A Night In The Morgue – An Erotic Sex Story
It’s dark. No sunlight, no stars, and only the sound of the generator humming in the background. I’m alone, standing in the middle of the morgue with my hands in my pockets. I’m here for one reason – to have a night of forbidden pleasure.
After a night of drinking, I decided to be daring and find an interesting place for a wild evening. I’d heard tales of people having sex in morgues, and thought it would be an exciting opportunity.
The door creaked as I opened it, and I stepped inside. The smell of formaldehyde filled my nostrils and I shuddered. I looked around the large, sterile room and saw several cold slabs containing the bodies of the recently deceased. I was a little unnerved by this, but the thought of getting down and dirty with someone was too much to resist.
I took a few deep breaths and strode confidently up to the nearest slab. I pulled the sheet back to reveal a young woman with her eyes closed, her body icy and stiff. She was beautiful even in death. I ran my fingers lightly over her skin, feeling its smoothness and lifelessness. There was something strangely erotic about it.
I took a step back and noticed a hooker in the corner, her face half-hidden in the shadows. She was wearing a skimpy black dress and high-heeled shoes. She had obviously been expecting me and was ready to get down to business. I had to admit, she was sexy.
She came closer and I could feel the heat emanating from her body. She put her arm around me and whispered into my ear, “Do you want to have some fun?” I felt a thrill of excitement and nodded in agreement.
We started kissing, her lips full and her tongue exploring my mouth. I felt a surge of desire and couldn’t help but respond in kind. I was soon lost in the moment, my hands roaming her body as my arousal grew. She giggled and whispered something about being careful not to disturb the bodies.
We moved away from the slabs and onto the cold, hard floor. She straddled me, her body fleshy and soft against mine. She started kissing my neck and I could feel her hot breath on my skin. I felt her hands unbuttoning my shirt and then she ran her fingers over my chest, teasing my nipples and eliciting a moan of pleasure.
My hands roamed the length of her body, exploring every curve and crevice. She hummed her approval as I touched her and I felt her getting more aroused. She stood up and started taking off her clothes, revealing her toned body and voluptuous curves. I lay back and she kneeled between my legs, her mouth eagerly exploring my cock.
I gasped in pleasure as her hot tongue took turns licking and sucking me. I was getting harder and harder as she worked her magic. I wanted more and she seemed to know it. She reached down between my legs and took hold of my balls, gently stimulating them as she continued to work her mouth. I felt myself reaching the point of no return and called out her name as I came.
We lay there for a few moments, catching our breath. Then she stood up and grabbed her clothes. She managed to slip them back on before the sound of voices echoed through the air. We quickly moved away from the spot, knowing that it was time to go.
We stepped out into the night and I followed her to her car. She turned to me and said, “That was some night!” I smiled and agreed, then thanked her for the experience before I went home.
A few days later, I heard the news – the morgue had been robbed the same night I’d been there. It seemed the thief had been searching for something valuable, but had missed the true treasure of the night – the amazing sex that I’d had with the hooker. It was a memory that I’ll never forget.
