Accidental Roleplay [FM]

This particular encounter was recent.

I play a game called Dead by Daylight. Pretty popular title, fun to play, stressing to say the least but I love a good chase.

I’m a Legion main, Susie in particular, and I’m a big enough fan of that gang that I bought two of the masks online that I use to tease some friends on Discord with.

So I’m having a match, chasing some players around, when I notice that one of them had a name with my hometown and what I correctly assumed was his first name.

It’s a wipe for them. Bad map for Survivors, but we all had a good time from what I figured so I sent the guy a message with our area code and asked if he was actually from there.

He replies in the affirmative and we get to chatting about how much we hate our little town, compliment our match together, pleasant chat over PS messages that only gets interrupted when I have another match or two.

When he asks if I still live in town, I tell him I don’t but I frequently visit to see family and some friends. He tells me we should hang out, and I exchange numbers with him. His name, which I change for privacy, is Danny.

Throughout the days, we text a bit. I send Danny a few pictures of me with my Susie mask and he’s got a Ghostface costume of his own to trade with. All pretty innocent stuff.

I wasn’t planning on going to my hometown for a while since I’m not exactly close with my parents, but my cousin had been having a bad custody battle with her ex and I love her enough like a sister that I end up driving the five hours for emotional support for one of her court dates.

Of course, I let Danny know of my plans and I take my mask with me like some serial killer. 

Court dates comes and goes, stuff is actually looking up for my cousin, and she spends her day with her kids while I go see my parents at their respective homes. Divorced and all, living on separate ends of town.

Danny texts me, asking if I want to go to the frozen yogurt place, which I’d told him I loved during one of our nightly little conversations. I agree, and I meet him there.

It’s obviously a little awkward. We’d talked before, but without the planning of a match together as teammates there was a loss of things to really get too much into.

But at least the froyo is good, and he’s not ugly, either. He had this shy charm about him, like he was afraid he’d say something stupid, but he made me laugh a few times with some people-watching quips and we shared our food like we were old friends.

Needless to say, I was comfortable as hell by the end of our snack.

So I told him I had my mask with me, and his face just lights up like he’d won the lottery. He asks if I wanna see his Ghostface stuff, but it’s at his apartment.

Now, sketchy, of course. Imagine your own reaction to being asked if you’d like to see an infamous serial killer at what would be a practically stranger’s home. Lamb to the slaughter.

I say sure. Fuck me. You only live once.

We drive in our respective vehicles to his place, not even that far from the frozen yogurt digs, and he lets me in his apartment. I’ve got the mask with me.

It’s mostly clean, surprisingly. There’s a shitload of places I’d have re-swept and mopped, but he’s a dude and I’ve never met a man that could clean a home correctly so I let it pass.

He’s got an Alexa. Tells her to play Spotify, and when it blasts from his kitchen, he has to shout at her to change volume to an acceptable four. The music is alternative rock, some Queens of the Stone Age.

Danny asks me to just hang out in his living room as he goes and gets the costume, and I put my own mask on while I wait, barely able to see anything when he comes back out.

Good thing he didn’t have a knife in his hand because he looked too damned good in his Ghostface, cloak and all.

Holy shit, I think I realized then and there that I wanted to live out a bit of a fantasy, and he made a comment about how my mask looked better in person as he came over to where I’d been sitting.

Now, I’m not a spitting image of Susie. My hair wasn’t dyed pink yet, it was short to my shoulders, and I’m probably about five inches too small and a few more too wide to be cosplaying a lanky stabby sister.

But it does the job, and I think he’s starting to think the same thing as I am when I stand up and put my hand to his chest.

The cloak feels like burlap, almost, coarse and everything. 

Danny’s not real tight or anything. He’s five foot seven, stocky, and you can tell he eats a little too many snacks before bed. He’s also working at a fast food place and going to the community college so I doubted he went to the gym often.

Basically, he was just an average guy. I didn’t really think I was going to do what I did when we met up. Nothing had been overly flirtatious in our texts and calls, and he had mentioned a girlfriend at some point.

But goddamn. Just goddamn. I told him to sit down, and he did, and I knelt in front of him and started to unbutton his fucking khakis.

He raised his bottom so I could drag it down to his ankles, and then kicked his own shoes off to get the pants out of the equation.

The cloak was long, all the way to his thighs, and I rolled shimmied it up till I could see his boxer briefs straining from how hard he was, looking down at me with that Ghostface mask.

Maybe my own mask helped the fantasy a little, but I know my tits played a good part in it, DDD bra barely able to contain them from spilling out under my top.

I raised my shirt up to just above my chest, and he grabbed a handful of one, groping me like he owned them, letting me pull his briefs down to his knees.

I put my mask up, and I leaned down to lick his cock, my hands guiding him to scoot forward to edge because I’m not a fucking long-necked giraffe and I wanted to be comfortable sucking on his balls.

He’d shaved recently. I didn’t ask. It was stubble down there, and I appreciated not having to pick pubes from my tongue afterwards.

Danny lost it on me, and I thank God that mask made this shy dude want to grab the back of my head and fuck my throat like he needed it to stay alive.

I gag a lot. I’m not some pornstar deep-throating machine that gobbled cock, but I was into it. I was getting my spit soaked mouth fucked by Ghostface as my favorite character, and I loved it.

To his credit, he asked if he could finish in my mouth, slowing down to let me cough and realize I was going to have a sore throat soon.

I didn’t answer. I stood up and slipped my jeans down, my sneakers off and my panties wet when I climbed on top of him.

Now it was my turn to be in charge, and he didn’t fight back when I pulled my bra down to feel his gloved hands groping me again.

He moved the mask up a little, not by much because the hood on the cloak was being a pain, but it was enough for him to suck on my nipple, the plastic chin of the mask prodding my soft flesh.

Being about the same height, he had to scoot a little bit more to the edge, practically looking up at me as I moved my panties out of the way and let him push into me.

Nothing special. He had a nice cut cock, thick but not too long, and it made me shiver as I felt it push my walls apart.

I rode him hard, the clap of my ass on his thighs was our rhythm, and our loud and hissing moans were the chorus. I’d legitimately never felt so wet in my entire life.

Squeezing my tits and sucking my nipples, spanking my ass and telling me I feel so fucking good, I think I realized what was going on. That surreal little moment when you put everything into perspective.

Here I was, a twenty-six year old woman with a fetish for masks, riding a nineteen year old guy with a Ghostface mask on to ‘Wish You Were Here’ by Pink Floyd…

And it was awesome.

I don’t think I gave him the chance to rest, and truthfully I wasn’t tired in the least, not even when he groaned out and his hands rushed down to hold my bouncing hips as he finished inside me.

Warm deep inside, a cringing young man under me, moaning and gasping in ecstasy, the mask having fallen back down to his face as he pressed against my tits and held me down on his lap.

I hadn’t finished, but I’d gotten what I wanted out of him for the day, and I sat next to him and asked him what the song was that we were listening to. ‘Something Stupid’ by Lola Marsh, and he explained he’d heard it on a Netflix show.

We showered together, and I left when he said he needed to do a paper for college and turn it in before midnight. Good excuse, and even if it was legitimate, I wasn’t keen on spending the night when I wanted to get some rest for my drive back home the next morning.

The two of us still talk and message each other, and I’m planning on visiting him again with my own Ghostface costume, make a day of it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fae62v/accidental_roleplay_fm