He had been fascinated with ghosts and ghosts stories since he was a young child. Telling scary stories around a campfire with friends, or simply reading books about ghosts and paranormal experiences, it quickly became his life.
One myth in particular always piqued his interest. It was the story of a ghostly lover, who would appear floating through a window in sheer white robes, slowly killing its victim with passion and desire. The eroticism always got to him, and many nights he lay in bed, with the window open, hoping against hope, that one night, this lovely vision would enter his room, and seduce him.
Back in the real world, his class at the university would be conducting their own field study at a 'haunted house'. He was studying for a masters in Parapsychology, and he leapt at the chance to lead the team. The particular house that they would be studying was built in Victorian times, in farm country, away from the city. The night before he was to leave, he poured over the literature about the house and its supposedly ghostly inhabitants.
The house was built in 1795, to prominent landowners. Most of the reported sightings were of a young girl, the landowners daughter, who disappeared. As he read further, the reported sightings were of a girl, in flowing sheer robes, who would attempt to seduce any man who stayed the night in the house. He felt an erection growing.......Reading on, there had been various sightings throughout the years, mostly by drunken college kids who had slept there for a fraternal initiation. None had disappeared, but the rumors grew until the house sat abandoned, in a state of general disrepair.
Driving up to the once proud mansion, he and his team spent most of the daylight hours setting up their equipment. Motion detectors, infrared cameras, sound devices dotted the hallways and rooms of the house. As dusk approached, the team giddily awaited the nights events. Walking down into the basement, the musty smells and shadows began to set his heart racing. Hearing a small noise, he turned quickly to see a small mouse run under the cabinet. He didn't see the log beam until it hit him on his head.
Waking up slowly, he turns and looks at his surroundings. He's not in the basement, he is in a beautifully decorated bedroom, and his jeans and tee shirt are replaced by Victorian era garb. "What's going on?" he thinks to himself.
He has no time to answer as the door to the room slowly opens and a vision of loveliness walks towards him slowly. A long flowing dress made of purple silk, with a revealing bodice, frame the gorgeous young woman walking towards him. As she draws closer, he can smell the perfume, lilacs, coming from this heavenly creature. "Excuse me, but where am I?" he asks.
His questions are muted as the woman melts into his arms and kisses him forcefully, longingly on his lips, her pink tongue dancing about his mouth. Startled at first, he begins to kiss her back in earnest, her body arching into his. After what seems like an eternity of bliss, she slowly pulls away and looks at him coyly. "Why, Charles, you naughty man. You know where you are. You are in my bedroom. I should call my father and tell him what a rascal you are."
"I hit my head and that's the last thing I remember." I weakly stammer. Her face changes to concern. "Why you poor dear!" she states, and pushes me onto the bed. "I should have a look to make sure you're not injured."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, this angel begins to rub her hands throughout my hair, but I only notice the plump cleavage of her straining breasts as they gently rub against my face. Trying to compose myself, I stand abruptly. "I'm terribly sorry, but this is a little odd. The last thing I remember was being down in the basement, and I hit my head, and then...."
Looking confused, then angry, she says "Well, then Charles Endicott III, don't tell me you forgot me?" she says indignantly. "No...I mean...yes...no wait..I don't know what I mean." Dropping her angry facade, she put her hands on my chest and sexily says, "Do you remember what we did, right there?" pointing to the bed. "You always liked to play games Charles, now hurry, before father comes back, I saw a slave girl doing this to another man slave, and I have to try it."
Pushing me back on the bed, she deftly begins to unbutton my pants. Freeing my cock from its confines, she gasps at its length and slowly circles it with her hand. Before I can utter a word of protest, she slowly begins to lick the swollen head, moaning softly. I can't believe this is happening. Is this real? It sure as hell feels real enough. My cock swells to its full length as she continues to lick and suck the head. "Oh, Lucy, Lucy my darling..." I mutter, quietly.
Looking up at me through slitted eyelids, she says, "I knew you wouldn't forget me, Charles." and continues the heavenly sucking. "How did I know her name was Lucy?" I think to myself. Because idiot, my mind answers, that was the landowners daughter's name.
My mind becomes a blur as all my feeling is concentrated on my prick as this angel licks and sucks me to heaven. Slowly wrapping her tiny hand around my cock, while sucking on the head, she begins to jack me off in earnest. Her other hand grabs my balls and slowly squeezes them. "Yes, my angel" I say.
She doesn't noticed when I gently place my hand on the back of her head. With growing pressure, I force more and more of my cock into her mouth, as she continues sucking me. I can feel my orgasm growing, and she looks hurt and confused when I pull her up away from me. "What's wrong, Charles?" she asks.
"I too, saw the slaves doing something. And now I'm going to do it to you." I say. Standing her up, I switch places with her. Turning her around so she is facedown on the bed, I begin to pull her skirts up around her waist until the only thing left is her pantaloons. I begin a slow, delicious rubbing right where her slit is. She jumps at the contact, as my rubbing grows more direct. "Charles...what are you doing? Stop now or I'll scream" she implores.
Pulling her pantaloons down to her knees, I bury my face into her hot sex from behind. Her cries are cut short, as she begins to moan into the pillows and grab the sheets. Slowly at first, I trace my tongue all over her hot wet slit. She is pushing herself back onto my face as my tongue finds, and flicks her hot clitoris. As I gently suckle her clit in my mouth, her body convulses in orgasm, bathing my face with her juices.
