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.
“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.
Norah and Nate just had a remarkable night of lovemaking. They lovingly lie in each other’s embrace, still basking in the afterglow. Nate heads to the shower and Norah puts her pajamas back on. Suddenly, a tightness grips Norah’s petite chest. Her heart gives out, she stops breathing, and collapses to the bed.
Luckily, Nate happens to return from the bathroom to find his lover unresponsive and render aid. He does his best to administer CPR. Panic begins to grip Nate as Norah continues to lie still, despite his efforts. Frantically, looking for his phone, he’s finally able to call for help.
Once again, Dr. Bronson was been assigned graveyard shift at the morgue. He doesn’t mind though, cause that’s when the hottest, freshest, sexiest cadavers come in. So what if they’re dead? Their skin is just as soft and smooth, their breasts just as plump and squeezable, as any other young cutie he may pass on the street. He can do anything to them, from feeling them up shamelessly to shoving things inside their various, tight holes, and not a one of them will complain. And since so few people like to be in the morgue late at night, he has all the privacy to enjoy himself that he could ask for.
Loyal troop Private Will Pounder is back on leave and getting a thorough medical exam. It’s clear he needs some rest and relaxation, but unfortunately he’s due back for another tour right away. Nurse Ember is sympathetic to the hunky soldier and does everything in her power to help him unwind.
Under the auspices of making sure PTSD hasn’t shellshocked Will’s privates, Ember gets on her knees and pulls down Will’s fatigues. His schlonger looks healthy enough, and after caressing it with her gloved hand, it proves to be fully functional!
Poor Angel. This lifeless emo girl is now the ultimate gothic dream. Pale and cold, she gives nary a reaction as her tight clothes are stripped from her body, nor as her mouth, tits and cunt are probed and examined. So young and cold, a sleeping beauty whose prince will never come.
Fetish Elements:(SC) Morgue, Gothic Fashion, Boots, Emo Girl, Body Fondling, Body Flopping, Morgue Examination, Fingerprints, Fingernail Scraping, Pubic Hair Combing, Pussy Swabbing, Breast Examination, Foot Views, Body Views, Limp Fetish, Medical Fetish, CSI, Body Inspection, Medical Clinic, Role Play.