#ghostsmut

Elastica hovered before you, emerald skin gleaming faintly in the dim light, her long black hair drifting like tendrils of smoke around her shoulders. Her lips curved into a smirk, lipstick a sinful slash of red against green, and she rolled her neck until vertebrae crackled, only to let it lengthen, stretch, elongate like rubber. She didn’t walk toward you—her body flowed forward like living latex, hips swaying as her neck craned impossibly, her mouth closing in on your cock before the rest of her was even close.

“Mmnnn,” her tongue coiled around you, ghostly and cool at first, then warming with each slick lap, saliva (or ectoplasm, who knew?) dripping down your shaft. She was still several feet away, body arched like a serpent, her long throat swallowing you inch by inch while she watched with hooded eyes.

Your hand twitched to touch her but she smirked, her torso suddenly unspooling like taffy, her arms extending to wrap around your waist. Her elastic body slithered over you, chest flattening against your back, legs winding around your thighs until you were cocooned in red jumpsuit and glowing skin. The studded collar brushed your cheek as her lips slurped down your length with obscene, wet suction.

“Glrrk—hhhuuuhhnnn—fhhhuuuck,” you gasped, hips jerking, but she only giggled around your cock, throat rippling as she deliberately squeezed herself tighter, a sheath of contracting flesh and ghostly muscle.

Her body pressed close now, torso re-forming, but she kept her neck stretched, her head bobbing between your thighs while her chest molded to your back. She wasn’t content with oral alone—her lower half shifted, tailing off into a ghostly tendril that wrapped around your legs, spreading you wider, immobilizing you with strength disguised as softness.

When she finally pulled off with a wet pop, saliva connecting her lips to your tip, she snapped her neck back into place with a whipcrack. Then she turned, back arching until her spine bent nearly in half, ass presented high while her torso twisted unnaturally to watch you. “You want inside, don’t you, baby?” she purred, voice low and mocking. “Let’s see if you can handle me when I’m… tighter.”

Her body shifted, cunt appearing wet and dripping between ghostly thighs, and when you thrust into her she molded around you like hot putty, walls compressing and squeezing tighter and tighter, adjusting every time you pushed deeper. She wrapped herself fully around you again, legs, torso, even hair spiraling around your body like a constrictor, forcing you in deeper, harder.

Every thrust dragged guttural moans from her, “Nnnhhh—hahhh—fuuuckk—yes, yes stretch me, fill me—mmhhhhh!” Her pussy reshaped itself with every clench, milking your cock like a fist, her elasticity allowing her to squeeze tighter than any human could withstand.

Her nails raked across your chest as she twisted, literally turning her torso 180 degrees so she could kiss you while you railed her from behind, lips smeared with lipstick, tongue forcing its way into your mouth. Her whole body shivered around you, contracting, pulling you deeper until her cunt was a vacuum sealing your shaft inside.

The climax hit like a possession—her body spasming, walls rippling in waves that milked every drop from you while she screamed, “Hhhhaaaaahhhhnnnnn—mmmmm, give it to me, fill me, nghhh—!”

Your cum pumped into her and she shifted again, tightening so hard it hurt, refusing to let go until she had drained you completely. Only then did her coils loosen, her body melting into liquid softness around you, hair falling like ink across your chest as she purred, “Mmmm, such a good toy… let’s see how many times I can make you cum before dawn.”

And with that, her form shifted again—mouth stretching wide, body wrapping tighter, the night far from over.

Her smirk told you she wasn’t done—not even close. You’d just emptied yourself inside her and already her skin was pulsing faintly with ectoplasmic light, her body humming as though charged by your orgasm. She pulled back with a languid stretch, her torso elongating unnaturally until she rose above you like a serpent poised to strike, lips curling around sharp little white teeth as she whispered, “One round? Oh, sweetheart, I’ve barely begun to show you what I can do.”

Her body split—not in a grotesque tearing, but in an elegant doubling, her form stretching and bifurcating until two Elasticas slinked around you. They weren’t illusions; both sets of hands stroked your chest, both pairs of lips kissed and nibbled your neck, while one ghostly cunt ground down on your thigh and the other sank slowly onto your cock again. You were buried deep in her, but at the same time her twin-self kissed you hungrily, tongue thrusting into your mouth while her hands pinched your nipples.

The Elastica riding you moaned gutturally, “Nnnnghh, ffffuck, so thick—hhhuuuuhhh—,” while the other smirked against your lips, whispering, “He loves it. Look at him squirm for us.” Their voices overlapped like an echo in your skull, wrapping your senses in ghostly static.

They moved in tandem—one clenching her cunt around you like a vice, walls rippling in unnatural suction, while the other arched back, ghostly tail flicking, body melting against yours until her torso was intangible. Her breasts phased through your chest, her heart flickering against yours like static, the sensation so alien you cried out. She laughed breathlessly, half inside you, half outside, teasing you with the sense of her weightless body merging with yours before she solidified again with a jolt.

You grabbed her hips, thrusting hard, but she only giggled, both versions of her pressing tighter. Then they rejoined, folding into one form again, her body shuddering and melting until she was one solid woman grinding on your cock, her eyes glowing faintly red with lust. “Mmmmmmhhhhh, round two, baby—let’s see if you can survive this.”

Her pussy shifted as you thrust, the texture changing—at first a slick velvet heat, then suddenly ribbed, undulating in waves like a sleeve stroking you with mechanical precision. You groaned so loud it made her laugh, “Hhhhnnnnghh oh yes, you like that? Should I make it tighter? Harder?” The ridges inside her squeezed and rolled, milking you so intensely you nearly came right there.

She wouldn’t let you finish yet—she pulled off with a wet pop, your cock twitching and dripping, and shoved you down onto the floor. Then she mounted you reverse cowgirl, her hair flaring like black flame as her pussy reshaped again, now smooth and silken but clenching with pulsating waves that traveled down your shaft. She rode you mercilessly, her ass slapping against your thighs, every bounce punctuated with her guttural moans, “Fffhhhuuuuuck, nghhh yessss, give it to me, stretch me—hahhh, hahhh—!”

When you finally erupted inside her again, she didn’t slow. Her walls sucked at you greedily, swallowing every drop, and she leaned back with a banshee-like cry, “Mmmmmmhhhnnnnngghh I’m not stopping—round three, darling.”

Before you could breathe, her body liquefied, reforming around your cock, wrapping you in a cocoon of slick, tight ectoplasmic flesh. It wasn’t just her pussy anymore—her entire body molded around your shaft, massaging, milking, squeezing until you were writhing helplessly. She whispered in your ear, voice vibrating through the cocoon she’d made of herself, “I can keep you hard forever if I want. You’ll never escape me.”

She proved it by phasing her body intangible, letting you slip almost out of her, then snapping solid again around your tip, swallowing you whole in one pulse. Again and again she phased, tormenting you with the stop-start sensation, your orgasm building to unbearable heights until you screamed through clenched teeth, cumming violently for a third time into her.

She didn’t let go. She never would. Her smirk widened, lipstick smeared across her cheek, eyes glowing, as she whispered, “Let’s see how many times I can break you before dawn. Five? Ten? Maybe more…”

Her body shuddered and split again, two pairs of hands stroking you back to hardness, two pairs of lips kissing and biting. The night stretched on, each round stranger, hotter, more overwhelming than the last—her elastic cunt reshaping, her limbs doubling, her body fusing with yours, every ghostly power pressed into the service of your mutual pleasure.

It was October 31; Halloween. You didn’t normally dress up or go out for Halloween since you were normally either on a mission or too tired from a mission, but this year was different. You joined the task force 141 just under a year ago and found that they all liked to celebrate (in some way or form) holidays.

As usual, you weren’t planning on doing anything to celebrate Halloween but when Ghost invited you to a carnival, you couldn’t help but say yes. You dressed in fish neck stockings, a tiny leather skirt, a short black tank top, a red racing jacket and healed combat boots. You weren’t quite sure if it looked good or not when you arrived with Ghost but the looks people were giving said you looked hot.

The day went well with you and Ghost playing some games and carnival activities. As usual Ghost kept a stoic expression and lacked a smile but you could tell he was enjoying himself just as you were. When the time came everyone entered the large tent that had a huge stage in the middle. An odd box sat at the center of the stage but you didn’t pay any mind to it as you found two seats with Ghost.

“Ladies and gentlemen, to finish off your evening here I would like to present the annual event. As most of you have been waiting all day for this I won’t take long and will chose a lady from the audience to start us off.” The ring man standing in a flashy red suit announced through a microphone as the whole crowd roared.

It was only now that you noticed how many ladies were dressed in under garments and lacy clothes showing off more then they were covering. You couldn’t say you were covering any more than them but most almost looked as if it was intended to be taken off.

You gave a confused glance towards Ghost who was looking ahead and didn’t meet your gaze. Suddenly a white beam of light shone over you and the ring man pointed towards you. You were confused before he motioned for you to come down to the center stage where he stood.

You hesitated but did make your way down to him. “Now what is your name, doll?” You tell him your name as the crowd cheers and your cheeks flush not used to the attention being on you.

“Do you know the rules or shall I remind you of how we play here?”

“I-I don’t know the rules….”

You stammered as you nervously shifted on your feet.

“Very well. You will step into the box at the center of our ring. You will find various holes and cameras that way we can see and interact with you inside. You may exist at any given point you please by simply pressing the red button on the door. You can strip down at which ever speed you’d like and may choose who you interact with.”

You nodded as realization hit you. It was a pleasure box. You go in and others can chose to interact with you or not. You let out a shaky breath as you walk over to the box and close the door shut. Slowly, you strip off your jacket, top, and finally your skirt and fishnets. You are left in small black thongs and a black skimpy bra.

Soon enough you see something appear in one of the hole. A long, veiny, and strained cock. You sink to your knees without much hesitation and wrapped one hand around its base. You look to a screen inside the box to figure out who it was and see a tall brunette with messy hair in a fire fighter costume.

You wrap your lips around his tip and sensually swipe your tongue over. Your hand begins to pump as you start sucking harder and hollowing out your cheeks. You take him down your throat as far as you can go without chocking and pump the rest. Your tongue swirls around him as you now feel heat pulling in your core.

You should feel dirty and ashamed doing this in a semi-public scene but you don’t. It only turns you on more to think about it. Your body begins to heat up more as you feel him twitch signaling he is close. Another hole is filled to your left and another slightly shorter but thick cock is now in your view. You take your hand away from the man you are still working on and bring it to stroke the new one.

Your free hand reaches behind your back and unclamps your bra. You don’t pay mind to wear it falls and only focus on the load of cum being released into your mouth and down your throat. You swallow everything and pull away with a pop from his tip. Your one hand is still eagerly pumping the newcomers cock who you look up to the screen and see a blond, younger man dressed in a suit and tie.

It doesn’t take long before cum is dripping down your bare chest and you pull your hand back. At this point you are aching to be touched and receive any type of friction. This time when a new cock appears you stand up and shimmy out of your panties. You press your back against the wall before bending over and exposing your pussy to them as they pull back for a moment.

Conveniently there is a hand bar in front of you to hold as you glance up at the screen again. Ghost. He’s the one whose tip is circling your tight and clenching hole. He suddenly slams into you and your legs almost buckle right then and there. He fills you up perfectly as you clench around him. His thrusts are relentless as you have no time to adjust.

You’re so close already as he slams against your spongy g-spot with every thrust. You moan and can’t help your self as you reach down with one hand and rub your clit.