by Folia Deux
PHANTOM LUST
By Folia Deux
Phantom Lust
by Folia Deux
Copyright © 2013 by Folia Deux
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Chapter One
Sienna shakily unlocked her decrepit Mazda, ignoring the rust stain that smudged her white skirt. She hurled her suitcase into the trunk, slammed it shut, and tried to calm down before starting the engine.
Goddamn it. It was over with Alan, absolutely over. They’d just had their umpteenth argument over everything stupid and Sienna had finally seen the truth. Alan was a shitty boyfriend and an egotistical, selfish bastard. She was tired of being the good, patient girlfriend and having nothing to show for it—no loving words, no thoughtful gestures, no thank-you’s, and never, ever any good sex.
She’d just left his apartment after a post-fight-kiss-and-make-up-fuck, her panties wet with desire, her nipples hard, and no orgasm to show for it. That was pure Alan. Fastest cummer in New England. He never licked her pussy after the very first time they’d fucked. It was only and always about him, him, him. This last time was proof of the end. She could barely call it fucking, to be honest. Three, maybe four thrusts, and it was over. He’d hardly touched her. And he had too many other faults to count.
Lesson learned—a hot body and cute face alone did not make for a good sex life.
Anyway, she had to get Alan out of her mind. It was time for her job interview, and this one promised a good salary and a place to live—something she needed desperately right now. She glanced at the classified section in the newspaper on the passenger seat, where she’d circled this particular job three times.
Housesitter needed, end date indefinite. Must be young, female, in good physical shape, and open to new experiences.
Weird ad. Maybe they wanted her to do some cleaning too? Maybe the owner had a closet full of nipple clamps and handcuffs she’d have to dust. Her own nipples tightened at the thought. Damn Alan. If he’d done his part, she wouldn’t be so hypersexual right now. She laughed softly. Maybe she’d even borrow the BDSM stuff, if the right guy came along to use it on her.
A single phone number was listed. Before dialing, she clutched a silver Tiffany heart pendant hanging from her neck. She’d bought it with her first Visa card years ago, and it was her lucky charm. It always reminded her to take care of herself, and to keep her own heart safe. Funny how she’d forgotten to wear it in the last few months she’d been with Alan.
Sienna dialed the number on her cellphone and it went straight to voicemail. In the recording, a raspy, deep male voice invited callers to come to for an interview at ten in the morning on Tuesday. Before she could leave a message, the connection was lost. The same thing had happened when she called yesterday.
Again, weird. Maybe it was like, an open-house, group interview? All Sienna knew was that it was Tuesday, and it was nearly ten. Time to go. As she drove there, the gold and red leaves of autumn flew by. Every house she’d passed was garishly decorated with too many paper skeletons and Jack-o-Lanterns on porch stoops, so Sienna was surprised when she pulled up to the perfectly restored Victorian. There wasn’t a single holiday decoration anywhere. 1300 Sommerset Drive. It must be the place.
It was a gloriously grand house, painted crimson, complete with little turrets at the corners and intricately carved molding beneath the eaves. The smoky scent of burning leaves infused the chill air. As Sienna climbed the porch steps, a memory popped into her head.
She’d mentioned the housesitting job when she’d gone clubbing with her girlfriends last night. A girl with a killer body and glossy raven hair named Myra had overheard Sienna and tapped her hard on the shoulder, interrupting their conversation.
“That house? It’s haunted,” she’d said, licking her red lips. “In the best way ever.”
“What do you mean, ‘best way ever’?” Sienna asked, suspicious.
“I’ve never come so hard--or so many times--in a single week,” Myra said, winking, before she slipped out of Sienna’s grasp and disappeared into a tangle of dancers.
But Sienna dismissed it. Myra was a busy girl. No doubt she’d brought a string of fuck-buddies to the house and got kicked out when discovered. Sienna didn’t believe in ghost stories, not where dicks were concerned. She hadn’t had a lot of lovers in her past, but she knew enough. Only a real, hot, hard cock was worth believing in.
So now Sienna was showing up for her housesitting interview, starving for a damn good ramming, her panties nearly soaked through from unquenched desire. She wished she had more time so she could pleasure herself in the car and get a clear head.
She rang the doorbell, clutching her heart pendant for luck. And waited. Nothing happened. She looked down and did a last adjustment of her clothes. The tight pink sweater was tented over her stiff nipples. God, she’d forgotten to put her bra back on in her rush to get out of Alan’s apartment! She ran her hands over her breasts, hoping her rose-colored nipples wouldn’t show through the knit fabric. As soon as her hands skimmed over the tight buds, her pussy throbbed in response.
God, what a time to be horny, she thought.
Just then, the door creaked open. Sienna paused. There was no one in the entryway.
“Hello? Anyone here?”
Beyond the open door, she could see a grand sitting room, complete with huge fireplace lit within by a crackling fire, huge velvet armchairs, and a mahogany desk. Mmm, wouldn’t it be fun to get draped over that desk and fucked from behind?
Sienna cleared her throat, willing herself to concentrate. “Um, I’m here for the housesitting job?” she called out. “Anyone here?”
A brisk wind gusted from behind, lifting her skirt and slapping her thonged ass cheeks. It was so forceful she actually tripped forward and pushed her way inside. Sienna stepped onto the burnished wood floors, her black high heels looking deceptively shiny under the Sharpie marker swipes she’d used to cover up the scuffs. Behind her, the door slammed.
“Oh!” She squeaked and stepped closer to the fire. Where was the owner of the house? As the thought entered her mind, she spied an envelope jutting out from the mantelpiece, waving at her, as if a wind had risen inside the room. She clicked her heels over to the mantel, pausing to stare at a photograph of a handsome, blonde man in his twenties, wearing a crisp linen suit. He stood under a tree, croquet mallet in hand. He seemed to be laughing at her.
She shrugged, then plucked the fat envelope from under a glass paperweight shaped like a smooth, six-inch obelisk. She snorted. She didn’t know who these people were, but they sure liked decorations that resembled dildos.
Her lush lips dropped open as she opened the envelope. It was full of cash, in fifty-dollar bills. She read the letter.
Lovely Sienna,
Thank you for accepting the jo
b of house sitter. Your first week’s pay is enclosed. Your only job is to enjoy yourself during your stay. You may not bring any other people to the house. This house is much like a lonely soul. It needs companionship. Open yourself up, and you’ll find that both parties shall mutually benefit.
You may leave the position whenever you choose.
XXX
She read and reread the letter. She got the job? Already? After only calling and leaving a message—
Wait. She never left a message. How did they know her name already? She studied the crisp new bills and the expensive, antique furniture.
Well, what the hell. She got the job, and it was going to be easy! This place sure made Alan’s apartment seem twenty times dumpier in comparison. She went back to the car and lugged her suitcase into the house. Beyond the front room, she found a winding oak staircase that spiraled up to a third floor. She picked out a bedroom with a twisted four-poster bed hung with gauzy privacy panels, a million silky pillows, and a bay window. Another door inside the bedroom led to a bathroom complete with a claw-foot bathtub.
She squealed. She was dying for a bath. She wanted to get all the traces of Alan off her and start fresh. Oh, and a good faucet orgasm was always a splendid thing. She turned the porcelain spigots and found bath oil on the windowsill, dripping the fragrant liquid into the hot water.
She slowly peeled off her sweater, lifting it over her head and arching her back. She knew that her breasts jutted out when she did this. Alan often attacked her when she was undressing, but this wasn’t for Alan. It was for her.
And for me.
“What?” Sienna spun around. Was that real, that husky whispered voice?
She covered her chest as her eyes searched the room carefully, listening for any footfall or breath. But it was quiet, all except for the sound of rushing bathwater. She shrugged. Must be her imagination. She tossed her sweater aside, wriggled out of her white skirt and peeled off her damp thong. She left her necklace on, fingering it idly as she walked back to the bathroom.
The tub was half full when she turned off the water and carefully lowered herself into it. The steaming water relaxed her utterly, and before long she’d taken the scented oil and was rubbing it all over her breasts, kneading them, circling her slippery, tight nipples with both hands. She groaned, hearing her own voice echo off the pristine tiles of the bathroom, when a deeper groan seemed to echo back.
Suddenly, something smooth and warm slid along her inner thigh. It felt like a very masculine, very real, very strong hand. She stiffened, releasing her nipples to grab the edge of the bathtub.
What was that? She peered into the clear water. There was nothing there. She saw her smooth, shapely thighs coming together where her freshly shaved pussy soaked luxuriously beneath the water. But something, someone—was touching her. The invisible hand pressed higher and higher up her inner thigh, a slithery sensation that drove an electric rush of desire straight to her clit.
Sienna tilted her head back and shut her eyes. This can’t be real. It just can’t. But even as she was convincing herself it was all her imagination, a second unseen hand grasped her other inner thigh, and together they splayed open her legs, as wide as they could go within the confines of the tub.
The strong hands crept ever higher, until they slithered over her pulsing and throbbing pussy. Deft, invisible fingers found her swollen nub and circled it with a slippery, delicious pressure that made her moan and cry out.
Sienna didn’t know what to think. Her thighs were parted widely, and even if she could move, she didn’t want to. She couldn’t remember the last time someone took her like this, rubbing her cunt in the most perfect way.
The hands were masculine, there was no doubt about it, and they knew exactly what she wanted. One ghostly finger slid into her cleft, thrusting in and out, finger fucking her until her eyes rolled back and she panted louder, faster. It pushed and pulled, playing at her G-spot all the while the other fingers swirled and rubbed relentlessly at her clit.
She could barely hold onto the tub when a third finger rubbed her tight asshole, the sensation deliciously indecent and sending clear rings of hot desire everywhere. Sienna lifted her knees, letting her legs fall over the edges of the bathtub so the hands could access her. Access everything.
She couldn’t keep a cohesive thought in her mind as the fingers fucked her, slid all over her. Her orgasm crested, filling her up until her whole body tingled and hummed with unbelievable pleasure. And then it crashed over her as Sienna shrieked with ecstasy, her own voice filling the tiny bathroom.
Chapter Two
In a blink, the phantom hands were gone.
Sienna panted and hyperventilated in the aftermath, wondering—what the hell? Was she going crazy? Did Alan slip some drug into her Diet Coke before she’d left?
She lifted her head, seeing her legs hanging over each edge of the bathtub like a rag doll’s, her body barely covered in the warm water. She pulled her legs into the tub and hugged her knees, trying to think.
Stop thinking. Just let it happen.
The voice again!
“Who is it? Who are you?” she asked, her voice shaking, partly from fear, partly because she was still recovering from coming harder than she had in a long, long time.
Open yourself up, and you’ll find that both parties shall mutually benefit.
Her mind whirled. The same words as were written in the letter. And that voice—it was a crystal clear version of the one from the voicemail recording, only this wasn’t something she heard. It reverberated inside her head in a way her own thoughts never did. It was invasive and foreign ... and like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
“Who...what are you?”
I am the owner of this house. I’ve been lonely a long time. As long as you give yourself to me, I’ll give you exactly what you’ve been so desperate for.
Sienna sat up straighter in the tub, tossing her chin into the air. “I’m not that desperate.”
I can prove you wrong.
Suddenly, the water in the bathtub started emptying out into the drain. She hadn’t pulled the plug. As she scrambled to see what happened to it, she felt a hard push on the center of her chest, making her lie down in the low water. Liquid warmth enveloped her scalp, slid up her crack. Now her legs were guided by those invisible hands and pulled to the end of the tub so her legs lay open, her pussy directly under the faucet of the tub.
I know you wanted this. But I can make it even better.
She watched the porcelain knobs twist on their own accord, sending a strong stream of perfectly warmed water right onto her cleft, splashing and vibrating all over her clit. Sienna arched her back on the bathtub floor and writhed, moaning. Though she’d just come, she was shocked at how ready and eager her body was for another orgasm. That damn Alan! He’d fucked her every night this last week and she’d never come once, leaving her starved for this.
Sienna angled her pelvis up, feeling the rush of water between her pussy and asshole. Her whole body shook as the hot bliss rose steadily. Her clit was a hard, swollen knot of flesh that tightened deliciously as she moaned with abandon.
Here’s where I make it better.
Something forced her thighs wider apart. She felt the pressure of a man’s pelvis pushing towards her pussy and something firm and hard rolled against her cunt, never interfering with the rush of water, only heightening the sensation.
She opened her eyes. There was nothing to see. No man above her, no ghostly image. How could this be? There was rock hard bathtub hugging the curves of her ass, but something was there, ignoring the physics of what was real around her. She felt a strong mouth over her nipple, sucking hard, then rolling her bud between teeth and tongue. An invisible hand stroked the other nipple as the invisible mouth met her hungry lips, parting to let a confident tongue invade her mouth. Strangely, it tasted of nothing—the flavor of air. But it didn’t matter. The feeling more than made up for what wasn’t there, what she couldn’t taste, or
see. She would have cried out if she could, but instead opened her legs wider, opened her mouth wider. It stopped kissing her just enough for her to gasp air, and beg. Not for mercy, no. More than that.
“Ride me,” she whispered hoarsely. “Ride me so fucking hard.”
And the phantom did. Sienna felt the invisible cock slide into her hot pussy. She’d only ever been with Alan, so she was still tight and firm. The phantom plunged into her, its thick long cock more than she’d ever taken before.
Her head pitched back as she cried out, her fingers squeezing the edge of the tub. She felt his hands grasp her breasts possessively as the ghostly cock slid in and out, filling her to her very max, slipping out before plunging in as violently as she yearned.
And all the while, the water rushed down from the faucet, right through the phantom’s invisibly bucking pelvis, pummeling her relentlessly from clit to asshole. It was too much. And yet, she felt like she could never have enough. Like she could do this for eternity.
Her ass slapped against the bathtub bottom as he rode her hard, mercilessly, going ever faster as if sensing that her climax was near. The water kept rushing, swirling hard and firm over her. Sienna’s whole body stiffened and the orgasm crashed through every part of her body. She cried out so loud that her own screams hurt her ears.
She gasped, recovering and finally opened her eyes, expecting again to see nothing.
That’s when she saw the ghost for the first time.
Chapter Three
She blinked, not believing what she was seeing. Hovering over her was a wispy, white being. The shoulders were broad and muscled, narrowing to a waist that was still poised between her legs. His head hovered over her, the silvery white hair not like an old man’s hair, but something more like spun silk. Ice blue eyes bored into her.
“You...you’re a ghost!” Sienna gasped. “And you...and we...how is that even possible?”
