Ghost Girl Blowjob: Inside Lyle’s Truck

I didn’t start planning to give a ghost girl blowjob when I stood at the side of the road.

No, I wanted to simply get warm. Outside, the fall rain pelted against my skin. My instincts told me to find heat, and so I found myself at the edge of the road, willing to do anything to get warm again. Even if that meant giving a ghost girl blowjob.

As a pair of headlights moves towards me, I stick my pale thumb out. The rain makes me look far more miserable than I am. The bright red Chevy pulls to a stop, and the man leers over my clothes, aware that I am soaked to the bone. His eyes linger a little too long, and the hunger he radiates feels like flames.

He’s exactly what I need. I have no doubt he’ll demand a blowjob from this ghost girl.

“Name’s Lyle,” he tells me, rolling down the window. “You need a lift?”

I nod pitifully. He leans forward to open the door, and I head my way into the truck. The blasting air heats my skin, though not my bones.

“Elise,” I tell him.

He reaches behind me and throws me a towel for my hair, telling me to dry off as much as I can. He pulls back onto the road, probably thinking about how he’s going to preposition this ghost girl for that blowjob he craves.

“Well, Elise, since I’m helping you,” he tells me, “You gotta help me, understand?”

The warmth in the truck grows even hotter, and his hand travels down to pull out his cock. “I don’t want this to be no inactive thing, like I’m on some pathetic cuckold chair. You’re going to work for it.” His gearshift is on the steering wheel, so it’s easy access to his cock. And his soft cock looks very warm right now.

He has the air of someone who thinks he’s figured everything out, except that he’s requesting a ghost girl blowjob.

I lean across the way, my damp hands on his jeans. My cold lips embrace his cock, and he jerks a little as the temperature difference startles him. But he puts one hand in my hair, encouraging me to keep sucking.

The vibrations of the truck keep me bouncing on his cock. As I bounce, Lyle slips a little further and further down my throat. His hand continues to squeeze my hair, tugging as he grows hard. The tip of my tongue licks a bead of precum off the tip of his dick, and a bump in the road makes me swallow his cock down before I can savor that.

Lyle groans and moans as he gets closer. “Good whore,” he tells me, and pushes my mouth down further. I don’t mind. I get his heat in exchange for a ghost girl blowjob. As I inhale, I try to take some of his essence, too. His warmth fills my belly and my bones.

Lyle doesn’t slow down the car when he cums. It’s a powerful spray down my insides. Well, it would be, if I weren’t a ghost girl giving a blowjob, that is. I smirk, satiated with the life energy I’ve collected from Lyle, and I disappear from his view, pulling off his cock.

Realizing I’ve disappeared, he hits the brakes then. I linger for a moment while I absorb a little more heat, watching as Lyle rubs his eyes and looks down at his cock, still half-hard from the orgasm. He looks around the cab one more time, swears, and speeds off, leaving me behind with his delicious warmth.

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