The Watcher

There's this one zombie who likes to watch the city from high vantage points. He usually picks a spots on a rooftop somewhere, and then silently observe the city for any sight of living prey. For the past two week, he's been standing at the top of a five-stories parking garage.

You try to go up the car ramp a few times, but you never manage to gain enough momentum to go up the steep incline, so you decide to try the stairs.

With the roller skates, it's a slow and clumsy operation; Luckily for you, one advantage of being dead is that you have all the time in the world.

After several hours, you finally reach the top floor. You make your way to the edge, where the Watcher is squatting on the concrete guardrail, observing the streets below. In this position, you get a nice view of his well-toned butt

He hears you, and turns towards the sound of your wheels. You stop right beside him, propping your one arm on your hip and cocking your head slightly. There seems to be something in his gaze, but your sense of empathy has greatly diminished with ****; You can't quite recognize his displayed emotion.

He jumps down towards you, and you now get a good look at him. He's skinny, but in a cute, boys-band heartthrob kind of way. His shiny hair looks rather good for a ghoul that hasn't taken a shower since the fall of civilization, although the recent rain and the high winds hitting him on his perch might've played in keeping his mane looking good.

He is rather handsome, with big inquisitve eyes and thick lips that look perfect for kissing. You crave to feel his lips against yours (and not just the ones on your face).

There is a short moment as the two of you simply look at one another. Then again, that's his thing, watching. His eyes eventually focus on your tits, and then he puts his hands on them. He's been in the sun for a few hours; His hands are warm, and it feels quite pleasant.

You put a hand down between his leg, grabbing his erect shaft; He's obviously pleased to see you.

The courtship doesn't last much longer, for he pushes you to the ground and embraces you. You rub your wet crotch against his cock, eager for him to put it in.

You let out a short gasp when he plunges into you, his penis making you forget all about the worries of living ****. You wrap your arm around his neck and pull him into a kiss as he proceeds to pound you right on the grimy concrete floor of a parking garage (your standards for propriety have considerably dipped since you ****).

He fucks you ravenously, both of you delighting in the intercourse. At one point, you wrap your legs around his waist, and the noises of flesh slapping against flesh is joined by the clanking of your skates hitting each other behind your partner's back.

He cums first, filling your cunt with gooey undead seed. He barely stops for a few seconds before going at it again, his dick still hard inside you and ready to go. His stamina is admirable, and within half a minute he's already pounding you hard and fast.

You face is pressed down under his shoulder, leaving the sounds of your moans to be muffled by his skin. You reach your climax during his second round, convulsing under the wave of pleasure that fills you from head to toe.

He fills you up a second time, shooting his load into your cunt, then getting ready to go again.

He ends up ejaculating four times in your vagina, at which point he pulls out, letting his seed ooze out of your well-used hole. But he is far from done, and he grabs your blonde ponytail in order to get a good grip on your head.

You can't stop yourself from rubbing your clit as your fellow zombie mercilessly fucks your mouth. His dick tastes delicious, and part of its delectable flavor comes from your own pussy.

Your furious flicking bring you over the edge, and you're in the middle of an intense orgasm when your paramour shoots a huge load down your throat.

Just as you think he might be done, he brings his dick back against your cunt and fucks it again.

Once he's done doing his fifth deposit up your coochie, he gets up and then gets back on his perch, looking down on the city.

You take a moment to recover, feeling his jizz pooling between your thighs, and once you've had enough rest, you get back up and leave without a word.

You feel a tinge of joy as you roll down the car ramp, feeling the wind over your face and the rush of the speed. It's nice. ****'s not so bad after all.