Taylor and Samson

Taylor was certain that the house would sell without any issue. It was a beautiful two-story Victorian style home. It had a splendor and magnificence that made it the gemstone of the entire neighborhood. Furthermore, she was able to get it for a phenomenal price. The owner was absurdly superstitious and was convinced the house was haunted by a terrible phantom. She thought it was fairly silly, but she began to look through the paperwork and found a strange pattern among the previous owners. Unmarried male owners seemed to be continually harassed with loud banging sounds, objects being thrown at them, and various accidents leading to injuries. When the house was possessed by a female owner or a married man, no incidents were reported. All the single male owners sold the house shortly after getting it, but the single female owner and the couples lived there for the duration of their lives, quite contented.

As she began the process of fixing up the house to sell at a profit on the market, she herself had no strange happenings befall her personally. The construction workers however, complained of strange noises and accidents. One even claimed to hear an echo that sounded like a voice. Taylor wrote it off as mere fancy. The house is old, and old houses make noises. As for the accidents, they are not uncommon when construction is going on. The workers simply heard the stories and convinced themselves every little setback must be the ghost. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy. They believe the ghost is there, so they see evidence where there is none.

Still, she wanted to bring these fears to a close. After all, people might be inclined not to buy the house if they believe all the ghost stories. She decided to live in the house for a week by herself to see if anything unusual happened. She loaded a small suitcase with clothes and moved into the alleged haunted home.

She went about the first day there without any real notable incident, a fact that gave her smug satisfaction. In the evening, she was laying on the couch. She was looking through the paperwork for another two projects she was working on in her lap. One house needed the electric redone, and another had to have additional inspections because of radiation. She felt her body tense up as she thought of all the stressful things she had to deal with.

Then, all at once she felt a hand on her shoulder. She shot up from the couch and looked around. There was nothing there. Yet, she remained frightened, for she was certain she felt a hand on her shoulder. She continued her work, but after a few minutes, she felt two hands this time on her respective shoulders. Her body jumped slightly, but did not turn around. Her eyes glanced at her shoulders and saw nothing there, yet she felt two strong, masculine hands. All at once, the unseen hands began to massage her shoulders. She could see movement on her shoulders and feel it clearly but could not see the hands that were doing it.

Though still unnerved, she did not react, as the hands were not doing anything threatening. In fact, she could feel the tension melting away from her shoulders under the strong touch. She could feel two thumbs digging into her shoulder blades and rubbing firm yet gentle circles. She felt a blush start to form on her face as she enjoyed the feeling. She was always so wrapped up in work, she really had no one to ever pamper her or show her affection. The hands moved further down to her waist, the thumbs massaging away the tension in her lower back. She turned her head and still saw nothing.

Taylor asked, "Who is here?"

The massage stopped for a moment. She looked at her papers and saw the pencil get picked up by an unseen force and write the name "Samson."

The pencil was set down, and she felt the hands grab her bare foot. She felt the thumbs kneading away all the tension in the soles of her left foot, and then her right one. Taylor struggled to restrain a moan. "Can you speak?" she asked.

"I can," a masculine voice echoed through the halls.

"Is there any way to see you?" she asked.

"Find a mirror," his voice echoed.

She stood up and went to the master bedroom, as there was a massive mirror on the vanity. She stood before it and, a few moments later, saw the reflection of a man step beside her. The image placed his hand around her waist, and she indeed felt his firm grip.

Samson explained that he died long ago from illness, shortly after building this house. He was deeply lonely, and even in death he was alone as he seemed cursed to wander the house. He longed for companionship to satisfy all the desire he had in his heart. Since he preferred female companionship, he would frighten away male owners until he got a female owner or a male owner with a wife to satisfy his longing.

"You may be the most beautiful yet to live in this house," he whispered into her ear. His hands went under her silk nightie, and began to lift it up, massaging her breasts beneath it.

"This isn't right," Taylor moaned heavily, "You're a dead man. I hardly know you."

"You can leave if you wish," he cooed as he planted hot kisses along her slender neck. One of his hands moved down and rubbed a small concentric circle on her clitoris.

Taylor felt her body tremble. "I know I should," she said breathily, "But my body won't let me. I need this so much." Samson's finger vibrated from left to right between the outer folds of her pussy. His other arm wrapped around her, caressing her as he massaged her breast. She could feel his bulge pressing against her ass.

Taylor's mouth hung open as she felt overwhelmed by the pleasure. He pushed his finger inside of her pussy and twisted it around, exploring and stretching the walls of it. His other hand teased her breast, his finger stroking circles around her nipple until it hardened. He moved in front of her and began to suck on it, licking circles around it as he sucked. He pushed a second finger inside of her, thrusting them in and out aggressively.

Taylor's breathing got heavier and her moans became uncontrollable. She felt her legs begin to wobble from the satisfaction. He removed his fingers from within her and grabbed both of her thighs. He picked her up off the ground and, using the mirror to see where he was, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She felt the tip of his thick rod rubbing against the folds of her flower.

All at once, he thrusted into her. Taylor's eyes rolled back as she watched Samson fuck her in the mirror. He pumped his cock into her rapidly, making his balls slap against her and her breasts bounce from the force. She felt her pussy stretching from the girth of his throbbing manhood. Her pussy suddenly and violently spasmed against his cock. Her whole body melted from the feeling of her first orgasm.

Samson set her down on her back on the ground. Taylor felt him grab and flip her until she was on all fours. He began to grind his hardened member in between her ass cheeks. "How have you not climaxed yet?" she asked breathily.

"I am incapable of it in this form," he said, "Thus, I am always insatiable and longing for more." He gripped her hair and pulled it firmly as he thrusted his rod into her pussy from behind her. Samson enjoyed the sight of her ass bouncing from his thrusts. Taylor could barely hold herself up as Samson fucked her doggystyle. He leaned in and she felt him slither his tongue into her ear, making her moan even more as he rammed his manhood into her. His other hand pushed a finger into her ass, twisting it around inside of her and making her asshole spasm against it.

The front of Taylor's body began to collapse from exhaustion and euphoria. All at once, she felt her pussy spasm wildly, simultaneously with her asshole against his finger, achieving her second orgasm. Samson stopped after that, recognizing that Taylor had had all she could handle for now.

Not willing to part with this incredible pleasure, Taylor decided to keep the vast Victorian house for herself, selling her personal home and becoming Samson's permanent companion.