You can call me Mark, or you can call me a geek if you like. Geeks do not get girlfriends and are unpopular. Imagine being twenty five years and you have never got your rocks off on a chick. Then one day it happens to you unexpectedly. Being the geek that am however you might know that out of the two million broads in the city I would meet someone who was about to die.

This literally happened to me about five years ago. At that time I was twenty five years old and single. I was living alone in an apartment complex on the east side of town. I was on a Friday. I was headed home from work when I decided to stop at a bar just to get a drink. I was not even looking for a broad I could take home and bed down that night. I had been in there about twenty minutes. It was still a few hours before midnight. I was just about to take another sip when it happened. It was not so much that I saw her as I felt her eyes on me and knew right away that she was sizing me up. Now in bars woman usually don't go up and make a play for a guy. If she does she is either desperate, a hooker, or she is crazy. So naturally I was suspicious from the

beginning. She didn't really fit any of those categories. She was no slouch. She was a looker. She was quiet nicely dressed with long straight black hair down to her ass and a nice set of knockers. I remember she had on a lot of makeup with heavy lip stick, rouge, and eye makeup. A woman wearing that much makeup can easily hide her years under it. She could have been any where between twenty five and forty five. She smelled like a perfume factory. Every thing told me that she was going for the kill. I might have just told her to buzz off but after a while I found myself really liking her. She was naturally the first to brake the silence.

"What brings a handsome guy like yourself to a place like this?"

"What brings a woman of your beauty and charm to a place like this?" I replied with a smile.

"You know I like you", she said as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

I was not shy about telling her about my aversion to cigarettes and people who smoke.

"If you like me then put that thing away. The smell of tobacco mars the sweet fragrance of your perfume."

"Sure thing baby", she replied snuffing out the cigarette in a nearby ash tray.

A long conversation ensued between us. We talked about our jobs, our lives, and our furtures. I think I was as drawn to her as she was to me. I could just sense that a one night stand or perhaps more was coming on. We started doing a lot of intimate touching. Then she leaned over and kissed me. It sent me into obit. I was not at all expecting such a passionate encounter. She had a wide bulbous mouth that covered mine completely as she leaned into me. The force nearly knocked me backward and I had to recover my balance. At the same time her arms went around my neck pulling my face to hers. I had never experienced anything like the sudden and unexpected passion of her kiss. In fact I was too taken aback to even respond. All I could do was sit there awkwardly leaning into her and enjoying the sweet nectar of her mouth. I noticed that there was a number of people watching our passionate display. That didn't stop her. She only kissed me more intensely. then there was the advent of her tongue. It fluttered across my lips, then my teeth. Then it was at the back of my throat. I happened to look over at the clock on the wall. It was getting close to midnight closing time.

By that time I was in a total trace of tongue. I had by then gained my composure and got my own tongue into the act when she broke away from me. It was now 1200 midnight. I had to either say goodbye or ask to take her home. I had already invested too much in her to say goodbye so I choose the latter option. Of course I had not ask her about any health problems she might have. You simply assume that a young vibrant woman is heathy. That is why the thought of her dying that night was naturally the last thing on my mind.

We walked out into the warm night air. She was walking just ahead of me. When we were nearly to the car she grabbed me and kissed me again, her tongue doing its magic in my mouth. This time I was ready. I returned her kiss with the same passion and intensity. When she broke away he slowly pulled er tongue from my mouth and licked it across my face. We then got into my car and started for home. When we were on the porch she kissed me again, her long avid tongue reaching for my tonsils as she ground into me.

Once we were in my apartment we took our sits on the sofa where we resumed our passionate and uninhibited make out. This time we had no interruption. She was now giving me tongue and sucking my

tongue right out of my mouth. She kept my face in the palms of her hands as she devoured me. I ran fingers through her long black hair and traced the out line of her lovely and shapely ass. When I reached for her tits she lowered her blouse for me and out popped two of the nicest, perky orbs. I sucked each one of them with great relish and enthusiasm. She moaned as I did this and her moans grew louder as my tongue made a wet trail up her torso to her neck. Then we kissed again our tongues dualled together and probing each other's mouths. Finally she broke the kiss and stood in front of me. She removed the rest of her clothes except for her underpants and her high heels. She motioned that I follow her into the bedroom which I did without hesitation. As I followed behind her my eyes feasted on the exaggerated sway of her ass.

Once we were in the room she grabbed me and kissed me again. Her tongue once again her awesome tongue was at work. Her desperate and frantic kiss told me how badly she wanted me. As she kissed me she started undressing me. She was not in a hurry. She was taking her time, removing each article slowly and delicately while at the same time kissing with expert tongue and wonderful timing. She was really driving me wild. I had finally by complete accident found the woman I needed. Finally she moved over to the bed and climbed onto the mattress. She spread her legs. She was still wearing her nylon stocking hose and high heels. That was alright. She looked incredibly sexy in all of that. She had a more curvy body than I had even anticipated and those long legs of hers seemed to never end. She was dark complected with an even richer tan with two lighter bikini lines around her private regions. The mound of her shaven pussy jutted straight up. It was a very pretty and symmetrical and her slit seemed to wink at me. For a long while I just stood there, my eyes trying to take in all the wonders of this naked beauty. She seemed to be enjoying this and it seemed like she was posing for me.

"Alright big boy, come over here and fuck me. Let me pleasure you tonight."

Now after such a request I was certainly not going to waist any more. I moved over to the bed and crawled between her legs. As I did she suddenly grabbed my cock in her hand. Telling me with a smile that she knew what to do with that she guided me into her while with the other hand she grabbed my neck and kissed me. She ground her ass into me as I plunged into her. Once I was deep inside her I embraced her in the kiss and we began to move in a primitive sexual rhythm. Apparently she loved missionary as much as me and that is how we completed the first round. She seemed muti orgasmic and she came several times in a few minutes. Then she flipped me over and started riding me cowgirl style. I loved the way she moved her sexy ass around as she rode me. She was just as efficient at pleasuring me from on top as she was on bottom. I happened to look at the cloak on the wall. It was now about half past midnight. At that point I reached up and squeezed her tits. She let out a long deep sigh that I assumed was pleasure. I was just about to come in her once again when I noticed that her eyes rolled up in her head. She then collapsed right on top of me, her head landing on my shoulder. I noticed that she was totally limp and still. I knew right then that something was wrong. I pulled her off of me and rolled her on her back. I noticed that she was not breathing and she had not pulse. I concluded that she was dead. The thing that really got my attention was the expression on her face. Wow! the orgasm had apparently hit her at the same she died. Her death was so instant that the expression of orgasmic bliss remained frozen on her face.

You can imagine how I felt at the time. I was just about to come in her and she died. What a bomber. Out of all the women in town I had to pick one about to die. I wondered what I should do. I thought of calling the authorities but I was afraid of being questioned or even accused of something. What could I do? I wanted her and needed her and she was dead. Well I thought, since I had beautiful dead woman on my hands I might as well have my fun with her. Obviously she was not going to do cowgirl anymore so of course I had to settle for another. I pulled her back onto the pillow. No matter what I was certainly going to get my rocks off on her no matter. The most pressing point was that my cock needed release. That was a problem that had an obvious solution. I mounted her and plunged into her once again. Of course there was no resistance what so ever from her dead pussy and she lay there like a rag doll while I fucked her. Only her head was flopping and bouncing around to each of my thrust. Looking into her eyes was the clincher. Just the expression on her face was enough to make me come. It was amazing what a squeeze her dead pussy had on my cock. The sensation was delicious but I wanted more. I wrapped her legs around me. I felt the points of her high heels sticking into my back. I could hold back no longer.

I came inside her depositing my sperm into her dead womb. I was not finished with her yet. I rolled her over and positioned her on her knees so that her ass was sticking straight up. I then plunged my cock right into her A hole. The sensation was incredible. As I fucked that tight cavern I reached around and played with her tits and pulled her long black hair. Within moments I came again in her. I turned her back over. I bent down and kissed her passionately. My tongue explored her mouth and licked at her lifeless tongue. While I did this I stroked and squeezed her ample tits. It was very unfortunate that she had died on me in such an untimely fashion as my cock and my body needed so much more from her. With a corpse I knew I only had so much time. Decomposition would sit in and I would have to dispose of her. That did not stop me from making the most of the next few hours.

Obviously I had to change the whole theme of the night. Certainly she was not going to pleasure me anymore so I had to get my rocks off in other ways. I didn't just confine the activities to the bedroom. I carry her dead body into all the rooms in the house. I stopped to fuck her where ever I placed o her, on the furniture and even on the kitchen table. Variety is the spice of life. I didn't just fuck her. I toyed and played with her. I even showered with her and bathed her. I dried and combed her long air out and fixed it up really pretty. Then I carried her to the sofa for a make session. It was a real turn on to imagine that we had just met.

Kissing her was a real joy.. Nothing could compare with the sensuality of her pretty wide lips open into an o shape and beckoning me to kiss them. I inserted my tongue between her pearly white teeth and worked it down into her throat, then licked her lifeless tongue out of her mouth. I couldn't get enough of her. I kissed her for a long time, pulling her over me, and grinding into her. This got me so turned on that I am ready to go again. The longer she was dead the tighter her pussy got. I had to fetch some lube to enter her. Once I got into her oh God how incredible it was. I took her into in the bedroom, bent of over the dresser and then fucked her sweet pussy for God knows how long. Then I turned her over and fucked her Ahole for one more sensational orgasm. Then I tossed her into the bed and fucked her again for good measure.

Then I decided to do something to her that I would not have done to any living woman. I pulled her around so that her head was hanging off the bed. I then plunged my cock right down her throat. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back and forth ass I fucked her gapping mouth. Wow nothing was better than this. This was a blow job you could not get anywhere. A live woman would have been gagging and strangling on such a deep thrust but my corpse lover remained totally silent while I gave her the job. As I plunged into her maw her teeth scrapped against my cock, giving me the most wonderful sensation. Finally I came in her,

ejecting my load right down into her throat. Then I pulled out. There was now cum streaming down her cheeks. I bent down and gave her French kiss, lapping every bit of my cum out of her mouth and

off her face. I then looked at the cloak. It was now 5:00 am. I realized that I had to dispose of her.

I knew that decomposition would soon set in. That would not be good for my cock or my health. I could not wait util sunrise as there would be traffic on the road. The challenge would be getting her out of the apartment and into my car without being seen. First I looked to see if anyone might be nearby. The coast was clear so I picked up her corpse and carried her out to my car. I I was still not sure exactly what I was going to do with her. I considered driving miles to a wooded area but then another idea occurred to me. There was a trash dumpster on the far east side of town. It seemed like a terrible way to dispose of the woman who choose to love me but it seemed the only practical and logical alternative. After all I had not figured on her dying.

It took me about an hour to reach the location. It was about time that I dispose of her. It was a very warm summer night. When I opened the trunk an acidy smell hit me. She was now icy cold and her stomach was starting to bloat with gases. With no further ado I picked her up and casually and without ceremony tossed her into the dumpster. She hit with a loud thud and rolled on her back. She stared back with that same orgasmic expression. Only now her eyes were looking sunken and her lips were turning blue. I then closed the lid and walked back to my car, leaving my over night lover for the cats and the flies to feast off of.

The next day I picked up the copy of the daily paper. An article about a missing woman whose body had been found in a dumpster was on the front page. I recognized her by the photograph. Her name was Mary Smith. It read:

"Police reported finding a missing woman inside a thrash dumpster in the early morning hours. The woman was later identified as twenty eight year old Mary Smith from Detroit. Police are now investigating her death as a possible homicide. Police are asking for anyone who knows anything to call Crime Stoppers."

I put the paper down and sighed deeply as I leaned back in my chair.