Ghost Whisperer

[little_golden]

Melinda Gordon was both beautiful and very special. She was the poster child for the "Girl Next Door" with long dark hair, thin, lovely to gaze upon and having delicious breasts.

She had the gift to see and speak with ghosts. It was both a gift and a curse since the spirits invaded her private life and caused her no end of grief and pain. Though it was rewarding too as often she was able to help good ghost to remember their pasts, finish unfinished business, and then to walk into the light.

Her firefighter husband was a delightful life partner - strong, handsome and very caring. She admired him for his hard work and dedication to helping others and carving out a life with her. Melinda shared all her secrets with him and he was tolerant of her strange behaviour, late night travels, and mysterious rendez-vous. Though he could neither see nor hear the ghosts he believed his wife and had never thought to put her in an insane asylum or to get her professional help.

OCC: The thread is based on the show in general. I'm hoping for a male player who will be interested in controlling the husband, the professor and various male ghosts. I will control the female characters and ghosts.

PM me if your interested in jumping on...

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jim Gordon

Jim considered himself a very lucky person. He was on top of the world. Newly married to a very beautiful woman, Melinda was the perfect life-mate he could ever find. His life seemed complete. He was a nice looking man, short, well-groomed black hair, and a nice athletic build, thanks to his career with the fire department. It was his love of life, and his dedication to helping people, that helped him “accept” his wife’s extraordinary ability. He was otherwise a very plain man, rather simple in nature.

Others may have been threatened or extremely critical of Melinda’s talents. Jim, however accepted them, and grew fond, as Melinda shared her other worldly experiences with him. He grew more and more in awe of her abilities, supporting her with every fiber of his body, for she was doing the same thing he did for a career. He was constantly amazed by each encounter and how Melinda helped each one. She too, was helping people, helping ghosts; helping them put a finish on their shortened lives, and helping them move on.

His greatest worry for her was only her safety, and her well being. He loved her dearly, and has come to realize that life is so unpredictable, making him more determined to say the things that needed to be said, every day!

 

[little_golden]

2 AM Friday Night - Melinda Gordon

Melinda and Jim had spent the evening relaxing at home as they shared several glasses of wine while they watched a DVD movie. It was simple yet fun. Melinda had made a point of parading around in a sexy white lingerie outfit while Jim wore a pair of sexy boxers.

Around midnight they went to sleep. Both were exhausted from a busy day and since Jim was on duty at 6 AM the next moment they actually went to sleep right away without any of their usual hanky panky. In Melinda's sleeping mind she turned over and over her plan to visit the professor at the university. He was a handsome man, very smart with his PHD and studies, but ever so cynical. To her surprise he had believed her secret but somehow she still had her doubts about him. It was the way he always looked at her. These thoughts played over and over in her subconscious mind.

It was two AM and Melinda awoke with a start. Turning her head to the left she could see that Jim was fast asleep beside her in bed. She was dressed in a sexy white baby doll outfit that showed off her cleavage to perfection and for Jim's pleasure she had worn white stockings and a garter belt.

A cold sensation filled the bedroom and as Melinda looked about she could see a tall black man, a ghost, cross the room toward her. Melinda was scarred as the man was obviously a ghost of a deceased biker, he had wild eyes, a shaved head, scars across his face and looked menacing.

"Hello.... Yes... I can see you.... Are you here for help crossing over?" Melinda asked naively. The ghost moved closer and closer and then descended over Jim's body.

"Oh no you don't" Melinda started to protest but it was too late. She felt Jim's body rising from the body in an animated form. She knew Jim was still fast asleep yet the spiritual entity was beside her in his body.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Malcolm Johnson

There it was for Malcolm. Finally, an opportunity! Someone that could see him! He'd been wandering for nearly seven years now. He'd been following her for some time. He knew of her abilities, and knew of her beauty. Tonight, however, she was too irresistable! The white lingerie she wore showed her delectable form and he grew to want her more and more. The want grew so much that his energy level increased to the point to where he could resist the temptation no more. Her firm, young, ripe breasts threatened to spill out of the form fitting baby doll outfit. His eyes followed her delectably lithe legs, encased in white stockings, all the way up to the garters, outlining the entrance to her sex.

There, next to her, an unsuspecting victim. Once more, he could experience the touch, smell, and feel of a real woman. He needed her! He approached her, knowing full well that his energy would be drained when he was through. That didn't matter at this point. He HAD to have her! He HAD to take her, in every sense of the word! The man lying next to her would be his means of getting what he wanted.

"Hello.... Yes... I can see you.... Are you here for help crossing over? Oh no you don't!" he heard her mutter. Right now, words were not necessary. Posession was of utmost importance!

He hovered, and then descended onto the available body laying next to the girl. He morphed into the body, and moments later opened his eyes, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her smell, drinking in his first breath of fresh air. As he rolled to her, his hand stretched out and felt the "real," feel of her smooth skin against his caloused hands. An evil, but wide, smile spread across his face as he moved even closer to her warm body. Before she had time to protest, or even mutter anything, he was atop her, smothering her body, sealing his mouth over hers, tasting her ripe red lips as his fire grew.

 

[little_golden]

Melinda knew it was too late to stop the biker ghost. She had no idea how long he had been in their house or how long he might have been watching her from the shadows while she slept. It was creepy! Though the ghost was dead she suddenly felt very self conscious dressed in a sexy white baby doll, thong panties, garter, and white stockings. It had been a treat meant only for her husband Jim. If her had Jim had made love that ghost might have watched the whole thing.

Melinda's eyes went wide as the ghost sat up in Jim's body. Before she could speak he quickly rolled over as his hand stretched out and felt her body. Though it was Jim's body she knew it wasn't Jim's mind or spirit. The hand that roved across her body seemed to snake it ways around her in a lusty rather than loving fashion. As she looked into Jim's face, she could see an evil smile spread across his face and then suddenly her mouth was sealed with a long hot kiss.

Resisting the kiss, seeing it as some sort of betrayal of Jim, she fought the spirit's for five or six seconds until Jim's familiar tongue triggered a physical response deep in her body. She couldn't resist his tongue and the feel and weight of his body so near her. She could smell Jim. She could taste Jim. She could feel the warmth from his body.

Melinda could feel her body responding to Jim's touch.

It's not Jim... He's possessed... I have to break the spell..... Melinda thought to herself as she could feel familiar hands now roving across her breasts and trying to pull off her panties.


Everything suddenly seemed in slow motion as events unfolded.....

 

[little_golden]

A few character pics..... Ghostwhisperer

Here are some pics from the show....

 

[little_golden]

Okay... Something More Sexy

OCC: Per PM request... I've found something more "interesting".

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Malcolm

Those lips, so ripe, so sweet, so luscious. They were full of life, something he'd been missing for so long. Now that he had the ability to enjoy the flesh, he was determined to do just that, before his energy supply ran low. Thrusting his tongue past his own lips he ran them over hers, slipping through her initial resistance, gaining entry. That's when the tango of tongues began, twining his with hers, till they tangled amongst themselves.

All it took was that tiny little whimper. He heard it; the sound of her body succumbing to his advances. He magnified the sensation, groaning a ghostly sound as he signaled his appreciation, wriggling forcefully into her. He could feel the vibration rumble through her body as he groaned.

As the passion grew, so did the intensity of their kiss, and the seeming urgency of his hands. It took absolutely no effort to free the creamy white swells of her breasts from the white babydoll outfit. His body still pressed tightly atop of hers, he managed his hand further down between them, now pulling and tugging urgently on the skimpy bottoms, peeling them over the bumps of her curvy hips. Wriggling and writhing in synchopation with Melinda, he managed to press himself between her legs, pushing the panties down her legs, and kicking them off her feet.

It was only now that he slowed down and took a moment to enjoy the prey he had trapped beneath him. Holding her hands by her side, he pushed himself up, breaking their heated kiss and stared at the lovely white trophy woman he had acquired. Her long black hair, lay in curls scattered about her head on the pillow. Her creamy white flesh, only slightly colored by the summer sun, blended in with the fresh white cotton sheets. Her satiny babydoll top, buched around her midsection revealed a set of beautifully sized, soft, pliable orbs, rising and falling with every ragged breath she took. Pink nipples stood proudly, pointing up towards him begging for attention. Lower yet, he gazed upon her smooth skin, all the way to where their hips joined. Her sex hidden from immediate view by the silk boxers worn by the body he invaded. He could feel himself growing hard, pressing crudely into her sex.

He fell atop of her again, this time planting his face over a succulent tit, capturing it within his mouth...

 

[little_golden]

Melinda was emotionally and physically messed up as she felt Jim's lips pressing her hot lips and then his tongue darting back and forth in her mouth with great force and energy. Jim was normally so gentle and loving. He didn't take her like this. Her mind was confused, though she could sense a cold spirit within Jim, her body was responding to Jim's touch and her love for him. Her body was heating up. Her heart beat was racing. Her lungs were pumping faster. Her body was becoming aroused at his touch.

She gulped for air as the long heated French kiss continued. Melinda knew this wasn't Jim. Well it was Jim's body but not Jim in control. There was an evil force within and she assumed it to be the ghost of the evil biker, the black man she had seen moments before in her room. He had invaded Jim's body and now pressed himself, well Jim's body onto hers.

Melinda wanted to push away but she couldn't. Jim was too strong and she didn't dare kick, punch or scratch him. She didn't want to hurt her husband in any way. Though she tried to resist the kiss, she could feel her body getting hotter and knew she was becoming aroused. She didn't know if this was normal or not. Was she become hot and wet because of Jim's touch or whether it was the realization that a ghost, a black biker, was about to make love to her. For a split second it dawned on her that she was about to get raped by a ghost. Her husband was going to rape her. Well, the ghost controlling her husband was going to rape her.

"OOOoooaaaaa" Melinda couldn't help but moan out as she felt Jim's soft hands racing across her body and suddenly freeing her beautiful perky breasts from the white baby doll outfit that she had worn to bed. The hands were so skilled and dexterous. Jim could never have done that so fast. The fingers probed her nipples for a second or two and she knew her nipples were responding to Jim's touch or to the ghost's attention.

No... no.. This can't be happening Melinda wanted to shout out her thoughts but the long French kiss effectively silenced her. She tried to push him up and off her but she was too small and too weak to make any success of it. Instead, she could feel Jim's almost 200 pounds of muscle pressing down on her. It was making her tired and exhausted as she tried to struggle and resist.

It's hopeless Melinda realized as she gave in momentarily and her tongue danced in tune with Jim's tongue. Though this time it was different. Melinda was afraid. There was an evil presence in the room and she was pinned beneath it.

"No no..." Melinda whispered as the kiss was broken. But it was at that second that she realized that the skillful hands manipulating Jim's body had every so easily slipped off her soft silky white thong over her hips and to her ankles. Melinda knew this wasn't good. Her body was growing hotter in anticipation of Jim's big penis.

But it's not Jim... I have to stop him.... Melinda reminded herself as she tried to brace her legs together to resist the ghost. Jim's leg suddenly darted between her legs and the ghost skillfully slipped her panties from her ankles onto the nearby floor as they flung through the air.

"Wait... I can help you... I really can... You don't want to do this... " Melinda mumbled louder forgetting that the window was open and that her neighbours might hear her.

The evil feeling in the room intensified as she felt Jim's hands prying her legs open as he worked free his boxer's. Melinda knew she she was wet and ready for Jim's cock though a feeling of guilt pervaded her body. She tried to fight off the ghost but her hands were grabbed and pinned to her side. It was then that she was forced to moan out like a feline cat in heat as Jim's mouth suddenly enveloped her right nipple sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Oh Jim... Oh Jim" she screamed out in a mixture of pleasure and panic.

Coming to her senses and sorting out that the ghost was intent on taking her she screamed louder:

"Jim... Jim....Stop... Don't do it!"

Her screams fell on deaf ears. The ghost repositioned himself and Melinda so that her firm slender legs were spread wide apart and the tip of Jim's cock probed the twin portals of her love canal.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Malcolm Johnson

All those years of pent up passion, were finally coming out in a heated rush of lust. Suckling on the sweet flesh of her breast, alternating back and forth, feeling her melt beneath him, her struggling, fading with every swipe of his tongue across her nipples gave him the resolve to continue on. He took delight in trapping the turgid teats between his teeth, raking them along the tender flesh. The sounds of heavy breathing, moaning, and groanings of passion were filling the air. The open window, the same window through which he entered, did nothing to let the heat building in the room escape.

"No... no ... Wait... I can help you... I really can... You don't want to do this... "

He heard the words, but the words didn't match her body's reactions. No! She was opening up to him, she was accepting him, she was inviting him to continue! She could help him! She could help him get what he wanted ... release! She was wrong about one thing though ... He DID want to do this! He needed to do this!

The feel of blood rushing through his body once more, was a feel that Malcolm had wanted for such a long time. He was particularly happy that the blood was flowing to one area in particular. The raging stiffness was unmistakable as he felt the burgeoning head poke and prod at the dewy petals between her splayed legs. The increasing wetness only proved to Malcolm that she was indeed enjoying this, that indeed, she wanted this as much as he did.

Still keeping her arms pinned, he rose once more, to capture her naked beauty just before ravaging her. The sight of her eyes beginning to glaze over as they rolled back in their sockets, were like a green light to proceed. Inhaling another lungful of long lost air, Malcolm raised his hips, held his breath, then dropped his weight into her. He pierced the opening, the bulbous head popping through the tight oval. He was in!

Once more he smothered her with his body, his mouth now more ravenous than ever. Suckling and nibbling, he moved from her lips and mouth, to her neck, to her breasts, and back again, all the while slowly rocking his hips back and forth, pushing his big, fat organ, deeper and deeper with each methodical thrust.

 

[little_golden]

Melinda knew her vulnerability. She was helpless. Pinned under Jim's weight and spread before Jim's erection soon she would be penetrated and filled. It was a small comfort that the ghost had possessed Jim and not some stranger. She could try to fight him but it was useless. She was too tired and too aroused.

"OOOOOaaaaaaaa" Melinda moaned out as the ghost used Jim's perfect teeth to suckle her breasts like a nursing babe. The pleasure and delight rippled through Melinda's sweet innocent body. As he alternated her attention she was slowly slipping her hot wet pussy onto the big cock that was lodged between the twin portals of her pussy.

"AAaAaaaaaaA" Melinda gasped as she tried to recover form the suckling. It was so wonderful. Then to her pain and unexperienced pleasure she could feel the hard sharp teeth now raking her nipples and soft flesh causing her to buck under his weight and to further his entrance into her hot desirable tight pussy.

Everything was in slow motion.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! Aaaaaaaa" Melinda grunted out like a sow being fucked by a swine as the ghost slammed down his whole weight and buried Jim's cock balls deep into Melinda's sweet hot pussy.


Melinda's body was now bucking and squirming for the big hard cock slid through her like a hot knife through butter. It was heavenly and now she couldn't resist as she bucked her sweet pussy up and down on Jim's big cock.

"I shouldn't do this" Melinda realized as the evil presence seemed to grow stronger and stronger as the cock thrusts were eagerly taken my Melinda. She was quickly silenced as Jim's mouth covered her mouth with a long hot kiss and then alternated from her lips, to her neck, and then to each breast.

It was so wonderful Melinda was forced to admit as she eagerly and willfully took the big cock and let the ghost have his way with her body. She responded to his attention with many soft moans and grunts of pleasure and satisfaction.

With great effort he managed to lift her soft slender legs higher into the air and then with her own smug satisfaction rested them on Jim's shoulders.

"Ooooo... yess....." Melinda moaned over and over.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Malcolm

Malcolm was in seventh heaven! Even though it had been so many years, it was as if he hadn't missed a single beat! The soft, sensuous feel of her slick pussy walls, massaging his shaft as he sunk balls deep into her was exquisite!

There was no denying that he was enjoying this, but he took delight in the fact that the young, hot vixen he was screwing, was enjoying it just as much. Each cooing sound of enjoyment that escaped her lungs only fueled his fire and hunger even more.

Malcolm was delighted that at least the body he invaded, had a decent sized prick, one that could relish the feel of every inch sinking into her in delicious detail; one that sufficiently stretched her tight opening wider.

No longer was she fighting him! No! She was actually fucking back now! He smiled smugly, his prowess and control unquestioned. He matched her moans with cries of his own as he sawed the entire length in and out for several excruciatingly long minutes, relishing in the violation of her body.

No longer, did he have to restrain her! He gave up his grip on her wrists, only to reach back and grasp the ankles that were weaving to the small of his back. She tried to control the tempo and his motions with her feet, but he would have none of that. Rather, he pulled her legs up, nearly folding her in half before resting her legs on his shoulder.

From this position, he was now able to penetrate his sword even deeper into the honeyed treasure. In and out, at his varying tempo, he continued to pump and saw his prick, his eyes glued to the sight of her hole stretched around the thick meat invading her. His hands gripped her waist and used it for leverage when he wanted to fuck deep and hard, hitting the back of her canal with an exaggerated "thump!" His thumbs dug hard into her soft hips as the large helmet banged against her cervix, threatening to pop into her womb.

Over and over, he continued ravaging the young beauty whom he really didn't know. Over and over, he fucked her like there was no tomorrow! Over and over he pushed her to the brink of explosion.

He wasn't about to explode just yet, but he needed the feel of her walls convulsing uncontrollably around his shaft. Summoning more energy, he walked his hands in closer together until his thumbs were probing the pussy he was pounding. One thumb pulled her lips wider apart, while another diddled purposefully on the swollen and distended clit.

"Cum for me! Cum all over my cock! Cum baby, cum NOW!" His voice, deep and resonating shook the walls as he thrust deep and hard into her!

 

[little_golden]

Melinda was feeling the heat of Jim's throbbing prick as the ghost rammed it back and forth between her sweet pussy lips. Her triangle of soft black public hair cushioned only a small part of the impact of the tremendous force being used to pump Jim's cock back and forth, deeper and deeper till it seemed to touch her very soul and essence.

As her hands were freed, Melinda braced her hands against the headboard trying to prevent herself from being squeezed flat.

...Jim.. the ghost is so powerful.... such force... such energy... Oh my God.... He's so deep and steady.... Melinda thought secretly as the pleasure erupted from their bodies and she continued to moan louder and louder. Her heart was racing and she could hear its pounding.

"Bang,,, Bang... Bang...." the headboard of the bed continuously banged against the wall in steady rhyme to their lovemaking. Melinda was holding her own as Jim's cock taught her the meaning of her womanhood. This was anew sensation to Melinda to be so overwhelmed in their lovemaking.

"Oh my...AAAAaaa... That's it!" Melinda gasped between moans as suddenly Jim's big thumbs were probing her. She could sense the stretching as one thumb pulled her lips wider apart, while another diddled purposefully on the swollen and distended clit. She was helpless as she felt her pussy slick and wet under his touch. It was a dark and evil sensation that ran through the room like a negative electrical charge.

It was Jim's voice she heard:

"Cum for me! Cum all over my cock! Cum baby, cum NOW!"

Yet somehow it wasn't his voice. It seemed deeper and more and resonating and somehow it shook the walls as the big prick was thrusted deeper and deeper until it could go no farther.

Melinda knew she couldn't take much more of this pleasure. There was a guilty feeling pervading her mind and soul. It was working to bring her back to her reality and morality, but before it did, she let go of her self control and bucked on his prick for several seconds as she screamed out in her own ecstasy as she drenched Jim's cock with her love fluids.

I can't believe it... I had an orgasm... A real one... Oh my... Melinda thought seconds after the short series spasms of pure pleasure subsided.

It was the continued pounding by Jim's cock that made her realize that the ghost wasn't yet finished. Now she could feel everything twice as much and she grunted more than moaned as he finished up. She held tightly to the headboard trying to quiet the slamming of the headboard against the wall.

"Bang... Bang.. Bang" the headboard continued to slam against the wall.

Melinda closed her eyes tight as she waited for the ghost to finish. She was afraid to tell him to stop. She didn't know why. But she waited as she held on tight.

I'll ask him his name... Maybe he needed that to cross over... Maybe I remind him of someone.... his wife..... Did he rape me? Should I be mad at him? Or did I consent? I'll run his name in the morning on the internet and I'll see the professor too Melinda suddenly tried to turn it around as if it was just part of her normal routine. But it wasn't and she knew it.

When she opened her eyes and looked at Jim everything was so clear. The ghost had a dark sensation around it. Jim's eyes weren't normal though they seemed open. Her ankles were still up over Jim's shoulders but rather than sexy white silk stocking she now wore slutty black fishnet stockings.

"My stockings" Melinda mumbled without realizing it.

But... but how... they were white... pure.... Melinda pondered but she knew that someone her soul had been stained from her lustful behaviour with the evil ghost.

I'll redeem myself... she promised herself.....

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Malcolm continued pounding through the spasming sensations squeezing his cock as she erupted in joyous release around the thick shaft. Her release only served to reinforce the energy surrounding him as the black cloud enveloped both of them. He had made her cum, yet he had to finish, which he had not yet done. There were still more perversions to put her through.

The blackness that surrounded them also transformed them, bringing her more into his world than he into hers. For now, she was no longer the pure and innocent one, but the slut he had always known she was ... at least who he thought her to be.

He heard her mumble something about her stocking shortly after her explosion,. He looked down and was not surprised to see that the force of the world he was caught in was enveloping her and transforming her, pulling her with him, for she was still attached to him. His smug smile remained on his face as he noted the creamy white legs encased in black fishnet stockings. His eyes traveled down along her legs as he thrust, in and out through her flooded canal, seeing where the tops of her stockings were held in place by the tight black garter straps.

He relished the feel of her release, the frothy excess liquid seeping from her formerly tight channel, coating his heavy laden sac, and surely dripping through the swells of her rounded bottom. He considered flipping her over and violating that lovely orifice also.

Continuing his gaze upon her, he saw how the baby doll had transformed into a black corset, still bunched lewdly around her midsection. A glittering sheen of sweat covered her heaving breasts as they bounced and jiggled with every thrust of his hips. Her lips were quivering with every ragged breath she took. Around her neck, a black band of leather was strapped snugly in place, attached to which there was a silver ring below her neck.

The sound of the banging headboard drew his attention up along her outstretched arms, the tension in the muscles clearly evident. There upon her wrists were two similar bands of leather, each with their own silver ring also. Her hands gripped tightly to the rungs as they slapped against the back wall. Between her wrists, and through the rungs of the bed, was a silver chain.

The force was powerful. This is how it was for him. This is how it always was. This was his world. This is where he came from. This is what his life was all about.

He was not finished with her. There was still more to accomplish. Her first orgasm was only the beginning. There was more to come.

Unexpectedly, and quite suddenly, he pulled back and freed his massive member from her clutches, squeezing the shaft tightly, causing the bulbous head to swell even more obscenely, waving it for her to see ...

 

[little_golden]

It was the sensation on her nipples that the room was growing colder and colder that caused Melinda to grow more nervous and decide that things were getting too far out of control.

But it was too late, for the ghost biker continued pounding until he was finished with their little bedtime dance. Melinda could sense he was growing stronger and that the room seemed to be shifting and things were changing as everything became darker, more evil and menacing. It frightened Melinda to realize that first her pretty dainty white stocking had changed into slutty black fishnet stockings, and then garter ensemble had changed from white silk into sexy black garter straps.

He has power... It's growing... He's changing my clothes... He can transform things.... Is it real.... Is this a dream? Is the change permanent or temporary? I have to stop him Melinda realized as the biker continued to make free and hard use of her love soaked pussy.

"Uuuuuuuaaaaa" Melinda grunted as the biker's prick suddenly seemed larger, thicker and bigger.

Can't be... I'm just tired.... It seems so tight again Melinda was shocked as she suddenly began to feel his prick splitting back into her and stretching her hot wet pussy around his growing prick.

Looking down at herself, Melinda knew she was in trouble. It was her sin in not stopping the ghost earlier. She knew she should have cried out for Jim to save her but she hadn't. She should have done more to resist but hadn't. She thought she could control the ghost and help him but she had failed miserably. As she looked down, her pretty white baby doll outfit had transformed into a sexy but very slutty black corset, which was bunched lewdly around her midsection.

The room had transformed and now she could see a black haze around the bed. But the bed and sheets had changed too. It was now a big king sized bed with a brass headboard and foot board. The brass rods that made up the head board an foot board were tarnished and nicked.

"This can't be happening ... I have to stop you before it's too late" Melinda whined as she took the biker's big black prick.

It's black! Melinda realized as she now looked closer at the biker she realized that Jim's body was being transformed into the strange face and shape of the black biker ghost.

"Who are you?" Melinda blurted out as the biker paid little attention to her words and continued to make her moan and grunt with his heavy thrusts of his huge penis.

Swaying her head and trying to regain her concentration she could now see mirrors on the ceiling and walls around the big brass bed. Looking up she could see the biker pounding away in slow motion into her sweet wet pussy. Her neck was different now - she could see a black band of leather with a big silver ring strapped snugly below her neck. Then from thin air, two black leather bands with silver rings appeared on her wrists.

"Bang.. Bang... Bang" the headboard continued to bang against the wall.

"Aaaaaa Aaaaa aaaaa" Melinda moaned in response to the quickening strokes from the biker's cock.

Melinda foolishly gripped the headboard for support, and at that instant, her wrists were secured by a silver chain through the rungs of the big brass bed.

"No...aaaaaaa..aaaaa" Melinda grunted in ecstasy as the pleasure continued to overwhelm her senses. Though secretly she wanted the final satisfaction. But to her surprise and shock he pulled out the huge cock.

"Oh my God" she mumbled as in the mirror above, she could see
a black bulbous head protruding in the air and being waved menacingly in the air. She was stunned that it was so big and that somehow he had pulled it from her small tight little pussy.

"A monster cock!" she blurted out innocently and not having carefully chosen her words. To her surprise she had a craving for whiskey and a cigarette. This wasn't normal. After love making, Jim and Melinda would normally snuggle, hold hands and keep the moment intimate and special.

Melinda tried to pull back from the biker and his monster cock but quickly learned that with her wrists tied to the bed she was pretty helpless. As she leaned her head back she was further surprised as a silver chain no leashed her to the headboard with about two feet of slack.

A musty smell permeated the room. It was the smell of sex and stale sex. The sheets had transformed from pretty pink roses to black satin. They were slippery and sweat soaked. They were well used.

Melinda shook her head trying to break the spell or trying to wake up - if this was merely a dream or a bad nightmare. But it didn't work. Instead, she could feel a tremendous heat between her legs and the sweet triangle of pubic hair melted away and let her bare, smooth, bald, pink and very skanky. As she looked into the mirror, she could see small black leather straps, with silver rings appearing on her ankles.

"No..." Melinda cried out in desperation as she could feel her legs being pulled wide apart as they were magically secured by a silver chain to the opposite corners of the foot board. She was spread eagle on her back as the ghost grinned in his awesome display of power.

"Let me go" Melinda pleaded.

"If you let me... I can help you cross over... You know this isn't right... I'm married to Jim... Please... Don't do this... You've had your fun... Don't hurt Jim!" Melinda now begged as she pushed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Who are you...What do you want with me?!" Melinda screamed at him trying to end her nightmare.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Malcolm was in his own world. With every ounce of energy that Melinda gave up, he absorbed, growing stronger and stronger with every passing minute. The black force surrounding them used the same energy, not just pulling Melinda into the unseen realm, but also pulling everything around them into it as well.

The force was even more powerful than Malcolm himself. It had the ability to transform, living, and non-living; bending, twisting, changing things at will. It was the force that was changing the room into what Malcolm was comfortable in. It was the force that was taking Malcolm back to his home, of sorts. This is where Malcolm spent most of his time.

As he continued to have his ways with the bound beauty, Malcolm, too had transformed. He was no longer posessing the body of another. It was his large, muscular frame, towering over the frightened female, his large, black, "monster" cock looming ominously for her to stare at. Their sweat covered bodies reflected in the mirrors surrounding the entire room. Every lewd angle could be seen clearly in any of the mirrors.

Her groans and whimpers only served to fuel his fire. He wasn't done. He wouldn't be done until he achieved his final orgasm! She had cum, he knew that; but she would explode again, and again, until he was ready!

He gazed at the gaping hole he had left between her splayed legs, finally shackled to the bed in place, as he was accustomed to. He snickered and groaned, drowning out her whimpers and cries, forcefully shoving the large member back into the waiting hole. Repeatedly, over and over again, he would pound into her, bringing her to the brink, sucking more energy from her, and then pull out! He'd wave the menacing bat at her, showing her how slick it was from her flowing juices. If she was trying to fight him, it appeared to him that her body belied her, arching back to him, begging for more.

The black haze surrounding them had an accompanying noisy, almost deafening roar in Malcolm's mind. As he continued fucking her raw, bald sex, he could see her mouth move, but all he heard was that load roar as if caught in the middle of a tornado. It didn't matter what she was saying at this point. He had a job to attend to, and he was completing it with perfection.

After what seemed like an eternity, Malcolm shoved his prick in with such brutal force that the whole king-sized bed rattled, sinking in balls deep within the sloshing confines of her pussy. He stayed buried within her, letting her have that second orgasm, he knew he had led her to.

The rippling sensations along his prick were extraordinary. He savored the moment, licking the sweat from his lips, watching her lay so helpless beneath him.

But there was more, the force pushing him along. After a few minutes had passed, he withdrew his swollen stick from her clenching canal, still not reaching his own climax.

He turned his back to the girl momentarily, as he reached back and undid one ankle, freeing it from the footboard. With fluid and practiced ease, he brought the ankle straight up, up towards the mirrored ceiling, up further towards the brass headboard. With a dangling piece of chain that had appeared, he tethered one ankle there, and then proceeded to do the same with the other.

Once again, the naked porn starlet lay practically bent in half, her sopping sex glistening in the mirrors in plain view. Obvious streaks of their sexual encounter were trailing from her sex, down over the puckered ring of her rosebud, pooling in stain-soaked puddles on the black satin sheets.

Malcolms eyes burned intensely as he stared at what lay before him. The thumping in his chest, and the constant groans and moans flooded his ears.

 

[little_golden]

Melinda was spread eagle to the four corners of the big brass bed. She was secured by leather bands to her wrists and ankles. Attached to these bands were large chain circle and various lengths of silver binding chain. See was bound to the bed and helplss as she looked up to the mirrors to watch the scene unfolding before her.

The ghost in the body of Jim, was transforming Jim's body. It seemed so real since Melinda could see, hear, smell, and touch him. This was a new powerful experience as she was forced to endure this physical/spiritual rape. This man was large, heavy, and very muscular frame. His big black cock was monsterous and she feared what he could do with such a weapon of lust. She could feel her body's heat and knew the monster had been servicing her own lusty needs. She had no idea that this ghost had been able to tap into her own secret desires.

Melinda was sweaty, tired, exhausted and panting like a wild animal as she moaned and groaned under his touch.

"Oh my heavens" Melinda whispered as in the ceiling mirror she gazed at the gaping hole he had left between her splayed legs.

Oh my... He's ... He's got it all in... How..... I can't believe it... He's twice the size of Jim.... Maybe's he's done... If he's finished maybe he'll let me go... I'll be sore if this is real... Oh God... I hope this is just a nightmare.... But I feel so wet... This feels too real....He's too strong for me... He knows that too... He's feeding off my pussy... He's feeding off my fear... How can I stop him? Melinda tried to mentally collect her thoughts.

"Ohhh!.... AAAaaaaa....Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuewwwwwwwwww!" Melinda moaned aloud in response to the ghost shoving the big black cock deep into her wet hot pussy. She knew he was very experienced with women as he seemed to know when to slow down and when to speed up. Tied as she was she was just a tethered pussy for his ultimate amusement and pleasure.

She could hear his snickering as groaning, as he forcefully rammed his oversized rod back and forth into her love oven as she was forced to take it as his leisure and depth. Melinda could feel him stealing life force and energy from her body as he plowed his big nasty cock back and forth over and over as she was forced to cry out in her own pleasure. Though she wanted to fight him, her body had betrayed her mind, and her arched her body and eagerly met his thrusts and squeezed hard on his big prick trying to force the seed from his shaft.

Melinda was mumbling incoherently as the room swirled in a black haze. Looking up she was memorized as the biker just kept pounding away at her bald hot pussy. She knew she was dripping her love juices but was glad for the lubrication it provided. It was like a movie in slow motion - but somehow she was star with this crazy ghost.

She screamed out a second time in a lusty cry of sexual passion as her body again convulsed on his hot rod and she squirted her own love juices. Never in her life had she been forced to such levls of sexual physical response. She would never had dared to dream it was even possible. Her Jim was always so gentle, caring, compassionate and sensitive. This ghost was a brute!

It's over she thought for the biker stopped his pumping as his prick was buried deep within Melinda's sweet pussy. They rested. She panted trying to recover her breathing. Her arms were exhausted and it was the bands no holding her weight as they cut into her soft flesh.

Melinda welcomed the cooler air invading her pussy as the biker pulled out his big cock and let her love juices drip from her delicious pussy. She was expecting to be freed and to finally learn just what the ghost wanted and why he had raped her. She felt she had a right to answer.

After a few minutes passed, the biker to her relief reached back and undid one ankle and thereby removing the silver chain and freeing it from the footboard. Quickly she stretched her leg trying to restore teh lost circulation and to reasert her own control of it.

"Ohhhhhh!" Melinda gasped as he suddenly brought her small ankle straight up in the air and then roughly towards the brass headboard. To her outrage and dismay a silver chain appeared and sure enough her first ankle and then her second ankle were tethered to the headboard.

The position was both awkward but every so revealing to.

"Not again" Melinda whinned like a young girl. Looking in the mirror she could see the man's intense burning eyes and she knew his throbbing cock would again invade her honey hole.

Melinda sucked in a large breath of air as she awaiting the huge prick to again begin its onsalught of her honey hole. This time she didn't argue or even speak. She couldn't stop him even if she wanted to, Her pussy was aching for his continued touch and from somewhere deep within her own essence she wanted him to fill her pussy with his strong masculine seed. For this moment, the world was a jungle, and she had been tamed by a mighty lion.

"What are you waiting for?" Melinda challenged him.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Malcolm

Malcolm was lost within the darkness surrounding them. His focus was on the young starlet beneath him. His hunger for her was immense, and he seemingly could not get enough, always wanting more and more. Yet somewhere within the darkness, he felt an occasional burst of light, a flash of sorts. The roar that was drowning his ears became more distinguishable, more like a constant buzz of people carrying on, people talking, and some yelling.

The surroundings were of no concern to Malcolm though. Her fishnet stocking clad legs were now secured spread eagled to the headboard to which her wrists were secured. Her slick pussy was gaping open from the most recent plowing he had done through her fertile fields. Her orgasm, a squirting release of her pleasure was indicative of the effect he had on her.

He was not done though! Her cries and moans, continued to mingle with his own.

"Not again," he heard her whimper as he towered over her. His cock was looming ready to pound into her once again.

"Mmmmmmmm," he moaned ghostly as he ran his slick sausage through the syrupy coating of her most recent explosion. He toyed with her, making sure she knew he was in control, and that in her position, he could do anything he wished!

"What are you waiting for?" Melinda challenged him with her heated words.

Malcolm smiled belying his demeanor. He was feeding off of her, and he would continue to use up all her energy until he got his release.

Splayed open like she was, he continued to drag his cock across her sensitive clit, through the sloppy wetness of her folds, and over the puckered ring of her ass. He spread her wetness from one hole to the other, delighting in the way she squirmed about, suddenly realizing the position she was in.

Malcolm raised up so that he was now standing atop the mattress, his large black bat pointing lewldly at a slight rise to his muscular belly. His feet were placed just below her ass, sinking the mattress and her, down with the weight.

"Ooooooooohhhhhh yessssssss," he hissed, grabbing his professional tool at the base, pointing the head downward until it pointed at the "V" between her legs.

The tease had begun! Back and forth, he would dip his mushroom into the delectable honey oozing from her pot, never pushing it all the way in. He'd drag the coated cock to her ass and push ever so determinedly at the tight hole, delighting in the way it slowly began to give way, given the excess lubrication.

"Baby gonna take it up the ass?" His words were like a blast of hot air shooting from his lungs, raising the temperature in the room another ten degrees. The sheen of sweat was clearly visible on their bodies, little flickers of light seemingly reflecting off her otherwise pale skin.

"You are mine, you slut!"

 

[little_golden]

The room continued to change and evolve faster and faster and as Melinda Gordon looked around she was momentarily blinded by several flashes of light. There were now voices around them of people moving here and there, some shouting directions, some talking and others whispering the background.

It was the waiting for the final onslaught that drove Melinda both physically and mentally crazy. She knew she couldn't escape and would have to see it through to the end. She still wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't. Her head was so confused at times she questions whether it was a ghost or a man fucking her. But she knew this big cock being teased across her sensitive clit, was not Jim's. It was just too black, took big, and its effect on her was devastating. Never had a man done this to her - not like this.

As he rubbed his enormous prick around, it touch her sensitive hot wet wet spots causing her to moan and gasp out in anticipation of yet another deep plunge. His stamina was amazing as he had so expertly brought her to her own orgasms.

Oh no... Melinda thought as she felt the big cock slip across her sweet asshole. No one had ever fucked her like that. Ladies didn't do that sort of thing she had always been taught. Melinda squirmed about trying to resist a sudden thrust that see his big cock rammed up her ass. She dreaded the pain and even the dark pleasure that might be triggered.

Melinda was forced to moan softly as the ghost used his big hard cock to spread her wetness from her pussy to her asshole as if he was lubricating and preparing her for an ass fuck. It sent shivers through her body. Now she wished he'd just fuck her pussy and get it over with. She guessed when his big canon finally blew it would be like a river of cum invading her little body.

Malcolm raised up so that he was now standing atop the mattress, his large black bat pointing lewdly at a slight rise to his muscular belly. His feet were placed just below her ass, sinking the mattress and her, down with the weight.

Seconds later, she could now better see several stationary bright lights around the bed and what looked like electrical cable strung on the ceiling and around a movie set. Melinda was even more confused as she tried to figure out just what was going on. But the dark hissing voice of the black giant below her pussy caught her attention as he grabbed at his own big cock, pointed it at her entrance, and declared in a snake like voice:

"Ooooooooohhhhhh yessssssss!"

Melinda bit her tongue in anticipation as she felt his cock moving back and forth in a steady rhythm. She moaned loudly as he gently dipped the helmet of the head of his big black cock into her delicious begging honey hole.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhheeeeehhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Melinda screamed out louder and louder as she again felt her body craving his cock and her own arousal drover her senses crazy. Her heard was again racing and her lungs were pressing hard for more air.

Melinda gulped air when she realized the big black prick had changed its target. It was now softly pushing at the door to her sweet ass. To her own surprise, there was a certain wetness that had shifted and though she knew the path was tight, she had this strange feeling that she could indeed take that monstrous cock.

But ladies don't do that... Only sluts do that... and only in the movies... I can't Melinda mentally decided as she now did her best to wiggle her body to try to prevent the big cock was suddenly spearing her ass.

The black giant blasted out:

"Baby gonna take it up the ass?"

His request caught her completely off guard. He was asking her and not telling her or just taking. Melinda for a moment or two lost her voice. She knew she should be shaking her head or something. Instead she simply pressed the mouth of her asshole against his hard cock helping him to penetrate the wet area and thereby helping his big cock to stretch her ass ring a little more.

"It's just too big... I'm too tight" Melinda blurted out in a truthful manner. She could hear laughter and snickering around it from unknown voices other than the biker.

"Perfect... the viewers are going love that... her agent was right on... she's playing it..... she worked that cock wonderfully... Now she'll take it" declared an unknown male voice.

The biker spoke again in domineering manner:

"You are mine, you slut!"

"Yes... yess" Melinda moaned in automatic response. She expected the big cock to be rammed in and at last he would would finish the deed and fill her pussy with his seed and thereby free her.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Malcolm Johnson

She was the perfect slut in his eyes. She also seemed to be a great actress, ad libbing lines like: "It's just too big... I'm too tight", only to respond with her body by pushing her ass up towards him, helping him stretch her backdoor wide open.

Malcolm never took his eyes off her, but somewhere from behind he heard a distinctive voice. "Yes! Good! That's it! Fuck her in the ass!" Malcolm had every intention of doing just that. This was his routine, this is what he did on a regular basis. This was his forte!

"Yes ... yesss." Her hissing release of air, was his signal to continue. She was wet, ready and willing to take his big cock, and he was going to give it to her.

With practiced ease, Malcolm shifted his weight, hovering over his slut. The lubrication that he had smeared over her puckered ring, along with her honey on his shaft, Malcolm drilled down into her bowels.

"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrggghhh ... uuuunnnnnggghhhh," he groaned loudly as the tight ring squeezed around his shaft, slowly loosening it's death grip as he sank deeper and deeper. By the time he was nearly half way in, the death grip had relinquished, succumbing to the invasion. He let out a ghastly breath of hot, pent up air, holding it there while they both got accustomed to the molded fit.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," he purred now, beginning the slow torturous withdrawal, only to plunge in again with an accentuated, "Umph!"

The rape and violation of her ass had begun. But the porn star was going along for the ride, enjoying every minute of it, feeding off of it, as he fed off of her. The energy in the room seemed to have tripled. Seemingly tons of flashes going off all around them as he continued penetrating deeper and deeper into her depths.

The tightness enveloping his cock was intense, and he knew it wouldn't be much longer before he finally shot his seed deep inside her. But he was determined to take her for yet another trip through the galaxy.

Falling into a steady rhythm, Malcolm continued pumping up and down through her tight channel. His abs were bouncing off the jiggling cheeks of her ass, his heavy sac, slapping noisily against her upturned tailbone. Her rocking motions were falling in synch with his, each one thrusting, hoping for the large black drill bit to bore a hole right through her body. Malcolm ran his large calloused hands along her taut, outstretched legs, rubbing up and down along their length as his cock continued its assault. After what seemed like an eternity, he drew his hands down to where her dripping pussy, still lay open, parted, waiting for hopefully, yet another invasion. He jammed two fingers into the open hole, bringing his thumb over her clit . Immediately, he began diddling her clit with fierce intensity as his fingers dipped into the fresh honey. Just a few centimeters soutn, his cock continued to plunge, only the thin membrane separating the two filled holes.

"That's it slut! Cum for me again! Who's the only one that can make you cum like this?"

He continued on, pushing her hard, forcing her to that brink where she would explode. He had already felt her pussy contracting around his cock, now he needed to feel her ass convulsing wildly, squeezing it like there was no tomorrow!

He was getting near!

 

[little_golden]

Melinda grunted like a speared pig when the big black biker drilled his big cock into her little asshole. She closed her eyes trying to shut things out. Tied and helpless she was no match for the ghost biker. Her long black hair was glued to the sides of her face given the layers of sweat that gleamed from her body. She smelt like sex and the aroma dizzying.

Her own moans and little grunts were lost as the biker himself groaned out forcefully as he sank his big prick into her tender ass. He seemed to love the sensation though she bucked trying to avoid the pain. It was just so tight at first.
Then the cock slipped threw her virgin ass and the lubricated little ring and when he moved it about, and it become more and more lubricating and it sure hurt a lot less and became even somewhat pleasurable.

At the beginning, it was not so delightful to Melinda, as she imagined a bottle being rammed up her rear end. Her ass felt as if it was ripping from the big cock that was now moving back and forth as it pounded in deeper and deeper. The big black man was purring "Mmmmmmmmmmm," as he moved it about and then Melinda learned to brace herself for when he grunted "Umph!" she knew the big prick was plunging back in. Without realizing it, Melinda as being cock trained by a real pro.

Melinda was too exhausted to do much more than simply take it. Resistance was useless. She was now using the chain and straps to help hold her weight otherwise they would now cut into her skin. Unknown to Melinda it was too late. In the morning she would be bruised around her wrists and pretty ankles.

The steady rhythm of the big prick continued and the big prick was relentless as it cleared a path through her asshole and into the furthest reaches of her pretty bum. Melinda was now moaning out with each deep entrance and exit of his cock and the sound of his balls against her body was a reminder of what was coming. She wanted to scream out but couldn't.

"Oooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaa!" Melinda screamed out in a soft pleasurable moan as she felt strong rough hands exploring her outstretched legs. It only added to the pleasure and the intimacy of the moment.

"AAaaaaaaaa" Melinda gasped as two hard fingers were unexpected jammed into her open wet juicy pussy. She hadn't wanted to admit it but her pussy was still craving cock and she eagerly let the fingers have their ways causing her to buck again as they slipped into her.

Melinda went crazy as his thumb began diddling her clit with fierce intensity. It was an overload to her senses and now she screamed out lustfully as her body gave in to the sinful pleasures and she wanted more and more of his touches across her hot sweaty body. Her mind was lost in a thousand exploding fireworks that crossed the spectrum of colours.

"Oh yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss.... yesssssss..... I'm on fire!!!" Melinda screamed aloud as her body went into spasms of unparalleled pleasure. A new wet sensation flowed through her pussy as she squirted her love juices onto his fingers. It was so humiliating for Melinda and she felt such shame.

The dark voice of the black biker brought her back to reality as she opened her eyes and heard his evil arrogant voice:

"That's it slut! Cum for me again! Who's the only one that can make you cum like this?"

The moment was broken for Melinda and now she was painfully aware of everything and wanted to be free.

I need to think.. This can't be real... I need to awake... I need Jim to be free of the ghost.... I need to find myself!

Shaking her head to clear it, she could only utter a finally moan, more in shock, than pleasure as she felt the eruption of the biker's cock drenching her like a belching fire hose.

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.....n...oooooooooo... aaaaaaaaa" Melinda panted as she was very felt very sensitive, sore and violated.

Looking around the room, it was all so very different.

"Where am I?" Melinda spoke softly as she came to her full senses. There were at least a dozen people watching them and filming them. It was all so clear. There was a camera that was doing a close up of her face while another camera was locked into her lower body.

"I want answers" Melinda spoke in a firm voice to the biker as she know struggled to try to free her arms and legs.

"Easy baby.. You were great... We got it all... Yep... Got it all first take!" the director called out as he came closer to the set. He was a small bald man dressed in black with a bullhorn in his hand.

"Okay... That's a take... We take 30 for lunch.... Everyone be back on time... Stars your trailers have meals waiting for you..... Candy... You were awesome... We could feel it all... You were a real pro as you moved about and pretended it was the first Malcolm took your ass. Malcolm you were a real stud!" the director called out.

A woman from the sides, dressed in a long dress, short red hair and wearing thick black glasses whispered to Melinda:

"Candy you were spectacular... Let me get those straps.... Here's your robe.... I'll walk you to the trailer... You probably want a hot shower and something to eat" the stage assistant named Mary offered as she quickly undid the chains and the black leather straps.

Melinda didn't speak for several seconds as she tried to figure things out. As she stood up, she had the strangest sensation that she wasn't in the right time or place. As she took a few paces from the big brass bed she had a much better appreciation that she had been on a set in part of some large filming studio. In a corner of the room she saw a sign in pink and black "Pussy Studio Productions".

For a second Melinda had a dizzy spell and closed her eyes. It was at that moment, she could see Jim in her own bed. He was waking up. But the woman with Jim was not Melinda but someone else.....

"Wait a second!" Melinda screamed out as she realized that the ghost of Candy had somehow assumed her body.

"This is your fault!" Melinda called out boldly to the biker.

"You better tell me what's going on?" Melinda added as she put her hands on her hips.

"Easy Candy" Mary whispered to her.

"We got your pills in the trailer" Mary added.

"You know some of the producers don't want to work with you because you're so wild and volatile... You were great today... You impressed them... So don't blow it now sugar ... They're paying you big bucks.... and you need the money... Keep them wanting more... You were so beautiful and sexy" Mary coached Melinda.

"Oh it's you Malcolm" Mary spoke up as she saw Malcolm standing on the sidelines.

"Ummm I guess you want to be alone?" Mary asked as she made a point of smiling and then disappearing as she called out:

"Your trailer is the white one on the left just outside the building.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Malcolm & Candy ... pics ... Ghost Whisperer

Some pictures of Malcolm & Candy ... by request!

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Malcolm

"Aaaaaaaaaagggghhh! Uuunnngggh! Gggoooodddddaammmnnn!"

Malcolm's climax had finally cum, his cock twitching and pulsing within the confines of Candy's ass! She was always such a good ass fuck! He could have left his cock in there, plunging the familiar depths of her ass as his massive meat stick erupted.

"Give us a money shot Malc," he heard the bald headed director blurt out.

Malcolm pulled his cock out of the clenching muscle, decorating her ass with the secondary spurts and spittles of his ejaculate. The incessant flashes of nearby cameras was almost blinding, capturing the artwork that Malcolm had created.

Malcolm eyed the lovely beauty that lay beneath him, both of them panting heavily, trying to recapture their spent energy. However, in his ghostly form, Malcolm was merely sucking up everything Melinda had to offer.

"Okay... That's a take... We take 30 for lunch.... Everyone be back on time... Stars your trailers have meals waiting for you..... Candy... You were awesome... We could feel it all... You were a real pro as you moved about and pretended it was the first Malcolm took your ass. Malcolm you were a real stud!" the director called out.

Within seconds the two of them were descended upon by a horde of workers. Mary had swooped in to take care of Candy, and clean her up, while tossing a large white towel and robe towards Malcolm. The set workers immediately set to task, readying for the next scene, gaffers were adjusting microphones, cameramen were shifting cameras and adjusting lighting. In general, it would be considered an organized chaos!

Malcolm wiped himself down, put on his robe, and tossed the towel atop the stained sheets. It would get cleaned with the rest of the linens from the scene! He sauntered over to check on Candy, who was now talking to Mary! She seemed a bit disoriented and upset, and Mary was trying to comfort her!

Malcolm realized that this wasn't really Candy here with him! It was actually the woman who had reminded him so much of her, that he HAD to take her ... had to bring her into his world! Right now, in Malcolm's eyes, he had Candy back, all to himself, just like it was ten plus years earlier:

Malcolm had known of Candy through the porn industry, and had on one occasion had the opportunity to do a scene with her. He was immediately smitten with her, yet both got caught up in their lifestyles and went their separate ways. Malcolm's career seemed to have skyrocketed, while Candy's was short-lived. As life's cruel realities set in on Candy, she resorted to solace found at the bottom of an alcohol bottle, and eventually drugs, including the needle!

Malcolm had heard of her situation and sought her out. It was only through his intervention, and true caring for her, that she was salvaged from the dregs of Hollywood's seedier side, where hookers and pimps claimed every corner. He helped her get cleaned up, and over that period, a true love developed. They wed shortly thereafter. Candy supported his career, knowing it was she, he truly loved and came home to every night.

Malcolm felt guilty though, and constantly encouraged her to get back in the industry. The problem was that no one was willing to work with her given her past, and her wild temperament; also, Candy wasn't sure if she could handle it! After a long period of persuasion and wranglings with producers, Candy relented, agreeing to get back into porn, but on one condition: she would only perform with Malcolm, or other women!

They had made several successful scenes, and were now working on a full length film...​

Malcolm intercepted Candy from Mary's grasp, wrapping his arm about her shoulder. Holding her tightly, he escorted her into the trailer. "C'mon, let's go take a shower," he said rather commandingly!

 

[little_golden]

Melinda's head was spinning with random thoughts and worries as she tried to sort things out in her head. The dream should have been broken. She had weird experiences before - but always they ended as she awoke. For some reasons she was trapped here. The worst part was that something or someone was trapped in physical body with Jim while she was trapped in the body of some porn queen.

Am I dead? Are they dead? I am seeing the dead or all they all living? Melinda mentally assessed to herself.

As she waled towards the trailer, she could feel her robe sticking to her back. It was disgusting that the black man had actually spurting his after cum on her back and rear end.

I can't believe they were so happy to film that.... What pigs... What a disgusting bunch... Melinda thought to herself as she passed a number of guys from the set staring at her as if she was either a Hollywood star or some freak.

The woman with the glasses seemed so friendly and kind. Yet Melinda could sense there was more to the story there. She had a certain look that warned her about the black biker.

"Okay... That's a take... We take 30 for lunch.... Everyone be back on time... Stars your trailers have meals waiting for you..... Candy... You were awesome... We could feel it all... You were a real pro as you moved about and pretended it was the first Malcolm took your ass. Malcolm you were a real stud!" the director called out.

The black man seemed to possessively bark at her:

"C'mon, let's go take a shower," he said rather commandingly!

Melinda entered the little trailer. It was old and scummy but it had a bed, table, kitchen, food, booze, and a mini bathroom with a shower. best of all it had privacy.

As soon as the door was closed Melinda sat on the bed.

"Okay what is going here!?" Melinda burst out. As she looked up she could see her reflection in a small mirror. To her surprise the face looking back at her was that of Melinda Gordon but rather "Candy Cane".

"Who am I?" Melinda then blurted out. Staring in the mirror she carefully eyed herself as she took in her form.

She mumbled to herself:

"Taller... Bustier... More athletic.... Look at the tattoots.... and beauty marks.... I'm This robe is almost see through... Shit.... Ummmm"

I can't believe I said "shit".... Oh how I need a smoke... really bad Melinda thought but then remembered that she didn't smoke.

"I need a smoke" Melinda whispered aloud as she looked up at the biker.

"Where are my clothes?" Melinda blurted out as she tried to find something that would cover herself up. Seeing a small closet she was quick to open it and to start flipping her fingers through the coat hangars. To her dismay it was all bikinis, lingerie, and tight fitting dresses or other skanky ensembles.

"Come on..." Melinda mumbled as she looked for something better to slip into.

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Meanwhile back in the Gordon household Candy was waking up in Melinda's body with her arm wrapped around her good looking husband Jim. Candy knew she had died in an overdose. Yet, here she was alive again. As she sat up in bed, she saw a picture of Jim and Melinda and couldn't figure it out. But when she looked in the dark oak dresser mirror as she slipped from bed, she saw a perky looking housewife. Sure the girl was pretty, but she looked more like a "goody-goody" girl.

Candy thought as she looked around the tastefully decorated bedroom:

This place is boring... Like a dusty old antique shop... But that firefighter in bed sure is hot... How did Ms. Goody-Goody end up with him... I'm going to shower and dress... Must be over here somewhere.... I'm sure he'll sleep a bit longer... I'll just explore and figure things out... Maybe Mrs. Perky has a diary somewhere too

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Malcolm

Malcolm dragged his wife into the trailer. At last they had some privacy, he thought!

He picked up a quarter of a sandwich that had been prepared and left on the table along with an assortment of fruits. He jammed the entire piece into his mouth, bending over and retrieving a soda from the small fridge. He would have preferred a cold beer, but given Candy's rehab, he tried to stay away from alcohol as much as possible, at least while he was around her. He washed down the sandwich and put the half empty can on the table. Reflexively, he reached for the pack of smokes on the table and lit it up, inhaling the thick menthol smoke, letting it waft out slowly as he exhaled.

He only took one drag, then offered it to Candy, as per her request. He thought she needed it! He watched as she filled her lungs with the smoke, causing her chest to swell and protrude enticingly.

She seemed a bit disoriented. Could've been the way she was tied up during the ass fuck, he tried to convince himself. Maybe the oxygen was cut off to her brain while she was bent in half? Maybe she really got off on the wild sex they had in front of all those workers? It didn't matter though! It was a successful scene, and everything went rather well!

He watched her, somewhat concerned by her odd behavior. She was talking to herself, and rummaging through the wardrobe closet, seemingly complaining about not having anything else to wear.

Was she nuts? Was she losing it again? Was she having one of her meltdowns again?

He lumbered up behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder. Whispering softly into her ear. "Hey baby! I'm here. Everything okay?" Malcolm wrapped his lips around the lobe of flesh in close proximity. He suckled sweetly for a few minutes before moving to her neck, planting wet kisses along the way. His hands moved to her shoulders, massaging the tightness out of them.

"You did really well out there! You were really awesome!" His hands were gently easing the robe off her shoulders as he pressed himself behind her, letting her feel his continued arousal and attraction to her. Malcolm was insistent and persistent as Candy stood in front of her wardrobe, easing the robe down past her arms till it fell on the floor, feeling Candy relax and melt beneath his loving touch, a complete opposite from what had transpired on the set.

He was hitting all the right spots along her neck and shoulders with his lips, feeling her slight trembles as he soothed her.

Ever so gently, he steered her body in the direction of the shower. "Let's get cleaned up," he reiterated, making sure his hot breath tickled the tiny hairs in her ear.

The trailer wasn't much, but the studio, added it as a perk given that Malcolm and Candy were married! It gave them that opportunity to share some special time together despite the normal antics that carried on behind the scenes of any other porn shoot. All the other Hollywood B studios only had cubicles and occasionally a private room. It was clear that Pussy Studio Productions went out of their way to accomodate Candy & Malcolm.

They had signed a lucrative contract that would catapult Candy back into stardom, while still maintaining her request to only perform with Malcolm, or other women. They would be ready to shoot the next scene shortly, and Malcolm needed to make sure that, not only was he ready, but that she was ready for it also!