Tamara’s brother Andy is obsessed with ghosts. It’s a good thing he has plenty of money because he spends every waking hour investigating spirits and paranormal activity. Tammy can usually get out of it, but this time, she ends up setting up cameras for him so he can see if there’s any truth to rumors of ghosts at a warehouse. While she’s setting up, she gets plenty of evidence of her own because invisible hands, invisible mouths and invisible cocks are taking her before she knows what’s happening, and it’s a paranormal rough sex experience complete with her first anal sex and a scorching double penetration.
Warning: This email contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity during a paranormal sex encounter. It includes ghost sex, rough sex, deepthroat, first anal sex, and double penetration. It is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.
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I’d just finished getting all of the right plugs into the right outlets when I heard the sound. It was a strange echoing sound that made me pause because it seemed like such a cliché. It was like somebody had recorded the sound from any one of a million cheap horror flicks. A soft and spooky howl with a kind of a mournful overtone, it sounded like a mixture between a voice and an oboe. It was so crazy, and it was stupid enough that I whirled around and shouted, “Very funny, Andrew!” My shout echoed from the walls and then it was silent. The silence was deafening. I took a deep breath and said in an even, though still stern, voice, “Andy, listen, I agreed to do this for you but that doesn’t mean that—”
My voice ended in a soft moan as my nipples suddenly ignited with sensation. Someone had stepped behind me, reached around, and pinched my nipples. The feeling was intense, and I don’t know if I was just worked up about my date with Trevor but that first touch was enough that I swear to God I just about came right then and there. Still, I had no idea who it was, and I looked down at the hands pinching and squeezing and…and there was nothing there!
That’s not entirely accurate. There was certainly something there, but even though I could see my nipples getting harder and I could see my breasts moving within my shirt, I couldn’t see the hands. I whirled around. There was nothing there. There I go again. There was something there. I just couldn’t see it. I did feel it. I felt hands pull me and suddenly I was pressed up against a man’s body, an invisible man’s body, but a man’s body nonetheless. I could feel broad shoulders and I could even feel what seemed to be a very thick and very hard cock pressing up against my stomach. My eyes were wide open, staring at the wall of the warehouse, and they stayed wide open even as I felt a tongue forcing its way into my mouth.