Dirty Ghost

Tiff skimmed through her emails as she laid in bed, noting a few notifications about new smut from some other authors that she followed. One email in particular stuck out. She clicked on it, expecting to see a summary of a dirty story, but instead it read like a boring legal manual.

"The A03 Policy and Abuse committee has received a complaint that several of your works contain unauthorized advertising material."

The brunette squinted as she scrolled down. Her mood had already been spoiled by the realization that this wasn't smut at all. This was a list of chores that couldn't be ignored. She sighed and decided it was probably time to get out of bed, considering it was 4PM. The girl lazily made her way downstairs to prepare her tall cup of cold brew coffee. The least she could do before she tackled this dumb task would be to properly energize herself.

Back in her office, Tiff skimmed the email on a proper screen while she placed her hair in a bun.

"Accordingly, we require you to edit out all instances of commercial promotion from your account within 7 days."

"Well, fuck," the brunette sighed again. "At least they were nice enough to point out examples. Guess I just have to get to it…"

And over the course of thirty minutes that she would have absolutely wasted scrolling through an endless Twitter feed of lewd art and scantily clad models, the deed was done. All mention of commercialization was removed, and she went on with her day!

Tiff laid in bed. Her arms and legs were spread wide and her head was tilted to the side with her mouth slightly agape. The sheets were kicked off to the side with one leg over the edge of the mattress. She looked comfortable, or maybe she was just so unconscious that there was no other choice but to appear "comfortable" considering how "dead to the world" she was. The late morning sun beamed through the nearby window blinds, casting a pattern of light and shadow upon her exposed midriff since her shirt was pulled slightly up along her torso. It would still be a few hours before she woke up…

That is, until she heard a loud crash from the other room. Her eyes instantly opened as if she hadn't been sleeping at all. Had something fallen in her office? She certainly couldn't think of anything that was precariously perched on a shelf, or that would have toppled over otherwise. The continued rustling sound suggested that there was someone in her office.

Tiff's heart raced as she pushed herself up from the bed and slowly made her way to the open door. She nibbled her bottom lip as she hesitantly peered around the corner. The girl's eyes widened as she watched a dark-haired ghost struggling to crawl out of her monitor. Her keyboard had been pushed off the desk, and her mouse dangled off the edge, which instantly turned the brunette's expression from shock to anger.

"Oh my god!" Tiff yelled as she clenched her fists, ready to pick a fight with this extremely rude entity. The ghost lifted its head and made eye contact with her, but the brunette's gaze was quickly drawn to the ghost's ample cleavage as it squished against the edge of her desk. "Oh, my god…" Tiff repeated in a softer, more accepting tone.

"Seven days," the entity said as it continued to destructively crawl out of the monitor.

"Wh-what?" the girl nervously nibbled her bottom lip. While it was shocking that a ghost was coming out of her monitor, she couldn't keep her eyes off those massive tits or that absolute dump truck of an ass. Tiff should have been terrified, but she was also a bit more concerned about the condition of her possessions that were succumbing to gravity. "…Do you need help…?" She winced and hesitated to approach.

The red-eyed ghost ignored the offer as she continued to speak. "You had seven days to comply. Since you haven't, I'm here to—"

"Kill me?!" Tiff gasped and stepped back.

The ghost blinked and looked concerned as she shook her head. "N-no. I'm here to ban you…"

"What?!" the brunette gasped. It might as well have been here to kill her. "Wait! I did as I was told! I edited out the parts that could be interpreted as being against the terms of service…!"

"You… missed… one. So now… you're going to be… banned…" The ghost finally managed to completely slide from the monitor and knelt upon the floor.

Tiff was distracted by the way the ghost's drab, gray nightgown clung to every curve on the their body, and just how low cut the top was. If her hair wasn't so long she would have certainly been able to see the ghost's nipples through the fabric. She realized she had been awkwardly quiet for a moment and nervously cleared her throat. "H-hold on…! Wait…! You're, uh, here to ban me… and that's fine. But… what if…"

"There is no other way. If you wish to appeal this decision—"

"—No," Tiff interrupted, "I understand. You have to do what you have to do… but, um, since you're here…"

The ghost stared in confusion at the girl's suggestive tone. The brunette cautiously approached the ghost and simply buried her face between her tits. The apparition froze, and then gasped as she felt the girl's aggressive fingers dig into her soft, pillowy ass. Tiff happily groaned. The sound echoed against the valley of the ghost's tits as she lecherously nuzzled her face between them.

The entity had never experienced this while doing her job before, but she rather enjoyed the attention. After all, she was a ghost… and Tiff had come on to her. It wasn't like HR would get involved if there was a bit of fun between them. The specter's painted nails nervously caressed the girl's sides before they slid under her t-shirt to feel her warm skin. A smirk graced her lips as she shoved Tiff onto the floor. The girl stared up at the ghost in surprise and had to wonder if the ghost just had a thing for knocking things down, much like her keyboard and other things that had been on her desk,. The busty ghost gave no time for further considerations as she knelt and crawled toward Tiff, giving her an clear view of her tits yet again.

As easily distracted as Tiff was by tits and asses, she didn't notice what the ghost was doing until her icy fingers slid beneath the waistband of her shorts and panties and forcefully tugged them down her thighs. While she loved the cold, each freezing touch brought a momentary wince to her face. Tiff definitely wanted this, but she hadn't expected the apparition to be so forceful. The red-eyed ghost tossed the removed clothing to the side before she placed her hands on the brunette's knees and shoved them apart to expose her dripping, wet pussy.

They locked eyes, and Tiff leaned back on her elbows. Slowly, the entity crawled forward, her wide ass swaying from side to side as she wrapped her arms around the girl's thighs. She made sure to maintain eye contact as she brought her mouth closer to the girl's needy cunt. Tiff felt the ghost's chilled breath against her pussy, even as her plush lips pushed directly to her clit.

"Oh fuck…!" Tiff gasped as she tilted her head back. The apparition sucked and swirled her tongue around the sensitive nub, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. The ghost's lips parted and she rapidly lapped up and down, with just the tip of her tongue flicking over her erect clit. The brunette gasped as she draped a leg over her lover's shoulder and pulled her head closer against her pussy. One shaky hand eased down, and her fingers intertwined in the ghost's hair while she thrust against the apparition's eager face.

The specter's cold hands dug into Tiff's thighs as her tongue dutifully maintained a constant rhythm against her clit. The girl's soft gasps of pleasure grew into lurid moans as she came closer to her orgasm. Her other hand slipped under her t-shirt and hastily tugged it upward as she cupped and squeezed her own breast. Her fingers pinched and flicked at the hard, pink nipple while her body gave little telltale signs of impending climax.

Tiff's stomach tensed and she thrust her hips against the ghost's face as she came. Her grip tightened on the entity's hair while glorious moans of release poured from her lips. As she came down from the orgasmic high, Tiff released the apparition and collapsed against the floor, completely spent. The ghost gave one last lick of the girl's pussy from bottom to top, garnering another twitch and groan from the satisfied brunette.

She blinked as she felt the ghost urging her to roll onto her stomach. Tiff arched a brow, but complied anyway. "Um…?" the girl finally commented as she felt those chilly hands upon her hips, easing her upward.

"On your knees," the entity commanded.

Tiff reluctantly assumed the position with her ass exposed to her spectral lover. A hand against the base of her neck pushed her face against the floor, and a gentle tap against the insides of her thighs silently suggested she should spread her knees a bit. A deep blush covered her face as she wondered what the ghost had in mind now, but she didn't have to wait long to find out as those cold hands gripped her round ass cheeks and spread them wide. Tiff's eyes widened in surprise, and she audibly gasped as she felt the ghost's mouth press to her tight, puckered ass.

"H-holy shit…!" the girl groaned as the apparition's tongue swirled around the rim of her ass in clockwise circles. She normally wasn't into this kind of thing in real life even though she wrote about it all the time, but she wasn't going to stop the horny ghost from doing it if she wanted. The entity sloppily made out with her anus—slurping, sucking, and tonguing the pink hole with such enthusiasm. Tiff's pussy was completely soaked, with her juices dribbling down the insides of her thighs.

After so much time, the ghost's tongue pushed against her asshole and finally gained entry, bringing out another loud, excited cry of pleasure from the moaning girl. The freaky ghost tongue-fucked Tiff's ass between moments where she plunged inside and swirled her tongue around, effectively rimming the inside. She held the girl's ass wide with one hand while the other slid between the brunette's spread legs to her sopping wet cunt. Two fingers thrust into her, making the overwhelmed girl blissfully cry out.

Tiff reached back and gripped her own ass, spreading herself for the ghost to allow her to continue orally assaulting her rear. With her other hand free, the specter wrapped it around the brunette's thigh and honed in on her erect clit. The chilling touch would have normally been too jarring, but Tiff was far too close to release again. Her eyes were tightly clenched and her moans echoed through the house.

"C-cumming…!" the girl tensed up as the sensation of ecstasy welled up within her all at once and sent her over the edge. Every nerve tingled with pleasure as she arched her back. Her asshole clenched and pulsed around the invading tongue while even more juices spilled from her cunt, covering the ghost's fingers before dripping onto the floor.

With a final messy, slurping lick of Tiff's drool-covered asshole, the ghost backed away and smiled as she observed the girl breathing heavily while still maintaining that exposed position. Her ass was raised high while her juices dribbled down the insides of her thighs.

"…the fuck are you doing?" Tiff's significant other quizzically stated as they stood at the entrance to her office to see the girl alone, with her ass in the air and a giant wet spot on the carpet.

Tiff groaned as she still laid face-down against the carpeted floor. "I… got banned…"