#fucking ghost

yet another video hmmm

what tf am I doing with my life

it's a song this time tho hope you like it

slight hints towards MWIII's ending lol

fight fate or see it through

is destiny worth clinging to?

all that i want is you

Summary: Isabel is a paranormal investigator looking into hauntings and figuring out how her clients can best put them to use.

After what felt like endless research, she has finally found the key phrase she needs to put a hunky ghost that's been haunting her most recent client's hotel to use.

The use she'll put his ectoplasmic body to will have her chilled to the bone and coming back for more!

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Isabel had been working with the paranormal since college. Despite the administration removing all parapsychology classes from the roster for a few years, an uptick in undeniable paranormal activity brought the old classes, new classes, and entire degree programs in parapsychology, paranormal phenomena, and specters back into the halls of universities everywhere.

Education is a business. It only made sense to sell the skills and knowledge that were in demand.

Since she'd received her degree, she started a business investigating, capturing, and putting to use when possible paranormal phenomena. Some were safe and made great tourist attractions or could even be used for tasks if the proper incantations were used.

Her latest job had led her to an old hotel with the spirit of a young man that haunted the halls nightly. After a few weeks of research, she was sure she'd found the key to putting him to use.

The clock at the end of the long hallway where she waited struck midnight. Despite being electric, the lights flickered and sputtered as if they were candles or oil lamps. Then she saw it take form, glowing from within with some strange light.

Isabel watched the apparition float down the hall towards her. No matter how many werewolves, ghosts, magical nicknacks, and other strange things she saw, none of it failed to amaze her. The back of her neck tingled and her breathing grew shallow.

Then she felt the heat between her legs as her pussy grew wet. She wasn't sure why but something about witnessing the supernatural always turned her on faster than anything from the mundane world.

The spirit looked like a young man. His muscles strained against his shirt. Long locks of dark hair waved in winds she could not feel. His eyes seemed to stare into someplace she could not see. She wondered for a moment if the hotel looked the same to him as it did when he died or if he was seeing some plane of existence beyond the material world.

"Maybe both," she thought.

The most immediately noticeable differences between him and a living man were that he was translucent and that, despite the sounds of his heavy footsteps, nothing below his knees appeared to exist.

"Clearly there must be some sort of materialization. Otherwise, he would produce no sounds. I can even see the floorboards move... Could be spectrum-shifted due to an incomplete manifestation..."

Her thoughts carried her away for a moment before she pulled herself back to the present.

She looked up and down the hall to make sure no other person was watching. There shouldn't be since the owner assured her the hotel was closed for the week while she did her work. However, some curious people had snuck into her investigations before.

"It looks like he managed to actually keep everyone out," she thought. "Good."

Sure that she was actually alone, other than the sexy ghost walking her way, she pulled a tattered piece of paper from her pocket. It had taken looking through every book in the hotel library but when it fell out of a romance novel, she knew it was exactly the incantation the town gossip had told her about. Though the old woman had assured her it was all nonsense dreamed up by disreputable young girls with their heads in the crotches.

"Well I'll be disreputable... for science," Isabel thought.

"Eh-hem," she cleared her throat before beginning to read from the scrap of paper. "Cast your eyes upon me. Cast your eyes upon me. Cast your eyes upon me."

The ghost stopped and slowly turned his head to face her and fixed his far-away stare onto her face instead. She looked up from the paper to meet his gaze. His blue eyes sparkled and looked alive. He was handsome, despite the peeling wallpaper she could see through his misty head.

"Who? Who calls me?" it asked in a voice like wind moving through the shadows of leaves.

"I am the one. The one you seek. The one to give you release," she said, glancing at the paper to make sure she had the wording right.

She watched as his eyes shifted from distant yet puzzled, to focused and passionate.

He drifted towards her, the mist of his body pulling tighter with each inch he grew nearer. It became more difficult to see through him, until at last, he was standing only a few feet from her. His body from the knees up seemed as solid as any living man's flesh. Only his misty legs and feet gave away his true spectral nature.

"My love?"

His voice echoed in the hall and she gulped at a lump in her throat, trying to settle her wild nerves.

At last, after a few false starts, she looked into his blue eyes and spoke.

"Yes, I am your love. Follow me!"

She walked ahead with him drifting behind her by only a few inches. Just after she stepped inside her dimly lit bedroom, she dared to look back. She was sure that, unlike most men she'd taken into a bedroom, he was more handsome up close.

"Why are all the hot ones dead? Well, at least I get to call this work and play at the same time," she thought.

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Isabel watched the apparition float down the hall. It looked like a young man, muscles straining against his shirt, dark hair waving in unfelt winds, and eyes that seemed to stare into someplace she could not see. The most immediately noticeable difference was that he was translucent and that only his upper legs seemed to exist, despite the sounds of his heavy footsteps.

She looked up and down the hall to make sure no other person was watching, then pulled a tattered piece of paper from her pocket.

"Eh-hem," she cleared her throat before beginning to read from it. "Cast your eyes upon me. Cast your eyes upon me. Cast your eyes upon me."

The ghost stopped and slowly turned to face her. She looked up from the paper to meet his gaze, his blue eyes sparkling despite the wall she could see through his misty head.

"Who?" it asked in a voice like wind moving through shadows.

"I am the one. The one you seek. The one to give you release," she said, glancing at the paper to make sure she had the wording right.

He drifted towards her, the mist of his body pulling tighter as he did. It became harder to see through him, until at last, he was standing only a few feet from her, his body from the knees up seemingly as solid as any man's, and only his misty legs and feet giving away his spectral nature.

"My love?"

"Yes, I am your love. Follow me!"

She walked to her room with him behind her by only a few inches. Just as she stepped inside, she dared to look back and finally touch him. His arm was cool but firm as she dragged him into the room with her. She looked down and saw he held his large cock in one hand already and she reached down to grab it as well.

Despite the rest of his body being cool as the grave, his cock was warm, bridging on hot and she moaned along with him as she began to slowly pump it. He let go of his rod and reached around her, pulling her face to his for a deep and chilling kiss.

Within seconds they were on her bed and his cock was pounding into her as she squealed, moaned, and sighed beneath him. Faster than with any living man, she felt the buzz and heat grow in her body. She screamed when an orgasm that seemed to fill her entire being tore through her body and mind. Panting and clutching to him, she felt his body begin to soften, then her arms began to pass through him, slowly at first but soon she was hugging herself as she watched him fade away into the morning light.

"My love! My love! I must go," he said before vanishing entirely.

"Yes," she mumbled. "Until I see you again tonight."

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