Short Erotic Tales 2

by Carl East

  His other hand now joined in on the fun, as he cupped them both, squeezing gently. She let go of his cock, placing her hands into his pants at the back, and then lowered herself down, taking his underwear with her. His cock was now in front of her mouth as she placed her lips over the end. He took a gulp of air as she proceeded to engulf his member, sucking it in as far as she could before coming back, running her tongue along his hardened rim of his cock. She deliberately sucked it slowly, making him moan with an ecstasy he hadn't felt for quite sometime.

  Then she stopped, and stood up. She removed the rest of her clothing, revealing a slim well-built body. He removed his shirt, and embraced her once more. They both seemed to pull one another down onto the floor, with the heat of the moment taking over. He pressed his cock against the outside wall of her pussy, pushing, he felt some give as his cock started to penetrate her pussy and he was in. Her hips moved back and forth in rhythm to his thrusting, making the moment a pleasure for them both. He kissed every part of her face, starting at the mouth, and then working around to finish on her neck.

  Her moans egging him on to go faster, as the passion became too much to hold his sperm back any longer. He started to cum, his cock jerking as the first load hit the tip bursting into her body. She held him tightly wanting to feel his cream filling her up, and then suggesting another position, which he agreed to. He got behind her, reinserting his cock, and easily penetrating her heated pussy. He fucked her with a renewed vigor, making her squeal with pleasure. He was virtually stabbing her with his entire length, wanting her to know the pleasures that sex can give. Her cries gave her away, as she began to have the largest orgasm of the day. He took her further than that, as he continued to plunge his hard cock into her body, feeling hornier than ever before.

  The moment seemed to last forever as he once again started to cum, but it all too soon ended. They got dressed, not saying much but holding on to each other as time passed, and then he suddenly remembered that he had to be across town in a short while. Alice left asking if she could see him again, he responded with a firm yes, and then she was gone. He then donned his cloak once more, and left the building.

  Soon he was at the side of the road where an accident had occurred, bending over the unconscious man lying in front of him; he placed his hand onto his forehead. The trapped soul was released, rising into the air, as the shell that had contained it expired. Death turned and started to walk back, his mission here over for another short period.

  Chapter 2

  Death walked through the plane wreck, quickly locating his next client, wanting to stop their suffering. He stood over the charred remains of a body that was beyond help, looking around, and knowing that a soul was crying out to be set free. He spotted a movement with the corner of his eye, focusing on it he saw a child pinned beneath a seat. Easily removing the chair he found what he'd been looking for, a young girl who although was still breathing, was about to die from her injuries. She looked up at him, and spoke.

  "Is my mother alright?" she said, concerned more for others than for herself.

  "Your mother has past on to the other side," said Death, feeling sorry for her.

  "Have you come to help me?" she said, trying to move.

  "I have come to make sure you get to see your mother again," he said, placing a hand onto her forehead.

  Her soul left her body and floated up, her eyes closing for the last time, Death bent down kissing her softly on the cheek. He knew that she would be reunited with her mother but felt for her in a way that didn't happen very often. It was always hard to set the young free, knowing that they could have lived a full and worthwhile life. He stood up wiping a tear from his face and departed the scene.

  His next call was not for another three hours, so he decided to go into town and have a drink. He'd been chosen for this task twenty-five years before, after hearing a voice that had told him, all he needed to know. His cloak was the source of all his powers, but the only thing it didn't do, was take his emotions away. This made him vulnerable to some of the calls he had to make, the little girl being the prime example.

  After arriving at one of the bars, he had removed his cloak and was sitting down to enjoy a neat Scotch when two young hookers came over to join him. They were not working now and ordered a drink. He hardly noticed their presence, until one of them started to talk to him.

  "Hello stranger!" said one of them as they sat down, "haven't seen you here before."

  "Oh, hello there, I'm sorry I didn't see you," he replied.

  "It's usually the opposite," they joked.

  He then looked at them more closely, realizing that they were hookers for the first time. They continued to talk, but soon gave up when they realized his attention was not focused on them. He rose from the table wishing them a good evening and left.

  On his way home he decided to take his mind off his job and enjoy himself, he called into a private club that catered for the voyeurism in most of us. He was led to his own cubicle where he was told the show would commence in just a moment. Then after he was given a Scotch, the show began.

  It started with the typical good-looking woman strip dancing behind a large window, her figure being gorgeous as she started to remove her garments. Dancing seductively, she removed her top, revealing her breasts. Death was soon hard, his eyes staring at those pink tipped orbs as they wobbled in that delightful way. Before long she was naked, her hips writhing back and forth, opening her legs and crouching, making her pussy lips part.

  She placed a hand between her legs, moving it over her pussy in a suggestive way, and then actually making the penetration with one finger. Suddenly a man appeared on the scene, all part of the act. He was dressed only in a thong that held a pouch covering his cock. She ran her hands up his body, making him squirm as he knelt down beside her to kiss those pouting lips. She pulled at the string holding the thong in place; it fell away revealing a moderate sized penis. Her hand touched it, making it jerk, and then she took it in her mouth giving a performance that was clearly lustful.

  Death reached down to adjust his cock, feeling uncomfortable, as his hardened member reacted to the scene being played out before him. Her motions were now faster, in an effort to make this man shoot his load. He was clearly close to ejaculating, his face the picture of pleasure. When he did unload, she removed it from her mouth and pumped him dry with her hands, his first load shooting high into the air, and then his second. She sucked the rest out to finish him off before standing to get dressed again. Death stood up putting his hands together; he had enjoyed that performance, and left a large tip with the door attendant as he left.

  Although he enjoyed the odd voyeuristic performance, he always felt that he needed some relief afterwards. Remembering the two hookers he had left in the bar, he wandered back to see if they were still there. The barman informed him that they had just left, so he decided to go home. Putting the cloak back on he walked down the street, but as he drew close to an alley, he could hear cries for help. He entered the alley to find that the two girls he had been looking for were being gang raped by five men.

  This was not strictly his business, but he could not just stand by and allow this to continue. They couldn't see him, as they fucked the girl that had spoken to him in the bar, only when near death was that privilege granted. Death grabbed hold of the one between her legs by the scruff of his neck, pulling back sharply. He sailed through the air, hitting the wall and landing in a heap on the floor. His friends looked around, not knowing what was going on, and then the two Guys that were holding the other girl, suddenly left the floor, landing next to their friend. They all got up, too scared to do anything else and shouting, “lets get out of here,” before darting down the alley.

  The girls picked themselves up and straightened their clothing, and then exited the alley. Death had removed his cloak, and was standing on the street waiting for them.

  "Are you alright?" he said, looking concerned.

  "Yes, was that you who helped us
in there?" one of them said.

  "It was, I had come back to have a chat, when I found you had gone, so I decided to go home, this street just happens to be on the way," he replied.

  "Thank you," they both said together.

  He decided to take them home, so asking where they lived they walked on. Soon they had arrived, and were asking him in for a drink. He accepted and they entered the building. Once in their apartment he was impressed by their standard of living. They had a well-decorated hall that was just as impressive as all the other rooms he saw, and then one of the girls asked if he had come back for business reasons or just a chat.

  "I would like to say chat, but the truth is I had been to one of those peek shows and was feeling horny," he said, thinking he needed to tell the truth.

  "That's all right, it's a refreshing change to find an honest man," she said, "by the way, my name is Samantha and this is Julie."

  "Hello, mines Richard," he said looking around, "you have a nice apartment."

  They chatted for a while and then he got up to take his leave, but they blocked him at the door.

  "We want to give you something, before you leave," said Julie.

  Suddenly they were taking his clothes off, stripping him naked to find a nice package swinging between his legs. Julie got onto the floor taking his cock deeply into her throat, so deep in fact, that he felt sure she would choke, but she took it like the pro she was. Sam removed her top, revealing a small but firm pair of breasts, her hardened nipples being the first thing he spotted, because of their unusual size. He reached over taking them between finger and thumb squeezing them. His cock was very hard by now as Julie continued to give him head like no other. Placing his right hand down to Sam's skirt, he pulled it up revealing no panties and then placed his hand onto her pussy. She held his hand there, wanting to run her wet hot pussy over his fingers. He was now close to coming, and warned Julie, but she carried on sucking as if it didn't matter. Then he came; his cock burst forth filling the back of her throat with a big load of sperm. She swallowed, never once stopping until he was completely drained, and then concentrated on his bell end, to keep him hard.

  Once Julie stood up, Samantha bent over, backing into his still hard and impressive looking cock. He entered her easily, and started to fuck her hard, she begged him to go faster, which he did. Then Julie got on the floor and started to lick both him and Sam, this was erotic he thought as he pounded his cock into her sweet pussy. Soon Sam was screaming that she was having an orgasm, her juices running onto Julie's tongue. Then he started to cum again, pumping another load out, and then finding his cock back inside Julie's mouth in order that she could clean him up. After they had got dressed, he reached for his wallet, but they wouldn't take any money, saying that, for what he had done he deserved a freebie. He had to leave then knowing that his next mission was coming up, so upon saying his goodbyes he left.

  When he arrived at his next destination, he was once again thrust into the realities of life. Finding his next client, who happened to be an old Lady, he approached her knowing that she had suffered a heart attack.

  "Have you come for me?" she said, seeing his face.

  "Yes, you are ready to leave this realm, but don't worry the next one is better," he said, reassuringly.

  "Oh, I'm not worried," she said, "I will get to see my husband again."

  Death placed his hand onto her forehead releasing the trapped soul, and then watched until he was sure it had indeed been freed, before leaving the scene. Sometimes it can be a rewarding job, he thought as he walked home once more.

  Chapter 3

  Death was waiting; he’d arrived at his next mission somewhat early, which was unusual. There were no dead bodies, and so no souls to release. Suddenly something hit the side of his leg; he turned to find a small child had run into him, and was now sprawled on the floor. Taking his cloak off, and becoming visible, he put his hand out to pick the boy up.

  Then he heard a large explosion; he turned to see the building across the road, which at this moment was falling in large chunks. This must have been his next mission, but he couldn't sense anybody's need for his or her soul to be released. Then he had a thought, looking at the boy he had forgotten, he wondered if this lad was his intended mission. The boy in question was still brushing himself down after colliding with god knows what.

  "Are you alright son?" said Richard, stooping to get closer.

  "Yes, I'm sorry, I just didn't see you," he replied, looking over at the building, he'd been heading towards.

  Holding his arm, Richard sensed that he was indeed his next client, but that he had inadvertently saved his life. This had never happened before, so he was unsure how to proceed. Then he remembered the voice that had given him this job, all those years before; it had informed him that if he ever needed advice he only had to ask. Seeing that the child was all right he left him there, and started to walk home.

  Once he arrived at his own apartment, he sat down, looked up and asked his question.

  "Why was the child spared?" he said.

  "In twenty years from now, a fellow Soul Reaper will die, his death will upon necessity need to be redressed," said a deep voice, "the boy is to be his replacement."

  "I see, but if you can see that far ahead, then why let my colleague die?" said Richard, thinking he saw a flaw in the grand scheme of things.

  "The person in question will take his own life, which is beyond our control," said the voice.

  "Oh! I see."

  Richard wasn't prepared for that answer, he sat back to contemplate these revelations. Then he realized this was not a job, everybody could do. Indeed, he himself had on occasion, been sickened by what he saw.

  "Could you tell me why he takes his own life?" he said, looking back up.

  "He desires to save lives, and he cannot come to terms with the loss of so many," was the response.

  Richard had learned this lesson early on in this profession, if all the Soul Reapers suddenly started to save lives, the proper order of things would soon be in chaos. He had accepted this, even though; he too, had the desire to save lives. Then he realized that he had managed to save one life, however unintentionally. He was then suddenly aware that someone was knocking on the door. Upon answering, he found Alice with a friend, who happened to be soaked from head to foot.

  "What's happened?" he asked.

  "Jacquelyn’s been caught in a sudden downpour and I saw her coming down the hall when I came to visit you," explained Alice “Apparently, her friend who’s one of your neighbors isn’t home and she has traveled some distance to see her.”

  Richard invited them in and supplied Jacquelyn with some jeans and a tee shirt, along with a towel, and showed her where the bathroom was.

  After a while, they were all chatting and drinking, laughing about the situation that had occurred. Richard couldn't help noticing how cute Jacquelyn was, as her once disheveled hair dried. An hour or so later Richard had to leave, but he had made up a makeshift bed for Jacquelyn, telling her she was welcome to stay the night or until the neighbor got back. He then grabbed his cloak and left, wondering who his next client would be.

  He arrived on the scene, as the ambulance turned up, spotting his next client. She was on the hood of a car, apparently thrown through the windscreen as her vehicle had hit the tree. He couldn't help thinking, 'if only she'd worn a seat belt,’ but placed his hand onto her forehead. The soul rose into the air and then vanished, his job done he left the scene.

  He had forgotten he had guests, so when he entered the apartment he was still wearing his cloak. He heard them talking as he entered, and as the front door was situated in a small hallway they had not heard him come in. He was about to take his cloak off and bang the door shut, to make it appear that he had only just arrived, when he heard his name mentioned. He became curious so decided to listen in on the conversation, he crept into the room, for although they couldn't see him, they could still hear him if he made too much noise.