sending a relevant political message in this day and age. Yes, I should work blue.” The Mask snapped his fingers and his suit was suddenly powder-blue. “How about it, Luc? Did the cock cross the road to get into a cunt?”

Lucy bit her lip. There was just something about words like that—fuck and suck, cock and cunt—that made her go all wet, her pussy all tight, her tits scream to be released.

“I don’t like that kind of talk,” she said fearfully. “That’s filthy!” She dodged to her right as the Mask lunged at her, looking like a wolf in heat, but ending up pancaking himself against the wall when he missed.

He pulled himself un-flat, emerging with a monocle in one eye. “Madame, I do believe you to be prevaricating! On the contrary to your statement, you quite like fucking and sucking. Your boobies, madame! They have swollen up, ready to be sucked! Your pussy is like a bowl of whiteberry pudding! Your asshole—“ The Mask shook his monocle off. “Well, who cares, I’m going to fuck it anyway. We throw one of those in with every purchase at Crazy Ron’s Orgasm Emporium!”

Lucy cringed, feeling as much fear as she did desire. How did he know? How did this… crazy person know that her breasts were high and hot, ready to be sucked, or that her pussy was making a dripping mess of her panties, or that her asshole was tingling? No, her asshole wasn’t tingling, her spine was—it was itching and twitching in every vertebra, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up with how badly she wanted to be fucked, even though she didn’t want to be fucked so bad.

“Now!” the Mask exclaimed, pulling a lengthy receipt out of his vest pocket. “Let me just check your order before you leave the store. We’ve got a coupon for fifty cents off on Hot Pockets, another coupon for two dollars off if you go see Godzilla: King of the Monsters in a Cinemark theater, one more coupon for half off deodorant…” He ripped that up. “Don’t need that, your armpits smell great, take it from me, I’m a subscriber to Armpit Monthly, your pits make Charlize Theron’s look like Gerard Butler’s. Ah-ha! Here we are, one order of me eating your pussy and sticking my tongue in your ass before I fuck your brains out of your ears. Wow, and an order of me slurping up your titties while I’m shoving my cock right up around your belly button. A very good deal, miss, we were having a two-for-one special there, you don’t know how many folks realized they were missing out and ran back into the store to get themselves a free fuck, because you’re basically throwing away money if you don’t go for this offer.”