Ghost Sex Story: Pegged by the Sexy Ghost

Scott had moved into a just good house, not one that stars in a ghost sex story.

 

After all, it was a great house, and no signs of a ghost for a ghost sex story when he first moved in.

While it was a small little house, there was a big bright den with full windows, two upstairs bedrooms, a cute little kitchen, and a very small office. It would be functional, and allow him a workout room if he needed it. Plus, the rent was cheap.

The entire rental process Scott had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. But his landlady, an old woman in her 80s, hadn’t seemed to mind. She told him so long as he helped maintain the property since she was old, she’d keep his rent low and even signed it onto the contract. Scott was torn between “no such thing as a free lunch” and “don’t look a gift horse in the mouth” on the house. But it fit his needs perfectly, so he went for it.

He never thought it’d be haunted or the site of a ghost sex story.

After a few nights in the house, Scott began noticing odd things. He woke up in the middle of the night on his belly, which wasn’t how he usually slept. Packages he didn’t remember ordering began showing up at his door. In fact, when Scott opened the packages, they were mostly 10 or 11-inch dildos! Those that weren’t were lubricant and one odd harness.

Maybe the person before him had been a camgirl or something, Scott decided.

Even though that didn’t explain his name on the packages, or the payments out of his account. And it certainly didn’t explain why sometimes he woke up with the dildos in his bed, that was for sure.

Scott was convinced he was having some mental crisis rather than being the star of a ghost sex story.

Sure, he had episodes where he woke up surrounded by unfamiliar things. Sure, he had unknown purchases made even when he should have been at work.

But what really convinced him was the woman. A sexy black-haired raven woman with pale white skin and huge tits kept visiting his dreams. Her hair hung down, and, due to dream logic, she seemed very see-through. But as the dreams kept happening, she kept becoming clearer and clearer in his mind’s eye.

Until, finally, Scott couldn’t deny he was in a ghost sex story any longer.

Recently, his dreams had focused on his ass. Many focused on the woman splitting it apart, maybe even licking it. But one night he woke up and felt something deep inside him.

“Oh, you feeling great, cutie?”

The voice was the woman from his dreams, but it sounded just as far away in real life as it did in his head. Another rush of pleasure sang through his veins as he was pushed forward, something spreading his ass apart.

“Ah,” Scott tried to say, but it came out as a moan.

The woman chuckled behind him. “I know. You feel good, right? Real good?” Her body behind him pushed against his, skin to skin. Immediately, Scott shivered at the ice-cold touch. Too cold to be human, he thought.

And a translucent hand came down to rest near his head. A ghost. Scott was in the middle of a ghost sex story if she didn’t eat his soul.

But fuck- he gasped as she continued to press one of those dildos inside him- what a way to go.

“That’s right, cutie,” the ghost told him, her voice ringing through his ears like ice cascading under a frozen waterfall. “So glad Grandma sent me a plaything. You and I are going to have fun for a very long time.”

Suddenly, Scott was lifted up and corkscrewed around on that dildo. When he tried to look, all he could see were the glowing green eyes of the woman in his dreams.

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