Secret Sissy on Haunted Tour

Ever since we were little, me and my friends who were also my neighbors would make sure that we would get together during our most cherished holiday season of the year: Halloween. Yes, even when we were kids we would like forward to Halloween more than the Fourth of July or even Christmas because this was the time of the year that we were all at home and we could actually get together during this time.

We've held this tradition throughout the years of our friendship and that won't change even as we're already about to graduate from college. When we were younger, a night out of trick or treating and having a competition of who got the most candy at the end of the night would be more than enough for us but as we got older, we would include some adult trick or treating like going out to bars during Halloween and what not.

The past few years we haven't really changed our regular routine during holiday. We meet up all dressed up in our costumes for the night and we go bar hopping at our local town where each bar had their own setup of how a house would normally look like for Trick or Treat. They have bowls outside the bar with paper ballots with either "Trick" or "Treat" written on it and if you get "Trick" then you get a mystery shot while "Treat" will get you a shot of your choice from the bar.

It was fun the first few years but after a while, we eventually got bored since we've already went out and tried literally every bar at our town, I guess that's the pros and cons of being in a small town. This year, we were looking for a different kind of activity and one of my friends suggested that we should try going to a Haunted House or go on a Haunted Walking Tour to change things up a bit. We were all out of ideas since the next interesting activity would've been two towns over and we weren't really in the mood for a Halloween Road Trip, although that might come up someday.

We entrusted my friend to setup the whole thing for us and we would just pay him for tickets and all that. After a few days and just a few days before Halloween, my friend gave us the heads up that we were going to be part of a Walking Tour on the eve of Halloween itself and we'll be going through an old part of town that is still relatively active as a historical site rather than a place people actually still live in.

He showed us these videos and brochures of the place and it was your typical run of the mill ghost tour; you have a tour guide that will walk your through the streets and places that are supposedly haunted, actors scaring us along the way, and hey there's even an "I survived the Haunted Ghost Tour" shirt that comes along with the package. We joked and laughed a bit about the tour but I guess it was better than just going bar hopping like we normally did the past few years.

Now ever since college started, I've been exploring more of myself the past few years and I've realized how much I loved crossdressing and eventually even leaned into being a secret sissy behind my friends' backs. To them, I was a straight as an arrow but little do they know that I've already had my fair share of cocks that I sucked and have been fucked by. Halloween has had a special place in my heart since I was young and now it just allows me to dress up naturally and no one would bat an eye.

The past few Halloweens I've dressed up according to the theme our friends would decide on. A couple of years ago, we decided to do an old wild west theme so we dressed up as cowboys but what my friends didn't know was that underneath my cowboy getup, I was secretly wearing a cow bikini as my only underwear. I remember a guy who saw the string of my panties sticking out of my pants that night and I ended up riding him like a cowgirl inside his car while he milked my nipples before giving me creampie to take home with me that night.

During another Halloween, my friends and I decided we would dress up as people who normally wore uniforms. My two friends came as a Fireman and a Soldier while I came in dressed as a Doctor with the white coat and everything. Of course you guessed it, I also dressed up like a slut underneath my Doctor attire. I wore a full lingerie set for a naughty nurse where I ended up servicing some cocks until they filled my throat with cum. I remembered doing a lot of cleaning that night before I went back to my friends.

Tonight wasn't going to be different as we also decided on a theme for our costumes for tonight and I thought about what I would wear underneath it, excitedly thinking about what's in store for me tonight. Since the tour that we're going on is this sort of Prohibition Era theme, we thought it would be nice to dress up as people from that era. We just had to rent out some trench coats and the rest of the attire came easy.

When I had my outer attire figured out, I thought about what kind of clothing I was going to wear underneath it all. I looked up some Prohibition Era attires for women and I eventually stumbled upon what seemed to be some sort of old porn where it showed women in what would have been very much revealing back then but in today's the time, it doesn't reveal enough to say the least.

I took some creative liberties and with some reference pictures downloaded, I decided on the outfit I was going to wear. I went with a top that I got a while back while thrifting and it's this black lacey corset that doesn't necessarily strangle my waist to death but does just enough to shape me and know that I am indeed wearing a corset. I coupled it with a wine red lace bra and panty set where the bra had a hole in the middle so my nipples stuck out and grazed against my clothes. I topped it off with a nude lace stockings that I thought was the closest thing I could compare to the reference images I had.

When I was done dressing up and I looked in the mirror, I saw a slutty sissy that seemed to be taken out of the old times. I loved how the corset clung to my body with my nipples sticking out right on top of the lining of the corset, peeking so that they can be played with. I love how the stockings shaped my legs and how I wished I could wear heels tonight so that my legs would be defined even more and it would push my ass out. Every twirl I did in front of the mirror, the bulge in my panties grew and grew and I was almost tempted to masturbate to myself right then and there but I resisted in the hopes that I'd be even luckier tonight.

With that, I donned my disguise as a Doctor and after ironing out some spots, you wouldn't really be able to tell that I was wearing such a slutty outfit underneath, not unless someone hugs me tightly and feels that fabric of the corset through my clothes. I checked myself out one last time before heading out to meet my friends and blew myself a kiss saying, "These ghosts are in for a treat tonight."

I met with my friends at a local bus stop just at the edge of old part of town we were going in and they had gotten there earlier than me so they were already chatting with some of the people they met there that are going on the same tour as us.

My friends turned to me as I walked over and said, "Really? A Doctor? You couldn't think of any other uniform to wear?"

I laughed at their remark and replied, "It was one of the costumes on sale when I bought it so it was a pretty good deal for me. Plus, a soldier and fireman? I bet you got that from your brother and you got that from your dad's closet."

They both looked at each other and we all laughed at each other's jokes and remarks after that. It was a good thing that we didn't go all out on our outfits too because out of all the people that were taking this tour, more than half of the people were just in their ordinary clothes or benefit of the doubt, they were cosplaying as regular people. But we weren't dressing up for them, or at least my friends weren't since you'll never know if you meet someone willing to bang a Doctor with a Secret Sissy Nurse hidden inside.

After a while, a man that was going through the crowd earlier and who we thought was just a part of the tour group, suddenly went to the middle of the crowd and pulled out what looked like a toy revolver and fired it into the air, a blank round echoing through the night and silencing the crowd.

We all looked towards him as he said, "Now that I have your attention, ladies and gents! Welcome to this year's Haunted Ghost Tour where we go through the haunted locations of this very town that used to be bustling with life but now only carries the dread of the deaaad!" He carried the ending of the word "dead" to make it sound more spooky and the crowd gave him an unenthusiastic "woo!"

He said a couple more things about what to do and not to do and all these instructions that if you told a kid or someone younger, they would probably buy it but when talking to a group of fully grown adults, expect that most of these people won't believe a thing you're saying but at least the people in the crowd who dressed up for tonight were more than carrying the load for the whole group in terms of participation.

I don't really blame the people in the tour group as we went from different buildings like the old library, the old hospital, and the old school and instead of freely roaming these buildings, we were taken on specific paths where it's said to be the "most" haunted area of the building. Granted there were some scary and unexplainable moments like doors opening on their own or footsteps following us through some hallways but nothing that will make you definitely say, "Yeah, that was a ghost alright."

The night went on like this for a while where the only moments we actually had fun was when we would try and scare each other or make jokes about the supposed ghosts in the room with us. I thought it was going to be a bum night where would end up bar hopping to make up for the lost night but that was until our last stop of the night.

The last stop was something our tour guide hyped up throughout the night wherein if he notices that the crowd isn't too excited or into what he's talking about, he would always mention that the last stop will surely make up for our need to be properly frightened tonight. When we finally got there, I kind of got why he hyped the place up so much.

The place was an old mansion that has stood the test of time as you can still see glimpses of the glory of what it once was. Our tour guide told us that this mansion actually used to be a very fancy brothel back in the day where it was owned by a certain Madam and that people from all over the country would make the trip here just to get a taste of the Madam's Brothel.

The mansion opened to a large circular driveway with a fountain that no longer runs in the middle. Cobblestone lined the pavement leading up to the mansion that our tour guide said was actually made of concrete and marble if you take away the vines and overgrowth covering the place, you would still see the elegance of the marble poking through. The building had three floors with the rooftop being the third floor and the windows were large which made the darkness in them feel even deeper. Out of all the places that we visited, this was the one that felt most eerie and we haven't even gone into the place yet.

As we got to the door of the mansion, our tour guide stopped and turned to us saying, "This is the place where we have experience most of our paranormal activity out of all the places we visited today. I'm saying this because every time I brought a group here to tour the place, there wasn't a single time where the group I was with did not experience something paranormal. If at any point of this tour you feel like you're not yourself or you just want to get out, I will personally escort you out of the mansion to safety."

Unlike his previous spiels to us, this one felt a little bit more serious. Like he's actually seen things happen inside and it's the first time in the tour where you can opt out and stay behind or leave the tour in the middle of it all. There were others in the group that picked up on this and some even decided to end the tour right then and there and left the premises. After it was all said and done, it was just me and my two friends plus a few college kids who were drinking throughout the tour and I guess the intoxication blocked their reasoning and so we went that group.

When we entered the mansion, I didn't expect it to be partially lit up inside. From the outside, it looked completely dark but I guess the windows were covered with drapes since the place was actually lit up with the light bulbs that I assumed at least the sockets were from the Prohibition Era. It gave the place a homey but still unsettling vibe to it.

The first part of the tour was relatively uneventful so I was a bit disappointed that I might've been gullible enough to believe his story-telling before we went into the place. That was until we rode the elevator.

Despite having only two floors for the inside, the place still had an elevator installed and I guess it was the pinnacle of that time to have an elevator in your establishment. It was an old elevator that had a steel railing that closes off where you go in and out of the elevator, the floorboards were still made of wood and the entire thing felt like a bird cage.

We were all understandably skeptical on the safety of this elevator but our tour guide reassured us that while they kept the original look of the elevator, they have also renovated the elevator so that it fits modern safety standards. The group of college kids we were with didn't even hear the explanation and they were already packed in the elevator so me and my friends followed suit.

The elevator ride was supposed to be real quick since we were just going up one floor but I'm not sure if they forgot to renovate the part of the elevator to make it go faster since we were going up at a snail's pace where I believe if I had taken the stairs, it would've been much faster.

So there we were in a packed elevator with me and my friends at the front along with our tour guide and group of college kids behind us, spouting nonsense you would expect from people their age. After a while of zoning out listening to the gears of the elevator struggle to carry the load up on floor, I noticed a hot sensation on my neck. It felt like someone was breathing on my neck so I turned around and saw that there was no one directly behind me to make me feel that.

I shrugged it off until it suddenly came back but this time, instead of just a warm air, I felt the breath of someone breathing on my neck and slowly making their way towards my collarbone before I felt something wet. Not wet like someone sneezing or drops of water wet, no this felt like someone was licking me on my neck. It wasn't just a quick lick, there were even times I felt the warm air on my skin slowly replaced by a slightly cool touch, like a cold pair of lips caressing my neck.

At first, I didn't even notice that I was actually getting into the attention I was getting but then it clicked in me that I was with my friends and they didn't know I was into these kinds of things so I turned around again to check, but still the college kids were just joking around with themselves and there was no one near me.

I thought it was over and done with but once I turned back around, it started again but this time more intense. I felt a cold air cover the left side of my neck like I was being held by someone and the sensation on my neck from the kisses and licks were much more intense. I imagined myself standing there in the elevator, how I was slowly losing myself from the gentle caress of whatever it is that's doing this to me.

It was still relatively easy for me at this point to resist melting down in the elevator and being consumed by the invisible pleasure I was feeling, but that was the easy part. The next thing I felt was a pair of hands groping my body, feeling me all over. At first it was just feeling my body in general but then I felt a warm-cool feeling, if that makes any sense, against my body as if there was a man standing behind me. He groped me from behind until his hands we no longer fondling my clothes, he reached in and started groping my ass and my chest, the cool air brushing over my nipples making them erect.

I looked around the elevator and it seemed like I was the only one getting in on this action and no one was the wiser. I looked at my body and I saw that none of my clothes were moving with invisible hands inside them so I was really being groped without anyone noticing. I decided to let myself enjoy this moment so I leaned into the groping ghost and I would feel his cold hands playing with my nipples and grabbing my ass.

Ding! I hadn't even noticed that I had my eyes closed and hopefully my mouth was not open while all of this was happening but when the elevator got to the second floor, the groping suddenly stopped abruptly. I was standing there looking around and I noticed that my dick was leaking a bit after that.

"You alright?" my friend asked me as we exited the elevator and he continued, "You look like you just saw a ghost."

I laughed it off and said that I have yet to see one of these so called ghosts. I guess I can only safely say that I have been groped by one but yet to see one in actuality.

I was a bit hot from what I just went through and I excused myself to use the restroom. Our tour guide showed me the way and told me that if the group wasn't outside the restroom when I finished, they would just be in the other room that he pointed to so I know where to look.

I entered the restroom where I was followed by one of the college kids so i went over to the sink while he took to one of the urinals and started peeing. I was looking at myself at the mirror and contemplating what had just happened in the elevator. I looked at the spots where he touched and kissed me but everything looked normal so I shrugged it off.

I hadn't noticed it but I was actually leaning on the sink while I looked at myself in the mirror which made my coat stick to my body a lot more than it would normally would. This revealed the outline of the corset that I was wearing which was highlighted by what the college kid behind me said.

He was standing behind me when he said, "I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure I'm not yet drunk enough to know what a corset looks like."

My face must've been drained of all the blood and when I realized what he said, I immediately shot up from the sink and turned around to see a smirking college kid. He then said, "Hey I don't judge, I've been with a few sissies like you before."

What did he just say? Just from one look at my hidden corset underneath my clothes, he immediately found out that I'm a sissy? Before I could continue my thoughts, he then said, "No one needs to know sissy. I just want something in return, if you catch my drift."

I looked at him dumbfounded and he simply gestured towards the stall at the end of the restroom before he made his way there and opened the door, but before he went in he waited for me at the doorway almost as if he was telling me that if I wanted it, I should take him up on his offer.

I looked at the doorway leading to the exit and I looked back at the college kid before I bit my lip as I walked over to the stall and entered it before he did. It was almost like I was in a trance where I turned around and sat on the toilet waiting for him to whip out his cock and when he did, it was a good 6 or 7 inches and already hard. I simply looked up at him with wanting eyes and he replied with a nod before I devoured his delicious cock.

I remembered the feeling I had while I was in the elevator and that familiar feeling came back, that heat on my body but this time I could see the man that I was sucking and I could feel every inch of his dick as I bobbed on it like the hungry slut I was. What was disappointing was that it didn't take him too long to cum as he erupted inside my mouth without warning and I tried my best to swallow his entire load but some of it creeped out the side of my mouth, which I eagerly lapped up as well.

I was going to offer if he wanted to go all the way but I guess the combination of being a drunk college kid and post nut clarity hit him pretty hard and he just took his still hard cock back into his underwear and scurried out of the stall. I still heard his footsteps as he ran out of the restroom but the door to the stall shut by itself and then the suddenly the sound coming from outside stopped. You know that sensation when even the air gets sucked out of the room, that's what it felt like when the door to the stall suddenly shut.

There I was with a mouth fresh from swallowing cum and I was still a bit high on sucking of a random college kid so it didn't sink in that I might be stuck inside this stall. I tried opening the door but it wouldn't budge, like there was something or someone blocking the other side but from the opening below the door, I could see that there was nothing or no one blocking the door.

After a while of pushing to no avail, panic began to set in. Not only was I stuck inside this stall in the restroom but I was also worrying that the guy I just sucked off might be going off to his friends talking about a secret sissy in the tour group and that my friends might overhear them. There wasn't much room inside the stall for me to walk around in, so I leaned my back against the right wall of the stall and thought about my next course of action.

I thought about asking my friends to come pick me up but there was a side of me that was shy to do so thinking that they would tease me for getting myself locked in the stall and also the fact that I would have to explain myself as to why I got locked in the stall in the first place. My mind was all over the place thinking of what to do when suddenly something else took my attention inside the stall.

The wall I was leaning on was a solid wall with bricks or at the very least brick tiles all around the stall so when i felt something poke me from behind, I immediately jumped from one wall to the other and I began scanning the wall but there wasn't anything sticking out of the wall. I touched the wall and it was solid but when I placed my hand near where I felt something poke me, my hand grazed something I couldn't see but I could definitely touch.

I went back to the spot where I felt I grazed something and lo and behold, there was indeed something jutting out from the wall but I could only touch it. I felt like one of those blind mice trying to figure out that they're scanning an elephant, I began running my hands across the invisible figure and when I figured out what it was, I gasped and took my hand back as I clutched my pearls.

Is that a fucking penis? There's no mistaking it. A round mass at the base that leads up to a shaft before eventually mushrooming into the head. I went back to the wall and felt the cock and confirmed this was indeed an invisible cock. I felt around the rest of the wall to see if there were any other holes or invisible dicks sticking out of the wall but it seemed like this was the only one.

As I held the ghost cock in my hand, I laughed at the thought that I was just groped and felt over in the elevator seemingly by a ghost and here I was slowly stroking a ghost cock in what I could only be a ghost gloryhole. I'm pretty sure this wasn't mentioned by our tour guide earlier but if he did, well let's just say I would've been more enthusiastic about this tour.

It was fun at first but stroking an invisible cock which made me basically stare at the brick pattern of the wall made me a bit cross-eyed and dizzy and something told me that the pleasure this cock gets and me getting out of this stall is somehow connected, or that's at least what I thought to myself during that moment. So I went for something that would help me be a bit less dizzy, in a way.

I licked my lips and positioned myself right in front of the supposed ghost dick that should be in front of me so I brought my stroking hand up to where the head would be and I flicked my tongue in the direction of the ghost dick. It was still shocking to me since I wasn't really expecting to happen but when my tongue flicked on an actual head on a cock and I could feel the precum sticking to my lips as I brought myself away from the cock, I was pleasantly surprised that it actually worked.

I went back for a second time and this time I had my whole tongue out as I laid the head of his ghost cock on top my tongue and I began slurping and swirling my tongue around the base of the head which made the cock throb for the first time since I started stroking and it felt weird to feel something throb in your hands and on your tongue but there's nothing to look at.

I got a little bit bolder as I felt my saliva start collecting on my hand from all the slurping and I slowly got the head into my mouth which I had to adjust to again but after a while I got the hang of it and I was taking about a fourth of the entire length of his cock consistently and judging from the constant throbbing, I think the ghost on the other side of the wall was enjoying himself too.

I hiked up the coat I was wearing and reached around so I could play with my sissy pussy since I've been in heat ever since the college guy ran out on me so I was hoping I could get lucky even if it is a ghost cock I can't really see.

I was now bobbing up and down on this ghost cock and due to the girth it had and the constant adjustments I had to make to fit the cock properly inside my mouth pussy, I was also moaning pretty loudly with a loud gluck, gluck, gluck sound every time it hit my throat as I tried forcing this ghost cock into my throat.

I would occasionally stop if I gagged too much and I would hungrily stare at the cock which was now becoming a bit more visible with all of my saliva coating it. It was a cock that bended slightly upwards which kind of explains why I was having a hard time figuring out how to suck on it properly and it was fascinating to see the glistening cock in front of me while saliva dangled from both it and my hand that was stroking it as if the saliva was stuck in limbo as it floated off the ground.

I had lost myself in the rhythm of sucking this ghost cock that I had forgotten about wanting to be fucked by this thick hard cock as well but alas, my ghost friend on the other side had other plans for me. After switching from sucking and stroking, I had reached a point where I was hungrily sucking him off and instead of just stroking him with my hands, I wanted to stroke him using my throat as I felt my mouth pussy slowly enveloping his cock and adjusting to the shape of his cock as my mouth slowly turned into a pussy for his taking.

I didn't really hear it but I felt it on the wall like a slight vibration I could feel. Tap, tap, tap. At first I didn't pay attention to it but then the vibrations got stronger and a little but more audible. Tap, Tap, Tap. I still bobbed up and down as I was trying to figure out what was happening but when the last set of taps came, that's when it clicked for me. TAP, TAP, TAP.

I didn't know if they had the same rules back during those times but it suddenly dawned on me that the ghost on the other side of this apparent ghost glory hole was tapping the walls to let me know that he was about to cum. The immediate thought that came to my mind was, what would ghost semen taste like? Not the thought that an actual ghost was about to cum down my throat or if I'm just hallucinating about everything, no I was more concerned with the taste of his juicy semen. Will it taste like the semen of a normal person or will it taste rather bland since they're dead? Despite all that, I was actually just hoping he would give me load upon load of it as I just wanted to satisfy the sissy cumslut that was slowly coming out of me.

After the last set of taps, I placed my hands on the walls and I breathed his saliva ridden cock one last time before taking the entirety of it in one big swoop. I felt his cock squirm it's way inside my mouth pussy as it was slowly enveloped by my throat before it throbbed a few times before the spurts came out.

How would one describe ghost semen you ask? Well surprisingly it still felt like regular semen but was made it different was the sensation of it. It was both warm and cool at the same time, like the coating of it was cool but I could feel the warmth coming from the inside of the loads of semen that were coming out. There was also this tingling sensation as it slowly crawled down my mouth like my body was trying to figure out what I had just swallowed but my familiarity with swallowing semen made it so that my body didn't reject it outright.

I felt it fill my mouth but the weird part about it was my mouth didn't balloon to fit the loads of semen coming out from his ghost cock but it made my mouth just feel full and my instincts were telling me that there should be something leaking out of the sides of my mouth and there was a feeling of it but then again I couldn't really see it.

I swallowed as much as I can before I slowly took the softening cock out of my mouth where I was surprised as it still spurted some cum out which landed on my face, again I felt it was there but I couldn't really see it was there. I went back to the hole to thank him or something but the cock and the hole had already disappeared as I felt all over the wall again. As I stood up, there was an air that came into stall through the door and I could hear sound coming from the outside again.

I checked myself first before I headed out and again it felt so weird to feel like I was covered in cum with some of it leaking out of my mouth but there was nothing to be seen. I just knew there were streaks of cum on my face but since I couldn't really see anything I decided to head out of the stall, which with just one slight push it was open and I was free.

When I got out of the stall, my two friends were actually conversing by the sink before they turned around to me and said, "Have you been there the whole time?"

I admit I panicked a bit and tried to go back into the stall before I realized just how ridiculous I would look so I resisted and stood my ground before saying, "Yeah, I think I ate something before we got here and just haven't been feeling too good."

One of my friends scoffed at what I said and replied, "Yeah, you do look like shit. I also noticed you were squirming a bit during the elevator ride so I guessed you had a stomach bug or something."

My other friend tapped him in agreement and said, "Yeah plus one of the college guys came out of here like he saw something so we figured we'd go check it out too since you went it as well. But nah, just a spooky looking Doctor who's seen better days."

We all laughed at the last remark and I checked myself out in the mirror before heading out with my friends. I looked completely normal on the outside but I traced the streaks of cum on my face that I could still feel but weren't there visually. I stuck my tongue out and I could feel the thickness of the semen that still remained in my mouth but all I could see was my saliva that seemed a bit thicker than usual but other than that everything was completely normal.

I looked back at the stall I was in and there were no signs of what had just happened in there where a secret sissy had her mouth pussy fucked by a ghostly stranger through a ghostly gloryhole. The only thought that came to mind was, who could I possibly share this information with? I looked back at the mirror and the answer was staring at itself, no one would really believe me if I told them I had just sucked off a ghost and made him cum with his ghost semen, that still had a tingling sensation by the way, and I had thoroughly enjoyed myself doing so. Yeah, I'll just try to pretend that it was just my imagination or a hallucination at best and let's just get this tour over with. My sissy pussy was still aching to be played with tonight.

I went out of the restroom and I was greeted by the other people from the tour group and as well our tour guide who wondered where I had been and before I got to explain myself, my friends chimed in and explained it for me how I ate something before the tour but I was feeling good enough to continue the tour.

I'm not sure if our tour guide was adjusting the tour with me in mind but we went through some areas of the mansion and he basically just bum rushed the area where he would just tell a story or two and he would have us move on to the next room or area. I asked him about this and he just played it off by saying, "Yeah well I was feeling a not-so-good vibe from those rooms we were just in so I just wanted to make sure everyone was safe."

Most of the group didn't believe him but after what I had just experienced in the restroom earlier, I couldn't blame him if he had a hard time explaining something he could feel but can't really be seen by the rest of us. We made our way through a few more rooms and areas of the mansion before he brought to us an unsuspecting door that seemed normal but there was something different about it.

Most of the other rooms felt normal or at the most, a bit eerie where the hairs on the back of your neck rise up for some reason but nothing too out of the ordinary, like say a ghost cock sticking out of a ghost gloryhole. But for some reason, there was this weird energy coming from the room, almost like it was beckoning me to come in.

Our tour guide stopped in front of the door and turned around to us before saying, "This. This is the highlight of this tour. The moment you've all been waiting for, a moment to be inside the great Madame's Room itself!" He was waving his hands with each sentence and was practically doing jazz hands when he finished his statement.

He must've noticed the lack of enthusiasm with our group so he continued, "Ahem, see this here room is a very special room inside this mansion. It is said that no one, not even the groundskeeper with all his keys, is welcome inside this room. When the sun is out, you can freely come in and out of the room sure, but when the sun sets over that horizon, the room shuts itself and only a select few are welcomed in."

The aura of the room felt like it was leaking out as our tour guide continued his story, and the feeling that the room was beckoning me became even stronger, I swear I could hear a faint whisper of a woman coming from inside telling me to come in. I don't even know what was happening but I found myself slowly walking towards the door until my friends caught me before I could touch the door.

Our tour guide turned to me and said, "Ahh I see! We are very fortunate today to be joined by our erm, Doctor, here tonight as it seems the Madame has selected someone from our group to be welcomed into her chambers tonight."

The whole group looked at me and I looked back at them before looking at our tour guide and said, "What the actual fuck are you saying right now?"

Our tour guide simply laughed and our group laughed awkwardly alongside him before he continued, "Like I said earlier, this room doesn't let just anyone in but when it does you just know that person is being called by the Madame herself. It's a very rare occurrence so I apologize if I seem like I'm making a big deal out of this. You're very lucky as even I don't know what goes on when a living person is brought into that room."

I was a bit dumbfounded by his explanation but I also couldn't explain this strange pull that this room had to me and before I knew it, i was already holding onto the door handle and I was paused for a moment before pushing down on the handle and the door opened with a swift gust of air suddenly exiting the room. The wind itself wasn't really scary but what freaked me out was a fine scent of perfume wafting from the room as it was carried by the wind inside. It didn't make sense for a room that is practically left untouched to suddenly smell so beautiful, so feminine.

Almost like I was in a trance, I could feel my body move on its own as I entered the room freely and without any hitches before I turned around to see the tour group I was with looking into the room I just went in and just as quickly as the door shut in the stall earlier, the door to the room shut in front of me and all air and sound seemed to be sucked out of the room.

There was a still air in the room that had a faint scent of the perfume earlier and the room would've been pitch black if not for the light coming from the windows outside. I could see the shapes and figures of the furniture of the room and I tried feeling across the walls for any light switches but to no avail. I saw a couple of lamps by the bed so I felt my way through the room to reach the bed.

While I was feeling my way through the room, I couldn't help but feel like there was not just someone inside the room with me but multiple people. I had my hands out in front of me to feel out the place and I would occasionally feel something like clothing or even hair at some point and I would freak out a bit thinking that furniture shouldn't feel that way but it wouldn't really help me to panic inside this dark room where I believe it's safe to say that I am once again a prisoner of whatever dwells inside these chambers.

For whatever reason, despite feeling like I was stuck inside this room with what seems to be multiple ghosts, I didn't feel totally afraid and for some reason I actually felt a little bit at ease despite the fact that it was hard to see and I couldn't really tell what I was touching. After a while I made it to the bed which I expected to be extremely dusty at this point but was actually well kept all this time. I felt the fabric of the bed and for some reason, there was an urge for me to lie down on the bed so I did.

When I lay there on the bed, I scanned the ceiling on top of me which led me to scan the walls and eventually I was looking at the room while lying down and I noticed just how well kept everything seemed to be. I mean it must be a factor that no one really gets to go into this room but it still doesn't make sense for a room to be this pristine despite all the neglect the rest of the mansion faced.

While I was scanning the room, there was something that caught my eye standing at the corner of the room. At first I thought it was a lamp but as my eyes adjusted, the figure was definitely moving closer and closer towards me. At first I thought about bolting out of the room since this is definitively a ghost right in front of me and I didn't really want sit and find out what this one had in store for me but then I remained still on the bed.

It was almost like I was waiting for the figure to come closer, no, it was like I was being told to stay put and I was just being an obedient pet waiting for her master to come towards her. After a while, the figure was now standing at the foot of the bed and I rose up from lying down to meet the gaze of this ghost apparition.

She was most definitely a woman just from the figure I could see and how much of an hourglass figure she had, she had decent sized breasts that were almost popping out of the dress she was wearing and that hourglass figure? Yeah her hips did most of the work to complete that look. She also had those lace gloves that ran up almost to the elbows and she wore a rather large Gainsborough hat which was connected to a black veil that covered her entire face.

I didn't have to wonder about anything, this was without a doubt the Madame of this Mansion. I couldn't really believe what I was seeing and I gulped in what I could only describe was an aroused fear inside me. I was afraid that a ghost was literally right in front of me but at the same time, this ghost was making me feel some kind of way, a really hot and turned on way.

She just stood there in front of me and I didn't know if she was looking down on me when her left hand suddenly rose up halfway where the elbow bent and she suddenly snapped her fingers. The snap was audible but that sound that came from it didn't sound like a snap, it was almost like somebody clapped in a different part of the room but it resonated across the room.

Just as she snapped her fingers, there was a sudden noise in the room where it sounded like there were feet shifting across the floorboards but there was no else in the room except the two of us. Then I suddenly felt hands reach out from both directions and I could see the indentation of bed where I could assume were multiple ghosts took their spots on the bed beside me.

The hands pulled me down and at first I thought they were just caressing me like how I felt when I was touched and groped in the elevator but then I noticed my coat was slowly being pulled off of me and before I knew it, they had all my outer clothes torn off me and I was lying down on the bed with just my naughty nurse getup that I was wearing.

I didn't care about what was happening anymore, whether or not these were ghosts or whatever, I was having a great time being stripped and molested by these ghosts. My clitty was sticking up from my panties at this point but I couldn't move my hands as the ghosts continued to glide across my body. Some ghosts would stop and play with my nipples while there were some ghosts that would get their hands underneath my ass and fondle them so roughly.

I hadn't even noticed it but I was so entranced with the multiple set of hands moving across my body that I was already moaning in pleasure. Since my mouth was open, it seemed that some of my ghost suitors took this as a sign for them to use my mouth as they pleased. I felt my first ghost cock on my lips as the ghost grinded his cock across my mouth before he plunged his entire dick straight into my mouth and I just took it like the good sissy I was.

I felt the hands on my body lessen and I could feel more and more cocks replace those hands. There were ghost cocks rubbing me all over with some of them enjoying it a little bit too much as I felt the familiar sticky feeling start to coat some areas of my body and lingerie. Cocks rubbing across my nipples, cocks slapping my face from all directions, cocks rubbing against my clitty and a cock shoving it's way down my throat. I hadn't really realized it but I was being gangbanged by a group of ghosts.

All throughout this, the Madame didn't move an inch from where she stood and some of the light from outside was now shining on her face and I could swear, through my teary eyes with my mouth agape as a ghost cock fucked my mouth pussy, I could see that she had at least a smirk across her face if not a full on smile that you could see through the veil.

I don't really know how much time passed but I would say it was about 4 cocks worth of time as they pumped their loads into my throat or onto my face while the rest of my body felt like I was covered head to toe with ghost semen that must've been soaking the bed if it were real semen. After the last ghost finished inside my mouth, I was panting on the bed as I had just gone through a gangbang without even seeing who was banging me in the first place.

I felt the ghosts around me shift away from the bed but their footsteps didn't travel too far so I was imagining them surrounding the bed with the Madame still standing at the foot of the bed. I know I just went through a gauntlet of cocks but for some reason, I didn't feel as tired as I expected. I raised my head to meet the supposed gaze of the Madame and at that moment, I felt the heat inside my sissy pussy start to rise again and I was reminded of how much it ached to be fucked tonight.

I decided to try something and I started by raising myself up until I was seated once again in front of the Madame but then I turned around and I slowly crawled back onto the bed with my ass pointed straight at the Madame, making it as slutty as possible to give her a good show.

With my ass up in the air and my chest laid down on the bed, I was breathing heavily as I waited for the Madame to finally make her move. I peeked behind me and saw that she did get closer to me and I felt her hands slowly caressing my body, her lace tipped fingers sending shivers across my body. With my head still turned to the side, I saw her raise her right hand before it came crashing down on my ass cheek with a loud audible slap that made me moan into the mattress.

She gave my ass a few more playful slaps before I felt her grab both of my cheeks and I saw her head come down as she breathed her cool ghostly breath on my hole. She pulled my panties aside which exposed my hole as it twitched in anticipation. I didn't know what she had planned but I didn't have to wait long to find out.

With both her hands firmly on my ass cheeks and spreading them apart, I felt her breath on my hole again but this time she flicked her tongue after which made me jump from the sudden sensation of getting rimmed by a ghost Madame. She flicked it a few more times until she dug her face into my ass and started eating me out quite literally. I felt her mouth basically make out with my ass before she would stick her ghostly tongue that was much more flexible than your regular human tongue into my bussy and she spread my pussy from inside using her tongue, it was an otherworldly experience to say the least.

When she finished rimming me, I was already a squirming mess of pleasure as my clitty leaked out and my ass twitched as it yearned for nothing but a cock to finally fill it. I felt the part of the bed behind me shift as Madame was now kneeling on the bed behind me and I didn't know what else she had in mind but I was thoroughly surprised to say the least.

I turned around to see the Madame kneeling behind me and looking directly at my ass but at the same time she was holding onto something, no, she was stroking something. My eyes took a while to shift in the darkness but I saw what looked to be a huge 9 inch cock that was attached to the Madame and I wasn't sure if this was a ghost dildo and I was getting pegged or if it was real girlcock and I had just gotten really lucky to get a ghost Dom-Mistress.

My eyes widened at the sheer size of it and when I felt her stroke the entire length of her cock on my ass and I could feel her weight on top of me as her strokes got stronger. Every time the head of her cock passed on my hole, I would push back in the hopes that she could finally let her monster cock slip in and finally fill me as I've wanted the entire night.

On one of her strokes, I felt the head of her cock on my hole and I pushed back just enough for her next pass to finally push into me and I moaned as she slowly filled my eager pussy. What was scary was when I moaned, I heard her moan with me but her moan came from different directions of the room, almost like her moan resonated with the room. I dug my head into the pillows in front of me as I felt her enter me inch by inch until I felt her big and full balls slap against mine as he took me to the hilt.

She stopped as she bottomed out on me and I could feel her throb inside me while I felt my sissy pussy convulse on the cock as it tried to adjust to the sheer size of the Madame but each time it convulsed, my whole body shivered in pleasure.

She placed her hands on my hips and she slowly began pulling out and I can feel my ass literally clinging to her cock as she pulled and about halfway through, she pushed back inside and I could feel the skin that pulled out, slowly making their way in again and I felt my clitty leak from the sheer pleasure my prostate was feeling from all this action.

When she saw that I had adjusted to her, she picked up the pace and slowly the dark quiet room turned into a dark but noisy room with how our bodies slapped together as she fucked my pussy like she owned it, and as of the moment she most definitely did own this sissy.

As she was getting into it, she picked me up from the bed to hug me as she grinded her cock into me instead of the piston action she was doing to me earlier. I could feel every inch of her cock inside me and despite her just grinding inside me, I could still feel the movement inside me as her cock seemingly teased my p-spot. As if that wasn't enough, she then reached around and I could see her hands playing with my nipples with each grind of her cock into me was an equally pleasurable squeeze on my nipples.

After a while, she pushed me down roughly until I was prone bone on the bed and she was straddling me before she pushed her cock back into me to which I replied by pushing my ass out and up to meet her thrusts. This time around her thrusts were much more violent, causing the bed to shake and stir with each thrust she pounded into me. My moans were cut between each thrust where I only managed to let out a pathetic moan that matched each of her thrusts into me.

I felt her speed up after a while and with the way her cock was throbbing against the walls of my sissy pussy, I knew what was coming and it confirmed to me that she definitely had a girlcock and I wasn't just being pegged by a dildo. Her thrusts become short and strong instead of the long thrusts earlier and before I knew it, she bottomed out on me again and I felt her cock almost explode inside my pussy at it unloaded what I could only describe a hot lava with a coating of mint. It felt so cool and hot at the same time and there was no stop to it.

Load after load, spurt after spurt, she continued to fill my hole with her ghostly cum and I could hear her moan as it resonated throughout the room. After a while, she laid down on top of me with her cock still spurting inside me and I could feel her kiss me down my neck and I heard a faint echo across the room that said, "Good girl, sissy."

There was a sudden wind the swept across the room and I felt her pull out of me before I turned around to see that she was no longer behind me and I couldn't see her inside the room with me anymore. There were sounds of shifting inside the room again and slowly my clothes came out of certain areas of the room and they were folded neatly on a table near the door of the room.

I shrugged and decided to make my way to the table but when I stood up, I felt my knees give out and I had to sit back down as I felt the ghost cum inside my ass and stomach stir and as the unfamiliar feeling subsided, I got back up again and headed towards the door.

Have you ever seen the parts of horror movies where they're trying to get to a door but it just seems to get farther and farther from them? Yeah that's what happened when I tried heading toward the door and I realized shortly after why that was so. It seemed the room, and it's inhabitants weren't done with me just yet.

The long walk toward the table basically went like this: from hands that would grope me, I would suddenly feel them play with my ass as they fingered me while I stood there taking it like a good sissy. There was a point where I was crawling from cock to cock as I sucked off what seemed to be a line of ghosts who waited patiently for my mouth pussy to give them pleasure. While I was crawling, some would take their opportunity to fuck me in the ass as I sucked on a ghost cock. I don't know how many times I stopped in my path as I felt a cock suddenly make its way inside me, fucking me proper as I stood with my legs being supported by the ghost holding onto my hips for me.

When I finally got to the table, I imagined myself to be mess of a sissy covered in ghost cum with ghost semen leaking out of her pussy with inhuman amounts of it coming out. I didn't even bother to wipe away the cum that I felt all over my body since I just assumed that no one would be able to see it anyway. So I put on my Doctor costume back on with it sticking to the invisible cum that stained my body.

I stood by the door and not really knowing what was going to happen, I tried the door but it didn't budge much like the door to the stall earlier but after a few seconds the door swung open and I was greeted by my tour group once again. They looked at me with curious looks which was only broken by the tour guide saying, "Did you just stand there the whole time?"

I was taken aback by what he said and I asked him, "How long was I in there?"

My friends looked at each other and then one of them replied saying, "I'm not really sure but it was no more than 5 minutes at most."

What? I was just gangbanged by who knows how many ghosts and to top it all off, I was just topped by a trans Madame while being covered and filled with an amount of ghost cum that I think even ghosts are able to consume. I guess that explains my earlier experience at the rest room and time passed differently for the people outside.

I simply shook the though away and replied, "Yeah I just stood there by the door, it was really dark inside so I couldn't really make my way inside the room."

Our tour guide had a disappointed look on his face when he said, "Well I guess you were just lucky that you got into the room but it bums me out you didn't experience anything like the previous people who went in there."

What he said piqued my curiosity so I asked him, "What do you mean by that? Did other people experience something else inside the room?"

He thought about it before replying saying, "It's just that the people who come out of that room just come out different than when they went it. Like they went through a life changing experience and yet they refuse to talk about it after."

I looked back into the room and I imagined the people who came in this room and who must've gone through the same experience as I did, most of them probably got the scare of their lives but for the few like me, this was a sissy dream come true and I have a good feeling that this won't be the last time we go on this tour. I know what I'm going to suggest for our next Halloween, heck I'll go back even if it isn't Halloween.

This won't be the last time that Madame has her way with her Sissy.

-End-

Author's Note: Thank you for reading through my first entry for a competition here on Literotica and I've actually been wanting to join in on a competition ever since I first joined this site so it feels like I've reached a milestone with this one. If you enjoyed this one and want to read more, please feel free to read some of my other stories and I just want to thank you again for taking the time to read my works. Cheers!