18 Ultra Short Erotic Tales (9 page)

Once
he was done, he slumped on top of her body kissing her neck and breasts. He
hadn't yet pulled out of her pussy, but when he did, he did it slowly. She
sighed once it had vacated her passage of love. It was only while getting
dressed that they realized how lucky they were that nobody had entered the
room. Laughing about it, they decided to meet later that day for lunch to
discuss their plans.

As
Kimberly walked away from the office, she couldn't help thinking about her
gift. If it weren't for it, she would never have known about Dean's desire for
her. With a glow that says "I'm in love' she then went back to work.

The End

Foster Investigations

The
wind whistled down the alley, whipping up a trashcan lid with ease and
depositing it across the street. I stood watching the apartment for any signs
of life, the light in the bedroom flickered then illuminated the surroundings.
Well, I thought, she is either going to bed for the night, or she has a guest.

My
name is Frank Foster. I'm a private investigator. I do the seedy jobs no one
else wants to do but I get top dollar for doing them. Now my job was a simple
surveillance—I had the unenviable task of spying on my client's wife in order
to ascertain whether she was having an affair. I could clearly see her enter
the room from my vantage point; she undressed then turned out the light. I had
seen no evidence of a companion. In fact, this had been the second week I had
followed her and although I had witnessed many conversations with the opposite
sex, I had never witnessed any indiscretion on the part of my client's wife.
Case closed, I thought.

Back
at the office, I concluded the paperwork for my last case and then sat back in
the chair wondering where my next case would take me.

The
phone rang just as I was leaving the office for a bite to eat. I answered it to
find they had hung up. Dialing the inquiry number to find where my last caller
came from I jotted the number down and then rang back.

"Hello."
said a deep voice.

"Hello
sir, I just received a call from your location, I'm ringing from Foster
Investigations."

Silence...he
didn't hang up, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

"Hi,
I'm sorry I bothered you, but you see I suspect my wife of having an affair and
I wanted to know for sure," he said, clearly pained that this could be
true.

"Well
sir, if you want me to find out for you, it will only take a couple of weeks, I
charge ten dollars an hour plus expenses. Of course, if you have a particular
day in mind, on which, I can start my investigation my bill shouldn't be much. If
however I find your suspicions unfounded, then it would go the full two weeks while
I followed her wherever she goes," I quickly said, not wanting to lose a
client.

"Ok,
let's do this. What do you need?"

"I
will need to know your current address, a recent photograph of your wife, and a
day in which to start."

He
produced the photo the next day, gave me his address, and then told me to
follow her from Thursday morning at ten a.m.

Sometimes
that was how easy an investigation started, so I was on the case.

Waiting
in my car that morning until ten o clock I looked at the photo. She was
beautiful, a real stunner, class and every other cliché. It wouldn't surprise
me in the least if she was having an affair, I'd seen her husband and although
he seemed a nice enough person, he wasn't a good-looking man. This babe was in
need of glasses.

I
spotted her leaving the house to get into her car, and turning the engine over,
I put it in gear and followed.

She
didn't seem to be in any hurry, so I pulled back a bit. She stopped first at
the hair salon, which is something I hated, because they always took a long
time in those places. Her next visit was a hotel, which I thought looked
promising. I followed her in to watch what her next move would be and sure
enough, she booked a room. That was evidence enough in my book, because nobody
stayed at a hotel in their own town, unless they were a) hookers b) masseurs or
c) having an affair. However, proving it was the hard part, so slipping the
desk clerk fifty dollars, I managed to find out what room she was occupying. My
next move had to be finding a way into the room, without being spotted. I went
over to the lobby phones and dialed service, ordering a bottle of champagne and
telling them to send it to Room 144 and instructing them to tell her it was
from Room 143.

Getting
into place I waited for the champagne, I didn't have long to wait. She answered
the door in a nightgown, quickly asking who had sent it and being informed that
Room 143 was the benefactor. She accepted the bottle then walked over to Room
143. It was now or never, while she had her back to me. I slipped from around
the huge plant pot I had been concealed behind and darted into the room. I
didn't have long so I hoped that the closet was one of those walk-in affairs;
as luck would have it, it was. Quickly getting in, I settled myself down and
waited.

With
the camcorder set up and ready to go, I waited for the action to start. She
came into the room five minutes later, placing the champagne onto the dresser.
She then let her nightdress slip to the floor, revealing two gorgeous tits,
round and full with large nipples. I couldn't help being turned on, as I moved
slightly to adjust the cock she had brought to life. Ten minutes went by while
she made her face up in the dresser mirror and then came a knock on the door;
quickly getting her nightgown on she left the bedroom to answer it. I started
the camcorder, so that they didn't catch the sound it made while putting the
tape in place. To my surprise, she entered the room with two men, who both took
off their jackets.

"Where
do you want it, love?" one of them said.

"On
the bed will be fine," she replied.

For
a second there, I thought they were delivering something, but she dropped her
gown, slipped a towel around herself, and then lay flat on her stomach. The two
men positioned themselves on either side of the bed and started to massage her
back and legs. Damn, I thought, it was just masseurs, but no, I was wrong, as
these men were going further than your average masseuse would. The taller one
of the two placed his hand between her legs, rubbing up and down in a sensual
way making her moan with delight, while the other one had come to the foot of
the bed and dropped his trousers revealing a good nine inch cock. She didn't
need to be told what to do; she just started to suck him off. My boner was
getting on my nerves by now, so I released it from the confines of my pants and
started to rub slowly. Meanwhile, she had got up on all fours and had thrown
the towel to the floor, a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy, making her
gasp with pleasure. They took their time servicing the woman. At no time did I
get the feeling that they knew each other.

The
one getting a blowjob stopped her and suggested another position, to which she
agreed, getting off the bed and allowing him to lay on his back as she mounted
him, letting his cock in slowly before allowing the other one to enter her anal
passage.

"Oh
my God...give it to me...ah yes...deeper!" she screamed.

They
were going at it with everything they had, the one behind slamming his cock in,
in a nearly voracious way. While the one underneath had to wait each time for
the one on top to withdraw before he could get in, they soon had some kind of
rhythm going, which was sending her wild.

"Oh
you gorgeous hunks of flesh," she cried, "take me to the limit!"

I
could feel my cock about to erupt and tried desperately not to utter a single
syllable, as I shot my load onto the closet door. All I could think about was
how I'd have to have a copy of this film for my own collection.

They
were still pounding away when I looked back, neither one of them seemed to be
close to finishing; in fact, they had renewed with more vigor. She was
obviously enjoying this immensely, as her cries were getting louder and louder.

"I'm
coming again...oh God...please don't stop...yes...yes...yes that's it fuck my ass, oh
yes."

I
started to wish she could use another line and then the one below started to
cum, followed shortly by the one on top, deliberately allowing it to spray all
over her body. Then they changed positions again; the one on the bottom got off
the bed, while the other one got on. Laying on his back he offered her his
still rock hard cock, which she more than willingly took into her mouth, the
other one positioned himself behind her and pushed his cock into her pussy,
once again going at it like stallions in heat. She tried desperately to take
the cock as deeply into her mouth as possible, but only managed two thirds of
it. The one fucking her was well away; he had at least nine inches stabbing
into her love canal. She started to cry out with pleasure, licking and sucking
the cock with renewed vigor; up and down, she went paying close attention to
the end of his shaft, running her tongue around it whenever she went back down.
He was clearly enjoying this attention, for he kept muttering, 'that's it bitch,
just there'. Having fucked her for a good half an hour, I was beginning to
wonder how long this was going to take, when the one shagging her pussy started
to cum again; he sprayed her back this time squeezing every drop out. She
started to gag as the other one came, but got it back under control and lapped
it up, as if it were her last meal.

They
were now finished and started to get dressed; I still hadn't heard any names given
when I witnessed her paying them for their services. So that was it,
technically speaking she was having an affair. I suspected it wasn't because
she didn't love her husband. He just couldn't satisfy her. I now had a dilemma,
did I let my client have a copy of this film or did I approach her with the
evidence and take it from there. I had no wish to break up an otherwise happy
couple, just because he was no good in the sack. I made my decision; and after
waiting for the two men to leave the apartment, I got out of the closet and
waited for her to re-enter the bedroom.

"Who
the hell are you?" she said, going for the door.

Before
she could reach it, I shouted out that her husband had sent me, stopping her in
her tracks.

"My
husband, but I'm not married," she replied.

"Nice
try lady, but I followed you here from your home, on your husband's request. At
the moment he just suspects that you are having an affair and wanted the
proof," I said.

"Then
why are you telling me this?" she said, sitting hard on the bed and bowing
her head.

"Because
I suspect you are not getting satisfied at home and that is the only reason
you're here."

"You're
right, I would never want to hurt my husband, but he just doesn't excite me
enough in bed and when I came across this personal ad in the paper for erotic
masseurs, I thought 'why not.' I still love my husband; it won't hurt to get
what I want without his knowledge. So what do you intend to do?" she said,
looking up at me.

Sighing
deeply I took a seat next to the bed.

"My
obligation is to my client, but I have no desire to break you two up over this,
I have feelings too."

"Well
look, if I promise never to do this again, will you look the other way?"

Looking
at her face, I could see the sincerity coming from her mouth, so I explained
that in order for me to tell her husband she was faithful. I had to go the full
two weeks of tailing her, which would cost her husband quite a bit of money.

"That's
ok, he's a self-made man and won't miss it in the slightest," she said
eagerly.

"Ok,
but do me a favor?"

"Anything,
what can I do?"

"Try
other ways to get pleasure and also, try talking to him about it, pretty often
these sort of problems can be sorted out between you, I'm sure he does love you
or he wouldn't have paid for my services."

She
gave me a kiss on the cheek, saying thank you. I could see a tear appearing in
the corner of her eyes and I was happy with my decision as I left the hotel.

The End

The
Succubus

Detective
Jake Johnson had seen some things in his time, but nothing could prepare him
for the sight that he was confronted with. He'd been called out on a homicide
investigation to a local poolroom. When he arrived, he found three fellow
officers throwing up outside. With a little trepidation, he walked into the
poolroom and found the bodies of fourteen men strewn about the room. Most of
them had parts of their anatomy removed. He stood stunned at the carnage,
wondering what could have happened here. Then he was tapped on the shoulder,
making him jump.

"Sorry
sir, but we have a survivor," said an officer.

"What,
someone actually survived this?" Jake said, pointing around the room.

"Yes
sir, he's over there," the officer said, pointing to the man being seen to
by the paramedics.

Detective
Johnson walked over and asked if the man could talk.

"He's
in shock at the moment Detective, he's lost a lot of blood, I suggest you let
us get him stable before interrogating him," replied one of the
paramedics.

"Ok.
Smith!" he shouted, "Go with him and inform me as soon as he can
talk."

Later
that day the forensic preliminary report showed up on Detective Johnson's desk.
Reading it, he couldn't believe the statements being made. He picked up the
phone and dialed the pathology lab.

"Hello,
Simon here."

"Simon,
Jake here, did you write this report about the pool hall murders?"

"Yes,
it's only a preliminary report you understand, but it is quite accurate."

"Then
you're telling me that the limbs missing from the corpses were torn off with
brute force?" asked Jake.