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Context: if I had 3 wishes, I'd wish for...
1) the ability to experience any sexual fantasy I wanted, any time I wanted
2) the ability to shape-shift my body any way I wanted, any time I wanted, for as long as I wanted
3) the ability to rewind or fast forward time whenever I want to a specific point in time where I will be the age that I was at that time
A fantasy I would like to experience is having ghosts be able to fuck me. Trigger warning non-consent so if you aren't okay with that please don't continue!
Before I invoked my first wish and made my fantasy a reality, I knew I had to think of and map out a list of rules. The rules I set were that...
1) The encounters with the ghosts would not be continuous. They would instead happen randomly, 2 to 3 times a week. This way, I wouldn't become overwhelmed or too exhausted.
2) I would not have a warning that the ghosts were about to be given free use of my body. I hoped this would add an extra element of surprise to the encounters.
3) The ghosts would only be able to touch my privates and my mouth. They would not be able to manipulate any other part of me or my clothing. So, for examples, they couldn't pin my wrists or tug off my shirt.
4) No matter how I moved or what I did, the ghosts would adjust with my body. This way, if I was walking for example, they wouldn't have to walk to keep up with me. Instead, they could just focus on fucking me.
5) The ghosts could go through things like clothing, seats, and my hands or thighs. That way, they wouldn't be hindered or blocked by anything.
A wave of nervous excitement flowed through me when I felt the fantasy settle in around me. It felt like a cool silk sheet settling gently against my body. My anticipation was so intense it fogged my brain, making thinking incredibly difficult. Little did I know that I would soon experience the repercussions of making such a wish without properly planning it out when my mind was clear. At the time, I foolishly believed that, having fantasized about this for years, I had surely thought of everything...
My fantasy first took effect the day after I called it into existence. I was in my local grocery store, leaning over to inspect the bottom shelf and internally contemplating my dinner options. The debate between tacos or sloppy Joe was causing me to take significantly longer in the store than I had originally planned.
Today had been a long hard day at work and I couldn't seem to bring myself to make another decision. I sighed grumpily and decided to make both. Who knew, maybe sloppy Joe in place of the beef in a taco would become the new craze when I was done?
I started to gather the ingredients I had been eyeing when two hands firmly grabbed my ass. Instinctively, I jumped and abruptly stood upright. I spun around angrily, expecting to see an idiot grinning lewdly at me, but to my surprise, despite my sudden movements, the hands had never left my body. Confusion swirled in my mind for a few seconds as I realized there was no one behind me before a surge of excitement coursed through my veins.
"This must be my wish kicking in!" I thought to myself excitedly! I felt a wave of unease wash over me as I realized my fantasy was going to happen in public. My heart began to race and my face burned with embarrassment when I imagined how the other shoppers or employees would react if I couldn't control my reactions to the ghosts's seduction. My fear of being caught heightened the intensity of the situation and added an exhilarating thrill. A mix of excitement and anticipation took over as I thought of what was going to happen.
Slowly and deliberately I bent down to retrieve the ingredients I had abandoned in my shock. Although I would have preferred my initial encounter with the ghosts to be in private, the growing wetness between my legs helped me cast aside my unease.
It helped that I had always liked the idea of exhibition. I had never worked up the courage to try it before and I couldn't help being nervous. Internally, I reassured myself that no one other than myself would know what was going on. A mischievous smile flitted across my face as I stood back up and turned to the cart, determined to fully enjoy myself.
I drew in a sharp breath of surprise when a hand firmly slapped my ass. The thought, "I can leave and come back when it's over," flashed through my mind briefly as my unease crept back in. I shrugged it off more forcefully this time, knowing I could leave any time if I became overwhelmed or embarrassed was very comforting. I took another deep, steadying breath and braced myself, confident that I could handle this and keep the people around me blind to what was really going on just feet away from them.
As I dropped my groceries in my cart, I subtly spread my legs further apart and leaned back into their hands. I dragged out putting my groceries down as long as I could so I could enjoy the sensation of the hands exploring me as long as possible.
When I had only a few more items to set down I wiggled my ass slowly but deliberately, hoping to encourage the ghosts. This seemed to be the only invitation one of them needed as he immediately allowed his hands to wander from my ass. He lightly trailed his fingers down my ass cheek before dipping them between my legs. He began to gently circle my clit, causing me to abruptly drop the few things I still held into the cart as my body went limp with need.
A soft moan escaped me as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the waves of pleasure that flowed through me. I only allowed myself a few seconds to fully enjoy his touch before I moved to the front of my cart and continued distractedly scanning the aisle for other things I needed.
A different set of hands settled themselves firmly on my breasts, squeezing and weighing them before gently pinching my nipples. As these new hands continued testing how sensitive my breasts were, the fingers between my legs started to speed up their rhythm.
I pushed my cart blindly down the aisle, unable to focus on what was before me because I was so consumed by the sensations flooding my body. I felt an orgasm quickly building, ignited by the ghost's tantalizing touches. My face filled with color and I struggled to stay silent as the pleasure finally peaked before flooding through my body.
I took a few deep breaths to steady myself and grabbed a random can off the shelf. I pretended to scan it as an excuse to stop so I could have some time to recover. The fingers gently trailed along my skin, moving from clit to my pussy, where they began to rub back and forth teasingly. I bit my lip and pushed my hips back, silently inviting them to finger me. The air rushed out of my lungs and a desperate, aching need tore through me when they took up my invite, pushing 2 fingers into me.
I couldn't remember having ever needed to be fucked so badly as I felt it when they started to slowly pump their fingers in and out of me. Although I missed them being on my clit, part of me was grateful they hadn't continued. I didn't think I could take another orgasm like that so soon after the first while still staying quiet. That first orgasm had left my body far to sensitive for silence.
I took a couple of steps down the aisle before I felt hands grab and spread my ass cheeks. My smile dropped from my face as a single finger began gently rubbing the rim of my asshole. The panic this induced in me caused me to freeze in the middle of the aisle. No one had ever touched me there before, nor had I ever intended to let anyone in the future. "How could I forget to make sure my asshole was off limits?!?!" I thought to myself in alarm.
"Excuse me," a woman behind me said, clearly annoyed at my abrupt stop. Her shrill voice broke me out of my daze and I mumbled apologies to her as I moved out of her way. A groan escaped me when I remembered that I had made sure in my rules that nothing I did like sitting or turning would be able to deter the ghosts. I definitely regretted not putting in a clause for if I wanted them to stop now and i couldn't believe this scenario hadn't occurred to me.
I took a deep breath and braced myself. My friends had told me the horror stories of their first times trying anal, not to mention all the horror stories online. Combined, those stories were awful enough I had decided to abstain from anal completely. It would have been an understatement to say I was nervous. I couldn't help the naΓ―ve hope that the stories had to have been exaggerated.
The conflicting emotions of humiliation, vulnerability, and shame I felt were difficult to handle. The embarrassment only grew worse when I realized that the physical sensations, combined with the taboo nature of the situation, were turning me on. I pushed all those emotions down as shivers rushed down my spine.