No don’t be silly

“Needy, needy, needy, you really are such a brat you know that it’s always let me cum, I want to cum, why won’t you let me cum, it’s just all about you isn’t?” Delilah taunts, mimicking your voice while making it sound more high pitched, and babyish.

You make a face upon hearing this mockery. Is she for real, she can’t seriously being calling you a brat when she’s the one who got the temperament of a kindergarten. Like in the short, unfortunate time you’ve spent with her the ghost girl has proven she’s completely thin skinned....

SMACK

Just then Delilah raises her hand all the way back past her head. Winding all the way back she then brings it crashing down on your left cheek giving you a devastating spank.

Your eyes nearly bugging out of your head as pure fire splashes across your bottom. Totally caught of guard by the hard smack everything goes white for second. Your body, and mind momentarily going into shock.

It taking a few seconds before you finally come back town to earth. With the first thing you are made aware after touching back down, and regaining control of yourself is the presence of a throbbing bright red hand print on your left ass cheek.

“YEEOWWWWWWW what was that for?” You yelp, twisting in pain as you bring a hand to your injured ass.

“Hmmm don’t know really, I just had the sense you were thinking something insulting about me.” Delilah taps a finger to her chin as she speaks, her looking like she’s wondering herself.

“How did you know that can you read minds???” You retort voice full of irritation as the stinging doesn’t stop.

SMACK

Instead of answering Delilah delivers another hard spank to your other cheek. Your chest lurching forward as you arch you back in response as the pain sends your mind spiraling again.

“OOOOWWWWW what was THAT ONE for????” You ask another hand going down to rub your other now sore cheek.

“Well you gave away that you where thinking something insulting by asking that, I can’t just let you get away with something like that.” Delilah puts her hand, on her hip, and glares at you as she speaks acting like you should know what you did wrong.

“But you ALREADY said you thought I was thinking something insulting!” You argue taking issue with the unjust treatment of your poor butt.

“Yeah I thought, but now I KNOW totally different things, now just be quiet already.” Delilah rolls her eyes already sick of this conversation.

What kind of bullshit logic that!?!?

SMACK

That thought earns you another spank, Delilah phasing her hand through your own to smack your ass as you’re still rubbing your cheeks.

“OWWWW I didn’t even think anything bad at you that time!” You look back at Delilah nearly tearing up with frustration, and slightly perplexed on how she was able to hit you that time before you then remember that she is a ghost.

“Yeah but you were definitely thinking some insulting that was adjacent to me, now just drop, it or do you want me to keep going?” Delilah asks with a devious smile on her face, her hand raised above her head with the threat of another strike.

“NO NO I’ll drop okay!” You beg, your butt taking enough punishment already for you to forget about this pointless debate.

You wipe away a few stray tears from your eyes as you obediently get back in position with out even being asked. It getting hard. and harder to keep a grip on things with all this ruthless teasing, and toying from this ghost bride. Why doesn’t she just leave you alone? Why does she keep bringing you right to the edge, and not letting you cum?

Then as if just you thinking about it reminded Delilah, she takes you by the waist, and turns you over again.

You now looking up at ceiling, your eyes flick down to see the phantom bride lower her head towards your cock. You groan as once more she starts to begin the edging process again.

Your member phasing into her jaw, the heavenly feeling of her wet mouth is a prelude to the coming hell. Her setting the pace with a slow bob of the head. You try your best to not get hard this time. Mind going through every gross, and disturbing thing you can think of beat back your arousal.

For a little while this seems to work. However this meager amount of moment is brought to a full stop as Delilah then goes after your prostate. This time though instead of her tongue, she uses her hand. The ghost girl using her ability to pass through to reach into you and DIRECTLY grab your boy button, as Delilah so tastefully described it.

“GAAaAAAaaaAAaAAAAHHHHH!!!!” You let out an ear splitting shriek, as with just a simple touch from Delilah an incomprehensible amount of pleasure suddenly rushes through your whole body.

Your yell so loud, and powerful that if not for Delilah using her supernatural powers to keep any noise from leaving the room, you’d have woken the neighboring households. One might think it’s a dramatic reaction, but in actuality it’s a rather proportional one. This anal stimuli being levels above anything you’ve experienced, above anything, almost every other male has experienced.

The event of meeting a frisky ghost bride who wants to use her super nature powers to toy with a man’s prostate a rather rare event.

With Delilah not bit being the least bit shy with abusing your personal pleasure place. Her making your eyes rolling into the back of your head as she gently presses the center of your prostate between her pointer finger, and thumb.

This small act having dramatic effect, as you start violently shaking like some one’s attached a power line into your heart. everything goes dark for a second as your eyes roll into the back of your head. she clenches the ball they is your prostate in her fist.

The ghost bride may as well have your soul in her grip the way your body reacts to her mess with you like this. Even the tiniest a of movement or touch being felt in your very core.

With Delilah rolling your pleasure sphere in the palm of her hand sending signals of pure ecstasy that envelope your body. It like every inch of your flesh, every cell is made up of silk fire works. Smooth, soft, yet ever bursting, and exploding with sensation.

The overwhelming sensation has all the thoughts in your head coming undone. The stimulation, the pleasure leaving your mind teetering on the brink of lunacy while you shiver, and shake under an ocean of pleasure. It’s all to much... Reality starts to come apart, as you are losing yourself to this pleasure.

All motor function, and higher brain active is swallowed by the the physical stimuli. The pleasure devolving you into nothing but a clump of nerves built to feel arousal. Where there once was boy, now there is only a primal animal whose existence focuses solely on the rising tension in their groin. Name, history, past all erased in the cacophony of arousal. The only thing let right now is the feeling, the touch. It’s maddening, with you almost reaching your breaking point where both your mind, and your cum is about to be shoot out of you in one power climax when....

All at once it stops. Delilah lets go of your prostate, the only thing left is that hollow, empty feeling as the pleasure leaves you. The stimulation gone taking your passion with it, and leaving only a black hold of despair where your heart once was. As your mind returns to you, and that orgasm you crave again falls out of reach all you can do is wail in agony.

“AAaaarrrreghhhhhhhh!!!”

“Why, why it’s not fairrrrrr!?!?” You sniffle, tears starting to leak out of your eyes.

Your chest is tight with misery, skin all prickly as you sink into bottomless despair. Your cock throbs, and twitches as a lone drop of pre cum dribbles from your tip.

You thrust in vain up into the air, then onto the bed all attempts at stimulation prevented by Delilah. Again that invisible **** field around your junk holding back any touch, and any chance at getting more pleasure you already have gotten.

After a few minutes of you humping, bucking, and trying to touch yourself you’re again left sweaty and exhausted. Your poor erection slowly starting to go down as you helplessly watch in frustration.

Rage finally boils over in your chest. Something inside of you finally snapping. No longer able to suppress it your upset-no you’re down right furious about this whole situation! The rational part of your brain losing out your emotional, you don’t even care if Delilah punishes you again! There is only so much of this treatment you can take! You don’t deserve this!!!

With your tears drying up the flames of fury and anger starting to build with in you. This continual unfair treatment almost having you at your emotional breaking point. You’re a good person, always treating every one you meet with a general kindness, and sense of respect. Yet Delilah has done almost nothing, but bully you, and treat you like her own personal toy since she manifested herself in. It isn’t right you don’t deserve this, you think gritting you’re teeth. Your fists balled up, as even if it would have no effect out of blind rage you take a swing a this supernatural pervert. Sitting up on the mattress you wind your left arm all the way back.

“Arrrghhh!!!” Then letting out a war cry you throw your fist right through the center of Delilah’s stupid masked face.

It does nothing, but you don’t care, you keeping punching at her in a blind rage. Delilah is taken a back by this, her momentarily stunned as she watches you hurl strike after strike, even getting in a few kicks at her body. Though your sitting position is not the best for leg attacks, it mostly just ending up with you comically failing your feet at Delilah. You just unleashing all your pure unfiltered wrath at the phantom bride with no Grace or technique at all. You lashing out at her with every part of your body, you even trying to get a head butt in at one point.

You keep up this **** till finally you have almost no more energy left. Still Delilah just sits there unfazed, her cheeks going up under the white mask on her face indicating she’s now smiling at you.

This just pisses you off even more so, infuriated by the ghost girl that you’d destroy the whole world right now if it meant you’d wipe that smirk off her face. Breathing heavily you glare at Delilah with fiery hatred. Magma still flowing through your veins, you use the last of your strength to launch one last weak shaky punch at the ghost. Like all of your other punches it whiffs through Delilah with out so much as blowing her hair out of place. With nothing left in the tank you finally collapse forward onto the bed. You now stuck laying flat on you stomach as you don’t even have the strength to move even your fingers.

“So you really want to cum that bad?” Delilah smirks as she levitates a few feet to take a sitting position right by your butt.

You don’t answer partly because you’re so tired, partly because you’re sick of playing this ghosts girl’s games.

“Well then I’ll let you cum on one condition.” Delilah whispers floating over to speak right into your ear.

“Give me permission to fuck that round, plump, delicious looking ass of your.” Delilah coos as she flicks out her tongue to give your ear a quick lick.