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Mariah tilted back the glass, and the last drops of wine washed over her lips and down her throat. It was almost time. She set the glass down next to her half eaten dinner and made her way upstairs. When she stepped inside the bedroom, she locked the door behind her, and kicked off her heels.
Next, Mariah undid the zipper down the side of her black, form fitting skirt. She untucked her shirt, quickly undoing the buttons and slipping it off, tossing the white garment onto her lounge chair in the corner. The skirt slid down her legs onto the carpet. She stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor. The clock was ticking. She didn’t have time to make everything nice and tidy.
She undid the clasp of her bra while she padded toward her mirror. It landed on the floor as well, and was quickly joined by her thong.
Mariah examined her reflection in the mirror. She ran her hands down her pale flesh, accented with freckles, caressing the firm round flesh of her breasts. Her hands then reached up to undo her ponytail, letting her thick red hair cascade down her shoulders in a silky display of sensuality.
Xavier liked it when her hair was down. At least, Mariah wondered it did. She couldn’t really tell what Xavier truly liked and disliked about her body. One thing was sure. Xavier hated electricity. It almost never came when so much as a night light was left on. So she hurriedly lit the candles around her room, and switched off all the lights, unplugged the alarm clock and television.
“Okay,” she said. “I’m ready for you.”
Mariah climbed into her bed, pulling the covers over her naked body. She laid there for a while, listening, the anticipation building. When she heard the wind suddenly pick up outside the house, she knew Xavier was here. Her spectral visitor. The thing that plundered her body night after night. She started getting wet just thinking about it.
The bedroom door rattled, and the candle flames flickered as the cool breeze blew through the seams around the doorframe. An invisible mist that flitted about the room, exploring, prodding, knocking over picture frames and blowing away loose sheets of paper. Xavier all the time made a mess of her room when it first arrived. Mariah didn’t mind.
She felt the air grow deathly cold above her. Her nipples stiffened and goosebumps spread across her flesh. Xavier had found her.
The covers at the foot of the bed lifted no more than a few inches, and she felt Xavier’s icy touch crawl across the bottom of her foot and creep up her leg. Mariah shivered at the unnatural cold, its bracing effect making her gasp. Xavier’s shapeless, invisible form snaked around her leg, glancing her sex, and wrapped around her torso.
Her breast moved, as if on its own, but Mariah knew Xavier’s chill touch was groping her in its usual way. The sensation spread down her other leg and one of her wrists.
“Xavier…” she panted. The chill touch traced up her neck toward her open mouth. It slipped past her lips, filling her mouth, tugging at her tongue. Mariah stuck out her tongue hungrily, as if to passionately kiss a lover. As the force pressed back against her, she imagined running her tongue into Xavier’s own mouth, though she knew it had nothing of the sort. The resistance felt real enough to her, however, so she pressed on with the intimate act.
The spirit tightened its grip around her wrist and ankles, and she felt it probing at her pussy. The touch was chilling and electric. Mariah let out a groan. The covers of the bed flung up and away in a violent display of force. The tendrils around her limbs pulled taught, and she was spread as if she was about to be drawn and quartered in some medieval dungeon. Her only free hand clung to the mattress topper, but then it was tugged up and held against the frame of the bed.
There was the cracking sound of static discharge as Xavier snaked its way inside her pussy.
“Oh…yes…” Mariah pleaded. She saw flickering flashes of white static arcs around the entrance to her sex. The cold, electric sensation filled her pussy in the way that only Xavier could. No real cock or dildo could ever fill the full volume of her pussy like Xavier did.
It was like making love to water. She bit her lip as the whirling sensation pushed against the inside of her flesh in every direction. She could feel the energy sparking around her G-Spot, tickling and stimulating. She strained against Xavier’s restraining grasp. It only made the spirit tighten its grip.
At the motion, Xavier pressed itself into her mouth again, but this time, it didn’t stop at her tongue. It pushed deeper, filling her throat. Mariah’s mouth opened wide with the force of it. She’d satisfied no shortage of men in her time, but this was unlike any blowjob she’d given before. It was undeniable that something was pressing against the warm flesh of her throat, but she could breathe freely. Tears welled up in her eyes as she began to gag on Xavier’s presence, but the spirit didn’t withdraw, and she was compelled to force herself to breathe through the sensation of deepthroating her invisible lover.
Mariah felt the lips of her pussy spread wider as Xavier pushed more of itself into her. She moaned in ecstasy at the pleasure of it. Her eyes went wide when she felt a tendril explore around the rim of her asshole.
As if spurred on by her reaction, the icy tendril pressed into her. Mariah felt her heart start to race as the chilling mist wriggled its way into her ass. At first, the sensation felt no wider than that of a pinky finger, but it rapidly grew as the invisible form pushed deeper. It spread her hole wider, to the point of pain. Mariah winced, groaning, but unable to speak while Xavier still dominated her throat. The pain mixed with pleasure when the pressure of the anal intrusion pressed against the opposite side of her G-Spot. It was like being penetrated by two of the biggest cocks in the world.
Mariah’s body tensed against its restraints, and her legs began to quiver uncontrollably. She saw the tears in her eyes fall away…but they didn’t fall down. The fell…up? Into the air. Her hair was drifting in front of her face. Like she was underwater. Then she felt her body lift off the bed. This was new.
Xavier wriggled inside her throat, pussy, and ass. It groped her perky tits, twisting her nipples. It constricted around her wrists, ankles, and thighs. Mariah’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as a shattering orgasm crashed through her. She let out a wordless cry as Xavier’s electrical, icy touch filled her every nerve with pleasure. She felt her pussy gush with her own cum, and heard the heavy drops drip from her flesh onto the mattress that was now six feet below her.
The tendrils of Xavier throbbed violently with electricity, sending blue and white arcs shooting across her skin. Mariah felt like her whole body had become a clitoris, and Xavier was its vibrator. A fresh orgasm exploded inside her, and her squirt shot across the room while she finally succeeded in pulling against Xavier’s restraints.
Mariah felt Xavier extract itself from her like a wet sponge, and she fell heavily onto the bed, her spectral fuck buddy suddenly absent. She closed her aching jaw. She felt her asshole winking open and closed reflexively. The walls of her pussy were doing something similar. She gasped for air, though she’d been able to breathe the entire time. The skin around her arms and legs was already bruising.
Her eyes fluttered shut. She felt like melting into her mattress. “Goodnight, Xavier,” Mariah said to her empty bedroom.
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Oh my goodness. You know, I never thought I’d ever fap to a ghost story, but here we are. You outdid yourself with the amazing descriptions of the ways her holes are used and abused and entirely fulfilled.