In order to better understand and properly follow this script you should probably re-read the very last few paragraphs of Chapter 5.
Enjoy! There is a totally new twist to the saga.
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Chapter 6
I could always find my way there, even in total darkness and I knew exactly where to park, which was always at the far end of the underground parking lot, right beside the heavy metal door that never seemed to be locked.
I always dressed for the occasion in a simple white dress that buttoned up from well above the knees to the cleavage line and as always I wore no panties or bra.
Yes, I knew the routine well, it was 2 o'clock in the morning and the rest of the world was sleeping I thought as my flat shoes made a clapping noise on the ceramic tiled floor.
As I walked down the long dimly lit corridor the pungent smell of Formaldehyde used in the embalming process was already starting to pierce my nostrils as I drew closer and closer to the white door, which led into a sterile white room with one wall full of cooler drawers.
The door eerily creaked as I tugged it open and stepped inside then I felt a draught of cool air as it closed behind me, making me instantly feel like I was trapped. I flipped on the light switches and the overhead spotlights startled my eyes for a few moments.
I was here again so I calmed myself and opened the top two buttons on my dress, which allowed my breasts to breathe in the cool night air and firm up my nipples.
There was the adjustable table, the slab, sitting in the centre of the room with a white sheet covering the subject that appeared to be in full rigor mortis.
I moved closer until I came in contact with the smooth cool surface of the edge of the table.
I unbuttoned the rest of my dress and let it fall away, leaving me stood naked and pressing myself against the cold table. It felt good, almost like pressing a large ice cube against my clit. My nipples were rock solid and as I briefly knelt on the floor I rubbed them against the edge of the cold metal table.
My mouth was watering as I looked closely at the sheet covering the subject then slowly and still on my knees I skirted the entire table as I searched for an ideal entry point to push my hand.
I knew where I wanted my hand, I could see the huge tent that had formed under the white sheet but I always followed this cat and mouse game to make the anticipation last.
I could feel my pussy getting wetter as I stood and cupped my firm breasts, thinking that it would be wonderful if the subject could hold them.
Slowly, my hand glided under the sheet towards the tent in the sheet.
Once I contacted the thigh I raised my hand slightly and just a split second later I had grasped this thick hard penis with a very large bulbous head. Shivers shot down my spine and I pressed myself hard against the table as a muffled sigh of joy came from my lips. Tears formed in my eyes as I realized that this was going to be a night to remember.
I thrust my other hand under the sheet and grasped this wonderful piece of manhood with both hands as I rocked and pushed my pubic area against the stainless steel bump in the table. Oh my god I was already so close to orgasm as I stroked this incredible hard member under the sheets.
Moments later my legs started to buckle but I hung on with both hands to this huge thick penis as I slid to the floor on my knees when the wave of pleasure roared through my body. Tears of joy streamed down my face as I rubbed my wet eyes on the sheet, which lay over the edge of the table.
Slowly I regained my composure and stood with one hand still firmly gripping the large bulbous head. I knew what would come next; I would just have to see this remarkable specimen. Slowly I peeled the sheet back until it came into view and my eyes widened in shock as I saw the large bulbous head.
My mouth was watering, my pussy was dripping down my inner thighs as I held on to it with one hand and placed the other over my firm nipples. I loosened my grip on the head and let my hand slide down the shaft to the base and then I just stared as I let my imagination run wild.
Yes, I wanted it. I wanted it badly. I wanted to feel that huge bulbous head opening up my vagina and squeezing itself tightly inside my wet crevice. I knew that it would be the mother of all orgasms if I could work up the courage.