First Words

Maria strode out of the room, head held high. She was going to beat this ghost. Sure, she'd have to endure some things, but she knew she could do it.

Her skirt, slightly too short for her, bounced as she walked, her black thigh highs contrasting against her pale thighs as many of the guys at the school stared for a few seconds longer than necessary.

Maria was walking by one of the lesser used stairwells when she heard a wolf whistle. Looking over in disgust, she saw a fashionably dressed guy with a smug look on his face. It was Jonas, the son of a local CEO. He was an ass, and a huge lech, but the school received a lot of funding from his father, so he hadn't ever gotten into trouble.

"Damn Maria, where were you hiding all of that?"

"Fuck off, prick," Maria said with a disgusted look on her face. If anything, it seemed to make him more excited, both to see the look on her face and to get a rise out of her.

"Easy there, wild girl. Don't get mad at me because you mixed up your school outfit and your prostitution outfit."

"Jonas, don't even fucking start with me right now, or I swear to god-"

"Woah, woah, how am I the bad guy here? I'm just making observations. Hey, while we're on the subject, how much for a good ol' blowie?"

"$75, but I'll be fingering myself while I do it."

Both Maria's and Jonas's eyes flew wide open.

"Wait, really? Are you being serious?"

Maria tried to say something to refute, but she couldn't. It was like her mouth was glued shut.

Jonas looked like someone had told him that today was his birthday and Christmas at the same time. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, the last bell rang. Jonas tsked as Maria took off without a word of goodbye, but his eyes were on her back (or rather, a bit lower down) as she ran off.

Maria made it to class, fear in her heart. She hadn't realized how much one sentence could change her. Even if it was just for a day, she was now going to be giving $75 blow jobs. And she had told Jonas of all people! From what she knew of him, he would have told half the school before she'd even left his sight.

Worse, the ghost was free from it's barrier again. Maria clenched her fists and prepared to ignore everything happening to her.

The top button of her shirt popped off, spilling her cleavage into view. It flew forwards and bounced off the classmate in front of her's desk, before careening to the left and hitting someone else's desk. Both people turned towards her, confused.

Maria reflexively tried to cover her tits with her hand. But the gloves on her hands prevented that, pulling her arms underneath her breasts to cross her arms and push them up below her breasts, giving them a larger appearance. Her shirt forced her shoulders back, arching her back slightly to make them even more prominent. The two people lost their train of thought.

Maria glared at them both, but the way she seemed to be showing herself off made the effect weak. As her cheeks colored, she broke eye contact, looking away, still feeling both of their gaze on her chest. Eventually, the teacher began their lesson, and the students regretfully turned back towards the front.

The ghost instantly began it's work. It used the gloves to pull Maria's arms down by her sides, balling her hands into fists on either side of her hips. Manipulating her shirt, it made her sit with perfect posture in her chair, back straight and shoulders rolled back.

Then, it began manipulating her shirt to play with her breasts. At first, the shirt shifted randomly, and Maria felt smugly that the perverted ghost didn't know how to make a woman feel good. After a few minutes, the ghost started groping them in a more rhymic fashion, avoiding the nipples, but manipulating the shirt to give the sensation of a hand running over her breasts. A few minutes after that, the ghost was caressing them, squeezing them gently, and making Maria's breasts feel like they never had before. She bit her lip as the pleasure built up bit by bit, the ghost learning more and more about her...

And then it stopped. Maria was left wanting as the ghost pulled away, leaving Maria's mind in a hazy state from lust, belatedly wondering if people had heard her. From the way people kept glancing back at her, she couldn't be sure if they had noticed her situation or were just peeking glances at her chest.

A minute went by with no stimulation before the ghost started again, without warning. This time, the shirt was vibrating, shaking back and forth as if she had a toy pressed against her breasts. Again, the ghost started out like it was clueless, putting it on her shoulder, her arpmits, her sternum, before it began to move the stimulation towards her breasts.

Maria's breath hitched as the vibration touched her breasts, both sides at the same time. Nothing near her nipples, just rotating slowly around the base of them. But from the fondling earlier, she was already very sensitive. The ghost roamed everywhere, finding out where Maria's breath picked up a bit and what motion made her sweat a bit more...

And then it stopped again. Maria's frustration built as she tried to focus on the class, to not feel any emotions about the things being done to her, and to starve the ghost of her embarassment. But even she could almost taste her horniness and humiliation from being toyed with like this.

The ghost moved on, done with her before she ever had a chance to cum. It's actions began occuring over a shorter and shorter window of time: when it started rubbing her areolas, it took 4 minutes before Maria was trying to hide her gasps for breath before it stopped for a minute. When it targeted her areolas with the vibrating sensation, just 3 and a half. After a minute, like clockwork, it started again.

While the class was supposed to be working on homework, the teacher came over and asked if Maria wanted to go to the nurse's office. She was looking a bit flushed. Maria declined. She didn't want to get up and have everyone stare at the wet stain she would surely leave behind.

3 minutes for rubbing directly on her nipples, changing direction and speed and force. 2 minutes for using the vibrations on her nipples, and just 1 minute from a brushing sensation directly on her nipples.

Then it stopped completely, not touching her at all. She was still sitting in perfect posture, and for 5 minutes, she endured the glances back at her and the whispers without anything to distract her. It almost made it worse.

With 5 minutes left in class, it started again, but completely different. It shocked her by grabbing her nipples and twisting, causing pain to flare. Unable to move her chest away, she clenched her teeth as the incorporeal hands twisted them back and forth, grabbing her nipples and pulling them farther than they should go from her body, pushing them in and mauling her breasts.

They were slapped, pulled, twisted, pinched, and what felt like bit until they should be bright red, but after peeking a glance down at them, Maria saw they were still in pristine shape.

She braced herself as sensation started again, but all it did was reach her glove up and undo another button, leaving her feeling and looking even more like a whore. As the bell rang, Maria waited until everyone left, then walked out of class of her own free will. She had difficulty keeping the anger off her face as she did so.