This is a narrative of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fabrication. In very liveliness, use a condom, damnit ! undesirable baby, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the half-wit who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I aspiration of Demie 3 - Thinking With the Wrong heading ( MF, mc, impreg, slow )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Previously, on I ambition of Demie :

Hi, my public figure 's Tom. I killed a man to summon a sex demon from infernal region. She loves to smoke my pot, so she spared my life story, stays with me, and occasionally we have incredible sex.

The other Night Demie killed a girl while we were having a threesome. It kind of fucked me up. I went on a bender and Demie, shapeshifted to look like Jessica Alba, took out a cluster of bikers that were giving us problem. She can make herself look ( and feel ) like any girl I want ! But is it worth it ?

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Yesterday :

investigator serjeant-at-law Dianna sheepman looked at the board again, as she had done every work day, multiple clip a day, since the third missing persons theme came in. The tally was now six missing people in six days. icon of all those people were on the board.

If there had been any real association between those people there would consume been red string going to and from the pushpins holding the mental picture on the corkboard, but former than the fact that they all lived in the metropolis, there was no connection ... none at all !

Early last Monday morning a poodle dragging a leash had been found in the parkland. Marsha Patterson, age 43, the owner of said poodle, was nowhere to be found.

Bob Perkins, age 34, a gamy wheeling banker, had gone to the roof of his office building for a smoke Monday afternoon and had never come back.

Abe Soren Peter Lauritz Sorensen, age 65, had been reported missing from his home, also last Monday afternoon. His neighbor had n't seen him go out or anyone come in since he came home Fri afternoon. He lived alone so he could consume disappeared at any point from Friday to Monday, but he was the third reported missing person.

Siobhan ( pronounced Shi-vahn ) Mullins, age 13, had disappeared while walking to her friend 's home Tuesday afternoon.

Ida Spratt, 87, had been put to bed in her charge abode Thursday evening. In the morning she was gone. The elderly cleaning woman was bedrid, so could not have wandered off on her own. The only thing left in her bed when they checked in the morn was a smelly deal left by the incontinent old woman.

Finally, Jessi Bayfield, age 19, had gone out with former underage booster and then had disappeared after her friends had gotten drunk after using their fraud IDs to get into a retro 70 's discotheque just last night.

Today, Sunday, Dianna had been called in on her day off to investigate. The law commissioner was getting pressure sensation from the mass medium coverage since Siobhan Mullins'disappearance, and it seemed there was a serial ... what ... murderer ? abductor ? There were no ransom bill, so murder seemed likely, though there were no mark of a battle at any of the crime sites.

*Was* there a connector ? So many disappearances in so short a meter ... there had to be ! What was she missing ?

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Sorry, that was a lot of exposition for a sex storey ! You 'd think I was trying to write a plot or something ... I 'll try to continue us on track.

Demie had just killed my Dad while having sex with him on my new couch. well, in my nightmare she had. I was still breathing heavily from waking up after the cushion of seeing that.

After having breakfast I brushed my teeth and then headed out the door. I needed to run around or something to get this repressed anxious energy out. As I stepped out my flat door I bumped into a woman in a tight pink t-shirt and contraband yoga knickers, a neighbor from down the hall, a individual mom I had had my eye on for a while, as she was quite toned, in effective shape for a homebody mom.

We had bumped together hard and I caught her before she stumbled. We were quite close now and I could smell her perfume and ... sulfur ? She looked at me with wide gorgeous putting green eyes framed by her shoulder distance brown hair.

Oh, very clever, Demie, I thought to myself. You were able-bodied to pluck out of my head that I liked this dame so you 're pretending to be her and I now get to induce another fancy fulfilled ! Fool me once, disgrace on you ... put on me twice, shame on me ! I knew her game.

I gave her a dazzling grin, playing along. `` Hi, I 'm Tom ... can I sake you in a cup of coffee ? '' I was still holding her and she had started to breathe more heavily. I helped her to stand back up.

'' Oh, '' she replied, a bit unsteady, `` I have to get back to my girl ... '' Then she paused, considering. `` ... but I suppose a straightaway cup would be squeamish. I 'm Erica. '' She offered her hand.

I shook her hand but continued holding it. I ushered her into my place and closed the door behind us, admiring her nicely mold tush in those yoga pants that I had noticed many prison term before.

She turned and caught me looking, and then continued turning until she faced me directly. She was nibbling her lower lip as her eye roamed my body. I could see her mamilla, quite salient now through her tight t-shirt. There would be no coffee. I pulled her to me and started kissing her neck, causing her to moan.

'' I 'm so horny ... '' she murmured as I lifted her shirt and play bra. I dived into those grotesque boobs, nibbling and sucking at the large teat. She fell back onto the couch and I pulled at her yoga pants. Her orange lash panty came down with them. They came off of one leg and dangled from the early leg 's ankle joint. I was impressed at how Demie could make parts of her body look like clothing, but of course those parts had to stay connected to the rest of her.

I quickly removed my clothes and lined up my shaft. Erica's/Demie 's bring down pussy was visibly wet so I did n't need to go down on her for lubrication. She watched with undisguised lust as I slowly sunk the read/write head of my pecker into her hot pussy. She moaned in pleasure.

It felt different from Demie 's infernal vagina, a niggling looser but wetter, and certainly not as hot, temperature wise, and I again marveled at how she could make herself an exact written matter of who she was pretending to be, right down to the vaginal shape and muscular structure. I knew this was exactly how it would have felt to have sex with the veridical Erica, and it just turned me on Thomas More !

I pulled back and pushed in harder. `` Erica '' groaned, looking up at my face adoringly. fountainhead done, Demie, I thought. You 'd almost think this was actually my neighbor.

On my third energy I managed to get my cock all the way inside her. I bent forward and started to fellate on those magnificent titties again as I started to get a rhythm going.

Suddenly she started to cum, thrusting her pelvis at me as she softly groaned. I could feel her pussy throbbing around my dick. I was n't ready to cum yet, though. I sat back up, taking a hold of her toned legs and pulling them parallel with my chest so her infantry were up by my head. I then grabbed her upper thigh and pulled them toward me as I started to really plow into her.

'' Oh God ... '' she groaned. That should let clued me in right there as to what was going on, but a lot of the blood that would have been helping my psyche work goodness was making my shaft super hard as I pistoned it into the gorgeous woman.

After she came again I pulled out and guided her to rick around. I managed to get my cock back into her easily and we fucked doggie expressive style. I made indisputable to change the angle of my penetration so as to hit her g-spot often. I could feel her pussy start to grip my cock and my own orgasm was also rapidly approaching.

With one manus I shoved her face into the cushion of the put as I sped up, ramming harder, bending her forward to get the bass penetration. I could hear her trying to scream out something, muffled by the cushions, but by this point I did n't care ... she had killed Jessi and I had her at my mercy because she did n't know that I knew it was really her. I was going to delight my temporary mastery of her.

I thrust one final time and started to shove off my load deep inside her. I heard `` Erica '' yelp, and then I could feel her cumming on my shaft, the massaging of her pussy brawniness urging even more sperm out of my lump to coat her insides.

Finally, spent, I pulled out and sat back on the lounge. Erica/Demie, quiver, my sperm cell dripping from her puss, took a few proceedings to reclaim. She then turned around and snuggled up to me !

This was weird, so I looked at her, confused. That was when she kissed me, on the back talk !

I almost had a scene fit, thinking I was going to die, my someone sucked out through the kiss ! I pulled back, staring at her. She looked scared and confused.

She stammered, `` I 'm sorry ... you do n't care kissing on the mouth ? I 've ... I 've never done this sorting of thing before, after just meeting someone ... but you smelled so good ... I had to get you. ``

Smelled good ? I ... oh no ... I had forgotten to shower after having sex with Demie the night before. When THE real erica had bumped into me in the hall she had gotten a puff of Demie 's sex secretions, still on my cock and face, and that poppycock was more effective than Spanish Fly !

I had then taken the single mom neighbor into my apartment and fucked her silly, after just meeting her ! I looked at her yoga pants and underclothes on the floor, definitely no longer touching her tegument. She was n't Demie. But ...

'' You smelled like sulfur, '' I said, looking at her accusingly.

She was even to a greater extent confused now. `` I had just taken out the drivel. Some of my nut had gone bad and they were stinking up my place, '' she answered.

I sat there, stunned. I did n't know what to do.

She had already pulled her sports bra and shirt back down over her wondrous bosom and had grabbed her thong. As she slipped it back on she said, `` Speaking of orchis ... um ... this was actually a bad metre to have bareback sex. I tried to tell you but ... '' She looked at where I had pushed her face into the cast. I felt sick.

She looked worried, though whether it was about her potential gestation or the unexplainable look on my fount ( or both ), I could n't tell. `` Um ... I 'll ... let you know, okay ? '' She leaned forward and looked like she was going to kick in me a tidy sum on the buttock, and then decided against it. She left, giving me one last confused, hurt look as she closed the doorway behind her.

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Detective serjeant-at-law Dianna sheepman continued her investigating. Jessi Bayfield seemed to feature been simply a normal girl who liked to party with her friends and went to the local college. She had an ex-boyfriend but he had moved out of town workweek ago, and he had an alibi.

She looked at the depiction of the teenager again. Dianna herself was in her 30 's but she would take fucked a hot untested redhead like that in a second if she had had the chance.

She shook her head. She had n't gotten some in a patch and got horny sometimes.

detective Sergeant Aaron Bilson poked his fountainhead into her room. `` Hey, Dykeanna ... ''

She sighed. Once the male cops had figured out she was a lesbian that was their usual soubriquet for her. She never let them know it bothered her, though. She smiled at him. `` Yeah, Aaron ? ``

He stepped in. `` Did ya take heed the scuttlebutt ? A black-market'n albumen got called to some bar last night, and the barman swore up and down that Jessica Alba came in and wiped out a biker gang ! ``

She gave him a dubious look.

He held up his hand, two fingers up. `` lookout 's honor ! The hospital confirmed three burly biker character were treated for injuries last Nox, but those bozo are n't telling who laid them out. Fucked up, huh ? ``

As Bilson left, Dianna shook her point. With the bum that had been burned alive a week ago ( Bilson 's example ), the disappearance, and now this, this townspeople was getting really weird, fast.

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One month ago ...

Tom looked at the unusual old book he had picked up at the flea food market. Within the book were esoteric writings that spoke of king to those who dared to breach the laws of man, but no specifics beyond one spell to summon an satanic servant to do his command. There were many pageboy torn out but this one spell remained.

Over the next couple of weeks he returned to the book to review the details of the spell over and over. What he had first thought to be some crank writer 's ramblings made Sir Thomas More and more sense every time he read it.

A workweek later he had decided he would do it ; he would kill someone to king the magic spell. His life was okay but not capital. A satanic handmaiden to do his bidding would make his life awesome ! Now, who was likely to not be missed ?

To be continued ...