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."