Ghost Guest
A month after buying a distressed house in 'move-in' shape, we threw a housewarming party for friends and new neighbors. The few neighbors who came were less outgoing than I hoped. They seemed to form their own group with shielded whisperings whenever they looked at me or my husband, Jake. I approached one I knew from work, Bea, and asked about the secrecy.
"Well, Jan, you know a single woman died in this house. The agent must have told you." She hadn't. "Pam was in her forties, divorced, and had a reputation for sleeping around, yet she was bitter and miserable when she got sick. She died suddenly and no one went to her funeral. She loved this house, especially her 'meditation' room which you converted into your workout room. Thanks for the open invitation, but don't expect any more to come. Jake's den was her 'special guest' room where she 'entertained.' Some say she still haunts this place and they won't enter."
"Isn't that silly, believing in ghosts?" A glass slid across the buffet table and crashed on the floor though no one was near the table. The crowd hushed and stared. "No worries. Someone must have bumped the table. Jake, would you clean that up?" I continued to show the house. When I got to the meditation room, something pulled my short skirt to the floor. No one was near me. As I fixed it and showed the exercise machines, my crop top pulled off me with so much force, it pulled me off balance, then it flew across the room. Some guests trembled in fear, others simply smiled knowingly and looked around. When I went to fetch my top, my bra ripped and flew across the room. As if baring my tits to my guests wasn't enough, something pulled and held my arms straight up. Every man there tented his slacks. Still in denial and refusing to be embarrassed, I begged, "Great gag. Who's doing this?"
"
Say what I say or more punishment comes...."
came a hoarse voice in my ear.
Startled, I looked around and shouted to empty air, "NO. I won't say that. Who are you?" The crowd looked at me and stared at my hanging tits. Then, my mouth repeated Pam's words,
"EVERYBODY JOIN ME. SHOW OFF YOUR TITS. COME LOOK AT MINE AND FEEL THEM."
Two women bared their tits, entranced. Their men approached me and felt my tits. They pinched my nipples, shrugged, and walked away. When they reached the door, it slammed shut. No one could open it.
Though my arms were still held up, Pam was more annoyed and pulled my skirt to the floor again. I shrieked and stood topless in my sheer thong. My guests began to understand my connection to Pam. The same two men circled me and examined my ass with eyes and light fingers as others felt panic rise. Pam forced my arms down, made them unzip the men, and extract their stiff cocks. "
Repeat for me -- THESE TWO HAPPILY MARRIED MEN, AND OTHERS OF YOU, FREQUENTED MY GUEST ROOM AND TASTED MY CHARMS.
" Pam and I jerked the men as their wives and other guests watched. The men resisted, yet stepped out of their slacks as if in a trance and felt my flawless ass.
When I strained to stop jerking the men, Pam whispered, "
Still resisting? OK."
Still stroking two big, stiff cocks, my thong started to slide down. When my minimal bush appeared, the two topless women gasped and rubbed themselves; their husbands smiled. The thong exposed my stiff clit. Seeing no harm in Pam's control, I began to enjoy showing off my body without blame. Several men moaned, including Jake.
When the thong exposed my swollen labia and fell to my feet, I was deliciously naked in my housewarming in front of my captive audience. To keep up appearances, I shouted, "Someone help. What's happening?" I wondered if they could see how wet I was.
"We tried to warn you. Pam was a vindictive bitch. She's not done with you yet."
