Haunted (closed)

[Cosmic Knight]

Haunted
Daniel (Dan) Biddulph, 6 foot, muscular, black hair, and green eyes.

I sat in the upstairs window, waiting, and watching for the new owner. All I knew was that it was a woman, judging by the mail that had already arrived for her.
I also knew that the real estate man would not have told her of me, for the women who lived here, had lived here for the last 70 years, never told anyone of Dan.

Dan was their secret, their unknown, unseen lover, yes, that is right, lover, but unseen.

75 years ago, I had worked here, as the stable manager, and the lady of the house had seduced me. Not that I had tried to stop her, for she was beautiful. Sadly though, her husband had caught us, just as we became joined at the hip! I was 42 when that happened, and I have not aged a day since.

The outcome was that I ended up dead, he went to prison to be hanged, and she left. It was a while though, before I realised, that I sort of had a gift. I could touch, feel, almost do anything to a woman, and she would know. It took a little getting used to, but once I worked it out, things certainly changed around here for me.

Some ghosts want closure, want to move on, but not me, I just want pussy, and the more I can get, the better it is.

 

[cati]

Lauren eased the blue Volvo into the big gravel driveway of her new home just in time to see the real estate agent's car pull out.

"Cripes, the idiot could have waited another five minutes" she said frustrated.

Leaning over her stearing wheel she peered up at the one hundred and fifty year old house. A little work was needed on the outside, a few of the clapboards were loose and the garden looked unkempt. The curtains of an upstairs room fluttered gently in the breeze...but the window was shut tight, as far as Lauren could tell, and there was no wind or even a mild breeze blowing that day. "Hmmm that's weird...I'll have to check it out, maybe the glass is cracked or something."

"Oh well, I've got the time and the money at least, if not the elbow grease."

Lauren Summerville, stood five feet four inches in her stocking feet. The pretty, buxom twenty four year old had just signed a years contract with "Acme Film Studios" set to co-star in a new film "What Ever Happened to Baby Jane's Younger Sister " but they wouldn't begin shooting for another two weeks. In the meanwhile she could get settled into her new abode until production began. The neighbourhood seemed nice enough, and she decided that the other homes were probably built around the same time as her own, large historic mansions that spoke of a by-gone era and of decadent parties held by the previous owners.
Larkspur Lane was located in an older quiet suburb in the city's north end and had huge maple trees shading the street on both sides. It was an attractive neighbourhood, but most importantly it was quiet and thats just what Lauren wanted ...quiet and her privacy.
Opening the trunk of her car, Lauren lifted two heavy suitcases and a small potted plant onto the sidewalk. Her other possessions had been sent ahead a few weeks earlier and with any luck had been already unpacked.

"Well house here we are," she said to no-one in particular as she lugged her belongings to the front door. The real estate agent had left her a note in the mailbox.

"Lauren, sorry I missed you. Welcome to your new home ! All of your shipping crates are in the dining room. I told the moving men not to unpack...I hope that was ok. I didn't want them rummaging through your things. If you need anything, call me ok? signed..... Steve Wilcox.

Lauren simply shook her head, " and all the money I had to pay him too.... jackass"

 

[Cosmic Knight]

I saw the car coming up the driveway, one of those Swedish ones I believed, with the same name as an aeroplane. Not that I had ever travelled by air, for when I was murdered, air travel was definitely a luxury, which only the super rich could afford.

The car stopped, and I looked intently as she stepped out. Quite petite, with a nice figure, especially up top, which I liked, a hard firm cock, between a pair of nicely rounded tits, is a wonderful sight to behold.

She lifted her bags free, and she did it well, she was used to fending for herself, that was obvious. And in some ways, she reminded me of Clarissa, the lover that had cost me my life.
Her husband, Roger Forsyth-Mortlake, was forever out playing golf, and then drinking till midnight. But his wife, Clarissa, liked to ride, and as the stable manager, I got to know her well, too well I guess. because it ended up that she preferred to ride me, to her horses.
Another thing she loved, was to be taken, for me to bend her over a rail in the stable, and fuck her from behind. Slapping her ass and pulling on her long hair, that made her howl with delight.

And of course, since my demise, I had discovered a few more of the same ilk, who loved to be done doggy style, as they called it.

Of course, the new lady of the house, this Miss Summerville could well be different, hell, she might even turn out to be a lesbian, that would certainly cramp my style. Anyway, that was enough of my musing I thought, as I made my way to the master bedroom, to await her.

I had two reasons for this, I wanted to watch her unpack her underwear, you can tell a lot from a lady`s underwear, and also, I wanted to see her naked.

 

[cati]

The house key slipped easily into the keyhole. She had been given two keys, one for the front door and the other opened a back door that lead into a mud room and then into an old fashioned kitchen. Lauren hadn't actually been inside the house herself, only having viewed photos of the home's interior on the internet. She hoped and prayed that the inside would be just as she had imagined or somewhat similar to the pics shown on the web. The big oak door creaked angrily as it opned. The sharp screeching sound immediately echoed through the open foyer then died almost as quickly as it had begun.

" Hellooo anybody home?.... Lauren called out, more to hear the sound of her own voice than anything else.

" If these walls could speak, I wonder what stories they would tell," she mused.

The estate agent wasn't able to tell her very much about the former owners of the house, except that nearly a century ago someone had died under mysterious circumstances. Lauren decided that Steve Wilcox didn't bother to do his homework and she wanted very much to learn about it's history.

"Every old house has it's skeletons, Miss. Sommerville, and your home is no exception," he laughed, "... one should always expect the unexpected."

Lauren dropped her heavy bags on the brightly polished oak floor, kicked off her shoes then headed up the main stairwell to the second floor landing for a quick look at that broken window.

"I'm going to have fun trying to decorate this place" she thought, spotting a few odd bits of antiquated furniture as she made her way down the long corridor.
"Those things really should have been tossed out years ago."

Lauren half expected the house to be dark and foreboding, but it wasn't at all. There seemed to be no cobwebs, dust or anything else to show the house hadn't been lived in. She continued down the hallway opening doors, taking a quick look inside, before going on to the next one. All of the doors had opened easily with a quick turn of the knob.
Judging by the small size of the previous five rooms, she concluded that this door had to open into the Master suite. Try as she might, the door refused to budge. Lauren pushed, rattled and shook the doorknob as hard as she could, but it was no use.

"Ok people... whose got the effing key, ... damn it, this is all I need." she said exasperated. "On second thought, what I really need is a good stiff drink...this can wait."

and so she went off to find some ice and her precious bottle of "Stoly."

Finding the kitchen was easy. "Now if the grocers have done their job, this fridge should be stocked.. and it was to excess...."Yessss, alright" !
There was enough food to feed an army in that fridge. She reached for a carton of orange juice, then a couple of ice cubes from the freezer to top off the double shot of vodka already in her glass.

Lauren sipped her drink as she wandered from one room to the next, finally settling down in the spacious living room and very happy to see that the new furniture had arrived. Shopping on the internet was definetly becoming a favourite pastime of hers. The dark grey velvet sofa and chairs ordered from an online catalogue, matched the room's decor perfectly. Swallowing the last bit of her cocktail, Lauren stretched out comfortably on the sofa, her angelic face nestled against the soft velvet pillows and soon fell fast asleep.

She dreamt of the house and a man and woman having wicked sex. The woman in her dream looked a little like her... but different. It was as if their faces had been superimposed on top of the other. The woman was older, more sensual and exotic looking. Suddenly the dreamscape changed, and she found herself outside in the garden. There were hundreds of rainbow coloured rose bushes everywhere and there was another man holding a shovel. In her dream Lauren watched as the man swung the garden tool at her lover's head, neatly severing the man's skull...but the headless man wasn't really her lover, it was Steve Wilcox the realestate agent and he was slam fucking the woman who was Lauren... yet not her, against the garden shed.

 

[Cosmic Knight]

I heard her, as she tried to open the door of the master bedroom, and then I remembered, the man who had sold her the house, had locked the room, and placed the key on the dresser downstairs. I would attend to that later, for now I wanted to see this new woman, to survey her, and find out what she was like.

It would of course, be quite a while before she knew what I was like, but seeing her, getting to know her habits, and her body, that was the easy part. I could travel anywhere within the house and the old stables, without fear of locked doors. The difficult part would be getting this Ms Somerville, to realise what, and who, was living in her new property.

Yes, I was a ghost, but, a ghost with a difference. If I touched her, she would feel my hand. If I sat on her bed, she would feel my weight upon the mattress. If in the future, I put her hand on my cock, she would be able to wrap it in her fingers, without actually seeing it. She would know I was licking her clit, or fucking her, even doggy style, if she liked that.

She would see me occasionally, but those occasions would be very rare, if she had her eyes open, looking in the right direction, at her moment of orgasm, then she would see something, but only for a split secoond.

She would see a naked muscular man, with a firm hard cock, a large cock in fact, standing, or kneeling before her. The vision would only be fleeting, a split second, but, I was sure that she would know, and remember, just like all the previous tenants, all of them lfemale, had done.

I watched as she made up her drink of vodka and orange, and then drained it, before lying down on the couch, she was soon asleep, and I took the opportunity to locate the key to the bedroom, and to place it on the table, near to her empty glass. Without touching her, I took a closer look, and she was indeed beautiful, with very nice lips, very kissable ones, and I wondered, would her pussy lips be so red and soft? I certainly hoped so.

I stepped away, and sat on one of the armchairs, waiting for her to awaken, and find the key to the bedroom.
As I waited, I idly stroked my hard fat cock, anthinking to myself that the future looked bright, very bright indeed.

 

[cati]

Lauren awoke from her dream sexually aroused. Something had disturbed her sleep. And now she couldn't shake the strange feeling that something in the room had changed. She lay still, trying not to breathe too loudly, as she looked around the living room, peering into dark corners for anything that seemed misplaced or out of the ordinary. Had it been her imagination or the newness of her surroundings or something else entirely different. She brought back to mind, the sordid details of her dream and the faces of the people in it... except for Wilcox, who were they?

"Whoa girl, that was really one hell of a dream you were having... what the heck was in that orange juice! It was unbelievable, her pussy was still throbbing and her nipples felt hot to the touch. "Lauren old girl, you really need to get laid... until then maybe taking a warm bath might do me some good.

The claw foot bathtub was one of those big old fashioned enamel tubs you sometimes see in old movies and it looked large enough to fit even three people comfortably. She didn't bother with bubbles or candles. No, this was going to be a deliberate cold blooded "water fuck".

A large full length gilded mirror hung majestically on one wall and Lauren watched her reflection as she began the slow seductive movements to a strip tease, as if performing in front of a live audience. Her hips gyrated in slow circles as her hands and arms weaved through the air. She turned to watch her perfectly dimpled ass, as it quivered and shook like a round bowl of jello.

"Must be jelly... cause jam don't shake like that," the director had joked when he met Lauren for the first time."That is one sweet ass you have there, young lady...J Lo has nothing on you," he added, a lascivious smile playing on his thin lips.

"What a creep, and to think I have to work with him."

Lauren tucked her thumbs under the thin bands of turquoise fabric and shimmied out of the lace thong letting it dangle just for a second before finally flicking it off her toe. She ran slim fingers along the succulent curves of her softly rounded hips then down to the pouting, plump lips of her neatly shaven pussy.

"Oh my gawd I'm so horney," she said shivering, her legs trembling with aroused anticipation. It wouldn't take much for her to come and she wanted to prolong the sweet agony as long as she could. She ran a sweet pink tongue over her luscious full lips, all the while swaying to the sensual beat of the music playing in her head.

"Lauren Sommerville, you are such a hot little bitch." she giggled.

She shuddered a little as her bum touched the cold bottom of the bathtub. She turned on the hot and cold taps testing the water, then slid her ass forward spreading her legs wide above the spouting faucet, exposing the soft folds of her sex to the delicious surge of warm water. Lauren ran her hands over her tits, pulling and kneading the soft mounds of female flesh. She closed her eyes and imagined herself being watched by a group of men as she played with herself. Their faces hungry and their cocks hard for her.
She could feel her orgasm building. Her belly tightened and she clenched and relaxed her vaginal muscles in rythymn to the mounting waves of pleasure that were beginning to engulf her. She used the fingers of one hand to spread her cunt lips wide, so that the torrent of water licked her throbbing clit directly, spilling into her dark gaping hole as her perky little butt wriggled beneath it. She leaned forward and began furiously licking and mawing on her tight "half inch" nips. Her timing was perfect as usual.

She came hard... coming...and coming ...and coming.

"Oh yesss, mmmmm, oh my fucking gawd... she grunted through tightly clenched teeth... ungggghhhh.... unggghhh.... ohhhh fuck... unggghhhh... as the orgasmic waves ripped through her body. Her deepest most secret heart pulsed and throbbed as the flow of red hot lava slowly spread throughout her womb. She let the water play with her pussy for a little while longer until she just couldn't stand the delicious torture any longer. She pushed herself away from the taps and simply relaxed in the warm water, her luscious boobs bobbing on the surface.

 

[Cosmic Knight]

She awoke, sort of, it was strange to watch, she seemed... dreamlike for a while, possibly it was the vodka, but then again, maybe not.

I remained where I sat, as she slowly stirred, hoping that she would see the key, but, this Ms Summerville obviously had other plans, and I followed her, through the house, to the antique bathroom. Mrs Jankowski, my wonderful lover, had installed the bath and fitments, in 1995, and I had spent many a happy, and horny hour in there, both watching, and playing. And I realised straight away, that now I was going to see my new lady naked, which mede me smile a little, not to mention the way my cock twitched.

My cock was the problem, I could rub it, stroke it, do anything I wanted almost, but, I could not make myself come. Only a woman could do that, make me cum I mean. In her mouth, her pussy, and even if I got real lucky, in her ass. But it would take a while, it always did, first I had to get them over the fear factor, and to start giving them the pleasure that they craved.

And that was when she started to strip, shaking her tits, and her cute ass, I did not fail to notice either, her shaven pussy, this seemed to be the trend these days of the 21st Century. And I had to admit, I did prefer it smooth, or occasionally with small "landing strip", as I believed that it was called.

She stripped off in front of the large gilt mirror, looking to me like she could actually do this for an audience, but maybe not, it could be that she was just excited to be in her new home.


"Oh my gawd I'm so horney,"

She said out loud, before licking her lips, and this indeed was music to my ears, I had a live one, as the saying goes. She spoke again,


"Lauren Sommerville, you are such a hot little bitch."

I was astounded when she actually sat in the empty bath, before filling it with water, but what happened next was even more astounding. I moved to the edge of the bath, watching her closely, seeing how she fingered, and rubbed herself. Watching how she nibbled on her nipples as the orgasm exploded.

"Oh yesss, mmmmm, oh my fucking gawd... ... ungggghhhh.... unggghhh.... ohhhh fuck... unggghhhh....

Only then did she relax, lying back in the water, her ample tits just about exposed, and her hard nipples breaking the surface. I did consider climbing into the bath myself, and letting her hold my now throbbing shaft. But that would have been stupid, I would only have suceeded in scaring he rhalf to death. My time would surely come, that I knew very well, and judging by this Lauren`s sexuality, it would not be too long a wait either.

 

[cati]

There weren't any towels for her to use, so she had little choice but to dry off naturally. Lauren scooped up her clothes from the floor and padded back down stairs. She switched on a side-table lamp, flooding the room with its glowing luminescence. She felt cool and relaxed sitting naked and cross legged on the sofa.

"So many things to do tomorrow, put an ad in the newspaper for a housekeeper, call in a handyman to fix what needs fixing, and find a personal trainer...hmmm and I think I'm going to visit some pet stores in the area and see about getting myself a new puppy and last but not least... I have to call my Mom."

It wasn't long before the key caught her eye. She hadn't noticed it before, but then again she hadn't been looking. It was one of those old skeleton type keys that was supposed to open just about anything.

"Well let's just see about that." she decided, bounding up the staircase to confront the obstinate door one more time. And of course the key fit perfectly. Lauren turned the knob, not quite sure what might be waiting for her "on the other side".

The room's decor was simply "out of this world" and smack dab in the middle of the Master suite was a very, very large four poster bed.

"Oh my f***king gawd.. this is gorgeous !" she exclaimed, throwing herself upon the bed. It looked like something straight out of a Hollywood movie. Lauren smacked the bedding, thinking there would be a pile of dust wafting from the mattress, but no, just like everything else in the house it was free of dust and must. She pressed her nose into the plush pillows and sniffed..lavender, while it's mate smelled remarkably of "Bay Rum".

"Somebody's been sleeping in my bed" she said, quite unperturbed. "...and just look at this bedspread." The cover was made of soft creamy velvet with an embroidered border of pink and gold roses."This is so pretty, no wonder they've kept it."

She gazed around her new bedroom, taking in and appreciating the other pieces of matching furniture. A three mirrored boudoir table sat in one corner and a large mahogany wardrobe stood against the far wall. Everything was elegant and tastefully designed. There was also a large stone fireplace in the room, which by the look of it, hadn't been used in quite a while.

Lauren pulled her self up on her elbows and ran her hand lightly over the ornately carved bed posts.

"What are these carved figures? Then realizing what they were, she sat upright to take a closer look...."Whoa, whoever owned this bed, must have had an incredible sex life." The carvings depicted men, women and animals having sex in every position known to man... and then some.

"This is so un-fucking-believable"

 

[Cosmic Knight]

This Lauren was certainly what modernistic people would refer to as a "free spirit", I was sure of that. She definitely was not ashamed of her beautiful body, on the contrary, she was proud of it, that much was clearly eviudent to me. She sat on the sofa, cross legged, giving me beautiful and delicious views views of her pussy, the lips just ever so slightly swollen, a sort of post orgasm swelling I figured.

Then at last, finally, she saw the key to the bedroom, she grabbed it, and literally ran to the stairs, her tits bouncing wildly as she crossed the room. I of course followed her up the stairs, walking into the room behind her, and then moving away from her, to lean against the wall and watch.

"Oh my ***king gawd.. this is gorgeous !"

I had to smile, having seen similar reactions so many times, the expectation of the ancient, was always dismissed by the surprise of the modern. She smelled the bad, surely a female characteristic, I had never seen a man do that anyway. Not that many men had been here, I am pleased to say, it seemed to be a house for the female of the species now. Then I realised hwat she could smell, I needed to take more care, and I admonished myself severely.


"Somebody's been sleeping in my bed......and just look at this bedspread.....This is so pretty, no wonder they've kept it."

She lay face down on the bed, supporting herself with her elbows, and I moved closer, watching he rintently now. Then she saw the carvings, the ones that had been put in by Miss Downey, in the 1977.

"What are these carved figures? ....Whoa, whoever owned this bed, must have had an incredible sex life......This is so un-fucking-believable"

She was looking at the erotic carvings with a glint in her eye, I was surethat she found them different, and possibly exciting. I moved away again, sitting on the window ledge, I wanted to see just how she would react to her new erotic bedroom

 

[cati]

oops sorry

 

[cati]

Try as she might, Lauren just couldn't get the sensual wood carvings out of her head. I mean that was the whole point wasn't it, to put ideas into your lover's head at bed time by suggesting one of the scenes. "Hey let's try this position tonite Hon". It was way too cool.

" I have got to call Scott, he would just love to see these bed posts. He would definitely know where they were made and by whom. Oooh, like maybe they're magic sex talisman thingies and whoever sleeps in this bed automatically performs this stuff. How cool would that be?" she said to no one in particular.

Scott Kendall was a close friend of Lauren's who dealt in European antiquities and other "ancient stuff". She made a quick check mark in the air, adding him to her "to do" list for the next day.

She opened one of the side windows in the bed room and peered out into the moonlit summer night. A soft breeze, carrying the scent of night blooming jasmine wafted in through the casement as Lauren stood looking into the spacious back yard.

"Oh my gawd, that's right, there are stables back there, damn I forgot all about them..have to check them out in the a.m. too"

Lauren left the window open and padded back to bed, pulling back the elegant coverlet, plumping up the pillows, then once more giving everything a good pat down and sniff before actually slipping between the crisp cotton sheets herself.

 

[Cosmic Knight]

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