ghost----part-1-of-1

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The Ghost Of Christmas Present

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The grinding of the machinery just didn’t go with the sound of the Christmas carols at all. Well, you just can’t help your first thoughts on a given situation at all, now can you? Her second thought was, ‘Oh fuck, we’re going to die.’ The last fucking thing she needed was to die while on the job. She just knew they would call her mother to identify the body, and that would be the ballgame. Three years of careful covering her source of income would all go down the drain, just because some sleazy, fucking grease monkey couldn’t keep everything oiled properly. ‘Fuck!!’

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“Don’t panic,” the older man in the elevator car said. He looked up at the floor indicator and gave a heavy sigh. The other man, who’s age was anyone’s guess beneath his balding head and general ‘fattened turkey’ look, stopped and tried not to look like he was pissed. Although both men were old enough to be her father, the older man was somewhat more attractive, but had that blue-collar look she had always shied away from in high school. With a sigh, she shook her head again, like she did every time she thought of how badly her plan to marry a rich boy had backfired.

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“When do you think they will have this thing fixed?” The fat man asked, like anyone present knew the answer.

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“It’s going to be a while,” the other man said.

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“How the hell do you know?” she snapped in irritation.

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“Because I’m the building maintenance man,” he admitted, with obvious embarrassment.

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“Well you did a marvelous fucking job of maintaining this elevator didn’t you?” One could see her contempt drip from her fangs. She hated small places, and this was a shoebox as far as she was concerned. She wanted a cigarette in the worst way, but they might need the oxygen, so that was out. She wanted to pace, but there wasn’t enough room in here, with Tubby and Gomer both stuffed in there with her. She was ready to scream.

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“There’s a phone there, why aren’t we calling someone?” The fat man demanded to know.

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“Because the phone rings in my office. All we can do is wait until the desk clerk notices the elevator is jammed. Someone will eventually complain and then he’ll know who to call.” It was obvious that the fat man wasn’t reassured by his explanation.

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“Fucking lovely!” I thought, “We might be dead by the time that old coot behind the desk got off his ass long enough to check. Christmas in an elevator, they certainly don’t make lavish musicals about that, now do they?” She looked at her watch. She had already been running late for her trick. This wasn’t going to go smooth at the agency. Douglas was going to scream again. It was just about then that she felt the first signs.

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It never failed. Whenever she was stressed or nervous, she always got horny. Sex had become, through default, a way to escape a situation, especially now that she did it for a living. She had learned to distance herself from the men she fucked when she had first started out. Now it was a reflex. “What the hell,” she thought. “Why not?”

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As if it was happening to someone else, she watched herself in the mirrored doors of the car as she lifted her dress over her head. She smiled when she saw that the men were watching her too. Their shocked looks were priceless. As they continued to watch, she made a show out of fixing the hems of her lacy Christmas theme teddy. The red and green went especially well with her flaming red hair. She loved Christmas on so many levels.

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“Um, boys?” she began, her calm voice in control, “This would be more fun for me if you turn around.” Both men exchanged a glance and the matter was decided. They both turned on their heel and took her into their collective arms.

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The fat one was amazingly skillful at kissing. As their lips were pressed together, she thought that he must have had to spend an awful lot of money to get far enough with any woman to kiss her. That wicked little thought brought a chuckle to her lips. Luckily, the other man’s tongue was tickling the sensitive nape of her neck at the time. She felt hands on her breasts. It really didn’t matter whom they belonged to, because they knew just what to do. She loved the way they worked the pressured squeeze from the base at her chest to the nipple at the tips of each. Excitedly, she ground her ass into someone’s pelvis.

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Suddenly, the game was on. The fat man was desperately trying to get his clothes off in the least amount of time possible. The maintenance man wasn’t in such a hurry. She graciously accepted his invitation to suck on his swollen cock rod, and all but flopped onto the floor when he unreeled his monstrous slab of meat.

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She could taste sweat, but it wasn’t all together unpleasant. It was so large that she had to stretch a bit to get the tip in her mouth. It had been a while since she had been this challenged. A small chill ran down her spine when she thought of having this pipe in her horny hole. That thought was enough to make her relax and down the whole thing with one engulfing swallow. Well, as much as an experienced girl like her could swallow without choking to death.

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The fat man was nude just about the time she was starting to accommodate the Anaconda she had found in the maintenance man’s pants. He might have left his clothes on for this, but she had no choice but to work with what she had. A simple nod was enough to get him to lie on the floor so she could place her pussy over his mouth. Apparently he was used to having to work for sex. That suited her just fine. It was rare that a trick would give her head, and she was such a devoted fan of the oral arts.

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The fat man was pretty good. He knew enough to start slow and gentle and then to build up his speed, as she got more excited. Fortunately for her, someone had taught him well. She was content to keep sucking the long pole while she took the fat guy’s tongue in her throbbing pussy. She was afraid that the middle-aged maintenance wouldn’t last through a second orgasm. With a heavy heart, well not too heavy, she made them switch places.

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The maintenance man’s big cock was a tight fit, even though she was more lubricated and more than ready for it. She used the fat man to steady herself as she lowered her body onto the maintenance man’s enormous cock. Once she was in the saddle, she attacked the fat man’s cock. It was much smaller, but having two pricks in her horny body was compensation enough. She let the big stick set it’s own pace, and a nice pace he was setting, while she worked the fat guy’s smaller bone. Each out stroke from her mouth was accompanied but her curled fist. The fat guy went off with a most unexpected swiftness. She had to gulp hard to keep her life long record of not missing a drop.

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She was concentrating on the delicious feelings coming from her over stuffed pussy, when she saw the most amazing thing. In the mirrored door she watched the fat man’s cock rise again. She was shocked, only seconds had passed. Such a thing was unheard of, as far as she knew, but the proof was staring her in the face. A wicked little idea curled the corners of her mouth.

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Without any ceremony of any sort, she got off the large cock with an audible pop. A small quake of raw lust ran up her spine. As it passed, she got on all fours and invited the fat man into her ass. As the fat man eagerly entered her, she welcomed the maintenance man back into her suddenly lonely pussy and the show started again.

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Looking over her shoulder, she caught both men watching the action in the mirror. Although, the only reason she caught them was because she was watching too. Seeing the three of them in action brought on an orgasm that rocked her to the core. Her nipples crinkled and the muscles deep inside her clamped tight. It was unusual for her to cum when fucking these days, but this was a special occasion. Such a wonderful horse cock was a rarity indeed. Her spasms also brought the maintenance man off. The flood of boiling sperm brought on a second, unheard of orgasm from her. The explosion from the fat man pumping her clenching ass made the whole affair a hat trick.

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She was spent as she slid her body off the fat man’s still rigid cock. The maintenance man was done as well. They all drew a collective deep breath. The air in the car was hot from their aerobic session and sweat dripped from all of them as if it were July rather than December. She fished a baby wipe from her purse to freshen up.

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The poor fat man was still hard. In a very uncommon show of compassion, she used the wipe to clean and stroke the fat man’s little cock off. He was in heaven, basking in her kind attention, as he spurted another load over her breasts. Playfully, she smiled directly into his eyes as she collected the jizz with her fingers and licked them clean. The fun over, they all decided to dress before the doors popped open unexpectedly.

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The men were more than helpful, dressing their playmate and making her presentable again. They fixed themselves up and, in unison, reached for their wallets. Each had guessed what she had been in the hotel for and was more than willing to pay their fair share.

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“Don’t worry, boys, this one’s on the house. Thank you,” she assured them with a sigh. The fat man was so taken aback by her show of generosity that he dropped his wallet. When a bright shiny badge peeked out of the flap, the very air in the car froze.

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“Don’t worry, baby,” the fat cop smiled, “This one’s on the house too.” Then, as if on cue, doors of the car opened.

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The End…
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