Me and two friends went to a Victorian mansion to find friends who had gone there and never returned. As soon as we entered, the door slammed, and it immediately became clear what was wrong with this house. We found ourselves in a room in which there were no wall, floor, ceiling, or furniture visible, only thick darkness. We could only see each other. Our bodies were like a drawing on a black background. We found ourselves at opposite ends of the room, but could not hear each other. I screamed, but my friends did not react at all, but only stood calmly. But if I tried to look around the corner, it became clear that this was an illusion, as if the hologram disappeared for a split second, and I could see reality. I saw that my friends were calling each other, and a creepy ghost was hanging over each of them. A man appeared in front of me with a clown face, like a smiley face, but three-dimensional. His eyes rolled back, turned white and began to bulge. I realized that ghosts just scare us, but don’t do anything. We all understood this and approached each other.
A slightly open door appeared. There was a light behind the door. We entered a room with a high ceiling and a huge Persian carpet, but in which there was a large oval table, the kind that are found in meеting rooms. The walls had burgundy wallpaper with a gold pattern. The entire room was enveloped in warm candlelight. A woman entered the room and said that it was almost impossible to get out of the mansion, only a couple of people succeeded, but no one knew how. Those who were unable to leave remained here as ghosts, each of whom was tied to the room in which they died. Some became evil ghosts who enjoyed intimidating new residents, but most simply became apathetic and bored by the monotony of their existence. The girl disappeared.
A group of criminal-looking men appeared behind her. This is how prisoners are presented in prisons. Their faces were angry and thoughtful. They looked at us closely. I approached my friends to be together. One of the ghosts approached me from the left. Without looking at him, I stuck two fingers on his chest, made a face and said “don’t come near me.” He didn't leave. I turned around. In front of me stood a guy about 35 years old, with dark curly hair, blue eyes, full lips, but a straight nose, sharp chin and cheekbones made his face courageous. My fingers were still on his chest and buried in the deep neckline of his sweater. The hair on his chest peeked out a little from his cleavage. I said “sexy” and turned away. He came closer and pressed himself lightly against my back. I felt his breath on my neck. The excitement came instantly. When it is enough to look at a person for 5 seconds to understand that you will have very sensual sex with him. He slowly lifted my skirt, grabbed the elastic bands of my panties on the sides and pulled them down. He hugged me from behind and I felt his cock. I thought “the cock is average, but everything can’t be perfect.” He entered me. His cock was not deep and moved slowly. There were many people in the room, but no one paid attention to us. This excited me even more. When you want to give in to passion, but you need to restrain yourself. I felt that his cock was getting bigger and harder inside me, he began to move faster and deeper. I stopped feeling the floor under my feet and realized that we were floating. We were no longer standing upright, but leaning at an angle. He pressed his stomach against my buttocks, I could no longer hold back my moans. It was as if we were having sex, leaning against transparent glass, but no one paid attention to us. I came and saw drops of my lube dripping onto the floor. We're down. He remained standing behind me. I looked at him over my shoulder, he looked into my eyes, smiled slightly and said “you are beautiful.” I thought that if I couldn’t get out of the house, I would have to diе in this room.
I woke up.
