The Haunting of Miss Mars (Patreon)

Fans of the real life transgender pornstar Natalie Mars and ghost sex will find a lot to like in this latest story. Those who don't enjoy one or more may not, but I suggest giving it a read if you're on the fence. It's never too late to try something new lol

“And on our left you'll find Lady Blackridge's bedroom. She and her husband often slept in separate rooms, some say because they were haunted by memories of the tragic accident that took their sons from them.”

As nearly everyone in the tour cooed and snapped pictures Natalie admired the stately manor around them instead. Although certainly not the worst touristy experience she'd had so far the 'haunted' mansion promised in the brochure wasn't really living up to it's name. Aside from the occasional gust of cold air from a well hidden vent or something falling from a shelf in the distance it was really more of a historical tour than anything else. One that focused on a very long and very death filled history of the house but that wasn't really enough to qualify as haunted. And considering it was their last tour before Halloween proper she'd expected a little more in the way of theatrics at the very least. Yet despite her disappointment there was still something fun about being surrounded by so many people who were clearly eating up every word the tour guide said. The woman was clearly quite the actress, not to mention remarkably pretty in a Gothic sort of way, and there was no denying she had her spooky intonation down to a science. In a different time period she would've been right at home on an Elvira style show. Once she was finished expounding on the tragic tale of that particular bedroom she led the group further down the hall with Natalie trailing a little ways behind them for a more unobstructed look at everything.

After the group took a left at the end of the hallway she seized her chance and doubled back to check out the bedroom being talked about before. As she walked the hem of her knee length white sun dress fluttered despite her feeling no wind. Before she even realized it'd happened Natalie was shivering and holding her small purse a bit tighter than she meant to. Chalking up the sensation to one of the sneaky vents hidden around the manor she slipped into Lady Blackridge's bedroom and shut the door. With an impish she sat down on the spacious four posted bed in the center of the room. It was unexpectedly soft and Natalie was quickly stretched out across it. Her bright green eyes closed while she pictured herself in another time period, her cherry red lips curling into a grin and the nostrils of her petite nose flaring every so slightly. She felt her dress shift around her legs once more but dismissed it as quickly as she hard the first time. When a different, unnoticed breeze ruffled her sleek black bangs an involuntary shiver danced up her spine. It still wasn't enough to make her tangibly react outside of goosebumps erupting all across her pale, freckle covered skin. The sound of footsteps outside the door, however, those made her immediately sit bolt upright, When they seemed to stop directly in front of the room she'd snuck into her heart started to race. Once the door handle started to rattle and turn all the color drained from her face. Like a child with no place to go during hide and seek she hurriedly looked around the room for somewhere to conceal herself. The wardrobe was too far away, the chair wasn't big enough, and the vanity was to close to the wall. 

Natalie saw no other choice and with no small amount of flailing she hurled herself off the bed and rolled beneath the frame. Able to see out from beneath the edge of the sheets she held her breath and watched the door swing open. To her utter confusion there was nobody standing in the entryway and the hallway beyond looked completely empty. Aside from her own heartbeat there were no sounds either. Everything was as still as a crypt save the burnished wooden door gradually coming to a halt in the same position it'd been in when she first snuck inside. Wondering just how far they employees had gone to make the manor seem haunted Natalie waited a few more, tense seconds for some sign of an actual person. Once she was certain nobody could be lurking nearby without being a ninja she crawled out from beneath the bed and brushed the dust from her perky breasts and taut belly. Since there was no telling how much longer her luck would hold out she decided to sneak back into the hallway and try to catch up with her group. For plausible deniability if nothing else. But as she bounded down the hallway towards the split at the far end something grabbed her plump buttocks. The sensation was only present for a split second but Natalie was more than familiar with what it felt like to have her ass groped. She let out a small gasp and whipped around, ready to slap the offender across the face. But the hall was just as empty as ever and from where she was standing there was no way anyone could have touched her and vanished before she turned back.

“What the hell is going on?” She asked of the empty air, “This can't all be part of the act . . . I must be letting the holiday spirit go to my head.”

Those words had barely left her lips when she felt another, similar sensation this time fondling her perky breasts instead. With a startled gasp she look down to see her modest bust lift and bounce seemingly of it's own accord while the familiar pressure of large hands covered her chest. Acting purely on instinct she swatted at the empty air in front of her and turned away. Barely five steps down the hall she was stopped by a chill wind engulfing her body. She was all but frozen in place as her skin erupted in goosebumps and she shivered uncontrollably. A nearby door opened and suddenly a rush of warm, inviting air spilled into the hall. It swirled around her like an unseen mist to envelope her legs. A strangely enticing smell filled the air and before she knew what she was doing Natalie had turned towards the doorway. Appearing as little more than an unassuming sitting room, lavishly decorated of course, it had an inviting aura to it. Perhaps as a result of the golden light spilling in from the windows or the continued warmth that stood at odds with inexplicably chilly atmosphere of the hallway. Torn between the apparent safety of the sitting room and the surreality of pressing on further down the hallway Natalie furiously rubbed her bare arms as her eyes darted from one option to the other. It was only when she noticed her breath emerging in big, crystalline gusts from her mouth and felt her teeth start to chatter as her jaw seized up that she knew the right choice. Whatever was going on she could stay in the hallway dressed as she was.

As soon as she crossed the threshold a sense of relief overcame here. It wasn't the least bit tarnished by the door suddenly snapping shut in her wake, although she did jump a little at the sound. It echoed through the otherwise silent room like a gunshot and in it's absence all that remained was her heartbeat and slowly steadying breaths. Without really knowing why she walked into the center of the room and spun in place to look at it all. Everything looked remarkably comfortable and well maintained, even more so than the rest of the house. Her gaze naturally came to rest on a soft looking fainting couch pressed against the wall opposite the door. She approached it with a small amount of caution. Despite how good she felt part of her was acutely aware of how unnatural those emotions were. Or at the very least how unfitting they were considering the circumstances that brought her into the room. After setting her purse down on a nearby end table Natalie stepped towards the couch and leaned forward to run her hand along the fine upholstery. Her fingers had barely touched the expectedly soft fabric when she felt the return of those hidden fingers from the hallway. Only this time they weren't interested in groping her ass. Instead they seemed wholly intent on revealing it. Faster than she could react to invisible hands slid beneath her panties and pulled them down her supple legs. By the time she'd straightened her underwear sat in a head at her feet. She let out a small, almost timid gasp and looked down at them in surprise. As frightening as it should have been Natalie couldn't help but feel a little excited by whatever was going on. Her heart fluttered and her stomach did a little flip completely heedless of what would have been normal to feel. 

“I guess I don't have to ask what you want . . .” She remarked, unsure if it could even hear her.

Almost in response to what she said her dress was lifted into the air, well past her waist line and high enough to nearly expose her bra as well. For a brief moment nothing happened afterwards save the gentle throbbing of her cock as it sprang to life between her thighs. Natalie smiled and bit her lip, confident the reason she'd been given a momentary reprieve was entirely the result of her member now twitching freely in the open air. She had enough time to wonder if it might be the reason her ghostly companion left her alone before multiple sets of hands touched her body. One seemed focused on groping and fondling her pert ass, spreading apart her cheeks and making the whole thing jiggle like a bowl of jello, while another jumped to her dick to begin stroking her shaft and eagerly cupping her balls. Immediately that sense of thrilling uncertainty increased as little bursts of pleasure started to flicker through her body. Being able to feel everything that was done to her without being able to see who was doing it felt surreal in the best possible way. It was like being blindfolded but with a spooky yet amusingly predictable twist. She could only imagine how much farther it would go if she let it, although there was very little to suggest she could actively stop them.

Natalie's curiosity was, in some way, answered rather quickly when her ass was given a rough, unexpectedly pleasurable smack. Her body was wracked by the jolt and her ass bounced accordingly but there was no sound to accompany the spank. That lack of auditory feedback was so strange she had to physically look behind her and see the hand print on her buttocks to be certain it'd happened. When her focus was pulled back to her cock as it started to bounce merrily up and down as it was stroked several things happened in quick succession. Something strong, rigid, and quite reminiscent of a big fat cock slid between her buttocks a moment before what felt eerily like a warm, wet pair of lips closed around her member. Then two more hands slid beneath her dress and bra to find her nipples and a second, equally weighty dick came to rest against her open lips. As if it had been rehearsed the two phantom shafts pushed into her mouth and ass at the exact same time, the latter sliding in and stretching her open like it was nothing while the former glided effortlessly down her throat. Apparently not needing anything in the way of lube the dick pushing into her backdoor was able to get balls deep in the blink of an eye while all she felt was the familiar pleasure of a nice cock inside her ass. The one pushing into her throat had a similarly easy time as it reached deep into her esophagus until her neck was bulging and her eyes were watering. Each started to thrust independently of one another and faster than she could think 'Casper' she was being fucked from both ends while another ghost sucked her off.

Knowing what she must have looked like with her ass inexplicably spread open and gaping, her cock rhythmically twitching as it was fellated, and her throat periodically shrinking and growing all at the same time almost made her wish she'd brought a friend on the tour like originally planned. A chance to record what she looked like standing there were her legs pushed apart and her whole body trembling would've been wonderful. But since such an opportunity was impossible by that point she'd simply have to settle for the inherent pleasure of such an experience. Not that it was exactly hard to do so, whatever the ghosts had been in life in death they were unexpectedly skillful lovers. The one eagerly bobbing back and forth on her dick was a particularly standout. Every skillful pass made Natalie's toes curl and her eyes flutter while precum oozed from her tip. Though it merely dripped onto the floor below rather than hang suspended in some unseen mouth like she might have guessed. Of course she had little opportunity to see such things with her head tilted backwards and an invisible shaft thrusting downwards into her throat. Like everything else she was experiencing it all came down to touch and touch alone as sight was denied. Thankfully that was more than enough to get her body trembling her her heart beating nearly out of her chest. Especially when the ghost fucking her ass started to time it's movements with the one tasting her cock. Before she even knew what was happening those powerful thrusts were sending her body lurching forward and her dick plunging deep into whatever throat it was being smothered by. Again and again she sent into that inviting hole only for her body to reflexively pull back in an attempt to keep that juicy member inside her ass. It was a cycle as amazing as it was lewd and one she enjoyed to it's fullest until she couldn't enjoy it any longer.

Letting out a long, spit drenched gurgle Natalie's entire body tensed and her cock swelled. For an all too brief moment she hovered on the precipice of great, tumultuous ocean and everything seemed to freeze. When she finally tipped over the edge to be consumed by the churning waves it was like heaven. Cum exploded out of her dick to spray across the couch before her and even reach as high as the wall behind it. The incredible feeling of cumming inside someone's mouth while simultaneously ejaculating into the open air, all while having a dick in her ass, was something she never could have experienced elsewhere. And that alone was enough to make the entire thing worth it even without all the extra pleasure she normally felt during sex. Again and again her member unleashed gooey loads of spunk until she'd thoroughly coated the cushions in front of her and no doubt done irreparable damage to the fabric itself. None of that mattered in the heat of the moment of course, it was merely an unfortunate side effect of her enjoyment and the horniness of whatever was haunting the manor. Once she was finished thoroughly ruining a no doubt priceless piece of antiquity with her warm, sticky jizz a sort of haze swallowed up Natalie's mind. It was a combination of the usual post climax release of endorphins paired with the continued and unabated pleasure and sensitivity still filing her body. In those short, wonderful seconds after she finished and the ghost sucking her cock had vanished she was well and truly theirs to use as they pleased.

Apparently her lovers being the ghosts of people that died centuries ago didn't preclude them from knowing and enjoying many more modern sexual positions and mannerisms. That was a discovery Natalie made shortly after learning that whenever her companion's were finished they simple pulled out and new ones took advantage of her waiting holes. Around the time she was being lifted into a full nelson and two thick but short dicks were pushing inside her ass she realized how much variety she could expect. In addition to all the felt but unheard ball slapping fun that usually accompanied a good old fashioned gangbang. They fucked her in that manner for several minutes until abruptly handing her off to another set of hands that pushed her into a nice wheelbarrow position, the one inside her ass holding her wrists back while another thrusted into her throat. Another set of lips returned to pleasure her soft, floppy cock as well. Rather quickly she was perfectly erect and more pleasured than ever as she hovered several feet off the ground with her naked body writhing in the air. Those lips were the only thing to remain as once more things were switched up in favorite of a slightly more traditional position that had her riding reverse cowgirl on ghost stretched across the couch while another made ample use of her inviting throat. Around the time they were once more changing up positions and she was being bent like a pretzel to accommodate whatever they wanted Natalie came once more. It seemed to happen in the blink of an eye though as the sheer absurdity of everything else partially overshadowed the rush of ecstasy she felt. It was certainly a pleasurable and delicious experience but being fucked eight ways from Sunday by ghosts was beginning to take center stage in her sex fueled little world. That was undoubtedly the reason why she was able to sink so completely into the innate pleasure of the whole thing that time started to slip by faster and faster. Over the course of however long she was 'trapped' in that room being fucked by the ghosts haunting Blackridge Manor Natalie was put into every position imaginable until she found herself on all fours like an animal. 

Some phantom pounded away at her tight asshole while another held her head and throat as it thrusted into her face. Despite the faintest shimmers in the air around her nothing as meager as a silhouette was visible anywhere around her. She could feel their  unseen cocks throbbing and twitching as though they were flesh and blood, especially whenever she gagged or shivered, yet the disconnect of never seeing actual bodies was always strange and a little intimidating. But it was also incredibly thrilling in more ways than one. Never before had she felt so well and truly used by anything before. The lack of gooey, warm cum as a reward for her obedience was a small price to pay amidst an endless stream of invisible cocks having their way with her as if she was a toy. They slammed into her ass one until she was gaping wide enough to slide a fist inside of. They were shoved down her throat so far it felt as if they'd be sliding into her stomach. They repeatedly pulled out and let her gasp, quiver, and writhe just long enough for the absence to set in before returning in full force. While she certainly couldn't prove her suppositions Natalie felt certain their lack of a corporeal body allowed them to do things physical humans couldn't possibly hope to accomplish. That became clear around the time she felt somewhere in the range of five separate cocks push their way into her ass.

It started off simply enough, a rather large shaft gliding into the stretched out opening that was her asshole until an equally large set of balls seemed to bump against her own. The ghost it belonged to thrusted away without concern for anything and her body was wracked by pleasure once more. Precum dripped from her bouncing member and she slobbered all over the prick stuffed snugly inside her throat. Then came the familiar sensation of a second shaft attempting to slide into her ass, the steady prodding and pushing as it coaxed her hole a bit wider until it could find purchase. Like the professional she was Natalie had little trouble taking a second dick, she had dildos bigger than the two shafts within her asshole, but the manner at which it was thrusting certainly gave her pause. Rather than coming at a downward angle as was so often the case it arrived nearly parallel to the first one. Since she couldn't actually see them there was no telling for sure but it seemed as though both pricks were side by side stretching her open as if they belonged to a single, double dicked being. And when thoughts of such a hilarious but sexually delightful creature entered her already overloaded mind a third member joined the fray. This one had little trouble gliding into the gaps left by the other two and pushing until it was also balls deep inside her and threatening to split her asshole in half. Suddenly moaning loud enough to make her throat hurt Natalie's back arched and her own cock throbbed like mad between her thighs. Had she known they still weren't done filling her until she couldn't take it she would've saved her enthusiasm a bit longer.

Barely a few seconds after that third ghostly member entered her ass and all three started to thrust at separate yet complimentary intervals what felt like, and was quickly confirmed to be, a fourth one appeared looking for entry. Thanks to the vaguely triangular shape the first ones had formed it was  a simple matter for each to move away from the others in a different direction, not only pushing her to the breaking point as she was gaped wide enough to fit a fist with ease but also giving that fourth penis ample space to slam into her body. Apparently not content with the pace all the others were using the newest dick sought fit to really use the no longer tight confines of her hole to it's absolute fullest. The others followed suit not long after and all of them shifted in such a way that each was able to enjoy their own stretch of her tight inner walls while being flanked by the others at all times. Being stuffed with multiple dicks, sex toys, or even an entire arm wasn't the least bit new for her. Getting fucked by four ghosts at the same time was however and there was little she could do but cry out in abject pleasure while being pounded by a quartet of different sized shafts. Each with it's own idea of the right speed to go at and a wonderfully unique feeling to it she had more than enough time to feel and recognize. 

For quite some time after that little spike in ghost participation Natalie was left constantly anticipating another cock trying to wriggle in with the rest and completely break her asshole. That notion was slowly but steadily fucked out of her along with any thoughts more complex than monosyllabic grunts of pleasure as she was treated like a prostitute who's designated hour was about to run out. Even the specter gleefully using her mouth picked up it's pace before long. Soon the sheer absurdity of what was happening combined with the constant rising tide of pleasure she was feeling started to take a familiar turn once more. Her nails scraped against the wood and her thighs squeezed together while her feet lifted off the boards and her toes curled inwards. If her eyes had been opened they'd be rolling back in her head as gargled moans and gasps poured out of her distended throat. For an all too brief moment her cock was pressed between her soft, milky thighs before it managed to bounce free thanks to the constant thrusting of her unseen lovers. Within seconds of being released a long strand of creamy spunk oozed from her twitching shaft to join the half dried pool already left from what'd dripped out earlier. It seeped from her dick in a steady stream that was occasionally thickened when a strong thrust brushed against her g-spot and made her whole body shiver. Of course even when they weren't making her squirt cum out faster than her body could handle the sheer dogged ferocity of the thrusts eternally wracking her frame ensured whatever was leaking from her shaft was sent bouncing and flopping as surely as her dick. More than once the strand was broken as her cum splashed across either her taut belly or her clenched thighs where it dripped down her alabaster skin as a constant reminder. Sadly despite how copious it felt in the moment there wasn't nearly as much as the previous times and the remainder of her deliciously long orgasm was felt but not shown.

Once it was over and the usual post climax haze descended upon her like a cloud Natalie lost much of her spatial awareness. She could certainly still feel the cocks inside her ass and mouth but their individual movements started to blur together as her perceptions warped and faded. The pleasure she'd felt before stretched out like an endless line and it became increasingly hard to measure or focus anything. So complete was her distraction she didn't realize when one of the dicks buried in her ass finally pulled out. Like all the others it exited with no fanfare or any indication it was going to happen at all. Had she been more alert she might have noticed it slowing down but even that wasn't a guaranteed prelude to anything. The ones remaining still fucked her stupid with the same power and speed as before, their appetites not the least bit satiated. Until another silently slipped out and her ravished hole was suddenly bereft of half the dicks that'd once occupied it. She finally started to take notice of their absence, if only because her ass suddenly felt loose for the first time in what seemed like hours. One of the specters still within her thrusted harder than ever as if trying to make up for the absence of it's companion's. It did an admirable job of making Natalie quiver and gasp but there was no hiding how empty her hole suddenly felt. That sensation only grew when the third abruptly decided it was finished and slid out with nary a moment of reflection. All of a sudden she was back to the near comical mundanity of being spit roasted, albeit with the added flavor of ghosts being the ones doing it to her.

Then, in keeping with their mysterious appearance, the remaining ghosts molesting Natalie vanished into thin air. She felt what would be last phantom cocks of the experience slip from her ass and mouth near simultaneously. Their absence combined with her own flagging strength finally resulted in her arms giving out and her face coming to rest against the hardwood floor. Her naked and trembling ass was still raised in the air just waiting for something take advantage of her nearly prolapsed little asshole as it winked and shuddered in the warm air. But nothing seemed interested. Indeed nothing seemed to be present at all. That strange little tingle on the nape of her neck had entirely vanished although it took her some time to properly notice. Natalie was still too overcome by the multiple orgasms she'd enjoyed to properly think about such things. Cum was still oozing from her half erect dick and the sweat clinging to her supple skin hadn't even begun to dry yet. For all intents and purposes she was still mentally and physically in the middle of sex only without the other participants. She probably would have remained there until her legs also gave out and she collapsed into the puddle of jizz spreading across the floor beneath. Luckily she was spared that indignity in favor of an entirely different one as the door her ass was inadvertently pointed at swung open. Momentarily surprised by what she was seeing the tour guide quickly recovered and announced her presence with a wry comment. 

“Well then! I thought we'd lost someone along the way.”

With an embarrassed little gaps Natalie rolled over and tried to cover herself despite how completely exposed she'd been when the tour guide walked in, “I-I wasn't doing anything . . . weird . . .”

“Mmhmmm. Unless you count being molested by ghosts 'weird'.”

“I-that's not-you know about them?”

The guide offered a knowing smile as she stepped into the room and looked around, “You're not the first person to come across them in this manner. I discovered their appetites a few years back.”

“They've done this to you as well?” Natalie asked, incredulity evident in every syllable.

“More times than I can count. It's the only real perk of working here.”

Both women shared a small laugh, the tour guide affectionately running her fingers along the wall with a wistful smile across her face. Still caught off guard by what she was hearing Natalie returned to her feet and stood on slightly trembling legs. It really wasn't much of a stretch to imagine the ghosts in Blackridge Manor gave other women the same treatment they'd given her. Considering how eager they'd been the notion was downright logical. Or at least as logical as such things could be. But there was no shaking the sense of surprise and delight she was feeling upon learning such a properly fascinating little fact about the story. Although if there discussion was to continue any further it only made sense to be at least slightly acquainted with the woman giving her all this information. 

“What's your name?”

“Blair. And you are?”

“Natalie.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you Natalie,” Blair said, holding out her hand.

“Likewise.” She shook her companion's hand and quickly asked, “How many other women have they done this to?”

“Since I've worked here only about six. Including you and myself.”

“Oh really? You made it sound like there were more.”

“There are. The woman who trained me counted several dozen in her time.”

“Wow . . .”

“Indeed.”

A small gust of wind ruffled both women's clothing and a chill ran down their spines. Immediately a smile lit up Natalie's face and Blair's was soon to follow, “I guess they don't have much down time!”

“You'd be right, I've spent hours in here and they didn't seem the least bit affected by it.”

“You're starting to make me jealous.”

“Is that so?” Blair smirked and looked down at her feet for a moment, “Perhaps you like to come back and try to best my record?”

“Wha-are you serious?”

“Of course.”

“I'd love to come back. That'd be amazing!” Natalie practically bounced up and down like a schoolgirl, “But why are you offering this to me? Do you offer it to everyone who discovers this . . . behavior?”

“Only when a guest enjoys it as much as you clearly have.”

“I did enjoy it a lot.”

“I saw. But unless you want to experience it again we should recuse ourselves from this room.” As if to reinforce her words the unearthly breeze wafted past the pair of them with more force than before. It tousled their hair and ruffled their clothes like so many unseen hands.

“Well . . .” Natalie said, biting her lip and grinning at the room around her.

“They'll still be here after we've discussed you returning for a private tour.”

“That's true. We'd better go before they change my mind.”

Blair nodded and the two of them moved towards the door. On the way Natalie felt that same, groping sensation that'd started the whole thing and she let out a little moan, “Should I come back?” Blair asked with a knowing grin.

“That might be a good idea. Or . . .” She pushed her hand against the door as her dress was lifted up to reveal her hardening cock, “You could stay and show me the ropes.”

“I think you're as much an expert as I am. But it wouldn't hurt to see for myself.”

“Not at all.”