The Ultimate Collection of Short Erotic Tales (52 page)

Julia must have noticed, for she started to
play up to him, placing her hand onto his leg, and running it up to
his crotch. They started to kiss the worries of the day completely
forgotten; he could feel his zip coming down, as the kiss became
more intense. Then her hand was suddenly grasping hold of his stiff
cock; he shifted his position as she attempted to free it from the
confines of his trousers.

Once free, she stopped the kiss putting her
mouth over his erect shaft, and then slowly trying to take as much
into her mouth as possible. He watched her head move up and down,
feeling her mouth surrounding his manhood, with every downward
movement. Then he reached down to cup her breasts through her low
cut top, she stopped a second, removing her top for him, her
breasts feeling full and soft to the touch. She continued giving
him a blowjob, until she was ready for a good fuck.

"Fuck me Richard," she said, standing to
remove her skirt.

He watched as her skirt fell, revealing the
fact that she wasn't wearing any panties, this turned him on even
more, as he removed the rest of his clothing. When he was ready,
she pushed him back down, and then sat astride his cock facing him,
guiding it in with one hand, while holding his shoulder with the
other to steady herself. Then she started to ride him, rising up
and almost falling down onto his hardened cock. He held her
breasts, and then started to suck her nipples, feeling them become
erect. Her slim body was a delight to behold, as she continued to
fuck his cock.

He couldn't believe what was happening here,
for, mere weeks ago, he had been indirectly responsible for the
death of her father, now they were making love as if nothing had
happened. Her moans of pleasure became more audible as she started
to have her first orgasm.

He placed both hands onto her ass, attempting
to lift her higher, in order to get a better penetration. Then he
grabbed hold of her arms, forcing her down onto the floor; he
wanted to take control, his cock throbbing as he started to hold
her legs in the air. Then rhythmically, he fucked her with more
urgency, going that little bit faster with each downward
movement.

"Ah...don't stop, please don't stop," she
shouted, her face alight with the glow that told him she was
climaxing.

He too felt on the edge of coming, his cock
pulsing as he continued to drive it ever deeper. Then it came, a
jet of sperm exploding out into her pussy, and then another just as
she too started to cum, her back arching up to meet the last few
thrusts. All too soon it was over, as they lay there holding on to
one another, their sweat running down their bodies.

Richard was the first to make a move as he
got to his feet, and started to get dressed, Julia lay there for a
while longer, allowing her body to come down from the bliss she’d
felt. Then she got dressed, and sat back on the chair; she was
handed a drink, and felt happy for the first time in weeks.

Richard knew how bizarre this was, but felt
strangely comfortable, as he joined her in making a toast, “to
absent friends,” he suggested.

“To absent friends,” she replied.

Chapter 9

Garibaldi sat in his chair behind the desk,
his face covered in old scars, from back in the old days when he
was just another hood. He had no idea that Death stood behind him
watching, his cloak enabling him to get past all his guards without
raising the alarm.

"Do you want to die?" whispered Death, in the
ear of Garibaldi.

Garibaldi sprang out of his chair, turning to
see who it was, with a look of stunned surprise covering his
face.

"Who the hell are you?" he said, looking him
up and down.

"Let me get this straight, you've sent hit
men after me, and you don't even know who I am!" said Death,
sarcastically.

"How the hell did you get in here?" he
replied, calling for his guards.

The doors burst open, with three men now
entering the room.

"How did this man get past you?" Garibaldi
shouted, pointing to Death.

They suddenly became aware of Death, drawing
their holstered weapons, and pointing them at him.

"I'm going to warn you just once, and then I
will take matters further," said Death, looking straight at
Garibaldi.

"Kill this bum," ordered Garibaldi.

They started shooting, the bullets bouncing
off his body, like drops of rain on a roof, and then stopping when
they realized they were having no effect.

"Give me that," said Garibaldi, snatching a
gun from one of his guards.

He opened fire, letting the entire clip empty
of bullets, before stopping himself. Death walked over to him,
standing six inches away.

"You're an idiot," he said, smacking him in
the mouth.

Garibaldi fell to the floor, his guards
moving forward to take Death on, their punches raining down on him,
but to no avail, for one by one he floored them.

"If I have to come back here, I'm not coming
to talk, and I'll be leaving a lot of dead bodies," Death said,
leaving the room.

He started to walk home, his memories taking
him back to the day this all started. Associates of the vile people
he just left behind had murdered his lover. They had been after
him, but the explosion had taken Alice's life instead, now these
people were trying to exact a revenge, for the death of their
friend, who although wasn't killed by Death, was blamed for it.

He reached his apartment to find Julia and
her friend Becky waiting outside, he took his cloak off before he
announced himself. He'd already met Becky once before at a party,
he'd made love to them both that night so knew her intimately.

"Hello, come up," he said, going up the
stairs.

They followed him up; soon they were sitting
and chatting about their days, with Richard leaving out the part of
visiting the mobsters. Richard offered them a drink, which they
accepted, and he looked more closely at his guests. Becky was
wearing a cotton dress, which buttoned down the front, his
attention of her attire being drawn by the fact her legs were
crossed, revealing just a hint of her suspender belt.

Julia wore a short skirt, with no stockings,
and a tee shirt which had the words 'Take Me to Your Dealer,'
written on the front. The outline of her nipples could clearly be
seen, resting against the material. Richard's cock started to grow,
as he remembered the night they’d met. He crossed his legs, in an
effort to hide the fact, but it was too late Becky had already
noticed, and was smiling at him.

Richard asked why they had come around, to
which Julia answered.

"Becky needs a place to stay, and was
wondering if she could stay with you for a week or two, while she
looks for an apartment of her own?" said Julia.

"I don't see why not, I've got a spare
bedroom," he replied, getting up to pour him self another
drink.

Later that night, Julia had gone, and Becky
was getting ready for bed, he told her he had some business to
attend to, and then left.

With his cloak on, his persona now changed,
taking his job very seriously, he quickly reached his next client.
He found a woman who'd jumped off a building, in an attempt to
commit suicide, almost dead on the floor. She hadn't been found by
anyone else yet, so was all alone, she opened her eyes, perceiving
his presence.

"You are going to free me, aren't you?" she
said, her every word, an effort to say.

"Yes my dear, it's your time," he replied,
before releasing her soul.

He watched her soul rise, and then disappear,
his job done he returned home.

Once he got back, he hung his cloak up and
decided to go to bed. Getting undressed, he wondered if Garibaldi
will heed his warning, and knowing that only time will tell. He got
into bed, and was soon fast asleep.

Becky, who was crying out, awakened him. He
got to her room to find she was having a nightmare. He placed his
hand on her shoulder, lightly shaking her into consciousness, and
noticing when he had pulled the covers down a bit, that she was
naked.

"Oh, I had such a horrible dream," she said,
sitting up and allowing her breasts to become visible.

"Well, it's over now, so try to go back to
sleep," he said, pushing her gently down, and then pulling the
covers up.

"No, I can't sleep after that. Will you stay
with me for a while?" she said, pulling back the bedclothes.

Richard got into the bed, and she immediately
began to snuggle up to him, he couldn't help getting a boner as her
breasts rested on his chest. She must have felt it with her elbow,
because next she was looking down the covers.

"Oh, do you want to play," she said,
teasingly.

Her hand disappeared down the covers,
grasping hold of his hardened cock. Then slowly she started to jerk
him off, his throbbing bell end feeling ready to burst. Then she
popped her head down, and her mouth covered his shaft. His hips
started to buck, almost with a mind of there own, feeling the
inside of her mouth with every movement.

He looked down to see the covers moving, her
head moving up and down, knowing her mouth was literally engulfing
his dick. Then he couldn't hold it back anymore, his sperm
appearing in bursts, the first going into the back of her throat,
while the second and third landed on her face.

Then she came back up the bed, and started to
straddle his still hard cock. He could feel the moistness of her
pussy with the tip of his cock, and wasn't surprised when it slid
into place with ease. She started to ride him, and then squatted
over it, so she could use her knees to lift and fall.

Her moans started to turn him on, as her
squats became faster and faster, with each one taking more of his
cock into the depths of her pussy. He could feel her juices running
down his inner thigh, as she started to shout out profanity.

"Oh fuck yes...this is so good...fuck
me...fuck that pussy...I...I...love your cock," she said.

This was too much; he started to cum again,
knowing that she was coming too. Then it was over, and she
collapsed on top of him, her breasts pressing into his chest once
more. They lay like that for some time, before Richard realized
that she had gone back to sleep.

Pulling her off himself gently, he covered
her up, and tucked her in, and after kissing her forehead he left
the room to return to his own bed. He lay down, feeling tired, and
soon he was in a deep sleep.

Chapter 10

Richard got up that morning feeling good,
knowing that he was doing a worthwhile job, by freeing trapped
souls. He found a note waiting for him in the hallway, picking it
up; he opened it to find it was from Garibaldi. It said he wanted
to meet him in a warehouse down town, and that it would be
beneficial for him to turn up without delay.

He put his cloak on, and then left the
apartment; he had every intention of meeting Garibaldi, in the
hopes that any trouble there might still be could be resolved. He
found the warehouse pretty quickly, for he'd had to free the souls
of several people from this district. When he got inside the empty
warehouse he was shocked to find Becky, who was tied to a post in
the center of the warehouse.

Several goons were hidden in various places
around the building, and as yet they had not detected him. He
decided to listen in on a conversation, which was now taking place
just behind Becky.

"If he shows, place the gun at her head, I
doubt he will try anything, Garibaldi wants him tied and gagged,
and then delivered to the mansion on Crest Street," one of them
said.

Death had to think of a way to get Becky out
without endangering her life, but with so many goons around the
building, there was a good chance of a stray bullet finding the
wrong target. First though he needed to talk with the voice that
only he could hear, so he quietly left the building, and once he
was out of hear shot he addressed what he believed to be a Servant
of the Almighty.

"Am I permitted to use deadly force?" he
asked.

"This situation was instigated, so we have no
qualms about allowing you to take whatever steps are necessary, in
order that all this violence can end," was the reply.

Death was pleased they'd at last come to see
that people like this only understand violence. He walked back into
the warehouse, determined that when he came back out, Becky would
be safe. His best course of action was to take out as many of the
goons as possible, without being detected. He strolled over to one
that was hiding behind a wall, and then with one quick motion he
pulled his head round snapping his neck, before laying him down
gently, to hide the sound.

His next target was up in the office at the
far end of the warehouse, so creeping up the stairs, and finding
the door was open he entered, to find not one but two goons. He
stood between them, and then with both arms acting as if one, he
raised them sharply under there chins, both their heads snapped
back, and he left them in a heap on the floor.