What Goes Around Cums Around

I got my first and last job out of college at a funeral home in Mexico City, Mexico. The last guy who worked there had been fired after being caught fucking several corpses. Due to the demographics of the area we mostly dealt with the poor, although within 5 months into my employment I experienced a lifealtering event.

A pretty young woman, about twenty five or so, had been found dead in her apartment. The authorities had found no sign of foul play, and nothing was medically wrong with her. She had no family left, and her friends were just barely able to get enough money to afford to bury her.

I quickly rushed the plastic blue body bag holding her corpse into the back
room and opened it up.

Inside I found the most attractive woman I had ever seen laying in a t-shirt and some worn jeans. Long brown hair covered her face, and I brushed it aside to reveal a pale, pretty face. I reached over and touched her cheek, which felt cold and wax like, but was incredibly smooth and soft. I cut her shirt and clothes off, then stopped for a moment to gaze at her as she lay the preparation table, wearing only her bra and panties. Her face was calm and I was almost certain I could see I hint of a smile of her lips. Her small, delicate hands rested peacefully on her stomach, just below her well shaped breasts, and she had very long, slender legs. It was such a peaceful scene that she almost appeared to be sleeping, except for her lack of breathing.

I kissed her hard on her cold, unyielding lips, smearing her red lipstick all over my face. Kissing her dead lips was like nothing I had experienced before. I touched her large breasts and then slipped her out of her undergarments, revealing a patch of dark pubic hair.

It was then I decided to fuck her. I rolled her body over onto it's stomach and tied her hands and ankles together to prevent them from moving, then crawled ontop of her and started fucking her, her corpse rocking back and forth with every thrust. My heart rate increased with each thrust into her, until I finally shot my load of sperm into her. I took a few pictures of her with a digital camera before finally cleaning up the corpse and the room.

After her body was embalmed I laid her body out for dressing on the cold steel preparation table. I slipped her arms into the sleeves of a beautiful red dress her friends had picked out for her and then pulled it down over her head. Then, I quickly slipped her small feet into some matching slippers. Finally, I placed her body into the casket and finished the scene by placing a single red rose in-between her clutched hands.

The next day her body was laid out in the funeral parlor in a silk lined metal casket for a rather quick visitation from her friends. After it was over it was time to bury her. I loaded her casket up into the hearse and drove it down to the graveyard, where her casket was placed in a freshly dug grave.

It was one of the best cases I ever did by far, but karma has a way of getting back at you. Now while you don't have to worry about getting a corpse pregnant, you still have to worry about disease. The woman I fucked had AIDS and was dead less than 24 hours. Needless to say, I got AIDS and within 5 years I was dead and on the preparation table of the embalmer whose crimes had gotten me my first job in the first place.

Oh well, I guess you can't have it all.

THE END

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