A long and eventful Christmas Eve party with her new colleagues at the day spa left Katie with a fitful night’s sleep, her mind buzzing with a mixture of excitement and unsettling temptation.
Raised in a strict, religious household, Katie had always steered clear of behavior deemed promiscuous, feeling a strong sense of guilt and discomfort at the mere thought. In the past, having only gone as far as making out with her few boyfriends.
The strange, ominous text from her boss, Nicole, about a ghostly visitor, a consequence of her supposedly “prudish ways,” chilled her to the bone, replaying in her mind.
The words on the screen burned into Katie’s eyes, leaving her reeling from a combination of shock and outrage at her boss’s text. Eventually, she chalked it up to Nicole having had one too many holiday cocktails, still remembering the scent of eggnog lingering on her breath as she left the party.
Unable to drift off, Katie lay in her bed, the cool cotton sheets clinging to her smooth pale skin as she watched the long, inky shadows crawl across her ceiling.
Before she knew it, the alarm on her phone sounded, which it now did with a deep, dull, hollow, melancholy chime. Light flashed up in the room upon the instant, and a strange warmth swirled around her as Katie’s bed shook.
Then, in front of Katie’s astonished eyes, the light and warmth of the room condensed into an ethereal figure of a man at the foot of her bed.
Katie sat up in her bed in shock, covering her indecency with the blanket as she stared back at the figure in dread and wonder.
The ghostly visage had the appearance of a man. Taller and more handsome than any Katie had seen. His arms were very long and muscular; the hands the same, as if its hold were of uncommon strength. It was clothed in one simple green robe, or mantle, bordered with white fur. This garment hung so loosely on his figure, that its capacious breast was bare, as if calling her to look upon his chiseled figures.
“Are you the Spirit, sir, whose coming was foretold to me?” asked Katie.
“I am!”
The voice was soft and gentle. Singularly low, as if instead of being so close beside her, it were at a distance.
“Who, and what are you?” Katie demanded.
“I am the Ghost of Christmas Orgasm.”
“Why are you here?” Katie asked, more confused than before, and wondering what else had been in her holiday eggnog.
“I think you know.” The ghost answered with a charming smile and, without warning, threw back the sheets of the bed.
Shivering in her silken pajamas, Katie felt the cool fabric brush against her skin, offering little warmth against the chill. But something about the spirit’s smile comforted her. She extended her hand and gently caressed the strong muscular chest of the apparition.
Katie’s heart fluttered with unforeseen lust as her eyes wandered down the apparition’s flowing robes. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his penis, erect and full, with thick welcoming veins shimmering in the moonlight. It was like nothing Katie had ever seen before, and she felt a foreign tingling of need between her legs.
Katie let out a faint squeak as an unexpected cold from the wetness engulfing her panties surprised her sensitive virgin pussy.
“Maybe,” the spirit’s melodic voice rang out. “You should take them off.”
His strangely comforting tones felt more like a command to Katie. She laid back on her bed. Katie slid her pajama bottoms down her young, supple legs in one motion with her soaked panties, revealing her petite, puffy pink lips.
“Someone was worried you were neglecting the simple joys of life, and didn’t want you to miss out on the pleasures of carnal delights this holiday.” The spirit said, his voice dominating and chilling. His ghostly hand now moved to stroke his ever-growing ethereal shaft. “Look upon me! You have never seen the likes of me before!”
In the soft glow of the moonlight, his cock seemed to come alive, its faint beams of light casting a mesmerizing dance over the pulsing erection. The alluring rod, adorned with intricate veins, stood proudly, its rigid form looked realer than real. As young Katie laid her eyes upon it, a sense of temptation overwhelmed her, the spectral penis appearing more enticing than anything she had ever encountered.
Enchanted and obsessed, Katie couldn’t stop staring, or touching herself to the tantalizing vision before her. Her lithe form was abuzz with the foreign delight of endorphins as she brought her long-neglected pussy to the edge of ecstasy.
She hardly noticed that she had risen to her knees to get a closer look at the spirit’s splendid, beguiling cock.
Katie was captivated by it. The mystical erection beckoned her closer, its otherworldly allure drawing her in. With a mixture of fear and curiosity, she cautiously reached out her delicate hand and grasped the ethereal shaft.
To her surprise, it emitted a gentle warmth that enveloped her senses. A surge of desire overcame her, and she pressed her lips against it, savoring the taste like a cherished Christmas treat. A thrilling sensation pulsed through Katie as the alluring cock entered her mouth, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy, finally giving her body what it had long yearned for.
A faint whisper, barely audible, echoed through the air, as if the spirit’s voice was carried on a gentle breeze. “Are you ready for your Christmas gift?” Katie’s heart raced uncontrollably, drowning out the words, as she spiraled into a furious climax. Her moans reverberated around the apparition’s throbbing cock, eliciting groans of pleasure from the benevolent specter as he, too, succumbed to the intoxicating waves of orgasmic bliss.
With a burst of pleasure, she felt him arrive inside her waiting mouth. Katie grinned greedily as she slowly swallowed, savoring every drop. “Mmm, it feels like Christmas.”
