Jim, the mortician, was a disgusting man. His lab coat was stained with God knows what, and his hands were always cold and clammy. But none of that mattered to him, because he had a secret obsession: fucking the beautiful corpses that came through his morgue.
Why you ask? Simply because Jim is a nobody, a dead beat a dead body fucker.
Tonight’s corpse was particularly stunning. Her name was Sister Emily, a Nun. She had long white hair and full, pouty lips. She was still wearing her Nun uniform but he could see a tattoo of St Peter the pope on her thigh , and Jim couldn’t help but stare at her perfect, pale body. He approached her with a dirty grin on his face, already feeling his cock start to stiffen in his pants.
As he climbed onto the table and positioned himself between Sister Emily’s legs, he noticed something unusual. There was a single shot wound to her left side, and Jim couldn’t resist the urge to stick his finger deep inside the wound.
The sensation of her cold, dead flesh against his fingertip was perversely exciting, and Jim’s cock twitched with anticipation.
Without hesitation, Jim shoved his entire cock inside Sister Emily’s wound, feeling it expand to accommodate his girth. He groaned with pleasure as he sank deeper and deeper into her, marveling at how cold and stiff she felt around him. Sister Emily’s legs stayed spread and in place, as if welcoming him inside her.
Jim’s heart raced as he fucked Sister Emily’s dead body, He knew if she was alive and he tried to hit on her she would say no he know he is a nobody, a deadbeat, dead body fucker imagining what she must have been like when she was alive.
In his deadbeat, dead body fucker, mind he could almost hear her moaning in pleasure, her legs wrapping around him as he thrust deeper and deeper inside her. But as good as the feeling was, Jim couldn’t shake the feeling of fear and guilt that was creeping up on him.