Ghost Train Ch 02 Unwanted Intruder

Femdom ahead, there is a part 1

Bill reassured the ghost he'd take her wherever she wanted, there was no point in resisting while he was trapped in a train carriage with a creature that had uninterrupted access to his cock and balls.

The apparition wrung her hair out over Bill's lap, spectral water droplets trickled down his crotch, Bill shivered. "I didn't drown myself, a fool drunk driver killed me... I want you to desecrate her grave". Bill's mind was spinning at double speed like a hamster in a wheel, he'd never been asked for a favour by a spirit before, best play along. Ghosts had only demanded unusual sexual favours from him in the past.

"I'm sorry that happened to you... where is it?" he said with an attempt at sympathy. The monster that had left his cock throbbing 5 minutes ago seemed to appreciate this. "Sit tight on this train for an hour and you'll be there, Arlington Cemetery, plot 34A." The word 'tight' was emphasized with a sharp squeeze of his balls.

"It's the grave covered with fresh blue and lilac flowers" she spat, "see you Billy.

She released her ethereal tether to the train seat and Bill sped away from her at 50 miles an hour. Not nearly fast enough for Bill. Being molested on the train like some kind of Japanese schoolgirl was bad enough, he wasn't about to play along with this sick charade.

He got off at the next stop as usual, dried semen plastering his cock to his boxers, it peeled away as he sat up, he winced. He walked home past convenience shops and nail parlours. He caught a glimpse of a ghost skipping over shop front canopies like they were trampolines. He kept his eyes locked forwards when she glanced in his direction, in his peripheral vision he could see she was wearing a torn dressing gown, tits bouncing wildly. He wouldn't let this little show wouldn't get his attention. His girlfriend Maya was waiting at home for him, flesh and blood, something real.

Bill got home without event, he hugged his girlfriend and pecked her on the cheek. Maya was dark skinned, short and sweet. She also knew more about Bill than he'd like. Nothing about ghosts though, he really didn't want to ruin things with that kind of conversation. They exchanged pleasantries, Bill hearing about her work, Maya receiving lies of omission.

Later after dinner Maya traced a hand across Bill's chest seductively. Bill's balls were running on low after his eventful commute. "In the morning?" he responded. "I can wait that long... just." Bill had never had a partner who made him feel desired like this. His ex always acted like sex was a favour.

The next morning he was true to his word, after some preamble he pinned Maya down and buried his face in her medium sized tits. After her giggles turned to gasps he started working on her snatch. In two minutes Bill was slamming himself into her doggy style and starting to choose a rhythm. He gripped her hair at the base of her head pulling it back gently. This was like a cleansing of the train debacle for Bill, a return to normality, with him on top sampling some prime pussy.

A shadow crept up the headboard, Bill's eyes flicked to it, he stopped mid-hump and turned his neck in the direction of the door. The air in his lungs caught and he was suddenly aware of all the blood coursing through his body. "What's wrong honey?" came from below him. The ghost from the train stood in the doorway, less damp looking than before but angrier. Her clothes had lost the wet transparency of the train. "This was more important than my dying wish was it?"

Bill had to force himself to reactivate his hips "nothing, sexy" he slapped Maya's brown ass. Bill looked backward and angrily mouthed "go away, find some other sucker." The gheist's mouth opened ever so slightly in surprise, she glided onto the bed "I'll show you nothing." She clamped a hand over his mouth, and snaked an ectoplasm coated finger into Bill's asshole, he bucked in surprise. A muffled yelp emerged from between her fingers.

"You looove this pussy, I know" Maya responded. The spirit released Bill's mouth and slid behind him. She flicked her hair back and started to aggressively suck Bill's sack while continuing to finger him. It felt overwhelming, he felt like he couldn't concentrate enough to stand steadily let alone hump.

His cock started to flag from this abuse. Maya noticed and laughed. "We can change positions". By the time she had rolled onto her back his cock was half soft. Maya was a trooper however and without prompting she gently pushed Bill down, straddled his head with her thighs and faced away from him.

She slowly leant back until her asshole was pressured by Bill's nose, ironically her 'weak spot' was also his. He was a garden variety anal pervert. Bill tongued her snatch how she liked it, focusing on the vulva and clit. He felt like he might be able to make an erectile recovery. A voice muttered "You're not going to fuck any woman again until you help me."

A pale hand grasped his cock and jacked it unceremoniously fast, Bill couldn't wrestle her hand off him without looking crazy in front of his woman. This being the biggest fear of every mortal who can see ghosts. His heart started pounding and he couldn't help but to audibly breath in the smell of Mayas ass-crack.

Thirty seconds later his cock flexed and came all over his stomach. Bill gripped onto the thighs on either side of his head and pressed his mouth against Maya's pussy instinctually. The ghost smiled and kept going until the ejaculations had reduced from shots to drops. She then wiped her hand on Bill's thigh dismissively

Maya's musical laughter embarrassed Bill more than getting his ass broken in a minute ago. "You came from sniffing my ass darling? You absolute degenerate!" Her accent made it sexy but still humiliating. She pinched his nipples teasingly. Bill solemnly went back to work under her, hiding his red face under her ass. The spirit moved her lips to his ears and whispered gently "You're going to be 'disappointing' your hot little girlfriend every time one unless you cooperate" She bit his earlobe and dug five fingernails into the head of his member, he flinched, pausing his tounge action. "Fine" he murmured "Tonight I'll go."

He finished Maya with a tongue barrage on her clit while still shivering from the teeth and nails he was being threatened with. She bucked in pleasure as she climaxed, blissfully unaware her boyfriend was being tormented by a sadistic ghoul.

He'd never had a ghost follow him home, usually the sanctity of one's dwelling was a barrier to the supernatural however they did gain power the more you interacted with them. This certainly counted as interaction. It was a cycle he needed to break, hopefully at the graveyard that night.

I hope you all enjoyed. I welcome criticism and suggestions.