Surely just dressing in an 80s pop star fashion wouldn’t cause any concern. That’s what Mary had hoped, yet as soon as the Halloween party was over, as she was being driven home, everything changed.
Suddenly, it was as if everything had been paused. The driver was gone, yet everything around her was still in a blur, as if her surroundings had paused while in motion. Before Mary could try and make sense of what was happening, sounds began emanating from the prop headphones she was wearing. The whispers that flowed into her mind were accompanied by sounds of men and women in a state of ecstasy. Instantly, Mary was put into a state of warmth and contentment. Visions of sex and foreplay played in her thoughts as arousal quickly flooded throughout. The sounds, the whispers all describing each of Mary’s deep-seated fantasies, were like an erotic spell being cast on her.
Even though she knew there was nobody else in the car, Mary could feel fingers slowly undressing her. Ghostly fingertips drifted out of the headphones, creeping down her body and stripping her one button at a time.
The fingers took their time with her, making sure that she was shivering in arousal each time another inch of her body was exposed. The combination of the whispers in her ears describing what it intended to do with her, along with the gentle stimulation of her clothing being removed piece by piece, had Mary at a boiling point in mere minutes. She had never been so turned on in her life. These phantasmic hands had seduced her like no human hands had ever done so.
“It will feel like every orgasm you’ve ever had in your life combined into one and unleashed upon your gorgeous, quivering body. You will come so intensely that you won’t even be able to scream. Every time you’ve masturbated, you’ve only hoped to experience the pleasure that we are building towards.”
“Hear those sounds of ecstasy; picture those firm, wet slaps of penetration. Imagine every mouth that rolls into the exaltations of bliss, those eyes all staring upon you and wishing they could feel what you will feel.”
Every single movement seemed to be in slow motion. Minutes passed as one button – and then another – was slowly pulled away. It felt like an eternity for even a single piece of clothing to be peeled down to reveal her black bra. Even longer still before her silky black thong was finally exposed. All the while, her body would arch and heave desperately for more attention. Each time she caressed herself and moved her hand between her legs, the ghostly hand would ease her own away, constantly making sure she wasn’t able to rush the pleasure along. All Mary could do was gently aid in the entity’s goal of teasing herself to a frothing frenzy. When she wasn’t gliding her fingertips along her upper body, she was clawing at the seat in frustration and overpowering need for more.
The ghost, however, remained patient, as time was of no matter. No matter how much her lingerie was drenched with her arousal, or how much she gasped and pleaded for a faster pace or a deeper touch, the entity continued to walk those fingertips along her body and ease the clothing from her without any rush.
By the time she was fully stripped naked, she could have screamed in orgasmic bliss just from the moment it sank its fingers into her or pinched against her sensitive clit.
It didn’t do either of those things at first, of course. Instead, the patient hands merely tormented her most tender areas in the same languid, deliberate pace as it had stripped her.
Mary would be screaming out for it to just fingerfuck her after so long having it tease her constantly convulsing entrance, always threatening to push a finger inside yet never making good on the threat.
What Mary didn’t realise was that this wasn’t about teasing her or even making her climax multiple times by the end of her night. This was about simply giving her the most intense, drawn-out orgasm she’d ever experienced in her life. A more intense climax than any human could ever even imagine experiencing. This apparition… this spirit… was going to take its time, providing her a level of ecstasy she wouldn’t be able to comprehend once it was unleashed upon her. If Mary realised just how devastating the mind-shattering ecstasy was that lay in store as those fingers finally worked inside her and unleashed their spell, she’d have savoured these moments, this slow ordeal, far more.
Whether she could handle the teasing or not, it didn’t matter. Mary had a long, slow road towards that climax ahead of her. The ghostly hands would make sure she earned that heavenly reward with every whimper and plea.
It loved her body, her every soft, sensitive curve, and wanted to take its time. The living were so fun to play with.
Content created by: PleasureTorture
Ghost fun yes
Where are the clips from?
I don’t know the name of the film this is from; I had created these GIFs a long time ago from a random snippet. I’ll try and find the original clip to see if there are any clues on what the movie is.