Don/Dawn of the Dead

You never see that in the movies, a zombie with a big ol' zombie-johnson swinging in the breeze. My new favorite thing was to get on my knees right in front of him and open my mouth. I'd sit and rock on my home made dildo and imagine him fucking my mouth. There seemed to be some sort of distant recognition in his eyes. Sure they were all fucked up in a zombie kinda way but he'd always grind that big cock up against the glass and look straight down at me. He'd tease me with that big blue dick and I'd tease him with my ripe delicious flesh. I was glad there wasn't a glory hole in the door. I'd be tempted to put a couple of rubbers on him and let him fuck me. But that would be suicidal. One spray of zombie jizz and I'd be as good as infected.

I was down on my knees one day around noon, imagining zombie dick in my mouth and ass, same as usual. I guess it was because of all the moaning that I didn't hear the chopper land on the roof at the other end of the mall. And he must have been moving quietly when he walked up behind me. But when I saw his reflection in the glass I nearly had a heart attack. Leaving the candle in my ass I rolled over onto my side, grabbed my purse and yanked out my .45.

He was too stunned with the whole scene to do anything. He was a tall black guy dressed in a police uniform. He was carrying his shotgun loosely in one hand and he never even budged when I pointed my piece at him. He just stood there with this confused look on his face.

And who could blame him really? My skirt was up around my waist, I had a big candle jammed in my ass, my wig had gone slightly askew when I rolled over and it was easy to see my dick jutting up hard as a rock. I was very obviously not a girl, I had been very obviously fucking myself in the ass and there was absolutely no way to say that I had been doing something else.

We just looked at each other for a while and slowly, I lowered my gun. As nonchalantly as possible, I pulled the candle out of my ass and stuck most of it in my purse. I pulled my dress down and straightened my wig a little. Finally, I managed to spit out the word, "Hi". I talked to myself all the time but it was strange to be talking to another person.