Mistress of the House Chapter One: A New House

“Haunted!” I laughed. “Who the hell still believes in ghosts?”

I had bought a nice house in the country. It was far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, but close enough to the highways and other roads that I could get to work and back within a reasonable amount of time.

When I moved in, a few people in town told me the house was on the market for a long time because it was haunted.

I had to laugh at that, as I had been in the house for over two weeks. Except for a few settling noises in the night and a few leaks here and there, the house was fine.

I liked working with my hands and wasn’t afraid to get them dirty, so buying a fixer-upper house for my days off or work-from-home days was perfect for me.

I was recently divorced, so I had a lot of spare time. My ex-wife Claire wanted something new in her life, and that something new ended up being her yoga instructor, Mary. Who knew my wife wanted to be a lesbian? I sure didn’t see that coming the way she sucked on my cock like it was part of the last supper.

That’s what I would miss about Claire the most, not her red hair or nice tits or the sex. She was boring in bed, but damn, the woman could suck chrome from a bumper. As the saying goes, it was the best part of putting up with her new lease on life, working out, eating healthy, blah to fucking blah!

Maybe that’s why she turned to the other side. Claire always thought I wasn’t attentive to her needs, to her wants. But I was happy with my life the way it was; I didn’t want to turn vegan or go to the gym every day or any of that crap!

I liked eating meat and fast food, sitting on the couch, and watching television. Now, I can do these things without being bothered.

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“Damn, it’s cold!” I woke up one night. I had wrapped myself in a comforter, but I was still freezing.

It was an old house, and I was sure there were drafts everywhere. I would have to fix that eventually, but it shouldn’t be this cold.

Finally, I threw the layers off and got out of bed. I went to the thermostat and made sure everything was working. I also went down to the basement and checked there. Everything seemed to be working fine. Hot air was blowing out of the vents, but the place was as cold as a morgue.

“More drafts than I thought,” I muttered to myself as I went back up the stairs.

As soon as I got up to my room, I saw an apparition. It looked like a woman. She was staring at me and pointing to the window.

I could see her right through her. She looked middle-aged, probably in her forties. I couldn’t tell exactly what she looked like, but she was staring right at me.

I was frozen to the floor as she pointed to the window again. “What about it?” I asked.

She moved out of the way, almost floating.

I walked to the window, and sure enough, I could feel the draft. It was a big one, and most of the window’s siding was worn.

“All of them?” I asked.

She nodded faintly, and then disappeared.

I couldn’t fix it tonight, so I grabbed a few towels and other things and lined most of the windows on the second floor. Within a few minutes, the place started to heat up.

“Thank you,” I said out loud as I went to bed.

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The next morning, I went to the hardware store and bought what I needed to fix most windows and doors. It took most of the day, but the second-floor windows were draft-free, and immediately, I could feel the difference.

I didn’t see her that night, but when I got home from work one day, I saw her in the kitchen. She was pointing again to the floor.

“I know,” I said.

The kitchen floor was sinking in one spot, and it was on my list of things to do. She pointed again, this time looking angry, and one of the cups on the table flew across the room and shattered against the wall.

“Dammit!” I shouted back.

I knew I should have listened to the folks who said this place was haunted.

I grabbed my tools and went into the basement. I had to tear down a few things and repair some boards, among other things.

“That should hold for a while until I get better flooring,” I told her as she stood and watched me the whole time.

She smiled and then disappeared.

“Fucking bitch!” I said as I went up the stairs from the basement.

I had another sleepless night as I wondered what I could do about moving out of this house. I knew I couldn’t; I had spent everything I had to get this damn house.

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Next, the ghost wanted the water heater fixed, the tub in the bathroom, and the front door. For weeks, all I did was come home and fix things.

I was tired all the time. When I went to bed one night, barely able to keep my eyes open.

I was fast asleep when I realized I couldn’t move; I was stuck. That’s when I saw her. She hovered over me, smiling.

“What!” I said as she smiled at me.

That’s when I felt her hand on my crotch. It was cold and felt like a wet ice cube, but her hand was rubbing my cock.

There was no way I got a hand job from a ghost. Her face went down my body, and that’s when it happened.

“My god!” I moaned as I felt my cock in her mouth.

A fucking blow job from a ghost. I couldn’t move, but I felt it, she was going to town on my cock. Never had I felt so much pleasure from a blow job.

I looked down only to see my cock standing at attention, and I could see her or through her; it was fascinating and weird at the same time. I could feel my cock in her mouth, but it looked like it was just there, hard as a rock. I could see it through her face and mouth.

“Oh, I don’t know who you are lady, but keep fucking going!” I said as I was getting close to cumming.

She definitely heard me as the motion of her head went faster. “Holy fuck!” I said as the ghost sucking my cock faster than any human woman could do; it was pure insanity how fast her head went up and down.

“Fuck me!” I yelled as my toes curled, and I started shooting my cum.

I expected it to go straight through her and land on me, but it disappeared. I didn’t see it at all; it was like I hadn’t cum at all.

I was released and could move again. “Thank you!” I smiled.

‘You’re welcome!’ a female voice said as she disappeared.

‘Fuck moving!’ I thought as I curled up to sleep.