A rough first impression

"My goodness! I don't believe it!" Michelle grunted as she felt a gust of wind akin to a rough hand rub her pussy, "Oh dear..." This pleasure caused her to slowly slump to the floor, holding on to the bookshelves for support as the rubbing on her pussy increased.

"So this is why my husband abandoned this mansion! It's haunted by a pathetic, stinking gho-!" Her indignity caused her to go on a rant, before the specter pulled her dress out from beneath her from the floor, bunching it and shoving it in her mouth. "Mmf! Mmh!" Michelle was gagged by the poltergeist, writhing in anger and (though she wouldn't admit it) pleasure as she fixed an absolute **** glare at the air around her, hoping the perverted ghost would see.

And see he did. Harder he got as well.

He liked a bit of anger and fight in his woman. The lord had been notorious for groping and fondling his maids when he was alive after all, and he wouldn't let **** stop him.

The invisible hands promptly grabbed and groped Michelle's ample melons, making her snarl in anger as the invisible arms spread to have the most tit meat to grab.

The poltergeist wrapped one arm around her massive breasts, causing her to moan as they smushed and rubbed together, while moving the other arm down her stomach to reach her pussy.

Michelle's eyes widened as the fingering started up again, even greater this time. She tried to keep focus, yet it was getting harder as she slowly slid down, losing herself to pleasure.

She reached out to hold the bookshelf again for support, before....

"Ooooooooh!" Michelle bit into her clothes gag as she spread her legs in a powerful orgasm, pussy juice practically squirting out of her pussy like a burst water barrel. Her legs gave out, making her fall down as her arm slipped from the bookshelf, making a book from above fall down with all the shaking. She fell to the ground, weak and panting before the book came down and smacked her on the head for good measure, knocking her out.

30 minutes later...

Michelle groggily opened her eyes, tasting the cloth in her mouth and remembering what happened. She slowly sat up, taking her clothes out of her mouth and rubbing her head. "Oh my..." her last memory before blacking out was an incredible orgasm. She looked around to see the door was open and the room felt normal again.

She frowned, unamused as she picked up the book that knocked her out and read it's title: "100 scary ghost stories".

"I'm getting this house demolished if it's the last thing I do!" Michelle screamed in anger.