The Reaper

Fred Pilsen is a harmless local drunk always sitting quietly with a beer in hand at his favorite bar known as ‘The Ankou’. He likes to watch the comings and goings of patrons as they drank, chatted and played chance in the human mating rituals. Today he noticed a white man dressed in blue jeans and a long-sleeved red/blue check shirt sitting at a booth on the far wall. Fred noticed him because he just seemed to appear from nowhere, and he could’ve sworn he didn’t see the stranger enter the bar, or order the beer he’s now drinking. It’s a mystery for sure, he thought scratching his balls.

Maybe I’m so drunk I forgot seeing him do those things, he thought. So he shrugged and brought another beer. However, he found himself continuing to stare at the stranger. The stranger appeared the same as the rest of the bar’s redneck patrons with his baseball cap pulled low over his eyes and his sleeves rolled halfway up his muscular forearms. Texas Rangers, Fred thought, what a shit team.

His boots are scuffed and worn, giving the appearance of having done a hard day’s work. The stranger sat alone, quietly nursing his beer not trying to be noticed, which made old Fred even more suspicious. Something ate at the old drunk, something about the stranger alarmed him though he seemed as regular as anyone at The Ankou. Yet as regular as he seemed, the more uneasy Fred feels about him.

One thing old Fred had observed is the stranger often glancing at April Downing who’s sitting across from him talking excitedly to her friend Connie Lange. Both women are in their forties, but Connie looked older with a wrinkly chubby face, graying hair, and low cut blouse pushing her fat breasts out luridly. Connie looked cheap, the last call when all other avenues for a fuck had turned sour.

April looked younger than Connie with a tight, curvy body, nice straight auburn hair hanging below her shoulders, and two big breasts that made it hard for most men to look her in the eyes when talking to her. April also wore nice clothes showing off her curvy figure, even in a redneck dump such as The Ankou she dressed nicely. The difference between the women being April had class, while Connie is a skank.

Fred notices the stranger keeps glancing at April who’s oblivious of his interest. Finally, Connie took a break from April’s marathon of lurid gossip and excused herself to go to the ladies room. While Connie is in the toilet, another man Fred knew named Bud Carson approached April and whispered a few words in her ear. Fred couldn’t hear the conversation still he knew April wouldn’t be interested in anything he’s offering. April shook her head no with a deep scowl on her face, 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 is a stunner for sure, however, Fred knew from experience Bud is going to have more luck with fat ol’ Connie than he would with April. Fred glanced at the booth the stranger is sitting in to find it empty. Not even an empty glass. Fuck me, where did that stranger go, Fred wondered, lifting his cap and scratching his greasy gray hair?

“Hey, Bo,” Fred said to the barman. “Did ya see that stranger sitting in that booth under the Memphis Grizzlies photo?”

Bo, a muscular man in his early thirties, said, “No one’s sat there all day, you old coot.”

“But I saw him,” Fred said, raising his eyebrows.

Bud Carson laughed.

“Fred, you’re so hammered most times, no one would believe what you saw,” Bud said sarcastically.

“Damn straight,” Bo said, high fiving Bud.

Fred mumbled to himself and took a swig of his beer, ignoring the two men. Still, he wondered what happened to the vanishing stranger.

Connie Lange is startled when she comes out of a toilet cubicle to find a man wearing worn denim jeans, a red/blue plaid shirt, and a baseball cap with the emblem of the Texas Rangers on the front. She found him cute though, a muscular body straining against the shirt, black hair, a hard chin with a sexy growth of hair, and a bulge in his jeans indicating he’s well hung. On the right side of his chest, above his nipple, he has a tattoo of a skull and scythe. Connie smiled at the stranger, and sighed. They always come to me in the end, she thought and sighed.

“I think you’re lost, Tex, its ladies only in this bathroom,” she said with an amused smile.

“Funny, I don’t see no ladies in here, just you,” the man said in a rich southern accent.

Connie shivered, something about this man made her pussy tingle.

He keeps his head low so his eyes stared at her from under the cap’s peak, they shone an ungodly light that made Connie’s clit harden.

“So what do you want from momma Connie, eh?” She said, leaning against the door with her hip thrust out.

“I’ve come for you,” the man said.

Connie laughed, knowing it’s true. She’s never been the first choice for any man, but they always find her in the end.

“So what’s your name, stranger?”

“Joe,” he said, and it almost felt as if the room shook at the sound of his name.

“So you’re lookin’ for some fun, eh?”

“Let’s call it one for the road,” Joe said.

“Truck driver, eh? I like truck drivers, they’re so nasty,” she said, slinking toward him making her breasts wobble.

Connie undid the buttons of his shirt to reveal a body with rock hard Abs and muscle definition. She ran her hand over his hairless chest and down his stomach, panting at the sight and aroma of his masculinity.

“God, you’re the sexiest man I’ve seen outside a magazine or a billboard,” Connie said, and took a nipple into her mouth to taste him.

“Saving the best for last,” Joe said, enjoying her worship of his body.

She placed her hand on his bulge as she sucked his nipples making them hard. Feeling the outline of his big cock made her squeal, and her pussy gushes into her panties. Undoing his jeans she pulled them down to find he had no underpants on. His cock bounced out, already semi hard, and eyes bulged at how big it is.

“All my Christmases have come at once,” she said, and sucked in a quick breath. “You’re so much more man than any I have been with around here.”

“Hurry, I have to leave soon,” Joe said.

Connie nodded, and fell to her knees taking his knob into mouth, tasting the salty excellence of his cock. With practiced skill, she began vacillating until his big thick cock became swallowed and her nose touched his pubis. His musky aroma made her shiver, and his throbbing cock made her pussy so wet.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve waited so long for this,” Joe moaned throwing his back as he feels her warm mouth and throat work his manhood. “You’re a virtuoso when it comes to blowjobs. You suck cock better than Nefertiti herself, and she was legendary.”

Connie didn’t really know what he was talking about, but she knew about cocks and how to please them. So she continued the dance of lips, mouth and tongue gliding over his savory, hard-on, lapping his salty precum as a babe at a breast. I can’t believe how great he tastes, she thought with awe, it’s almost spicy. He tastes as a man should. Joe rested his strong hands on her head, holding her and caressing her face. Watching as her mouth swallowed and released his big nine-inch cock, seeing light reflect off the wetness of her saliva. He leaned over and grabbed her blouse, pulling it over her head briefly disrupting her blowjob.

Big floppy breasts fell free and her creamy soft skin shone, making him even harder. Her fat body not a turn off for him, he loved how she jiggled all over every time she thrust her head down his cock. He grabbed her nipples and pinched and rolled them between his fingers, feeling her shiver with lust.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Connie. I’m glad it’s me who gets to share this moment with you,” Joe moaned.

He picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and their mouths met with tongues prancing and probing each other’s mouth with lustful intensity. Feeling her soft breasts against his hard chest made him shiver with excitement.

“Fuck me, please, fuck me,” Connie moaned.

He pushed her back into the cubicle she had just been in, undoing her slacks while their mouths stayed connected, kissing passionately. Joe leans her back against the wall, the toilet between her legs and without even looking rams his cock deep inside her pussy. Connie moans loudly, feeling his throbbing member stretch her and bangs against her cervix. He grabbed her legs and pulled her up so she straddles his body. Omigod, this man is so strong, she thinks.

He thrusts his big dick into her pussy, holding her close to him to feel her skin against his. Her life ebbing, flowing as her orgasm did. He could feel how her clit had gone hard and is rubbing against his hairy pubis, and he could feel her pussy spasm on his cock. Holding her in this position seemed more like cuddling a soft cloud than a BBW. She engulfed him and he filled her. The perfect union of man and woman.

Her moans grew louder as he bounced her body on his steely cock. He could feel her orgasm grow, her muscles tightening with arousal, and her blood flowing through her. Joe reveled in her life, and she let out a huge squeal he could feel his balls start to tighten. Connie’s orgasm hit like a bus, her body shook and wobbled, she bucked as a wild horse on Joe’s cock.

Joe moaned loudly. The lights in the toilet suddenly dimmed and the building shook. His head shot skywards and with eyes clenched shut, he let loose a guttural roar as his hot cum filled Connie’s womanhood.

Connie remained in his arms, and impaled on his huge cock with her head on his shoulder. He lowers her gently to the toilet, and kisses her softly on the mouth.

“That was amazing,” she moaned.

“Yes, you’re amazing and it’s my pleasure to be here at the end.”

“What?”

“It’s time to go now, give me your hand,” Joe said holding out his.

“Where are we going?” Connie asked, her head wobbly and her eyes rapidly blinking.

“Home,” Joe said.

April waited for Connie to return from the bathroom thinking, Come on, Connie, I really need to go home. At the bar, the men around her stared deciding whether they should try to hit on her. Connie seemed gone a long time, and she glanced at her watch several times. She stood and went to the bar and handed Bo her credit card.

“Here,” she said to the barman as he took her credit card. “Pay for what Connie and I have drunk today.”

Bo nodded and ran her card through a machine.

Bud Carson sat with his head lowered, twitching nervously in his seat until he stood and left of the bar leaving an empty bottle.

Bo handed April back her card, saying, “Thanks, April, see ya again next time.”

April glanced at her watch again and sighed.

“Hey, Bo, when Connie resurfaces can you tell her I had to go?”

“Sure, no worries.”

“Thanks. Bye,” April said with a smile and left.

Fred watched her leave thinking, I wouldn’t mind fucking that piece of ass, if I could get it up.

Suddenly, a cute twenty-something blonde with large breasts and a short skirt came up to the bar to order drinks for a table of newly arrived college coeds. Damn, they didn’t make them that hot when I was her age, he thought lustfully. As he stared wide-eyed at young woman wishing he could get a boner worth jerking-off with, he forgot all about the vanishing stranger in a red/blue check shirt and denim jeans.

*****

April stood by her car ready to get inside when suddenly someone appeared next to her making her yelp and jump. Her hands going to her chest as she gasped, loudly. Seeing who’s responsible for frightening her made her screw her face and punch his arm hard.

“Jesus, Bud, you’d scare the living daylights out of a ghost the way you creep up on people,” she said angrily.

Bud smiled and shrugged

“Aww, come on, April, you know I’m just wanting some special attention from my favorite lady in all the world.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes.

“I told you in the bar I’m not interested, Bud. When are you gonna get the hint?”

Bud frowned, one corner of his mouth down turning. He grabs her arm tightly and pulls her close to him.

“You were plenty interested last Saturday night. I made you cum real good, too.”

She laughed in his face despite the aggressive way he held her.

“Just because we fucked once doesn’t mean you’re my boyfriend.”

“Well, I’m hornier than a badger on heat, so if ya don’t give it, I’m gonna take it.” Bud said harshly.

“Go see Connie, she’ll probably let you fuck her,” April said.

“I tried that, but she was fucking some guy in the bathroom. That leaves only you.”

Fucking a guy in the bathroom, April thought. Connie, a slut to the end. April noticed his pants are now tenting as his boner grew. Bud unzipped his fly and a thick seven-inch cock sprung out as hard as concrete.

“Bud! You’re gonna get us arrested,” April said, staring at his cock, which now had a bubble of precum on the tip.

“Well, you made it like this, so you’d better do something about it before the cops drag us away for indecent exposure.”

April sighed and gestured him to follow. They walked down an alley behind some large dumpsters, him with his cock out the entire time. She pulled down her pants and bent forward presenting her shaved pussy to Bud who stood behind her.

“Is this what you want?” She asked.

“Oh, god, yes,” he said, stroking his cock.

“Fifty dollars, then,” she said.

“What?”

“If you wanna treat me like a ‘ho’ then you’ll pay me like a ‘ho’,” she said.

She held out her hand and Bob with some reluctance to put a fifty in her hand.

“Good. Now finish so I can go home,” she said coldly.

He spat on his hand and rubbed it on his cock, saying, “Mmm, you have the finest ass in these parts.”

Bud pushed his cock head into her pussy and felt her warm wetness envelope his cock as he pushed and filled her. He grabbed her hips and started pumping her slowly, feeling the luxuriousness of her womanhood. April moaned as she held the dumpster Bud moaned loudly.

“Oh, I love how you act all snooty in front of everybody, yet you’re really a dumpster slut.”

He laughed.

“Just fuck me, I haven’t got all night,” April said.

Bud puts two fingers in her mouth and made her suck them to get them wet. Then he leaned back and slid them inside her ass as his thick cock thrust into her wet cunt. She moaned as a two-dollar whore as he fingered her ass. After a while he pulled them out and leaned forward, shoving them in her mouth.

“Taste your ass, bitch,” he said harshly and she did eagerly.

He slapped her ass a few times and returned his fingers inside her ass, fingering her in rhythm with his fucking. Meanwhile, he starts to quicken the pace of his fucking as his lust grows inside him. She’s been a bitch to me since Saturday night, he thought. Now I’m gonna take it out on your cunt. April moaned loudly as he thrust inside her roughly with cock and fingers.

He rode her hard now, slamming his cock into her with abandon. April’s face is red and sweaty and she hangs onto the dumpster as if her life depends on it. Her hair is now messy, and her eyes are clenched shut.

“Oo fuck,” she moans.

Her pussy is making squelches and farts as he fucks the hell out of it, until finally he feels her cunt squeeze on his shaft.

“Here I cum, dumpster slut,” he said.

Then April let a high-pitched squeal as an orgasm exploded from her cunt and shook her body as a leaf in the wind. Bud couldn’t hold it any longer and felt his cock spasm as he unloaded five large spurts of cum deep inside her. He closed his eyes as he held her tightly, pushing his cock as deep as it could go.

“Oh! Ah! Yeah,” he said and grunted.

After a few minutes of just being there to milk every last drop of pleasure from the moment, Bud pulled his cock out with a plop and cum dribbled down April’s thigh. She reached down and grabbed her panties and pants and pulled them up. Turning to Bud she kissed him on the cheek.

“OK, Bud, now I gotta get home. Tomorrow’s a big day for me,” she said smiling.

“So I suppose you’re gonna be mean to me again. Treat me like I’m nothin’?” Bud said and sneered.

“Look what it did to you. You fucked me like a wild man. So, yes, I’m going to detest you, and if try to force your way on me again, you can pay me,” she said, then looked in a compact and straightened her makeup.

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 watches her walk away, when out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a man watching him. He turned sharply to find no one there, making him feel uneasy as he felt sure he’d seen a guy in jeans wearing a baseball 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 and he could his stomach churn. The words of his momma rang in his ears from when he is a kid, It’s as if someone has walked over your grave.

*****

This is an excerpt from The Reaper – Buy the eBook and read the whole exciting, sexy story. Words: 8,130

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