Charity Chop: Afterword

Lilly sighed and looked at the forlorn carcass laying limp in the embrace of the bascule. The audience had departed for the aftershow party at the swanky hotel a block away, leaving her to mop up the blood and cart Mrs. Miller's corpse away. The show host snapped on a pair of surgical gloves, rolled up her sleeves and got to work.

As she wiped away the bloodstains around the guillotine, her eyes would occasionally glance at Mrs. Miller's shapely body. Lilly felt the warmth of arousal spread inside her crotch. It would be a lie to say Lilly didn't find Mary Miller attractive. The older woman was just her type. Soft curves, a big ass, perky tits, slender waist, with a bit of chub in the belly. A MILF type, to be exact.

Finally, Lilly could wait no more. The girl stopped cleaning and put her bucket and mop to the side. Furtively looking around, she climbed on top of the bascule and grasped Mary's waist, rolling the headless corpse over onto its back. Mary's sizable breasts jiggled tantalizingly, and Lilly immediately grasped both in her hands. She marvelled at how her fingers sank into the pillowy tits. Kneading away at the breasts, she leaned over and breathed in Mary's fragrance. The smell of her perfume (something lavender-y), combined with the musk of sweat and sex, and the funk of death. It was sweet, and Lilly only grew more aroused. Her own nipples hardened and poked against her bra.

Something wet touched her hands, and Lilly saw beads of milk seep out of Mary's formerly pink (now slightly greyish) nipples. The host girl salivated, lowering her head and enclosing her lips around the dead woman's left nipple. She closed her eyes and sucked, savoring the faint trace of body warmth along with the post mortem milk. Her now free right hand reached down and rubbed away at her positively flooded pussy.

Lilly came, love fluids squirting around her fingers. She gasped and sighed, laying her head down on Mary's blood encrusted chest. She rested there for a moment, feeling at peace, her breathing contrasting with the deathly stillness of Mary's body. It was a nice perk of the job, being able to play with the corpses after hours.