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XXX-Mas Carol

By: TheTalkMan



(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. This story features a character and continues a storyline from another one of my works, but saying which one would give away the surprise. If you really want to know who it is before reading the story, check the author's note at the end. Finally, I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

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Scott Baker was a good man.

He always tried to do the right thing at all times. He had been born and raised in the city of Parkersboro, and even though the city was well-known for its widespread and deep-seeded corruption, it was his home. He was part of a volunteer board in the city seeking to start change from within, not by seeking outside help but by doing things right and encouraging others to work the right way. Like support local-owned businesses and not be a slave to the big corporations.

That all sounded very good and idealistic, but in practice it wasn't so easy. Scott owned a family-run bookstore that his father had started. They specialized in carrying both the newest releases and antiques and older classics. It was well-known in certain book collecting circles, but that didn't mean they were exactly reeling it in cash-wise. Times had been tough, though business had been steady enough to keep him afloat, but just barely. He didn't know how long this could last. He had been forced to let some of his employees go, but his few remaining workers were all hard-working and supportive of his choices. His few employees were passionate for the work and passionate about being locally owned. 

But being owned locally had its drawbacks. Business had been slow, and they simply couldn't afford to take many days off. So that's why he found himself working on a quiet, sleepy Christmas Eve. Snow was drifting lazily to the ground, dulling all the noise outside. It was just him and Christine, one of his employees. She had been a star for him, easily his favorite. She had gone to the local college and had picked up a job here to pay the bills. She had been working there for about three years and she had been a model employee. Christine worked hard and went out of her way whenever she could. Whenever Scott needed help sorting the books and doing inventory, she volunteered. Scott felt bad for making her have to work on Christmas Eve and sacrifice time with her friends and family, but she gave no indication that she was mad or annoyed or anything. She was happy to help.

Scott just didn't know what to do. He felt like he was backed into a corner, and he wished he could figure out the way to get out of it. He had to increase business, but he didn't want to compromise his ideals. He wasn't stupid enough to pretend that things like the internet and computers were making books and bookstores obsolete, but he wasn't about to throw in the towel when there was a healthy segment of the population out there still used to the old ways. He wished there was a magic wand he could wave that would solve all off the store's issues. But there wasn't, which is why he and his employees had to step in and put in the hard work.

It was at moments like this that he felt bad for his wife, Kate. He knew it probably wasn't easy to be married to a guy like him, a guy who was so passionate about so many issues. But Kate might just be the perfect wife for him. She felt the same way he did about the city's issues and was equally as passionate. Whenever he spoke out about the city's problems, she was eagerly by his side. But in day-to-day life, she fought for the city in a different way, caring for the wounded as a nurse at the hospital. Scott wasn't sure how passionate she was about social change before meeting him, but after spending years in the hospital caring for gang members who had been shot, or having to care for people in organized crime, or witnessing the corruption that pervades even as deep as the city's hospitals... that was enough to turn even the most blasé citizen into a crusader for social change. So, Kate was on Scott's side, making her the perfect partner for him.

It didn't hurt that she was darn cute. She definitely possessed what was known as 'girl next-door' good looks. She was a natural blonde with a fit body and a bright effervescent smile. What Scott liked best wasn't these cosmetic features, but it was her brain. She could stimulate him on an intellectual level unlike any other woman he had been with, so there was nothing he could talk about with her that was over her head. They had fallen head-over-heels for each other immediately.

Both of them worked heavy hours to get by. Scott often wondered whether his wife resented being the bread-winner of the two, making him again feel down about his store's lack of success. But on the slow days like today, when he began to feel down, as if by magic, she would call to check in with him and brighten his day. She would always be there with a kind word to encourage him in what he was doing and telling him to stay positive. She was a great wife. So, being in a near empty store, he wouldn't get too down. Kate wouldn't let him.

"Baker's Books" was nestled in downtown, an older looking two-story brick building surrounded by buildings far more modern. Scott was well-aware this was prime real estate. Many real-estate developers and entrepreneurs had walked through those doors, waving lots of money at Scott to buy the property. Then, no doubt, tear it down and replace it with something more sleek and modern. But Scott refused. He held out. He took a certain pride in being this lone hold-out, this little mom-and-pop establishment surrounded by the fast-moving, impersonal modern heart of Parkersboro. Scott liked the idea of his little business being this beacon of hope in the den of corruption that was his hometown. 

Business was slow. Like, almost zero foot-traffic the entire day. As Scott began to count-out the money in the register, he looked up at Christine. She kept herself busy, sorting through the new arrivals, getting them ready to be shelved. Scott smiled as he watched her work. She never sighed. She never got bored. She never got annoyed. She just kept at it.

Christine was just a very nice, sweet young woman. Her parents had emigrated from Japan and worked hard to give her a good life, and in doing so they instilled a strong ethic in her. She was a literature major in school, so a job here was one of the things she was qualified to do and utilize her skill-set. Even though she was pretty quiet and could easily almost be forgotten about at times, she was a very warm presence. She was just so nice and so sweet. And plus, it was clear she admired Scott and the way he resisted giving into big business, the way he was devoted to supporting this town and the little guy. Christine was loyal to Scott, and always had his back when he had to make tough choices.

She was also a pretty young woman, and that showed through even as she tended to dress quite homely. She got the best of her parents' genetics, her Japanese heritage showing though proudly. She had striking, hazel eyes, hidden behind her cute, thin glasses. Her black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, which would bob when she worked. She had plump lips and creamy olive skin. And even though she was quite shy, her smile could brighten a room. She typically tended towards sweaters and jeans, dressing less practically then some her age might. She had a fit body, but she dressed down, not wanting to get attention for that reason. 

Scott watched her work and suddenly felt bad. She was loyal to him to a fault. She was missing out on time with her friends, missing out on Christmas parties and times with her friends and family just to work at his little store. He admired her loyalty, but he felt bad for taking advantage of her kindness and good nature. Scott checked his watch. It was 7 PM, one hour till close. The streets were quiet. Christmas was already starting for some. Scott came to a decision.

"Christine?" Scott called out, breaking the stillness. She jumped slightly and looked up.

"Yes?" she said, looking up at him from across the room, her slight accent echoing through the stacks of books.

"I tell you, I don't think anyone else is coming in." he began.

"Oh, you never know. Last minute shopping maybe?" Christine offered, always thinking positive.

"No one else is coming in." Scott affirmed and she nodded, reluctantly agreeing. "Go home, Christine. It's Christmas. I shouldn't keep you here."

"I don't mind." she said. "I can stay here. I didn't have any plans." Scott wasn't shocked by this. Christine seemed so shy and quiet to him, he couldn't possibly imagine her being a party animal. He knew she would just go home, relax and read or something like that, but it would probably be better than wasting her time here.

"It's fine. I can handle it. If we get a huge, last-minute rush, I'll take care of it." Scott affirmed with a smile. Christine smiled slightly. "Merry Christmas, Christine." Scott said warmly.

"Thanks, Scott. Merry Christmas to you too." Christine replied. "I, uh..." she began, about to reach for her bag. Then, the bells above the door rang.

That's when Stacy Robinson sauntered into "Baker's Books."

She was not an unfamiliar presence in this store, but she was not necessarily a welcome one. She was the representative of one of those property developers that had been hounding him. About every six months or so, she would come in and give Scott the sales pitch, trying to get him to sell his business, to sell out. 

It wasn't like she was unfriendly or anything like that. She was just very... corporate. She was always dressed in very expensive, designer business outfits. She dressed well, she drove a fancy car and she always carried the most current expensive accessories, like fancy handbags, fancy smart phones and the like. Stacy was perfectly pleasant but she was almost too smooth for his tastes. She was a great sales-woman, and Scott knew it, so he could always sense that she had an ulterior motive when dealing with him. 

Stacy was quite a beautiful woman. Gorgeous, even. She had elegant chestnut hair, falling in waves down her back. Her face was perfectly made-up with pillowy lips and striking green eyes. Her business suit was perfectly tailored for her, highlighting her impressive body. Her suit was a cool gray color and she wore a thin, green blouse beneath it, unbuttoned a bit and spread to show off her bountiful breasts. Her clothing highlighted her impressive breasts, showing off their round, firm shape. Her pants clung to her long, firm legs and round butt. And, as usual, she wore leather high-heels, choosing style over practicality, even in inclement weather. As she came in, she pressed the button on her keychain, locking the doors on her parked BMW. As Scott and Christine looked up at her, Stacy smiled, flashing her brilliant white teeth.

"Scott Baker." Stacy called out. He sighed.

"Hello, Stacy." Scott replied. "You're working late?"

"You know me, burning the midnight oil." Stacy said. "Besides... it's Christmas! I wanted to catch you in a jolly mood." she said smoothly. She looked around, eying the stacks of books, the old wooden shelves, and the warm yellow lighting of the old light bulbs above them. "Busy night?" she asked knowingly, glancing at Scott and his employee.

"Not too bad." Scott replied coolly. He glanced at Christine and she began to back away, not wanting to get in the way of her boss at work with this woman. She moved towards the back room to get her stuff. "What brings you in, Stacy?"

"Wow, you act like I'm not coming in for a purchase? Maybe I want to get a book?" Stacy said with a lilting laugh. Scott rolled his eyes slightly.

"You don't strike me as a reader." Scott replied. She smiled and held up her hands.

"I confess... you got me!" she said with a giggle. Scott eyed her, waiting for the other shoe to drop. "Okay, I guess I'll get to it, then." she began. "My boss wanted me to come by and see where your head's at. How's business?"

"Business is good." Scott said simply. 

"But, it can't be that good." Stacy replied. "I've kept an eye on you guys for a while now, and... there's no way this can last. Keeping up the payments on the building and slow business... Scott, this can't keep going. This is a digital world. Brick and mortar stores like this are a thing of the past. If I wanted one of these books, I can download it to my phone in five seconds. I know you're a good man... a loyal man, but in business, you can't be stubborn. When the ship is sinking, it's all nice and noble to say you would go down with the ship, but that's stupid. It's outdated. If you can get out, then get out and save yourself. We are willing to give you $750,000 dollars for this property. I know you didn't pay that much for this building, and I KNOW you are drowning in bills. Scott... I implore you, take the money. Give you and your wife a nice little nest egg for the future."

"Stacy... nothing's changed. I'm not selling." Scott said simply. Stacy paused for a second, then smiled, like one would smile at someone who was hopelessly naïve.

"I admire your resolve, Scott Baker, but I will break you down someday." she said with a laugh. To be honest, she was incredibly attracted to the man standing in front of her. Sure, they were opposite in many ways. She, a high powered executive, and he, a local book-store owner. He cared about this town and what was best for the little guy, and she... didn't. They were about the same age, he was 32, and she was 33, but Stacy always felt a bit more mature compared to him. She was experienced in the ways of the world, while he came across almost childishly idealistic. He saw the best in things, and Stacy saw what was actually there. But, Stacy almost admired his naiveté. She admired his strong, unbreaking will. A woman like her, with her beauty, and her body, and her aggressive nature, could mow over most men in both business and pleasure. But someone like him, someone so committed to his ideals, so unbending in his beliefs, it was a refreshing change. He made her competitive juices flow. She wanted to beat him, to conquer him, to break him. And because of that, she wanted to fuck his brains out.

It certainly didn't hurt that he was super hot. Most of the men she dealt with were guys in suits with slicked hair and cheap cologne. Scott was genuine. He tended to dress in jeans and a simple t-shirt, or a flannel shirt, but that worked for him. He was tall... and fit... and friendly... and dreamy. Stacy loved dealing with Scott, even though it was infrequent. He was her white whale, the one so many were after. She wanted to be the one to conquer him. She admired his friendly manner and his mop of brown hair. She even liked his glasses, those chunky black ones that were in style. Even looking at him now, with his five o'clock shadow and his slightly frazzled hair, she only wanted him more. 

"I can tell you're a practical guy, Scott. You're worried about what's next, and you're not the type to just sit around and live off your savings. You love to work. So, if you agree to sell, not only will we purchase this property, we would be happy to put you and your employees in new positions. My boss is very well connected, and she could put you in any industry you can imagine. Plus, a guy like you, with such a strong will, you could fit in wherever you want." Stacy purred, putting her arms on the counter.

"I'm still not budging, Stacy." Scott said, holding up his hands. She simply smiled.

"I tell you what, Scott." she began, looking around at the near empty building and then checking her watch on the underside of her wrist. "There's that bar Harper's, next to the Grand Hotel. That's where I'm staying. I've heard they've got a really good wine selection there. How about, you close up a bit early, we head over there, and let's talk business over drinks? Get to know each other better." she offered with a light smile, bending over the counter, pressing her huge breasts into her arms, pushing them out. But, like the good, upstanding man he was, his stare didn't waver from her eyes.

"I'll have to pass." Scott said simply. She straightened up and looked at him. She reached into her purse. 

"Well, I'm sure you have a whole stack of these from me, but this is my new one." she began, handing him her business card. 

"New boss?" Scott asked, recognizing the differences in her card. 

"Yes, I was made an offer I couldn't refuse." Stacy said with a light laugh. "She's new in town but she is really amazing. She sold me on her immediately. I was happy to jump ship. Apparently, she's been around awhile, so I'm surprised I'd never heard of her until recently. But she's amazing. She's capable of things that are... pretty incredible. And, conveniently, she is even more aggressive about this property than my old boss was."

"Conveniently?" Scott questioned. She smiled.

"Of course. I love giving you my pitch, Scott. I wouldn't trade that for anything." she said with a brilliant smile. A heavy, awkward pause fell between them, Scott not fully understanding why she enjoyed being around him, or if this was all simply part of her sales pitch. Before the pause could get too long Stacy spoke up. "So... if you change your mind, make sure you call me first. Anytime."

"Will do." Scott replied. 

"Well... I guess I'll have to find someone else to buy me a drink." she teased. "But I'm sure he won't be as much fun as you would be." she said with a flirty lilt.

"Well, uh... good luck." Scott said, not wanting to give an inch to this dangerous creature.

"Alright then... I hope business keeps booming." Stacy teased, backing up towards the entrance. "And Scott..." she began, looking back at him. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas." Scott replied warmly, kind even to this woman he didn't care for. As the bell rang and she stepped out, Christine re-entered Scott's sight. Scott turned to her and she smiled at him, happy that he had turned that woman away.

"You're mind hasn't changed, right?" Christine asked. Scott took the card and dropped it into the garbage can next to him. Christine smiled.

"Go home, Christine." Scott said. "Enjoy your Christmas Eve while you can." She nodded.

"Okay. Thanks." she said, bundled up in her warm coat and knit cap. "Um... Merry Christmas, Scott."

"Merry Christmas, Christine."

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A couple hours later, Scott found himself walking down the bitingly cold streets of downtown Parkersboro. He had closed up the store for the night and began his walk home. His wife, Kate, was a nurse, so she had taken the car that day. And even though she had offered to pick him up, he called her off. The roads were terrible and he didn't want to inflict that on his wife. And besides, it wasn't a long walk home.

As Christmas carols echoed through the buildings and snow whistled through the air, a bundled up Scott trudged home. Parties rang throughout as everyone enjoyed their Christmas Eve. It hurt a bit to know that Scott wouldn't be having that level of fun tonight. Neither he nor Kate exactly raked it in, and they both were practical, not living beyond their means. So they had a small Christmas planned, only a few gifts planned for each other as well as a small meal. But, despite that, he was still happy. 

Scott smiled as he walked by some carolers and heard voices from the mass of people in the big church. He heard the steady ringing bell of a charity collector, braving the bitter cold for charity, and even though he didn't have lot of money, he was happy to part with a few bucks for a good cause. Because even though he didn't have a ton of wealth, he had a good life. His wife was beautiful, and smart, and intelligent. Kate supported him in all of his choices, even though they might not be for the best financially. She was always there for him and she always believed in him.


XXX-Mas Carol



Kate was a pretty woman with straight, shoulder length blonde hair. She had a good tan, and even though she was raised near a beach, she didn't complain during the cold Parkersboro winters. She kept herself fit and her lithe body displayed that. Plus, she was on her feet all day, always moving. She had a nice, cute, round butt and perky, B-cup breasts. Also, she was incredibly smart. Obviously, working as a nurse might indicate that, but she was very bright and well-read. Scott was attracted to her in all ways. And that's what kept him warm on nights like this one.

Scott was an optimist, a very positive person. It was never fun to come home to a dark house, but he understood. Kate worked crazy hard, so Scott understood her urge to pass out as soon as she got home. As Scott got to his dark room and saw her sleeping form on her side in the bed, he still smiled. It was always good to have someone to go home to, you know? As he disrobed and got cleaned up, his wife began moving around.

"Hi baby." she groaned out, half asleep.

"Hey." Scott replied. "Long day?" he asked.

"You have no idea." Kate replied. "People got into the holiday spirit a bit early."

Scott laughed as he slipped into bed behind his wife. He curled up behind her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She smiled and reached behind her to ruffle his hair.

"I love you." she purred.

"I love you too." Scott replied. He took off his glasses and put them on the bedside table. He didn't know how tired he was, because minutes later, sleep was about to overcome him. 

But... before that could happen, he was startled from his revere as he heard a noise from downstairs. He wanted to ignore it, but he knew this wasn't the best area of town, so slipping into some pajama pants and putting on his glasses again, he went to investigate.

He stepped downstairs and began looking around. He turned on the lights and glanced around, making sure the coast was clear. As he went into the living room, he flicked on the light switch that controlled the Christmas tree. As the white light of the trees shown through the living room, Scott breathed a sigh of relief, realizing the house was empty. Then, suddenly...

"My..." purred an unfamiliar voice from behind him. With a jump, he spun around, and his eyes widened. There was a woman behind him. 

"You've grown." the woman finished. At first, he didn't recognize her, but then, a memory popped into his mind. A memory from long ago. He suddenly remembered.

"Little Scotty Baker." The woman said. "Time has been very kind to you." she admired, looking at him.

Scott definitely remembered her. She was Mrs. Thomas, his next door neighbor... from his childhood. She stood before him, and she looked exactly the same as he remembered. Like, exactly the same as she did when he was thirteen. She seemingly hadn't aged a day. Now that she was in front of him, all the memories came flooding back to him. 

There was a time when he had all her details memorized. In his younger years, he had had something of an infatuation with her. To put it simply, Mrs. Thomas single-handedly sent Scott into puberty. Even though she was their neighbor, and his parents' friend, young Scott had been obsessed with her. And it was pretty obvious why. She was the type of woman any guy would obsess over.

Mrs. Thomas was a gorgeous blonde with enormous breasts. When he was younger, adults like his parents seemed boring and dull. Adults like Mrs. Thomas seemed way more fun. Whenever there were get-togethers, she was the life of the party. Scott didn't deal with her a lot and he didn't have a doubt that she knew what she was doing to him. Whenever he got the chance, his greedy eyes would gaze at her massive knockers, pouring from whatever revealing top she chose to wear. They always looked so round, and smooth, and perky. Scott remembered the way they would bounce, and the way her nipples would show through her tops. Scott remembered the way she would shake her butt when she walked. He remembered how smooth and shiny her long legs looked whenever she wore tight little shorts. And then there were those lucky days when Scott would catch her sunbathing in her bikini. Those were the good days.

But the thing he remembered most wasn't her big breasts, or her round ass, or her long legs. No, the thing he remembered most was her hair. He remembered how blonde and shiny it was, like golden silk. He remembered the way it curled lightly, and the way it glowed in the sun. To a young man like him, she looked like an angel. 

He now had that same feeling as she stood there in his living room. There was something otherworldly about her. She shone in the darkness in an almost unnatural way. She was literally glowing. Scott was just staring at her, mouth slightly open. Scott blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to clear this incomparable image from his mind. 

"Do you not remember me?" she asked, toying with her top.

"You can't be here." Scott began. "How are you here?" She simply smiled at his confusion. Scott again noted the unnatural glow about her and the fact that she hadn't aged a day. His eyes suddenly widened. "Are you... are you a... ghost?"

Mrs. Thomas laughed.

"No, Scott... not quite." she said. "I am..." she began, as if choosing her words carefully. "I'm an apparition. A projection based off your mind, your memories, your innermost thoughts. I assure you, the real Mrs. Thomas is alive and well, and still having a grand old time, although she is not quite as perky as she used to be." she said, running her fingers over her jutting breasts. "I am here at the behest of a very powerful being, a being who recognizes the great tragedy you are playing a part of, and if you don't change now, great tragedy will befall you."

"This... this can't be real!" Scott began. "I've lost my mind!"

"No, I am afraid this is very, very real." Mrs. Thomas purred. She approached him, and the moving air carried her memorable, perfumed scent to his nose, bringing back a slew of sense memories. Scott didn't know what to make of this, and he began to panic.

"I need to go." he began. "I need to go." He ducked around her and tried to walk away.

"Scott, I'm afraid what is about to happen must happen and there is nothing that can be done to change that. You can't just go back to bed. You can't just ignore this. This has to happen. This has to play out." Mrs. Thomas said coolly. Scott stopped and turned to look at her. 

"What's about to happen?" he asked. She smiled. 

"While I might not be a ghost, tonight... you will be meeting the real thing. You will be meeting three spirits who will show you the error of your ways. Three spirits who will show how badly you are wasting your life, how you are missing out on true, soul-fulfilling happiness." Mrs. Thomas said.

"No, Mrs. Thomas. I am happy. I am fulfilled." Scott replied. Mrs. Thomas laughed.

"Scott, once you see what you are missing out on, you will realize how bad you have it." Mrs. Thomas claimed. "But don't take it from me alone, I am sure the three spirits you are about to meet will convince you."

"Three spirits on Christmas Eve...?" Scott wondered. "Wait, is this like that story?" he asked. She smiled.

"You would be amazed how many things that you might think are fake that are in fact very, very real." she claimed, jutting out her round chest at him. He couldn't help but glance down at them. Even though he knew this was simply an apparition, the fact that this was Mrs. Thomas, and that she was just like he remembered her, and her breasts were just as big and full as ever, and her perfume was hitting his nose... his dick had stiffened to full readiness. Without looking down, Mrs. Thomas smiled knowingly. She knew how she affected Scott. She knew she had him wrapped around her finger. He looked back up at her. 

"What are they trying to convince me to do? What are they going to show me?" Scott asked.

"Exactly what you need to see." Mrs. Thomas answered. "And when this is over, you will be brought back here. Back to your home. Back to your wife. It is up to you to decide where to go from there." 

"Wait, where am I going?" Scott asked. She smiled brightly. Suddenly, the lights of the Christmas tree glowed brighter and brighter, till the whole room was filled with white light.

And when the light disappeared, Scott was in a whole new place.

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When the light dimmed, Scott stood in a familiar place, his childhood home. And it was just like he remembered it. All the decorations were the same, everything was the same. Scott stood frozen until he saw other people run around him, towards the tree. He looked down and his eyes widened.

He saw himself.

He saw the 14-year-old him approach the Christmas tree. Scott was stunned by this. He was looking at himself from the past. And it was strange. He saw the younger him, at that awkward, teenage stage, still young, but growing. Scott couldn't stop studying himself. This was so strange to be seeing himself, reliving this Christmas memory. As he looked, his two older brothers joined him. His oldest brother Ken was twelve years older than him, and he was married with a little boy. His wife was there too. His other older brother Joe was four years older than him. 

As his parents and family entered the room, older Scott simply stood there in the middle. No one seemed to see him or acknowledge him in any way. Scott remembered this day, one of his favorite Christmases. And now, he was re-living it.

"They can't see you, Scott." A posh, slightly-accented voice said from behind him as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Scott jumped and turned around. Behind him was an unfamiliar figure.

This woman was out of place for a lot of reasons. Scott's first thought was that this woman was from an era long past, like she could have been a woman that landed at Plymouth Rock. Like a puritan or something. She looked to be older, maybe in her 40's. She wasn't a bad looking woman, but she wasn't stunning or anything like that. She had a very classical, old fashioned look about her. She was very pale, but still very pretty. Her sunken hazel eyes conveyed a sense of sadness. Her red-hair was gathered in a long, tight pony-tail, hanging down her back. She wore an old-fashioned dress that was light blue and seemed kinda haggard and dusty. The dress was a bit bulky, but it was clear the older woman had a pretty decent body.

But now was not the time to be checking anyone out. Because Scott had no idea who this woman was, why she was here and why he was here. 

"Who are you?" a startled Scott asked as Christmas carried on uninterrupted around him.

"Hello Scott Baker." the woman said before pausing, searching for her words. "I am... the Ghost of Christmas Past."

"What?" Scott asked with almost a laugh at how ridiculous this situation was. This was a ghost? A spirit? What? Was this really happening to him? She looked so real. She looked as real as anyone else, and she could touch him and interact with him. She didn't look like a ghost you see in movies. She looked like a real person. But despite Scott's confusion, the woman was nonplussed.

"You can call me Emily." the woman said. She walked up next to him and examined the family enjoying the holiday. "What a lovely family... you looked like a strong young man even then."

"What is this? How are we here? Why are we here?" Scott stammered, beyond confused.

"We are here to examine your past Christmas experiences, and show you the error of your ways. Show you what you are missing out on." Emily explained.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked. "I've done everything right. I mean, I've lived alright. I've done right by others. I'm happy and healthy." Emily laughed lightly and turned to look back at the family opening gifts under the tree.

"I had a family like this once. A little boy and a little girl. A beautiful family, before..." she began, tailing off. Scott didn't push the issue. "Now, this particular experience isn't to show a mistake you made, but to show you the ways of the world. Christmas is a time of joy... of indulgence... of fully embracing the pleasures of the world. The mistake you've made is maintaining the idea that the best holiday gifts are the ones you find under a tree. Observe..." she said, gesturing towards him with her finger and leading him to a window. Outside, the snow was falling lightly. Emily pointed to the house next door, Mrs. Thomas's house. She pointed at a man approaching her front door, a guy that looked about 40 or so. 

"Now, who is that?" Emily asked.

"Oh, man, I forgot about him. That's Mr. Dale, he did a lot of work at the Church. Every year, him and his wife would bake cookies, and hand them out on Christmas." Scott said.

"Quite right. Now, your neighbor, Mrs. Thomas... that's a woman who understands Christmas. Who understands how to achieve joy, to indulge in the ways of the world." They watched as Mrs. Thomas answered the door in her thin Christmas robe. They watched them talk at the doorway before she invited him inside. 

"Now... let's go over there, see where things are at maybe... fifteen minutes from now." Emily began. With that, she snapped her fingers, and both Scott and her were suddenly inside the living room of Mrs. Thomas. There was silence for a few moments, before...

"AHHHHHH! FUCK YES!" Mrs. Thomas screamed out from upstairs. Scott could hear the creaking of the bed from above. "Fuck me, Ted. FUCK ME!"

Scott's eyes widened as he realized what he was hearing. He looked at Emily and she smiled lightly.

"Mr. Thomas was not a strong presence around this house. He traveled the world on long business trips and the like, leaving his poor wife unsatisfied. So, she indulges. She takes the pleasure she needs, damn the consequences. As she should." Emily explained firmly.

"Wait, what?" Scott asked incredulous. "You're on her side? She's cheating on her husband. And so is Mr. Dale! He's cheating on his wife! On Christmas!"

"And that's the point, Scott." Emily began. "Too many people go through life not knowing the pleasures that await them. That could be theirs. They deceive themselves with notions of religion or ethics, when in the end, none of that matters. What matters is the living. The experience. Living life to its fullest. Experiencing everything that there is to experience. And that's why this is happening to you, Scott. That is why we are here."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked.

"I'll put it plainly... Scott Baker, you need to start cheating on your wife." Emily said simply.

"What?" he asked with a laugh. "Are you serious?"

"Scott, we have observed your marriage, studied it. To put it bluntly, Kate does not match up to you. She is a waste of your time and your talents. Especially when there is so much..." she paused, and rolled her eyes slightly, as if hesitant to continue. "Pussy... out there for the taking. A man like you could have it all, but instead you saddle yourself with a woman who you know is beneath you, out of some sense of ingrained obligation. And the fact is you refuse to take what you really want. Now Mrs. Thomas... she took what she wanted. Mr. Dale... he took what he wanted. And they should both be commended for it."

"So, wait a minute... I have a spirit, a ghost... taking me to my past, all just to try to convince me to cheat on my wife?" Scott asked incredulously. 

"Oh, we will convince you to cheat on your wife. That is certain. It is vital that you do." she said, facing him. "It is vital for you not only to have a life well-lived, but for your personal success as well. Now, let's move on..."

Emily snapped her fingers, and they were both suddenly in the middle of a bar on Christmas Eve. 

"Scott, this is from ten years ago. When..." Emily began.

"When I met Kate." Scott finished. He remembered this night clearly. The party was at a local bar, and he had been invited by a friend of his. He didn't know a lot of people, though he was pretty sociable, so he was not bored.

"Look over there..." Emily pointed, looking even more out of place in her conservative, old-fashioned dress. Scott looked over and saw a younger, slightly slimmer version of himself, chatting at a bar with a buddy of his. "In thirty minutes, you lock eyes with Kate for the first time, and its true love... for her at least. You can't blame her. You're a fine specimen of a man. And you feel a connection, sure, one you think is love, but that feeling blinds you from that deep, physical connection you need. Observe..."

Emily and Scott watched for a while, watched that moment where Kate and Scott bumped into each other at the bar as she was ordering drinks. She was visiting with friends from out of town, so this was the first time they ever could have met. They watched young Scott make conversation with Kate, a chat that soon became flirting. Kate looked beautiful, in a simple blue dress and looking well-made up. They watched the couple move closer, becoming more intimate already. After a bit, Kate stepped away to go to the restroom, and they noticed the goofy look on Scott's face as Kate stepped away, a look that indicated the affection he already had for her.

"Now watch..." Emily said pointedly. At this point, someone new entered the picture. A voluptuous blonde in a hot pink dress sidled up next to Scott. Scott listened in on this conversation.

"God, I've been trying to get you alone all night." the blonde said.

"What?" Scott asked.

"Oh yeah, I've had my eye on you since you walked in." she said. She was drop dead gorgeous. Her dress was like silk, clinging to her curves. And she had curves. Massive, round breasts, jutting out in front of her. Her round ass was impressive and firm and perfect. Her slim dress was low-cut, showing off her cavernous cleavage. Her legs were long and sexy, and she wore matching pink high heels. This outfit was not built for winter weather, but it was doubtful she cared. She would rather look good than be practical.

"Why's that?" Scott asked.

"Cause you looked so good!" she said forcefully, sipping her drink. 

"Well, I'm, uh, flattered." Scott stammered.

"So, what do you think of me?" she said, standing back, dropping her arms to her sides, straightening her dress, letting him examine her.

"Well, uh... you look great." Scott said. She smiled.

"You're cute. I like you." she said. "My name's Samantha and I don't like to waste time. I'm hot. You're hot. Why don't we get out of here and go back to my place?" Scott nearly choked on his drink.

"What?" he asked the platinum blonde. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. I don't mess around. It's Christmas! Let's have some fun. Let's give some gifts to each other. Let's just go back to my place and do some filthy, disgusting things to each other. I guarantee you won't regret it." she said confidently. 

"Uh, I don't know about that." he said, not at all experienced with a woman being so aggressive and forward.

"C'mon, baby. This isn't a joke. Look at me. Are you really turning this down?" she said with a perfectly plucked eyebrow raised, her hands on her hips, showcasing her juicy body for him. 

"Shouldn't you know my name first?" Scott asked. She smiled.

"That makes it better, doesn't it?" she said. "I don't even know your name and I want to fuck your brains out."

Scott spied Kate emerge from the bathroom. He turned back to Samantha.

"I'll have to pass on that, I think." Scott said. "Sorry, Samantha." She pouted.

"Are you seriously gonna pass on this?" she asked, a little annoyed.

"That's... not how I work." Scott replied. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Well..." she began. "I guess I'll have to rock someone else's world then." she said, setting her empty glass down firmly and sauntering away.

Older Scott looked away from his younger form to the spirit next to him. Her pale, slim lips curled ever so slightly. 




XXX-Mas Carol



"That is Samantha Blake. She's a social climber... a slut. That is her role, and she is very good at it. That, Scott Baker... THAT is the woman you were supposed to end up with this dreary Christmas Eve." Emily said.

"What??" he said with a laugh. "No way!"

"Indeed." Emily said. "This is how you spent your night..." she snapped her fingers, and they were suddenly in Scott's living room. Scott and Kate were necking on the couch, their attraction to each other evident. Scott was filled with warmth at seeing this moment relived. "And this is how Samantha spent her evening." she snapped her fingers again. Suddenly, they were in an unfamiliar bedroom. And in the bed...

"YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME!" Samantha screamed. Samantha was furiously riding the cock of the fit man under her. Her entire firm, tan form was on display, her massive bare tits and round ass. The man beneath her was availing himself in her hot body, his hands on her full, round tits, squeezing them roughly.

"Ughhhh! Oh God! Yes!" Samantha groaned out.

"GUggghhh! FUCK! Samantha, you're so God damn good!" the man screamed.

"His name is Patrick Clark. A small-entrepreneur. Thanks to Samantha's aggressive nature, she brought out the best in him. What would have been a failing career turned into a bright and shining future. He is now the CEO of a multi-million dollar company. Scott... that could have been you. You settled with Kate, when you could have aimed higher. Think of what you could have been if you had just made the correct decision."

"I am happy with my choices." Scott affirmed. "Kate makes me happy. And I am not the type that needs money to feel accomplished."

"So you are happy wasting your skill? You are truly fulfilled even though you haven't lived up to your full potential?" Emily said, her tone staying level and never getting too emotionally involved. 

"I'm happy." Scott said again, not budging. "And I am not cheating on my wife. Ever."

Emily seemed slightly annoyed that she was having no effect. Finally, as if deciding internally to just say fuck it, she spoke up again.

"What if I offered to show you my breasts?" Emily said. "Would that change things?"

"What?" he replied, shocked. Scott was completely taken aback. He now had this women from the 1600's, this spirit, this ghost, offering to show him her breasts.

"I said, what if I offered to show you my breasts?" she said, pointing her body at him, facing him completely. "I know this dress might not make you think so, but they are quite big."

For the first time, Scott looked at this ghost's chest. The material of her dress was thick and bulky, but she was right. It was clear she had very big breasts. Really full, round, huge breasts. Even though the dress was not low cut or anything, it showed a slight sliver of her smooth, pale cleavage. 

"Your wife doesn't have very big ones, I've noticed." Emily said. "They are actually unusually small for a woman in this day and age. Would looking upon a great, big pair like mine change your feelings? Would seeing them make you realize how inferior your wife is? Is it possible that you are far more attracted to a ghost than your wife?"

Scott was absolutely flabbergasted. Sex had been the last thing on his mind at this point, especially with this woman. She was a ghost. The spirit of Christmas Past. And ignoring all that, it wasn't like she was some hot babe. She was a normal, regular-looking, pretty older lady. It was really presumptuous to assume that Scott was ready and raring to fuck her. But, despite all that, even Scott couldn't stop himself from glancing at her chest as Emily unbuttoned her top, and more creamy breast flesh was being revealed. Finally, Scott shook himself.

"No. No. NO!" Scott said, turning away, running out of the room. Without turning around, he called back. "Whatever the next step of this is, let's just go to it. Move on!" 

Suddenly, there was a flash, and just like that he was somewhere else.

************

Scott was suddenly in his bookstore again. He looked around, and it looked like he was back to the night this all started, Christmas Eve of the current year. He was all alone in the bookstore, and he didn't know if this was over or what.

Then the door opened.

The bells over the door rang, and as soon as the person entered, it was clear that this was not over. Not by a long shot.

This woman was quite different from Emily. While Emily was an old-fashioned woman, this woman was clearly something more modern.

She was a stacked brunette. She was absolutely gorgeous, with silky hair, perfectly plump lips, striking eyes, and brilliant white teeth. She also had a deep, sexy tan that was even all over. And the way she was dressed? Quite frankly, she was dressed like a porn star. 

She was wearing a stretchy, latex Christmas elf outfit and it barely covered her. She looked like a sexy elf, like one of Santa's helpers, but taken to the extreme. She wore tall, high-heeled green boots that went up to her knees. Above that, her sexy thighs were exposed, leading up to a ridiculously small, green latex mini-skirt, which barely went below her ass. I mean barely. Above the hem of her green skirt was her smooth, flat belly and sexy belly button. Dangling from her pierced belly button was a small, silver chain, which ended with a small, colored pin designed in the shape of mistletoe. Her top matched her skirt, a stretched green latex which molded around her absolutely massive breasts. They looked huge on her thin frame, jutting out in front of her, looking so soft and round as they burst from her slim frame like ripe fruit. Her top was practically molded to her huge chest, basically acting like a miniscule sports-bra, stretching around the sides and covering up just enough at the front to remain decent. But it was shockingly low-cut, showing off an impressive amount of her smooth round tits and deep cleavage. The latex had red trim around the edges, right where the tight material dug into her smooth skin. She wore stretchy, latex gloves, colored red, which went past her elbows. And on top of her head, on top of that perfectly styled head of smooth sensuous brown hair was a red and white Santa's hat, the little puff of material at the end bouncing as she walked. Bouncing the same way her mammoth breasts did.

She sauntered daintily into the store, her high-heels clearly keeping her slightly off-balance, but that didn't stop her from walking as fast as she could towards Scott.

"Hi!" she said excitedly, her teeth flashing brilliantly as she bounced towards him, her jiggly bits barely contained by her skimpy outfit. She came to a stop a few feet in front of Scott and put her hands on her hips, posing cutely.

"Hi, hon. I am, like, the Ghost of Christmas Present." she began, talking like a valley girl. "But you can call me Sophie."

"Oh, uh... you're a lot different from the last spirit." Scott remarked, not knowing what to make of this woman. She did not fit in at all with the stacks of heavily bound books throughout the store. 

"Oh, yeah. Emily? Ugh!" Sophie remarked. "That woman is, like, super boring. But not me. I guarantee you will find me much more exciting! And my argument will make far more of an impression than hers did."

"Uh... okay." Scott replied, not knowing what to say.

"Okay, so my job is to show you what happened tonight." Sophie began. "What you missed out on by being the honest, good, frankly boring man you currently are. Scott, there is a whole world out there! And you're missing out. You're denying yourself. You're getting nothing! Your wife works all the time and is too exhausted, too plain, and too dull to give you what you need." she said, making these slights against his wife with a huge smile on her face, as if making cute and charming conversation.

"Hey, don't say that!" Scott said, annoyed.

"C'mon Scott!" she began with a bright smile. "Don't be shy. It's okay to bash her. Kate's not around. Feel free to speak openly and honestly about how you really feel about her." she said, noting his continued annoyance at this slighting of his wife. "Scott, you need to face facts. Emily might have been tentative about this, but I won't. You are swimming in good pussy. Swimming in it. There is so much ass in this town alone that you could be having if you just gave the slightest bit of effort. And the fact that you chose that bitch is baffling."

"I'll say it again... don't insult Kate that way." Scott said, losing his cool. Sophie's eyes flashed as she watched the married man lose his temper.

"Mmmm, I love seeing you this way, Scott. So sexy." Sophie purred. "I'm sorry to make you upset, but the truth can be hard to hear. Trust me, all three of us, us three spirits... we've watched you having sex."

"What?" Scott asked.

"What? Did you never feel the chill run up your spine? That sensation of being watched? The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end? Did you ever feel that slight tickle in your balls. That was us, Scott. Watching you in action, and it was pretty obvious that Kate could not keep up. That you fuck like a man who needs and deserves better." Sophie said. At this revelation, Scott felt skeeved out, as if his privacy had been invaded. These three spirits had watched him in action. Watched him during his most private moments. Sophie saw him make this conclusion and she smiled knowingly.

"That's right, Scott. We've seen it all. We've seen the way your wife just lies there and let's you do all the work. We've seen the way your butt flexes when you fuck her. Your butt is very cute, by the way. And... we've seen every inch of your cock at work. We saw how nice and long it is. Nine inches, right? And we saw how juicy and thick it is. God, I don't think I could get my fingers around that monster! Can I try it and see? No? Okay, I know that's too quick. We barely know each other. That'll come later. But I can't wait to touch it. It's so big! We noticed the way it curves slightly to the right. We noticed how trim you keep your pubic hair, like the good, considerate lover you are. And we saw your wife's nasty bush. And yes, we all agreed, even Emily. It was gross." Sophie said with a giggle.

Everything she said was true. His cock was nine inches and thick. He did keep his pubic hair trimmed, and his wife did not return the favor. And yes, she was usually on her back during their lovemaking sessions. Scott was a bit stunned to hear how Sophie and her brethren had apparently seen all of this. Scott didn't know how to react to that, and Sophie sensed this.

"Don't worry, babe. Trust me, you've got nothing to be ashamed of." she said with a laugh. "Our goal is to get you using all that talent to its fullest potential. To get that big dick of yours inside some real women and let them work their magic. And I am your tour guide, and it is my job to guide that thick cock of yours into some slut's tight asshole. And who knows, it may be mine." she teased with a giggle, shaking her butt at the married man. Scott couldn't help but marvel at how tight her latex skirt clung to her round ass. 

"Um..." Scott began, not knowing what to say to that. 

"Like I said before, Scott." she began. "You are literally surrounded by sluts of the highest caliber. The filth that happens in this city has to be seen to be believed. The rivers are practically flowing with cum. There is so much filthy Christmas sex going on tonight, everyone's having the time of their lives... except you. You're at home, sleeping next to wifey. How sweet! Here, let me show you." she said, sidling up next to him and putting her arm round his shoulders. "I will show the type of Christmas magic that happens every year."

With that, she snapped her fingers, and both of them were transported to a dark sidewalk. The snow was blowing and the streets were silent. Despite being in the cold, neither Scott nor the spirit next to him could feel it. 

"Look over there... I think you will see a familiar face." Sophie said, looking out of place in her slutty outfit in the middle of downtown. Scott looked across the street to see one lone figure marching along. And Sophie was right. He did recognize her.

"Christine?" he said questioningly. Sophie nodded. "She's no slut!"

"Christine Kimura is indeed a slut. A slut in the making. Just follow me." Sophie said. Sophie led them across the street, following behind the young woman, who was bundled up in a knit cap and black coat. Since they couldn't be seen, it was relatively easy to follow her. They followed her as she trudged along the snowy sidewalks until she reached her apartment. They followed her inside and stopped in her living room as she took off her coat.

"What?" Scott asked. "She's just gone home, alone. What are you showing me?" Scott asked.

"Just... here. Right here." Sophie indicated, pointing. The shy young Japanese woman hung up her coat and put her hat on a nearby table. She set down her purse and her backpack and poured herself a glass of wine. She simply stood at the counter, sipping the alcohol for a few seconds, strumming her fingers as if trying to decide on something. Then, she came to a choice.

Setting the wine glass in the sink carelessly, she began sauntering to her room. Scott and Sophie followed. Although Scott felt weird being in this young woman's room, a woman he considered a friend, this was kind of the whole point of this exercise, it seemed. So Scott and Sophie stood in Christine's room, waiting for what was next.

And then, Christine began to remove her sweater. And as she lifted the bulky wool sweater over her head, Scott was shocked by what he saw.

Christine had huge breasts. Huge round, smooth breasts, packed into a smooth, silky black bra, the type that looked very expensive. But it was clear that her boobs were perky as hell. How had Scott not noticed them before? Scott knew he shouldn't notice that type of thing, but with breasts as big as hers, Scott figured he should have noticed something. Christine did always seem to dress down in bulky clothing, heavy sweaters and hoodies. But he had no idea her bulky clothing was hiding a body that was this hot.

Scott couldn't notice the way the smooth, creamy flesh of his employee's tits rippled as she moved. The material was slightly see-through, so he could see each of her round, smooth nipples through the bra. She bent over to undo her jeans, and as she pulled them down, Scott realized there was a lot more to shy Christine than met the eye. Christine was wearing a lingerie set. She had smooth, black stockings that clung to her firm legs, and they were connected by suspenders to a matching black garter set. And capping off this outfit was the miniscule black see-through thong she was sporting. The transparent material was letting Scott get a glimpse at her perfectly trimmed pussy, and Tom couldn't help but stare at the tiny landing strip of cunt-hair above her pussy. 

Christine kicked her discarded clothes away and turned around and pulled open a drawer. As she did, Scott could see her from behind. He could see her smooth, sexy back, and the way her heavy breasts caused the straps of her bra to dig into her smooth skin. But his eyes were drawn down to her practically bare ass, bisected by the tiny thong. Each round cheek was full and smooth, sitting perkily on her thin frame. She always came across as being meek and small. Scott was surprised to see she had such a sexy, womanly body. As she bent over, her full ass-cheeks parted slightly, letting Scott see the tiny black string running down her ass-crack.

"You see, Scott." Sophie remarked, standing next to him, watching the young woman disrobe along with the married man. "Even a girl as quiet and meek as her likes to feel sexy. To have a sexual side. A slutty side. And she has been right under your nose this whole time. A girl like her... so quiet and passive... just imagine the sexual creature inside her bursting to get out. The lucky man who ends up with her will get a happy surprise. They will have no idea the sexual bombshell that is hidden behind her boring outfits. And knowing how a girl's mind works, I'm guessing she likes wearing outfits like that cause there's a lucky man she has her eye on. A man she probably sees every day." she finished, looking at him pointedly. Scott looked back at her for a second before he realized the point she was making.

"Wait...no, no no." Scott replied. "Christine is not interested in me. Not like that. She's a sweet girl."

"Ha. Sweet girl?" Sophie questioned. "I don't know many sweet girls who can rock a thong like that. I don't know many sweet girls who spend good money to get their lingerie from a specialty boutique. I think the truth is... you don't know her very well at all."

"I know her pretty well." Scott replied. "This is, like... an apparition, or something."

"Really?" Sophie questioned, eyebrow raised. "You think we would do all this and just lie to you? Hardly. We've gone through too much and this is too important to leave this up on the hope of a flimsy lie. Anyone can detect a lie, Scott. And deep down, you know there is truth here. Deep down, you know she has the hots for you in a major way. You know she would do ANYTHING for you!"

"I don't know, Sophie, I..." Scott began. He was interrupted as Christine stood up and shut the drawer in front of her. In her hand, she proudly held up a thick rubber dildo.

"Hmmm, look at that." Sophie began. "Do you think it's a coincidence that this girl you claim doesn't have a crush on you has a dildo that looks to be the exact same size as your thick, married cock? Do you think it might be possible that Christine happily stole a few lusty glances at your married package while you were stacking all those boring books? I know I have. While you stared at her ass, my eyes were elsewhere. But anyway, back to the point. You two have worked together for so long, I'm guessing she has every inch of your dick memorized, even though she's never seen it in the flesh. And honestly, Scott... at this point, you should just show her your dick. When a hot girl and a hot guy work together for that long, it has to get sexual at some point."

"What are you talking about?" Scott asked. "There's nothing between us."

Sophie looked at him with a coy smile then glanced back at the bed. Christine slid onto the silky sheets of her bed and rested her head back on her soft pillow. She slid a hand down her body and began rubbing her pussy through her thong, releasing a soft sigh. Scott blushed, feeling bad about seeing this intimate moment. Christine pulled her thong to the side, baring her small, cute dripping cunt to the audience watching.

"Aw, look at that!" Sophie said excitedly. "Gosh, her pussy is so cute! It's so small and her lips are so plump. God, with how repressed she is, I bet her cunt is crazy tight!"

Part of Scott didn't want to watch, but part of him couldn't look away. Seeing his cute employee so exposed... seeing this new side of her, it was kinda thrilling. Watching her small fingers rubbing gently at her plump lips and throbbing clit, watching her moisture wet her fingers, it was hard to stop watching. After a few minutes of this, she slid the dildo down and started to force it inside her, releasing a soft moan. Once she got the full length inside her, a single word escaped her lips.

"Scott..."

Sophie's eyes flashed in delight as Scott was taken aback. Was it true? Did Christine really want him? No, this had to be fake, an apparition of some sort. A trick.

"Scott... yeah. Fuck me, Scott." Christine moaned out as she worked up a good pace, forcing nearly the entire length of the dildo inside her. Sophie smiled wide. 

"Still think this is fake?" Sophie asked. "It feels too real to be fake, doesn't it? I tell you what... if you still don't believe me, next time you talk to her, tell her what you really think of her. Tell her how hot you find her. Tell her you would love to see her dress a little sluttier. Come up behind her, brush the hair from her neck and whisper in her ear how distracting it is to work with someone so sexy. Do that, and I promise you she will melt. She will do whatever you want her to. I guarantee it! No, wait... I can show you."




XXX-Mas Carol



Posing cutely, she spun to face Scott and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, the soft moans of Christine masturbating were replaced with guttural moans of pleasure. Scott turned to face the bed and his jaw dropped.

On the bed was... himself. He was watching himself in bed, naked, driving his thick cock into the ready asshole of Christine, who was on all fours in front of him, her bare tits swinging below her, her thong and bra removed, but the rest of her lingerie remaining on her. Both her and Scott were coated with sweat as he fucked her ass roughly.

"Ahhh, God! YES! Fuck me, Scott! FUCK ME!" Christine moaned out.

"You like this, bitch!?" Scott growled. He brought his hand down and smacked her bare ass.

SPANK!

"I love it! I LOVE IT!" Christine moaned. "Fuck my ass, Scott!"

"Tell me! Tell me how long you've wanted me!" Scott demanded, reaching under her and roughly squeezing her bare tits.

"Oh, GOD! I've wanted you for so fucking long! I've wanted your huge married dick for so God damn long!" she grunted out. "Is my asshole tight enough for you?"

"Yes!" Scott grunted out. "It's so fucking tight!"

"Do you like it more than your wife?" she asked.

"Yes! I love your fucking asshole more than my gross fucking wife!" Scott proclaimed proudly. "Baby, me and you are gonna be fucking every fucking day!"

"Oh God! FUCK YES!" Christine moaned out.

The Scott that was watching this was frozen in shock. Hearing about the possibility was one thing, but watching it happen was another. Watching himself act in such a different way, watching himself be so rough, so raw, watching himself be so different but so clearly enjoying this act of betrayal... it was shocking to say the least. But seeing Christine... nice, sweet Christine... seeing her body in the flesh, seeing her so enjoy the rough sex she was taking a part of... part of him was disgusted, but as much as he was ashamed to admit, he dick had stiffened watching this.

Sophie suddenly blocked his view, putting her hands on her hips, forcing Scott's eyes to fall on her juicy body again. Her eyes rose from his crotch, seeing how much Scott was enjoying the display in front of him.

"Okay, Scott. We've got a busy night ahead of us... and a lot more to see." Sophie began. "Let's see what Miss Stacy got herself up to tonight." She snapped her fingers, and suddenly, the setting changed to a noisy bar. 

The loud music was jarring, causing Scott to jump. He looked around the bar till his eyes fell on Stacy, still wearing the same business suit. Looking at her from behind, her round ass was highlighted by her snug pants, surely done by design to attract male attention. And it had worked, as she was being chatted up by some guy, some business-suit-clad, hair-slicked-back douchebag. Stacy seemed amused at the sight of him, as if she knew exactly what type of guy he was but accepting that he would suit her pressing need. She was clearly not too engaged with this guy, but she was playing along.

"Jealous?" Sophie asked, sidling up next to her, shaking her shoulders bouncing with the music, causing her huge boobs to ripple and bounce lusciously.

"Uh, no!" Scott affirmed.

"I'm not gonna lie." Sophie began, swiveling her chest, causing her latex-covered breasts to sway seductively. "I love that bitch!" she said, pointing her finger at Stacy. "She is a badass. She deserves to be getting it hard and rough every fucking night! And look at that guy. Sure, he's cute, but he is not the man she wanted to be with tonight." she said, glancing over at Scott. "He'll do though."

Sophie snapped her fingers, and the scene changed to Stacy's hotel room. On the darkened bed were two forms. Stacy, nude, was swiveling her cunt around the man's cock. Her bare ass was as round and juicy nude as it looked clothed. She was grinding herself into the man's cock as he played with her huge boobs, squeezing them. Scott and Sophie were at the end of the bed and could only see the back of her.

"You see, the sex is good, but it's missing something, that raw animal attraction that exists between certain people. Now... let's just see what would have happened if you took her up on her very generous offer."

She snapped her fingers again, and they returned to the bar. This time, Scott was there, and he stood at a table across from Stacy. She seemed far more engaged this time than she was with the other guy. Scott's attention was fully focused on him and Stacy. Sophie, meanwhile, was again dancing, putting her hands on her knees and shaking her ass, grinding against people who couldn't acknowledge her presence. This was all in Scott's periphery, as his focus was on Stacy.

Stacy was smiling coyly at her table mate. As this conversation went on, things got more intimate. She would touch his hands or his arms and she would laugh at his dumb jokes. And, as time went on, more and more buttons of her thin top would come unbuttoned. Whenever Scott would look away, she would deftly undo another button. It eventually reached the point where her top was undone past her bra, exposing the lacy black fabric and her round, curved, smooth breasts, bursting to be freed. It was clear she was throwing herself at the married man.

And he was responding. Scott watched as this alternate Scott begin to get more and more comfortable in this interaction with someone he didn't really like. He would open up and become more bold, flirting back with her and checking out her abundant breasts. The couple began smiling at each other, moving in a bit closer as the conversation went on.

"Now..." Sophie began, sidling up to Scott, pushing her big boobs into his side. "That right there... that's attraction. Two people who are sending signals. Two people who are desperate to have sex. Two people who just want to rip off each others' clothes and just get it fucking ON!"

Sophie turned to face Scott. Moving her fingers in close, she snapped her fingers again.

They returned to the hotel room, but this time, the atmosphere in the room was far more jarring.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME! Fuck me Scott! Fuck my tight cunt!" Stacy screamed out. Scott and Sophie turned to the bed, where they saw Stacy and this version of Scott, and the sex occurring here was far more aggressive than the sex they had seen before. Stacy was literally riding Scott's cock like a bucking bronco, riding its full length over and over again. She was holding the headboard, using it for leverage as she drove into him. Scott's hands were busy, gripping onto her massive smooth breasts as he withstood this barrage from the slut on top of him.

"Holy fuck, Stacy! You're incredible! You're fucking incredible!" Scott screamed out.

"Fuck! I love it!" Stacy screamed out. "It's about god damn time we started doing business together! Long, hot, sweaty fucking business! Fuck yeah!"

"The start of a beautiful fucking relationship!" Scott called out, slapping her huge tits appreciatively.

"Admit it! Admit it you fucker! Admit you've always been more attracted to me than your wife! You've always wanted me!" Stacy moaned out, her sweaty skin slapping against his.

"Yes!" Scott screamed out. "YES! Fuck, you're good! You're so fucking good at this! You're so fucking sexy! I've always wanted to fuck you!"

"I know, baby, I know." Stacy purred out. "Here baby, suck my tits." She grabbed Scott's head and pulled him up till his mouth was smothered with her nipple. "Tell me, Scott. Tell me you love me... already. Tell me you love me more than your plain fucking wife! I know how much you love me. I can feel how hard your dick is!"

"Yes!" Scott moaned out, his mouth slobbering around Stacy's nipple. A shiver went through her and she suddenly pushed Scott back onto the bed and lifted herself off of his dick. She rolled onto her back, revealing her nude form to the audience watching this. 

"Damn... those fuckers are like mountains." Sophie said, admiring Stacy's massive breasts as they rolled on her chest as she lied back, jiggling smoothly to a stop, jutting up from her thin form like... mountains, just like Sophie said. Her copious breast flesh was so smooth and perky and tan, and her nipples were throbbing in pleasure. 

She lied back and spread her legs, letting one hand slide down her slim belly, down to her naked cunt. She fingered her tight, wet pussy for a few moments as both Scotts watched.

"Scott, I want you to make me cum with your mouth," she panted out, her body pulsing with need. The Scott on the bed didn't hesitate, diving between her legs, attacking her sweet pussy with his mouth. Scott and Sophie both watched as Stacy's head fell back as a huge smile crossed her lips. She mouthed the words 'Oh my God' as her eyes rolled back into her head as her body began to pulse with pleasure.

"HhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Stacy screamed out, a hard orgasm hitting her, grabbing Scott's scalp roughly with both hands, forcing his face against her squirting cunt.

Scott turned away, and as he did, Sophie put his hand on his shoulder and snapped her fingers again. Their location changed and they stood in the kitchen of a house. 

Scott was still sweating a bit from witnessing that highly-charged encounter, and his breathing was a bit deep. Sophie still had her hand on his shoulder and she squeezed it lightly.

"I know you're not use to seeing really good sex like that and I know how jarring that can be. But trust me, babe, you'll get used to it. Soon, you won't be able to live without it." Sophie said, giving her twisted form of assurance. Scott pulled away and took in his surroundings. 

"Wait, is this..." he began.

"Yes!" she said, prancing forward, walking daintily in her high heels. Scott's eyes fell to her jiggling ass before he realized what he was doing and looked away. Sophie turned to face him. "This is your brother's house. A place you haven't been to in years. All those years fighting for your causes and devoted to your work and your dull wife... you haven't been able to make it to those family Christmas get-togethers. You haven't fully embraced the Christmas spirit!" she said brightly. 

Scott felt a bit guilty. That was true, what she said. His job had prevented him from taking many breaks, as did Kate's job. So he had been scarce at family get-togethers, and he felt bad about that.

"Now me... I've fully embraced the Christmas spirit." Sophie said. "I am a Christmas slut!" she proclaimed proudly. "And I'm not alone. I think you will find someone here who enjoys Christmas nearly as much as I do."

Sophie led him out of the kitchen out into the living room. There, his family was gathered on Christmas Eve evening, sharing stories. His two brothers were there, as were his parents and some cousins. His oldest brother's 19-year-old son was there, as was his new wife.

Scott's nephew, Caleb, was a good kid, and he had just married his high-school sweetheart, Lindsay. Scott had met her at one of these things when her and Caleb had started dating when both just entered high school, and she had seemed a bit shy and around him and almost a bit intimidated for some reason. When Scott saw her next at her and Caleb's wedding, he almost didn't recognize her. Gone was the lanky, awkward, braces-wearing teen. In her place was a beautiful young woman. 

Her lankiness was gone. She had filled out in all the right places and now had the body of a woman. She had an athlete's body, slim and lithe. She ran track and was very active, keeping her nice and trim. But just cause she was trim didn't mean she didn't have curves. Lindsay was sporting a nice pair of perky C-cups, and they suited her well, looking very big on her slim frame. Her ass was round and smooth, a little small but definitely perky and squeezable. And she was absolutely beautiful. Her face had been described as angelic, her creamy smooth skin, like porcelain. Her blue eyes were striking and her blonde hair was like golden silk.

And she wasn't described as being angelic based on her looks alone. She was as sweet as can be, a church-going girl, a girl who was nice and friendly and smart. She was active in the community and a good student. She was everything you would want your daughter to be. But, as Scott took sight of her in the living room, surrounded by his family, one thing was apparent.

She was bored.

She was sitting on the couch, running her fingers along the fabric of the arm rest. Whenever Caleb would look at her, she would smile, but when left unattended, her expression would dip back into one that indicated her disinterest at this family gathering.

Caleb and her had met at church when they were younger, and started dating once they hit high school. And, they had been each others' one and only. And now, at 19, freshly married, she should be happy about life. Caleb was a good kid. Very bright and friendly and smart. Him and Lindsay seemed like they were a perfect match. Seemed like...

"You sensed it immediately, didn't you?" Sophie began, leaning in close. "Nice, sweet Lindsay, so pretty and nice, but so... bored. She married way too young... and didn't experience all there is to see. And she is starting to realize it. Sure, she loves her husband, your nephew, but she is starting to realize she married a boy. And what she needs... is a man."

"You're not saying..." Scott began.

"Didn't you notice the gooey eyes she would give you when you first met?" Sophie began. "She was crazy about you. Didn't you think it was strange how much attention she gave you at her wedding?" she asked. She was right. He had talked quite a bit to Lindsay at her wedding, getting to know her and be impressed by her maturity. "She's disappointed her husband's hunky uncle didn't make an appearance. Do you really think Caleb is man enough for her? I don't. Scott, she is horny as fuck, and she needs it bad. She wants to be taken and ravished by a real man. She wants to choke on a fat, adult dick. She is a true Christmas slut in the making. Watch."

She snapped her fingers, and suddenly, Scott and Kate were in attendance. They were surrounded by family and were happy to catch up. And sure enough, Lindsay was suddenly full of life, chatting up the married man. She was bouncing her feet, swaying her hips back and forth, playing with her hair, giving abundant signals that she was flirting with the married man.

"Let's cut to... an hour later." Sophie said, snapping her fingers.

Christmas music was playing, and Lindsay and Scott were dancing. Kate was talking to Scott's brother, and Caleb was talking to his grandparents. Nobody was paying attention to the young woman shimmying in front of her husband's hunky uncle, a dance that might seem playful but deep down was much more. Scott was dancing too, a bit awkwardly, but he had a few drinks in him and he was having a good time.

"Let's go forward another hour." Sophie said, snapping her fingers again, causing her barely contained boobs to ripple. Suddenly, the get-together was a bit quieter, and Kate and some of the others looked a bit tired, curled up on the furniture. Scott's parents, his brothers, his wife, his nephew, they were all there. But, conspicuously absent, was Scott himself. 

And Lindsay. 

Scott looked to Sophie and she just winked at him before curling her finger at him, telling him to follow her. He followed her bouncing ass as they neared the bathroom. Scott didn't get too close, but Sophie did. She put her ear to the door and smiled wickedly.

"I can hear her gagging on a big piece of meat... and I don't think it's the Christmas ham." she giggled. 

This couldn't be true. Lindsay wanted him too? How was this possible? Was he really surrounded by this many women who wanted him? He should be disgusted, but the feeling of being that desired filled him with a strange sense of manly pride. And it kept his dick hard.

Scott didn't want to get closer and confront the truth, but when the door opened, the truth was confirmed. Lindsay re-entered the living room, wiping her mouth so no one would notice anything amiss. Scott watched this other version of him enter the room, smiling a bit dumbly, as if his head was still lost in the pleasure he just experienced.

Sophie didn't have to say anything. From across the room, she smiled and snapped her fingers again. Suddenly, the room was dark, only lit by the lights of the Christmas tree. Scott watched a nightie clad Lindsay sneak down the stairs and pad across the living room. She walked towards the lit bathroom and pushed the door open. Inside was Scott, smiling, clad only in his pajama pants. Lindsay smiled wickedly, jumped into his arms, and shut the door behind her. Minutes later, her moans broke the silence of this Christmas Eve night.

"So, you see Scott... you are swimming in good pussy, pussy ready for the taking. There are many Christmas sluts out there, just like me. As much as you hate to admit it, anyone who's anyone is having good sex tonight. But you and your wife are tucked away, sleeping the night away while other people have all the fun. Here, let me show you."

She snapped her fingers, and they entered a bedroom. Scott looked at its occupants.

"Oh my God. Is that...?" he began.

"That's right." Sophie began. "Mrs. Thomas might have moved away from you a while ago, but I assure you, she is still very much on the prowl."

Scott was stunned. Mrs. Thomas was getting older, probably in her late fifties. But he had to admit, she still looked good. Sure, she had more wrinkles, and her blonde hair was lined with gray, and her skin was a little too sun-kissed and her heavy breasts had a bit of sag to them but she was still sexy. She was on her bed, nude, her legs around a much younger man as he roughly drilled her needy cunt.

"Mr. Thomas is still a busy man... and unknown to him... so is his wife." Sophie stated, turning to watch the young man drilling this old lady. "You have to admire her, still out on the prowl. But you can't blame her. There is just something about her that is fucking irresistible to young men. You should catch up with her sometime." They both watched as the young man squeezed at her massive breasts, the mature flesh pouring through his fingers. 

"She's not alone in having fun tonight. She's not the only Christmas slut" Sophie began. She snapped her fingers. They were suddenly in an office at a party.

In front of him, a man had a woman pressed into a wall, their lips sucking at each other as they made out. She was very attractive, an attractive, busty brunette, and their lips were locked under the mistletoe. They were hidden in an office, and just around the wall from them the party was going on.

"Ahh, Christmas... the perfect time for a wife to figure out who's who in her husband's office. And, the perfect time for a husband to have an excuse to make out with his busty secretary."

Sophie snapped her fingers again.

They were now outside the window of a house in one of the bad neighborhoods in town. Inside the room, a Latina woman and a black woman were all over a man clad in business wear, practically forcing themselves on him, kissing him, touching him, as he tried to push them away. Scott turned to look at Sophie.

"A man on his way home from work, and his car breaks down on the wrong side of town. But when he goes to get help, he starts to realize he might have ended up in the right side of town." Sophie explained. He looked back inside the house, and the women had forced the man onto the bed, his pants pulled off, and his cock revealed. And, as the two women began to remove their clothes...

SNAP!

The scene changed again.

There were in a study in some pretty nice house. There was a woman passed out on a loveseat, and on the couch next to them, a sexy red-head was riding a man's thick cock.

"A wife has too much to drink at a neighborhood Christmas party but... her slutty neighbor certainly didn't mind having the opportunity to talk to the passed-out woman's husband, alone."




XXX-Mas Carol



SNAP!

They were now in a Christmas party in a house. This one seemed to have a bunch of families in attendance, as one of the fathers was passing out presents to the kids. His wife and her friends were admiring the good-looking husband at work, admiring the way he was so good with the kids. But on the other side of the room was another woman, a red-headed single mother. She had some extra weight on her, making her entire body consist of soft curves as opposed to firm edges. Other women resented her, called her fat, and judged her for so dressing so aggressively sexual, but she didn't mind. She took pride in not being one of those skinny little bitches. She knew men loved her round curves, her round ass, her massive, round breasts. And she knew how to prove it.

"This bitch has curves, and she knows how to use them." Sophie stated. "The hubby handing out the gifts may be married, but he can't take his eyes off this fucking slut. He didn't normally like women with some meat on their bones, but this woman's sexuality is so aggressive. So forward. She wears tight clothes and she does it with style. A woman with her generous curves shouldn't wear something that tight. That slutty. She wears that tight, slinky dress and she rocks the fuck out of it. Those other women hate it, but this happy husband can't take his eyes off those blimps on her chest. Scott, do I even need to show you what happens?"

He didn't need to see any more. He didn't need to see this slightly overweight woman fucking the shit out of this married man. He didn't need to see her massive, round tits. Her smooth, round ass. And Scott could only guess the type of filth that that woman could come up with. God, it would be nasty, wouldn't it?

Sophie could see Scott coming up with the illicit imagery on his own, and she smiled. She let this go on for a few seconds, before...

SNAP!

Suddenly, they were back in the bookstore. Scott was much more shaken than he had been when he was last here. Sophie sauntered up to him. 

"So, you see Scott..." she began. Scott's eyes drifted down, noting the way her latex covered breasts bounced, before his eyes fell to her jiggling, deep cleavage. He almost lost himself in the softness before he looked up. "There are all sorts of filth going on tonight, and here you are... missing out. Do you want to go through life missing out on all the pleasures you could be having?"

"I'm uh... I'm very happy." Scott said, his dick still hard. As much as he hated to admit it, witnessing all this filthy imagery had gotten to him slightly. He had seen so much he wasn't used to seeing. Filthy sex. People he trusted having these secret, sexual sides he wasn't aware of. He had seen massive breasts, perfect round asses, and sex so aggressive and nasty he couldn't believe it was real.

"Scott, don't lie." Sophie insisted. "The shit that goes down on nights like tonight is practically pornographic. You could have been fucking Christine, or Stacy, or Lindsay, and no one could have blamed you. You could be having rough, nasty sex with three sluts who are dying for your cock. And those three are just the beginning. I'm sure Mrs. Thomas won't turn you away. And plus, there is a whole world out there, pussies and asses waiting to get stretched around that fat cock of yours."

"What you showed me was pretty..." he began.

"Hot?" Sophie finished.

"Uh, no... pretty shocking." Scott corrected. "But, I'm a married man. I made a promise. I don't want to throw that all away." Sophie looked annoyed, cause she knew he wanted to cheat despite his meagre protestations. 

"Scott, you can't tell me you don't want to see this body." Sophie said, posing again in front of him. "I can easily peel off these tight clothes and show you the goods. Show you my huge, round breasts..." she teased, running her fingers over her soft mounds and circling her nipples. "Or, I could pull my tight skirt up and show you my bare cunt!" she said emphatically, letting her fingers trail down to the hem of her skirt. "Or, I could turn around, pull my skirt, and let you see my bare ass." she offered, spinning around and shaking her firm butt at him teasingly. He watched her hot body for a moment.

"No. No, Sophie!" he insisted. "Besides you guys are... ghosts, right? That's not even possible." He said.

"Oh, it is Scott. It really is. Just say the word, and you could be balls deep inside my tight cunt in seconds! God, I've wanted to spread my legs for you for so long!" she purred.

"Sophie... I can't." he said. "It's not gonna happen."

Seeing the married man was not close to breaking yet, she pushed her lower lip out in a pout.

"Okay." she began, "But I guarantee you will regret it. When you see what's coming next, you will come crawling back, begging to see the goods. Compared to what's coming next, I'm practically a saint. You have no idea what you're in for. Just wait till you meet Rowena."

"What?" Scott asked. "Who's Rowena?"

Sophie simply smiled and lifted her fingers.

SNAP!

*************

Scott stood outside of his bookstore, on a cold, blustery winter day. The wind howled down the desolate street. Scott turned to glance at his humble bookstore only to find a different building in its place, a cold, imposing skyscraper. The cold air was bracing as he stood in the dim late-afternoon light, bringing his arms in close to keep warm.

Where was he? What had happened? What had happened to his store? Was this the future?

Scott looked around, trying to figure out what was happening. That was when he realized someone was standing a few feet away. And when he saw the figure behind him, he nearly fell back.

Where Emily was slightly old-fashioned and off-putting, and Sophie was effervescent and perky, this figure was something else entirely. This figure looked like death. Literally.

Scott found himself looking at what appeared to be the grim reaper. This figure was in a long black coat that covered most of her face. And yes, it was clear this was a woman, as her lips and chin looked very feminine. Also, her cloak clung to her frame, and in this vision of black, one nearly bare, ghostly pale female leg appeared from beneath, ending with a black high-heeled shoe. And as this figure lifted its arm, a single, bony, pale hand emerged, pointing at him.

As this specter of death pointed at Scott, he was terrified. He didn't know what was happening, and why this was happening, and now seeing this terrifying figure, he began to panic. Not finding the words to scream, he slipped and fell back onto the street. He pushed himself back, freaking out, not knowing what to do.

This figure walked towards him, doing so in a strange, herky-jerky fashion. As she got closer, her upper half tilted to the side before she straightened up. For a moment, she looked down at Scott, before she looked beyond him at where his building used to stand. 

"Time wears down everything." the cloaked figure said, her regal voice rich and velvety yet dripping with dark intentions. "Hopes and dreams, good intentions... it all crumbles in the face of the mightiest force of all: Time. Time unflinchingly, ruthlessly, callously grinds down everything to dust. It's a spectacular sight. It all fades away, and only the lucky few ever truly leave a mark."

"What?" Scott asked, baffled again. She looked down at him.

"This is your chance, Scott... to truly leave a mark." she spoke. "For I am the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, and I WILL change your mind. Haha." she laughed confidently, her face still obscured by the cloak. 

"Wait, you're the spirit?" he asked, getting to his feet. "You're Rowena?"

Despite not being able to see her face, he could tell she bristled at the use of that name. But she moved on without stopping.

"You had dreams of being a beacon of hope in this city. But you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into. As long as this city has existed, it has been a den of sin. The evil runs too deep. The stain cannot be washed off. It only grows. Spreads. Anyone who grew up here, grew up in this environment, has that sin deep within them. It's all ABOUT... bringing it to the surface." she purred, her voice rising and falling, running her exposed bare hand across his shoulder as she walked. 

Even by seeing just her bare leg and her hand, it was easy to make a few conclusions. First of all, she was pale. Like, really pale, her skin so white some veins were visible through the snowy flesh. And, judging by the lines on her hands, it was clear that this specter was older. An old lady. Her cold fingers running across the back of his neck made him shiver. A cold chill seemed to follow her, cause it felt like her presence dropped the temperature around him by ten degrees.

She stood in front of him and stared at him, causing him to look away. She was slightly taller than him, and her appearance and manner were very imposing. The wind around them made the hood ripple, but the rest of the cloak hugged her figure. She seemed tall but thin, the black cloak clinging to her feminine hips, long legs, and... as much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't help but notice that this terrifying spirit had mammoth, round breasts, a feature at odds with her thin frame, but in total agreement with her imposing nature. 

"As you can see, your greatest dream, your beacon of hope in this town of darkness, is in rubble." Rowena said. Scott looked over her shoulder, at his now dilapidated business. "The disease that infects this town spreading over it, consuming it, chewing it up and spitting it out. All that work, all those beliefs... for nothing. For naught. In the end, it's all a waste. And there's nothing sadder than a wasted life."

"This isn't true." Scott replied, standing up to this grim specter. "This is a trick. You're lying to me, trying to deceive me!" 

"Ha...ha...ha." Rowena laughed slowly, mockingly. "Sin always wins in the end. Drowns out all that is good and true. Sin lies in the heart of man. Man wants to sin. Man craves to sin. It is in their nature. Because sinning... is so fucking good!" she said proudly. "That is why the hopes and dreams of men are always ground into dust. That is why those who embrace sin, who live their lives devoted to it, will always win in the end. Those who are willing to break any rule, to do whatever it takes, they will always succeed in the end. Cause man wants any excuse to live in sin, to drown in it. Men will willingly walk to their doom if getting there is worth the price. And Scott, what we three are offering you is well worth the one-way ticket to hell. It will be worth it just to be able to experience heaven every day."

"No!" Scott affirmed. "I'm happy! I do things the right way. I love my wife!"

"Even when you know the life you live will be wasted?" Rowena asked, still mostly hidden behind her cloak. "Even though your life's work meant nothing? Even though you know the forces you tried so hard to fight will win in the end? Even though it's against your very nature, you still won't give in?"

"No." Scott said firmly. "I'm not changing my mind."

With a crack, she snapped her fingers, and suddenly, they were very far away. Scott blinked and tried to figure out his new location. A chill went through him when he figured it out.

He was looking at his own gravestone.

Scott couldn't put into words the cold chill that went through him. It was surreal to see this. And then he looked next to the heavy granite gravestone, and next to his was another.

His wife's.

A tear formed in his eye as he saw this. He was seeing his wife's gravestone, and that was enough to make any man crumble with emotion. He noted the date, and saw that this was a long time from now. Both him and his wife had at least made it to old age.

He looked around and realized he was at his and his wife's funeral. The pastor was speaking and the crowd listened in. There were many recognizable faces there. Relatives. Friends. Acquaintances. All to honor him and his wife.

As the ceremony came to a close, people gathered in some groups. A group of women gathered together to talk, a group of older women. 

Scott looked around and realized who they were. He saw Christine, looking much older, but still very attractive. He saw Lindsay, who was probably in her forties at this point and still looking good. He saw Stacy, looking pretty old, but still pretty damn attractive. He saw some other women too, some of Kate's friends and his friends.

"What a sweet story." one of the women said. "Dying together at the end."

"He was loyal to her to the very end." another woman said. A pause fell between them, and it was clear they were all on the same page. Finally, Lindsay spoke up.

"Do you think... he actually stayed totally loyal to her?" she asked tentatively.

"I think so." Christine said. 

"Shame." Stacy said. As if releasing the tension, all the women spoke up.

"Yeah!"

"I know."

"Listen..." Lindsay began. "We're all in agreement that he could have had any one of us, right?"

"Oh my God, yes." one of the women said.

"I was ready to spread my legs in an instant." Stacy said.

"God, he stayed so hot, even when he got older."

"Oh my God, I know!" 

"I wanted him to do filthy things to me." Christine said. 

"But he seriously didn't slip up once?" Stacy asked, incredulous. All the women shook their heads.

"I mean, Kate was my best friend." One of the women began, "But... you know... no one could have possibly blamed him for cheating on her."

"Oh, I know."

"God, even though he was married, he was the most eligible bachelor in town." 

"I had such a huge crush on him when I was younger." Lindsay stated. "Every time I saw him...God, I would have done everything to that dick of his."

"There was just something about him." 

"And he still had it too. Kate told me this little hot thing moved in down the street and was practically throwing herself at Scott. His magic still worked."

"What a waste." Lindsay said.

"To Scott Baker..." Stacy began, holding up her drink. "That nice, sweet, dumb son of a bitch. He could have had it all."

"Agreed."

"Indeed." Christine said. The group of boisterous women clinked their drinks together and drank to Scott's wasted potential.

The crack of snapping fingers hit Scott's ears again, and he was suddenly back out near the gravestones. Only this time, they were eroded slightly, worn by weather and time. There were no flowers and the grass was overgrown.

"Mmmmm." Rowena purred, re-appearing behind him. Scott felt the chill of her presence, but he didn't look back. She moved in close behind him, her breasts pressing into his back. "I can feel the conflict in you. And it's delicious." she whispered, baring her teeth near his ear. Before he knew what was coming, Rowena extended her tongue and licked up the side his face, causing Scott to jump away.

"What are you doing?" an emotional Scott cried out. Seeing his own funeral, his wife's funeral, hearing those things they said, it was a bit too much to handle.

"All your life, Scott, the entirety of your existence, carved into a cold block of stone. That's all the impact you had. That's your story, and as you can see, time is grinding that away as well. Soon, there will be nothing. No kids. No story. No impact." Rowena purred.

"You're lying!" he screamed out. 

"You know I'm not." she replied. "You know deep down I'm right. You know you've chosen a boring existence, a boring life, and a boring wife. You know this is your future, and it terrifies you. It terrifies you to know how little your life matters. But it could! It could mean something. As you saw, you left behind a group of very unsatisfied, bored women. Women whose lives you could have improved immensely. And that's just the women in your small social circle. There's a whole world out there, Scott. Imagine the impact you could make if you put that dick on the open market. If you used it the way it should have been used. If you decided to grab life by the horns, to live life to its fullest, and fuck as many bitches as you could get at the end of your thick cock!"

"No, I'm... satisfied." he stammered.

"Are you?" Rowena said. "Does little precious Kate really give you what you really need? I doubt it. The fact that I have told you that all that you've worked for is for naught, that your life will be nothing but a boring, slow march to death with no excitement, no children... no life lived, the fact that I've told you this and you still don't want to change tells me that you are simply being stubborn. That you don't like being told what to do. Cause only a fool wouldn't change knowing what you know now. Only a fool would willingly walk towards their doom and not wonder if they should change directions. And you can. Easily. You are proving nothing to no one by living a boring life to its end. So, why not change?"

"Because I love my wife." Scott replied. "I made a vow. A promise. I've made choices in my life that I stand by. The reason these decisions fail is because people are too weak to stay strong. They let themselves be corrupted."

"It's because corruption is so much more fun." Rowena replied. "You feel the darkness inside you, don't you? The urge to sin. Even with me."

"What?" he replied, taken aback. Suddenly, as quick as a flash, she brought her leg up next to him, balancing it on the top of his wife's gravestone, the point of her high-heel digging into the granite. Her bare leg was now directly next to him, the smooth, pale flesh inches away. 

"You are terrified of me, Scott." She began. "But I also make your balls boil. Despite your strong, unbending love for Kate, that hasn't stopped you from checking me out. Me, a spirit... a ghost... You may fear me, you may not understand me, but I do make your cock throb. You've only seen a hint..." she said, running her fingers across the pale skin of her leg. He looked up to see her lips curl into a slight smile. "But you want to see more." She whispered, looking down towards her chest, to her jutting melons pushing out towards him.

"No... No!" Scott replied, shaking his head. She smiled knowingly.

"You can't help yourself. There's something inside you, bursting to get out." Rowena said. "You've checked out my legs..." she said, running her hand up her leg. "My breasts." She said, letting her bare hand slid across the round, jutting mounds. She pulled her leg down and turned her back to Scott. The cloak clung to her back and over her round, heart-shaped ass. "And now, you're checking out my ass."

Scott's eyes darted up as her lips curled into a smile. She turned back to face him, holding up her arm to her side, her hand hanging down. She jutted out her hip as she began to approach him.

"You've seen only a hint of what I have to offer." Rowena replied, indicating her shining, pale flesh. "But I guarantee you want to see what I have hidden under this robe. Hehehe." Her upper half listed over slightly before again straightening herself. "Despite everything, you have checked out the tits and asses of every one of us spirits. The selfish, greedy side of you is bursting to get out. Stop thinking up here..." she said, pointing at her own head. "And start thinking about what those heavy balls of yours need. What they crave. You have a wife who works hard and is too tired to give you the pleasure you need every night. And even when she is willing, what she provides is... lazy. Perfunctory. She has never been able to give you the lusty sex a man like you needs. She does not have the temperament, the creativity, the desire or the body to care for you in the way you need to be cared for. It would be impossible for you to still be attracted to her in the way you used to be. When a man goes home night after night, knowing he isn't getting much from his dull, boring wife... his desire for her would just plummet."