The Ghost Inside: Part 3
The current situation was a major pandemic, according to the government, health authorities, and the media. This infection was highly contagious and caused symptoms similar to the flu, including a rise in body temperature and fatigue. Government data showed high mortality rates from it across the globe, although there were some communities that seemed to be unaffected. However, they emphasized that it was just a matter of time before everyone contracted the virus.
To slow down the spread of the virus, the government imposed strict measures, including mandatory home confinement and the closure of entire industries. They allowed only essential businesses to operate, handing out masks and setting rules about maintaining safe distances. Shopping hours were restricted to limit the number of people in essential areas.
Under the guidance of the government, pharmaceutical companies developed a pill to help manage the symptoms of the virus. However, cases continued to increase, and the government attributed it to those who didn't follow the rules. People were under more scrutiny, and it was practically criminal to leave the house or congregate in any way.
*****
Emmanuelle settled into the comfortable office chair and rolled it towards the desk. She stood on the cold concrete floor of the dark basement and switched on her computer. After a few click of the mouse, she opened the application and prepared it for her use. She hit record to start the video.
"I remember myself, a young college girl leading a normal life. I wonder what that Emmanuelle would think of me now. A conspiracy theorist... a paranoid woman shrieking about aliens in body parts... a promiscuous woman sleeping with random men and women to kill off the alien parasite. While growing up, many things seemed like the end of the world. Losing a boyfriend... missing out on the prom... a terrible hair day... a poor grade on an exam. Now, I know it wasn't. This is the real apocalypse. A few months after receiving an email from my distant relative about this alien invasion and human elimination, my parents lost their jobs without an explanation. No explanation was given because there really was none. Then, one night, several people in black broke into our home and murdered both my parents. I managed to escape. The police classified it as a robbery gone wrong, even though nothing was stolen.
"I haven't returned home. I'm terrified that they're after me, too. But, I cannot stop sharing the truth about this alien parasite, its location, and how to get rid of it. I'm not exaggerating. Humanity relies on this information."
She inhaled deeply and ended the recording. She didn't know what else she could say to persuade people. She had produced over a dozen videos, and each one was taken down from its host in a month. This was the third platform she had used, raising concerns about when the government would find her and kill her. Why were they fighting so hard to silence her? Were they involved in this extermination? Could it be that the aliens looked like humans?
She had been living off the grid for a long time, fleeing and stealing to survive, sleeping in the wild. Then she found Patrick, a compassionate man who wanted to help her. He was married to Jennifer for 15 years and worked as an artist. His wife was a pharmacist at the community hospital, a role deemed essential.
Patrick and Jennifer treated her so warmly, offering a place to stay, food, and even access to their computer for her work. She had not fully revealed her conspiracy theory to them; she didn't want them to be in trouble. They didn't know about her obsession with this alien infestation. She wasn't sure if she could tell them quite yet.
She signed into her secret email account, a new one she created just a month ago. Two weeks ago, she reached out to a rational-looking journalist who appeared interested in hearing her story. She hoped to have a face-to-face meeting with her soon. She could share her evidence and her beliefs. She needed someone on her side, someone who could dig deeper and find the real answers. Someone who the government would have a tougher time dismissing. But there was no reply from the journalist yet.
*****
After staying with Patrick and Jennifer for six weeks, Emmanuelle noticed that the two of them were behaving oddly. They were being unusually touchy-feely, even when she was in the room. It was obvious that the alien parasite was to blame. Since telling them directly hadn't worked before, she had to find a different way to get through to them. Since Patrick worked from home, he was her best target.
One morning, when Jennifer had left for her job, Emmanuelle woke up early and made her way to the kitchen. She took an anti-viral pill, even though she still had a fever. She uncovered different pots and pans and began preparing breakfast for Patrick. In no time, her efforts filled the entire room with delightful scents. Before long, Patrick emerged from his bedroom, clad only in pajama bottoms. His high fever must have made wearing a shirt unbearable for him.
As soon as Emmanuelle saw him, she felt a strong attraction to him. His torso was muscular, and his waist was well-defined. If he wasn't an artist by profession, he would have undoubtedly made it as a male model.
She was wearing a satin camisole with spaghetti straps that crossed across her upper back. The fabric's looseness felt amazing on her skin, leaving her breasts bare. When she moved her upper body, the material trailed along her skin, creating an exhilarating sensation. Her night shorts were also loose and provided a comfortable fit. She felt at ease in her outfit. Although it was a comfortable choice for a night's rest, it also offered an irresistible view of her body.
Working in the sink, she heard Patrick enter the kitchen. She smiled at him. "Good morning!" she called out.
"Wow...what have you been occupied with, all morning?" he asked, considering the variety of dishes scattered around.
"I wanted to make it a point to get up early today and prepare breakfast for you," she explained. "I just cleaned up some dishes after that."
"That's very thoughtful of you," he responded.
"I wanted to make breakfast, coffee...I know you appreciate it" she wittily replied, grabbing a steaming mug from the coffee machine. "I also made your favorite- French toast, bacon, and scrambled eggs."
"Oh my! It smells fantastic!" he uttered while reaching for his fork.
"Before you dig in, you need your coffee," she annotated before bringing his mug over to the table. "Be careful it's hot," she reminded him.
She positioned herself in the kitchen chair beside him, hoisted her feet on the table's edge, and adjusted her legs before resting them with an effortless stretch. Despite seeming like a relaxed posture, her sex was prominently displayed beneath her night shorts.
"That's exceptionally sweet of you, Emmanuelle," he acknowledged after taking a few bites. "It's a shame Jennifer won't be here to enjoy it as well."
"I can rush up a breakfast for her tomorrow if you'd like," she said cheerily. "I just want to thank you for everything you've done for me and taking me in."
He picked up the newspaper on the table and began thumbing through it, fighting off the urge to indulge in the apparent temptation. The news article had mentioned an unveiling of side effects of the antiviral drug they were all on, including heightened libidos. "You're free to run errands for me or even clean if you'd like."
"I could stop by the nearby store later then," she mused thoughtfully. "You know Jennifer's already gone to the store a couple of days back, so I want to completely eliminate the need for us to go out until Thursday at 2:00 PM," he said, his gaze on the newspaper, unable to stray towards Emmanuelle's exposed nether regions.
"Fine by me, Patrick. I'll ensure dinner is prepared for us both later," she said with a smile, taking a mouthful of food and noticing how Patrick's gaze fixated on her uncovered genitals.
"Got any updates on the news?" Emmanuelle enquired, relishing in the playful teasing.
"Nah… nothing much. Just some pandemic stats, and everyone is beginning to cast blame on their pet baddies."
"Thanks for letting me crash here," she remarked. "It's a blessing having a place to stay when I'm not feeling up to par."
"You're always welcome," he replied. "We appreciate having you around. I hope the fam is coping through the mess, right? You did message them about your well-being, correct?"
Emmanuelle had lied; she told Patrick and Jennifer that she had run off from home, claiming her parents were excessively strict, bordering on abuse. "Yep… did that." She didn't want to inform them that she was in hiding from the government and her folks were murdered.
"Oh, that's good," he said. "They must be stressed about you. I'm sure."
"Honestly, you two are such amazing people," she declared. "You're a great guy, and she's lucky to have you. That arrangement to work remotely even before the pandemic is such a perk. Sweet gig, uh?"
"Yep, I have a few projects with deadlines. But as long as I clock those, I can choose the hours."
Emmanuelle raised her right hand to her lap, pretending it was a spontaneous move. Her hand slipped between her legs, sliding beneath her shorts to play with her clit.
"So you enjoy some'in with your wife away at work?" she questioned, trying to maintain his focus. "You don't get bored, like say if a gal like me was around all day? You don't really mind staying in with me, do you? What's your fave activity?"
"Well, I like reading…" he trailed off, looking at the newspaper. He was conscious of his bulging erection and feared standing to divert attention.
"Any eye-catchers? Strange, daring, thrilling stuff?" she prodded. "No?"
"No… uh…" He stuttered.
"Lying to me?" she interrogated, widening her legs and exposing her not-so-modest shorts. "I'm stirring myself, couldn't help it. And looking at you, with your stiffy, it's clear you appreciate my presence. Would you delight in touching yourself?"
She slid her shirt up to uncover a taunting glimpse of her bared nipple, giving him something more to lust over besides her fidgeting down below. "Here you see somethin' that tickles you? Fancy a touch of your own shaft?"
He swallowed hard, caught between desire and loyalty to his wife. He was undeniably turned on by Emmanuelle and sported a hard-on to prove it.
"Possibly... you could play with this," she suggested, grinning. "Maybe, we could be each other's lover's little affair while your wife's at work. Care for that?"
"No, I..." he started before Emmanuelle cut him off.
"I know you wanna be good. You've got a wife and all. You don't want to break the rules. You're just such a nice chap. You were kind to me. You would kiss me? I'll cease if you say so… I'll merely rub myself, thinking about you. Or tell me you don't long for it."
Kissing him again and flicking her eyes at his steadily hardening cock, he hesitated before returning her embrace. "Just tell me you're content and I'll bugger off… I'll entertain myself with a self-pleasure session while thinking of you. Telling me you don't crave this… you don't want to fuck me right now?"
She kissed him again, and then met his gaze. Patrick was breathing heavily and Emmanuelle could feel his teeming dick. "You want me, buddy. Let's hear you deny it." Immediately, he moved to kiss her back, realizing he couldn't resist her. "Yeah? You want me to play with your prick? All right… I'll leave you to it. I'll simply pamper myself, driving you mad."
"The truth is... I know you desire me," she said. "You can't stop fantasizing about me." Slowly she slid off his lap until she was kneeling on the floor between his spread legs. Her palms grazed up his thighs, almost touching his erection with her fingertips. "I'll bet your partner doesn't worship your manhood like I will."
"Oh my goodness," he breathed, staring down at her. "We oughtn't..."
"Yes... we ought," she chuckled mischievously. "Let me see it." She pinched the waistband of his pajama pants and pulled them off. "Please. I vow I won't tell. What are you hesitant about? Let's get rid of these and make you more comfortable." He lifted off the seat, allowing her space to remove his pajama pants and boxers, flinging them aside. His penis was pulsing, slightly bouncing with his heartbeat.
"Mmm," she hummed. "You have a fine phallus." She grasped it and glided her hands up and down its length. He groaned, the pleasure already becoming too much for him. "Your significant other is privileged. So fortunate that she gets to revere this outstanding, hard phallus. Let's get it more aroused for me."
She licked her palm to provide a lubricant and ran her hands a bit quicker as his breathing picked up.
"I've yearned to play with your hard phallus since the day you brought me in," she stated, fondling him with both hands. "I can give you precisely what you crave whilst your partner is at work. Just consider it my method of thanking you. I fancy being a depraved girl... a rebellious, depraved girl playing with a remarkable, hard phallus. It arouses me. It soaks my little quim. I've witnessed how you gaze at me. I understand you yearn to insert your large, hard phallus inside of me."
She kissed and licked along the extent of his erection, teasing it, and feeling it grow even harder. She considered how long he'd be able to endure.
"Do you want to observe my bosoms?"
"Yes," he breathed, not desiring anyone else to hear what he truly wanted. God, if anybody found out what he was doing...
She slowly lifted the base of her cami and elevated it up, detaching it. With both hands, she grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, stimulating her nipples between her thumb and index finger. Patrick groaned as he stretched out, giving her space. Emmanuelle grabbed the back of his hand and led it to her breast, using his hand to twist it. Her breasts were
Emmanuelle engulfed him again as she returned to her knees. "Makes my quim so moist to touch a superb phallus. I enjoy it. Would my hand satisfy you better than hers? You probably fancy me to embrace it with my oral cavity, too, don't you? Does she do that? Does she like to thrust it into the back of her throat? I do. I'm going to suck on it. Ok?"
Without awaiting his consent, she slid it within her mouth and sucked on the tip. Her hand kept stroking beneath her lips.
"Mmm... it's been such a long time since I've experienced a penis within my mouth," she whispered, caressing him again. "Gosh... you taste wonderfully lovely, as well. How's that feel? You like that?"
"Oh my God... that feels divine," Patrick gasped.
"Causing you to masturbate is inherently soaking my quim," she smiled, standing. "You long to observe my horny, moist quim? Candy boy."
Patrick nodded and Emmanuelle cupped her fingers in the waist band of her shorts and disposed of them off her legs. She delicately stepped out of them and kicked them to one side. Sprawling her legs apart a tad, she pulled her labia apart and displayed her swollen, wet clitoris.
"Wow," Patrick gasped.
"Do you adore my quim's look?" she questioned.
"Holy cow... it's so erotic," he gasped.
"It excites you?" she asked as she uncovered two fingers and inserted them into her quim, stimulating herself for a bit. "I bet your desire to insert your penis inside my quim goes without saying."
Patrick licked his lips ravenously. He pondered whether he honestly could go that far. "Yes," he whispered. "I would."
"Yeah? Visualizing fucking you exhilarates me. I've been considering slipping my tight, wet quim around your hefty penis for a while now."
Emmanuelle could feel Patrick's erection getting harder as she went down on him once again. She loved the sensation of him in her mouth, but she had to keep her mind focused on her goal. The thought of having sex with him crossed her mind, but she had to remember that he was infected with the alien parasite. While she desired him, she couldn't ignore the potential consequences.
Her hand slid along the base of his cock and her lips turns around the head, swirling her tongue around it with each stroke. She whispered to him in a husky whisper, "I'm so fucking horny, Patrick. I don't think your wife has made your dick this hard before, has she? I remember the day I was wearing my tiny shorts and you couldn't stop staring at me. I wanted to fuck you right then and there. But I couldn't find the time to be alone. I wanted to grab your dick right behind your wife's back and pull it between my lips, just like this. If you took me in your bed, it would be unbelievable. You could fuck me in my bed at night as well. I'd love to feel you inside me like that."
Patrick let out a breath and his head tilted back, "Fuck..."
She moved her head up and down the length of his penis, her mouth eagerly simulating the sensations he'd experience during sex with her. Her hand squeezed the base of his erection as his eyes filled with longing.
"Cherry, you're so fucking sexy," she breathed around his cock. "Your penis is so thick and hard. Do you think my pussy is as tight as my mouth?"
Patrick's hips bucked upwards, "Fuck! I'm almost there."
She pulled his dick from her mouth and leaned down between his legs, her tongue flicking out to lick at the tip. The combination of her hand and her hot, wet mouth had him ready to explode.
"Squirrel, give me your cum now," she whispered. "I need your cum."
She closed her lips around his member and slid it back into her mouth. His hips lifted off the chair as she took him deeper than ever before, her throat relaxing and constricting around him. The sensation of her throat relaxing around his shaft was almost too much and he strained against her, unable to hold back his orgasm any longer. His hips bucked up as his cum shot into her throat and she swallow it without missing a beat.
"Holy shit..." he murmured.
"That was fantastic, right?" She asked, pulling his dick from her mouth and watching it drip with his cum. "I thought you'd like that... the tightness. You see the parasite?" His face went pale as the parasite protruded from the tip of his penis, "Don't panic. I'll explain everything."
She plucked the alien parasite off his dick and held it out in front of him. He looked down at the tiny creature, wondering how it had ended up there.
"This thing is what's causing the pandemic. I'm trying to show people that this is real. It's inside most people; we just don't know it. If we can't get rid of it, mankind is doomed. All I need is for you to see what it looks like, so I can have you draw a picture of it. Draw it as accurately as you can."
His hand shook as he grabbed for his phone, but she took it from him and shook her head, "Just remember what it looks like. I'll teach you how to draw."
The tiny, worm-like creature twisted in the slime, seeming to be aware of their presence. She watched and waited for him to draw the little organism that would signify the destruction of the species.
"Is there any way to kill them?" He cried out.
"Not while they're still a part of us. When they come off, they die... it's the only way to kill them. But not all parts need to come off at once, one at a time, that should work too," she instructed while she squished it between her fingers. The parasite writhed and twisted in her palm before vanishing into nothingness.
"Fuck... that's insane..." He murmured. "So much insanity in this world."
"This is why everyone is infected with the parasite." She sighed. "If you draw it well enough, we can identify it and find a way to destroy it. We'll have to let other people know about it, so they can avoid it if they can."
"I'll do whatever I can to help you. Let me get my laptop and draw it," he said as he stood up and stumbled towards the computer.
"It's not a drawing, we can't take a picture. You have to remember what it looks like and create something from your memory." She added. "Just push yourself and imagine it well."
She recounted the events of the past hour to him, answering his inquiries about acquiring the video, removing the parasite from herself and her parents, and their untimely deaths. She expressed her belief that the parasite was extraterrestrial and that its intention was to infect humans, thereby eliminating the human race. Although she was uncertain of the culprits involved, she hypothesized that this pandemic might be a contributing factor.
"Moreover, I think Jennifer is also infected," Emmanuelle divulged. "We need to remove the parasite from her."
"I'm not too keen on dealing with that slimeball," he cautioned, hesitating at the thought of even touching the creature.
"Either it'll be you or me," Emmanuelle determined, prepared even to seduce Jennifer if necessary.
"I can't do this alone," he confessed, uncertain of his capabilities. "Perhaps... if we did it together..."
At that, Emmanuelle smiled indulgently. This prospect of having a threesome interested her.
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