This is a tale of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fable. In genuine life, use a safe, damnit ! Unwanted baby, HIV and all sorts of less sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dips his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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

by Krosis of the Collective

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Previously, on I dreaming of Demie :

Hi, my epithet 's Tom. I killed a man to come up a sex ogre from inferno. She loves to fume my pot, so she spared my sprightliness, stays with me, and occasionally we have incredible sex.

The other night Demie killed a girlfriend 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 clump of bikers that were giving us fuss. She can urinate herself look ( and feel ) like any young lady I want ! But is it worth it ?

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Yesterday :

Detective sergeant-at-law Dianna Shepherd looked at the circuit card again, as she had done every working day, multiple times a day, since the third missing persons report came in. The tally was now six missing people in six days. characterization of all those masses were on the board.

If there had been any actual connection between those hoi polloi there would have been red train going to and from the pushpins holding the moving picture on the corkboard, but other than the fact that they all lived in the city, there was no connection ... none at all !

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

Bob Perkins, age 34, a senior high rolling banker, had gone to the roof of his business office building for a sens Monday afternoon and had never come back.

Abe Sorensen, age 65, had been reported missing from his home, also hold out Monday afternoon. His neighbor had n't seen him go out or anyone come in since he came home Friday good afternoon. He lived alone so he could experience 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 house Tuesday afternoon.

Ida Spratt, 87, had been put to bed in her care nursing home Th eve. In the morning she was gone. The elderly woman was sick-abed, so could not throw wandered off on her own. The simply thing left in her bed when they checked in the dawn was a smelly passel left by the incontinent old woman.

Finally, Jessi Bayfield, age 19, had gone out with other underage friends and then had disappeared after her supporter had gotten drunk after using their talk through one's hat 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 police force commissioner was getting pressure from the media insurance coverage since Siobhan Mullins'fade, and it seemed there was a serial ... what ... liquidator ? Kidnapper ? There were no ransom money bank note, so murder seemed belike, though there were no signaling of a struggle at any of the crime sites.

*Was* there a connectedness ? So many disappearing in so short a sentence ... there had to be ! What was she missing ?

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Sorry, that was a lot of exposition for a sex story ! You 'd consider I was trying to spell a plot or something ... I 'll try to maintain us on track.

Demie had just killed my Dad while having sex with him on my new couch. wellspring, in my nightmare she had. I was still breathing heavily from waking up after the shock 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 pent-up unquiet Energy out. As I stepped out my flat door I bumped into a woman in a squiffy garden pink t-shirt and black yoga pants, a neighbor from down the dormitory, a single mom I had had my eye on for a while, as she was quite toned, in good human body for a stay-at-home mom.

We had bumped together hard and I caught her before she stumbled. We were quite closemouthed now and I could smell out her perfume and ... sulfur ? She looked at me with all-inclusive gorgeous green middle framed by her articulatio humeri distance brown hair.

Oh, very cagey, Demie, I thought to myself. You were capable to pluck out of my head that I liked this lady so you 're pretending to be her and I now get to have another illusion fulfilled ! Fool me once, shame on you ... fool 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 berry ? '' 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 unfirm, `` I have to get back to my daughter ... '' Then she paused, considering. `` ... but I suppose a quick cup would be prissy. I 'm Erica. '' She offered her hand.

I shook her hand but continued holding it. I ushered her into my seat and closed the threshold behind us, admiring her nicely shaped tush in those yoga drawers that I had noticed many times before.

She turned and caught me looking, and then continued turning until she faced me directly. She was nibbling her down lip as her middle roamed my torso. I could see her nipples, quite prominent now through her taut t-shirt. There would be no coffee. I pulled her to me and started kissing her neck opening, causing her to moan.

'' I 'm so steamy ... '' she murmured as I lifted her shirt and play bra. I dived into those fantastic boobs, nibbling and sucking at the large mamilla. 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 former leg 's mortise joint. I was impressed at how Demie could clear parts of her dead body look like clothing, but of course those section had to remain associate to the balance of her.

I quickly removed my clothes and lined up my cock. Erica's/Demie 's trim down pussy was visibly wet so I did n't need to go down on her for lubrication. She watched with undisguised lecherousness as I slowly sunk the question of my prick into her hot kitty-cat. She moaned in pleasure.

It felt dissimilar from Demie 's damned vagina, a footling looser but bedwetter, and certainly not as hot, temperature wise, and I again marveled at how she could make herself an exact copy of who she was pretending to be, right down to the vaginal shape and musculature. I knew this was exactly how it would hold felt to have sex with the existent Erica, and it just turned me on Thomas More !

I pulled back and pushed in harder. `` Erica '' groaned, looking up at my face adoringly. well 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 nurse on those magnificent breast again as I started to get a musical rhythm going.

Suddenly she started to cum, thrusting her hips at me as she softly groaned. I could feel her pussy pounding around my cock. I was n't ready to cum yet, though. I sat back up, taking a clasp of her toned legs and pulling them parallel with my chest of drawers so her pes were up by my heading. I then grabbed her upper thighs and pulled them toward me as I started to really plow into her.

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

After she came again I pulled out and guided her to turn around. I managed to get my cock back into her easily and we fucked barker style. I made for certain to deepen the angle of my penetration so as to hit her g-spot often. I could feel her snatch start to grip my cock and my own orgasm was also rapidly approaching.

With one hired man I shoved her grimace into the shock of the put as I sped up, ramming harder, bending her forward to get the mysterious penetration. I could hear her trying to telephone out something, muffled by the shock, but by this point I did n't like ... she had killed Jessi and I had her at my mercy because she did n't bonk that I knew it was really her. I was going to enjoy my temporary supremacy of her.

I thrust one final meter and started to blow my load late inside her. I heard `` erica '' yip, and then I could sense her cumming on my stopcock, the massaging of her pussy sinew urging even more sperm out of my balls to coat her insides.

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

This was eldritch, so I looked at her, confused. That was when she kissed me, on the oral fissure !

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

She stammered, `` I 'm dingy ... you do n't like kissing on the rima oris ? I 've ... I 've never done this sort of matter before, after just meeting someone ... but you smelled so well ... I had to cause you. ``

Smelled respectable ? I ... oh no ... I had forgotten to shower after having sex with Demie the nighttime before. When THE REAL ERICA had bumped into me in the hall she had gotten a whiff of Demie 's sex secernment, still on my prick and grimace, and that stuff was more good than Spanish Fly !

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

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

She was even Thomas More confused now. `` I had just taken out the refuse. Some of my nut had gone bad and they were stinking up my place, '' she answered.

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

She had already pulled her sport bra and shirt back down over her fantastic breasts and had grabbed her lash. As she slipped it back on she said, `` speaking of eggs ... um ... this was actually a bad time to experience bareback sex. I tried to recite you but ... '' She looked at where I had pushed her face into the sofa. I felt sick.

She looked worried, though whether it was about her possible pregnancy or the unexplainable look on my face ( or both ), I could n't tell. `` Um ... I 'll ... let you know, okay ? '' She leaned forward and looked like she was going to give me a peck on the impudence, and then decided against it. She left, giving me one terminal confused, ache look as she closed the door behind her.

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investigator Sergeant Dianna sheepherder continued her investigation. Jessi Bayfield seemed to have been simply a normal girl who liked to political party with her friends and went to the topical anaesthetic college. She had an ex-boyfriend but he had moved out of Ithiel Town hebdomad ago, and he had an alibi.

She looked at the picture of the stripling again. Dianna herself was in her 30 's but she would sustain fucked a hot immature carrottop like that in a moment if she had had the chance.

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

Detective Sergeant Aaron Bilson poked his head word into her room. `` Hey, Dykeanna ... ''

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

He stepped in. `` Did ya see the comment ? A black'n Theodore Harold White got called to some bar finale dark, and the barman swore up and down that Jessica Alba came in and wiped out a biker pack ! ``

She gave him a in question look.

He held up his mitt, two fingers up. `` pathfinder 's honor ! The hospital confirmed three burly biker eccentric were treated for hurt end night, but those guys are n't telling who laid them out. Fucked up, huh ? ``

As Bilson left, Dianna shook her head. With the bum that had been burned alive a week ago ( Bilson 's grammatical case ), the fade, and now this, this town was getting really weird, fast.

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One month ago ...

Tom looked at the unknown old book he had picked up at the flea market. Within the rule book were esoteric writings that spoke of index to those who dared to reveal the police of man, but no particular beyond one spell to summon an goddamn retainer to do his bidding. There were many pages torn out but this one spell remained.

Over the next couple of weeks he returned to the book to retrospect the detail of the spell over and over. What he had first thought to be some nut case author 's ramblings made Thomas More and More sense every clip he read it.

A calendar week later he had decided he would do it ; he would pour down person to power the spell. His life was okay but not great. A fiendish handmaid to do his bid would make his animation awesome ! Now, who was likely to not be missed ?

To be continued ...