An Unwelcome Visitor (NSFW)

	Your car-trip downstate was going anything but as planned. With the constant setbacks, car issues, and traffic, you were well behind schedule, yet you decided to head out anyway. Once the rain hit, it was senseless to try and make it any farther. Sheets upon sheets of torrential rain swamped over the roads and made navigating next to impossible. You tallied up your losses and figured renting a cheap motel as being the wisest decision.

	Undoing the lock with the key given to you by the clerk at the front desk, you wandered into your room, a sopping mess. Immediately you headed to the bathroom to remove your drenched outfit, sighing as the weight of each drenched layer came off one by one. Hanging them over the shower rod, you began to sift through your luggage for a spare change of clothing, opting to warm up before any attempts at finding out what this place had to offer. A brief chill made your muscles tense and hair stand on end. Your attention shifted towards the window to your left; even in the pitch darkness of the night, the storm still made its presence known. Brief flashes of light followed by the lulling roars of thunder illuminated the thick blankets of rain still immersing the area. The dingy light from the ceiling lamp cast a rustic glow, but it only made you drowsy the longer you stood still.

	Checking the window, you noted it was already locked, and chalked the sudden chill as something that wafted in from the hallway or bathroom. Going back to the bed with your bags strewn haphazardly about, you hoped to not lounge around in your boxers for much longer. Despite having your privacy, you still felt indecent, not knowing how many other people had been in here before you, or how thoroughly the cleaners did. You rented apartments that were more rundown than this place, but the less time you spent in your underwear, the better.

	“Do you usually take this long to get ready for bed?”

	The sheer proximity of the voice alone caused you to yelp in shock. Reeling back, you tripped on the bed, crashing onto your possessions scattered about on the mattress. Your eyes darted around the room to see where it the source possibly could've been, but there was nothing but your own fears.

	“W-What?!” You stammered. Your heart pulsed against your ribs as your neck snapped from side to side. There was a pause in the air, and another swathe of cold washed over you before the sensation of weight lowered itself on your thighs.

	“You packed a lot of stuff. You heading somewhere important?” The absent voice asked, ignoring your concern.

	Suddenly, as if phasing out of the void, the body of a blue woman slowly adjusted to your vision. Her face was covered by long drapes of hair which flowed into the heavy looking garb that covered her form up to her thighs.

	“Guh-?! A-! Ghost?!” Words took time to escape your parched throat. Your eyes went from her emotionless gaze down to her bare legs. Her presence was anything but ordinary, but she resembled a normal woman.

	A shapely woman, at that.

	“Yeahhh, I like to frequent places like these every so often, see who I can run into.” The specter finally acknowledged your words, but there were still too many questions left unanswered. “But then I see you wander in here like a soaked pooch, and I got curious.” She moved a bang behind her ear, peering down at you with her one visible eye. “Throwing it out there, you've got some nice legs.” The feeling of fingers crept along your thighs, running along the muscles. Her expression then changed to one of excited hunger. “Bet they'd look better with me on top of them.”

	Swinging her leg over to your other side, you got a clear view of her womanhood. Despite her azure shade, you could make out her genitals as if they belonged to a real human. Before you lost your grip on your sanity, you quickly got to your feet. The blue aura dispersed, and the weight from your legs was lifted.

	You didn't have any time to decide what to wear, you only remembered grabbing a pair of wool pajama pants and a flannel overshirt before you booked it out of the room. Stumbling through the hallway, you weren't sure what you were looking for, but anything that could get you away from what just happened would be good enough. You opted for a snack or drink, something that could return you to your normal senses.

	However, no matter which hallway you turned down, the lingering chill appeared, followed by the haunting dread that a pair of eyes were constantly trained on you. As the storm continued outside - muting everything around, the hallways became a twisting catacomb that seemed to extend for miles. As soon as your pulse began to slow, a pair of trickling fingers groped your shoulders and spurred you to keep your pace.

	Somehow, you found yourself at the front desk, looking around wildly as you sought the clerk who checked you in merely minutes before. A sign neatly placed next to a silver bell on the counter read, “ON LUNCH.” You couldn't think they'd have gone far, but you could barely make sense of the situation yourself, let alone believe you could convince someone you barely made small-talk with help you. You peered over your shoulder to see an empty corridor, and you opted to at least seek for help.

	Slamming your palm over the tip of the bell, a dull chime echoed through the motel's foyer. Just the applauding raid on the glass doors facing your back met your presence, that is until you saw a bit of stirring behind the desk, towards the floor. Bending over the counter, you could see the top of the clerk's hat as if they were rummaging for something.

	“H-Hey, do you have a minute?” The figure paused for just a moment before they stood up. To your horror, it was the ghost woman from before. She discarded the hat resting neatly on her head before leaning on her hands over the counter, casting an amused smile towards you.

	“For you dear, I've got all night.” You took a step back, eyeing the exit before realizing your options.

	“What...what do you want?” You kept your voice down in addressing her. “You're a ghost...are you...haunting this place?” She perched an eyebrow and stood up, or mimicked standing up.

	“Wha? No no, not at all. It's like I said in the room before you took off; I saw you come in, got interested, and wanted to have some fun.” She cocked her head and her grin widened under a half-open eye. “Seeing you in your boxers gave me a good look at what you got packing and got me in the mood. What do you say?”

	Like before, your throat dried up and your limbs froze. In this light, you got a better look at her features. Her face was captivating, and her body only drew you in closer. Her exposed shoulders drew your eyes to her collar bone, which helped slip your gaze down to her ample bosom, which hung over the counter precariously.

	“I uh-I don't...” The entity squeezed her elbows together, amplifying the groove her cleavage made under the dress she wore. “I've never been-”

	“Wait a moment...” The blue woman pondered, biting down on a finger, her face still showing little emotion. “You're a virgin, aren't you?” Her smirk and words struck a nerve as you found yourself on the defense.

	“N-No!” You shot back, a bit louder than intended. “I still doubt that it's actually a ghost that's talking to me! That's all!” You were relieved to see her eye open up in surprise at your response, seeing some semblance of astonishment. “What's your business with it anyway?”

	Years ticked away in the span of seconds. A bead of sweat streaked down your temple as the ghost's demeanor settled.

	Cocking her head to the side, her eyebrows raised in disappointment.

	“My 'business' is making sure I get some dick by morning. And looks like you're gonna be the one to give it to me.” Effortlessly lifting herself up onto the counter, the woman laid on her back, and sprawled her legs out like before. “I normally prefer a few more, but this place is dead tonight. Plus you're kinda cute.” Out of instinct your eyes fell back in between her legs; the heavy drape she wore concealed the curvaceous figure underneath. Her legs were smooth and flowed admirably from her calves, to her thighs, and up her waist. Even for an apparition, her velvety appearance was remarkably curious. You didn't dare become ensnared by her offers, but blood was rushing away from your brain and towards your lower extremities, sapping your reasoning.

	“I-I don't even know if you're even real or not!” You argued, backing away and trying not to call attention to your slowly bulging groin. The move clearly didn't fool the ghost, who spread her lips to show an array of sharp teeth into a bemused smile. Pushing herself up, she stuck a foot out towards you, stretching her toes as if to try and pull you in.

	“You're cute...” She smirked before dispersing into a cloud of blue dust. You thought it would disappear into the air like before, but this time it drew towards you. Backing away, you found yourself immediately pushed into the corner near the doorway. Cool glass held fast underneath your fingers; your ears heard only the rain and wind. However, the blue miasma soon engulfed your eyes, and the noises of the storm became muted as a troubling weight fell onto your shoulders. “How about you use that mouth for something else?”

	At her command, her body reformed – her legs were wrapped around your head, and a pair of hands on the back of your head drew you in towards her loins. The scent of a woman wafted through your nose as your lips met with the warmth of her slit.

	  “This real enough for you, cutie?” The plushness of the ghost's thighs caressed the sides of your face. Along your lips you could feel her womanhood tempting your tongue to greet it. Her fingers combed through your hair followed by a soft chuckle.

	“Nyer-hello? Is someone out there?” The ghost's head snapped backwards as she suddenly fazed away. The old, cockney voice of the clerk appeared, dazed as if they had just woken up. They strained their eyes to focus on you huddled in the corner, wide-eyed and in a state of disarray. “Is that you, son? You need directions to the bathroom?” His hunchback physique used the counter for leverage as he got up onto a stool. You felt bad he bothered to move on your behalf; you felt inclined to respond.

	“Heh-hello, sir.” You responded, trying to settle the shaking in your voice. “Strange question, er...” You weren't sure how to ask without being direct. “Has anyone reported, like, weird things happening?” You stared at his furrowed brow hoping for any sign of familiarity to your situation.

	“Well...I don't want to give this place a bad name. I make sure everything's accounted for. If there are any bad outlets or if the water pressure is low I make sure it's taken care of swiftly.” He seemed proud of his work ethic, and you didn't want to bring him down for completely missing what you were trying to work your way towards, yet you felt responsible in alerting the old man to the fact his business was haunted by a raunchy ghost.

	“No no no, I mean like...supernatural?” Your eyes shot open as a hard tug on the back of your pants pulled them downwards, exposing your backside. Natural reflex kicked in and your hands dropped to pull them back up before you even thought why they fell so suddenly. However, you felt a pair of hands holding fast on your waistband. They felt uncanny, like a doll's hands: no heat, yet they had an uneasing firmness. Your pulse shot up, feeling something peculiar pushing against your cheeks, before permeating them, followed by the sensation of something writhing entering your ass.

	Your muscles clamps down on the intruder as your jaw fell open. A mocking laugh suddenly filled your head.

	“You're pretty plush back here. You ever get told that?” She was nowhere in sight, but her body felt fused with yours. Her mouth got closer until her lips pressed against your puckered hole. Her tongue still wormed its way into your depths and it took all of your willpower to not cry out.

	“You alright, son? Did you say super nature?” The elder questioned. He adjusted his glasses, but still had difficulty making out your restless nature. The ghost's chuckling grew deeper into your ears.

	“Tell him, cutie. Tell him you're getting your ass eaten in front of him.” Even with her tongue lapping around your rectum, her words formed perfectly, spiting your situation even more. The spastic movements were unfamiliar, yet rampant. You couldn't help the surge of arousal that made your prick begin to harden painfully as you tried to keep it unnoticed.

	Each attempt at opening your mouth to respond risked letting a fervent moan escape. Your hands gripped onto nothing in futile attempts to pull yourself away, it was like fighting the wind. Clamping down your muscles, it only made the wriggling in your anus more intense. You couldn't handle much more. Out of options, you had little else to try.

	“Never mind, sir. I'm just tired is all!” You shakily replied, bowing for whatever reason as you kicked away from the ghost. Thankfully, you felt her tongue release its grip and pop out, as well as her grip release. Taking the initiative, you broke into a sprint down the hall, not caring if any other unfortunate soul got in your way. You figured they could slow down the spirit haunting you; better them than you at this point. You didn't dare stop to check or even breath until you got back to your room.

	Only once the door slammed shut behind you did you finally let out a gasp for air. Leaning against the wood, you slunk down until your exposed cheeks hit the floor, and you hastily picked your trousers back up. The heat emanating from your cheeks still burned, but what still refused to subside was your throbbing erection. It took all you had to keep it from bouncing around outside, but in the privacy of your own room, you groaned audibly as you realized how long it had been since you had gotten any.

	The first night away from your home and already you were reminded of your isolation. With work and the lack of a social life, you had little else in the way of selection for a suitable partner. Sure you would peruse dating apps and go out drinking on the weekends, but everything seemed to turn out fruitless in the end. Your hopes weighed on this trip breaking your dry-streak, but was nowhere near what you expected.

	Sighing, you propped yourself on your bed, kicking to the side your clothes from earlier. Starting as you had many times before, you pushed your pants down and gripped your shaft, unamused with how it got this way. There were no other options; as long as you were stuck here, you might as well get the most out of it. Beginning with light strokes, it wasn't long until you could feel the swathe of cool air infiltrate your room.

	“Hey there,” Her presence came just as you expected. You looked up to see the top half of her body come out of the headboard. “You gonna keep all of that to yourself?” Her lips curved into a demented smile and her hair dangled around your face like a set of drapes. Ambivalent thoughts weighed on your mind, but with your cock in hand, you figured if she was offering, you'd indulge her.

	“Are you going to talk all night, or are you going to get on?” You asked her, brazenly. Your response caught her off guard, but she was amused no less. Her eye opened wide and her teeth bared.

	“You're gonna regret saying that!” Her voice grew distorted and her image exploded into a cloud that swarmed towards your lower body. A dull pressure resting on your legs was replaced with the woman's half-naked body. Picking up her legs, she rested her soles on your chest, batting her lashes as she dug her toes under your shirt. “Now let's get these off before you make a mess...” With the woman's assistance, your outer layers were tossed aside towards the back wall, leaving you in just your underwear. You were about to pull them down before her blue hands laid on your waistband. “Allow me.”

	Lowering her face towards your package, she inhaled deeply through her nostrils, sighing haughtily while her eye closed in delight.

	“I know where you're going to go.” The ghost murmured, clipping the head of your cock with the elastic, revealing it slowly like the curtain at the theatre. With just a slip of the hand, your shaft was let go, bouncing back and slapping your crotch. “Ohh-hoh-oh...delicious...” Her voice shook as she cradled your sack, audibly swallowing down her excitement. Her puckered lips gingerly planted themselves on each ball, suckling until small hickies marked your skin.

	A pit in your chest formed, watching her mouth open and her tongue drape out; before she dragged it along your length. You felt the pressure go through your lungs and before you could stop it, a loud moan emanated from your throat. The sensation made your eyes twinkle until an abrupt fit of hysterics pulled you back in.

	“Does the virgin have an idea?” She asked mockingly. Your patience for her snide insinuations had reached its limit.

	You were on her at once, your hands pinning her ankles to opposite sides of her head with her exposed bottom as your prize. Her astonished expression proved you had caught her off guard, but that wasn't enough for you. Positioning your hips, you had enough finesse to align the tip of your engorged cock to her asshole; you could already feel it tense and loosen in fear, but her words were caught before she could voice an objection.

	“I'm tired of your voice!” You grunted, dropping your legs and feeling a sense of warmth encompass the first half of your shaft. The sudden penetration caused the ghost's mouth to fall open and her gaze go blank, as if she was staring past the plastered ceiling. Pushing the rest of the way down, her ass gave little resistance to the rest of your mass, swallowing you entirely until your sack rested comfortably against her.

	A fluttering sense of satisfaction ceased your heart seeing her in such a state. Her pupils were focusing back into place, but she still had yet to speak.

	“Don't have anything to say, huh?” You retracted your cock only to slam it back down. The resounding clap of your crotch against her naked ass was even more motivation to continue. “Nothing snarky or insulting to throw at me, you smart-ass bitch?!” You dropped your knees on the back of her legs, pinning her down even further into the mattress which squeaked sharply every time you bottomed out inside her rectum. By now soft grunts were forced from her lips in rhythmic fashion to your thrusts. Her body eased against yours, as if going limp; curving under your frame like a bow.

	Switching your grip to her wrists, her legs fell back to your waist. Her muscles went taut as her legs fervently tried to keep you in. The motion made no lasting impact on you with the rush of adrenaline fueling your primal actions. You felt the pressure in your lower gut grow until it surged into your loins, allowing it to flow with full force.

	“Aw fuck-” Was your only signal of what was to come. Embedding your cock into her one last time, you let out a deep groan as undulating waves of pleasure numbed your brain. Your cock pulsed ropes of jizz into her intestines, each one stretching against the walls of her ass, testing their limits to what they could accommodate. At that moment, the ghost threw her head back and let out a wail of her own. Her tongue lathered along her chin and her toes curled around your back. A wet heat splattered onto your crotch and dripped down your thighs until the height of your orgasm fell down, leaving you panting and sweating from the exertion.

	“Fffuck...” You gasped, releasing your hold on her to better support your weight. The intensity of your performance made you light-headed, as the blood from your crotch was rushing back to the rest of your body. The pleasure from experiencing such a rush had rejuvenated your spirit. “Speaking of which,” You thought, peering down at the ghost's head that dangled off the bed. This close, you could see the muscles and tendons of her neck; she resembled a girl perfectly. You feel like you could become enamored with her, if it wasn't for the personality.

	Feeling your erection begin to die down, you opted it was time for things to settle down.

	“You satisfied now? Did you get what you needed?” It was more of a declaration than a question, figuring that all she needed was to fuck and get it over with. A shuddering moan followed by a squeeze around your deflating prick signaled you to begin removing yourself from her body.

	At that moment, however, a sudden grip on your forearm made your pulse shoot back up.

	Her fingers locked into your skin, as if they were wrapped around your bones. Her head then lifted back up - her eye fixed steely onto your sweat-matted features.

	“Where you going, sweetheart?!” Her face twisted into a horrid expression; her pupil narrowed into a tiny dot you had to shy away from staring into while her grin widened beyond what you thought could be managed by a person, her small nose flattened into slits, and her hair extended outwards, revealing the dreaded right eye that had been concealed this entire time – even ghastlier than her other one. “You had that in you all along!?”

	Petrified was all your body could become, giving the ghost ample opportunity to reverse the situation, rolling over until she sat on top of your groin, your dick still firmly squeezed inside of her ass.

	“Don't you know it's rude going straight back there?” Her voice was cemented in controlled insanity, tittering on the brink of absolute madness. The muscles in her ass locked down, gripping your half-erect cock to the point you were worried it would break. You winced from the sudden jolt until the woman loomed over your, blocking out the hazy light and the entire room surrounding you two. “Who's the bitch now?”

	A pair of hands cupped your glutes and pulled them apart, rendering the puckered hole in between vulnerable to her assaults. The blood in your veins turned to stone; your mind demanded a response, but your body could not listen.

	“You're going to like this.” A finger immediately wormed its way into your anus, wriggling about before a second one joined. In a desperate bid for control, you clamped around the digits, but found she still moved as freely as she dared care for. “Oh-hoh! I felt you twitch in me!” Your breath caught in your chest, there was no lubrication, but she slid and writhed inside of you with no resistance. Your body simply opened up to her intrusion. “Here,” Spreading her legs open again, her delicate sex nestled between her thighs, just above where you were implanted in her. Each time she dropped herself, a trickle of nectar slipped out and dabbed your crotch. The warmth was alarming; a ghost secreting bodily fluids and heat, but the longer you gawked, the firmer the wedge inside her rear became. Coupled with the addition of yet another finger further opening your asshole, your cock quickly became erect once again.

	“Good boy.” She ran a hand along your scalp like a mother to a child. “Although, you need a scolding for what you did earlier. Normally I just let guys nut and run, but you, you caught me off guard...made me look foolish. You saw things you weren't supposed to.” Her free hand loomed above the base of your crotch. “Learned this a while back. If you're having trouble staying hard, well,” A flash of benevolence whisked past her face. “You won't for long.”

	Passing through your body, her chilling touch grew from inside your loins, that is until you felt her grip something tender, forcing your cock to violently twitch and hips to drop.

	“There...” The ghost muttered. “A prostate orgasm is like no other.”

	Unable to focus your vision, the room parted into separate instances, unwilling to coalesce into a decipherable image. Fervent kicks tried to buck the woman off of you, but she pushed herself into you further, gripping you like a bowling ball while her other hand squeezed your gland. You bit your tongue to keep from crying out, but internal attacks were unfamiliar, on top of everything else with what was happening to you.

	“I'm going to milk you dry...”

	Each tinge of resistance in your body tried to push away, but each action only made her other hand's work easier. Your teeth bared to hold back and resist her, but she knew your body better than you somehow. She felt so real, and yet when you tried to kick or swing her off, it felt as if you were pushing past water; unyielding, yet present. The muscles in your glutes twitched as she gripped your sensitive organs, it was like a current was coursing through your body, not letting up until you couldn't move anymore. Unable to endure it, you groaned loudly and let loose another load, which the ghost happily took in.

	“Ooooh...felt that one...” She peered down her nose at you sweating and shaking. It was a weak, steady stream that oozed out with each resounding throb. Barely holding on, you gasped feeling her fingers worm around inside of you once again. “Got another one in you, 'stud?'”

	“Stuh-stop...” You muttered. Your prick was still sensitive from climax, but she was no longer grinding her hips – now fixated on just playing with her hands, with her food.

	“Shhh...” She rubbed her foot against your chest, cooing softly. “You don't get to say when...although...” Mumbling over her thoughts, you felt her finally free your asshole from her hand, squinting at the sudden loss of stimulation. “I've got one last little surprise for you!” Sitting back up, she spread her legs apart and brought a hand through her stomach. “Check it out.”

	Past your fogged vision, you could see her body from the stomach downwards faze away until all that remained visible was her hand and your battered cock jutting straight up. Immediately she grasped length and took to pumping furiously, eliciting another pained groan from your throat as you kicked and flailed to no avail.

	“Don't be so bashful, now! I've already licked your ass. The least you could do is cum in mine.”

	Her grip encompassed your entire length; letting up only slightly when her hand moved away. Her other one still kneaded your prostate, an unnecessary effort at this point as already another orgasm began to build. You weren't sure how much more you could bare – your body and mind were exhausted and this girl was getting more out of you than you could ever do by yourself prior. What would've normally been passion and pleasure were being consumed by terror; this specter couldn't be stopped until your body was left withered.

	“Hey now, don't quit out on me just yet.” Releasing her hold on your prostate, you could feel the orgasm's pressure begin to fade away. You were hoping she would sense you were spent and lose interest, but it only spurred her on. “Your balls aren't empty yet.” Pushing on the balls of her feet, her hips began to gyrate against your own. “It's almost like I'm jerking myself off in this pose.” Her humor was lost to you as the coupled power drew tired pants through your teeth. It mattered little to her – she felt your body give way to her touch, and now as you swelled up once again, the ghost pursed her lips in response.

	“There it is...let it all out...” There was little to be done as your third orgasm pulsed through you, even more pitifully than before. Her fingers coerced what little jizz could come out upwards into her, beading at your head before she contentedly patted her stomach. “About time you got it out of ya. How you holding up?”

	Your mind was lost in a haze of fatigue-plagued illusions. The walls congealed into a distant blur spinning into the dank glow of the ceiling light. The thoughts that were barely able to form earlier were now lost in the ether, your words teetering on the tip of your tongue.

	“Hrrsfrrrr...” Came out with a labored breath along with a small stream of drool.

	“Lovely. Well I think that's about it for me.” The spirit got up, finally releasing her hold on your manhood, which plopped down onto your stomach, already half-deflated. Floating up into the air, she ran a hand between her cheeks. “Thanks for the loads, I'm gonna see if I can't find any others stuck here for the night. Might hit you up again on your way back if your brain's not fried.” She began to phase through a wall to an adjacent room.

	“Zrrrfrrr...” You replied, not comprehending what she was saying.

	“Name's Mila by the way. See you later, maybe.” The ghost waved goodbye, popping out of sight, and leaving the room in a deafening silence.