Old Man Carlyle

Carlyle Campbell didn't find the Shadow World War Three for nothing. Even now, despite being a regular human, Carlyle could sense the presence of a spirit trailing him. It probably wanted to possess him and use his old man status to perv on some women. Carlyle's house was near the edge of the forest, far away from town, so the ghost must've thought he'd be an easy target...

Damned ghosts, I thought we killed them all back in '98, Carlyle thought to himself. On top of that, this spirit must've been sprayed by some Ephemerite, since wisps of the ghosts presence leaked out from the ground. He's probably been had and is now traveling through the ground to stay invisible, the old man figured.

He still had a ghost ray disguised as a lighter in his pocket, so if the ghost tried anything funny, it would die on the spot. I perv on women with my own consciousness thank you very much, he grinned.

"Excuse me sir!" Carlyle heard a woman's voice, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head as he turned.

A beautiful woman with short white hair, red eyes, wearing a ripped leather jacket ran up to him.

"Have you seen some sort of, dark purple looking person?" she asked.

Hmm, this lady is lookin' fer the ghost, Carlyle realized. That meant she was most likely an agent of S.M.U.T.

Carlyle was done with that organization. That bastard Groan was probably director by now, he thought to himself. Change of plans, he thought, he was going to let that ghost possess him, as to not give away his identity to this S.M.U.T. agent.

"Err nope, I dunno if you can just call 'em dark folk like that. Plus, I have never seen a purple feller before," he said, pretending he was just a regular senile old man.

"My apologies, I didn't mean it like that," Billie stammered, "I just would like to know if you've seen anyone strange today..."

"Yeah, I met a stranger today. It's you!" he rattled.

In the corner of his eye, Carlyle saw the ghost take the opportunity to leap into him. Here we go again... Carlyle thought as Phantom plunged into his body.

"Shit!" Agent Busty cried as she was caught off guard and couldn't stop Phantom from possessing the old man.

She moved to try and handcuff him before he could be fully taken over, but the old man fell over as she ran up to him. Billie reached down to try and handcuff him again, but Phantom was in the cockpit, and Carlyle kicked Billie with a strength nobody would've expected him to have.

"Oof!" Billie cried, stumbling backwards.

"Damn, this old man got some muscle," Phantom Carlyle spoke, flexing and feeling his physical strength. He turned to look at Billie.

"Drop the handcuffs, or I'll make this old man jump off a bridge," he threatened.

"Tch, underhanded tactics," said Billie.

"I'm just trying to survive," Phantom replied, "And get my dick wet. Well I guess this old man's dick wet."

"You came all the way here just to have sex in random people's bodies?" Billie asked, "You could've done that anywhere."

"Haha that's true," Phantom Carlyle spoke, "but we both know that the longer I spend in this town. The stronger my power gets."

A dark purple aura blasted out from Carlyle. The Ephemerite Billie sprayed on Phantom may have permanently removed his invisibility, but he didn't need it. The power he was absorbing from being near the Pleaseville Leyline gave him magical power.

He raised his hand at Agent Busty, and called forth a kangaroo. A transparent ephemeral kangaroo charged out of nowhere, glowing purple similar to Phantom. When it rammed into Billie, she actually felt like she got hit with a sucker punch as she collapsed to the ground.

"My constructs are gaining power, my kangaroo illusions and now light constructs! I'll become unstoppable!" Phantom cackled.

Billie gasped for air as she laid on the ground.

"Tell you what, I'll let you live and be my ****," Phantom Carlyle spoke, "You've got quite the hot body anyway."

"Go to hell!" Billie cursed at Phantom.

"Oh? So you don't object to me massacring the people of Pleaseville to get what I want?" Phantom Carlyle smiled.

Shit, this is why I hate missions in public sectors, Billie cursed in her mind.

Phantom Carlyle undid his fly and fished out his throbbing dick, "Come on now, it ain't gonna suck itself!"

Anger flashed in Billie's eyes, but she knew there was little she could do in this situation. Nine times out of ten, Phantom would kill the old man he was possessing and fly off to haunt the next person. At least if Billie got to sucking, she could buy herself some time to think or wait for an opening.

She began walking toward Phantom Carlyle, who was wagging his dick obscenely at her.

"Up up! I need you to leave your spray, handcuffs, and gun on the ground over there," Phantom Carlyle said, putting one of Carlyle's hands on his own neck to threaten her.

"Alright I will, don't do anything stupid," Billie replied, slowly taking things off and putting them on the ground.

"Y'know what? Matter of fact just take all your clothes off," Phantom Carlyle said, "can't be too safe these days. Now hurry up or else!"

Billie cursed under her breath again. This Phantom was really making things difficult for her. Reluctantly she stripped down to nothing, not even asking if she could keep her underwear on. She was focused on taking down Phantom as efficiently as possible. She didn't want to provoke another threat from him.

"Damn, I should've stripped you back in that coffee shop," Phantom Carlyle gawked, "Those other girls were already basically naked that I just got right into it. Boy am I glad you kept chasing me."

"Do me a favor and keep your bullshit yapping to a minimum while I do this," Billie growled, kneeling before Phantom Carlyle.

Surprisingly, his dick didn't smell as bad as Billie expected for an old man. At least it makes the job easier, she shrugged. She engulfed his rod into her hot mouth, muscle memory from the Wendigo encounter kicked in a little as she try to go deeper right away, but realized that Carlyle's dick was a bit smaller than the large rod the Wendigo was packing.

"Ahh that hits the spot," Phantom Carlyle grinned, grabbing Billie's head to make her go faster.

Gluck! Gluck Gluck!

Phantom Carlyle pumped his cock as far as he could into Billie's throat over and over, when he noticed another presence...

"Had enough fun yet you damn specter?" an old man's voice rang in Phantom's head.

"Who's there!?" he replied in his mind. Was there another ghost in this man's body!?

"The original owner jackass, party's over," Carlyle's soul spoke up.

"H-how is this possible!? I'm even powered up by the leyline!" Phantom stammered. Who the hell was this old man?

"Brain-jitsu, ever heard of it? Probably not if your askin'" Carlyle explained, "Have fun finding some other poor lady to trick!"

Phantom felt himself forcefully ejected from the old man's body. The old man turned his head back and winked at Phantom, before looking back down to enjoy the beautiful young woman's blowjob.

"Fuck that feels good sweetheart," he groaned as he felt her sweet lips go up and down his shaft.

Phantom was livid, but knew he was no match for the old man, and began floating back to Pleaseville.

Billie, having no clue that she was now just blowing a regular non-possessed old man, continued to work hard sucking him off.