You walked up the street, looking at the house, which was even darker than the night sky. You paused, checking the windows and yard for any signs of movement. Everything was still and quiet as you kept walking toward the house. You felt nervous as you got closer.
You had wanted to explore this house for a while, and after a few drinks, you found me here against all wise counsel you had been given.
Rumour mongers said this house was haunted, but you never really believed them, instead, you laughed it off every time you heard someone say so. You knew ghosts weren’t real, but you still loved these old, haunted houses. There’s something about their charm that really affects you.
The way everything stayed just as it was when the last people lived there gave you chills. It was like a doorway to the past, and in a way, you wished ghosts were real so you could ask them about their lives. It’s a magical idea, but it’s just not possible.
As you entered the house, the door creaked shut behind you. The silence was eerie as you quietly moved across the old carpet. The house was old and mostly untouched, except for a few vandals. You found yourself in a large foyer with a chandelier above.
Although most of its crystals were missing, it still shone softly with the moonlight streaming in. You followed the beam of moonlight to the staircase and decided to go up. As you took a step forward, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand. You quickly turned around to see if anyone was watching but only saw the front door. You stood still for a minute, looking around, expecting someone to jump out at you. It was probably nothing, you thought. The ghost stories must have gotten to you.
As you reached the top of the stairs, you looked over the railing to see if anyone was following you. It’s natural to do this, especially as a woman, but you felt oddly comfortable. Even though it felt like someone was watching, you felt safe. You continued walking to the back room, talking to yourself as you went.
“In case ghosts are real and you’re actually around, my name is Eyimofe. I’m not here to take anything, I’m just looking around.” You felt silly talking to the air, but you laughed it off.
You know, there was once a chief or someone who lived here. You push open a door and find a beautifully preserved bedroom. There’s a four-poster bed on the far wall that looks freshly made. To the left, there’s a dresser and a table with a big mirror. As you walk further into the room, it feels colder.
“I’m sorry you’re no longer with us,” you said awkwardly, not sure what else to say. As you reached the middle of the room, you looked around at all the decorations. You stopped when you faced the door again and noticed a huge portrait next to it.
“This must have been you,” you said under your breath as you walked slowly towards the painting.
“You were really good-looking. I’m sure you had a lot of babes on your case.” You stopped and admired the features.
“It would have been nice if ghosts were real because then I could see what you really look like.” Your hand reached up to touch the frame, but just as you got close, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You let out a soft yelp and turned around, only to find the room was empty.
“Okay, I know I said that, but I really don’t want to see a ghost.” You said it sincerely. You shook your head and shoulders, thinking it was just nerves. It wouldn’t hurt to see a good-looking guy, you thought to yourself.
You walked over to the bed and sat in the middle of it. The bed was clean and surprisingly comfortable. You glanced at the painting across the room and laughed at the thing you saw earlier.
Even though you kept staring at the painting, you couldn’t look away. You felt your chest getting heavier. Were you really getting turned on by a painting? You definitely need to stop reading those erotic stories about some king and a maiden.
“How rude of me to feel this way about someone who has passed away.” You laid down on your back and laughed quietly to yourself. As soon as you hit the bed, you felt a huge relief, almost like you were floating. You sank into the mattress with a sigh, enjoying the relaxation.
The picture from the portrait kept coming to mind. You wondered if it would be inappropriate to masturbate here, considering you’re alone, which is rare with your roommates always around. Maybe you should take advantage of the privacy…
You quickly checked the room for any signs of disturbances or noises and listened carefully. Once you felt sure everything was okay, you relaxed on the mattress and focused on your body. It started to feel like it was burning, likely from the excitement of doing something you shouldn’t be doing.
Your hands start on your chest, rubbing your breasts with your palms before your fingers move to your nipples. Slowly rolling them between your fingers, you begin to breathe heavily with desire. Your skin feels cold as you do this, with a chill running up and down your arm.
You ignore it and continue, your hands moving down your stomach to your pants. Your fingers pause on the button of your pants as you feel intense pleasure in your nipples, almost like they’re being sucked on.
You moaned loudly at the feeling, surprised by what your mind was doing. You opened your eyes and saw no one there, but it felt like someone was. Your eyes rolled back as you let the sensation continue, feeling what seemed like a cold tongue on your left nipple.
Soon, it felt like a mouth was sucking on your nipple. Your back arched as you felt a strong urge down below. You quickly undid your pants and put your hand in your underwear, eager to touch yourself.
Your finger soon found your clit, rubbing slowly to build up your excitement. You moaned loudly, hearing it echo through the house. It felt like hands were running up your shirt as a cool breeze touched your stomach. Your eyes lazily opened, and you looked down, watching your blouse move on its own.
Wait, what?!
You yelped as you sat up and tried to scoot backwards, but something grabbed your ankle and pulled you back, forcing your hands above your head. You started to panic, not knowing what was happening. Were you in a dream?
“I’m sorry,” you started to ramble, with tears about to roll out of your eyes.
“I’m sorry for saying ghosts aren’t real, for coming into your house without asking, and for doing something inappropriate on your bed. Please let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone! I don’t want any trouble, I’m just-” A tongue touched your nipple, making you moan even though you didn’t want to. You enjoyed the brief sensation. It felt like your hands were tied, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t move them.
“Let me go, please” You whimpered as your pants were slowly taken off, leaving you in just your shirt and underwear. You felt humiliated and trapped on the bed by something invisible. You kept trying to convince yourself that ghosts aren’t real.
Your eyes widened as you watched your panties move to the side by itself, like it was moving on its own. Suddenly, a cold, wet tongue is on your clit, moving fast and relentlessly. You squirmed, trying to escape the sensation. It felt so good, but it was overwhelming.
“Noooo, stop” You moaned. It didn’t even sound convincing to you, and you’re sure the ghost felt the same way. Suddenly, two fingers slipped in your pussy, causing you to yelp. Your eyes flew open, making eye contact with the portrait across the room. As if prompted by the eye contact, the fingers moved impossibly fast while the pressure on your clit continued, creating an indescribable amount of pleasure.
You couldn’t take your eyes off the portrait; its eyes seemed to compel you not to look away. You felt yourself getting closer to orgasm, and your unseen friend noticed it too. Just as you were almost cumming, the feeling stopped, making you complain. It was as if the portrait was smirking, pleased with how quickly you gave in.
“I swear, I won’t tell anyone. I promise I’ll leave.” Your mouth was forced open as something invisible was pushed between your lips. It felt like you were sucking a dick you couldn’t see. The invisible dick moved in and out of your mouth, making your lips wrap around it and touched the back of your throat.
It seemed like you were choking on nothing. Saliva from the invisible blowjob dripped out of your mouth and onto your chest. You closed your eyes and tried to imagine someone was there.
The dick felt enormous in your mouth, and it kept hitting the back of your throat. You tried to move away or touch him to push him out, but it was too big and you couldn’t get a break to breathe! You tried to pull back, but something held you in place. You were stuck with this ghost, taking his dick in your mouth with no other choice. You tried not to enjoy it, but you felt yourself getting turned on. Maybe if you made him cum, he’d let you go. So, you put more effort into it, convincing yourself it was for him.
Your tongue swirled around the tip of his dick, expecting a salty taste but finding nothing. You felt a bit disappointed but tried to ignore it. You moved up and down, trying to make it as pleasurable as possible. You could sense he was getting close when his movements became less steady. Before you felt him cum, he pulled away. You complained out loud but then wondered if this was really what you wanted.
Before you could argue with yourself any more, you were tossed around like a ragdoll to the end of the bed, with your legs held up in the air and your ass hanging off the side. It felt like you had lost control of your body. No matter how much you wanted to crawl away, you were stuck. Is this what it feels like to be possessed? You asked yourself.
Your head was lifted to make you look at yourself in the mirror. You saw yourself, legs spread open with no one around. Your lips were swollen and wet from drool, and your pussy was wet and dripping onto the mattress. It was embarrassing. You were getting turned on by a ghost! It looked like something in a porn video.
As you watched, you could feel a pressure at your pussy gate. You saw in shock how your pussy widened even though there was nothing there, but you felt the pressure as if you were being filled. You were amazed at how much you stretched around this invisible presence.
You moaned, finding it exciting to see yourself open up like that. It felt like you were stretching endlessly, and it seemed huge. Then you felt it pressing deep in your stomach, and the pressure became overwhelming.
“No please stop, I can’t take anymore.” You cried out as you felt yourself tightening around the dick inside you. You felt a sharp pain on your asscheek from a slap, and your head turned as you moaned. The dick pushed deeper into you while something kept your head down. As you looked at the portrait, you choked and felt fuller than ever before.
You had never been slapped on your ass before, and you wondered if you liked it. It seemed like you did, and you wanted it again.
It felt like he knew exactly what you were thinking when he slapped your again. You moaned from the pain as he pulled out. With just the tip still inside you, he started again, moving slowly and deeply.
“Fuck me Daddy.”
He began to thrust faster, pressing himself against you repeatedly. You felt the same sensation on your clit, with his quick movements and the size of his dick making you squirm.
You were getting close; you could feel it.
His movements became uneven, and his speed varied. You could feel the build-up starting deep in your stomach. Your head was lifted again to watch your hole open and close around nothing, which pushed you over the edge.
You experienced an orgasm like never before, watching yourself being controlled by something unseen. The intense sensations were too much, making you squirm and moan as you gave in to an overwhelming orgasm.
You opened your eyes and saw the portrait. At that moment, he seemed to become a part of you, and you felt a warm sensation in your pussy. You wondered if ghosts can cum too, but you didn’t really care, you just wanted to feel connected to him.
You lay on the bed, gasping and staring at the portrait. Slowly, you felt him pull out of you, and soon you were alone again, you felt cum drip out of your pussy. However, when you looked in the mirror, there was nothing there. You gathered your strength, dressed, and left with an experience that changed your life.
The question is, will you go back for more?
Written by Sixtie9ine
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