It's a tough market for someone looking to buy a house, if you're not born into money or making an absurd amount of it. So when you found this one, at a price that couldn't be beat, you were both excited and a little suspicious. What's the catch? Why did it have three owners in the last five years? There was nothing wrong with it. Even your realtor wasn't sure, beyond knowing that it would be gone if you didn't make an offer.

What you didn't know was it was a haunted house. Not specters or horrors, but by some kind of ghost that enjoyed women. It was omnipresent, and invisible. It could manifest hands, fingers, tongues, cocks, bodies to force pleasure onto women, having learned from decades of existing how best to indulge it's sordid, continual desire.

It had drawn women into ecstasy, wanted and unwanted, or just enjoyed using wives and widows and working women whenever it felt the urge. Which was often. It started slow, with sneaky touches and silent lusting, a voyeur seeing how their target responded. Slowly but surely, worming his way in, never leaving any evidence beyond his flushed, stimulated quarry, who was powerless to fight back or stop him from getting what he wanted.

Eventually, they just moved. It was too much, ruining marriages, or making the home impossible to enjoy, subject to the needs of the house's perverted presence.

In my head, this could be good for a number of different prospective buyers. Married, single, or friends buying it together. Probably third person, writing a ghost would be tough in first, but most everything is negotiable.

Definite non-con or dub-con for this, enjoy groping, fingering, piv, oral both ways, clothed and risky sex, and ripped clothes. Not into violence, scat, blood or broken bones, bdsm, or animals.