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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Click here for The Goddess of Paris Interlude, Chapter 1.

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Tuesday, September 17th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

I felt energized, bursting with lust. I had to find someone sexy thing to fuck right now.

I stumbled into the alley, leaving behind where I fucked Darleen and summoned Astarte. My pecker led me on like a divining rod, only it was seeking cooch, not water. In the empty lot that served as parking for the local dance studio, I’d made a Pact with Astarte, a demon. A goddess. I offered up Darleen Cummins—the mayor’s gorgeous, eighteen-year-old daughter—for the entity to possess for the night. In exchange, she gave me unlimited sexual stamina

Now my pecker ached with a need so powerful it almost dragged me forward. I had the worst case of blue balls any man ever had in the existence of the universe. My invisible cock needed relief. I had to find someone to stick my dick in and relieve the pressure in my nuts before they ruptured.

I stumbled down the street, groaning. Invisible thanks to my first Pact I made with the Devil, no one could see me. I’d gotten good at dodging people, weaving through them, but it was so hard to fucking think. I groaned and lunged out of the way of a fat man slouching his way down the street. My dick quivered in the air, the tip so swollen. It grazed another man’s sleeve, rough fabric teasing my swollen crown.

My dick almost erupted.

“Fuck!” I snarled.

The man frowned, looking around then kept walking.

Where was a pretty, young thing for me to fuck? I needed pussy right now. I had to be in hot cunt. Sweat ran down my brow. That goddess gave me too much stamina. I growled, my heart thundering in my chest.

A wheezy screech, the sound of air brakes releasing, caught my attention.

My gaze shot up the street and… I grinned, groaning, “Hallelujah.”

A stunning woman with flaming-red hair and stacked like a brick house was climbing into the Paris Transit Bus stopped at the curb. Those melons were huge, stretching her tight t-shirt. They jiggled as she climbed into the bus. I had a brief glimpse of her rear: tight, plump, and hugged by a short skirt.

“Goddamn, that skirt’s gripping her ass like a second skin,” I muttered. She was the hottest woman I’d seen. She was dressed to attract notice, seizing mine.

I had to fuck her.

I barreled down the street fixated on the open doors of the bus. How much longer before it was puling away. Movement flashed before me. I had a moment to set my shoulder before I plowed into a boy skateboarding down the sidewalk.

“Shit!” he screamed as he crashed into my invisible body and flew back. He landed on his ass while his skateboard kept rolling down the sidewalk.

I didn’t care. I had only a few more steps to go. A hissing wheeze hissed. The doors began to close. I threw myself at it. The rubber gaskets of the doors pinched around my side for a moment then sprang open again. I grabbed the railing, fighting my paints as the driver pushed a button on his console.

“Damn doors never work,” he muttered as the doors closed smoothly behind me.

My throbbing pecker led me on. I gazed out into the bus. Despite being only half-full, the woman wasn’t sitting down, but standing. She held onto the shiny, metal pole anchored to the floor and ceiling, shifting as the bus pulled from the curve.

I didn’t blame her for standing. Some absolutely disgusting lowlifes, yours included, rode the bus. One of those disgusting lowlifes eyed the woman’s ass while rubbing his hands on his ratty jeans. A pervert after my own heart.

Now that I was up close and personal, I got a good look at her face. I smiled as I drank in her sensuous mouth, emerald eyes, smooth skin, and… There was something familiar about her. I cocked my head. Had I just seen her around town?

For a moment, my lust subsided as her identity puzzled me. Did she teach at Boone College…? Then my eyes widened.

“Holy fuckin’ shit,” I muttered beneath my breath.

It was Carla Haroldson. GhostXhunt. She was the famous paranormal investigator that I’d read about coming to Paris, Texas hunting after my growing legend. This was my lucky day. I was going to pork one of my all-time idols.

I loved watching her investigations into ghost hauntings on YouTube. Well, maybe I just loved staring at those wonderful titties bouncing and jiggling as she wandered through old buildings, jumping at any little sound.

Either way, I was going to have some fun on the bus!

I squeezed past her, letting my hard pecker rub against her hip. If I wasn’t invisible, I’m sure I would have left a line of precum across her skirt. Pleasure rippled up me as she humped and looked around, her eyes wild. Then she smiled. It was a pleased, hopeful twist to her lips. Her green eyes gleamed with an excited thrill and color blossomed in her cheeks.

A strange sensation rippled through me. Had she realized what that touch meant? Her hand darted into her purse and fished around. In a moment, she pulled out one of those smart phones, her fingers tapping the screen.

Was she calling the police?

“Tuesday, September 17th, 2013 at approximately 8:30 PM, have made contact with the Ghost of Paris,” she spoke into the phone like a reporter dictating into a tape recorder.

Damn, was there nothing these newfangled smart phones couldn’t do?

“You huntin’ me, sweetness?” I asked her, pressing my hard rod against her fine ass, feeling her heat through the fabric. My dick throbbed.

“I am,” she answered. “I figured if I trolled around dressed like a streetwalker, I’d attract your attention.”

“Mmm, you definitely attracted me,” I groaned, humping her rump. She had a great ass. Felt so plump against my pecker. “You got my undivided attention.”

“I can tell.” The ghost hunter laughed in a rich, vibrant timbre. “I can feel how intense your stare is.”

I slid my hands around her body and up to her breasts. I groped her firm melons through her low-cut top and groaned. She wore no bra. Her nipples poked at the fabric, fat and delicious. Her tits had a wonderful softness to them.

She let out a purring sigh as I played with her nipples. She wiggled her hips, rubbing back into my pecker. My Pact with the Devil ensured every woman enjoyed my touch, mind-controlling them to like being molested.

She adjusted her phone, pointing it at herself. Peering over her shoulder let me see the screen. She was recording an image of me groping her tit. My invisible fingers indented her blouse. I squeezed harder, making a firm impression. It was so hot to see.

“As you can see, the ghost is manipulating my breasts,” she narrated, a throaty quality entering her voice. “I have never encountered an entity that could manifest so corporeally before. You can see the separate indentation of his fingers in my blouse. And… oh, my… You can see him manipulating the fabric as the ghost… pinches and plays with my nipples.”

I twerked them, making sure she had all the proof she needed. She let out another throaty sigh, her hips wiggling more. I bet her pussy was just dripping. My pecker ached so much. I had to be in her. I had to fuck her hard.

“You know I’m gonna fuck you, sweetness,” I whispered. “My pecker’s aching to feel your cooch’s embrace.”

She laughed. “That’s a small price to pay to capture the supernatural on film.”

“So you’re a real whore for your work?”

“That’s one way to put it.”

“How’d you put it then, sweetness?”

“I’m dedicated.”

“So am I,” I purred. “Dedicated to fuckin’ purtee, young thangs.”

She laughed again, this time tossing back her fiery-red hair. Her silky strands caressed my face. I shuddered, my dick twitching. I nuzzled aside her curtain of red hair, exposing her pale neck. I wanted to leave my mark. My lips found her neck. I sucked.

She whimpered.

As I nibbled and loved her neck, tasting the salty flavor of her skin, my right hand abandoned her tit. I reached between us, manipulating my pecker. I slid it down her rump then up between her thighs. I reached beneath her skirt, searching for that naughty spot.

She didn’t fight me. She assisted. She backed up, rubbing her plump, magnificent ass into my groin while I slid my pecker up her inner thigh. In a heartbeat, I found her wet heat. She wore no panties, nor did she have any silky fur adorning her cooch. I felt just bare, wet flesh.

I rubbed up and down her, searching for her entrance, her juices coating my dick and sending pleasure rippling through me. Her cream dribbled down my shaft to my hands. She was so eager for this. I bet she was wet before I even found her.

“Hot damn if you ain’t ready to fuck!” I hollered.

A few of the bus riders—besides the bum, there were a pair of grungy youths, an old woman, and a fat man with a ruddy face—were staring at her. The bum cocked his head, looking around and probably wondering where those words came from.

“Sorry, my boyfriend left me a dirty message,” she lied smoothly as my pecker caressed her snatch.

Chuckling, I continued rubbing my cock up and down her hot, silky cooch. A soft, mewling sigh escaped her lips when I nudged her clit. Her hips wriggled, rubbing her rump against me. Then I groaned as I felt the entrance of her cunt. My tip slipping in just an inch into her warm embrace.

Her left hand tightened on the pole while her grip twisted, her sweaty palms making a squeaking sound. Her other hand lowered her phone. I didn’t know what she was doing as I slid deeper and deeper into her paradise.

Her hot cunt wrapped around my pecker. It was incredible. This is what I needed. A hot, tight hole embracing me, massaging me. It would be incredible to cum in her. I couldn’t wait to fire my spunk into her depths.

“As you can see,” she narrated, “the ghost has penetrated me with some appendage.”

My eyes widened. I gripped both her tits again, squeezing them. She was holding her phone and taking an upskirt video of herself. Her pussy must be spread open by my big dick. I groaned, loving this moment. My molestation would be immortalized forever on the internet.

I drew back my hips, drawing my cock through her, and the aching pain faded. Her delicious flesh eased my torment, washing it away with her juicy warmth. I slammed in again, burying into her cunt as she recorded it.

“So goddamn wonderful!” I grunted.

“The Ghost has inserted some sort of appendage into my vagina,” Carla narrated, her voice soft, “and is working it in and out of me.”

“That’s my pecker, sweetness,” I moaned. I sucked on her neck again, aching to leave my mark on her inviting face.

“Correction, the ghost has… Oh, yes…” She shuddered, squeezing her snatch around my thrusting pecker. “The ghost has inserted his ‘pecker’ into my vagina, and… Oh, fuck!”

The bus hit a pothole, bouncing her up my cock and then impaling her down my shaft, burying me deep inside her cooch. She squealed. Pleasure rippled down my shaft. Her wonderful delight danced around me, leaving me dizzy.

“His ‘pecker’ feels better than any mortal dick I’ve ever experienced,” she moaned.

“Sure as shit, it is,” I grunted then sucked on her fine neck.

I ached to leave a hickey on my idol. To mark her and show the world that I had her. I fucked her harder, faster. I reveled in the soothing bliss of her pussy. It felt so wonderful around me, massaging me, bringing me closer and closer to exploding in her depths. I would shower her with my jizz.

She held her phone, aiming it at my neck. “Not only is the ghost inserting his ‘pecker’ into my vagina, but he’s also sucking on my flesh. You can see my neck reddening, puckering slightly as his mouth sucks on my flesh.”

“Are you okay, miss?” the bus driver asked, staring back in his passenger mirror.

“Just fine,” she answered. “Just conducting a… a… paranormal investigation!”

I picked up my pace, eager to spill my cum in her sweet cooch since the bus driver was getting suspicious. I bet he would try to interfere before too much longer. Pleasure rippling through me, I realized that might happen. So I might as well have some fun.

I kneaded her pillowy tits a squeeze through her tight top as I plowed into her. They felt wonderful, but they’d feel even better in my hands without her pesky clothing being in the way. Like lightning, my hands darted down and then slid under her blouse. I surged upward and found her tits again.

“Oh, yes,” she panted, her pussy hot and juicy about my pecker.

I kneaded her melons. I loved how soft and pliant they were. I brushed her fat, hard nipples. Each time I did, her cunt squeezed on my pecker. So I pinched her nubs, tweaking and tugging on them, the pleasure surging through me.

I fucked her faster and faster, not caring about anything but exploding in her. I had to get my dick off. I had to erupt in her. She felt incredible. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity fuck the famous woman on the bus. We were being watched.

I almost jizzed just realizing that.

“Blue hells, how you doin’ that?” the bum asked. The feller stared with amazement as my invisible hands writhed beneath her top.

“I’m a ghost!” I groaned, thrusting into her.

“He is,” breathed Carla. “An amazing manifestation… Just the… Oh, yes, so amazing!”

“Why don’t we give that poor fucker a show?” I hissed in her ear while squeezing her tits. “Bet he ain’t seen a pair of live titties in forever!”

“What?” Carla gasped.

Before she could object, I shoved up her blouse and bared those magnificent tits for the bum’s gaze. My hands fondled those lush orbs. I kneaded them as I plowed her cunt, her juices soaking my shaft. My balls ached.

The bum’s eyes locked on her tits. A grin as wide as the Mississippi cracked his craggy face. He cackled and clapped his hands together. “Hoo-boy, dem’s a mighty fine pair of sweater puppies you got!”

A low, throaty moan escaped her lips. Her hips started rolling, matching the rhythm of my plunging pecker. She aimed the camera at her exposed tits in my hands. I grinned, giving them a big squeeze for the audience at home.

“The ghost is manipulating my breasts. He’s exposed them. Perhaps to embarrass or shame me,” Carla narrated. “It’s working. But strangely, that only seems to fan my excitement. Oh, god, he feels so good in me!”

“Miss!” the bus driver gaped, the fat sack finally realizing what was going on. “You gotta put those away right now!” The bus slowed as it pulled to the curb. “And get off my bus before I call the cops.”

“It’s not me,” Carla panted. “I’m being molested by a ghost.”

The bus driver gaped at her. Disbelief flickered across his fat jowls.

I kept pumping away at her sweet cooch, my balls slapping against her, and grabbed a fat nipple. I tugged hard on it, stretching her breast out. She gasped, her body shuddering in my embrace. Her cunt clenched down on me.

Then her pussy convulsed around my dick. It was incredible to feel as I buried into her. I released her nipple and her titty sprang back, bouncing and jiggling, smacking against the other one while her cunt writhed about my cock.

The bum chuckled, slapping his thigh.

“See?” she moaned as her pleasure spilled through her. “It’s not me. It’s the Ghost!”

The driver picked up a phone attached to the computer built into his dashboard. “524, police, 9th and Main, woman performing a lewd act. Police, 9th and Main.”

He paused, listening.

“Yeah, she’s got her… um… breasts out, and may be… uh… stimulating herself.”

Another pause.

“White female, late twenties, red hair, um, five-nine.”

Pause.

“Received, thank you.” He turned around. “Cops on the way. I’d skedaddle if I was you, miss.”

“Fat chance,” I shouted, and kept pounding her climaxing cunt. “Gonna fuck this slut ’til my nuts explode in her sweet cooch!”

The bus driver frowned, his fat jowls swaying as he peered about, trying to figure out who said that.

I pounded her cooch harder while her juices gushed out. She moaned and gasped, lost to the pleasure of my thrusts. Her tits jiggled in my grip as she rocked against me. Her red hair danced as she moaned and gasped, her pussy feeling incredible about my dick.

I moaned loudly, grunting and gasping with every thrust. I made such a racket. I let them all know I was here. The old lady made a beeline for the exit. Then the two kids hurried after her. The bus was emptying.

“That’s right!” I moaned. “The Ghost is here! I’m fuckin’ this fine woman’s pussy!”

“So hard!” moaned Carla. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming again!”

Her pussy writhed about my cock as the last of bus riders, including the bum, fled. The bus driver followed, darting out onto the street and talking on his cell phone. I paid it no mind. He could call the cops. What could they do to me? I was invisible.

I’d just slip away like, well, a ghost.

“Why do you… do this?” Carla panted, still holding up her phone while her pleasure rippled through her.

“I see a purtee girl, and I just gotta stick my pecker in her,” I answered. “And you are so purtee.”

“Do you need to do this to put your spirit at rest?” she asked. “Or are you some sort of poltergeist?”

“Sweetness, I just like to fuck purtee, young thangs.” I gave her tits another firm squeeze as I plowed into her convulsing cunt. “And you have got a pair of mighty-fine tits. I just had to test your cooch out and give you a taste of my great pecker!”

“It is a nice pecker,” she moaned. “Damn, that feels nice! I can’t believe how much I’m enjoying this! Fuck, I think I’m going to cum a third time!”

“It’s my power. Every woman enjoys my pecker!”

“Oh, yes, I bet they do! Oh, fuck! Here it comes! Yes, yes, yes…”

Her words turned into a wordless howl as her cooch spasmed even harder on my dick She bucked against me, moaning and crying out. Her body shuddered, rattling the metal bar she clutched to. Her cunt went wild about my pecker.

It was so intense to experience. It was an amazing bliss that rippled about my cock, bringing me closer and closer to erupting in her. This was so exciting. I pounded her hard, my balls aching. I needed to unload in her.

She slumped forward. I held her by the tits as she moaned, “Holy shit, that was intense. The ghost just gave me three of the best orgasms of my life. No wonder all the girls the entity has molested are eager for a second round.”

I chuckled, pinching her nipple while I kept right on pounding her sweet cooch. Nothing would stop me, not even the blue and red lights that flashed off in the distance. The siren howled closer and closer. The police were almost here.

My balls were ready to explode. I just needed a few more strokes inside her silky cooch. I pounded into her, burying deep over and over while she groaned. The cop car pulled to a stop. The officer got out and talked to the bus driver. My thrusts grew harder, frantic.

I wanted to finish up before the cop interfered.

It was hard to get a good look at the cop, but he seemed small. Maybe he was a woman? Well, that could be interesting. I could do all sorts of naughty things to a female cop. The ache peaked at the crown of my pecker.

My depraved thought sent my balls into overdrive.

“Here it cums, slut!” I growled and buried my pecker to the hilt in her sheath.

I erupted. My eyes widened. Stars danced silver before my vision as my dick spurted over and over. I shuddered with each blast while she gasped. Her pussy clenched around my dick. Another rippling delight ran through her pussy, like she just had a mini-orgasm or something.

“Oh, fuck!” she groaned. “The Ghost is ejaculating in me!”

“Sure as shit I am, sweetness!” I groaned as I kept erupting.

There was so much. I’d never spurted this many times. I groaned, the pleasure hammering my mind. I swayed, dizzy with the rapture as I flooded her tight cooch again and again. She moaned, her pussy clenching down my dick. She gasped while I grunted.

My orgasm hit a peak. I hung there for a moment, drifting on the hot passion that just spilled over me. I panted as I came down from my orgasmic high. I sprayed what felt like a gallon of cum in her, relieving the pressure in my nuts.

“Goddamn, that was a good fuck!” I moaned. “Astarte super-charged my nuts.”

“Astarte?” the ghost hunter moaned, her pussy clenching around my pecker. “What are you—”

The bus rocked as the cop boarded, her equipment clinking on her thick utility belt. The cop was a woman in her late twenties. She had an elfin face that stared fiercely at the ghost hunter. But that didn’t hide how pretty her mouth was. She had the kind of lips that should be wrapped around a pecker. Despite her uniform, her figure appeared lithe and slim.

“Ma’am, why don’t you cover up!”

“Yes, officer,” panted Carla

I pulled out of Carla and glanced at the cop; my pecker hardened. I ducked into a seat, letting the cop pass me. Her ass was looking mighty fine beneath her tight, beige pants. I loved that my dick still had lead in it. My Pact worked.

Carla her top down to cover those magnificent titties. “I was getting attacked by a ghost.”

“Right, a ghost,” the cop answered, not bothering to hide her sarcasm. “The Ghost of Paris?”

“Exactly, officer.”

“Ain’t you a bit old for him?” the cop said, arching an eyebrow, not hiding the mocking tone to her twang. “I hear he only goes after them college girls. At least, that’s what the coeds keep claimin’ to explain away the rash of indecent exposure and lewd conduct incidents.”

“Well, it’s the truth,” Carla huffed. “The ghost molested me right on the bus. I have proof.”

“Fine. I’m Officer Snider, what’s your name?”

“Carla. I’m a paranormal investigator. Maybe you’ve heard of me? I’ve been on a few paranormal specials on television.”

“I’m ‘fraid not,” the cop answered, shining a penlight she produced from her utility belt in Carla’s eyes. “Well, Carla, have you had anythin’ to drink tonight or taken any drugs?”

“What? No. Like I said, it was the Ghost of Paris.”

“Of course it was, ma’am,” the cop said in that neutral tone designed to let you keep talking until you hung yourself. “Do you have any identification on you?”

I shook my head, not really caring about the cop’s comments. My pecker ached. I couldn’t believe that I needed more satisfaction already. The more I stared at the cop’s tight ass, the more my pecker demanded that I fuck her.

Well, it was a nice looking ass. I bet it’d be nice to cornhole.

I acted, rising and ripping her handcuffs off her belt. Officer Snider gasped in shock. She whirled around then froze. Her eyes bugged and her jaw dropped as she stared at her handcuffs floating in the air before her.

Damn, I loved being invisible.

I took advantage of her momentary weakness, seizing her wrists and yanking her towards the nearest seat. She didn’t struggle much, my mind-control touch already working to make her docile and compliant. Or maybe she was just caught completely off-guard. I snapped the cuff around her right wrist, threaded it through the seat’s frame, and then slapped the other end on her left wrist.

I grinned as she knelt there, her rump wiggling as she blinked. Her delightful ass pointed right at me. I loved how she wriggled and struggled. I squeezed her rear. She was nice and firm. She stiffened, her head tossing.

“What the fuck!” she demanded. Her head whipped about, sending her police cap tumbling to the bus’s floor.

“That would be the ghost,” Carla answered, camera pointed at the cop. “The ghost has now attacked Officer Snider. He has manipulated her handcuffs and has her restrained to the seat.”

“Let me go!” the cop shouted, the metal frame of the seat groaning in protest as she struggled like a trapped animal.

I stroked her ass, feeling her warmth through her pants. I squeezed and kneaded her, loving her muscles flexing beneath. My pecker gave a mighty throb, my balls swollen again, full of another huge load of cum.

“’Fraid I can’t do that, sweetness,” I said, squeezing again. “Gonna have to ream your ass with my big, ol’ cock! But don’t you fret ’cause you’ll be cumming like a bitch in heat before I’m done!”

Reaching around her, I unsnapped her heavy belt and tossed it to the side. It landed with a clatter. Then I yanked her pants down with a hard pull, shaking my head in disgust at what I found. She wore plain, cloud-blue granny-panties; a baggy circus tent around her curvy body. How boring and unsexy.

They had to go.

I yanked those off her rump and grinned at the treat I found. Her ass was as curvy and delicious as I thought, but it was her cooch that had my pecker throbbing. Not only was her cunt shaved, but she had a gold ring piercing her clit.

“How naughty.” I grinned and tugged on her ring.

Officer Snider gasped and moaned. Her juices flowed as I twisted it. I loved it. My Pacts were working, making this cop all buttery and eager to fuck me. Her tart, tangy cream filled my nose while my dick throbbed harder.

“The ghost is manipulating Officer Snider’s clitoral piercing,” Carla narrated, still filming. “I can see the ring being pulled and her clitoral hood stretching.”

“You could help me!” Officer Snider groaned. “You got to set me free!”

“How?” Carla asked. “He’s a ghost.”

“You must be quite the slut, Officer,” I said, taking such glee in tugging on her cooch jewelry. “You are gettin’ just so juicy and hot.”

“No, no I’m not!” the cop groaned.

I jammed my pointer finger up her wet sheath, probing her cunt. She let out a soft sigh. Her pussy writhed around my finger like a sucking calf, squeezing and relaxing as I probed into her juicy depths. I grinned at her.

“Officer Snider, or should I say, Officer Slut, you got one wet cooch!” I grinned. “Mmm, just drenchin’ my finger.”

“What are you doing to me?” the cop gasped as I probed her silky depths.

“You like my finger up your snatch, Officer Slut?” I asked.

She only moaned.

I slapped her ass with my left hand while shoving a second finger from my right inside her. Her cunt spasmed around my digits. I grinned as I fucked them in and out of her, loving the way her back arched.

“It sure seems like you enjoyin’ it.”

“Let me go!”

I stirred her snatch up until her juices flowed down her thighs like a faucet. Her musk, a mix of tart and tangy delight, filled the air. She moaned and whimpered, acting like a slut. My left hand grabbed her clit ring, twisting it. Her cunt squeezed down on my digits while she gasped.

That was fun. Every time I tugged, another gasp escaped her lips and her cooch bore down on my fingers. I loved it. I could see into her cooch, my invisible digits stretching her open. Her pink flesh contracted and relaxed, her juices flowing out of her.

“You sure you ain’t enjoin’ this?” I asked. “Because your cunt feels mighty wet to me! I reckon that means you a hot, little ho enjoin’ my fingerin’, right, Officer Slut?”

She mumbled something.

“What was that, sweetness?” I pumped my fingers faster inside her juicy tunnel and twisted her clit ring. “You gots to speak up for the camera. Carla’s recordin’ this for po-sterity.”

“Yes,” Officer Slut hissed as she glanced over her shoulder, her face crimson. “I love it! Your fingers feel amazin’ in my cunt!”

“I’m shocked that a member of the Paris Police Department would be such a horny slut.” I jabbed my fingers in deep. “I reckon you want me to shove my pecker into one of your tight holes, eh, Officer Slut?”

“Oh, Jesus!” she moaned. “Keep fingerin’ me!”

I yanked my fingers out of her cooch. I brought them to my nose and inhaled her perfume. I groaned at the mix tangy and tart. My pecker throbbed. She wiggled her hips, her handcuffs rattling as she moaned.

“Don’t stop!” she pleaded. “Oh, fuck, I was gettin’ close to cummin’! Keep fingerin’ me!”

“Boy, ain’t she a dirty slut, Carla?” I chuckled.

“You just have that effect on women,” Carla answered. “I suppose it’s an emphatic ability. You project your desires through your touch, driving the woman into a frenzy of lust where she’ll be willing to say or do anything just to have satisfaction from you.”

“Sound’s ’bout right.” I slapped the cop’s ass. “You want me to fuck one of your holes?”

“I don’t care!” she panted. “I’ve never been this horny before! Let me cum!”

“Then beg me to stick my pecker inside you, sweetness.”

“Please! Jesus H. Christ, stick that pecker right inside my cunt!” the cop screamed.

I spread her firm asscheeks, her sphincter winking brown at me. I lined up my cock, my dick still wet from Carla’s pussy, and thrust. My pecker lanced right against her butthole. I shuddered as her sphincter surrendered to my dick.

I buried into her velvety ass.

“Holy fucking shit!” she screamed as her bowels clenched on my dick with a tight grip.

I shuddered, throwing back my head as I reveled in the velvety grip of her bowels around my pecker. It was incredible. This heat soaked my dick as I slid deeper and deeper into the cop’s asshole.

I drew back my hips, savoring the pleasure her tight bowels were giving my dick. My cock throbbed in her depths, the spongy crown drinking in her velvety walls. My balls ached. I stared at her asshole gaping open, her sphincter spread around my shaft. Grinning, I rammed my pecker back into her anal depths.

“I thought you was gonna fuck my cunt!” she protested, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure.

“I said, I’d stick my pecker in one of your holes!” I taunted. “Didn’t say which one, now did I?”

“Fuck, fuck!” she groaned, squeezing and relaxing her bowels about my dick, sending pleasure spilling through my body. “Oh, fuck, why does it feel so great? I didn’t know anal felt so fuckin’ amazin’!”

“The Ghost’s sexual powers seem to have no bounds,” narrated Carla. “It’s Officer Snider’s first time with anal intercourse, and she’s experiencing more pleasure than discomfort.”

“You ain’t never been buggered before?” I demanded, pumping away at her velvety cornhole. My dick’s tip drank in the friction. “What’s your boyfriend been up to? To busy gettin’ buggered by his boyfriend?”

“I never let my husband do it!” she gasped. “Oh, fuck! I should have! Sweet Jesus!”

“This is amazing,” Carla said from behind, filming the action right through my body. “You can see Officer Snider’s anus gaping open as the ghost’s penis slides in and out. And, just like me, the officer is experiencing a great amount of enjoyment from having coitus with the ghost despite the forced nature of the encounter.”

“Oh, fuck! Oh, goddamn, fuck!” I howled, enjoying the hell out of Officer Slut’s tight asshole. “I love cornholin’ a married woman! I hope your husband sees this on the internet! I want him to know how his wife was my slut! My anal slut!”

“Oh, god!” gasped the cop, her bowels squeezing down on my dick. “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry honey, but it feels so good!”

She let out a high-pitched scream as her ass went wild about my cock, her body convulsing under the force of her climax. It was such an amazing delight to experience. The pleasure bathed my cock, propelling me to bugger her with harder, faster strokes.

“Sweet Jesus, he’s making me cum!” moaned the cop. Her head tossed back.

“Look at the way her bowels are spasming around the invisible penis of the ghost,” whispered Carla in awe.

I could hear another siren approaching, more flashing lights, and picked up the pace before her backup arrived. The next cop probably wouldn’t be so hot—or even a woman.

I enjoyed the feel of my balls slapping against her juicy cunt while her writhing asshole massaged my pecker. She kept cumming as I reamed her. I plowed into her hard and fast, the police sirens coming closer and closer. I grunted, my orgasm building at the tip of my dick.

Officer Slut kept cumming. I reached around, tugging on her clit ring. Her juices gushed out of her cunt as she gasped and moaned. I twisted her piercing, her asshole growing so tight and hot around my pecker.

“That’s it!” I moaned, hammering her bowels. “That’s how you please the Ghost! I’m gonna cum so hard in your married asshole!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Officer Slut howled. The married cop threw back her head, pulling on her handcuffs. “Spurt your jizz in me! I need it! I want to feel a ghost cummin’ in me!”

My body tensed, my thrusts grew more erratic, more frantic as my orgasm built and built in me. I was approaching that erupting. That wonderful moment of spurting into her depths. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. The pleasure surged down my shaft to my balls.

My cum boiled in them. Just a few more strokes, and I would erupt. The cops were arriving. I had to finish. I rammed my dick to the hilt in her. I threw back my head, my face twisting in rapture as my cock erupted.

“He’s cummin’ in me!” gasped the cop.

Her asshole writhed about my spurting dick. More juices gushed out of her cunt as I played with her clit piercing. She soaked my fingers. I groaned and gasped, my jizz boiling into her. So many spurts. They hammered my mind. They left me reeling, gasping.

I had so much jizz in my balls. Astarte gave me such stamina. I grunted and gasped. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure burned through my body. Stars burst across my vision as Officer Slut’s asshole milked out the last drops from my nuts.

“Hot damn!” I moaned, my eyes snapping open.

The cops were here. I had to skedaddle. My body still buzzing from my orgasm. I ripped my dick out of her asshole, leaving her panting and moaning. I sprinted for the door before her backup flooded the bus.

“Wait, Ghost, I need more!” moaned Officer slut.

Officer Snider moaned in disappointment.

A fat police officer was at the bus’s doors, stepping on board. I just barreled into him, my shoulder low. He didn’t see me coming. Literally. He grunted as he flew back, crashing on his pudgy ass. I leaped over him and whooping as I raced down the street.

I rode a high greater than any in the world. I just fucked a hot cop’s ass. After being screwed over by the police for years just because of some harmless peeping, I finally got my revenge.

As I ran, my dick flopped before me. Hard. Aching. In needed to find another woman’s holes to enjoy. Despite just cumming four times in three different girls in the last hour, my pecker showed no signs of quitting.

I looked around to get my bearings. I grinned. I was only a few blocks from my favorite bedmate’s house: Heather Pritchard. She lived just up the street. I bet the little slut would be up for a tumble. Whistling, I strolled up the road, my pecker waving proudly before me, leading me onward to some Grade A cooch.

Hot damn, I fucking loved being the Ghost of Paris.

To be continued…

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