The legend of Whorehouse has been told around the campfire for over 120 years. Whorehouse wasn't its original name; it only earned that nickname after people began sharing ghost stories about it. The place's real name was Baxter Estate, located not far outside New York City. Surrounded by woods, it was the site of a tragedy in 1863. While her husband was away at war, his lonely wife started entertaining visitors at her estate.
Elizabeth had an undeniable hunger for sex that her husband could barely satisfy, and when he left at the start of the Civil War, her desire only grew. She began sleeping with one of her slaves, but it only intensified her craving. During the first year of his absence, she transformed their estate into a paradise of indulgence where every sin was embraced.
Orgies took place there, where Elizabeth seduced the wives of soldiers into participating with men who were not their husbands. Sometimes they also shared her and the other wives in bed. When her niece came to stay with her a year later, she also corrupted the innocent girl.
During one of her orgies, a self-righteous mob ended the lives of Elizabeth and her guests one winter night. When the deed was done, the mob was caught in an unexpected blizzard and died, never escaping the Baxter Estate. Some say Elizabeth's spirit called up the storm, trapping them there and sealing their fate.
The ghost reports didn't surface until many years after the event, and they are now rarely seen. Three women from NYU came to study the site and tried to prove the existence of ghosts. They met while in college and became quick friends. What they will soon discover within the Baxter Estate is that the ghosts do more than haunt the halls.
Belinda's spell not only awakened the long-sleeping ghosts but also gave them power to influence the living around them. It was mainly cast for Kathrine, but her two friends became casualties of her seduction. Belinda usually didn't involve men in her games, but for one of them, it couldn't be helped.
The three girls arrived just after sunset and unloaded their belongings into the house. They divided their tasks into shifts, with one walking the halls exploring the estate while the other two relaxed or slept until it was their turn. The first shift went to the youngest of the three, Evelyn. Next was Lily, who took the opportunity to have a bath while Kathrine went to her room to sleep.
Evelyn was a fairly attractive blonde with blue eyes and large, firm breasts. She was the youngest of the three at nineteen, with the other two being a year older. The white button-up blouse and blue jeans she wore gave her a modest look. However, she wasn't as innocent as she seemed. She harbors some lustful desires and, with the right push, could become quite the slut.
Evelyn grabbed an EMF device that would let her see energy spikes in the room as she explored the house. Being alone with the possibility of ghosts didn't scare her, but gave her a delightful thrill. If anything went wrong, there would be no one there to help, and that was half the fun of it. She wanted to experience the things she had seen in those old ghost movies. Unexplained noises, books flying off the bookcase, and a ghostly apparition that proved all she believed about the afterlife was real.
After an hour of walking through each room and finding no sign of a ghost, she discovered something else interesting. The place was like a museum with items dating back to the Civil War era. Aside from the lighting and plumbing, nothing had ever been updated, and it remained exactly as it was all those years ago.
One room she found quite interesting was one of the sex rooms Elizabeth had remodeled for her sex party. It was empty except for two tables and a chair. An oil lamp was on a table by the chair for decorative effect. The ceiling light provided enough light for the room, and without it, the room would've had a more eerie feel.
What interested her was the table in the middle of the room. It had four chains and leather cuffs at the ends. It was a sex table where someone leaned over and was chained to it. When that is all done, that person will be fucked at both ends by a group of people. The idea of that excited Evelyn, unable to stop a group of men doing whatever they wanted to her.
She turned off the EMF device and placed it on the table by the chair she was sitting in. She looked at the sex table and wondered if sex was better experienced or if it was better in someone's own fantasy. She wasn't a virgin and had her share of men. She always felt something was missing; sex with them was good, but never great. Too soft, part of her wanted to be treated like a whore and to be taken more forcefully, not in a bad way, not against her will or anything like that. She was just tired of being treated like a princess or as if she were made of glass.
It was getting late; her shift was almost over. Leaning forward, she opened her mouth and yawned. She felt something strange enter her mouth as something held onto her head. She was not as innocent as she seemed and had given her fair share of blowjobs over the years. What she was experiencing didn't frighten her, and she felt herself moisten. Evelyn recognized a long, meaty cock sliding down her throat as her face was fucked by an unseen entity.
Evelyn didn't know what she preferred more, finally encountering a ghost or being manhandled by one. She not only felt the ghost's cock but could also taste it. Her mouth reveals every secret about it, from its size and how good it tasted, to the fact that the ghost's penis was uncut. This wasn't how she wanted to meet a ghost, and she wasn't going to complain about how it appeared to her. After the ghost is done with her, she'll tell her friend about it while leaving out the part where she sucked its dick.
Most people would've been horrified having a ghost slide his dick in their mouth. Evelyn, on the other hand, was enjoying it and let out muffled moaning as if her mouth had a real cock in it. When the ghost finally came, shooting his ectoplasm down her throat, she leaned back into her chair and smiled.
Evelyn quickly realized the fun wasn't over yet, and more ghosts were in the room. She felt hands grabbing her blouse and was pulled with such force that buttons flew across the room. Her black lace bra peeked out from her torn shirt before a supernatural force ripped it off her. It hurt, but in a delightful, pleasurable way. Evelyn's breasts bounced as it was set free, and quickly her nipples hardened.
She thought, "Yes, this is what I have been missing from all her lovers," and laughed to herself that ghosts were giving her just what she needed.
Looking down, she watched as her pants were unbuttoned and saw her zipper slowly being pulled down. Ghostly hands grabbed her breasts, playing with her hard pink nipples as her pants were taken off. After the ghosts stripped her of her clothes, lifted her off the chair, and placed her on the sex table in the middle of the room, she didn't resist as her hands and legs were shackled to the table.
Evelyn guessed there were at least five ghosts in the room with her. She felt another cock slide into her mouth, smaller but thicker than the first one. While she was enjoying it, she felt another ghost at the other end of her. The ghost pushed his cock deep inside her pussy and would have screamed out, hadn't it been for the cock in her mouth.
The head was thick and longer than anything she had ever felt inside her before, like this ghost was half horse. Never in her life had she ever felt this full or been fucked with such force. The pleasure that washed over her was like nothing she had ever experienced and came effortlessly. Whoever the man was had a gift between his legs that could please any woman. Those who shared a bed with him were blessed and would do anything to have him again.
The orgasm that erupted from her was so intense that she nearly blacked out. She had many more orgasms, but none matched the one from the ghost with the horse cock. They took turns fucking her until she had barely the strength to move. When they finished, they unchained her from the table and laid her on the floor before leaving back into the unknown.
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Lily wasn't as attractive as her other two friends, but she wasn't ugly either. She had low self-esteem when she was with her friends and never saw herself in a good light compared to them. She saw herself as a humble, peasant girl, while her friends were like princesses.
She was the nerdy, bookish type of girl with black-rimmed glasses, dark brown hair, green eyes, and she hid her nice figure under baggy clothes. She was always wearing large band T-shirts and cargo pants. Her breasts were large enough to fit in the palm of her hand, and nipples thick as erasers.
Lily was a shy girl who usually sat under a tree reading poetry books. She didn't talk much to guys because of her lack of confidence and went on only a few dates. When they made a move on her, she allowed them to have sex with her. Even though she enjoyed it, something inside her craved more.
She had a secret she was too scared to share with anyone. Lily realized in college that she is bi-curious. She would check out girls' butts as they walked by and wonder what they would be like in bed. Sometimes she would masturbate while thinking about them. Fear kept her from exploring this side of herself and buried those desires deep.
She stripped off her clothes, placed them on her bed, and grabbed a towel. She needed a bath, but not because she was dirty. "I am taking a bath," was a code phrase she often used whenever she felt the need to masturbate. Sometimes she really did need to bathe, and other times it was a safe space for her to be alone to do the deed.
The bathroom was connected to her room by a large window and had a copper bathtub against the back wall. It was designed in the style of those from the Civil War era, with some modern updates. One could take a bath without heating or pouring water into the tub. The sound of the faucet echoes in the small room as she turns off the water and slides into the tub.
The water was just the way she liked it, hot and inviting. Closing her eyes, she imagined the waitress at the diner where she and her friends had eaten before heading to the estate. When she first saw the woman, she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach and bit her lip to hold back a smile. She didn't want to reveal her feelings to her friends or to the sexy goddess serving her. Fearing rejection, she kept those desires to herself until she could unleash them safely alone.
Lily imagines the woman with her long red hair, deep green eyes, and wearing a revealing waitress uniform. The woman wasn't actually dressed that way in the diner; it was her fantasy, picturing the woman with her shirt half unbuttoned. She was setting the scene in her mind before she started touching herself, and her eyes flashed open when she heard the light being switched off.
The room was dark, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the window. It created an eerie atmosphere and sent a shiver of fear down Lily's spine. "Hello! Is anyone there?" She said with a trembling voice.
There was silence at first, then the sound of wind blowing outside, and an icy chill filled the room. The curtain began to sway as if the window were open, but Lily knew it wasn't. A shape appeared behind the curtain, a young girl, about eighteen, wearing a white nightgown.
The girl was charming in an innocent way, with eyes that understood the heat of a sensual bed. She was Anne, Elizabeth's niece, influenced by her aunt's wicked ways, and she became a very sinful person. On the night she first arrived, she caught her aunt in bed with another woman. What she saw aroused her, and when her aunt saw her in the doorway, she pulled her into the room. After telling her to strip, her aunt watched as she lost her virginity to another woman.
Lily didn't realize any of this and only saw a stunning, beautiful ghost. The ghost pulled her nightgown over her head as she moved toward her. It wasn't the first time another woman had undressed in front of her, but this time it felt different. Women sometimes change clothes in front of each other without any sexual intent. However, there was something sexual about the ghost's stripping, making her question if the ghost was trying to seduce her.
She lowered her eyes to the girl's breasts before letting them drift further down between her legs. The ghost's breasts were small like hers, perfect for her hands to hold or her mouth to suck on. Lily wondered, as she stared at the ghost's crotch, if it was even possible for her to taste it. The desire to experience physical intimacy with another woman scared her as much as seeing her first ghost.
The ghost knelt beside the tub and looked into Lily's eyes before saying, "Are you a gift for me?"
The voice of the ghost was seductive to Lily's ears, and she let out a sigh of arousal at its words. "No, you are the gift. I'm no one special," Lily responded as she lowered her eyes to the ghost's breasts. She felt a strong desire to reach out and touch them.
"Yes, you are. No one as beautiful as you is anything but a gift," the ghost said as she brushed a strand of Lily's hair back behind her ear.
Lily let out a low moan from the ghostly touch and looked back into its eyes. The purpose of the trip was to make contact with the spirits of the departed, but she never expected her first experience to be so sexual. Here she was, and after meeting her first ghost, she found herself wanting to be with it.
Lily felt its touch as if a live person was touching her, even though it had no solid form. She did not resist and experienced a forbidden desire for the ghost. It was taboo and macabre to be sexually attracted to a ghost. The girl had been dead for over a hundred sixty years, but appeared not a day over eighteen.
The ghost slowly lowered its hand along Lily's face, gently touching her skin and sending pleasurable sensations through her body. It was tender like a lover's embrace, soft and arousing. Sliding down the center of Lily's chest before slipping underneath her right breast, it cupped it in its ghostly hand and began caressing her nipple with its thumb.
Lily felt her nipple harden from being touched and let out an erotic moan. The embrace lasted only seconds before it slipped into the water and went between her legs. She spread her legs as wide as she could in the tub, but there was limited space. It was enough for what the ghost planned to do to her. It's rubbed her pussy for a moment before sliding its fingers into her hot, wanting cunt.
Her moans grew louder as the ghost slowly fucked her with its fingers, taking its time and not rushing the experience. Lily could feel the orgasm building inside her, starting weak but growing stronger over time. It became as powerful as a raging river pushing against a dam, and when the dam burst, she screamed out in ecstasy.
After her orgasm left her body, Lily grabbed the ghost by its head and pulled it in for a kiss. Not only could she feel the ghost's tongue in her mouth, but she could also taste its sweetness. The kiss only lasts for a short moment before all sensation of it disappears, leaving the girl alone in the tub.
Sadness cut Lily like a knife, and she yearned to do more with the ghost. What she just experienced was more than she had ever expected. How could she tell her friends that she shared an intimate moment with a ghost? A female ghost at that, but before she could dwell on it, she heard a ghostly giggle coming from the bedroom.
Lily stepped out of the tub, water dripping off her body as she moved toward the bathroom door, leaving a trail of puddles on the floor. Peeking into the bedroom, she saw the ghost lying naked on the bed and motioning her to join her. Without wasting any time, she climbed into the bed and made love to the beautiful ghost.
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Belinda's spell might have been intended for Katrine, but her friends also got caught in her web of seduction. Although her friend Lily was willing to be with another woman, Evelyn was not. Lily eventually had sex with another girl six months after leaving the estate. Katrine's one chance to be with another woman was here, but since there was no ghostly presence, nothing happened. Belinda changed all that with some lesbian magic, placing Katrine in the crosshairs of a lesbian ghost.
Katrine was a beautiful woman with long black hair, dark brown eyes, and an athletic build. She ran track in high school and kept running in college to stay in shape. Her interest in the paranormal started in her childhood. She was sure she saw a ghost in her room, and instead of being afraid, she tried talking to it. Nothing ever happened, but she swore she would talk to a ghost someday.
She took the last shift because she believed it would give her the best chance to see a ghost. Katrine was unaware that her friends would encounter ghosts before she did, and in the end, it wouldn't matter. None of them will fully tell the truth about what they experienced at the estate. What she would soon discover would not only prove that ghosts are real but also that they can still affect the living.
Needing to be well rested for her shift, she climbed into bed in her white cotton pajamas. Katrine hand-picks each room to make sure she gets Elizabeth's room. If anything were to happen, it would happen in Elizabeth's bedroom. The woman had seen a lot of action while alive, and most of it was in her bed.
Katrine envies Elizabeth's sexual confidence, even if it also involves other women. She has never been that brave or free with her own body. There were men she had slept with, but she never truly explored her sexuality. She only experiences sex through love, not pleasure. Pushing her boundaries with lovers to discover what excites her sexually is something she has never done.
A noise woke Katrine from her sleep; it was the sounds of two women enjoying themselves on the bed beside her. Ghostly moans and wet kisses on naked flesh echoed throughout the room. She couldn't see anything but heard everything. There was an impression on the sheet of the two entities making love. It ended with an orgasm scream, followed by the sound and sensation of someone getting out of bed. She heard footsteps leading to the bedroom door and watched it open before closing again.
Katrine felt two different kinds of excitement rushing through her after what she had just seen. One came from seeing ghosts, and the other from sexual arousal. It turned her on to hear two people having sex, even if it was between two women. She waited years for the chance to experience an apparition in her room again.
The estate owner was turning the property into a ghost hotel and invited her to stay overnight. It would benefit his business if ghost hunters found spirits on his grounds. They received a free overnight stay with no staff present, and they were alone. The place will be busy with visitors after hearing about her recent experience. It was definitely haunted, but not in a frightening way.
When Katrine shifted her focus back to the spot beside her on the bed, she was stunned to see a woman there. The room was lit by moonlight streaming through a nearby window, casting a gentle glow on her nude form. The woman was lying on her side, gazing at her; shadows concealed most of her body, with only her right breast and the faint outline of her figure visible. Her exposed skin shimmered seductively and carried a sexiness that Katrine wished she had.
Unable to help herself, she scanned the ghost body, letting her eyes stare at the darkness and trying to focus on what was behind it. She knew what was hiding behind it, a nude body of a beautiful woman, and yet part of her wanted to see it. Katrine never had any interest in women sexually, but for the first time, found herself tempted. The desire wasn't strong and was like a small, weak erotic voice saying, "Damn, she is sexy!"
Elizabeth was a stunning woman in her late thirties, with long brown hair, light blue eyes, and a body that exuded temptation. She was very alluring and eager to explore her sexuality with anyone willing. Anyone who found themselves in the same room as her was captivated by her seductive charm and often ended up in her bed.
"Well, well, look who is in my bed. I've never seen you before. Are you one of Anne's friends?" Elizabeth asked seductively.
“No…no…I am…Katrine," she said, confusion and excitement in her voice.
"No matter if you know my niece or not, I will teach you what you came to learn in my bed."
Katrine looked at the ghost with confusion and asked, "Teach me what?"
"Pleasure, silly. It can get awfully lonely when our husbands are away fighting in this terrible war. I can teach you some techniques for those lonely nights until he is back in your bed again," Elizabeth said with a smile and a laugh.
There was a brief silence between them before the ghost asked, "Have you ever touched yourself?"
"You mean sexually," Katrine replied, her heart pounding excitedly in her chest.
"Of course, my dear!"
Biting her bottom lip before replying, "Sometimes, but not too much."
Katrine couldn't believe she was talking to a ghost about sex. It wasn't how she expected things to go if she ever got a chance to talk to one. There was so much she could ask the spirit, but she was too afraid to change the subject. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and she didn't want the ghost to go away.
"Show me. I want you to touch yourself right now, like when you're alone," Elizabeth said with a faint hint of desire in her eyes.
"I can't," Katrine said frightfully.
"Sure, you can. It'll be our secret, and no one will ever find out. Give in to sin, my dear, and I promise you'll enjoy it," Elizabeth said with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
There was something in the ghost voice that Katrine couldn't resist the indecent proposal. She raised her hips as she pushed her pajama bottoms down and slipped them off before kicking them away. The sheet was the only thing hiding what she was about to do. Even though she knew it was wrong, she felt a thrill and was excited to perform for the ghost.
"Wait," Elizabeth said, reaching out to unbutton Katrine's pajama top. After the last button was undone, she pushed open her top, revealing first Katrine's left and then her right breasts. Perfect, now you can continue."
Katrine watched as her top was undone and pushed aside, revealing her breasts. She knew the ghost was trying to seduce her, but was unable to resist its charm. The cool air felt pleasant against her bare skin, making her nipples very sensitive. They were light brown and small, like little bullets.
Closing her eyes, she slipped her hand beneath the sheet and between her legs. She couldn't believe how wet she was and let out a moan as her fingers slid inside. In a moment, her fingers were soaked with her juices, and she couldn't believe how excited she was. Her eyes snapped open when she felt a hand wrap around her right breast and a mouth on her nipple.
She was too stunned by the brazen move of the ghost to put up any resistance. Katrine watched as the ghost licked around her nipple and sucked on it skillfully. The pleasure from the ghost's lips was intense. None of her male lovers ever paid this much attention to her breasts. They weren't as talented as this ghost, and she found herself completely surrendering to it.
With a swift movement, the ghost pushed the sheet off Katrine and climbed on top of her. Katrine could feel the heat and softness of the ghost's body against hers. The ghost pressed its lips to her, and she opened her mouth eagerly. "Damn," she thought, "she, it's, or whatever, you call a ghost, was a damn good kisser."
Their kiss didn't last long as the ghost hungry kissed down Katrine's body. Taking one and then the other breast into its mouth, devouring each of Katrine's nipples like it was the ghost's last meal. The ghost continues kissing down Katrine's hot, heated flesh and giving the girl pleasure that she never knew existed.
Katrine let out a scream as a ghostly tongue explored her most sensitive area. It wasn't the first time her pussy had been licked, but it was the first by someone who knew what they were doing. Her eyes rolled back as the most intense, pleasurable orgasm she had ever experienced hit her.
The ghost wasn't finished with her yet and slowly kissed back up her body. Katrine didn't mind tasting herself on the ghost's lips, and it only fueled her desires. She explored the ghost's body with her hands and lips, tasting the ghostly flesh with undying hunger. She could not only taste the ghost but also smell its arousal as she ate its pussy.
They continued their lovemaking until Katrine fell asleep from exhaustion. When she woke a few hours later, Katrine looked around the room with sleepy eyes. The scent of sex still hung in the air, and the taste of her partner lingered in her mouth. Licking her lips, she smiled and thought, "I can't add that to the report. Check into the ghost hotel and have the best sex of your life." Slipping out of bed without bothering with a bra, she grabbed a shirt and put it on. Katrine quickly dressed in jeans and old tennis shoes before starting her shift.
The next day, when talking about last night's event, each of the girls admitted to seeing ghosts but left out the sex they had with them. Evelyn suspected her two friends might have had similar experiences, but were afraid and ashamed to ask. She never would've guessed it was with female ghosts. After returning to college, her choice of lovers changed; she started dating men who were rougher in bed and who would share her with their friends.
Lily gained more confidence in herself and made a move on a girl in her dorm. The two hit it off and became a couple. Katrine found a nearby lesbian bar off campus and started having one-night stands with multiple women. She wasn't interested in dating and decided to explore her sexuality with other women. The three friends discovered more than ghosts thanks to a magical lesbian witch.
