We catch MaX as he arrives at a doctor’s appointment. Dr. Norah enters to take check his vitals and he immediately notices her sexy body language. She is definitely friendly, and is sure to lean extra close to MaX or bend over to reveal her ass under her short skirt. After checking MaX’s organs, she puts her hand under his gown to check his most vital organ. She diagnoses MaX with chronically heavy balls. She will need to drain them immediately!
No one has any doubts as to the cause of Norah’s death. The gory bullet hole in the center of her forehead loudly proclaims that it was a cold-blooded murder. Still, there are procedures to be followed, so the morgue tech goes through the routine of stripping her lovely corpse bare and photographing it from multiple angles. She will be finger printed, her nails scraped and hair combed to find any evidence. Will her killer be found? It’s pretty doubtful, but that won’t prevent me ogling her near perfect ass.
Private Will Pounder is back at base after a grueling tour of duty. He’s getting a routine check-up from Dr. Christy Love and asks her to examine a nagging pain he’s been having in his leg. The exotically beautiful medic drops to her knees and runs her hands softly across Private Pounder’s thighs. He feels a distinct stirring in his camo fatigues. It seems Dr. Love can’t get a good read on the problem through the pants, she asks the loyal troop to drop trou and he complies happily.
She’s a pretty enough girl, but nobody knows who she was. Just a Jane Doe found behind a dumpster, the ligature mark on her neck describing a violent end. Her broken body covered with only a cheap pair of panties and a worn, old sweater. Even these will be cut to shreds and stripped from her body, leaving her naked and exposed. No one cares, she’s not even a person now. Her body will be subjected to numerous invasive and dehumanizing procedures, just the final indignities in her short, tragic life. Well, enjoy!
Kate is waiting for her lover Nathan to get home for their date night. She wants to be in the tub with her dildo when he arrives, as a nice surprise. She smiles at the thought of him coming home from a hard day to find her naked, clean, and ready to go. Hanging up, she begins to strip out of her clothes. First, the shirt and bra, exposing her full, round tits. Next, her jeans and panties hit the floor. Completely naked, she checks herself out in the mirror before heading into the bath with her pink dildo.
The passing of a loved one is always a sad event, but since the morgue tech has never met the woman on the stainless steel table, he’s pleased as punch to examine her hot, Asian body. Who knows how she died, but she was dressed super slutty when it happened. Wearing only red, matching bra and panties, garter belt and thigh-high fishnet stockings, it takes the man no time at all to strip her down and study her dark, exotic skin. He pokes and probes her, having fun exploring her most private places, before stuffing her orifices full of cotton and calling it a night.
MaX is at the local clinic for a check-up. He’s normally not much for doctor’s but his insurance company is forcing him to get a regular check-up. Shavelle the nurse enters to take some vitals before the doctor arrives. She is friendly, eventually putting MaX’s concerns at ease with her expert bedside manner. After checking MaX’s vitals, she puts her hand under his gown to make sure his reproductive organs are properly functioning. MaX can’t believe it!
“Hmm.” The morgue tech puzzled over the cadaver he was currently undressing. “There’s definitely something different about this one.” He let his thoughts run while he twisted and stretched her joints, loosening the rigor of death. “Most female of this age we see in the morgue are obvious prostitutes and drug addicts, dressed in trashy, worn clothing. But with these high-heels and thigh-high stockings, this is one classy stiff.” He marveled at her soft, smooth skin and feminine curves, drinking the whole of her in. Taking his time, he enjoys studying her body in minute detail, until he was, at last, done, and a bit stiff in his own way.
Zoe and Will just had a terrible fight. She is ranting on the phone to a friend, who notices that Zoe is breathing heavily and clearly upset. Out of nowhere, a shocking convulsion grips Zoe’s petite chest. Her heart gives out, she stops breathing, and collapses to the floor.
Luckily, Will has cooled down and returns after storming off earlier. He finds Zoey unresponsive and springs into action in an attempt to render aid. He does his best to administer CPR. Panic and dread begin to shake Will to his core as Zoe continues to lie motionless, despite his resuscitative efforts.
“An Asian girl!” Dr. Pounder hated himself for even thinking about it, that it would even matter, but, if he were to be truthful, he was very turned on by exotic asian girls. The thought of having one as the next cadaver for him to strip naked and examine in minute, clinical detail, made his cock twitch under his thin, cotton scrubs. He was grateful that no assistants were with him to notice as his hands slid a little too slowly over her smooth, cold skin or the grab of her ass when he turned her over. At the end of the examination, he gave a long, lustful look at the pretty, naked, Asian girl’s corpse, thinking of depraved acts and stroking his erection. Forcefully driving such taboo fantasies from his mind, he rushed into his office and locked the door. Pulling his throbbing yogurt pistol out, his free hand wielded his mouse to open a file on his computer (labelled “Warranties and Service Agreements”) that contained some very-hard-to-find, quasi-legal, Asian porn and though about soft, cool flesh.