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 Original story by: azumitheflirt
 
 Tags: Ghost sex, big boobs, monolog caption, ectoplasm goo, backstory before smut, creampie, kissing, cuddling, happily-ever-after.
 
 
 "Hello. Please don't run away! I, um... there's no need to look around, you can't see me right now. I wanted to explain some things first. You are the new owner, yes?"
 
 "Right, right. Of course you are. Big, strong white man like you, looking to fix up this old house. It's an eyesore, I know. Hasn't been easy, watching it fall apart all these years. I'm not the only skeleton buried here, but... um, well, all the others passed on. I've tried to keep the gangs and junkies out. That's how this place got the reputation for being haunted."
 
 "But you're different. You want to make something out of this house. That's nice. Maybe if you can fix it up, I... I might... um, but that for later. Sorry for locking you in the bathroom like this, but I just really need you to listen. You're my only hope."
 
 "All-right, I'll unlock the door, but only if you promise not to run. I'm... well, I'm the ghost that haunts this place. I know a white guy like you isn't superstitious or anything, and that's good. If more people were like you, well... a-anyway, I need to tell you how I ended up like this. This house is old, and it to be the manor of a plantation. Yes, we had slaves. It was... well, it was a different time. My husband was ill, and everyone knew that in his will he wanted to free the slaves. Every one of them would get a suit of clothes and some money to help make their own way in the world. He was so generous like that."
 
 "Well, my husband recovered from his illness. Things... things went back to normal. This made some of the slaves upset, since they wanted the money to pay gambling debts. Then a strange man came to these parts. He wore paint on his face and carried a crooked staff. A voodoo priest from the Caribbean, spreading his poisonous lies and claiming that our slaves were betraying their ancestors by worshiping the white man."
 
 "Yes, it's a bit of a long story. Here, come to the kitchen. I've made some tea. Anyway, I wanted to have that rabble-rouser sent away, or at least shot, but my husband was very kind-hearted. He went to the man and warned him not to come around our plantation, for his witchcraft was sinful. I hoped that would be the end of it, but all my husband had done was paint a target on us."
 
 "I can move little things, and tweak valves, well enough. Thank you for listening, by the way. I've needed to say this for so long. Most people hear a voice from the walls, especially one that sounds old and dry like mine, and they're gone with the wind. Ah... one night the slaves stormed our manor. There was something wrong with them. Later I discovered that the voodoo priest had given them all some drug in a shared cup during a horrible ritual. It dulled their minds and their senses, so they did not care if they lost a limb or were shot, they just pushed onward. A horde of them, all men who earlier that day had waved to me when I toured the fields and women who I had taught to read."
 
 "What happened to my husband was horrible, but he fought bravely. What happened to the children was worse. It was a bloodbath, and all for the sick pleasure of that wicked, wicked witch-priest! He had the slaves bring me to him, and he... he was going to... I'm sorry, I need just a moment. I... is the tea to your liking?"
 
 "Oh, thank you! I've not had my cooking complimented in far too long. I... when I felt the priest's hands on my body, I had a sudden surge of revulsion. I could not let myself be defiled! With the last of my strength, I tore loose of the slaves' feeble-minded grip, seized up the nearest sharp object, and slashed my throat. Out gushed my blood, and I fell dying to the floor next to my dear husband. But I... I had underestimated the voodoo priest's hatred and wickedness. I had used his ritual knife to end my life. He used it to disfigure my face and take my eyes. Then he cursed me to roam this homestead until a man poured his love into me, and laughed as he lit the house ablaze."
 
 "Over the decades I have tried to... well, to clean myself up. To mend some of the damage to this spiritual form. I've learned to do a great many tricks around the house, all the better for scaring away the unwanted and keeping out pests. Much of my body I can shift, so I can pretend to be a great many different spirits, but... well, my face is still a horror to behold. I have no eyes, just great black orbs that shift from side to side. The skin of my cheeks was taken by him, and... well, it is all a sort of gooey substance when I manifest, but I look as though I am all teeth and no lips."
 
 "I'm sorry if this is disturbing to you, but I... I wanted to be as honest as I could. My hair is long. I can use it to cover most of my face. Y-you won't even need to see it, I... oh, I'm getting ahead of myself again. It's just that you haven't run, and so I dearly hope you'll perhaps consider helping me?"
 
 "Your skin feels so warm. I have been cold for as long as I can remember. When you put in that new window out front, I felt... it seemed so nice, for that crack in the old one was there for thirty-nine years and nothing I could do would mend it. That wasn't an original window, of course. This place has been rebuilt a few times, but never by good owners. They always sent work crews. You're just one man, taking on this great task by himself."
 
 "Oh, you want to start a family? This would be a lovely place for it, yes. Why, there's a perfect spot for the garden where all the bodies are buried, and the old canning cellar just needs a new door to keep out the rain. There's even some interesting trunks left up in the attic from others who've lived here. I... I've shared this home with many others who were much less understanding than you. There have even been a few children from time to time. I always loved the pitter-pat of little feet. So did my husband..."
 
 "If you would be so kind as to help me pass on, I... well, I'll pass on. There have been exorcists and others who tried to oust me. Once an owner even brought a voodoo priest, who I promptly showed out and sent running! But I don't need a pudgy man waving an incense burner and chanting made-up words. I don't need a couple of sexually frustrated women playing pretend around a board with letters on it. I certainly don't need a savage with a bit of bone stuck through his nose, no thank you!"
 
 "What I need is big, and white, and if you do not mind me getting a bit handsy, feels like it's throbbing between your legs. I need you to pump me full of your love, sir. W-will you? Even though I'm... I'm a wretched old spirit?"
 
 "You're quite brave. Admittedly, I did slip a few herbs into the tea that I hope will get you in the mood, but it takes a strong man to face the unknown! I... I'm a bit nervous as well. Let me focus, and I'll see if I can appear in a... a form you'll like a bit more. Ahhh... and... here we are! Oh dear, I've made a gooey mess on the table... sorry about that. A-anyway, do you like girls with a larger bust? A smaller waist?"
 
 "Oh, these ripped clothes? What I was buried in, would you prefer something else? Y-yes, they do come off like that... Ah, sorry, I'm trying to keep my form consistent, but I... it's my limbs, they stretch out a bit. To think is to act, quite literally in my case. I just have to think about reaching, and... oh, but you don't care about that. Here we are. Don't be shy, let me get your trousers down. My, my! A workman's tool you have here, good sir!"
 
 "Sorry, let me keep my hair like so... no, you really don't want to see my face, but let me float up a bit and show you what a strapping young man should be interested in! There you are, rest that hot head of yours on my cool bosom. As big as you like, or as small as you want. Sorry if it's a bit gooey and giving, I really am trying my best. You don't know how much this means to me, to hold someone close like this... mmm..."
 
 "Well, enough acting like an old hen. Let me press up against this wall here and you can commit to the good work! Don't worry about being gentle, young man, just grab on and have your way! A-ahhh! Goodness, how can you f-feel even larger than you look! I... oh, my hair almost... there we go, back where it sh-should be. Ahhh... like that, yes! Just close your eyes and p-pretend it's a girl you love, a girl you want to bring to this home after y-you've fixed it all up! I hope I'm not too c-cold for you..."
 
 "That's right, sink your fingers in wherever you please! Oh my, I'm so thankful a young white man finally came here! It's g-good to see that men like you still exist in this world. After all the decades I've seen, all the hate and pain I've witnessed, this is a taste of something I w-was afraid we had lost. Oh, I'm getting dribbly t-tears all over the floor... and it's not just t-tears I'm making a mess with! Keep on charging, young stallion!"
 
 "You've been working so hard around here to g-get the place back in order. Haven't had any time for release, have you? That's not healthy, young man, not at all! Don't hold back, I need as much as you can give me. We're going to break that wretched voodoo priest's curse together! I know you've been saving up. Push me, grab me, drive deep into me and feel my form ooze around you! The only purpose I have left on this earth is to mould myself with each one of those thrusts, to be a little more perfect for pleasing you every time you thrust back in!"
 
 "That's the way, that's right! I can feel you twitching, right at the edge! H-hold it for just a second longer, it'll feel so much better w-when... we... together!"
 
 "...haaah... aah... oh my... I feel it filling me up... spreading out throughout my body... haah... such strong, bold white seed. Yes! I... oh no, my hair... I'm sorry, I was so caught up in the moment, I... let me fix it... w-wait, let go of my wrist, I can't fix my hair if you... if you mess it up like that! Don't look at me, I'm hideous, I'm cursed, I'm... mmmm..."
 
 "Y-you... right on the teeth, you kissed me. I... but I'm not... pretty..."
 
 "Oh, your arms feel so warm and strong. Yes, I know you need to sit down, you filled me up with so much. Do you really not mind looking at my face? Perhaps just sometimes, not all the time. Special times, like... like right now. I feel hot inside. When you filled me with cum... when you kissed me... I knew the curse was breaking. Let me put my arms around you."
 
 "This is wonderful, just sitting together like this. You've made an old wisp so happy. I... I wish you and your future wife this happiness. And I hope you have many white children together. M-maybe even a few who are only half-white, if that sort of charity is still practiced. Yes... I feel the chains falling away. I'm not enslaved by that wretched rabble-rouser's curse anymore. Hah... look at me, I'm already starting to fade. You can even see all that thick white seed floating inside me. Thank you. Thank you so much!"
 
 "Mmmm... another kiss? Such a kind white man. Ah... I can see the light... it's my time to go."
 
 "Here, let me move away so when my form fades I don't make a sticky mess... what? Y-you don't want me to go? I... I'm afraid that's not how it works. The bonds are broken. I... well, I suppose since you are the owner of the house, and I have so much of your seed inside of me, I... perhaps I could be bound to you? Just... just until you bring home a good girl. One who will treat a strong white man the way he deserves. Girls these days don't know anything about being ladies."
 
 "W-would you like that? Even though I look like this? Well, if you change your mind, just let me know. I'll try to make myself useful around here too. O-oh... and just to be on the safe side, I... well, I'll want you to keep filling me up. I feel so much more corporeal now, like I could really get up to some haunting if I needed to! Yes, yes, I'm sure that I could even help you with the repairs as long as you keep me strongly bound. It's amazing what a white man's love can achieve, isn't it? Purer and mightier than all the cantrips of the hateful savages."
 
 "Mmm... why, now I think about it, this is how I always wanted to be. A faithful helpmate for a brave man. It's almost like a natural order has been restored to the property. Oh, I'm sorry, my husband used to say I read too many books. W-would you kiss me again, my liberator? And... and can we do it on the table next?"