You didn't know it, but your body made dying worth it.
Becoming a ghost was the worst. He couldn't leave his haunt, no one could see him, and the landlord took all his stuff. When you moved into the house, the ghost was annoyed at first. They liked having the space to themselves. That changed the first time he saw you naked. For the first time, he was happy to be a ghost. Because you never knew when he was watching.
He started small, just watching you shower. Loving the way the water ran down your breasts. Enjoying the show you didn't realize you were putting on.
You were asleep the first time he touched you. Gently fondling your breasts. When you didn't wake up, he slowly unbuttoned your pajama top. Exposing your tits. He spent the night playing with them, becoming intimately familiar with the feel of them in his hands.
The next night, you wore a nightgown. He was practically drooling when he lifted it, pulling it all the way up to your neck. Then he took off your panties. You stayed asleep as he admired your bare body.
The third night he couldn't resist anymore. He undressed you and spread your legs. You began to stir as he explored your pussy with his fingers and tongue. You moaned and spread your legs wider. You thought you were dreaming. He loved watching you cum in your sleep, unaware that your "wet dream" was very much real.
When he finally fucked you, he knew he would never stop. Watching your pussy gape around his invisible cock, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your sleepy moans...it was addictive. Every night, he'd be back to enjoy your compliant body. The perfect toy.
Being a ghost wasn't so bad.
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