Lily had always been a horny slut. At 28, with a body built for sin—full heavy tits, a plump juicy ass that jiggled when she walked, thick thighs, and a shaved pink pussy that stayed wet—she chased pleasure like others chased paychecks. But money was tight. Bills piled up. Then the letter arrived.
“You have inherited Blackthorn Medical Clinic,” it read. “The property, including all assets, is yours… provided you spend one full night inside to claim the $2.4 million inheritance.”
Blackthorn Clinic. The place locals called haunted. Abandoned for decades after strange “treatments” and disappearances. Lily didn’t care about ghosts. She cared about the money. And if there were any long cocks waiting in the shadows… well, that was just a bonus.
She drove up the winding road at dusk, her short skirt riding up her thighs, no panties underneath. The clinic loomed like a gothic beast—crumbling brick, broken windows, vines choking the entrance. The air felt thick, charged with something electric.
Inside, the lobby smelled of old antiseptic and something sweeter—musk, sex, desperation. Emergency lights flickered on as she stepped through the doors. “Hello?” she called, her voice echoing. “I’m here for the money.”
A low chuckle seemed to come from the walls.
Lily explored the corridors, her heels clicking. She found exam rooms still stocked with stirrups, speculums, and strange leather restraints. In the main surgical theater, an old portrait hung: Dr. Elias Voss, a tall handsome man with piercing eyes and an unmistakable bulge in his vintage trousers.
She laughed. “Long cock energy, huh, Doc?”
That’s when the temperature dropped.
The door slammed shut behind her. Lily spun around. A figure materialized—Dr. Voss himself, semi-transparent but solid enough, wearing a white coat open at the chest. His eyes glowed with lust.
“Welcome, patient Lily,” he growled. His voice vibrated through her body, straight to her clit. “To claim the money, you must submit to the full treatment. Every procedure. Every exam.”
Lily’s pussy clenched. She was already soaked. “What’s the treatment, Doctor?”
He smiled, revealing the massive outline of his long cock straining against spectral pants. It had to be at least 11 inches, thick as her wrist, with a heavy head that promised to stretch her limits.
“Facesitting therapy first,” he said. “To cleanse your greedy little mind.”
Before she could respond, Dr. Voss floated forward and pulled her down onto an old exam table. He stripped her quickly, tossing her skirt aside, leaving her naked and dripping. Then he lay back on the wide table, his head propped up.
“Sit on my face, horny slut. Smother me with that fat ass.”
Lily moaned. She straddled his ghostly face, lowering her plump cheeks until her wet pussy and tight asshole pressed firmly against his mouth. His tongue—cold yet incredibly skilled—immediately dove in. He licked long stripes from her clit to her puckered hole, sucking her labia into his mouth.
“Oh fuck, yes!” Lily cried, grinding down hard. She was a true facesitting addict in that moment, rocking her hips, smothering him completely. Her juices coated his spectral features as he devoured her. The money, the haunting—it all faded as pleasure took over.
Dr. Voss gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them wider, his long tongue fucking deep into her cunt. Then he moved to her asshole, rimming her with filthy precision while his nose rubbed her swollen clit.
Lily came hard, screaming, flooding his face with her squirting release. But he didn’t stop. He kept her seated, forcing her through orgasm after orgasm until her thighs shook.
Only then did he lift her slightly. “Good girl. Now the long cock examination begins.”
His pants dissolved. Out sprang his monstrous long cock—veiny, throbbing, impossibly hard even in death. Precum dripped like liquid silver.
Lily’s eyes widened with slutty hunger. “Fuck… that’s the longest cock I’ve ever seen.”
“Open wide for your doctor,” he commanded.
She dropped to her knees on the cold tile and worshipped it. Her lips stretched around the fat head, taking him deeper and deeper down her throat. She gagged happily, saliva dripping down her chin as she bobbed, taking more of that endless shaft with every stroke. Her hands stroked the base she couldn’t swallow yet.
Dr. Voss groaned, threading fingers through her hair, fucking her face with medical precision. “That’s it, horny slut. Take your treatment.”
After throat-fucking her until tears streamed down her face, he bent her over the exam table. Stirrups locked her ankles wide. He positioned the massive head at her entrance and pushed.
Lily screamed in ecstasy as inch after inch of long cock invaded her. It felt like he was rearranging her guts. Deeper and deeper he went, bottoming out against her cervix, the bulge visible in her lower belly.
He pounded her mercilessly, the haunted clinic echoing with wet slapping sounds and her slutty moans. “Beg for the money while I fuck you,” he demanded.
“Please… give me the money… while you destroy my pussy with that long cock!” she wailed, pushing back like the desperate horny slut she was.
He flipped her into full facesitting reverse cowgirl—her sitting on his face again while she rode his cock. The dual sensation was overwhelming. His tongue buried in her ass as his long dick speared up into her cunt. Lily bounced frantically, tits jiggling, ass cheeks smothering him completely.
They fucked through every room of the clinic. In the MRI suite, he had her sit on his face while ghostly vibrations from old machines stimulated her clit. In the pharmacy, he covered her body in warming lubricant before sliding that long cock between her tits and then back into her holes.
More entities appeared as the night deepened—nurse ghosts, all female, with skilled tongues and strap-ons. They joined the facesitting rotation. Lily found herself buried under layers of ass—soft ghostly cheeks smothering her while Dr. Voss continued his long-cock treatment.
One curvaceous nurse named Mara sat heavily on Lily’s face while the doctor railed her from behind. Lily licked and sucked Mara’s pussy and ass with eager submission, her own muffled moans vibrating into the nurse’s cunt as she came repeatedly.
Money was no longer just an inheritance. It was payment for becoming the clinic’s eternal horny slut patient.
Hours blurred. Lily lost count of her orgasms. Her body was covered in sweat, cum (both ghostly and her own squirt), and marks from restraints. Dr. Voss finally pulled her into the central office where the inheritance papers waited.
“Sign,” he said, still buried balls-deep inside her, his long cock throbbing. “And the money is yours… along with unlimited access to us.”
Lily, face glazed with pussy juice from the last facesitting session, signed with shaking fingers while riding him to one final shattering climax.
As the first light of dawn broke, the ghosts faded, but the pleasure lingered in her sore, satisfied body. The bank account pinged on her phone—$2.4 million transferred.
Lily smiled, already planning her return visits. The haunted medical clinic wasn’t just a payday.
It was her new favorite fetish playground.
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