4 comments/ 21871 views/ 9 favorites Todd Thomas' Ghostly Misadventures By: Green_Gabe My name is Todd Thomas, and I see dead people. Yes, I am totally aware of how cliché is, but there you have it. And no, before you ask, I don't "help them along", or any such nonsense. I can see ghosts, but that's about it. I've never heard one talk, or make any sound at all. "Well okay," you ask, "then what do they look like, smart guy?" Why thanks for asking! They look like people, just pale and, uh, glowy. They are completely white and shimmery, and just a little transparent. From the waist down, they end in a long tail that floats a little above the ground. "That sounds interesting, I suppose", you say, "but what do they do?" Alright, a little impatient are we? Very well. Most of the time? They fuck. A lot. Yes, you read that right. Perhaps it will be easier to tell you about my first time seeing ghosts. It'll probably clear things up. Or not. Who am I, Spielberg? Figure it out on your own! Anyway, here's what happened. I was only fourteen, and had just started high school a few weeks ago. I went to a high school in the city, so I had to take the subway to get there every day. Being the social butterfly I am, I was terrified. But that's not important to the story, so let's go on. I had already sat down, and had started reading a book. Some girl in her teens had gotten on, and sat across from me. I didn't have much experience with girls, so this eighteen year old girl wearing skinny jeans and a tank top really caught my eye. Even now I can remember her long blonde hair reaching the top of her firm breasts, framing her pale face perfectly. She had but her ear buds in already, and was listening to some music, when the ghost floated in. Considering the situation, I'm impressed I didn't piss myself. It floated down the aisle, and stopped right before it got to the girl. It grinned, and moved towards her. Now, dear reader, I may not have been completely honest with you. I neglected to mention something. All ghosts, along with the white skin and glowing complexion, have penises. Yes, even the female ghosts. It sits right about where it would on a normal person, just a little below the hips. At the sight of this girl, the ghost got hard. It floated around to behind her, and grasped the sides of her head with its hands. It didn't look like she felt it, but from the way his fingers were curled, he had a firm grip. Then, with a thrust of its hips, it slid its dick into her head. It passed right through her, and I saw the head pop out of the center of her forehead. He pulled back, and thrust in again. I quickly glanced at the girl, to see how she reacted. To my surprise, she just stared ahead, eyes unseeing. She looked like she was daydreaming, or listening to her music. I don't want to go into detail, but I have more experience with ghosts now. From what I can tell, they enjoy fucking people's brains. It doesn't seem to do any damage to them, but when they do it, it 'separates' the mind from the body, for lack of a better term. For all intents and purposes, it looks and feels like the person is just daydreaming, or lost in thought. None of the people I've ever asked seem to realize something had happened. And no, before you ask, I've never been brain fucked. I tried it, when I was younger, out of curiosity, but ghosts just ignore me. I've even tried touching them, but they don't react. If I make enough movement with my hands, I can make them drift one way or another, but that's about it. "Hold on Todd," you say, with an annoyed look on your face, "what happened on the train? What happened to that girl that you described so vividly, and with such attention to detail?" Well I'll tell you, beloved reader. Pretty much nothing. The ghost fucked her until he came, spewing some kind of ectoplasmic semen into her head, and a minute late, the train got to her stop. She snapped out of her reverie, and got off the train. Pretty anti-climactic, I admit, but that's life. Bite me. Anyway, this story starts much later on in my life. I had graduated from college already, and was working in an office. Don't even bother asking what I did in the office. It's so horribly mundane, that I won't even bother going into it. Ah, whatever, let's just get into it. ******************* I sighed as I shuffled some papers into an ever-growing stack of shuffled papers. I leaned back in my office chair, and rested the back of my head on my cubicle wall. Just a few minutes to rest my eyes, and then I would get back to work. "Todd!" A sharp voice pierced my quiet 'meditation'. I jerked up in my chair, causing it to tip over, and not-so-gently deposit me onto the floor. I looked up as I lay on my back, trying to see past the starts that whizzed around my vision.My supervisor stood above me, with her hands on her hips. Emma Mathews, or as she prefers, "Ms. Mathews", is my direct supervisor. I don't know what she actually does, but apparently it warrants her having an office to herself, with a massive desk and a great window view. Her stern, always pissed-off attitude is a direct contrast to her looks. She has a heart shaped face, with rectangular glasses working with her ear-length brown hair to frame her face perfectly. Her breasts are large, at least in the D cups, but she does her best to hide them with carefully cut suit jackets. At the moment, her face was marred with a frown of disapproval. "Mr. Thomas," she said, despite my best efforts to get her to call me Todd, "Slacking off on the job is not permitted. Get back to work, or I'll have to write up a formal complaint." She then stalked off, probably to devour a gazelle or something. Getting to look at her shapely ass as she walked away was the only consolation I was going to get from her. As I pulled myself up off the floor, my mind wandered towards less than pure thoughts. I took a quick peek around the office. Fortunately, most of the office had left for the night. I was stuck doing the graveyard shift with Ms. Mathews for another few hours. I grinned to myself, and reached into my drawer. A few minutes later, I knocked timidly on the door to her office. A brisk "enter" came from behind the door, and I walked in. I'd only been in her office a few times, and it still inspired jealousy. It was at least three times as large as my cubicle, with a massive window on one wall, overlooking the city. In front of the window was Emma, sitting at her desk, which was at least as wide as my cubicle was long. Several ornaments adorned her desk, along with one of those brass stands that proclaimed "Emma Mathews, C.E.O". Behind the desk sat Emma, in a chair that appeared to be much more comfortable than mine. "What is it, Mr. Thomas? I'm very busy at the moment, and I can't afford to slack off like you apparently can." Damn, I hadn't even said anything, and she was already going for the jugular. I sat down in one of the seats in front of her desk (which was also annoying comfortable), and leaned forward. "Look, Emm- Ms. Mathews, I just came in to apologize for before, and to assure you that such behavior will not happen again." I put on a meek expression, and tried to look humble. This wasn't the first time we'd had this conversation, but I figured I'd stick with the tried and true. "Mr. Thomas, don't patronize me. This isn't the first time I've seen you slacking off, nor is this the first time you've come in here to apologize. If you really want to make it up to me, I suggest you get out of my office and get back to work." She shook her head, and picked up her pen, continuing what she was doing before I came in. Annoyance shot through me, and I reached into my pocket to pull out a glass jar I had put in there. With one deft move, I unscrewed the lid, and put the jar on the table. A ghost burst out, and whirled around the room. When it caught sight of Emma, it immediately got hard, and grabbed her head. As it began fucking her brain, Emma's eyes became unfocused, and her jaw went slack, with a line of drool starting to form. Her pen clattered onto the table, her fingers losing all dexterity. I had found out relatively early on that ghosts could not cross a perfect circle. It was easy for me to catch one in a jar, since they basically ignored me, and had the consistency of smoke. I encountered this particular ghost on one of the more populated trains. It was huge, with thick muscles, and a mean attitude. For some reason, when this ghost fucked people, they became even more detached, so that even touch could not interrupt them. I quickly closed the office door, and locked it. I pulled down all the shutters, and started for the table. I took a moment to consider Emma's lovely face. When she wasn't frowning, she actually looked gorgeous. "Slacking off huh? I'll show you slacking off!" I muttered to her blank face, as I undid the buttons of her blouse. Underneath, she wore a conservative cotton bra, which strained to contain her ample bosom. I greedily fondled her tits, savoring in the soft feel of them under my fingers. I quickly pulled off all her clothing until she was naked from the waist up. The ghost, which I nicknamed Gorgeous, was not dissuaded, and moved whenever her head did. As long as I didn't move her too quickly, he would keep going until he was spent. Ghost semen is a funny thing. I'd found that although it didn't have any damaging effects on a person's mind, it did seem to attract ghosts to those who had more than others, and make them go down more easily. I'd been slowly filling Emma up with ghost semen for the past few months, using these regular office visits as a cover. I grabbed one of her large breasts, and sucked and nibbled on her nipple until it hardened. I repeated on her other breast. Within a few minutes, her nipples stood proudly, and she was breathing heavily, with her skin flushed. I helped her up to her feet, and got to work on her skirt. Within a few minutes, and with a bit of maneuvering, she stood completely naked, that blank expression still on her face. I reached down to her crotch, and slipped a few fingers into her pussy. It was already wet, but I spend a few minutes teasing her clit, just to be sure she was lubricated enough. I gently bent her over her desk, taking care not to dislodge Gorgeous. He seemed pretty unconcerned with the whole thing, opting to continue pounding her brain with his cock. I slipped off my pants and fished out my dick, which was rock hard at this point. I bent my knees to align better with her soaking pussy, and thrust myself in. Oh god. Heaven. I had played with her tits before, but this was the first time fucking her. Holy hell, she was tight. I almost came just from forcing myself in. I felt her vaginal muscles clamp involuntarily, which didn't do anything to ease my way in. I continued until I was all the way up to the base, and stayed there, savoring the feel of her warm pussy. With a jerk of my hips, I slid out, and thrust back in. Pleasure washed over me, as I pumped in and out of her. Her tits were pressed up against the table, so I reached forward and grabbed them, not stopping my thrusts while I did so. I'd love to say I did this for hours, but after six minutes, I could feel myself reaching my limit. I increased my thrusts, pounding her pussy harder and harder. When the pressure became unbearable, I slammed my cock in as deep in as I could, and came hard. Waves of pleasure washed over me as ropy strand after strand of sperm shot into her. I'd saved up for a week in anticipation of this moment, and it had definitely been worth it. I slipped out of her with a sigh, and (slightly wobbly) staggered over to my clothing, which was lying in a heap near her desk. After quickly getting the both of us dressed, I waited for Gorgeous to finish up. It only took him a few minutes until he shot his seed into her. I quickly coaxed him into the glass jar, and leaned over Emma's shoulder. She was still out of it, and I whispered into her ear. "I bet you enjoyed every minute, huh? You love getting fucked by me." I grinned to myself, quickly got back into my seat. About a minute later, she snapped out of her reverie, and blinked a few times in confusion. Her skin was still flushed, but she seemed to have calmed down. She fixed her stare on me, and frowned again. "Mr. Thomas, what are you still doing here? I told you to get out!" She said. I got up, and headed to the door, when she spoke up again. "Uh, Mr. Tho- Todd?" I turned around. Her tone was different; almost dare I say it, friendly? "I know you've had a lot on your plate recently, and I appreciate the work you've done". She said, looking slightly embarrassed. I was so surprised, I could only stutter out some sort of thank-you, and rush out the door. As I closed it behind me, I reflected on what had just happened. I grinned. It seems life was looking up for me after all. ************************ Well, that was interesting, right? I'm sure you've all got your theories on what happened, but please, save it. I'm sure when I write a sequel; I'll break your poor delicate hearts, dear readers. Hmmm, on second thought, forget that. Post as much as you like. I TOTALLY won't use any and all comments as "inspiration" for future work, I promise! What's that? Pregnancies? Don't be ridiculous! I'm not THAT mean! I had a vasectomy a few years back, for basically this exact reason. I'm an opportunist, not a monster! I think that about wraps it up for now, hope you enjoyed, and please, send me any and all feedback, I'm very needy about this kinda stuff. Tootles! Todd Thomas' Ghostly Misadventures Ch. 02 (Author's note: You may have noticed the title change. This is to accommodate Literotica's word limit. Be happy folks, it just means I'm adding chapters now!) My name is Todd Thomas, and I see dead people. And no, in all my years, I've never seen one that looked like Bruce Willis. None of them has ever asked for help "moving on", or telling me what it's like "on the other side", or any of that crap. In fact, I've never even heard any of them make a sound, ever. "Well poop" you say, "there goes all my hopes of finding an afterlife." Yeesh, who let that guy in? Now I just feel sad. Anyway! Yeah, so ghosts float around a lot, and fuck people's brains. "Say what? Just what have I stumbled onto?" you cry out in horror. Goddamn it, really? Where'd all these people come from? Go read my first story first! Who even starts reading something in the middle? Okay, I think that's all the exposition I can stomach in one sitting. Now, this next story happens about two weeks after my first one. Nothing special happened in those two weeks. I mean, aside from having sex with my boss at every opportunity I could. Holy hell, that woman is amazing. "That's it, Todd?" you say, your arms crossed, with a pouty look on your face, "Is that all you have to say about her? She's a strong, smart, independent woman, and all you can say is "amazing"?" Jeez, relax! I didn't want to go into details, okay? I work in an office, in a cubicle. Nothing interesting ever happens there. I will say this though. After that first time, Emma got a lot nicer to me, and everyone else, for that matter. She ever smiled once. It looked like it hurt her face to do it. Maybe if she practiced more often.... So yeah, this next bit happens in my house (read: apartment). I started working late regularly, since it gave me an opportunity to spend quality time with Emma on a regular basis. This particular night though, I got back earlier, and hadn't had time to be with Emma. You guys don't realize how easy you have it. I had to take the subway home, horny as hell, while all around me, ghosts were fucking people. Normally, you only get one or two per subway car, and they usually go for people wearing headphones, or reading a book. Tonight, they seemed to have it out for me. Not only were there at least five of them, but they all seemed fixated on people sitting either right next to me, or directly across from me. Do you know how awkward it is to have to hide an erection while the woman across from me is staring blankly at you while an ephemeral dick is sliding around her noodle? "Wow, Todd, you're such a sympathetic hero!" you gush, "I can really understand your pain, and suffering!" Nobody likes a smartass, dear reader. I'm just trying to set the tone here. I... Nah, I think that's enough tone setting. The tone has been set. Were I to think of a word describing the tone, I would use "set". Heh. Oh, gosh, I crack myself up. Okay, let's jump into the story. ******************* I woke up in total blackness. I raised a hand to my face, to rub my eyes. I couldn't even see it. I tried to think back to what had woken me, when I heard a loud crash, and the sound of breaking glass. I looked around, but I still couldn't see anything I flopped out of bed, trying to untangle the sheets from my legs. I fumbled around until I found the chain to the lamp next to my bed. Without a second thought, I yanked it, turning it on. Ohgodohgodohgod. A brilliant pure white light filled the room, burning my retinas as testament to my stupidity. I fell on my ass, with my hands clapped over my eyes. With one hand, I blindly groped around until I found the stupid lamp and turned it back off. Gently easing my hands off my poor eyes, I looked around. Still darkness, but it was now accompanied by floating white spots that lingered in the center of my vision. I remembered why I woke up in the first place. I got to my feet, and stood up. I walked towards the main room, and smacked my face right into the closed door. I staggered back a few steps, clutching my nose. I blinked away tears, and forced myself to stand still. I stood there until I felt awake enough to go into the other room. With a quick nod, I opened the door. You'd think for a guy who regularly sees ghosts floating around, there wouldn't be much that could surprise me. But what I saw in my living room made me pause for thought. My living room window was open, letting a stiff breeze in. On the ground next to my window, were three things: A broken glass bottle, a girl wearing all black, and a ghost that was currently fucking her brains out. She was dressed in black sweatpants, a black sweater, and a black ski cap. Long blonde hair hung down past the ski cap, and pooled around her face. Her face was cute, round, with freckles on her cheeks, and large blue eyes that stared blankly ahead while she drooled into the carpet. She looked like she was a sophomore in college. The ghost holding her head in a death grip while it pistoned in and out of her, was a personal favorite of mine. She had long black hair and large heavy breasts, but what really got me was the look of fierce pleasure she got every time she fucked someone. I guessed in real life, she was a sadist. I had nicknamed her Penny. I walked over to this bizarre tableau to get a closer look. From what I could tell, our would-be-thief had jimmied the window open, and slid her way in, but knocked over the bottle holding Penny while she did. Catwoman, she ain't. Right now, Catwoman was on her knees, with her head on the floor, with her arms lying limply on the floor, with her ass sticking high up in the air. I took pity on the girl, and hoisted her to a standing position. I held her by her shoulders, and led her over to the couch. After sitting her down on the couch, I decided to get some answers. I waved my hand around Penny's ephemeral form, dispersing it enough to break her away from Catwoman's head. I managed to get her trapped in my cupped hands, but I knew it would only hold her temporarily. I sat down in the cushiony chair next to the couch, and waited for the girl to snap out of it. Since Penny didn't get to finish, I didn't have long to wait. She blinked a few times, still staring ahead, until she shook her head, and looked around. "What happened?" she asked, with a confused look on her face, "the last thing I remember was..." I let her finish her train of thought. "Just take it easy, okay? You had a nasty fall." I said, in a tone I hoped was calming. "Can you tell me your name?" I couldn't just keep calling her "Catwoman" after all. (Okay, yes I totally could, but telling the police Catwoman robbed you probably wasn't a good move). "Yeah, it's Kari. I was-"her eyes widened as she realized what she had said. She abruptly stood up, and started running towards the door. I got up too, and started towards her. "Hey Kari, stop!" I tried to grab her, while keeping my hands clasped together to hold Penny in. Kari turned around and, I kid you not, let loose a spinning kick that would've made Jet Li proud. My whole world turned upside down and sideways and backwards as I crashed onto the carpet. My legs turned to jelly, and I let loose some kind of garbled noise, halfway between a squeak and a groan. I groggily looked up from the carpet to see Kari standing listlessly yet again. When I had expertly blocked her kick with my face, Penny had slipped out of my hands, and resumed fucking Kari. Poor Kari was slumped against a wall, knees barely supporting her weight. As I occupied myself with the task of sorting out what was my face, and what was floor, I pulled myself up. I stumbled my way over towards Kari, and held her shoulders. "Okay, that was uncalled for. Just for that, I'm going to make you my bitch for the night". I sat her down on the couch again. I worked the zipper on her sweater, revealing a black tee-shirt with a low-cut neckline. Her skin was pale and soft, tantalizingly leading down under her shirt. I pulled off her shirt with some manipulation of her arms. I was greeted by small, perky breasts, clad in a plain black bra. "You really like color-coding for the occasion, don't you?" I said, as I gently kissed each breasts. I fumbled with the bra clasp, opening it with a snap. Firm rounded breasts greeted me happily. A few freckles stood proudly at the top of her breasts, leading up to her shoulders. I played with her nipples, enjoying the firm feel of them. I slipped the ski cap off her head, and let her blonde hair tumble down past her shoulders. I stared into those blank blue eyes briefly. She looked totally out of it. A quick glance up told me Penny was having the time of her life. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy as she pumped in and out of Kari's head. She looked like she could go all night. I grabbed the waistline of her sweatpants, and pulled them down, revealing smooth, pale legs, and cotton panties. Unsurprisingly, they were black. I pulled those down to her knees, and lifted her legs up. A neatly trimmed vagina revealed itself to me. I leaned down, and slid a couple of fingers in. Unsurprisingly, she was already wet. Prolonged ghost fuckings tend to do that. I teased her clit for a few minutes, just to be sure. I let go of her legs for a moment, and quickly pulled down the boxers I had been sleeping in. My dick was already rock hard, thanks to me being blue-balled today. I put her legs over my shoulders, and slid the tip of my cock inside her. I grunted in surprise. She was tight. Like, oyster tight. It took effort to push in more than a few inches. I guessed she was either a virgin who lost her hymen, or had only had sex once or twice in her life. With some work, I built up a rhythm inside her. The room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. I felt the pressure building inside me, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer like this. I thrust in a few more times, and pulled out slowly. I slowly stroked my cock, while thinking to myself. My jaw still hurt from her ninja kick, and I wanted payback for that. My eyes glinted devilishly as an idea popped into my head. I grabbed her arms and legs, and flipped her over, so her stomach was on the couch, and her rear hung off the edge of the cushions. With some work, I propped her legs underneath her, so her butt was high in the air. I stuck a few fingers in her wet vagina, to lubricate them. Then, slowly as I could, I slid my sticky fingers into her ass. There was a ton of resistance as I forced my finger in. Her ass muscles clenched involuntarily, squeezing my finger tightly. I persisted, slipping another finger in. I kept this up, until I felt she was ready. With a gentle exhalation, I slid my dick into her ass. I'd never had anal sex before, so I had no idea what to expect. For future reference, "the tightest hole you can imagine, squeezing from all directions" would be accurate. I let out a strangled moan as I was met with incredible resistance. Even lubricated as it was, my dick was not being greeted kindly. I gripped her hips for leverage, and started pumping deeper. Her ass jiggled as my stomach hit it, bouncing her whole body forward with each push. The sensations were overwhelming, and I once again felt the pressure building. I didn't slow this time, instead thrusting in as hard and as deep as I could. When I could take no more, I shoved my cock in as deep as I could, and came so hard my ears popped. My tortured balls released their load deep into her ass, sending currents of pleasure running through me. With a pitiful little gasp, I slumped down against the cushions. I gently pulled my softening dick out of her poor ass. I plopped down on the couch, looking upwards to see how Penny was doing. She had opted for long, slow thrusts, her hair drifting weightlessly around her with every movement. Her back was hunched, her breasts hanging low enough to tickle the top of Kari's scalp. After taking a moment to regain muscle control, I gathered up our clothes, and put them on their respective body parts. I made sure to use a few Kleenex on Kari's ass, for what it was worth. By the time I had tidied up, Penny had increased the speed and pacing of her pumping, the tip of her dick poking out of Kari's forehead with each thrust. Not much later, she came too, spewing ghost semen inside Kari's skull. I grabbed an empty bottle, and coaxed a tired looking Penny into it. I sat back down as Kari started to wake up. She looked around again, a confused frown plastered to her face. "How did I..." she trailed off, trying to recall how she got here. Once again, she jumped up, and made for the door. Like the idiot that I am, I got up to stop her, again. I grabbed her arm with one hand. She whirled around and drove her knee straight into my balls. As I lay on the floor, clutching my groin, contemplating my existence in the universe and certainly not whimpering like a dog, I heard the door open then slam shut, as rubber-soled sneakers beat a quick staccato on the floor outside. I dragged myself over to my easy-chair, and hauled myself up into it. I leaned back, and let out a sigh. Once I felt confident enough to stand without the aid of crutches, I tiredly made my way back to my bed. Flopping down on the soft mattress, I curled up against my pillow, and was asleep in minutes. ******************* Whew! Pretty crazy, right? If you think that was fun, you should've been there in the morning, when I counted the number of bruises I had! Buckets of fun all around. And before you ask, beloved reader, I'll answer your most pressing question first. Yes, "Penny" is short for "Penelope". There, I'm sure that will satisfy all your curiosities for quite a while! Don't worry dear reader; we'll get back to Emma eventually! What am I, a Tarantino movie? Chronological order is for wimps! Thanks again for all your feedback! It gives me a warm tingly feeling inside! Okay now, Ciao! Todd Thomas' Ghostly Misadventures Ch. 03 My name is Todd Thomas, and I see dead people. And no, none of them look like Patrick Swayze, and absolutely none of them have ever helped me make pottery. Although there was that one that kinda looked like Whoopi Goldberg.... Um, anyway, yeah, ghosts. Pale, floaty, the whole nine yards. And, of course, ghost dick, and an insatiable libido. Confused? Go read some of the earlier chapters. I hear the guy that wrote them is super cool. This next bit of story happens only a week or two after the second chapter. My black eye had long healed, and people had stopped making Fight Club references around me. "Oh I know that movie" you say to yourself, "I can really connect with this guy!" Ha, thanks reader! That makes me feel all tingly inside. You know, like chicken soup in the winter, or bronchitis. So yeah, I suck at introductions. Let's just jump right in. ******************* I was at the water cooler, shmoozing with one of my coworkers when "it" happened. We were just going over the finer points on whether Batman could totally kill Superman, when an angry voice filled the office. "WHERE THE HELL IS TODD?" Emma raged, stomping through the cubicle aisles like a T. Rex in a butcher shop. She looked around madly, a large vein on her forehead standing out prominently. Her eyes locked on to me, standing by the water cooler alone, since my coworker had apparently been taking ninja classes on the side, and was probably hanging from the ceiling or something. Emma stalked over to me, zeroing in with all the ruthless action of a predator looking for food. I felt my heart beating madly, trying to jump out of my chest, as she backed me up against the wall, her glare so hot I could feel steam rising around my head. "Uh, hi Emma?" I tried, deciding to get the first words in. "You look lovely today. Did you do something with your hair?" It took all my willpower to stop my voice from cracking. "Where the hell is that financial report, Todd?" She spat out viciously. "You were supposed to have it in my office yesterday!" Shit. I had completely forgotten about that damn report. Ghostbusters was on and I had fallen asleep afterwards. I ran my hand through my hair, and tried to think up an excuse on the spot. "Well, you see..." I started, my eyes darting around, looking everywhere, anywhere, besides her face. "No, YOU see!" Emma fumed, "If I don't get that report in by tomorrow, you can just pack your stuff and get out!" She stomped off to her office, ultimatum delivered. The entire office let out a collective breath. "Wow, tough break Todd," my coworker said, appearing by my side. I didn't look, but I assumed he was busy putting away his smoke bombs and a grappling hook. "She's been acting real bitch for the past week, huh?" He gave me a cheeky grin, and ambled off to his cubicle. I flipped him the finger behind his back, but his last comment stuck with me. Emma had been acting more stressed out than usual, pushing us to work harder and whatnot. She had gone from cool and efficient, to tense and critical. I decided to pay Emma a visit. ******************* "What is it, Mr. Thomas?" Emma said, looking up from the sheets of papers spread all over her desk. Her previous rancor had dissipated, leaved her looking tired and weary. Her hair, which was usually carefully arranged, was disheveled and hung limply. Though she had used makeup, I could see dark rings around her eyes. Whatever was making Emma worked up was really taking its toll her. "I'm just here to give you that report you asked for," I said, holding my hands up in a pacifying gesture, one hand clutching a manila folder. "Sorry it took so long to put together". I put the file on her desk, and look at her with concern. "Are you okay?" I inquired, genuinely worried about her. Emma may have been strict sometimes, but she was still a damn good boss. Plus, all that sex I got from her really improved my job satisfaction. She let out a sigh, and her shoulders slumped. She looked like she was weighing her options in her mind. She looked at me, and then she told me. And then I got mad. ******************* I stormed my way down the hall, heading for the elevators. Blood pumping in my ears, mouth a hard line, I must have look more pissed than I realized, because people who saw me coming gave me lots of space. It may have had something to do with those red spots floating around the corners of my vision. I mashed the call button for the elevator, ignoring the stares of those around me. When the elevator came, I rode alone, all the way to the top. I thought back to what Emma had told me. Apparently, Emma's boss "Ms. Weathers" was pushing for a promotion. By "pushing", I mean threatening to fire Emma if she didn't increase sales by 10% every quarter. She was running Emma ragged just to get a raise. Just thinking about it made my blood boil. The elevator arrived on the top floor, after what felt like an eternity. I stalked down the corridor until I found a door with a plaque that said "Carol Weathers, Finance Director". I took a deep breath to steady myself, then went in. The door opened to a reception area, with chairs and a secretary behind a desk. The secretary behind the desk was a young looking guy, who couldn't have been past his late twenties. His head was propped up by his head, over his desk. To the rest of the world, it would have looked like he was particularly engrossed in today's crossword puzzle. No one else would have seen the ghost pumping in and out of his head. The ghost didn't look particularly strong. It was visibly male, but with lean arms and squinted eyes that looked like he had worn glasses when he was alive. Nevertheless, it was gripping the secretary's head as hard as it could, its face pinched in concentration, thrusting his dick into the guy's brain. The secretary's out of focus eyes and blank expression were all the encouragement I need. As long as I didn't make too much noise, or touch the guy, he wouldn't snap out of it until the ghost was done. I walked slowly across the carpeted floor, making sure not to bump into anything. I headed for the door in the back of the room. Under the frosted glass window, was another brass plaque, proudly announcing Ms. Weather's office. After a quick glance over my shoulder, to make sure the secretary was still occupied, I opened the door, and slipped inside. The first thing I noticed about the room was how large it was. I had thought Emma's office was big, with a window and large oak desk, but this one made it look like a broom closet. The whole place was done in futuristic aesthetic, all pure whites and glass, very ultra-modern. Behind the clear glass desk was Carol Weathers. She had golden blonde hair, pulled back in a businesslike bun. Her suit jacket and skirt were a dark navy blue, and her crisp white blouse was unbuttoned enough to show an impressive amount of cleavage. Her eyes, a piercing grey, were focused on a document on her desk. She hadn't even bothered looking up when I had come in. "Well?" she said, scribbling something on a piece of paper, eyes glued to her desk. "What do you want?" I decided not to play her game. I crossed my arms and waited. If she didn't have the courtesy to look at me, I didn't feel the need to feed her ego. She continued writing for about a minute, before she put down her pen with an irritated huff. "I said, what do you wan-?" she trailed off, finally looking up. Her brow twisted in confusion, as she tried to remember if she knew me. "Who the hell are you, and how did you get past George?" When I didn't say anything, opting instead to start towards her, she started to worry. She reached for the phone on her desk, presumably to call security. Before her hand could touch the receiver, I whipped out the glass jar I had hidden in my back pocket, and unscrewed the lid. Gorgeous swirled out of the jar like a great perverted genie. He stretched a powerfully muscled arm, and grabbed Carol's head. With a soundless grunt, he thrust his already erect cock inside her head. Immediately, her body went limp. Her arm flopped bonelessly onto the desk, just a few inches from the phone. All expression drained out of her face, and her mouth hung open. I quickly locked the door to the office, and made my way over to her. She was sitting in a sleek and contoured swivel chair. I grabbed on to the back of the chair, and pulled her away from the desk, giving me unobstructed access to her body. My breathing grew shallower as I pulled open her suit jacket, accidentally popping off a few buttons in the process. Her blouse soon followed. Now her breast were exposed, restrained only by her bra, a lacy delicate thing, which was a surprising shade of red. I pulled down the cups of the bra, but kept it on. Her breasts spilled out, still supported on the bottom by the bra. They were rounded, a creamy shade of white, and nearly as large as Emma's. I gave a nipple an experimental twist. Carol inhaled quickly, and I could smell that she was getting aroused. I leaned down and gently bit one, while fondling the other. In my mouth I could feel her nipples responding to my touch, hardening in between my teeth. I reached a hand down between her legs, and stuck a finger into her pussy. I could feel the muscles inside her clench around my finger, even though her face didn't show any reaction. She was definitely wet, but not as wet as I would have liked. That was fine by me. I had a few ideas on how to get the proper lubrication. I quickly unbuckled and pulled off my pants, stroking my growing erection. I put one hand on her shoulder, and pushed her farther down into the seat, until her head was level with my waist. Gorgeous ignored me, and continued thrusting into her head, despite the fact that his incorporeal body was halfway through the back of the chair. I brought my dick up to her mouth, and rubbed it around her lips. I watched in pleasure as her lipstick rubbed off onto my dick, staining it in random spots. When I was fully erect, I grabbed a handful of her hair, and thrust my dick into her mouth. Her mouth was hot and wet, even hanging loose. Her breath was like fire, scorching the tip of my dick. I groaned as I forced myself in deeper, sliding over her tongue. I felt her throat clench involuntarily at my intrusion, increasing the pressure on my cock. I pulled out slowly, savoring the feel on my shaft. Once half of my dick was out, I thrust back in, guiding her head with a fistful of her hair. The room filled with sloppy, wet sounds, as I fucked her face. I felt myself getting close, so I pulled out, panting heavily. My dick was covered in saliva, with a thin strand suspended between her mouth and my tip. I grabbed her by her arms, and pulled her up onto the desk, lying on her stomach. Papers fluttered to the floor, followed by pens, clattering on the tiled floor of her office. I pushed her skirt up past her hips, and admired the view. Her breasts were pressed against the table, flattened into a round shape. Her arms lay in front of her, partially hanging off the edge of the table. Her ass was pointing in the air, in all its fleshy glory. Nestled between her cheeks were matching red panties. I pulled them to one side, and pushed my dick up to her pussy, which was engorged and dripping. I rubbed my dick in between her nether lips, pushing in a little at a time. One I had teased her enough, I grabbed hold of her hips, and thrust myself in. Lubricated as I was I was met with no resistance, save her walls tightening at my intrusion. I slammed my dick into her, opting to find a slow and hard rhythm. The room once again filled with the sound of flesh slapping on flesh. I pumped in and out of her angrily, thinking about how upset Emma had been. I really wanted to make this greedy bitch pay. I pulled out of her as suddenly as I had started. My cock was now slick with two of her juices, and was quivering at attention. I had an idea on how to make her pay. Something I'd been thinking about for a while. I grinned as I grabbed her by the shoulders, and flipped her over on the desk, so her back was now on the glass, and her ass was hanging off the edge. I held her legs, and lifted them up to my shoulders. I spared a glance at Gorgeous. He was still going strong, entirely unconcerned with my erratic movements. I grabbed my dick with one hand, and lined it up with her anus. With my other hand, I sent in an exploratory finger, testing how tight she was. Her anus clamped down hard on my finger, preventing further progress. I pulled out of her, and spit on my index and middle fingers, and tried again, pushing slowly but steadily. Within a few minutes, I had loosened her up acceptably. With bated breath, I put the tip of my twice-lubricated cock up to her ass. Grabbing her hips once again, I slowly pushed myself in. Oh. Wow. She clamped down so hard on my dick that I thought I was going to lose circulation. I gritted my teeth, and pushed harder, forcing myself deeper. Finally, she began to loosen up, and give way for my dick. It took a bit of effort, but I worked up a rhythm, pumping in and out of her ass as she rocked back and forth on the table, knocking over more papers. Finally, I could feel myself about to climax. I grabbed onto her tits, and increased my thrusting, grunting with each movement. I slammed into her, and exploded. I felt rope after rope of semen shoot into her ass. I didn't stop thrusting until I was completely finished, pulling out of her with a sigh. I collapsed onto her swivel chair, my body weak and sweaty. I pulled myself up, with an effort and collected my clothes. In a few minutes, both of us were clothed again. We were both covered in sweat, and the smell of sex hung heavily on the air, but other than that, no outward signs of my escapade existed. Gorgeous looked like he still had a few minutes left, so I passed the time by playing with her boobs. "Not so mean now, you greedy bitch?" I said, mauling her breasts. "Stop taking advantage of people, huh?" I might have continued the one-sided conversation, but at that moment, Gorgeous came, spewing ectoplasmic semen into her brain, so I grabbed the glass jar, and scooped him inside as soon as he was done. I slipped out while Carol was still in a daze from the ghost semen. The secretary was still zonked out when I left, although he had shifted in his seat. Now it looked like he was sleeping at his desk, instead of reading the paper. Either way, he didn't notice me sneak out and quietly close the door behind me. ******************* The End! They lived happily ever after...oh wait, no, that's a different story. This one ends with a bit differently. Emma came into work the next day a much happier woman, as her boss had lightened the work load she was responsible for. There was much rejoicing throughout the office. I'm not kidding. We actually threw a party. There was cake. I hope you guys enjoyed this one! As always, feedback is much appreciated. Yes, I'm talking to YOU.