#judith ghost

so into the corridors she goes, with her camera and her notebook and the boundless enthusiasm of someone who hasn’t yet been caught snooping around where she wasn’t supposed to be.

she’s only a few feet into the hallway when she hears it. a voice crying out, begging- begging for ‘Papa’. her brain races: is this someone in need, crying out for their torment to stop? is this a lost spirit, abandoned by a previous Papa?

she turns the corner, just in time to watch as Perpetua slams himself out of your cunt, panting heavily. his hand comes down to stroke his length, pumping once, twice, and then he’s coming- a huge load, massive amounts of seed that positively cover you as he jerks himself through his orgasm.

Judith stands there, camera in hand, mouth agape as she watches him finish on your body. the once pristine black dress you’d been wearing is now covered in pearlescent stickiness, your skin dotted with patches of his cum. you brush your hand over your face, keeping the worst of it out of your eyes.

you seem… used to this. as if a man covering you with what was frankly a huge amount of cum was just par for the course.

the camera goes unused as she stares. finally, Judith goes to take a step back and hide herself, hoping that she might not be seen spying, but that hope is dashed when her shoe squeaks on the marble floor below her. you look up and spot her standing there.

a furious blush quickly crosses your face, making the white of Perpetua’s cum stand out even more against your skin.

“oh satanas, someone’s there,” you say, going to push him away. Perpetua looks up with a lazy flick of his head, still breathing through his aftershocks, and then looks back down at you with a smirk.

“it’s fine. let her see, I like when people know you belong to me, beloved.”

“Papa!”

you try to push him away again but he comes closer than before, leaning in to lick a stripe up through the cum on your cheek.

“you’re shy now? after letting me take you any way I’d like in these halls?”

Judith makes a strangled noise, feeling very much like she was intruding on something she was never meant to see. a secret that even she didn’t want to expose.

“excuse me,” she says, and turns sharply on her heel to powerwalk as fast as she can away from the scene.

you sigh.

“you’re insatiable.”