This is a tarradiddle of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life-time, use a safe, damnit ! unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` douse his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I dreaming of Demie 3 - cerebration With the wrong straits ( MF, mc, impreg, slow )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Previously, on I Dream of Demie :

Hi, my name 's Tom. I killed a man to muster up a sex demon from infernal region. She loves to fume my pot, so she spared my aliveness, stays with me, and occasionally we have incredible sex.

The early Nox Demie killed a girl while we were having a trinity. It kind of fucked me up. I went on a bender and Demie, shapeshifted to face like Jessica Alba, took out a caboodle of bikers that were giving us fuss. She can make herself look ( and sense ) like any fille I want ! But is it worth it ?

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Yesterday :

tec police sergeant Dianna Shepherd looked at the board again, as she had done every workday, multiple times a day, since the third base missing soul report card came in. The numeration was now six missing people in six twenty-four hours. Pictures of all those people were on the board.

If there had been any genuine connection between those people there would have been red string going to and from the pushpins holding the pictures on the corkboard, but former than the fact that they all lived in the urban center, there was no link ... none at all !

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

Bob Perkins, age 34, a in high spirits rolling banker, had gone to the roof of his bureau construction for a smoke Monday afternoon and had never come back.

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

Siobhan ( judge 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 home Th even. In the morning she was gone. The elderly cleaning woman was bedridden, so could not own wandered off on her own. The only thing left in her bed when they checked in the morning was a smelly mess left by the incontinent old woman.

Finally, Jessi Bayfield, age 19, had gone out with early underage protagonist and then had disappeared after her friends had gotten sot after using their fake IDs to get into a retro 70 's disco just last-place night.

Today, Sunday, Dianna had been called in on her day off to investigate. The law commissioner was getting pressure from the media coverage since Siobhan Mullins'disappearance, and it seemed there was a serial ... what ... murderer ? snatcher ? There were no ransom notes, so execution seemed likely, though there were no star sign of a struggle at any of the offense sites.

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

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Sorry, that was a lot of expo for a sex storey ! You 'd think I was trying to pen a patch or something ... I 'll try to keep 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 shock of seeing that.

After having breakfast I brushed my dentition and then headed out the door. I needed to run around or something to get this pent-up nervous Energy Department out. As I stepped out my apartment threshold I bumped into a womanhood in a pie-eyed pink tee shirt and black yoga trouser, a neighbor from down the manse, a 1 mom I had had my eye on for a piece, as she was quite toned, in good physique for a homebody mom.

We had bumped together surd and I caught her before she stumbled. We were quite cheeseparing now and I could smell her scent and ... sulfur ? She looked at me with wide gorgeous green center framed by her articulatio humeri distance brown hair.

Oh, very clever, Demie, I thought to myself. You were able to pluck out of my head that I liked this noblewoman so you 're pretending to be her and I now get to stimulate another fantasy fulfilled ! tomfool me once, disgrace on you ... fool me twice, shame on me ! I knew her game.

I gave her a dazzling smiling, playing along. `` Hi, I 'm Tom ... can I interestingness you in a cup of coffee bean ? '' I was still holding her and she had started to catch one's breath more heavily. I helped her to digest back up.

'' Oh, '' she replied, a bit unfirm, `` I have to get back to my girl ... '' Then she paused, considering. `` ... but I suppose a quick cup would be Nice. I 'm true heath. '' She offered her hand.

I shook her helping hand but continued holding it. I ushered her into my place and closed the door behind us, admiring her nicely regulate tail in those yoga pants 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 lower lip as her eyes roamed my body. I could see her nipples, quite prominent now through her miserly t-shirt. There would be no java. I pulled her to me and started kissing her cervix, causing her to moan.

'' I 'm so horny ... '' she murmured as I lifted her shirt and mutation bra. I dived into those rattling titty, nibbling and sucking at the gravid mamilla. She fell back onto the couch and I pulled at her yoga pants. Her orange tree thong pantie came down with them. They came off of one leg and dangled from the other leg 's ankle. I was impressed at how Demie could realise component of her torso look like clothing, but of course those constituent had to remain connect to the quietus of her.

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

It felt unlike from Demie 's blame vagina, a minuscule looser but wetter, and certainly not as hot, temperature Isaac Mayer Wise, and I again marveled at how she could pull in 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 accept felt to have sex with the real Erica, and it just turned me on more !

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

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

Suddenly she started to cum, thrusting her hips at me as she softly groaned. I could feel her purulent throbbing around my cock. I was n't ready to cum yet, though. I sat back up, taking a delay of her toned legs and pulling them parallel with my chest so her feet 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 consume clued me in right there as to what was going on, but a lot of the blood that would have been helping my Einstein employment good was making my cock super hard as I pistoned it into the gorgeous woman.

After she came again I pulled out and guided her to ferment around. I managed to get my pecker back into her easily and we fucked doggie way. I made sure as shooting to change the angle of my penetration so as to hit her g-spot often. I could finger her pussy start to fascinate my cock and my own coming was also rapidly approaching.

With one hand I shoved her brass into the shock of the sofa as I sped up, ramming harder, bending her forward to get the deepest penetration. I could hear her trying to call out something, muffled by the shock, 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 do it that I knew it was really her. I was going to enjoy my temporary domination of her.

I thrust one terminal time and started to blow my load thick inside her. I heard `` erica '' yelp, and then I could finger her cumming on my cock, the massaging of her cunt muscleman urging even more sperm out of my balls to cake her insides.

Finally, spent, I pulled out and sat back on the couch. Erica/Demie, quivering, my sperm dripping from her pussy, took a few proceedings to regain. 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 conniption fit, thinking I was going to die, my person sucked out through the candy kiss ! I pulled back, staring at her. She looked scare and confused.

She stammered, `` I 'm dreary ... you do n't care kissing on the rima oris ? I 've ... I 've never done this sort of thing before, after just meeting somebody ... but you smelled so good ... I had to give you. ``

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

I had then taken the one mom neighbour into my apartment and fucked her silly, after just meeting her ! I looked at her yoga knickers and underwear on the storey, definitely no longer touching her pelt. She was n't Demie. But ...

'' You smelled like atomic number 16, '' I said, looking at her accusingly.

She was even more confused now. `` I had just taken out the garbage. Some of my testicle 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 athletics bra and shirt back down over her fantastic breasts and had grabbed her thong. As she slipped it back on she said, `` oral presentation of ball ... um ... this was actually a bad clock time to have bareback sex. I tried to narrate you but ... '' She looked at where I had pushed her face into the put. I felt sick.

She looked worried, though whether it was about her possible maternity or the unexplainable look on my expression ( or both ), I could n't secernate. `` Um ... I 'll ... let you sleep together, okay ? '' She leaned forward and looked like she was going to give me a peck on the cheek, and then decided against it. She left, giving me one lowest confused, spite 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 missy who liked to political party with her friends and went to the local anesthetic college. She had an ex-boyfriend but he had moved out of townsfolk workweek ago, and he had an alibi.

She looked at the picture show of the teen again. Dianna herself was in her 30 's but she would have fucked a hot Lester Willis Young redhead 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 police sergeant Aaron Bilson poked his head into her way. `` Hey, Dykeanna ... ''

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

He stepped in. `` Did ya hear the scuttlebutt ? A nigrify'n Caucasian got called to some bar conclusion night, and the mixologist swore up and down that Jessica Alba came in and wiped out a biker work party ! ``

She gave him a dubious look.

He held up his hand, two finger's breadth up. `` guide 's honor ! The infirmary confirmed three burly biker types were treated for injuries last-place night, but those guy cable are n't telling who laid them out. Fucked up, huh ? ``

As Bilson left, Dianna shook her caput. With the bum that had been burned alive a week ago ( Bilson 's subject ), the disappearance, and now this, this town was getting really Wyrd, fast.

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One month ago ...

Tom looked at the strange old book he had picked up at the flea market. Within the book were esoteric writings that spoke of power to those who dared to disclose the law of nature of man, but no specifics beyond one spell to summon an goddamn servant to do his summons. There were many pageboy torn out but this one enchantment remained.

Over the next couple of week he returned to the book to brush up the details of the spell over and over. What he had first thought to be some crank writer 's ramblings made more and more common sense every time he read it.

A week later he had decided he would do it ; he would kill someone to big businessman the spell. His liveliness was okay but not great. A hellish servant to do his dictation would make his life story awesome ! Now, who was likely to not be missed ?

To be continued ...