Georgie the Wise One
By A.J. Brown
Man needs help with an intruder


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Walking down the stairs, Jay always had various thoughts running through his
mind. Living alone gave him plenty of time to think. Sometimes he was afraid,
sometimes he felt lonely, sometimes he felt like he was lacking something in
life. It wasn't always negative feelings that he felt - sometimes he'd be
thinking of something funny or something pleasurable that had happened at an
earlier day but there was something about these stairs where his negative
thoughts came out a lot.

Today he had a feeling that he was walking towards something bad. It wasn't
the first time he had felt anxiety or panic in this situation but something
about this time felt different - it felt more real, more like a sure thing.
But he had had other different feelings in this situation so it shouldn't feel
like anything new. Yes, this was a new feeling but feeling a new feeling
wasn't something new so he decided he'd just let it pass like it always
ultimately did.

He held the top of the bannister on his staircase as he turned the corner of
it, not because he was off-balance but simply because he was lazy and often
would just lean on things or hold onto them to avoid standing up straight. He
turned his body down the hallway that led to his kitchen feeling the strange
feeling start to dissolve already as he wondered if he had enough coffee left
to make himself two cups this morning. He knew he should have gotten himself
more the last time he went to the store and was angry with himself for how
cheap he was.

Once he saw her he knew that that feeling he had in the staircase was real and
thought he was dumb for questioning it to begin with. She was leaning back
comfortably in the chair, the front two legs of it off of the floor just a
little bit but not even close to the point where she was in danger of falling.
The chair was rocking a tiny bit but not much. Her face looked beautiful but
as he looked into her eyes he got a feeling of dread like something bad was
going to happen if he looked there for too long.

There was a distraction between him and her face anyway. She wore a short pair
of shorts and her bare legs were stretched out with her soft bare feet resting
on the table. The soles of them looked so soft and so pure. Her feet were
probably only a size 6, a size 7 at the most, but the fact that this stranger
was so bold and rude to rest her bare feet on his kitchen table like that,
made those bare feet seem much bigger with the soles of them looking right at
him.

He felt angry that she thought she could just rest her feet on the table like
that. His anger clouded his thoughts so he wasn't even thinking about the fact
that he lived alone and had no idea who this mysterious woman was. All he
wanted to do was walk right up to her, grab her legs, and pull her feet off of
the table.

He looked in her eyes again. She looked proud about what she was doing, like
one of those cocky bitches that thinks she can get away with anything because
she is hot. But there was more than that. As he looked into her eyes he began
getting an eerie feeling like he was being hypnotized, and then that feeling
changed to one where he felt like if their eye-contact continued that
something extremely dreadful was going to happen, that same feeling that he
got in nightmares as everything was building up to that moment where things
would get so terrifying that he was going to wake up and lay in his bed
feeling afraid of whatever the nightmare was about before he fell back asleep
again.

So he looked back at the only other things in the room that were catching his
attention, in fact they felt like they were demanding his attention as those
bare feet still rested on the table, rubbing in the fact that they weren't
going anywhere regardless of what he thought about them. His eyes were now
fixated on her feet and he took in every little about them. The way the tip of
the bottom of her toes looked pink but then quickly changed to the white skin
that was the rest of the bottoms of her feet. He noticed how the only creases
he could see in her toes were right in the middle of each one while there were
far more wrinkles on the rest of her soles. He couldn't get over how soft and
smooth they looked and how this part of her body that was walking around on
things all of the time was able to maintain that kind of pureness. As his eyes
just gazed into him he realized that it was her feet that were starting to
hypnotize him and he noticed something else that he didn't like even though it
was a good feeling - he was getting turned on.

He didn't want to be getting turned on by feet. He was 33-years-old but he was
still plenty self-conscious and he knew that any guys would bust his balls for
thinking that and no woman would want to date a guy that got turned on by feet
either. Yet not only could he feel himself getting extremely hard as his eyes
remained fixated on those perfect looking feet but he could actually feel cum
building up in his hard cock. He actually felt like he was going to cum from
not having any contact down there whatsoever but simply from staring at feet.

He ran to the side door, smoothly opened the lock, then ran outside. He looked
around at his Subaru Outback that was parked in the driveway, the branches
that hung over his driveway that he meant to cut down but never did, and his
detached garage that needed a new roof. When he saw Alan walking down the
street with his gray hair, walking his dog, that finally gave him the sense of
normalcy he needed that everything was OK.

Now he no longer felt fear and just felt wonder. What was that woman doing in
his kitchen? While he never liked the idea of an intruder in his house she
didn't seem dangerous nor did she look like she was there to steal anything.
Was this some sort of misunderstanding that he was missing? Was she supposed
to be there for some reason like he had ordered a maid service and forgotten
about it or something along those lines? He felt foolish for running out of
the house the way he did and decided he should just go inside and actually
talk to his guest to clear it up.

Of course when he went back inside she was no longer there. She hadn't gone
out the side door or he would have seen her since he was standing right next
to it. There were two other doors to his house - the front door and the back
sliding glass door. The front door had a chain on it which was still latched
when he checked. The back sliding glass door still had the piece of wood
blocking it from being opened. Neither of those things could have been in
place had she exited through either of those doors.

"Hey!" he called loudly, still curious but starting to feel a little bit of
fear again. "Miss! You still here??"

His emotions ranged from feeling silly to feeling afraid. He started looking
through the house to see if she could be hiding somewhere. Every time he
checked under a bed or in a closet he feared the creepy woman was going to pop
out at him. Even if she had done so in a playful way, that wasn't something he
would have enjoyed.

After checking every reasonable place in the house where she could have been
and being satisfied that she was definitely no longer in there, he made his
way back to the initial spot in the kitchen where he had seen her. Did he
dream the whole thing? That wasn't possible. The only way that as possible was
if he was still dreaming since at no point since then had he been in his bed.
Sleepwalking didn't make sense either. He had never done that in his 33 years
on this earth and even if this was the first time, there would have been some
break in the action where things changed and that had not happened. Perhaps he
had just imagined her. He thought about the soles of her feet looking right at
him. The image was still fresh in his head, looking so real. A dream or a
figment of his imagination shouldn't print such a strong picture in his mind.
But it was the only thing that made sense. She didn't just disappear. He was
about to accept that as the explanation and go on with his day when he saw the
chair she had been sitting it wasn't pushed in. All three of the other chairs
were pushed in just like his OCD always made him do. She had been there.

****

What was he to do? Call the police and have them investigate him for an
intruder that he could show no evidence of other than a chair that had been
moved? And if he had to give a description of her, he remembered more about
her feet than her face. He could just see the cops laughing at him as he tried
to give that description. As would a family member, friend, or anyone else he
may try to call for advice about this trespasser who had her bare feet on his
kitchen table and then just seemed to disappear. There was only one place he
could go for advice, the place he had been going a lot lately and as silly as
the place was he actually got some good information from the source -
gettheanswer.com

The website was a forum where one could ask any question on any topic and the
community would try and help them out. He had seen some of the dumbest
questions on there - from people that thought states were parts of cities, to
people that would answer their own question in the question but still ask it,
and to some questions that were just outright ridiculous. Some of the stupider
questions would get mocked on there but to just about every question he'd see
at least a few people trying their best to answer the question seriously no
matter how inane it seemed.

"I woke up this morning," he began typing into the question box, still
embarrassed that he was typing this scenario out but far less than if he was
asking it to anyone else. "And when I walked into my kitchen there was a
beautiful, strange woman sitting at the table resting her bare feet right on
my table. I had no idea who she was and I ran outside. When I came back inside
she was gone and I checked the whole house with no sign of her. But I know she
was there. I'm not crazy. Who could this woman have been?"

He hit 'send' and right after he hit the button he wished he hadn't. None of
these people could see him or know him by his screen name - Skierguy97 - but
he was still embarrassed that he posted this. He hadn't proofread it before he
posted it and now just looking at it on the screen he felt stupid about it
even if no one knew who he was. He considered deleting it but then he saw that
some answers were starting to come in. He may as well see what they had to say
first.

The first was from Larry8076: And you let her get away without f*cking her?
You really blew that one!"

The second was from Buzzard: Troll.

Jay could feel the embarrassment in his body. He was getting ready to delete
the question.

The third response came from GeorgieTheWiseOne: Skierguy97, what you saw in
your house was a demon. You are in danger and cannot ignore this. Get an
exorcist in your house immediately to take care of the problem. Please listen
to this warning!

Those first three responses had come along relatively quickly and Jay hoped
that there would be more but there were none, not then and not later. He was
annoyed at the fact that he wasted his time posting that question just to get
three rude responses and nothing of actual substance. Out of all the stupid
questions he had ever seen posted on gettheanswer.com his was the first that
didn't get at least one serious answer and that made him feel like a real
idiot.

But if nothing else it allowed him to move past what had happened. The woman
with those bare feet resting on his table had just been a figment of his
imagination. Sometimes he'd lay in bed half awake and still dream a bit and
that's what had happened here. He had never actually still dreamed after he
had gotten out of bed but that was the explanation he had to accept. He wasn't
going to waste any more time thinking about it and he certainly wasn't going
to make a fool of himself asking anyone else about it.

****

He lay on his couch listening to the Fox News commentator talk about the
upcoming election, half falling asleep as he did. An hour had passed since
anyone had come by. Jay had turned off the light on his front porch shortly
after 9 pm and locked the front door. He grabbed one of the few snack sized
Snickers bars that remained in the bowl he had been using to hand out candy.
He normally wouldn't eat chocolate this late out of fear that it would keep
him awake but it just looked so delicious that he had to have just one after
refraining all night. Considering he already could barely keep his eyes open
he didn't think a small piece of chocolate was going to make much difference.

Before he could even open the wrapper he woke right up. Walking into the
living room and walking right by the TV like she lived there and was casually
walking by was the same woman that he had spotted in his kitchen with her bare
feet on his table. She did not look very tall, not more than 5'2, but she
looked fit. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties. Her longer brown hair
looked uncombed and like it needed to be washed. She wore a white tank-top
that was ratty looking and short shorts that were tight and showed her fit
looking legs and nice ass. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra based on how
much her breasts were bouncing just from a few steps. She looked sexy despite
the ratty hair and shirt, kind of like the sexy woman that lives with you and
just got out of bed. Her feet were bare once again.

He found the situation eerie but he didn't feel afraid. Though he had tried to
forget about the last time she was here it had still been in the back of his
mind and her presence here now could possibly give him some resolution.

She stopped and turned her head to look at him. She said nothing but she gave
him the sweetest looking smile. She looked beautiful and he didn't feel the
need to say anything back. Having this beautiful woman in his house was
something he should just enjoy and not question.

He looked at that beautiful smile, the comfortable way she was dressed, and
her sexy bare feet. He wanted to hold her in his arms. He stood up and her
smile got bigger, indicating to him that she wanted for him to approach her.
He walked closer and somehow her smile seemed to keep getting bigger and
happier. It was getting to the point where it didn't look natural but she was
sucking him in.

He kept slowly walking closer, now feeling afraid, but he could feel that his
cock was rock hard in his pants and his sexual desire for him was mainly what
was keeping him moving towards her. The TV was still on but it seemed to be
background noise now and he couldn't make out anything that was being said
despite the fact that neither he nor her were speaking. That sexy smile on her
face got so big that it almost looked like some sort of clown face in a
nightmare. He wanted to walk away at that point until it turned back into that
sweet face of hers that he couldn't resist.

When he got close enough to her, she reached her arms out to hug him. Wanting
nothing more than to be in this beautiful woman's arms, he reached out his
arms to do the same. Instead of hugging him, she grabbed him by the shoulders
and took him down on the floor with strength that felt superhuman.

He was now on his back with her on top of him holding down his shoulders with
her hands. He struggled to get her off of him but he thought that if a large
piece of machinery had fallen on top of him and held him down that it wouldn't
be any harder to get off of him than she was. Her strength was not something
he could combat

Trapped underneath her, he looked at her reassuring smile that gave him a
little bit of hope that everything was OK. He stared into her eyes trying to
take in their comfort and make himself feel better about the fact that an
intruder in his home had him pinned down against his will. He watched her
pupils start to grow until her eyeballs were completely black. They then
turned to red. They then turned normal again and he wondered if he wasn't just
seeing things.

He felt her pull down his pants. It was odd because he still felt a force
holding his shoulders down. It looked as if her arms were moving back and
forth from his shoulders to his pants but his shoulders remained pinned down
while his pants were getting pull down.

While focusing on her arms he had briefly taken his eyes off of her body. When
he brought them back he saw that she was completely naked. Her body looked
pale and strong and her large breasts were bouncing all over the place. She
was still silent but that pleasant smile that was on her face had now turned
into one that looked like a combination of excitement and rage.

He felt her force her pussy onto this dick. It was extremely wet and it seemed
to enclose his cock like it was going to eat it up. Yet it was bigger than any
one he had ever been inside of before and he could feel his dick thickening
inside of her more than it ever had. He looked back up at her now clearly
holding him down with her hands, her boobs still bouncing around, and her face
looking straight ahead looking satisfied that she was getting what she wanted.

He felt her pussy bouncing up and down on his dick and could feel the cum
building up inside of him, feeling so strong like his cock would just burst if
this kept up. He heard her first sounds as she started moaning loudly. The
moans started out slow and then became more rapid. They started out as
sounding like the moans of a satisfied woman but then began transitioning more
into an unpleasant roar.

He watched her face. She still looked the same but her expression had gotten
so intense that she looked like she was going to be sick or scream out in
pain. His entire body now felt immobilized from the strength of her holding
him down and even if he wasn't being held down like that he thought he may be
too afraid to move anyway.

He looked at her eyes that were beginning to turn black again. They then
started turning completely red. Her mouth was wide open and he could see that
it was also filled with what looked like some sort of black fluid, possibly
oil, and some of it was dripping down her mouth. Her hair was beginning to
stand up. The pretty look he initially saw on her face was now gone and she
just looked like an intense, crazy woman. Her body had initially looked fit
and strong but he noticed that it was getting bigger and more muscular as she
held him down and fucked him. The once pretty woman that he had approached to
embraced now looked like a feminine monster with her hair still rising, her
eyes nothing but a bright red, and more of the black, oily like substance
coming out of her mouth while her muscular body made sure that he wasn't able
to move.

He lay there paralyzed underneath her as her pussy was now squeezing his hard
dick which felt like it had expanded like a balloon and her pussy was
squeezing it like a water balloon that was filled up and could pop at any
moment. The sexual intensity of the situation was the only thing that was
taking away from the terror of what was happening to him.

He was now breathing rapidly and she was as well. Her moans were rapidly
changing in pitch. One moment it would come out sounding like a high-pitched
witch noise that would pierce his ears as if a loud whistle was being blown
into his ear. They would then shift to becoming much deeper and cause his ears
to vibrate like if he was in a car with heavy bass playing.

Regardless, his sexual reaction to this woman or creature was one like he had
never had. She would lean forward and as her breasts and skin would tickle him
it excited him more. Her big and strong pussy completely taking over his cock
make it feel so big it was scary. He continued to feel like he was going to
cum more than he ever had but then it wouldn't come out and it was starting
feel more torturous rather than good. Still, he felt like he needed to cum
badly and that his cock was so large that it wasn't something he'd be able to
handle on his own and that he needed her here for him to be able to finish.

He could feel his heart racing and sweat pouring down his face as this
powerful thing fucked him harder and he continued to feel his cock grow. The
moans were coming out of him loudly as well and seemed to be in sync with
hers. He almost felt like the two of them were sharing some special type of
bond as they both moaned louder and were clearly getting their share of
pleasure out of this despite the intensity of it and the fact that some of her
facial expressions still looked like she was going to be sick.

He let out a girly sounding whine as he couldn't take it anymore. His cock
felt for sure like it was going to just explode and he almost wanted to in
order to make that feeling of the amount of cum that he had built up in there
go away. As he screamed, he watched her mouth open wide. A big glob of the
oily substance came out of her mouth and landed on his chest while her red
eyes were rolling around. A loud roar came out of her mouth that echoed
throughout the room and did a number on his ears where he thought for sure
that he wasn't ever going to be able to hear again afterwards. He felt the cum
shoot out of his dick inside of her which actually shot her off of him.

He felt like he was covered by a big wave when she came all over him and it
covered most of him from head to toe. He wiped his face and looked up to see
her looking satisfied, her face now beginning to look normal again although
sweat was pouring down it and she looked like she had just ran a marathon she
looked so worn out. He watched her stand up and turn around. She turned back
in his direction and it looked like she may look at him but she was looking
past him. He turned his head to see what she was looking at then turned back
in her direction and she was gone.

He sat up. There was no sign of her but he had her cum all over him and the
oily substance from her mouth was on him as well. It was quite the icky
feeling being covered in that stuff and it gave him no doubt that everything
that happened was real. He took no comfort in the fact that she was gone and
now that he was no longer being fucked by her and it began setting in what had
happened to him his fear level rose. She was gone but she could reappear and
do the same thing to him again, perhaps even worse.

As he tried to think of what he should do and couldn't think of anything he
began to panic. He still couldn't call the police. If he tried to explain this
story he'd probably end up in even more trouble. He thought about when he had
gone to gettheanswer.com. He had thought all of the answers he had gotten were
people messing with him but the one answer seemed to make the most sense. What
was that guy's name who had told him that he had a demon in his house? George
something. Georgie The Wise One. He was pretty sure that was it. He had to
pull up that question and hope that answer was still there. He was pretty sure
you could send direct messages on that website. He had to get in touch with
GeorgieTheWiseOne. He was his only hope.

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