Haunted (All Welcome)

[SuthernCumfort]

Creeping down the hall, she felt the coldness seep around her feet as she made her way to the sounds coming from below her. She had been pressed to stay here by her boyfriend knowing how she terrified easily. Yet, here she was, wandering around this place, alone. Mark had fallen asleep easily after just minutes of unloading an obscene amount of cum inside her. As usual, unsatisfied, she lay there until his breathing evened out and took matters into her own hands. Sighing, she lay there after her own pitiful orgasm listening to the wind, and the rain. She heard the scream minutes later. Bolting upright, she tried to shake him awake but he was dead to the world. Taking the only thing she could find, a flashlight, throwing on her tattered t shirt, she made her way into the hall.

Now as she stood here, above the second floor landing, she heard it again. A blood curdling scream. Piercing, deadly. They said the old hotel was haunted. Sasha would soon find out if it was true.


All interested writers welcome. Please post a character bio and an entry post. this will be the OOC and the IC thread.

 

[emily123]

Well i am tempted by the idea, how many players do you want to take in, i ean if there are two many of us you get easily lost!

 

[RockYourWorld]

Mark Baker
6’ 0” 215lbs
Athletic Build
Long Brown Hair, Blue Eyes

Mark was so in love with Sasha, but lately the opposite message seemed to be reaching her. Recently, he felt like he had been forcing himself on her, not just sexually, but in all aspects of her life. Sasha just didn’t seem to want to be around Mark.

He knew he needed to do something to save their relationship. He had decided to be proactive, put some fun and mystery back in their lives. Yes, she did scare easily, but this “Haunted Hotel” was the talk of the town. Mark wasn’t sure if it was all some big act being put on by the owners and employees of the place, but if it was, their act was working. The place was full all the time, especially on the weekends when, coincidently or not, the sightings of ghosts and spirits seemed to increase.

Mark knew he had an uphill battle trying to get Sasha to enjoy herself at this place. If he was honest, he would admit it was unlikely he could save his relationship with her at all. But he wouldn’t give up without a fight. The trouble was, he was working himself to the bone, and it left him with little energy. He got tired so easily, especially at night after 14 hour work days. On this very evening, the first night of this big weekend, he was able to engage Sasha in some romance and sex, but his weariness caught up to him quickly. He fought it hard, but sleep captured him and didn’t let him go. It was a deep sleep, one that didn’t even allow him to hear Sasha when she tried to wake him, or feel her get out of their bed.

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

~Nameless~

Nameless, one of the departed denizens of the dwelling, driven by dark desires to defile and deliver distress unto damsels that would dare this domicile
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The unseen spectre had been following Sasha since she left her room, very much enjoying the sight of her in what little she now wore...she had fine curves to her body, near perfect lines. It smiled, and came close behind her, reaching large hands around her body to firmly, roughly, grasp her breasts and squeeze. Anyone looking would see ten indentions into the soft flesh where fingers pressed, but would see no sign of the fingers themselves, nor hands, nor any piece of this fondling stranger.

But then, there wasn't anyone around to be looking.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

The hands were cold and uncaring as they needled the soft flesh of her breasts. Riveted to the spot she now stood, Sasha was scared to move. Her voice but a whisper as she spoke. Tears melted from her eyes and coursed down her cheeks.

"Please, who is there? Please stop" she begged. Gathering what breath she could muster, the screaming voice nowhere in her mind, she arched her back and let out a piercing cry for Mark.

"MARK!!!! HELP ME!!" she didnt care if she woke the others. She only needed him right now to hold her, comfort her, tell her it was okey. Still, the hands held her in place not allowing movement as they continued assaulting her breasts. Another scream, her own this time as she felt the coldness dip below her shirt and trail up her legs.

"MARK PLEASE MARK GOD HELP ME" she screamed again. This time, the door flew open and he came running down the hall to where she stood plated firmly under the coldest touch she had ever felt.

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

The hands released her tense, rigid body, and the ghost drew back a few feet. It became insubstantial as well as invisible, that should this Mark come running, or some other, there was very little chance of being discovered.

Nameless smiled in so much as it was able. This one felt just as pleasing as she had looked; full and firm, easily filling to the hand. Truly did her cups runnith over.

This would be a fun game, as they always were when guests came to visit. It stood back...hovered, in more than one sense really, feet not quite touching the ground...and waited to meet his other new playmate.

 

[RockYourWorld]

The scream was so intense, and even more than that, it was personal. In as deep a sleep as he was, Mark seemed to have a special frequency receiver in his head that was reserved for Sasha. It didn’t matter what sound she was making – the special way she talked, the way she said certain words, even the sound of her unique giggle – Sasha’s voice had a special place with Mark. And now, she was calling for help, and urgently so.

Mark wasn’t even fully awake when he stumbled from the room into the corridor. But when the sight of Sasha met him, his sense snapped to full attention. Despite this, Mark didn’t believe what he saw. Sasha, frozen with fear on a spot on the floor, seemed to be held by something or someone, but there was no one there. Mark could clearly see the imprints of hands on her body, on her breasts. Normally, this would infuriate Mark to see this, another man touching Sasha in this way. But was it another man? Mark could only stare in disbelief instead of react in anger.

The scene became more bizarre when Sasha’s nightgown began to lift. The invisible hands apparently weren’t content with feeling up her breasts. They were going for more. Mark saw the terrified look on Sasha’s face.

“Don’t worry, honey” he said to her, reaching his hand out for her to and inching closer to her until she could take it. “Nothing’s going to happen to you baby, I promise.”

Mark’s hand moved closer and closer to Sasha, and she reached out to touch it.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Tears coursed freely down her face as she saw his hand reaching to her. She was more scared to move now than before. Slowly, she thought, if I reach for it slowly, things will be okey. Yet, as she met his fingers with her own, the coldness seemed to swirl around her once again causeing her to jerk back and not move.

"Mark help me, what is it? Please help me" she begged. But what could he do? each time he moved closer to her, the coldness moved closer to her skin and farther up her thighs. She was paralyzed with fear. Here she was inches away from her the man she loved being fondled by an unseen thing. She could only stand there, breathing hard, crying, terrified.

Suddenly she screamed "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU? LEAVE ME ALONE!" and thrashed at the coldness. She would never forget what happened next as long as she lived.

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

It smiled to itself once more, throughly enjoying the reactions of terror and utter confusion it was causing the young woman, and now the man who had joined her. Apparently, this was the Mark she had been screaming for. The Nameless thought on how it might cause some torment to the man, but for the time, this assault on the woman seemed to be doing that job rather nicely.

Passing itself through the body of the woman, it lowered down before her. Her shirt lifted to the level of her waist, fully exposing every inch of her lower half. Cold hands touched her again, openning her wide, and an icy kiss planted itself between her legs. Shortly there after, a chill worked its way into her body as the spirit wriggled its tongue to impossible depths, tasting the effects of Sasha's time with Mark earlier, and of her own attention to herself.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Sasha was stunned. The icy coldness seeped into her warmth as it invaded her depths. She could only stand there, inches from Mark and cry. Crawling inside her, she felt the rigid cold probe her cunt as it snaked farther inside. So far, she felt full, and without realizing, she uttered a moan. The wettness had allowed an easy entry for this, this thing. She felt the nudge as it pried her open more, tasting her, licking her insides.

She fought her own body as it betrayed her. She could feel her orgasm build as the probing pushed deeper, almost as if she were being forced, impaled on a rigid cock. Fighting a loosing battle, she tossed her head back, allowing her body to take control. Harder this time, she was rocked back with such force. She was oblivious to Mark as he stood calling her name. When she came, she screamed. It was almost as if an icy river had been poured inside her. Her own orgasm did nothing to comfort the pain of that cold as it invaded her. Filling her, closing her, completing her. Then, as quickly as it had began, it stopped and she was left holding the railing, looking at a bewildered Mark.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Mark could not, and would never, believe what was happening in front of him. Sasha was clearly being overtaken by some supernatural force, one that Mark could not see or sense in any way. But any idea he had about this hotel's haunting being a hoax put up by the owners was completely without foundation.

Mark stood and watched as Sasha seemed to perform some ultra-modern performance piece, but it was very real. Her movements indicated that she was being entered, violated really, but her face was one of amazement, and maybe (just maybe) a small part arousal. Whatever force was invading her knew what it was doing, and where to do it.

This thought was evidenced by the moan that exited Sasha's mouth as she was nearly levitated off the floor. There seemed to be a growing intensity that built around her and inside her, and the only way it could possibly end was the way it actually did - with a hard, vocal orgasm.

The force done with her, Sasha fell against the railing. Mark went to her immediately and held her, making sure she was conscious and breathing. She felt cold, so cold it felt as thought the coldness came from deep inside her. Sasha was freezing. Quickly, Mark scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to their room and straight to the bed. He lay next to her, holding her, and piled every blanket on top of her.

And as he held her shivering body in his arms, he gently kissed her forehead.

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

Nameless drifted into the bedroom behind them, and watched as the man tenderly went about caring for the young woman. It was almost moving really, and if a heart still beat in Nameless' chest, it might have ached for the pain Sasha was in. As it was however, there was no such ache.

Moving up next to the bed, it put a hand to Sasha's cheek, turning her face away from Mark roughly and quickly. Slipping forward, it nudged the head of it cock against her lip, watching her eyes widen as it gave a single thrust to drive into her mouth. Thick and long, it stretched her mouth into a gaping O and was well into her throat.

It took a fistful of her long hair and tugged, recalling Sasha's reaction in the hallway, and wanting to hear more of the combined pain/pleasure that sounded in her voice. Or at least, as much sound as she could make with her mouth utterly filled.

Nameless hoped she could handle the massive amount of cold, sticky cum it would be forcing into her belly shortly. So many of the previous guests had choked much of it back up. Feeling it so close now, Nameless gripped Sasha's head in both hands, drove to his hilt between her soft, wet lips, and released in a series of thick spurts, not letting her head back even an inch away.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Tears again coursed down her flush stained cheeks as the assault continued. Not only did she feel violated but, if it wasnt enough, she was violated. Its true she was no stranger to wild kinky bouts of sex, Mark would atest to that on any given occasion, but tonight was almost to much for her.

She was pinned head back, the ghost cock burried in her throat, and all she could do was allow it. Again, as if traitorous in nature, her own body seized the moment and began leaking her own juices again. The warmth that flooded her as the cold gobs of cum flowed out of this ghost cock was embarassing to say the least. She could not go away from the pulsating member that lay on her tongue and was forced to take every icy drop. Gagging, she tried to pull back yet found herslef again unmoveable as the coldness ran what felt like icy dead fingers over her tight nipples as if rewarding her in some form of satisfaction for services rendered.

It did not immediately pull away. Blinded by the coldness, she could not see Mark yet was very aware of his prescence at her parted legs.

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

The blankets that had covered Sasha's prone frame rose in turn from off her, being flung to the far corners of the room. Like some perverted display of stage magic, the last was drawn away with a great flurish, revealing not a vanished rabbit or the lovely assistent, but rather the lovely assistent whose clothing has vanished. If this were the stage, either our hypothetical entertainer has cast a faux faus beyond measure, or he simply knows what a crowd really wants of his show. This creature would be vastly more appealing than even the most adorable of rabbit.

The unseen wandering hands resumed their place upon her pale, ivory breasts, with a near obsessive need. The focus had scaled down from the fullness of the fleshy globe to only their rosy centers, grasping the distended nipples with an un-warrented measure of force. Pinching, twisting side to side, tugging as far out from the body as could be managed, the ghostly pressence seemed to want to know the limitations of this mortal body at its disposal. Upon locating these, it altered that goal to surpassing those boundaries, no doubt becoming painful as frustration caused its efforts to increase two-fold.

Appearing like a soft white mist, a shape solidified before Mark, taking the form of a semi-human face. Devoid of eyes of teeth, having only gaping emtinesses instead, the face would remind of the ancient Greek comedy mask. However, under the present circumstances, only the Nameless could find the humor enough to grin a smile that was literally haunting. The smile remained unmoving, the eye holes unblinking, as a quiet voice addressed Mark.

"Take the woman...she wants it. It shames her, but look to her eyes and you'll see; she must be dying to beg and whimper for more. Don't deny her, or I'll have the last hole of her body -now-," the emphasis hinting that the specter would come around to that bit of pleasent business either way; The only question was when.

Still the face held its gaze on Mark. Still the helpless woman's breasts were put to the vile uses of the ghost. And still it seemed the nightmare would continue despite any pleading with one's self to wake up, for sadly this was all too disturbingly real.

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

The blankets that had covered Sasha's prone frame rose in turn from off her, being flung to the far corners of the room. Like some perverted display of stage magic, the last was drawn away with a great flurish, revealing not a vanished rabbit or the lovely assistent, but rather the lovely assistent whose clothing has vanished. If this were the stage, either our hypothetical entertainer has cast a faux faus beyond measure, or he simply knows what a crowd really wants of his show. This creature would be vastly more appealing than even the most adorable of rabbit.

The unseen wandering hands resumed their place upon her pale, ivory breasts, with a near obsessive need. The focus had scaled down from the fullness of the fleshy globe to only their rosy centers, grasping the distended nipples with an un-warrented measure of force. Pinching, twisting side to side, tugging as far out from the body as could be managed, the ghostly pressence seemed to want to know the limitations of this mortal body at its disposal. Upon locating these, it altered that goal to surpassing those boundaries, no doubt becoming painful as frustration caused its efforts to increase two-fold.

Appearing like a soft white mist, a shape solidified before Mark, taking the form of a semi-human face. Devoid of eyes of teeth, having only gaping emtinesses instead, the face would remind of the ancient Greek comedy mask. However, under the present circumstances, only the Nameless could find the humor enough to grin a smile that was literally haunting. The smile remained unmoving, the eye holes unblinking, as a quiet voice addressed Mark.

"Take the woman...she wants it. It shames her, but look to her eyes and you'll see; she must be dying to beg and whimper for more. Don't deny her, or I'll have the last hole of her body -now-," the emphasis hinting that the specter would come around to that bit of pleasent business either way; The only question was when.

Still the face held its gaze on Mark. Still the helpless woman's breasts were put to the vile uses of the ghost. And still it seemed the nightmare would continue despite any pleading with one's self to wake up, for sadly this was all too disturbingly real.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Mark knew what he would have to do, and what he ultimately might be forced to do. As he lay on the bed with the woman he so dearly loved, and felf completely powerless and defenseless as the ghost took every liberty with her, Mark knew that his his well-being and even his life were meaningless. His adrenniline was course through his veins like a German sedan on the Autobahn, his heart was pounding like a college marching band's base drum. But outwardly, Mark showed no signs of stress or panic. He was in a battle, a battle for the Sasha. His opponent was immensely powereful, this he had to admit. But Mark was armed witho one weapon the ghost could possibly not possess or even understand.

As he looked at the image the spectre chose to appear in, he looked at and disguised his disgust and horror. Sasha looked up at the misty frame and her heart seemed to have stopped beating from the complete fear. Mark had moved closer to her naked body, wanting to take hold of her and escape with her, although Mark knew this may not be possible. Surely this ghost was not the only other-worldly inhabitant.

That thought completed Mark's plan. He might not be able to repel the advances of this cold form, but maybe other's of his kind would have something to say about it. The ghost's chosed activities with Sasha had shown Mark that even in the afterlife, a beautiful woman stirred certain desires in a man, dead or alive. Mark knew that the other ghosts in this ridiculous place would find Sasha just as beautiful if they had the chance to 'see" her.

Without saying a word to the formless ghost, Mark gathered Sasha in his arms and made his way to the door. When they had entered the old hotel, Mark was impressed with the old style grand foyer, at the center of which was a plush Victorian couch. With Sasha's naked body in his arms, he descended the winding staircase and went to that couch, laying her on it. They made eye contact, but did not speak. Hopefully, Sasha could tell Mark was executing a plan.

Mark and Sasha had often pushed the limits of normalcy in their sex life. An audience had often been one of the tools they used to add some spice. Mark had to laugh inwardly as he remembered his dispair at his failure to bring excitement into their lives. That sure had been taken care of, hadnt it. If things worked out the way he was planning, a public sex session in front of a collection of ghosts and the other guests just might raise the bar to untouchable heights.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Sasha's tears seemed to consume her as she lay helpless on the couch. She met Mark's eyes and without saying a word, agreed to what he was thinking. Their relationship had always held an unspoken agreement. They could speak without words, the could communicate without sounds. Her eyes, large with fear seemed to draw him to her as she lay helpless.

The being wanted more of her body than she was willing to give without a fight. So, wiggling to a place she was able to move, she opened her legs allowing him to view her. She could only nod, this or that. The being had taken her earlier, but the haunted shadowy look that now lay upon the face of her lover stirred feelings in Sasha she hadnt felt in a long time.

This moment, she wanted him more than before. Not just to stave off this demon phantom, but to feel him inside her. His cock rushing the tunnels of her cunt forcing itself upon her, inside her, looking, seeking. Plundering her to no end. She wanted to feel him as he fucked her tight little ass and pounded her into submission until she came over and over. She wanted him to burst, at the right moment, to feel the heat of him as he poured inside her body.

Again she nodded at him, this time, the lust almost written all over her face.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Mark didn’t like the feeling that was coming over him, the feeling that making love to Sasha now had a motive behind it other than merely his intense feelings for her. But this was unlike anything he had ever faced, and if there was any redeeming realization coming from all of this craziness, it was that he and Sasha had suddenly developed a strong bond, stronger than ever, one that allowed them to communicate by exchanging glances.

Mark had watched the spirit take Sasha. It was thrilling at some base degree of his soul, but the sense of danger was still as thick as fog in a storm. He needed to get her out of this hotel, getting himself out was secondary. But he wasn’t going to escape merely by walking out the front door. This evil presence that had forced himself on Sasha would not let that happen. It was up to Mark to summon other spirits, others that would want Sasha in the same way that the other spirit had taken her. Mark knew he was risking a lot, that these other spirits would take Sasha if they wanted her. But Sasha’s glance to Mark said to him that she would take that risk and pay that price, and that she understood what he was trying to do.

Mark made her comfortable on a sofa in the atrium of the hotel, laying out her naked body and spreading her legs. He held her breasts in his hands and squeezed them, and Sasha’s hands met his. He began to kiss her body, moving down over her breasts, over her stomach, down to her exposed pussy. He then extended his tongue and began to explore her, finding her clit and softly licking over it.

If the other spirits inhabiting this place had the same urges and capabilities as the one from before, he knew they would soon be here. Mark had to think, plan, figure out how to use their lust from beyond the grave to his advantage, and rescue the woman he loved.

OOC: Wanna be a ghost? Ghost hunter? Guest in the hotel? Jump in! All are welcome!

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Demetri watched in curious fascination as the human couple and the ghastly aura filled the downstairs foyer. She had lived many centuries in the old tower and was content to scare a guest or two from the upper floors of the hotel.

What caught her attention, was the loving way the human male tended to the woman. Never in her life both now or living had she seem such tenderness, such care and concern and it pissed her off to no end. She wanted to rip things up. She wanted to roll in there with such anger as to destroy them both, yet, she was curious.

Slowly, she lowered herself to a position she could watch. As the man began touching, licking and kissing the woman she felt an instant urge. Knowing it could be dangerous, she looked from the nameless to the humans. She did not want him to see her plan yet if he looked inside her he would.

She stroked the dark hair of the woman, catching each moan as it fluttered from her lips. Watching her twist and turn under his caresses, Demetri resolved to complete her plan and slowly began to fill the mouth of the woman. Little by little she began to be comsumed with each breath, until she was inside feeling, hearing, knowing.

When the first waves of orgasm rocked the body she now possessed, Demetri cried out in a voice so alien, she almost did not recognize it as her own.

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

It stood beside the couple, watching them, enjoying just the sight of the young people having rampant sex so openly, where anyone could be looking on. Clearly someone had been as Demetri lowered upon the scene and began taking Sasha. Nameless grinned, allowing its face to be seen once more; this would be entertaining to say the least. Demetri had been too... quiet, too complacent with the people invading the hotel constantly. To see her taking possesion of one of them...it made the nameless spirit all the more enticed and sustained its state of arrousal.

This evening was only getting better every moment.
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OOC: Forgive the short, fairly weak post, and the delay since the last. Bit of a depressed funk lately, and I haven't felt it when I tried to put up a reply.

 

[RockYourWorld]

The voice was Sasha’s but somehow, it was different. Something had changed. Sasha’s body felt as wonderful as it always had, but her reactions and mannerisms were as if they were not hers. Mark had witnessed a far range of unusual and spectacular visions during this wild evening and the night was still young. But even his most vivid imagination couldn’t fathom what was really happening.

Trying to stay focused on his intended task, Mark looked up around the vast area of the old hotel. His plan was to draw out other spirits that were inhabiting this haunted old place and arouse their curiosity, such as it was, enough to cause a distraction. For a brief instant, Mark could see the ghostly face of Sasha’s tormentor, the ghostly form that had helped himself to her twice already. Inwardly, he was pleading the other ghosts – if there were any – to come see the show, and hopefully create enough of a stir to allow Mark to rescue Sasha.

Mark and Sasha made love on the large couch. Anyone or anything in the immediate vicinity would have a clear view of everything they were doing. Despite any hesitancy Sasha had displayed when Mark brought her here, and despite her knowing glances she shared with him that signaled her agreement with his overall plan, she was now acting as if this would be the last time she and Mark were together.

The sense of danger in the room was so intense, that wasn’t out of the question. Sasha laid her head back deep into the upholstered pillow. The moan coming from her almost seemed otherworldly and drew Mark’s attention away from the possible sightings of ghosts. When he met her eyes, the gaze he got back was unfamiliar, leaving him unsettled. Sasha – was it Sasha, Mark wondered – spread her legs wider and grabbed his hips, forcing his thrusting cock deeper and deeper inside her hot wet pussy. Sasha’s orgasmic moans were such that if they did not draw the attention of other spirits, nothing would.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Sasha had felt the invading entity but was helpless to do anything about it. The force with which Mark was taking her was unbelievable. On many occasions, they had rough sex, but this was something entirely new. She felt the pressures building inside her, and she felt the newbeing also. This coupled with the force of his thrusting, was to much and she came fiercely.

"GOD FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME, IM CUMMING!" the voices cried. She willed her body to take it all and give it all. Thrusting her hips as she and the other, they fucked harder into Mark's thrusts as wave after wave or pleasure coursed through them.

She threw back her head, tossed her hair, closed her eyes and held her breath for 1, 2, 3, seconds they released a gutteral moan as a second wave of orgasm raced through her.

Sasha was wild with need. Yet she felt as if it were someone else entirely. The namless ghost was still around, for she could see him with her own eyes, not blinded by the sex. What would he do to her when Mark finished? At the rate they were going now, there would be nothing left for any of them.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Demetri lusted after this type of human contact and the thrusting inside her body was welcomed. Aside from the occasional tryst here and there, she had never experienced raw, real sex as she was now.

Here, she lie tied to this human woman, allowing the male to fuck her, willing him to take her. She obliged by attacking the woman's senses and forceing them to surrender to her own. Pleasure rocked her mind with each thrust, each heave, each plummet of the rock hard cock. She moaned loudly and wiggled underneath him as he burried it to the hilt before pulling out only to slam back in.

Demetri wanted to share the pleasure with the woman. It was mutual that they both fell satiated when it was over. The rate they were going now, it may not be over until sunrise when she would dissapear into the shadows once again.

From where she lay, she too noted the prescence of the namless. She turned the womans head at him and licked her lips, enticing him to come take a taste.

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

Looking down at the human woman being teken so forcefully by her mate, craving it so badly, had been arrousing to the spirit. With the need of Demetri added to the mix, it was nearly too much to be contained, bringing his spectral member to an equally uncontainable size with lust. With a shove, the man was knocked to his back on the lobby floor, Sasha/Demetri laying atop him, still driven to the hilt upon Mark's erection. However, in this new possition, that last uncharted region of her body was presented perfectly. Nameless swatted her across her bared rump, stinging warmly despite the coolness of his hand.

It took hold of the woman's waist, squeezely tight to hold her perfectly still... a struggle, the way she thrashed and writhed about in her sexual throes. Thrusting forward sharply, the ghostly cock buried up Sasha's ass completely, streaching her wide, and began to pump in and out of her hard...fast and rough, spurting deep almost from the first moment. Releasing her middle, the Nameless grasped a double handful of her hair and yanked back her head, continuing its ferious assault upon its victim. It wasn't quite the same now that Demetri had made a willing partner of Sasha. But then a warm body was still wonderfully welcome.

As it pistoned away ceaselessly, wave after wave of cum poured forth, filling Sasha/Demetri.

 

[la_petit_morte]

Lydia

The hotel was aged, thick plush carpet a little worn from years of service, wallpaper that belonged to decades long since passed and filled with the noises of old buildings. The groans and creaks of the old bones of the place as the wind and rain beat against the walls demanding entry. It was the noise that woke her, Lydia Melton, 23 year old med student taking time off from her hectic school life to recover from a recent break up, she found herself here at the hotel.

It had been a reasonable place, that was really the main reason she was here, it wasn't expensive, it had some history in the town and it was not packed in like sardines as her entire campus seemed to be. She might have been the only person on her floor actually, of course being an old hotel there weren't hundreds of rooms like the new ones. But she had yet to see another living soul since her check in earlier that day. Things had been quiet through out her evening, she'd gotten a chance to read some, painted her nails and relaxed for the first time in months. Until the noise woke her.

She wasn't about to go trotting off down the hall but she did sit up, blankets falling to her waist as she cocked a hear toward the door, listening intently. Sounds too soft to be distinguished..were they voices? A tv somewhere maybe? Or just the storm? Lydia rubbed at the gooseflesh that suddenly rose on her arms and leaned over to turn on the bedside lamp, the knob was stiff and hard to turn but finally clicked over and flooded the room with a weak yellow glow.

The lamp light was hardly more than a token against the darkness of the room, and it soon began to flicker. Flame like undulation of light and the sound of moth wings beating on the bulb were all the warning had before the bulb went dark and the room was once more void of light. "Great." Muttering softly Lydia slipped from her bed, feet shuffling quickly on the cold floor as she stood.

Hands in front of her the auburn haired woman felt her way to the end of the bed where her robe was, pulling it on over her over sized t-shirt and boxer shorts she tied it off and began to head for the door.She would need some light even to call the front desk since the phone was an old style without an illuminated keypad.

"Damn!" Big toe collided with the door frame and made her curse loudly. Hands found the knob of the door and pulled. Big dark eyes blinked against the light of the hall as it flooded in, even as weak as it was it still seemed bright to her. How to keep it open though? With one foot holding the door she stretched and grabbed a chair to prop it open, that done she returned to the night stand to pick up the phone.

Back to the door she dialed the front desk and waited as it rang...and rang....and rang...

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Lydia Melton
23 years old
5'6" 125lbs
Auburn hair, dark eyes, glasses
Medical Student on Spring break
Recently broke up with a philandering boy friend