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A ghost fucking you in public
Tits and face pressed into the concrete as you are bent over on the sidewalk, a ghost gaping your pussy as passerby’s watch your exposed pussy spread around nothing while you feel the invisible cock stir up your insides, leaving ghostly green cum deep in your womb as normal ppl walk by, shaking their heads at what a desperate slut you are
Ghost Simon... I forgot about you <3
You couldn't get used to Simon's presence in your house. You could feel him in the kitchen with you, his hands squeezing your hips as he presses himself against your back. You can feel his eyes peeking at you in the shower, startled every time the curtain closes while your inside.
"You need to leave me alone! I'll get a priest to cleanse the house if you don't!" You scream into the empty kitchen, where all of the cabinets were left open. Again.
"It wouldn't do anything." You squeak, turning around to face Simon, but you still didn't see him. "You don't like the decorations, love?" You groan in irritation and slam the cabinets shut as you went through the kitchen.
"You need to stop touching stuff." You grumble as you go, starting up the coffee pot and grabbing a mug. You squeak when you feel your sleep shorts hit the ground, one cold hand groping your butt cheek.
"No panties at night? That's easy access for me." Simon groans as he gropes, making you freeze up in place. "What's the matter, pretty baby?" He whispers as his hand trails between your thighs. You finally jolt into action, yanking up your shorts and moving out of Simon's grip quickly.
"Simon!" You hiss angrily into nothing but thin air. Simon's laughter fills the kitchen as the door swings open, and he leaves you alone. You hope that he keeps to himself while your friends are over, setting up your living room for a cozy movie night.
Dinner goes by smoothly. No flickered lights, thrown glasses, or opening cabinets. Simon was well behaved enough that you started to relax bit by bit. The first movie finishes at the same time the popcorn and wine glasses run empty. You go to the kitchen to refill everything while the rest of your guests go to the bathroom or pick another movie.
"Are you having fun?" You set the bottle down a little harder than necessary, squeaking when you feel him pressing you against the counter. "You still aren't wearing any panties... Keeping yourself so open for me." His breath felt hot against your ear despite his cold grip pushing your shorts aside so he could rub at your slicked hole.
"Simon, my friends are out there." You whisper angrily, shuddering when he gently prods your legs open.
"Than be quiet." He chuckles as he thrusts two fingers inside. You slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself silent. His cold fingers curl inside of your heat, massaging that spongy spot inside of you with startling precision. You arch into the touch with a queit keen, much to Simon's pleasure. "That's it, love... Just let me inside."
Your free hand clutches the countertop, hips rocking back into his fingers as he speeds them up inside you. You could only imagine what this looked like, shorts shoved aside being stretched out on nothing, moaning into your hand like a whore. Simon doesn't stop after your first orgasm, or your second, determined to watch you ride out a third orgasm before he lets you go back out to your friends.
"Come on, love, give it to me. Let me see you falling apart." He grunts into your ear as he thrusts his fingers faster, slick sloppy sounds filling the kitchen. You clench tight around his fingers, slapping the counter hard when a third orgasm rocks through you. You melt into the cool surface of the counter, whimpering when he pulls out and leaves you clenching around the air.
"Looks like the pop corn is ready."
You push yourself up on shaking arms so you can scream at him, watching the kitchen door swing open and shut behind him. You pretend that your legs aren't sticky and shaking when you come back to the living room.
Bela Lugosi in Invisible Ghost | 1941 | dir. Joseph H. Lewis
Invisible Ghost (1941)
Cult Moody’s 31 Films for Halloween 2024: - Group 1
My yearly Halloween film selections to celebrate the holiday! These include horror, sci-fi, cult, B-Movie or Exploitation films I have never seen.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1920)
Invisible Ghost (1941)
The Boogie Man Will Get You (1942)
Phantom of the Opera (1943)
Captive Wild Woman (1943)
Kiss Me Deadly (1955)
The Brain Eaters (1958)
Crypt of the Vampire (1964)
The Long Hair of Death (1964)
The Panther Women (1967)
The Majestic Theatre in Springfield Ohio, promoting Basil Rathbone in The Black Cat and Bela Lugosi in the Invisible Ghost in June of 1941. "2 first run features! Recommended by The Horror Club!"
