James reached along the edge of the lower lid, feeling for the clasps that held it down, his fingers carefully searching until at last they found it. With a quick tug, the clasps came out of place and he lifted the white lid so he could get a better look at her lower half. The woman’s family had chosen some soft, silky black dress pants that tapered off at her mocha-toned ankles, leaving her soft, lightly-wrinkled bare feet pressed against the pink inner-lining of her burial vessel. A plastic, bar-coded anklet was affixed to her right ankle, presumably put there by the hospital morgue, while a blue toe-tag was tied around her left big toe, the tag itself resting on the top of her foot. James walked to the foot of her casket and reached in, his hands going under her ankles and carefully lifting her feet up so that they rested on the edge of the wooden box. He noticed that the toes of both of the woman’s feet were curled, her big toes kept straight and pointing up towards the ceiling. Getting a closer look at the toe tag the funeral home had given her, he saw that she was 49-years-old and had died of a cocaine overdose five days ago. He stared at her wrinkled, caramel soles thinking of the lucky pathologist that had gotten to share the intimate experience of her autopsy with her, examining the contents of her last meal, weighing each and every one of her organs, removing her brain, all while examining her head to toe. He thought about the woman at the time of her overdose, wondering if as she experienced those final moments she had wet her panties or if her sphincter had released warm turds into her intimates. He knelt down at the base of the casket, leaning forward until his nose was pressed into the base of the toes of her left, toe-tagged foot. Her foot smelled of antiseptic with a light aromatic mixture of feet, pheromones, and death. He let his lips press into the ball of her foot, his tongue lightly laving at the soft wrinkles of her delicate soles. He began to lick upwards, over the ball of the foot and along the length of her big toe, his lips finally drawing the cherry red-nailed digit within his mouth so that he could savor the flavor. His cock throbbing stiffly within his pants, he stood up and unbuckled his jeans, allowing them to fall down around his japanese ankles. The young man pulled his long, pulsating member out, letting it hang out between the corpse’s caramel bare feet. He cups one of her feet in each hand and bends them inwards until her soles are pressed firmly against his stiffened shaft, her curled toes forced down along the top of his penis. Her soles tight around his member, he begins to thrust himself in and out, in and out, the cool, gently-wrinkled flesh of her feet stimulating him and greatly exciting him. Her curled toes bend slightly as he thrusts more vigorously, and as her feet move rhythmically to accommodate his arousal, her toe-tag flaps audibly against the top of her left foot. Suddenly, James stopped. He looked down at the full-figured corpse in repose in the coffin, her eyes closed in blissful ignorance of what he had been doing with her. Her hands remained silently folded over her breasts. He wondered if she would have enjoyed this had she still been alive. James put his excitement back in his pants and, not bothering to zip, he left the hispanic woman in her undignified position and walked out into the main hallway, heading down towards the embalming and preparation room. Immediately upon entering the preparation room, James’s nostrils were struck with the aroma of death, however, upon flicking on the light, he didn’t see any bodies left laying out. Must be one of the tit fuck stiffs in the freezer, he thought to himself, walking across the room and undoing the latch on the stainless steel door. The walk-in was cold and dimly-lit, the lights being obscured a bit by the haze of the coolant being pumped consistently into the room through ducts in the ceiling and down near the floor. Several bodies were being stored here because, despite being in a small town, the funeral home got more business than one might think. Often, bodies that were unclaimed or needed to be stored for longer periods of time would end up here since the director had agreed to take some of the burden of long-term storage away from the fetish city and county morgues. Parked along the wall directly to his left was the stiff corpse of an emaciated elderly woman, her pale feet contorted and hanging out into the cold room. Behind her was a black body bag lying on a stretcher, nothing identifiable exposed to the room except for hospital and receiving tags tied around one of the bag’s handles. That body was obviously being stored here for a while. James’s eyes drifted directly ahead, where the body of a well-endowed African American man lay under a clear plastic tarp on a stretcher, flanked on both sides big by corpses he could only assume to be feminine. On the left a pair of pale, toe-tagged feet stuck out from under a clear cover, the tits feet belonging to what appeared to be a young woman wearing pajamas. Her long, dark hair was cascading off of the stretcher and hanging down a bit towards the tiled floor. On the dead guy’s right another woman lay, her body covered with a black plastic tarp of sorts. The night attendant walked over to that second gurney and looked closely at what he could see of the body laying beneath the plastic cover. The corpse was obviously female, simply based on what he could see of her curves, and her feet had well-defined arches and a softer look. Peeking around at the tips of her toes, he saw that she had blue nail polish on. 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