THERE’S A GHOST IN MY BED PART III
I came up out of an erotic dream to find Priscilla’s lovely lips wrapped around my morning wood. She was accelerating now and my long cock was buried deep in the back of her flexible throat. Before I could even say a word of greeting or appreciation, my cock exploded and my creamy cum filled the beautiful ghost’s mouth with my morning gift of protein.
My hand was resting softly on her nicely rounded bottom and I allowed my fingers to stroke deep inside her hot cleft touching her pucker hole with gentle familiarity. I could hear her purring just like a kitten looking for a home.
My name is David Dean and Priscilla Poindexter is my resident live-in ghost acquired when I leased my gorgeous view-laden apartment in San Francisco. She was unable to leave the premises for some inexplicable “ghostly” reason and took fleshly form only for me. The fact she paraded around my apartment sans clothes was a perk that I accepted gracefully. She was very generous in dispensing her fleshly charms with very little provocation.
Only recently, I had discovered that her younger sister who was now in her mid-50s but looked just 40 was the most likely suspect in her sudden and mysterious demise. Some of what Priscilla told me just did not add up because I found that her sister Claire was both exciting and lacking any mean spirit at all. In fact, I had already explored her orally, anally and even deposited a nice load inside her tight and talented pussy. Of course, I told Priscilla I was merely investigating her death, but I had to admit Claire was a far better lay.
The North Shore Country Club was an elegant and romantic spot.
I looked down at Claire Poindexter seated at the table and the view from above allowed me to gaze past her swelling bosom right down to her flat silky belly showing the same nicely shaded tan.
“Please, sit down, David, that is, if you can tear your eyes away from Teresa’s pretty ass.”
It was true I was still distracted by the pretty Latino girl’s ass moving with the studied beat of a wild beast in the jungle. The movement of the ass cheeks on the hostess’s bottom had given me a visible erection and I hoped Claire did not notice my arousal.
“I was just fantasizing, my dear, you know your ass is far more splendid.”
The classy impeccably dressed middle-aged woman smiled at my compliment and patted the seat beside her. I slid in without pause and felt my leg warmed by the touch of her silky haunch. I leaned over and gave her a very cautious “in the country club” kiss but managed to slip my tongue into her wet, sweet tasting mouth as a reminder that her ass performed well “doggy” style with my legs wrapped around her superbly-toned body. I longed for us to be in private so I could pull her French panties down and shoot a load deep inside her sensuously tight pussy.
Claire looked up at me and confided in a low and carefully worded manner,
“I remembered why I didn’t think my sister had an accident or died of natural causes. She had been dating this guy who was into a lot of very scary stuff and I think she knew she was in danger.”
I was a bit taken aback because Priscilla had never mentioned anything of this nature to me and there was nothing in the file to indicate that it had been a part of the police investigation. It would explain an awful lot about why nothing seemed to add up.
“Do you know his name?”
She looked up at me with her deep, dreamy eyes and whispered,
“Ramon! All I remember is his name was Ramon something. He had some sort of health club down in Daly City and all the “old money” people went there for the privacy.”
I could tell Claire was telling me the truth and the fact that her hand was busy under the tablecloth stroking my erection did not influence my perception in the slightest. At least, I don’t think it did.
Both of our cars were in the valet service, so I went in her car back to the mansion on the beach and carried her up the spiral staircase to her bedroom suite. In a matter of seconds, we were both naked as jaybirds and humping like college students on spring break.
She drained me with her mouth, her pussy and even her gorgeous white bouncy ass. Claire was of an age when no matter how much she watched her diet and exercised to keep well-toned, her ass cheeks jiggled in every direction when she was being pounded from behind. I know she was annoyed when I told her that, but I found it to be most stimulating and I was tempted beyond the limit to spank her bouncy ass cheeks often before I finally shot my load up her tight vaginal channel.
Claire told me to take her Jaguar out of the garage to go back home and that she would send her driver over to the club in the morning to retrieve my old Ford and switch it at my apartment parking lot. This seemed like a great idea and eliminated the need to take a cab back to the country club.
I parked the Jag in Mrs. Synder’s spot because I knew she had no car and was unlikely to object to my commandeering her parking space for the night.
When I tossed the keys into the Mr. Frog dish on the hallway table, Priscilla ran out from the bedroom demanding to know all the juicy details about my meeting with her sister, Claire.
I carefully omitted all of the “pillow talk” or even the suggestion that her sister and I had shared a pillow. When I looked at her quizzically after related the part about “Ramon”, she looked off in the distance as if there were a convoy of ships sweeping past Alcatraz. I knew that the waters of the bay were empty and that she was just trying to figure out how to answer my unspoken question.
“I guess I haven’t been entirely forthcoming, Dave, it isn’t that I was lying, I was just trying to hide some things so you wouldn’t think me to be a bad girl.”
I saw that my ghost had managed to summon up a very wet “ghostly” tear. I felt like a complete idiot but knew I had to get to the bottom of this without further delay.
“You have to come clean, Priscilla, and you have to tell me everything right now.”
She sighed and shifted on the sofa so her naked leg was resting right on top of my groin putting my male equipment on alert that pussy was approaching and contact was eminent. I gave her a stern look or, at least, something that I thought would be seen as stern and waited in silence.
“I kind of knew that my sister would tell you all about Ramon. I really loved Ramon but he was a pretty bad guy. He got me this apartment and set up “dates” for me to see guys he sent over. I did everything he told me because made me feel special whenever he gave me his cock. I didn’t mind the “guys” because I knew that was how he made his money. Well, that and other things as well. It wasn’t Ramon that hurt me. It was really that my heart just gave out in my sleep. When I "woke up" I was already dead but nobody hurt me.
I guess you could say I died a “happy” death.”
She smiled at me and seemed relieved that the truth was finally out.
“Now that I understand everything, I guess I won’t be haunting this place anymore. You have been a very good boyfriend to me, Dave, but it is time for every ghost to move on and I think it is my time.”
All of a sudden, I noticed that Priscilla was sort of “fading” right in front of my eyes. I reached out to touch her and all I met was an empty space. The last thing I saw was a bittersweet smile from another time and another place.
It was deathly quiet in the apartment after that. All I could hear was a fog horn in the distance warning ships away from dangerous shoals beneath the surface of the cold, choppy waves.
I drove over to Claire’s house the next morning. It was a beautiful autumn morning with leaves falling from the trees lining the sides of the road. The gardeners were raking up the leaves from her driveway and the bushes. The Oriental maid answered the door and told me that the “mistress” was just finishing her “toilet” and would be down shortly. I asked her name and she told me she was called, “Marie”, but that her real name was “Yoshimi” and she had come to work for Mrs. Poindexter straight from Japan. I told her that her English was real good and she confided that she had attended San Francisco State University with all expenses paid by the “Mistress”.
Claire came into the room with a bright and cheerful air about her that was infectious and had the three of them laughing along with her. Claire had Marie pour her a gin and tonic even though it was not even noontime. She insisted they both join her and I could tell that Marie must join her “mistress” often in such relaxing moments. I realized suddenly that Marie’s French maid costume for more for Claire’s benefit than anyone else.
I held off informing Claire of the fact that her sister’s issues were fully resolved and no longer a matter of concern. There would be time enough for that later. We all had a second drink and Claire sprawled right out on the sofa with her robe open displaying her pretty well-trimmed bush. She certainly kept her body in good shape and I ogled her gash with much delight.
“Marie, come over here to your mistress and show Mr. David how nicely you can make me relax.”
I was all eyes and ears now because the beautiful Japanese maid went to her knees between Claire’s legs and bent forward. All I could focus on was the thin silk cord that constituted Marie’s undies barely covering a delicious looking brown eye and a totally denuded pussy slit.
The sounds of Marie slurping Claire’s pussy were so erotic that my erection threatened to rip my trousers wide open. I decided to take them off and join the two females distracted by their own personal activities. Marie’s heart-shaped bottom was a single tint indicating that she preferred sunning her body totally nude. I pushed her white silk thong to the side and pressed my rampant cock into the back end of her pussy slit. The entry was effortless. She was so wet and open by now that I was soon bouncing off of her sensitive cervix. The feel of the Japanese girl’s bottom was enough to put me into a frenzy of “doggy” style humping that could only end in my frantic release of creamy cum deep inside her clutching vagina.
Claire looked into my eyes with much amusement. I could tell she was not jealous in the least little bit. In fact, I think she was pleased to share her “maid” with me in a troika of erotic passion.
Marie was squealing with delight at each spurt of my male juices into her pussy. But she did not slow down her ministrations in pleasuring her mistress’s well-trimmed bush. I could see the pretty Japanese girl rubbing and probing Claire’s brown eye with her manicured fingers making her damp slit even wetter.
Claire patted Marie’s head in appreciation of her efforts to please her pussy. I did the same by spanking the girl’s shapely bottom until she glowed red like a cherry on top of an ice cream sundae.
This was the beginning of a “flesh and blood” three way relationship that promised infinite variety.
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