A/N: When you're walking down the street and see a little ghost, what'cha gonna do? You call Ghostbusters! That's how the Ghostbusters theme goes, right? No? Oh whoops. Speaking of Ghostbusters, I bet you wouldn't be surprised if I told you that they have a Ghostbusters porno. And no, I'm not talking Rule 34, I'm talking about a real porno with actors and everything.
I haven't seen it, but I can imagine that it's a recreation of the scene where Dan Aykroyd gets a blow job from a ghost, just in more detail. Oh don't believe? Look it up, it happened! I mean, you don't see fully, but it's heavily implied. Well, I got nothing else to say except that this chapter is going to take on a whole new meaning to the phrase: "Bustin' makes me feel good!"
Chapter 66
I'm Miles Bateman, I'm a Ghost Hunter. I it's my job to go into buildings, and clear them of undead spirits. However, most of the places I visit aren't haunted and I just make up some bull shit about how I "fought" the spirit and drove it from the property.
Most of the time people think some places are haunted because they're old and in need of repair. And any video evidence I gather is to help my credibility. I show them a "heat signature" and tell them that was the Ghost, but it was really is, is a pocket of hot air or raccoon or something.
I mean, Ghosts don't have body, they can't even produce heat. Are people just that stupid? Now, I ain't saying that Ghost aren't real. In a world of magic, you wouldn't expect dead things to stay dead and not come back as sexy women.
True be told, I actually want to find a real Ghost. Just so I can fuck it. I can't quite explain why, I just always wondered what it's like to have sex with something non-corporeal. A little sick? Yes. Do I care? No. Yet every possible haunted building I go to has been a waste of time. Except for my recent job.
People have been saying that the old Morshire Mansion is haunted. Not only that, but they even say they saw the Ghost. Now, maybe I'm getting my hopes up, but if this is true I'm a step closer to giving one a taste of my ectoplasma. And the best part is, if I can remove the spirit I can keep the house.
I drove up to the mansion. On the outside, it looked like it was intact. But I was more concerned with the interior. As I drove up in my van, I saw a pudgy man in a pin stripped suit standing at the path leading to the mansion.
"Mr. Bateman, I presume?" he asked.
"Yes, I am. You must be Mayor Eckhart." I said.
"Yes, thank you for coming. We've been trying to sale this place for years now. But because of the Ghost we've been unsuccessful." he said.
"That's why I'm here. Is true that I can keep the mansion if I get rid of the Ghost?" I asked.
"At this point, I don't care what you do. Get rid of it, keep it, the place is your's. I just want to be away from here." he said wiping his brow with a handkerchief.
"Alright, just give me the keys and I'll do my thing." I said.
Mayor Eckhart gave me the keys to the mansion and rushed to his car. I proceeded inside to begin setting up the cameras. As I was setting up the cameras I could feel like I was being watched. Yeah, I got a good feeling about this place. With everything in place all I had to do was wait.
I sat in my van for the remainder of that evening. It had been a little over seven hours and the only thing I managed to find was my ass going numb. Maybe I'm the one being taken for a ride?
I was flipping through the feeds until I saw something. It was a close-up of a woman's. The feed was being broadcasted from one of the bedrooms. The woman pulled back from the camera. She was kinda cute, looks to be in her mid to late twenties. Long black hair with a red bow, and she wore a tattered red dress.
"H-hello, I'm not sure if this thing is working or not. I've never interacted with a lot of technology. Anyway, I'm Belinda. Belinda Morris." she said.
"As you can see I'm a Ghost. But I don't mean anyone harm. I was a friend to the Morshires, but their daughter, Tiffany; killed me and cast a spell bonding my soul to the house." she said.
"Tiffany was my friend, but she grew jealous of my beauty. After my death, she left with a man I had fallen in love with. You...you look a lot like him. So handsome, and you look like you have strong hands." she said cupping her face.
"I bet you're scared of me, but I promise I don't want to hurt you, if anything I want you to love me. Touch me with those strong hands, here." she said moving her hands to her tits.
"And here." she said moving to her waist.
"And most importantly, here." she said touching her pussy.
She began furiously rubbing her pussy, making lewd faces at the camera as she played with herself. Holy shit, that's hot!
I unzipped my pants, pulled my dick out, and began jerking off to her. The Ghost moved her free hand up to her tits again and exposed them. Gingerly playing with one of them. Ah yeah, you're a dirty girl ain't cha? Bet you also like it up the ass too?
Wait a minute...what the fuck am I doing? Why am I abusing myself in an van, when I can just go inside and fuck her ghostly brains out? I quickly put my dick back into my pants and ran inside. It didn't take long to find the room the Ghost was in. Only she wasn't there.
"Hey Ghost! Where are you!?! Come on, Ghost! Come on out and fuck me! Come on, Ghost fuck me!" I shouted.
Suddenly, I was thrown into the bed. Maybe I should've been less aggressive? The phased through both the bed and the mid section of my torso.
"Darling! I knew you would come to me." she said.
"Hell yeah, now how about I give you a taste of my ectoplasma?" I asked unzipping my pants again.
"Absolutely my darling, anything for you!" she said.
She took my cock and began to lick it. Her tongue was cold and wet, not something I was expecting. But who cares, I'm getting blown by a Ghost!
She took the whole thing into her mouth and began sucking hard on it. I laid my head on the bed and moaned, shit if her blow jobs felt this good then I can't wait to fuck her pussy.
"Do you feel good darling? I want to make you so happy." she said taking her mouth off and started jerking me off.
"You're already doing a hellva job. But why don't you bring that ghostly cunt of yours and ride me like a bike." I said.
"Can I ask you something first, what's your name?" she asked.
"I suppose you should have something to call out as I'm fucking you. I'm Miles." I said.
"Miles...I hope you call out my name too. I'm happy you want to make love to me. I thought I might've scared you away." she said.
"With a cutie like you? Doubtful." I said.
Belinda smiled and lifted her dress, so I could watch as her pussy was lowered onto my cock. Once I entered her she squealed with delight and began to buck her hips wildly.
"Oh yes! After all these years, I'm finally having sex with a man! His cock is destroying my insides! I love fucking! I love fucking!" she cried.
Damn, even though she's kinda a virgin she acts like a slut. I might want to hold on to this one. I took my hands and tried to grab her tits, only to have them phase right through her.
"I'm sorry darling. I'm ah...not solid enough to be touched by you. But...if we, oh...keep fucking I'll have a more corporeal form and...mmm, you can touch me all you want." she moaned.
She kept riding me and while I was a little bummed that I couldn't touch her that only meant more time to fuck. She was slamming harder against me at this point. I can't remember the last time I had sex, but I had it this good. A shame I couldn't kiss her, otherwise I bet she'd melt from me kissing her.
I was brought over the edge and I ended up cumming inside of her. It was weird seeing my semen floating up her translucent body and dissolve. And for a brief second, I could feel the supple flesh of her thighs before they became non-corporeal again.
"I felt your hands! Isn't that wonderful darling?" she asked.
"And you said that we have to keep fucking before you can stay solid, right?" I asked.
"Oh yes darling. Let's have lots of sex so I can be held by you." she said.
So for a week straight I kept fucking Belinda. In any and every room, and in every conceivable position. We were fucking in the kitchen, the master bath, the billiard room to name a few. Eventually Belinda became corporeal again and it made sex more fun for me.
After a week of nonstop sex, there came a knock on the door. I answered it in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. It was the Mayor.
"Mr. Bateman? Good heavens, what happened to you?" he asked.
"Great things Mr. Mayor, Great things." I said.
"Did you deal with the Ghost?" he asked.
"Well, yes and no. She's still in the house, but I think we've come to understanding." I said.
"I guess the will be satisfying enough for me. The house is your's, I'll be back later with some paperwork for you to fill out." he said.
"Thanks, now if you'll excuse me I've got a lady waiting for me." I said closing the door.
I returned to my bedroom where Belinda was waiting for me.
"Who was at the door?" she asked.
"Just the Mayor, he was checking up on me." I said.
"That was nice of him, we should invite him over sometime, he seems nice." she said.
"I don't know if he'll be okay being around you. But I'll try." I said wrapping my arms around her.
"I love you Miles." she said.
"Love you too." I said kissing her.
So that's how I got to bed a Ghost. Sometimes spirits ain't as creepy as we want to believe. Sometimes all they need is a loving...and maybe a hard dick.