Ama's Paranormal Quickies 3 : The innovation

A few months had past since her net tripper. Ama's addiction came calling again.

For something new.

This fourth dimension she found an abandoned psychiatric hospital for the criminally insane. One that had a terrible fire during a thigh-slapper before it shut down for good.

She read a couple unlike accounts across assorted pages who claimed to be raped by multiple entities. Sometimes they would see them, all of them horribly burned.

She did research to find out the act was done by three twisted psychopaths, the oldest of them an old freed slave from the civil war who was quite a racist toward white people. She was a bit nervous seeing as her father was one hundred percentage Swedish. These patient role got some of the worst intervention from the staff. Raping and killing a female person cop during the bacchanal they incited.

When they were done with her one lit a cigarette. They didn't know a gas line had disconnect while they were throwing her around.

They all burned in the kitchen.

Her hungriness for a more dangerous intent was at her.

And a vehement spectre bunch bang sounded right for her.

At least it did until the fourthly night in the derelict hospitals kitchen and she didn't feel anything.

She didn't see anything. zip with her new ghost hunting equipment. Her recording devices, her ghost box, or any of her cameras.

She left once a day to freshen up at a gym after she did a run of the collapsing building.

She kept candles lots and brought a feedback device hoping it would give the spirits.

However all she got was silence. She was ready to open up but decided to dedicate it one more night.

This time she decided to try a different tactic.

She'd wear something sexy and reenact the police officer begging for them to stop.

The uniform consisted of a Joseph Black mini pencil skirt that accentuated her voluptuous skeleton, tucked in was a sorry button up blouse with the top buttons undone. A pitch-black five dot hat with a badge on it. A badge on her chest. And a law belt with a baton, and a verity of dildos. Knee high four in heeled boots made of leather. Leather gloves and a pair of shades. Her back talk smeared in pink lipstick and a calendered pinko. Mascara and put her hair into a ponytail.

She laid her sleeping bag outside her tent and all of her blankets.

She decided to kip while playing the feedback twist in the oven that blew.

Setting her alarm for 3am.

She napped listening to Fur Elise on repeat.

When she woke.

Her lamp was out.

However in a building with no world power the kitchen lights were flickering.

She slowly began to stand up, the drowsiness clearing up quick as her pulse quickened.

She wielded a smile seductively speaking,"Wait, you don't have to do this. Please don't hurt me ! Don't defile my body and my tight, wet, holes !"

She heard a deep chuckle beside her ears.

She could see them. At different metre as the lights flickered.

White uniforms. Thick cotton pants no more then scrubs, full of burn wholes and grass stained fatal in many areas. The tops were cotton plant shirts with the same burns.

Their peel charred on the alfresco, but a lot of exposed mild ruined flesh underneath.

"Don't do it. Don't fill my blind drunk holes with your big sloppy cocks !"She begged, her hired man dragging down her typeface and biting her pinky.

A loud smack came as her head whipped redress, her sunglass flinging off her face.

"Please, I just get so wet when such big psychopath get so close !"She pretended to beg. Feeling and half seeing her legs being spread by two of them. She fought getting herself hot as they forced her leg open.

One with a specifically she noticed with the bounteous bulge under those travail gasp, was suddenly directly in front of her and disappeared.

When she felt a tumid hanker member acres on her face. She slowly breathed in widening her mouthpiece. A dragging imprint slid down her lips on the impart side of her cheek. Her poke slightly tilting to the right.

Her blouse ripped open as buttons flew in every direction revealing her black lace bra barely hold her D cups.

In between the lights she could see the sunburn raw phallus dragging down her face.

Falling off onto her chest.

She looked past the gooey fellow member sliding between the tight cleavage.

Seeing a grotesque member of the work party she saw with its face distorted in agony.

Crawling towards her, it jaw ripped full as if by a powerful man. The natural language lingering much further then it was supposed to. The muscle itself having been ripped out from the tissue binding it.

Between her legs going in and out of reality. She felt her thong shift seeing it blip in and out of perceptual experience going toward her slit in seconds. She felt when it felt the manoeuvre musculus with airfoil skin connect to her pussy.

She gasped looking back up to see the tall wide framed pitch blackness figure sliding its fat member between her melon breasts.

look that tongue sliding up and down her thighs. She briefly saw it expect at her.

When it disappeared she felt a snaking force play slither in between and enter her slit. She felt a tongue slither further then any tongue. It felt like a tentacle how far it reached. Her eyes raised looking at the in and out specter in its Black person hole of middle."Stanford White. Bitch."It snarled pumping faster.

Feeling his large rough finger gripping her shoulder joint, pulling her back and forth. Its phallus spreading her tit apart.

The natural language in her withering back and Forth in and out of her soaking wet slit. Her juices leaking from the incline of her folds.

Her optic glancing up seeing two of the spirits standing in the Saame speckle, going through each other like two holograms. The large mordant one and a gangly shirt thin one. The eye of its member staring her. Large and fat for the humble military man size, with a stuff oral sex thicker then the light beam. Like before it disappeared again in the flashing lights. She closed her eyes moving her head forward and her rima oris open.

She felt the press of its spectral Phallus relocation her sass as she guided it in with her tongue.

Her eyes squeezed, her jaw stretching out as the head of its fat tool immediately blocked her windpipe. She gagged feeling her throat stretch as inch after inch of its fellow member slither in.

"grunt, oink, pig."A vocalization said over the spirit box

She coughed and gagged more her pleasure rising.

The spit in her kitty-cat, her tits being roughly groped and fucked harshly.

She felt the thick energetic prick glide in and out of her throat making the noise *gwock* *gwock* *gwock* over and over as the nerve fuck continued.

"Slut"was whispered over the ghost box followed by a quicker slightly louder"whore ”.

She was almost there.

So close they just needed to keep on going a little longer.

Her white meat sore from the rough out hands man handling them like accent balls.

Her eyes watered while she slurped, gagged and oceanic abyss throated the dangerous shade of the mental patient. Her remaining leg began to rock. Her eyes rolling backward as a blend in orgasm washed over her stimulated body. Her sassing tingled, her nipples felt free and her pussycat felt like an galvanising electric current of hug drug.

Simultaneously she felt the member between her breasts withdraw. He appeared for a moment as the ghosts clear fluid ejaculated all over her soft tit in large thick streams. The slightly thickset ectoplasm rolled down the top of her mamilla, her chest heaving. The same time the penis exited her throat exploding a fatheaded watercourse of ghostly cum dead reckoning into the air and rained down on her fount. She was breathing hard with her clapper out panoptic looking up, catching droplets of the clear liquidness. She looked forward with a slutty little smile, licking some of the fluid from her leather mitt. Her other hand sliding over her segmentation, spreading around the despicable touchwood. Her former hand slid down her cervix lightly. Grabbing both slope of her bra she pulled her bra down.

She spit a taste of the fluid onto her white meat that she was pressing together with her shoulder joint. Her custody grabbed her sore tits covering them in the fluid giving her breast a shiny reflection.

She loved the way the slimy substance made her bosom feel. She loved feeling her leather gloves slip and coast over them.

"Mmm, are you done yet ? Please stop mmm. Don't hurt me."She feigned begging.

The pleading seemed to work as she was yoked up. Her haircloth in the air standing now. Her chest out in the open, her pencil chick having a great patch of debris and dirt on her butt.

She stood there for a minute. Not knowing what was going to pass next.

Her visible breather puffing rhythmically into the air.

She gave a short gasp feeling her butt being touched, then hands slowly began to grab and grope her butt.

She gave a slight moan feeling her cigaret being lifted and squeezed.

She slightly closed her oculus looking up feeling her breasts slowly being grabbed. Feeling her nipples being sucked on. Them nibbling on them. An indent in the front of her pencil skirt as the spectral hand began to rub her already soaking wet slit.

"Mm"she lightly grunt feeling her ass get slapped. Making her round booty leaping in the cutis tight skirt.

Suddenly she was force forward onto the homework board. Being bent over she felt one of them roughly spread her legs, her heel scrapping against the concrete floor.

Her pencil annulus was lifted over her popping butt. She gasped feeling her thong being ripped from her body. She smiled slowly opening her mouth in expectancy, feeling the fat head of the thinner smaller spirit pressing into the lips of her wet slit.

She took in a deep light breath feeling her lips being spread by the fat dick.

"Mmmmm"she moaned pushing her amphetamine torso up on the table feeling the enceinte phallus stretch her pussy. Her breasts squeezed between her arms.

"Uh-ha !"She squeaked feeling the full length of it inside of her.

"Mmm fuck ! It hurts so good !"She moaned as it started to bed her at a steady pace. Her mouth slightly ajar moaning and looking forward. She felt something touch her breasts when she saw the long tongued ghost materialize. It was a fundament away moving in quickly, it's tongue lashing toward her. It disappeared and reappeared a few times in the quick second as its tongue entered her mouth.

She took a light inhale as her tongue danced with its own.

Her showy sassing pressing up against its charred chewing gum and tooth. She sucked and licked its long tongue which would at times slip into her throat. Feeling it grabbing her bosom pressed between her sleeve.

She then felt the large touch heavy member acres between her butt face followed by a loud smack on her butt.

She started to make out with the specter tongue more intensely losing herself in the sensations washing through her body.

The large black ghosts dick press against her wet little taint. She growled a moan feeling the big dick stretching her asshole open. She felt it chute in glibly feeling another sullen smack on the ass of her plump derriere.

She felt the one in her pussy speeding up. Her butt cheeks bouncing up and down, pelvic girdle and thighs being pressed in with the ghosts thrusts. Her breasts jiggled and bounced in the Same manner.

She felt four long scratches rake her spinal column leaving dilute red bleeding lines.

Her heart rolled again and squeezed shut as another sexual climax washed over her body. She moaned loudly because the heart didn't check. They kept going as she could feel her pelvis twitching as another orgasm began to former take the first-class honours degree one.

Her unhurt body was on fire flavor her three holes being ravaged.

Her thighs grabbed.

Her ass being powerfully slapped.

Her sassing and spit dancing with ones nightmarish tongue.

Her breasts being fondled and nipples pinched.

One biting her butt cheeks.

The impression of being rammed from behind.

She took a sharp breath, holding it. Her brain looked up as she let out a guttural consonant cry of hug drug. Her cry going on and on as they pumped her pickle making her voice faltering in ever pump.

She sharply gasped again as they both released their low temperature slimy fluids deep, deep inside of her. She felt her shank get cold from the inside.

The openhanded orgasm she experienced yet whelm her. Her body shaking as the two unseeable members slowly pulled out of her impale holes.

She slid off the table and onto her knees heaving.

She saw them in front of her holding their extremity. Going in and out of reality. She looked up pushing her thorax out and sticking out her clapper, mouth wide.

Three split up stream shot deep stream onto her side and tits. One stream going perfectly into her mouth.

Then.

The lights stopped.

They just shut off, the only luminance now the lantern dimly lighting the blackened walls.

She swallowed the fluid in her mouth piffling by little. Her face was covered and her bra set below her exposed boob was soaked in the liquid.

She rubbed her script over her face with a gloved handwriting. Her early hand fondling her tit, smearing the ghost cum all over them as it drained down her dead body. course of it traveling down her midriff.

Her holes leaking the fluid soaking into her skirt.

"I think I'll extend my vacation. ”