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I'M LIVING FOR THIS!! 💙

We def need a part two, this is seriously so fucking good!!

freaky visitation😈

this is my first work so bear w me, im on an hour of sleep and ovulating !!smutty!!

(inspired by baphmochii)

interested in the 'sally face killer' case, you'd decided to start writing letters to the culprit himself, sal fisher, you'd assumed he'd never even receive them due to the poor justice system and were pleasantly surprised when a letter was finally addressed back to you, from the prison, in his name.

after months of writing back and forth you'd managed to find a free day in your schedule and planned to stop by, though your letters between the two of you were innocent and he was a murderer you couldn't help but feel a tad interested in him, truthfully what other man would ever bother to write you, with such passion and care nonetheless? maybe the bar was set low but you'd seen those mugshots, killer or not you'd tap.

you'd watched the footage of his conviction and trial countless times, even if he did seem to be a bit of a nut he wasn't dangerous, was he? what did it matter? dick is dick.

you put on your best little get up the day you'd decided to visit the local prison, determined to look pretty for him, though you'd managed to convince yourself you'd done it purely for you and no man, wouldn't want to seem easy or desperate for it.

you'd spent some time at the store prior, grabbing a variety of different hygiene products, after all it's ridiculous inmates are made to pay for rinky dink versons of basic necessities, or atleast that's what you'd use as an excuse when it came time to face your little pen pal.

gathering his gifts from the passenger seat of your car you walked into the prison, making it through the metal detector and search, receiving your little stamp, you passed the goods you bought off to an officer to be processed through to sal's commissary, considering he had been on good behavior you were able to speak to him.

after a bit of a wait you were escorted to a large room with multiple large metal tables about, a lengthy pane of glass in the center of each to prevent anything brash, though they were practically irrelevant considering you could simply reach around the glass.

you spotted him immediately, it'd be pretty difficult missing his electric blue hair, a female guard escorted you over and sat you across from him before she left, there was only one guard left on standby and he looked about ready to pass out, sitting on an uncomfortable looking couch against the opposite wall, no fellow inmates were present, only you, sal, and that tired looking guard.

"hi" you smiled at him, you were out of place, too happy for a shitty rundown prison such as this, and he knew you'd be dead meat left alone in a room full of prisoners who hadn't had any proper contact with a woman in a hot minute, especially when clad in such clothing.

"..who are you?" he paused, voice muffled and tired behind the mask he wore "why are you here?" he continued, peering at you, he didn't seem threatening with his forward questioning, just curious.

you simply beamed at him, god did he look so much better in person- "im your pen pal- like the one you've been writing to since last july?- well you probably get a lotta letters so-" you rushed, nervous to be finally meeting him, though not because he was scary, because you wanted him.

"no, no i remember you" he replied with a flat voice, you were giddy at that, in all honesty you were crushing on him.. hard, but you brushed it off as too much caffeine or an empty stomach.

you were quick to reply with "that's nice, im really glad to finally meet you!", you tried to tone it down, not to sound too excited, what was he thinking? someone so young and pretty sitting right in front of him, biceps pushing their full tits together, unconsciously giving him a show while admiring him, sal fisher, a killer?

he was admittedly a little alarmed, he liked the attention but it also mildly concerned him, sure, he'd been writing to you for months but it seemed as if you idolized him, that was surely unhealthy.

"why do you seem so excited?" he asked, tone hesitant and guarded, truthfully you didn't even know yourself, things became a little hot and you were acutely aware of your surroundings, his lack of cuffs, the guard that was now passed out on the couch, you two had no supervision and as you looked around there wasn't a single sign of a security camera.

you stammered, getting a tad flustered, your chest felt hot and your face felt itchy, "well- i.. im not trying to be weird, y'know, it probably seems like im one of those people who romanticize murderers and all but i just feel like we've really bonded overtime, and i believe you, what with all that demon, curse and cult talk" you confessed, avoiding his harsh gaze

"i had to do it" he commented softly, the harsh lighting above was just dim enough for you to barely be able to make out his eyes, that was a plus for him considering they were trained on your tits, he'd never labeled himself a pervert prior, even when he was a teenager and at his hormonal peak he wasn't this bad, but after years of depravation regarding contact with females he was admittedly a little tweaked... and god was he pent up.

"i believe you" you repeated, peering at him, he was physically intimidating, especially in the low, yellow lighting, but you had the letters to prove he was a sweetheart, your eyes traveled back to the guard who was passed out, head tilted back and mouth wide open, snoring faintly, then you looked back to him, the guard cant prohibit physical contact if he's not awake, now can he?

you hesitated before beginning "can i hug you?", you requested softly, he'd have to play it cool, he was aware of that, but he wanted it.

with a nod of his consent you both stood, though he was only 5'6 at most it felt as if he towered over you, he didn't open his arms very wide but you eagerly pressed to him, hugging him tightly, he didn't smell pleasant whatsoever but it was still arousing, that was for certain.

it was an awkwardly long hug and his heavy, harsh breaths beneath the mask didn't help to make it any better, you were ready to pull back when you felt it, a nudge against your tummy, thick and slightly firm, looking down for confirmation of what you thought it was you could make out the outline of him in his rough, tattered orange uniform.

he was well aware of where your eyes were trained, he knew you knew what you did to him, internally panicking he was ready to pull away, that being until your soft hand ventured to gently nudge him through the scabrous orange material.

the sound he made was like music to your ears, a song you couldn't stop binge-listening, so you grabbed him this time, tightly, peering up at him for further guidance

"this is what you came here for?" he quipped, though it didn't sound as if he meant it in a rude manner, "the guard's asleep, just let me touch you, please?" you requested simply, your questioning tone was endearing, it felt nice to finally be in control, rather than being ordered around he was the one making the calls.

he wanted it, even if he acted indifferent, he'd been touch starved, provided with barely any privacy to get himself off, and here stood before him was an admirer, eager to please and so very pretty, "need you take so long?" he retorted, his snide comment may have sounded slightly rude but really he was just desperate, so hard it hurt.

glancing right back over at the guard you huffed softly through your nose before sinking down to your knees, peering up at him for the go ahead with wide innocent eyes, you made him feel bad, but how could he stay feeling so guilty when you were offering yourself up? once he nodded you slid your fingers beneath his waistband, gradually revealing a thickening trail of coarse blue hair.

once having finally pried the pants of his orange jumpsuit down to rest around his thick thighs, adorned in fuzzy blue hair, you pinned his thick cock against his pudgy tummy, tip drooling against his orange top, finding confidence you kitten licked the underside of his uncut tip, tension slipping from your body once you heard his soft mewl of pleasure.

"that's it... dont tease now" he huffed from beneath the mask, blue eyes trained on you as you nodded, drawling the thick head of his achy length into your warm mouth, your worries of being caught were eased when you heard a loud snore from the officer stationed to monitor your visit.

it was a tight fit though you managed to get about half of him in your mouth before gagging, pulling back to compose yourself you sucked in a deep breath, spitting on him and pumping it over him, you could see him getting antsy, hips bucking ever so slightly, with newfound vigor you swallowed him down in one painful gulp which clearly pleased him, you could gauge as much judging by the sound he let out, that of which he was quick to muffle.

things were hazy, all you could really focus on was the incessant throbbing in your sopping cunt, you were getting sloppy though still desperate to please, what you couldn't fit you had in your hand, though as much as you had to give it just didn't seem to suffice and before long his large hands were in your hair, fingers latched in your roots as he guided you, slowly at first with a hint of gentleness, but that quickly ended when you boldly decided to reach up to cup his painfully full balls, then he was slamming you down onto his dripping cock only to pull you back and do it again, could you really blame him though?

you were fighting to keep your gagging to a minimum as to not alert the officer on standby but that was useless with the way he was using you, muttering out praises as broken whimpers escaped him.

with the rough throat fucking and the lack of air you could barely make out his rushed warning, that of which being "m' close, you better swallow- please swallow?- please?", you nodded mindlessly though you weren't even sure what you were agreeing to.

all it took was one light squeeze of his balls and he was spilling down your throat, biting his lip behind the mask... or what was left of it, fighting to keep quiet, after about a minute he released your hair of his tight grip and you nearly fell back, choking slightly on the thick, warm cum dripping down the back of your throat, after a few gulps you had it down, sticking your tongue out to show him what a good job you had done, teary eyed as you sat before him.

"holy shit.." he muttered, out of breath, grinning a little beneath his prosthetic, fixing his trousers up and watching as you rose to your feet, a few words were exchanged and the two of you were sat back at the table before the guard awoke, still dazed from sleep he announced that the time for visitation was up and you best be on your way, to that you nodded.

on your way to the door you couldn't help but turn around and watch as the guard fixed cuffs around his thick wrists.

you think murderers get bail?

vro i wrote a novel im so sorry😭 just remembered i wrote this now im embarrassed

#sally face #sal fisher #sally face smut

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