The Ultimate Collection of Short Erotic Tales (48 page)

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 to and
fro 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 doorman 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. Pretty 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 like 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 for 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. Pretty 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 momentarily
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 alright 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 started to
realize that this was probably not a job just any one could do, and
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.

"Yes, you were right, he is cute isn't he?"
said Jacquelyn.

"Keep your eyes off, he's mine, "said Alice,
"but I have no objections to sharing," she added.

They both laughed pouring another drink;
Jacquelyn had spilt some down her tee shirt, making her nipple
appear through the fabric. Richard thought his luck was in here, so
creeping back into the hallway he removed his cloak and opened the
door, only to slam it shut. Upon entering the lounge he was given a
drink, and deliberately knocked it onto his lap.