2 comments/ 22189 views/ 5 favorites The Reaper By: horrorotica Fred Plisken was a harmless local drunk always sitting quietly with a beer in hand at his favourite bar known as 'The Ankou'. He liked to sit there watching the comings and goings of patrons as they drank, chatted and played chance in the human mating rituals. Today he had noticed a man dressed in blue jeans and a long-sleeved check shirt sitting at a booth on the far wall. Fred noticed him because he just seemed to appear there as if out of thin air, and he could have sworn he did not see him enter the bar or order the beer he was now drinking. It was a real mystery that was for sure. Then again maybe he was just that drunk anyway, so he shrugged and smiled to himself and ordered another beer. However then he found himself continuing to stare at this man for some reason. The stranger looked the same as the rest of the bar's red neck patrons with his ball cap pulled low over his eyes and his sleeves rolled halfway up his muscular forearms. His boots scuffed and worn, giving the appearance of having done a hard days work. He sat alone, quietly nursing his beer not really trying to be noticed. Still one thing old Fred had observed was the stranger was glancing often at April Downing who was sitting across from him talking excitedly to her friend Connie. Both women were in their forties but the difference was Connie looked much older. She was fat, wrinkly, and had greying hair. While April looked younger with a trim body, nice auburn hair, and a stunning complexion. Fred was noticing that the stranger had glanced at April several times now, but April was oblivious to his interest. Finally Connie took a break in April's marathon of lurid gossip and excused herself to go to the ladies room. While her friend was in the toilet another man Fred knew named Bud Carson approached April and said a few words in her ear. Fred couldn't hear the conversation that ensued but knew that she wasn't interested in anything he was offering. April shook her head no; and a discouraged Bud returned to his seat at the bar, lit a cigarette and took a deep swig of his beer. Another failure in the human mating ritual. He had to chuckle. Still Fred admired Bud's courage in asking. April was a stunner that was for sure but Fred knew from experience that Bud was going to have more luck with fat ol' Connie than he would with that fine piece of ass. April raised her hand and signalled the waitress for the bill and paid the tab with her credit card as Connie returned from the bathroom. April gathered her belongings, kissed fat Connie farewell, walked out the door. Fred watched her leave thinking how he wouldn't mind sliding his own cock into that bitches hot pussy. Then looked back to see what the stranger was doing but to his surprise he was gone. Fred stood up and looked around wondering how the hell he could just vanished like that. Suddenly a cute 20yo blonde with firm titties came up to the bar to order drinks right next to him. The whole incident was forgotten instantly as he stared wide-eyed at those perky titties wishing he could get a boner. Oh those were the day, he mused. ***** April clicked her remote key and her car unlocked but suddenly someone reared up beside her making her yelp and jump. She looked at the one responsible with a screwed up face saying, "Jesus Bud, you'd scare the livin' daylights out of a ghost the way you creep up on people!" Bud blushed, "Aww come on April, you knows I am just wanting some special attention." She rolled her eyes, "I told you in the bar I'm not interested Bud. When are you gonna get the hint?" Bud pouted, "You were plenty interested last Saturday night. I made you cum real good too." She laughed, "That don't mean we're in love or your my boyfriend. We just fucked is all." "Well we can 'just fuck' now cos I am hornier than a badger on heat." Bud smiled a toothy grin. April looked down and noticed his pants were tenting. Bud reached down and unzipped his fly and a thick eight inch cock sprung out as hard as a rock. "Bud! You're gonna get us arrested!" April blushed. "Well you made it like this so you better do something about it before the cops drag us away for indecent exposure," Bud said stroking his cock. April looked around and then gestured him to follow and they walked around an alley behind some large dumpsters. She pulled her pants down and bent forward presenting her shaved pussy to Bud who was behind her. "OK get it over with so I can go home," she said. He spat on his hand and rubbed it on his cock saying, "Mmmm humph you have the finest ass in these parts." Bud pushed his cock head into her pussy and felt that warm wetness as his cock pushed through and filled her in no time. He grabbed her hips and started pumping her slowly feeling the luxuriousness of her womanhood. April moaned as she held onto the dumpster Bud moaned, "Ohhh I lurv how you act all snooty in front of everyone and yet you're really a dumpster slut." He laughed prompting her to say, "Just fuck me I haven't got all night." Bud put two fingers in her mouth and made her suck them and get them all wet. Then he leaned back and slid them inside her ass as his thick cock rolled in and out of her wet cunt. She moaned like a two dollar whore as he fingered her ass. After a while he pulled them out and leant forward shoving them in her mouth. "Suck your ass bitch!" he ordered her and she did eagerly. Then he slapped her ass a few times and returned his fingers inside her ass fingering her in rhythm with his fucking. Meanwhile he was picking up the pace as he felt his lust grow inside him. She had been mean to him ever since last Saturday night and he was going to take it out on her pussy. April moaned loudly with a few 'Oh yes!' and 'Fuck that's so good!" thrown in for good measure. He rode her hard now pushing his cock in and out of her with wild abandon. April's face was red and sweaty and she hung on to the dumpster like her life depended on it. Her hair was now messy and her eyes were shut, clenched tightly. "Oooooooo fuuuuck," she moaned. Her pussy was making squelches and farts as he fucked the living shit out of it until finally he felt her cunt squeeze down on his shaft. "Here I cum dumpster slut!" he panted. Then April let a high-pitched squeal as orgasm rippled through her body making her shake all over. Bud couldn't hold it any longer and felt his cock spasm as he unloaded five large spurts of cum deep inside her pussy. He closed his eyes as he held her tightly, pushing his large cock as deep as it could go. "Oh Ahhhhh yeahhhhh," he grunted. After a few minutes of just being there to milk every last drop of pleasure from it Bud pulled his cock out with a plop and cum dribbled down Aprils leg. She reached down and grabbed her panties and pulled them up and then her pants. Turning to Bud she kissed him on the cheek. "OK Bud now I gotta get home. Tomorrows a big day for me," she said smiling. "So I suppose you're gonna be mean to me again. Treat me like I am shit?" Bud pouted. "Look what it did to you. You fucked me like a wild man. So yes I am going to act like I detest you again. That's all you gonna get from me Bud," she said then looked in a compact and straightened her make up. Then she turned and left him standing there with his dick still hanging out, limp now. "Damn that bitch is hot," Bud said under his breath. Bud was watching her walk away when out of the corner of his eye he thought he seen a man standing there watching him. He turned sharply to find no one there. That made him feel uneasy as he was sure he'd seen a guy in jeans wearing a cap. He put his cock away and got out of there as fast as he could. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and felt butterflies in his stomach. The words of his momma rang in his ears from when he was a kid, "Like someone walking over your grave." ***** April drove home with her thoughts focused on the deal that she had in the making at her firm. If she could bring it off, it would be the pinnacle of her career and would secure her place there until she retires. Which was still a long way away as she was only 42. She drove up to the gate of her community and stopped as the young guard leaned out of his small window and bidding her a warm hello. He was a cute guy and always leaned into her window and looked directly down her cleavage at her tits. He sniffed the air and smiled at her. April didn't mind. She nonchalantly showed her residents pass, and after signing in he waved her through. Parking the car in her driveway, she gathered her purse and briefcase, stepped out and shut the door. She remembered to press the lock button on her remote as she picked up her mail and then unlocked her front door and entered the house. She placed the day's mail and her keys on a small table and continued to the telephone, checking the machine for messages. Finding none, she walked up the stairs to her bedroom, turned on the TV to CNN, and began to undress. In bra and panties, she entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. As she waited for the water to warm, she finished taking off her underwear looking at the cum stains in her panties, and feeling a slight tingle in her pussy as she did. Then she turned and admired herself in the mirror before drawing the shower curtain back and stepping in. The hot water felt good on her tired muscles as it fell from the pulsing shower head and massaged her skin. She picked up the sponge that she used and squirted lavender soap onto it and then rubbed it briskly to create lather. The fragrance of lavender soon filled the shower and she smiled to herself as she washed her body. She scrubbed her pussy and blasted it with the shower to make sure the cum was cleaned out as best she could manage. April was infertile so she wasn't worried about getting pregnant and she knew Bud was a clean so she didn't think she'd get a disease from him. Once her shower was finished, she stepped out and reached for a large fluffy towel and dried herself. Still nude, she entered her bedroom and slipped on a pair of fresh panties, a bikini bra and her silk nightgown. Had she happened to look towards her window, she would have seen the strange man from the bar standing outside, watching her as she dressed for bed. She pulled down the covers and was in the process of getting into bed when the door bell chimed its melodic tune of welcome. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table and noting it was now ten past eleven PM, wondered who would be visiting at this hour. She picked up her robe from the end of the bed and pulled it around her as she walked down to the front door. "Who's there?" she called through the door. "April, you don't know me personally, but we have business to discuss," a man said in a deep voice. "May I speak with you?" "I'm not in the habit of opening my door to complete strangers..." she said haughtily, "....and I don't see tonight as being an exception." The nerve of some people bothering you this time of night. "April, I asked you to let me in simply out of courtesy. I really don't need the door open if I want to enter your home." he said evenly. "Are you threatening to break into here? I'm going to call security if you don't leave immediately." April said threateningly but felt fearful. She turned her back to the door and started towards the phone to call security when she felt a sudden cold gust of air strike her as if a large truck just drove close by her. "Turn around, April." the familiar voice of the man outside said. Slowly turning with eyes wide she saw a stocky man dressed in jeans, a check shirt, and wearing a ball cap standing inside her hallway. Her front door was still closed and locked. "How did you do that?" she beginning to tremble all over. "I come and go as I please," he said, shrugging his shoulders slightly. However April panicked and ran up the stairs to her bedroom closing the door behind her and pushing a bolt she had on the inside door so it was locked. There was an eerie silence as April leaned on her bedroom door panting. Suddenly there was a loud knock on her door making her jump and scream. The man outside her bedroom door said calmly, "Please April these silly games are pointless." "Please don't hurt me," she yelled through the door. "I'll give you money. Take whatever you want and leave but please don't hurt me," She pleaded tears rolling down her cheeks. Then she felt a cold gust of air again like she did downstairs and a voice behind her said, "I am sorry but I have no interest in your possessions, or your money, and as for your physical safety I am afraid there are forces here at work you do not quite understand yet." She turned and faced him for a moment the colour draining from her face. Pushing her body against the door as if she hoped she could somehow pass through it she said, "If you aren't going to rob me what ...what is it that you want?" The stranger removed his cap and bowed slightly saying politely, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Joe Reaper...and I'm here to collect your soul." April cringed, "What the hell are you talking about? You want to collect my soul?" Joe smiled, "I can't say it any clearer, April." She looked pale almost sickly now, "Are you some kind of a fucking nut case or something?" April reached down and picked up a hair brush and brandished it like a weapon making Joe step back a little. He smiled at her amused by her defiance and then casually reached behind him into the back pocket of his jeans and removed a well-worn black leather notebook and flipped to the last page. "Let's see, you're April Downing, born October 7, 1968, at seven in the morning in St. May's Hospital in Ft. Wayne, Indiana, and your parents were Robert and Susan Downing?" Joe asked casually looking up at her. "Yes, but how do I know you aren't just a stalker or something?" April asked trembling all over. Maybe he is a serial killer she thought. "I guess in some ways I am the greatest stalker ever. Although I am not a serial killer even though everyone thinks I am," he replied laughing at his own joke then realising she didn't get it. He replaced the notebook into his back pocket saying, "It's very close to your time so I suggest you just hop in bed and then we can go ahead." She crossed her arms in front of her chest defiantly and shifted her weight on her feet in the standard fight or flee stance that he had so often met. "I'm not doing anything you tell me to do!" she said defiantly. "April, you really don't have a choice in this. While I do have some leeway as to the when and where I can collect you, I cannot delay the inevitable forever I'm sorry," Joe explained as patiently as he could. "I don't understand what you are talking about?" she looked at him like he was crazy. He sighed deeply, "I've done this job for a very long time now and I'm still amazed that you humans live in such denial. Even when 'Death' is staring you in the face, you refuse to see it." "But your not... Death!" she cried. "You're just a fucking nut trying to scare the shit out of me and doing a damn good job of it too!" she said her face turning red. "I am afraid I have a schedule to meet and you're starting to try my..." Joe said but April cut him off. "Wait, don't say another word....," she beseeched, ".....prove it to me. Prove to me that you are who you say you are. Prove to me that you are Death." Joe rolled his eyes in annoyance because just once he would like one of his charges to come peacefully without all these futile attempts to delay the inevitable. His eyes glanced around the room and settled on a large Spider Plant hanging from the ceiling in front of her large picture window. Its tendrils were at least six feet long and the foliage was lush and green. Looking up at the plant he placed a finger lightly on one of the leaves and abruptly the plant began to wither and turn dark under his hand. The tendrils turned brown and broke off, falling on the floor with a slight crackling sound. In a matter of seconds, the once lush plant had been reduced to nothing but dry potting soil in a hanging basket and dust on the floor. There was a stunned silence in the room and when Joe turned to face April again she was as pale as a ghost, her mouth hung slack-jawed and her eyes were wide. The hair brush she once held in a threatening manner suddenly fell to the floor with a soft bump. "But you don't even look like Death? she mumbled as she staring terrified at Joe. "Pray tell April, what in your opinion does Death look like?" he asked with a slight smile on his face. "Shit, I don't know?" she said, "What all the cartoons I've seen show, I guess. The guy in the black hooded robe standing there with that big long blade over his shoulder." "That long blade you mention is called a scythe, and the guy in the black robe was my great-grandfather Grimm Reaper. He dressed that way because he liked theatrics and scaring the crap out of people. However that was a long time ago now and times have changed. Company Policy says we can't act like that anymore as they get too many complaints from souls once they cross over. Still I don't expect you to understand company politics," Joe said shrugging. "Company politics?" April said a bit confused. "Yeah in fact they held a focus group before I was born and decided the most innocuous name for the Angel of Death was Joe. So here I stand: Joe Reaper," he bowed again. April stood there staring blankly mumbling, "Focus group..." "As I said it doesn't matter that much to you, right now my job is to escort your soul to the other side. So come along I haven't got all eternity," Joe said sounding impatient for the first time. "Wait, please," she begged, "...have you ever been persuaded to overlook someone? To let them live a little longer?" April asked bringing her hands together in front of her. He looked at her closely and saw the pain of unfinished business in her blue eyes. Her hands were clasped in front of her so tightly now that her knuckles had turned white. He had to admit he felt sorry for her and thought he must be getting soft. He sat down on her bed and considered her for a moment, "I have turned a blind on a few occasions allowing a soul to live longer than what their allotted time was meant to be" he said, adjusting the cap on his head. She smiled encouragingly, "See you can do it." He glanced up at her choosing to ignore her comments, "However, in the end the Company found out and issued an immediate foreclosure." He sighed deeply, "The Company always finds out. The cost to the souls in question was a one way ticket to hell. You see the Company likes to make examples of people who try to buck the system. So turning a blind eye to a collection never ends well." April rushed to him falling to her knees in front of him in anguish, "What can I do to prove to you that I want to live? You know learn a lesson and change my life or something?" Joe took her hands in his gently and spoke softly to her, "April, listen to me. This isn't a Charles Dickens fairy tale, this is real life. A few months or years maybe extra in this life isn't worth an eternity burning in a lake of fire." He then smiled happily saying, " Besides once you pass over you will like your new reality better than this one I promise you. You people always do." "OK then, tell me how am I going to die?" she grabbed his hands tightly. "Do you really want to know that, April? Is it that important to you?" Joe rolled his eyes. "Yes, I want to know. It's my death isn't it?" He got out his black book again and looked at her entry and then looked up at her and said while putting the book back in his pocket. "You are going to have a fatal heart attack," he said with a flush creeping across his face. The Reaper "A heart attack? You're fucking kidding me? I'm in great shape." She stood and smoothed her hands down the sides of her body to show off just how fit she was. "I work out at the gym twice a week and run three miles every morning rain or shine. I am not heart attack material," she was incredulous. Joe shrugged, "I'm sorry April, but your father died of a heart attack, as well as over five hundred souls in your families recent past. I am afraid it's in your DNA." "Still there's something you can do about it," she said sitting beside him and crossing her legs slowly allowing her robe to part and fall away giving him a long look at her legs. "Suppose I was able to convince you somehow, to let me live a little longer?" she said softly snuggling beside him. "I told you the penalty for trying to buck the system April. Just drop it, it isn't worth it!" Joe said annoyed but looking at her legs just the same. "You mean that you're not the least bit tempted by the way I look?" April said suggestively. She stood up in front of him and untied her robe and then let it drop to the floor leaving her in nothing but a bra and panties. She kicked the robe out-of-the-way and then opened her legs wide exposing her panties pressed tightly against her crotch. He looked at her large, meaty labia pressing against the fabric of her sky blue silk panties giving her a sumptuous camel toe. "You're quite attractive, I have to admit," he said gulping. "Then what if I let you have this body tonight in exchange for just another week of life?" She slid her panties down so he could see her shaved pussy. "April I warned....." Joe began. "Look, you said you had some leeway in collecting my soul right?" April was now leaning back and rubbing her clit while he watched. "Yeah I did, but....." Joe stammered. "Well give me a week to tidy up my affairs here and then I will come with you gladly. That's all I ask. Just one week. Another week isn't bucking the system is it?" April said sliding fingers inside her cunt. Joe felt his body tingle as she played with her pussy in front of him so wantonly sliding wet fingers inside her moist vagina. Finally he said, "OK, a fuck for one weeks leeway. Agreed?" "Yes!" she answered and he stood taking her into his arms and kissing her deeply. As she looked up into his eyes with lust her hands trailed over his crotch rubbing it briefly before fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. With one pull April unzipped him and her soft hands opening up his fly revealing his briefs. Gently, yet quickly, she stroked his cock over the soft fabric of his grey briefs until finally she slid both hands to the band and pulled them down, exposing his lovely big cock. His penis looked different to a man's penis with the head being more a point rather than shaped like a helmet. Still it was quite huge, possibly the biggest she'd ever seen which amazed her as prior to this there was no real sign that he was packing like this. April bent down to lick his limp dick and to her surprise it moved and stroked her face lovingly. She looked up at Joe and noticed his eyes were now jet black and she was about to say something but his cock abruptly stuffed itself inside her mouth. As her tongue licked the underside of it the cock moved inside her mouth and down her throat making her gag but it didn't stop. She grabbed it firmly to stop it moving and sucked on it with all her might while gently rubbing his balls with her hands. Then she started to move her head so the cock was being massaged by her lips as she sucked and licked it. She pulled away and started flicking her tongue over the pointy end mixing in the odd swirl looking up at him lustfully before sliding her mouth down the shaft of his cock, swirling her tongue round the tip then working down to the base. Joe was moaning hard and deep at the pleasure April was giving him. Joe's cock slid further and further down her throat until she felt like it was hard to breath. So he slid it out of her mouth to let her catch her breath. After gasping for air, she took his cock back into her moist hot mouth and started bobbing up and down slowly at first using the whole length that would fit comfortably in her mouth then speeding up sucking harder and faster, her hair falling over her face. All he could hear were her muffled moans as April sucked his wonderful cock. She started to vibrate his shaft with a long loud moan of pleasure. This had to be the best fuck in her life if she was going to keep herself alive for a bit longer. April started to run out of air so she pulled back and decided to swap her hands and mouth. As she pulled her mouth off his cock she had a moment's indecision about stopping the blow job so she leaned back in for one last luscious lick of Joe's wriggling angel cock. Then she leaned back and pull his trousers right down so she could have clear access to his balls taking them into her mouth sucking and playing with them with her tongue. This position had the advantage of being able to look at his face so she could watch how he reacted to her stimulations while slender fingers wrapped around his shaft and started pumping. Joe's dick was slick with Aprils spit while her hands shot up and down its length. The end wriggled like some eel and it stroked her face as well. She continued this until she couldn't help herself but take his cock back into her mouth once again. She fell on it like a wild animal sucking and licking it with undisguised pleasure. April then started to deep-throat him again, and again. Her hands decided to explore his body tunnelling under his top to find a wonderfully sculpted torso that sent shivers down her spine and made her pussy wetter than it was already. April started to really slam her mouth down his cock like a wild whore. She wanted his cum more than she had ever want anything before and took him so deep that his balls were hitting her chin which was no mean feat because Joe's cock was extremely large. She suddenly had to pull away off his slick cock as she couldn't breathe, but she kept the stimulation up by pumping with her hand, then swirling the tip with her tongue. When she had got her breath back she plunged back onto his cock taking it deep down her throat, repeatedly pulling away and then sliding down until eventually she heard him grunt and growl. Joe's cock started to spasm and pulsate and then he shot his first load of cum at the back of her throat. The hot sticky fluid dripped down and nearly choked her. She finally swallowed his first load and then pulled away until he was just in her mouth pumping more and more cum into it, filling it up so full some burst out the side of her mouth and ran down her chin and onto her slender neck. April swallowed the remaining cum and licked his cock clean. "Fuck... April that was amazing... I can't believe that just happened... I don't think... I have never cum so hard in my life" Joe gasped in amazement. "Well you don't think we're finished yet do you?" she teased softly tracing the tip of her index finger up his wriggling cock. April stood up and pulled off her bra revealing her large perfect breasts. Then she turned round and showed him my naked body as Joe pulled off his shirt and motioned her over towards him. She climbed on top of him slowly and started to rub her pussy lips against his shaft as she leant forward and kissed him. The the warm sensitive flesh of her breasts pressed into his firm pecks and after a few minutes of grinding Joe's cock was exploring her vagina and ass. April continued to kiss him feeling the head of Joe's cock at the entrance to her pussy and then slowly it pushed inside her resting there for a second soaking in her juices before it slid deeper inside her. Eventually she had him in her up to the hilt. She paused again to let her pussy adjust to the size. April could feel his cock moving inside her and it sent jolts of pleasure through her with each movement. Then she raised her hips up until only a few inches of his cock remained inside her. Then without hesitation, she slammed her body down letting out a gasp of pure pleasure as his thick angel cock spliced open her pussy forcefully. She bucked her hips again and again hammering down onto his cock making Joe grunt and cuss in pleasure at the feeling of her moist tight cunt pleasuring his cock. April could feel the tip of his cock exploring her inside her womb and felt the shaft rub against her G-spot. She groaned in pleasure and stopped hammering up and down. Slower now she just started to bounce causing his penis to repeatedly rub up against her g spot. It didn't take very long before she tensed up and slid back. Joe's cock filled her cunt as she did this and the waves of pleasure exploded throughout her body. Her pussy contracted round his cock causing him to moan and grind himself further into her as she suddenly squirted all over his balls. April collapsed on his chest totally spent but Joe flipped her over onto her back on the bed and started to take long hard thrusts into her. She recovered but then he went faster and faster, she could feel a second orgasm building and then her pussy tightened around his cock again as she got closer and closer. "Fuck April I'm going to cum soon" Joe exclaimed in a guttural voice. "Fill...my...pussy with your cum" April moaned wildly "Oooh fuck!" was all Joe managed to get out between his groans. April felt his dick start to pulsate inside her increasing her pleasure and bringing her over the edge and allowing her second orgasm to rock through her body. As she came she felt a stream of his hot cum flood the inside of her pussy. He groaned in pleasure and as he did the lights in the room dimmed and the building shook like there was an earthquake. His head shot up and with eyes clenched shut a guttural roar burst forth that scared the living hell out of her. Then it stopped and he collapsed on top of her panting, exhausted. They lay still for a while and she felt his cock leave her pussy. Their mixed juices leaking out of her cunt onto the bed cover. Finally April said, "So... one more week then? That's our deal." Joe rolled off her and got up off the bed. All of a sudden Joe was dressed back in his jeans and check shirt. He put on his ball cap. Turning back and looking down at her hot body with cum dripping from her pussy and looking all sweaty and glowing he couldn't help feel that it was worth it. "OK, one more week and then I come back to collect. Don't think you can run away from me, go overseas, or anything like that as I will find you wherever you go!" Joe said. April sat up feeling more cum escape from her cunt. "I understand. Thanks for doing this and although in the beginning I only fucked you for the week... I just want to say that was pretty hot." Joe smiled, "One week, April. See you then." He vanished leaving April alone in the room. ***** Joe Reaper wasn't like this with all his collections, but when he seen a piece of tail he liked he would often play this game. You see April Downing is going to die of a heart attack only it wont happen for another year. However she didn't know that, and who knows what she'd be willing to do for another week of life when he comes to collect in seven days. The sky was the limit with this slut. After all, even Death deserves a good time once in a while. The Reaper I felt the tip of one of his long forgotten costume claws lightly trace the top of my chest directly above my cleavage. I took a breath without realizing it. My nerves centered on that claw slowly tracing its way down my halter top to the middle valley of my tits. He moved the claw slightly and pulled my top out away from my body with it. I burned from the heat of his gaze above me. My nipples became rigid between the night air and the sexual fire raging inside me. He let the top fall away again and traced the outline of my nipple through my shirt. I shuddered without realizing it. "Take it off." Steve said with a voice I'd only heard once or twice before. I could hear the passion that made it deeper. The raw and barely restrained violent emotions that made it beyond description however he channeled it. As I took my shirt off, I thought I heard him whisper "beware the beast". I wondered if he meant desire or something else. The night chill brought a shiver. Steve circled me slowly never taking his eyes off of me. He leaned down behind me and moved my hair to one side of my neck, holding it in his hand. He pulled it slightly so that I was off center as I followed the pull. He kissed me on the neck briefly. I could only feel him. I had no thought past where he touched me. He whispered softly so only I could hear him, "in the night, please set me free, I can't resist your touch of evil." He sang parts of that song to me the first time we'd had sex. My memories of our times together cascaded through my mind. Not any one thought took more time than the others. It came to me that this was his turn finally. It was his night to command as I had had mine long ago. A thrill shot through me as I prepared to meet what I had only suspected before. Steve without chains, without doubt, without compromise, free to lead, free to demand. "Stand up Cheryl." He said while moving away from me again. I stood up but kept my head bowed down looking at the grass. He came to stand in front of me then and lifted my chin up with his hand now free of the claw. As my head came up, he took my face in his palm and kissed me with a fierceness and demand he'd never had before. I met his kiss with the reaction it demanded, complete surrender, abandonment, and pure need. I felt his hand cup my breast, his thumb rubbing my nipple. He broke off the kiss and trailed his mouth down my neck to my collarbone. He nipped me with his teeth before capturing my nipple in his mouth and sucking on it with greed. My breath caught in my throat as I stood there, captive as my nipple ached for more and my pussy became so soaked the smell lingered on the air around us. He laughed low in his throat as he reached for my other breast with his free hand. Steve's mouth crossed from one nipple to the other. The heat of his mouth and the night air following it had me so sensitive. I reached for his head and shoulders to steady myself as my knees were about to give out from under me. When I touched him, he stood up and stepped once to the side. "Take off your hose and your panties, now." He shrugged off his jacket as I followed his instructions. "Leave your shoes off." I stood there in nothing but my skirt and my makeup, what remained of it. Steve's hand moved and without any hesitation he buried two fingers into my thoroughly soaked pussy. He teased them in and out changing rhythm though always a fast pace. I was bent slightly at the waist in order to keep from falling. There was too much sensation all at once. I couldn't keep from having my leg and abdomen muscles spasm in reaction. I felt his other hand lift my skirt up and cup my ass, kneading it with a grip I didn't know he had. After a couple of minutes, Steve abruptly and without warning stopped touching me and backed away. I was left standing there shaking with sensations like a puppet. I heard him tell me to look and lifted my head to stare at him. My agony grew as I watched him unzip his jeans and slide them down to step out of them. He took off his shirt. His cock was so hard and throbbing at a distance I could easily see. When he was sure he had my full attention, he stepped up to just in front of me. I could have reached my hand slightly out and touched him he was so close. He began stroking his cock at a medium pace, slow enough that my eyes could follow each stroke. I could feel the triumph in his stare as he knew what affect watching him masturbate had on me. "Oh, this feels so good. I bet you'd like to feel my hard cock, wouldn't you, Cheryl?" "Yes sir." "I bet you'd like to feel my cock while you play with your clitty, wouldn't you?" "Yes…." I said with more of a groan than an answer. I couldn't finish the phrase. "Take your skirt off and lay down." I removed my skirt and lied down partially on my jacket, partially on the grass. The grass was cool and had dew on it. I shivered as it hit the heat coming off of me. I didn't have long to think about it because Steve knelt down and parted my legs as he began to tongue my clitty with fast licks back and forth over it. The pressure from his mouth was harder than I'd felt before. I made noises without effort as he drove my body to the edge of tolerance for the sensations hitting me. My hands grabbed at air as I tried to manage the assault. He took a breast in one hand for a moment until the nipple was completely standing up within his fingers. He took that hand back down and started fingering my pussy again, slowly this time. I was teased as I wanted so much more. His fingers were not filling enough for the ache he had created. He laughed as my noises became more frequent and my hips rocked up and down against his hand, begging, pleading for more when I had just been struggling to remain there under his mouth. Steve shifted and came to lay almost on top of me as he kissed me hard and furious. I moaned into his mouth when I felt him stroking his cock with his hand against my hip. The feeling of his hard cock against me, the memory of it buried to the hilt inside me, made me crazy. "Please, oh please Steve…." I gasped against his mouth. "Please what Cheryl?" He said stroking his cock closer against my hip. "Gotta have it. Oooo, don't tease me!" "Play with your clitty, now." I wasted no time in moving my hand down to finger my clit. My hand instantly became wet from the juices freely flowing out of my pussy. I lost my breath every time I felt my hand brush his hand and his cock just an inch away from my cunt. I started to whimper and cry from frustration. As sensitive as my clit was and as much in agony as I was to cum, I had to feel him. I couldn't cum while I was empty without him. He rolled over onto his back next to me and started stroking his cock faster. "Watch me and keep playing with that hot little clitty." I rolled slightly towards him and watched him. My breathing was out of control. I couldn't stop shaking and every touch against my clit was pleasure and pain. I could sense the grip he had on his cock and how it felt for him. I could see the stare he threw me, penetrating me and analyzing everything he knew about me, deciding what he wanted to do next. "Suck it like you want to." I instantly moved over him and greedily took his hot throbbing cock in my mouth and my hands. I devoured all 7 inches of it. You could hear the sounds as I sucked and licked up and down his shaft. The saliva from my mouth was so much that I slid easily without friction against him. I swirled my tongue around the head every time I reached the top and teased my tongue up the front of his prick during every up stroke. I could feel his hands buried in my hair. I tried harder to please him at every moan he made, every word he commanded. "Ah, yeah, that's a good girl. Oh damn, that's it. Take it, make my cock yours. Ah your mouth is so fucking hot." I was beyond myself. I could only feel and react. How this was searing me, consuming me. I obeyed when he finally gave me permission to ride his cock and ride it hard. In my greed and my distraction, I eagerly sank down on his cock and yelled at the top of my lungs from the possession I felt in a rush as he filled me and began pumping his hips up and down. His hands grabbed both my tits as I bounced, but instead of pain the sensation just encouraged me on. I yelled every time he buried his prick in my cunt completely. The out stroke was an agony of waiting. After the first 10 minutes or so, he slowed his thrusts and stopped thrusting completely in. Ah, this was so much worse. I needed to have it, I needed to have him. There was no way he couldn't know what this was doing to me. I was crying almost to the point of sobbing. "Gotta have it, gotta stay. Oh, please, please, oooo….Steve…" "What?" "Fuck me, ah, don't stop, fuck meeee." "Like this?" Steve asked in a harsh voice as he ever so slowly buried his cock to the end and gave tiny little thrusts just barely moving. "No, please, oh, you know….." "You want my hard cock ramming in and out of your pussy don't you? You….want….my …. Hard…cock…driving into you….while ….you….frig your…clit to hell….Don't You!" He said with effort between gasps for breath. "Yessssssss!" I screamed at the top of my lungs on a sob. "Do it, get your clit!" I immediately placed one hand down on his moving shoulder for support as my right hand moved down and began pressing on my clit like I never had before. The feel of his cock as it rammed in and out of me at such a frenzied pace against my fingers and clit made me wild. My fingers clawed his shoulder without either one of us realizing it. He was sweating and pumping his hips while wildly encouraging my ride. His groans were like molten lava over my soul. I melted and reformed around him. I started getting close to cumming and mumbled incoherently while I rode his cock with single purpose. I threw myself down with a force I didn't know I was capable of. I just had to have more and more and more. "That's it little Cheryl, that's it, cum for me. Make that clitty cum for me! Ah make that cock yours!" Steve commanded in a strained voice. Hearing his words, his voice, feeling all of my body alive at one time, the ecstatic overwhelming bliss of belonging to his cock and the cool air on our hot bodies crashed me over the edge. I came in hard spasms wrapping myself around his cock and heaving for breath. He started screaming as I milked his cock and began pumping wildly into me at a pace like a jack hammer. I was just beginning to finish the wave of sensation from my cum as he began pumping his cum into me. The feeling of it, jet after jet of it so hot and hard into me was too much and I collapsed on top of him just clinging to him and mumbling "yes, yes, yes" over and over again as his thrusts subsided. I felt his hand drop onto my hair and we both laid there without moving as the cool air finally began to penetrate our awareness. It was the absolute quiet of the field along with the cold breeze that brought us out of ourselves and back to the memory of what had started this encounter. Rolling off of Steve, I stood very slowly on shaky legs that didn't want to work. I looked up finally and saw only the Reaper left standing where he had last been a few feet away. The men were gone. I wondered what that meant for us. "Was my treat acceptable to you, Sir?" I asked with hesitation and physical exhaustion. I could not look at Steve. I stood there in my nakedness without moving. "I believe that once again Priest put it best. 'the sinner will testify, they'll suffer when sacrificed on high' It is my impression that the men were most pleased with the evening's entertainment. They have accepted your sacrifice, both of you. I will accept your tribute this night as an All Hallows ritual. Your souls were touched by this night greater than I could ever touch either of you. It will remain a part of all those that watched or participated. My memory is long. I shall see both of you again one day and recognize the path the fire has taken. Remember this night, you have met the Reaper and lived. You will carry a part of me with you for the rest of your days. I shall tell you why. The fire that burned was not limited to the both of you. Your capacity to let the fire burn wild scorched even I. The pleasure and the agony go hand in hand as much as life and death do. Be careful in the future, lest you call for my attention again. Thus I give you my regards and shall bid you good night." The Reaper bowed his cowl once and was gone. I could not look at Steve as we dressed. The cold air had me shaking even once I put my jacket on. Steve said not a word on the walk back to his car. At the edge of the field I stopped briefly to look back at where we had been. The trees swayed on the breeze. The sky was clear and the moon was lower down. I briefly saw what I thought were shadowed figures just out from the trees. As I tried to focus, I was left with the impression that a handful of men stood there and saluted to me. I rubbed my eyes and looked back to see nothing but trees. I got in the car and we drove back to Steve's place. Once there, I saw that it was closer to being 4 am. We had been in that field about 3 hours all told. It hadn't seemed that long. I knew I couldn't look at Steve. He had still said nothing to me. I began packing my bags as soon as I'd had a shower. As I prepared to go to the door to leave, Steve's soft words stopped me. "Cheryl, I…" I knew so much of what he was feeling that he couldn't say. I had so many things that I was trying to understand myself. I looked at him a minute as he sat there staring at me. I could see the recognition that we had once again shared something only between the two of us. The realization that we both had broken promises. The confusion of too many things to think about. The anger at me because of what I'd gotten us into. The heart he was too soft to hide in his stare. I knew that once again our relationship had reached a cross roads neither one of us could create a single place for. Standing at the door, I picked up my suitcase and simply said, "I'm never going to forget this. Neither are you. I'm sorry about the promise. You'll always know how to reach me if you want to. Happy Halloween Steve." I left and drove home without really being aware of the road. I feel like I'm not alone. I feel as if a part of Steve is within me, a part that he's given and can't take back. I feel like I've left a part of myself in his hands. It isn't something I'd want back. I haven't been able to listen to any of those tapes, not yet. The memory is too strong. Even as I close my eyes for a moment, I feel the Reaper's presence as if he's just beside me. He is beyond my comprehension. He has power I cannot ignore. The Reaper is something I should run from in great haste. And yet, as he has said, the fire within me has touched him too. I will never be apart from him. He is there. I was given a treat this year as well as a trick. I have touched heaven in front of hell and shall pay the penance for it. I do not fear the Reaper. Journal, if you have a soul, beware the beast and stay the hell home around Halloween! -Regards, C.