"Who... who're you...?" I asked nervously, sensing something mysteriously different about this ghost as he sat silently atop my desk on an invisible throne. He didn't speak, he merely sat still like a giant stone statue, but somehow even while I couldn't see his face, he seemed strangely familiar.
Suddenly I felt the room turn ice cold as ice-sickles began to form on the ceiling and furniture. I feared freezing to death as I had no clothing to cover myself in. Then Ghost Future opened his robe, revealing his muscular dark skin body and heavy hard dick. My eyes nearly popped from their sockets when I saw the size of his 14 inch erect monster. Mesmerized by his sight, something beckoned me forth. I walked up to the edge of the desk, my eyes transfixed on his bobbing dong which seemed to hiss and weave like a giant black cobra between his legs, the fat round tip dripping pre-seed like snake venom. I licked my lips hungrily, opening my mouth wide to fit his humongous prick inside without even being told to.
His dick was like chocolate, very addictive. I sucked and swabbed the head as best I could, gathering as much of his thick nectar onto my tongue as possible before swallowing it down. I bobbed my head back and forth, trying to take as much of his dick in before choking to death. The more I sucked, the more pre-cum sprung forth. His cum was like crack cocaine, the more I ate the more I wanted. After several minutes of sucking on half of his hard wood, Ghost Future pulled away selfishly like a spoiled child.
"Why...?" I asked, watching his spit wet prick pulse only inches from my face. "I wasn't finished sucking it." I complained, my stomach yarning for his delicious load. "Can I suck it some more? Please?"
Burning red eyes told me "no". Then he held his arms out for me. I climbed up onto the desk, and leaned into his grasp. Red eyes enveloped me in his shroud, warming me instantly with the heat from his hot body. I felt his thick manhood slip between my thighs, poking out of the back of my legs like a phone pole. Just like the other two times, the room turned extremely white with brightness, and in an instant we disappeared.
We re-appeared in the center of a cemetery. It was a dark, damp, and dreary night as I stepped out nude from Red Eyes' shroud. In the distance I saw a large group of mourners gathered, sobbing uncontrollably as a tiny coffin was lowered into an open grave.
"What are we doing here?" I asked the ghost, fearing my own demise. But Red Eyes didn't say anything, he merely pointed as if he wanted me to keep looking. His silence was really starting to become aggravating.
I walked forward down a row of fold chairs holding what had to be family, friends, and other supporters. I recognized a few people, some of my employees were in attendance. They all seemed to be sobbing, sorry to see the person in the coffin go. I was suddenly touched as I came to the conclusion that these people were here for me. They were here to support me in my death. I had no idea they cared so much. Then I noticed the picture of the deceased displayed before a bail of flowers. It wasn't me after all. The picture was of a kid. A boy. I didn't recognize him, but he looked no older than 5 or 6 years of age. It was then that I realized who he was. It was my secretary's son. I knew he was sick, but I didn't know he was THAT sick. I knew his name, but for some reason it was escaping me. It began with a "J", something like "Jerry" -I think.
"Jamal!!" I heard his mother (Kim) scream, falling to her knees at the grave as the coffin was being lowered. She tried to climb down into the hole with her son, her eyes crying a practical river of tears as her husband Joseph Harris and his family tried to hold her back.
"No Kim, he's gone! Let him GO!" yelled Joe, hugging her tight.
Kim sobbed into her husband's chest as the coffin finally reached it's resting place at the bottom of the grave. When the diggers released the straps, Kim's tears turned to scorn.
"This is HIS fault, and you KNOW IT!!" she screamed, pushing herself away from Joseph violently.
"Kim, this isn't the time or the place..." reasoned Joe.
"When IS, Joseph? Jamal is DEAD! He had ONE chance to recover, but YOUR BOSS was too stingy to give us the loan we desperately needed for his operation! What kind of MONSTER is he?!!"
"Kim, please...mr Jones did what he could to help...but his financial state isn't what it's supposed to be..."
"Don't you dare..!" growled Kim through clenched teeth. "Don't you DARE defend HIM after what he's done! He's a slave driver! He horde his money while forcing his workers to work overtime at slave wages without overtime! He's an evil, vile, angry, disgusting man, whom deserved to die! It's because of HIM that our boy is DEAD! DEAD, Joseph! All he had to do was write us a check, and Jamal would still be alive today! It should be HIM in this grave, not Jamal!"
Joe tried to move in to comfort his wife, but Kim was hell bent on blaming me for her son's death.
"Don't touch me! I know what I'm saying! You KNOW I'm right! He KILLED our son!" she yelled, pushing away from her family. "May you Burn in HELL, Jeremiah Scrooge!" she added, before storming from the sight in a huff.
Joseph followed her, running after her like a weakling. The other mourners mummer and whispered, but soon departed as the grave attender started to pour dirt onto the casket.
The sight cleared out quickly. I walked up to the grave, looking down into the open hole that held Jamal's tiny body. The attendees didn't see me as they continued to shovel. I turned back to Red Eyes, feeling his disapproving stare even without seeing his face.
"What?" I asked, standing in the center of a grave yard completely naked. "That boy's death is NOT my fault! I had nothing to do with his illness, that was a birth defect given to him by his parents! I run a business, not a charity!"
Again came the whiteness, sweeping us away from the cold out doors and back into my office. This time when we entered, we weren't alone.
"What the...?" I asked, noticing a doppelganger of myself sitting behind my desk working. The calendar on the wall read January 1st, New Years Day, one week away. The digital clock in the corner read after 7pm. "What's going on here?" I asked Red Eyes, to no avail. "I demand to know what we're doing here!!" I yelled in frustration.
Just then, I saw the door to office open slowly. My doppelganger was hard at work fixing my books, and didn't see the figure enter the room. They was dressed in a hooded sweat shirt, jeans and sneakers. I couldn't see their face too clearly, as I was unable to make out if it was a man or a woman. They stared at the ME sitting behind my desk, breathing hard but not saying anything. After a few seconds they reached into their sweat shirt and pulled out a gun.
"NO!" I yelled, trying to warn my other self.
The figure aimed the gun at me, then cocked the barrel. The real me rushed over to tackle the gun-men just as the other me lifted his head to see the assailant.
"What are YOU doing here?" asked my double, just as the trigger was pulled. A shot rang out, filling the room with a thunderous explosion. The bullet passed right through the real me as I dove to save myself. I fell straight through the shooter, phasing through him like a ghost before hitting the floor painfully. I looked back just in time to see my double struck in the chest with the bullet. His eyes widened as it pierced his heart. The shocked expression on his face shown the realization that the shot was a fatal one. He fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes, our eyes meeting for the first time as he reached out to me before dying. It was rather unnerving seeing ones self die such a horrible manner.
The shooter dropped the smoking gun onto the floor. I knew then that it HAD to be Kim Harris (Jamal's mother). She was the one that hated me the most, cursing me at her son's funeral and wishing me harm. It HAD to be her. Who else would want to see me dead? The shooter turned away, and walked slowly back towards the door as I cursed and swore my revenge on her. Of course she couldn't hear me as she reached the door and turned around one last time for one more look at my dying body before leaving. This time when she turned, I recognized the facial features.
"Joe..." I whispered, watching my killer walk away.
I got up from the floor to run after him, but was stopped cold when Ghost Future caused a cold wind to slam the door shut on me, trapping me inside with my own corpse.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I asked, furiously. "He's getting away!"
I tried opening the door myself, but it wouldn't budge. I ran over to the windows, but they were locked. The phones were disconnected, I couldn't call the cops, nor an ambulance. When I turned around, my dead body was gone off the floor. The room was back to normal. 'So nothing happened yet?' -I asked myself, noticing Red Eyes on the sofa with his robe open to reveal his enormous 14 inch hardon standing up from his lap like a third arm. I knew what he wanted. In order for this dream to be over and this day to never have happened, he needed to fuck me (just like the others had). At that moment I noticed my asshole growing wet from the two previous loads shot inside me. I walked over to the couch and straddled my silent partner's legs, then lowered my soggy hole down on his log.
"OOOoooo..." I moaned, feeling the massive pole split me in half as the head and 6 inches of his thick shaft sank into me like a hot knife through butter. I groaned heatedly as I drove my ass downward onto Red Eye's erection. I felt like a slut as I bounced up and down on my third dick of the evening, taking more and more of it with each descent. The thick log stretched my anal ring tight like a strained rubberband, growing thicker the closer I got to the base. Pain shot through my entire body from my rectum as I dropped it like it was hot, and sat down on it fully. Finally I felt my ass cheeks touch his lap. I felt completely stuffed, grounding my horny hole down around in his groin. "Fuck me...please..." I begged, biting my bottom lip to keep from crying. I felt as if my insides were about to burst. But I knew what I needed right now was a good, deep, hard fucking by this big hard long monster dong. If it was a dream anyway, what harm could it cause?
Slowly I started to rise up off his dick, my ass ring turning outward as it clung to the thickest part of his hard oak. About half way up, I shoved back down on it, driving it back up inside me like a plunger. The cum lining my insides made fucking myself a little easier as it seeped out all around the girth of his dick. I slid my ass up and down on his slick pole, massaging his massive muscle and feeling it dig deep inside my aching gut. His huge hands grabbed at my bouncing buns, gripping them tight as I rode him like a bucking steed. His big thick dick dick thrusting through me like a huge pillar, slicing my body in half with each thrust as it lodged its way somewhere around in my stomach and chest areas. Red Eyes allowed me fuck myself for a while as I got used to his massiveness, watching me whore myself before finally flipping me over onto my back on the sofa. With my legs spread wide around his body, he started to hammer me with his gigantic rod, forcing a hard fuck as he bore his way through my aching colon with ease.
"Oh my gosh...fuck me, fuck me!" I grunted, taking his enchanted dick.
I looked up at his defined body, my hands running over his cut muscles as I took in all his dark slender and glory. Below I could see about at least 9 inches of his manhood pulling out of me before slamming back in up to the balls. My abdomen would swell every time he rammed inward, then would flatten back out with each withdrawal. I looked up into the dark hood and Red Eyed cloak. He was looking back down at me as he drilled me deeply. I could hear his grunts and growls grow louder every time he plunged into me.
"Fuck me!" I snarled through grit teeth, spreading my legs wider to accommodate his ghostly form. His hips slapped back and forth into my bare buttock, his big hairy balls bouncing against the crack of my ass. My eyes glassed over as my mind started to warp. His dick was driving me crazy with lust. It'd been so long since I had a dick in me, now in one day I had 3 of them pummel my anal pussy, leaving their thick, hot, wet loads in my colon as if I were some nasty video slut. In my lust filled state, I reached up and wrapped my hands around Red's neck, and pulled him down towards me. He came to me easily, his cloaked face lowering as our lips met. I kissed his full soft sensuously hot lips, feeling his tongue slither into my mouth as I sucked upon his wet tongue. He kissed me soulfully, making my body break into a sweat. When we parted, I pushed his hood back to reveal his face. I gasped in shock when I realized my Red Eyed Future Ghost was none other than Joseph Harris, -my secretary and would be killer.
He smiled down at me just as I started shooting semen all over my chest and abs. Joseph slammed into me several more times, my spasming asshole convulsing around his loose cannon. Before long, he shoved himself all the way into me, then came off inside me like a water hose as fire burning cum poured out of his pulsating dick to flood my bowels with it's third load of ghostly juice.
I passed out from the climax.
Morning, and I heard the voices of my staff members out in the work area outside my door. I was asleep on the couch, fully dressed in the same attire I wore yesterday for my arrival back into town. An empty bottle of Jack Daniels lay on the floor beside the couch, indicating that I'd drank myself into a drunken stupor last night. I laughed to myself when I realized that my night of ghostly visitors, was probably just the results of too much liquor. And here I truly thought I was headed towards certain death if I didn't change my ways.
"Good, it was just a dream..." I whispered in relief, sitting upright on the sofa. "It wasn't real."
Outside my door, I heard some of my employees wishing each other a "Merry Christmas". The calendar on my desk read December 25th, indeed it was Christmas alright. 'Time to put a stop to this', -I thought to myself as I hoped up from the sofa to dash any hopes they had of celebrating today. I screamed out in agony, grabbing my abdomen as I doubled over in pain. It felt like someone had stabbed me in the gut with a large knife. Before I could upright myself, a sea of semen gushed from my dilated asshole, drenching the ass of my pants and boxers in warm, wet, slimy sperm. I felt a mass of semen running down my legs in rivers as I quickly realized last night was NO dream!
"Oh my gosh..." I whispered, my asshole throbbing from the painful reminder.
"Mr Jones?" called my assistant Harris as he knocked on my door. "Are you all right, sir?"
"Yes, yes!" I yelled back, not inviting him in. Thank goodness I had a change of clothes in my suitcase.
I quickly stripped, cleaning myself as best I could of all the dispersed cum before re-dressing into something appropriate. Once I felt presentable, I stepped out of my office to greet my workers.
"Merry Christmas!" I cheered, receiving strange looks from my staff.
"Sir...? Are you all right?" asked Harris, concerned by my new found joy.
"Yes, of course! Today IS Christmas isn't it?" I asked.
"Yes..." he answered, skeptically.
"Then like I said..., MERRY CHRISTMAS to each and everyone of you!" I said, walking over to Harris to give him a xmas hug. His stiff body warmed up as he wrapped his arms around me to hug me back, tentatively. "Merry Christmas!" I yelled to the rest of my staff, hugging and kissing my stunned workers. They all looked shocked as I announced I was letting them go back home to celebrate with their loved ones. Then they cheered and clapped their hands when I offered to pay them holiday pay as well. The look of joy on their smiling faces made me feel warm inside. As they reached for their coats and hats, I came across the old Janitor whom stared at me curiously. "Merry Christmas Larry!" I said, recalling his nude body and long hammer from the night before. He smiled, missing teeth from his awkward grin.
"Merry Christmas to you too, mr Jones." he said back. Then I noticed him adjust himself with his hand, my eyes followed his dick print as he scratched at his nuts. I quickly turned my back to him, needing another shot of Jack to calm my frazzled nerves. Joe was calling his wife to tell her the good news. I walked over to him, and handed him a check.
"Sir..., what's this for?" he asked, holding the phone up to his ear.
"For Jamal's operation." I said, patting him on his back. "Make sure he has the best care money can buy. Uncle Jeremiah will see to it that he has a full recovery." I said, walking into my office.
"THANK YOU, sir!" said Joseph. I could hear his wife screaming joyously over the phone as I closed my door for privacy. I reached for my office phone, then dialed security to order them to give Miguel back his job, with a raise. I knew he'd be needing all the extra cash he could get with a family and going to school at night, but I was rooting for him.
Then I made one last call to LA, to talk to my ex-lover Melvin McDaniels. He was surprised to hear from me after over 20 years. But I have to admit, he sounded good over the phone. As luck would have it, he was coming into town in the coming year on business. He was looking to expand and open an office branch of his firm here on the east coast, which meant he may be moving back into town. He and his wife had split up, and he was single again. I felt my asshole throb as memories of our love making filled my mind. He wanted to see me again, "for old times sake" if I was interested in meeting him that is. I agreed, then finally admitted how much I loved him after all these years, and never wanted to see him go in the first place. Melvin expressed his own love for me after all these years, saying he never forgot me, and even named his first born son after me. We agreed to meet next month, to try to rekindle the old flame. If our past life together was any indication, our future was about to become A Wonderful Life!
the end Merry Christmas DOGG