I began telling this story as a way to document some of my more embarrassing experiences among the supernatural. However, looking back on it, I think I started exploring this story again because I discovered something about myself. My name is Hailey O'Brien, and through a series of unfortunate decisions, I accidentally ended up hunting actual ghosts for a living. I never believed in the supernatural until my boy-toy, Justin, convinced me to join him on his ghostly escapades. I loved the way he felt inside me, so naturally I went along with it. That was until we both discovered that ghosts were real, and I was sent to handle two Poltergeists on my own.
Poltergeists are known in ghost community as prankster ghosts - when I took the job, I didn't know that. They were haunting a nearby library and managed to use some of their ghostly antics to strip me down to my underwear in front of about 30 people. I was mortified, and then, as if I wanted to, I stripped off my panties and sat with my legs spread eagle for everyone to see. The ghosts were using paranormal influence to make me do it, but once I was on display, something else came over me.
At the time, I thought it was the ghosts telling me to do this, but I know now that it was just the fire between my legs. I, of my own free will, reached down and began playing with my pussy in front of a crowd of people! I slid my index and middle fingers between my lips and spread them wide. I shaved to only have a landing strip that matched the color of my red hair tucked in a ponytail. Anything that my minimal pubic hair covered, I quickly revealed by pulling back the flaps of my pussy.
My perky tits were begging for touch, so with my free hand I reached up and glided across the freckles that covered my C cup breasts. Just the feeling of my fingers touching the sensitive skin surrounding my nipples sent ripples of heat across my chest. I squeezed down hard and let out a moan for everyone to hear.
I closed my eyes in pleasure as I moved my two fingers back together, then up and down my sex. I explored every inch of my pussy before making my way to the clit. It was swollen and yearned for touch. I rotated my fingers in a small circle and every part of me tightened as my clit responded by sending bolts of vibrating pleasure down my legs. I clenched my ass that was squished against the cold tile of the library lobby.
My thighs began to shake, and my bare feet lost grip slightly and slipped forward. I had forgotten that I had an audience at this point but the disappointed sigh of an elderly gentleman who lost view of my crotch reminded me that I was putting on a show. In the moment I tried to restrain myself, to see if this was really the ghosts, but I was powerless to stop my fingers from moving down and sliding inside myself.
I was dripping my juices all over the tile floor and as soon as my two fingers pushed against the swollen walls of my vagina, I let out a long moan and lifted my legs back in the air. I loosened grip on my boob and moved my fingers to pinch down on my solid nipples. I twisted hard as I fucked myself with my other hand. I moaned louder and louder before finally an explosion of heat and tension cascaded over me and a world of ecstasy filled my body. My orgasm sent my juices flying from my pussy to about a foot in front of me.
I panted hard as my weak legs lowered to the floor and I came back to my senses. I opened my eyes and looked around. Holy fuck, I had just given myself the best orgasm of my life in front of a group of old strangers. Everyone stared at me in disgust, speechless at what they just witness. My body immediately heated in embarrassment; I could've melted into the floor right there.
Now that I had cum, I knew for certain the ghosts didn't make me do that. I wanted to - I enjoyed it. Then, as I thought about everyone staring at me, the warmth of my embarrassment moved back down into my crotch. I was getting horny again! I didn't want to think about the implications of that, and I didn't have to for long. Finally, someone spoke.
The old man to my right who was disappointed as his obstructed view earlier said something. However, he didn't sound normal, his voice echoed and overlapped.
"We did not command that." The ethereal voice said from within the old man.
I looked at him and his eyes glowed blue. I took a quick scan of the room and everyone else was staring at the guy as well. Then I heard a second voice. It matched the first one but was slightly higher in pitch. This one came from the prudish librarian I had met when I arrived.
"The slut enjoys being embarrassed it seems." The second voice bellowed.
I was frozen and didn't know what to say - they were kind of right. However, the idea of continuing any further terrified me. I was still completely nude and despite two of the people being controlled by ghosts, there were still 28 other adults who has just seen me masturbate to a messy and wet orgasm. All I wanted to do was pretend this never happened and get out of here.
"Perhaps we should teach her a lesson on acting against our will." The first voice from the old man said.
Oh no, they had more planned for me. I tried to stand up, but my legs were too weak from moments earlier, so I could do nothing as I saw the man get up. I'm not sure if the ghosts had frozen the rest of the room in place, or if they just loved watching my misery, but everyone simply watched as the old man dragged his chair over.
Finally, he reached about a foot in front of me, right where my squirt stopped staining the floor. He placed the chair sideways and sat down. He said nothing, but he stuck one knee up. I wanted to pretend I didn't know what that meant, but I did. I sat still, hoping he would just let me off the hook, but with a commanding presence he pointed to his knee, and I couldn't delay it any longer.
They were no longer compelling me, but they had a power over me since I had just let my pussy convince me into masturbating for everyone's enjoyment. I wanted to run, but I felt weak - like I had to listen to them. So, I sheepishly crawled over to him on my hands and knees and began to climb onto his lap. I tried to lay so that my face would be toward the crowd, but he wasn't having that.
"Ah, ah, ah, let the people see that beautiful butt of yours." He said.
The cheeks on my face went beat red as I spun around and sprawled myself across his lap. He held my mid-section up with his leg so my body was draped over him like an upside-down V. My ass was stuck way up in the air for everyone to look at, and the chair was low enough that my face dangled just above the floor. I was less than an inch away from my own liquids on the ground with my ass on display for the whole room.
