The Ghosts of Boyfriends Past - Part 3

"Dave's...he's an ex-boyfriend," Charlotte admitted. She held Reese's gaze for a few moments but the pain in his eyes was too difficult to witness so she looked away. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Reese. I don't know...I don't know what happened. I don't know why I said his name."

Reese backed out of the bed and put on his underwear and a t-shirt. Charlotte sat up against the pillows and crossed her legs, but she remained naked.

She heard anger in Reese's voice as he asked, "Were you thinking about him?"

It felt cruel to answer honestly, but Charlotte didn't have a viable option. She'd done more than say another man's name, after all. She'd implored that other man to fuck her harder, to pound her. Charlotte considered telling Reese that she was being haunted, but she knew she'd sound insane if she did so.

"Yes, I was thinking about him," she admitted after a few painful seconds of silence.

"Spread your legs."

Reese hadn't said a word. Charlotte was looking right at him and his lips hadn't moved. Someone else had uttered that command. She ignored it. She had to ignore it.

"I want you. I need you. I want to fuck that tight, perfect cunt of yours. Now spread your legs."

Charlotte's pussy tingled as she looked away from Reese, who looked more stunned than hurt, though she knew she'd caused him a great deal of pain.

"We didn't get to finish, and I know you want to finish. I know I made you feel good. I know I fucked you good and I know you want more of it, Charlotte. You said my name. You begged me to fuck you harder. Now spread your legs so I can finish."

Charlotte felt like she was going out of her mind. Her fiancée was just a few feet away and she was letting a fantasy play out in her head. She was hearing her ex-boyfriend's voice. It sounded perfectly clear, like he was actually in the bed next to her. The voice was right, too. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted to finish what they'd started.

Then the touching started. Charlotte felt a strong hand on her breast. Reese was still standing next to the bed. It wasn't him. It had to be in her head. It felt so real...and it felt so good. The hand was so strong. His touch was a little bit rough but intensely pleasurable.

Charlotte spread her legs. She felt the hand move down her stomach. She felt the fingers slip into her pussy. She felt her clit being rubbed. She bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and surrendered to the pleasure.

"Fuck me, Dave," she said. "Please, fuck me."

A moment later she felt a cock inside her. She felt it slide deep into her wet pussy. She felt a pair of lips against her neck and a strong hand playing with her tits. She felt the rhythmic pleasures of her pussy being pounded and her clit exploding with pleasure every time his pelvis pushed into it.

Charlotte opened her eyes. She was still sitting in the bed with her legs closed. Her pussy tingled with desire, but she wasn't getting fucked. She hadn't actually surrendered to it. It had all been in her head.

"Who's Dave?" Reese asked.

"I dated him in college," Charlotte answered.

"And why...I mean, I don't understand. Why were you thinking about him? Was there something...was he better? Did he do something for you that I don't?"

Charlotte took a deep breath and closed her eyes. For just a moment she felt Dave's hands on her body and his lips against her neck. She didn't want to feel those things, but she couldn't help it. She'd seemingly lost all control of her mind as the hauntings had gotten far more frequent and insistent over the past handful of days.

"You want a good, hard fucking, don't you?"

Charlotte nodded.

"Say it. Say it out loud."

Fingers slipped into her pussy. Fingers that belonged to a man that wasn't in her bedroom. Fingers that went so deep. Fingers that worked her clit and made Charlotte gush with desire.

She looked at her fiancée, studied the pained look on his face, and said, "I need to be fucked hard, Reese. I need to be fucked hard by a man that knows how to take charge in the bedroom. I don't really even remember if Dave was like that, but in my mind that's exactly what he was like, and that's what I was thinking about."

"Get on your hands and knees for me. I want you from behind. I want to take you hard from behind. I want to spank that tight little ass of yours while I pound your pussy until you're screaming my name."

Charlotte shook her head to try and make the voice stop, but there was no point in it. Dave was in her head - or in the room - and he wasn't going away. If anything, he was working hard to deepen her arousal and make it damn near impossible for her to talk with Reese.

"Do you want...do you want me to take charge?" Reese asked.

Charlotte experienced a moment of disdain at the manner in which Reese asked the question. His voice had been utterly free of even a shred of confidence, like he knew he wasn't capable of taking charge in the bedroom and he feared being asked to do so. In just a handful of words he'd made it perfectly clear he'd never be that kind of man.

"I want to be fucked by that kind of man," Charlotte answered in a slightly more aggressive manner than she'd intended as her disdain manifested.

For just a moment, Reese looked as though she'd slapped him across the face. Then there was something unexpected. So unexpected, in fact, that Charlotte was certain she hadn't seen it. She knew Reese well, though, and she knew what arousal looked like on his face, and there was no question in her mind that she'd seen arousal.

"It wasn't just that I was thinking about my ex-boyfriend," she continued, "it's that I actually felt like he was on top of me, like he was inside me, like he was the one fucking me instead of you."

Charlotte saw the arousal again. It was accompanied by a look of discomfort, as if Reese was horrified at the desire his body had conjured.

"It was more than a little fantasy. It was more than a daydream, Reese. It was like he was in the bed with me, like he'd taken your place. It's not the first time it's happened, either. I've been visited by other ex-boyfriends. I've had the most intense, lifelike visions, or daydreams. I've actually been thinking of them as hauntings, as the spirits of these past relationships coming to visit me, to fill my head with thoughts I can't seem to control and desires I didn't know I had."

Charlotte couldn't be certain, but it looked as though Reese's cock had grown a little, at least if the noticeable bulge in his underwear was any indicator.

"I don't...should we...do you still want to be with me?" Reese asked.

It pained Charlotte that he felt the need to ask such a question, but of course he did. She'd just confessed that she'd been fantasizing about fucking other men - multiple other men, at that - so of course Reese was worried about their future.

As she opened her mouth to answer him, Charlotte felt a pair of lips against hers. She felt a tongue move into her mouth. She felt a strong hand grasp her breast and knead the flesh before gently pulling on her nipple. She moaned into her unseen lover's mouth and his hand moved over her stomach and between her legs.

"You're wet for me," he said softly. "You're soaked for me, in fact. Tell me you want me, Charlotte. Tell me you want my cock in this tight little cunt of yours."

"I want you," she whispered. "I want your cock in my tight little cunt."

Charlotte felt a hand in her hair. She felt it take a tight grip, like he was claiming ownership over her. Her pussy tingled at his confident, dominant touch and as his fingers probed deeper she closed her eyes and moaned.

"I want you on your hands and knees," he said. "I want to take you from behind. I want to fuck you like a woman should be fucked."

Charlotte opened her eyes to see Reese staring at her. It was as if no time had passed, as if she hadn't just spent a few minutes with a man determined to put her on her hands and knees to take her from behind.

"It just happened again," she said. "A fantasy. A daydream. A haunting. Whatever the fuck is going on with me, it just happened again, Reese. I'm not even sure which ex-boyfriend it was, but he kissed me, he fingered me, he played with my tits, he grabbed a handful of my hair and told me to get on my hands and knees so he could take me from behind, so he could fuck me like a woman should be fucked."

As Reese stared without saying a word, Charlotte shifted her body so she was facing her fiancée. She spread her legs and reached down to part her pussy lips, drawing his eyes between them.

"I got on my hands and knees for you earlier tonight," she said while slowly rubbing her fingers over her plump, slippery pussy lips. "I basically invited you to take me from behind. To fuck me like most men would love to fuck a woman. Did you even consider fucking me doggystyle when I was on my hands and knees for you?"

Reese shook his head and stepped closer to the bed as the bulge in his underwear reached a fully erect state.

Charlotte plunged three fingers into her pussy and moaned. She closed her eyes and suddenly she was on her hands and knees. Someone grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back hard enough to force an arch in her back. A thick cock slipped inside her from behind and Charlotte unleashed a long, low, loud moan.

"Fuck me," she said.

"With pleasure," he replied.

He fucked her. He fucked her hard. He pulled back on her hair. He spanked her ass. He took her like she wanted to be taken in that moment and an intense kind of sexual pleasure ripped through her body.

Charlotte opened her eyes and she was on her back once more. Reese was at the edge of the bed with an awed look on his face. "Did it just happen again?" he asked.

She nodded and he crawled into the bed and ran his hands over her shins, stopping just above her knees. He moved his thumbs in slow circles and then ran his fingers back down her legs before pulling down his underwear and freeing his cock.

Charlotte stared at her fiancée's throbbing erection for a few moments and then flipped over onto her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder and found his gaze as he masturbated slowly. Charlotte didn't say a word, but the look in her eyes should have made it clear she was challenging Reese to take her from behind.

He reached out and ran his fingers over her smooth ass and down her one of her thighs before crossing over to the other and making his way back up. He moved a little closer and ran both hands up her back before bending over and kissing her softly while his cock moved between her thighs.

Charlotte wanted Reese to fuck her doggystyle. She wanted him to slide his cock into her pussy and take her. She wanted him to fuck her like the men in her daydreams had fucked her. More than anything, she wanted to feel like she'd felt in those daydreams, in those fantasies, in those hauntings. In a way, it wasn't about the sex or the position they used. It was about Reese making her feel like her body and brain were clearly desperate to feel.

He slipped his cock inside her and grabbed her hips. He pushed deep and groaned before pulling out slowly and thrusting hard inside her. Reese fucked her from behind, but it was clear from his first thrust that he wouldn't be able to give Charlotte what she wanted, that he didn't have it in him.

Reese seemed to understand that, too, as he pulled out after no more than a handful of thrusts and sat back on his knees. "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't know why, Charlotte, but that's just not me. I just can't...I don't know, I'm honestly just not turned on by the kind of sex you described...the kind of sex you seem to want."

Charlotte spun around expecting to see a dejected look on Reese's face. Instead, his hand was wrapped around his cock - which was slippery with her juices - and he was masturbating slowly with a rather lusty look on his face.

"Will you...will you tell me about how they...about how you're getting fucked in these...these daydreams...these hauntings?" he asked.

Charlotte tried her best not to look surprised, but she was certain she failed at that. All signs pointed to Reese being turned on by the vision of sex with her ex-boyfriend that she'd described and that astounded her. He seemed a little shy about his arousal, but there was no other reason he would have asked to hear about it.

It felt cruel to deny him what he wanted - especially after Charlotte had said another man's name during sex and confessed that she'd been having fantasies about her ex-boyfriends - so she crawled closer, took Reese's cock in her hand, and kissed his neck before unleashing a soft, sensual moan while stroking him slowly.

"My ex, he wanted me on my hands and knees," she whispered. "He wanted to take me from behind. To slide his big cock into my pussy. To grab a handful of my hair. To pull hard and use it to fuck me harder. To spank my tight little ass while he used my pussy hard from behind. To play with my tits however he wanted as he fucked me. To make me cum like I've never cum before while he fucked me like a man is supposed to fuck a woman."

"Oh...fuck..." Reese said before Charlotte felt a hot spurt of cum hit her thigh.

She kissed his neck and moaned while stroking him right through his orgasm. More cum landed on her thigh and he was likely making an absolute mess of the bed sheets. Something about it felt good, though. It was thrilling to give him an orgasm like that, and to do so while expressing a decidedly naughty idea that left Charlotte's pussy tingling.

Reese tried to step back, but Charlotte kept her grip on his cock and kissed him. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and moaned while spreading the cum that had ended up on her fingers over his shaft.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked softly.

"Yes," Reese admitted.

Charlotte kissed him again before adding, "I enjoyed making you cum like that, for what it's worth. I like that it turned you on so much, that it seemed to make you cum so hard."

"It did," he said. "Make me cum hard, I mean. I don't...I don't know why, and it feels a little weird, but it did make me cum hard."

Charlotte released his cock, crawled back just a little, and looked down at her messy, cum-coated thighs. There was even a little bit of his cum in her pubic hair and he had sprayed quite a lot of his load on the bed.

"I made a mess," Reese observed with a laugh.

It wasn't the mess Charlotte was concerned with, though. She wanted an orgasm.

"Will you make me cum?"

Reese nodded and Charlotte fell to her back and spread her legs. He crawled between them, settled onto his stomach, and pushed his tongue into her pussy.

Charlotte arched her back and closed her eyes. The moment she did she felt a pair of lips against her neck and a hand on her breast. Instead of Reese's tongue working her pussy, she felt a nice big cock sliding into her.

"He can't fuck you like I can."

Charlotte moaned, though she felt a sense of alarm, too. The visions of her ex-boyfriends hadn't ever included mentions of Reese.

"Some men just aren't built to please a woman like you. They can't fuck a woman the way she needs to be fucked. The way you need to be fucked. Reese can't give you that. He's not that kind of guy. He's not good enough for you. He's not worthy of this tight cunt."

It was Kai's voice this time. It was Kai's body Charlotte felt on top of hers. It was Kai's cock she felt in her pussy. She moaned louder and arched her back. Kai pushed his cock deeper and she felt fingers entwine in her hair. He pulled and that little touch of pain was intoxicating in a manner Charlotte never imagined possible. Her pussy tingled with intense pleasure as she took a hard pounding from her ex-boyfriend and barreled towards what felt like a mind-bending orgasm.

"Tell me what you want," Kai demanded.

"Fuck me! Pound me! Pound my pussy, Kai!"

Charlotte came just a few seconds later. She opened her eyes, reached down, and grabbed two handfuls of Reese's hair as he worked her clit in a rhythmic manner with his exceptionally talented tongue. Her thighs trembled as they slowly spread wider as if she was trying to welcome her ex's cock as deep inside her pussy as possible.

When she'd finished cumming, Reese looked up, smiled, and asked, "Who's Kai?"

Charlotte smiled at her fiancée, released her grip on his hair, and let her head fall to back to the bed. She'd answer Reese's question, but she needed a few minutes to recover from her orgasm.

More importantly, Charlotte needed to figure out a way to stop the visions - or hauntings, or whatever they were - before they did real damage to her life.