I awoke back in my office, on the couch I first fell asleep on, just where I ought to have been. "What the FUCK??" I yelled, jumping up in my seat in alarm.
I looked around the office, I could see that everything was in tact. The windows were still closed, and all my important papers still lined my desk and filing cabinets, where they belonged. I ran over to my desk and poured myself another glass of Jack Daniels. It quickly burned its way down my throat, instantly making me feel warm all over.
"What a weird fucking dream..." I surmised, coming out of my fog.
But before I could take in what had just happened to me, I heard the sudden burst of loud ghetto music and party goers just outside my office.
"Oh hell No!" I yelled, slamming my empty glass back down on the desk. "I told them NO PARTIES!" I screamed, storming across the room to open the door, expecting to find my office workers caravanning like before. Instead I found a short nude medium build puertorican, watching four strippers dance a top the desks.
"Datz it mammas, shake whut da doctors made ya's!" he shouted over Jungle Brothers.
"Who the fuck are YOU?!" I yelled, stepping out of my office.
"Pay 'em no mind, ladies. He don like puzy."
The ladies giggled while they continued to shake their bare asses and breasts. The cute little Chicano man kept watching, his huge hooded 12 inch tan dick throbbing at full attention as he flicked his tongue up at the dancing girls.
"I demand you tell me the meaning of this!" I yelled angrily, wanting answers.
Suddenly the music stopped. In a flash of light, the women disappeared, and I found myself back in my closed office, with the nude rican.
"Happy now?" he sulked with his arms folded across his bare smooth chest. He too wore a red Santa clause hat, and a pair of Timberland boots.
"No!" I yelled. "Who the hell are you? What are you doing here in my office... dressed like THAT?"
"Yo homs, I'm da Ghost ov Christmas Present." he said proudly, beaming with a broad sexy smile which I choose to ignore. "I'm here ta show you whut yur missin' out ov life by bein such a spoiled sport. AND ta git me sum ass." he added with a wink.
I felt my asshole pucker, sorely. An abundance of liquid began to leak from the dilated lips, indicating that the janitor HAD cum inside. I looked at the rican's dick, dreading how it would feel cramming inside my bowels as well.
"Oh, don even act like you don like it papi, cuz I know for a fact -you DO."
"You know for a fact...?" I asked, looking down and suddenly realizing that I was naked, and sporting a boner of my own.
"Yea. I seen'd you pop dat boner soon as you sawed me. Ya neva even looked once at da gurlz shakin their titahs at us."
"So? What's your point?" I asked, embarrassed.
"Point iz, I knew from da very first time I lay eyes on you, dat you wannit this big puerto-rican dick ta bust a big ole nutt up dat chocolate azz ov yurs." smiled my tormentor, his dick pulsing like a beacon as he talked. I could see pre-cum forming at the tip. He was already gearing up.
"Bullshit!" I countered. "I've never even seen you before, how could I want you to fuck me, if we've never met?"
"Oh, but we HAVE met papi. If ya take yur eyes off my dick for just a minnit, ya might realize ya know my face from sumwhere."
He was right, he did look familiar. After forcing myself to look up from his crotch, I did realize that I noticed him. His face was vague, like a distant dream that was hard to focus. I stared at him harder, taking in his lite complexion, his dark eyes and handsome features, the jet black hair and beard stubble lining his unshaved but cute face...
"Waitaminute... I know you, don't I?" I asked, picturing where I knew him from. "You're that young smart mouth security guard I had reprimanded for sleeping in the parking garage last week, aren't you?" I asked, pointing a finger at his chest defiantly.
"They FIRED me becuz ov you!" he yelled, angrily.
"Serves you right." I countered. "I pay the guards for security and safety, not to sleep on the job during company hours!" I defended.
"Yo, I work two full time jobs AND attend nite-skool ta try ta make a betta livin' fo me and my fam'ly without bein on welfare..." he protested madly before catching his tone. I saw him sigh softly to calm himself down, then noticed his smirk smile return to his sexy lips. "But datz all ole water unda da bridge, man. THIS ain't about US t'nite. T'nite, me and you gonna go fo a ride. A ride inta da Present!"
"We're not going anywhere!" I said, brushing pass him as I reached for the phone on my desk. "When I get a hold of your supervisor, you're going to have one less job to worry about!"
I picked up the phone, but there was no dial-tone. The line was dead. I slammed it back in it's cradle, suddenly realizing that I'd made the mistake of turning my back on him.
"Tryna git me fired again, papi? Too Late for dat!" said the puertorican-Ghost, grabbing me from behind. I fought in vain as the short little security guard began wedging his ample 12 inch penis into my cum wet ass crack. "I see da Ghost Of Christmas Past has already been here." he joked, pressing his dick into me harder. "Dis chute's already been lubed. Should make git'n all up in it all da easier."
I tried tightening my sphincter muscles to keep him at bay, but my worn hole was no match to the solid force of his hooded shaft. I felt him sink the entire length into me, making me stretch to accommodate his width as the janitor's semen coated his pole like grease. It wasn't long before I felt the hairs of his crotch scratching the tender cheeks of my ass.
"Like dat, papi? I got all 12 inches up in you now. Had you known I waz packin like dis, I bet you wouldn've had me fired, now would you?"
Just like before, the room began to whirl with a strong wind. The windows blew open, causing the blinds to fly off their hinges as a bright light purged everything in white.
The place was a nearby bar that most of the employees go to to unwind after a long days work. I normally don't condone employees fraternizing after work hours, and felt compelled to fly down and break up their little office gathering. But Ghost Of Christmas Present's deeply embedded dick prevented me from making an ass of myself (no pun intended).
"As you can see papi, you ain't stop yur workers from celebratin da holidayz. All dey did waz move their party sumwhere where you have no say. Dey still managed ta have dey fun, drink dey champagne, exchange dey presentz, and spread luv fo da new year. Yur da only one sittin alone unhappy and unloved."
I didn't like the security guard's tone, nor the fact that my employees were still celebrating after I forbid them to. My first instinct was to have notices of termination posted for everyone of their letter boxes, but the rican's dick was starting to feel real good as it slowly rocked in and out of me. I found it hard to keep my anger level in tact as his sex slowly started to consume me and make feel good all over.
He took us down into the party, where we could hear what the employees were saying. It was weird to be standing there in the open with a short puertorican's dick shoved up my ass in front of a room full of clothed people. But none of them could see or hear us for some reason, which gave us total anonymity as the guard kept his slow thrust plowing me deeply.
"Here's to Jeremiah Scrooge..." praised one of my workers, raising his glass in my mock honor.
"TO JEREMIAH SCROOGE!!" chimed in the other employees around the bar, making a mockery of my name.
"See how dey make fun ov ya? How dey disrespect ya, when ya not around?" whispered the guard in my ear, as he slowly piston his prick in and out of me. "I bet ya thought ya had 'em all wrapped round ya finger, just like ya asshole's wrapped round my big dick rite now!" he joked, punching his dick through my ass guts for emphases. It was all I could do to keep from coming right then and there all over the floor of the bar. "For all yur meanness and spiteful attitude, you ain't hurt nobody but yurself. Yur da only one ov yur workers NOT participatin in da celebration."
"I don't care!" I said, denying my true feelings.
"You say dat, but I know it's gotta hurt dat none ov yur employees hadda single kind word to say to ya fo' da holidays. Dat not one ov 'em gave ya a gift, sent ya a Christmas card, or even offered to kiss ya unda da mistletoe. Hell, even da janitor gotta gift and a kiss!" he smirked.
"I... I don't want to be here..." I said, getting angry.
"I don blame ya, papi." said the guard as we floated upward through the ceiling and reemerged inside a patient's room at Mercy Hospital.
Ghost Present held me closely, his tight rican body pressed up closely behind me. He was grinding his dick around inside me slowly, not straight out fucking me, but making sure I consistently knew he was there.
"What...what're we doing here?" I asked, confused. I didn't recognize the child laying in the bed with tubes coming out of his mouth nose and arm, nor did I recognize the woman whom whimpered by his side. I was at a total lost as to why I was here. What did these people have to do with me?
But before my Ghost friend could answer, one of my employees walked in through the door. It was my assistant Joe. I'd forgotten that his kid had been sick. But they were talking about taking him to see his grandparents, what were they doing here at the hospital?
"What happened?" asked Joseph, nearly in tears as he entered the room.
"He had a bad relapse. I had to give him CPR until the paramedics arrived." his wife said, looking up at him with a pained expression. "We almost lost him, Joe... he almost died on me..." she choked.
"Don't think that way Kim..." said Joe, rushing to be by her side. "What did the doctor say?"
"What he ALWAYS says! Jamal needs extensive medical treatment!" she yelled hysterically. "Did you talk to mr Jones today? Did you ask him for help again? Maybe he can give you an advancement in pay?! Did you tell him how important this operation is?"
"I did." said Joe, touching his son's hand gently as he avoided his wife's eyes. She could tell by his demeanor what my answer was. She sighed, jumping up from her seat and began to pace the room.
"Did you at least tell him how SICK Jamal is? Does he know that Jamal will DIE if he doesn't get this operation?!" she asked, unable to mask her disappointment.
"It don't think that matters to Jeremiah Jones." said Joe, stoically.
"Maybe...maybe if he SAW just how sick Jamal was..." reasoned Kim in tears, getting more emotional. "...maybe if we could just get him IN here to see Jamal, maybe then he'll help us!" suggested his wife. "He couldn't possibly be as cruel as to see this little boy fighting for his life, then just turn his back on him! He HAS to help us, he just HAS to! What kind of ANIMAL is he??!"
Joseph looked at his wife with concern, then rushed over to be by her side. He grabbed her for support, but she fought off his advances until she finally fell limp into his arms in a heap or broken sobs.
"Very touching mr Ghost, but really, how is this MY problem?" I asked, having seen enough.
"Damn man, you ARE a cold fish!!" responded the rican.
"I'm not in the business of charity." I defended. "My company can't survive if I gave money to every employee that think they needed a cash advance! I'm not made of money, you know!"
"But as a human bein' wit an obligation ta yur employees, ya'd think you'd grant Joe and his wifey da chance to see their son grow up a normal kid. I mean, what's da money to you? Ya can't take it wit ya when ya die, rite? Ain't like ya goin on any vacations or anythin. Ain't like ya gotta woman, or a man, or even a bootycall to spend it on. If you waz any cheaper, yur employees'll be callin ya Scrooge McDuck!"
"I don't have to listen to this! WHO do you think you are that you can talk to me this way?" I yelled, fed up with the Ghost's truths. "Take me back to my office, right NOW! I demand that you take me back!"
"Whuteva ya want, boss." said the rican. In an instant everything went white, and then we were back in my office. At first I thought I had been dreaming again, but then I noticed that I was still naked.
"What are YOU still doing here? Get OUT!" I commanded.
"Damn, Ain't gonna be easy tryin ta change yur heart ov stone, papi. I'mma hate to see where dis road yur on's gonna take ya, but I can't imagine it'll be any place nice." responded the Ghostly guard. "Oh well, might as well juss enjoy our fuck before da next Ghost comes a knockin!"
"Next Ghost? What are you taking about?" I asked, just as he walked over and shoved me face down over the sofa. "No, WAIT...!" I yelled, as the handsome rican rammed his 12 inch long sausage straight up into my unprotected ass in one fast quick plunge. "OOOOHHHHHHHHH SHIT!!" I screamed, feeling my anal walls explode.
I thought I got fucked hard by the janitor, but this hot little rican must have really had it IN for my ass. He held me over the arm of that chair and fucked me as if I were inconsequential to his plans. I was just a hot receptacle, he was going to fuck me one way or another rather I wanted it or not. I felt his meaty dick slamming in and out of my yawning hole, building up speed as his hips started slapping into me with a thunderous echo.
"Dayumm, dis some major pootang hommie!" he snared, slicing his dick through my buns like a sharp axe. He held me firmly about my brown waist, as his tanned hairy pelvis slapped into my butt cheeks. Each plunge sent his monster dong shooting through my sore throbbing anus like a semi. I thought I would die from the intense pressure jamming into my vital organs as his 12 inches stabbed and jabbed any and everything in it's path. I feared irreparable damage when he started to go wild and fuck me in earnest. Soon he had me drooling on the sofa cushions and talking baby talk. He kicked my legs open to get deep access into me, causing me to shoot prematurely all over the couch. Just then I felt the rican shove in and freeze.
"Oh papi, you makin yur big daddy shoot!" he warned, gripping me tighter. "I'm about ta cum, man. Git ready, cuz when I cum, I cum BIG!"
A split second later, I felt his dick head open up somewhere in my intestines, then felt a tidal wave of sperm flood my asshole. He came and came and came and came. Five, six, seven, eight gushes of hot cum shot into me, filling me up in a pool of semen. I could actually feel my stomach swell from the access, causing me to bloat as if I had just stuffed myself at my mother's dinning room table around her holiday feasts.
I awakened on the floor of my office, having obviously fallen off the sofa in my sleep. Ghost Present was gone, causing me to think that I was safely back in reality. That is until I quickly noticed that I could still feel the ache in my bowels from the two previous fuckings I'd received. I touched my middle finger down to my soggy ass lips between my legs, only to find that they were wet and swollen from all the activity they'd gotten. My middle finger easily slid inside, coated by a thick layer of cum. I felt my dick start to swell as I recalled how well I'd just been fucked. I couldn't believe that it's been MONTHS since my last sexual encounter, and how I had two big loads of fresh semen swimming around inside my body. I was just getting ready to start pulling on my dick, when I realized that I wasn't alone.
Just then I noticed another Ghostly figure perched quietly a top my desk. He sat silently, donned in black hooded rags that shrouded his face in complete darkness. He was an ominous figure, staring back down on me with evil looking red glowing eyes. I felt an instant chill run through my body, as I felt for sure that I was looking into the eyes of Satan himself!
to be concluded....