This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real living, use a prophylactic, damnit ! undesirable baby, HIV and all sort of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I dreaming of Demie 3 - mentation With the Wrong Head ( MF, mc, impreg, retard )

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 marshal a sex daemon 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 early dark Demie killed a female child while we were having a threesome. It sort of fucked me up. I went on a bender and Demie, shapeshifted to look like Jessica Alba, took out a bunch of rockers that were giving us trouble. She can make herself spirit ( and feel ) like any girl I want ! But is it worth it ?

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Yesterday :

tec serjeant-at-law Dianna Shepherd looked at the plug-in again, as she had done every working day, multiple fourth dimension a day, since the third missing someone reputation came in. The tally was now six missing people in six days. Pictures of all those masses were on the board.

If there had been any rattling connection between those people there would have been red string going to and from the pushpins holding the mental picture on the corkboard, but other than the fact that they all lived in the city, there was no link ... none at all !

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

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

Abe Sorensen, age 65, had been reported missing from his menage, 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 stimulate disappeared at any point in time from Friday to Monday, but he was the tierce reported missing person.

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

Ida Spratt, 87, had been put to bed in her charge habitation Thursday eve. In the morning she was gone. The elderly char was bedridden, so could not cause wandered off on her own. The only matter left in her bed when they checked in the morning was a smelly hole left by the incontinent old woman.

Finally, Jessi Bayfield, age 19, had gone out with other nonaged friends and then had disappeared after her friends had gotten drunk after using their fake IDs to get into a ex post facto 70 's disco just last night.

Today, Sun, Dianna had been called in on her day off to look into. The police commissioner was getting pressure from the sensitive insurance coverage since Siobhan Mullins'disappearing, and it seemed there was a in series ... what ... liquidator ? kidnapper ? There were no ransom promissory note, so murder seemed likely, though there were no sign of a struggle at any of the crime sites.

*Was* there a connection ? So many fade in so short-change a time ... there had to be ! What was she missing ?

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Sorry, that was a lot of exhibition for a sex story ! You 'd think I was trying to compose a plot of ground 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. fountainhead, in my nightmare she had. I was still breathing heavily from waking up after the impact of seeing that.

After having breakfast I brushed my tooth and then headed out the door. I needed to run around or something to get this pent-up flighty energy out. As I stepped out my apartment door I bumped into a charwoman in a stringent pink t-shirt and total darkness yoga pants, a neighbour from down the hall, a single mom I had had my eye on for a while, as she was quite toned, in good 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 reek her essence and ... sulfur ? She looked at me with wide of the mark gorgeous green centre framed by her articulatio humeri length brown hair.

Oh, very clever, Demie, I thought to myself. You were able to tweak out of my head that I liked this Lady so you 're pretending to be her and I now get to have another fantasy fulfilled ! Fool me once, shame on you ... horse around me twice, pity on me ! I knew her game.

I gave her a dazzling smile, playing along. `` Hi, I 'm Tom ... can I interest you in a cup of chocolate ? '' I was still holding her and she had started to take a breath more than heavily. I helped her to support back up.

'' Oh, '' she replied, a bit unfirm, `` I have to get back to my daughter ... '' Then she paused, considering. `` ... but I suppose a warm cup would be dainty. I 'm Erica. '' She offered her hand.

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

She turned and caught me looking, and then continued turning until she faced me directly. She was nibbling her lower lip as her center roamed my consistency. I could see her teat, quite big now through her blind drunk 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 aroused ... '' she murmured as I lifted her shirt and sportsman bra. I dived into those marvelous boobs, nibbling and sucking at the big mammilla. She fell back onto the couch and I pulled at her yoga pants. Her orange tree flip-flop panties came down with them. They came off of one leg and dangled from the other leg 's articulatio talocruralis. I was impressed at how Demie could make parts of her consistence look like clothing, but of track those parts had to stay on connected to the rest of her.

I quickly removed my clothes and lined up my turncock. Erica's/Demie 's trimmed pussycat was visibly wet so I did n't demand to go down on her for lubrication. She watched with undisguised lust as I slowly sunk the forefront of my shaft into her hot cunt. She moaned in pleasure.

It felt different from Demie 's damned vagina, a little looser but wetter, and certainly not as hot, temperature Wise, and I again marveled at how she could work herself an accurate copy of who she was pretending to be, right down to the vaginal shape and muscle system. I knew this was exactly how it would suffer 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 human face adoringly. well done, Demie, I thought. You 'd almost suppose this was actually my neighbor.

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

Suddenly she started to cum, thrusting her hips at me as she softly groaned. I could feel her puss throb around my shaft. I was n't ready to cum yet, though. I sat back up, taking a clutches of her toned peg and pulling them parallel with my chest so her feet were up by my head. I then grabbed her speed thighs and pulled them toward me as I started to really plow into her.

'' Oh God ... '' she groaned. That should have clued me in right 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 turncock 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 doggie trend. I made trusted to switch the angle of my incursion so as to hit her g-spot often. I could sense her pussycat start to spellbind my shaft and my own orgasm was also rapidly approaching.

With one deal I shoved her face into the shock of the lounge as I sped up, ramming harder, bending her forward to get the deepest penetration. I could see her trying to call out something, muffled by the shock absorber, 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 bask my impermanent supremacy of her.

I thrust one final time and started to botch my load thick inside her. I heard `` Erica '' yelp, and then I could find her cumming on my cock, the massaging of her twat muscles urging even more spermatozoon out of my ballock to surface her insides.

Finally, spent, I pulled out and sat back on the lounge. Erica/Demie, trembling, my spermatozoon dripping from her kitty-cat, took a few second to recover. 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 oral fissure !

I almost had a conniption fit, thinking I was going to die, my person 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 mouth ? I 've ... I 've never done this sort of thing before, after just meeting person ... but you smelled so beneficial ... I had to own you. ``

Smelled good ? I ... oh no ... I had forgotten to shower after having sex with Demie the dark before. When THE real erica had bumped into me in the dormitory she had gotten a whiff of Demie 's sex secretion, still on my prick and facial expression, and that stuff and nonsense was more effective than Spanish people Fly !

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

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

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

She looked worried, though whether it was about her possible pregnancy or the unaccountable aspect 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 deal on the cheek, and then decided against it. She left, giving me one last confused, distress look as she closed the door behind her.

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police detective Sergeant Dianna sheepherder continued her investigation. Jessi Bayfield seemed to receive been simply a normal fille who liked to company with her friends and went to the local college. She had an ex-boyfriend but he had moved out of town weeks ago, and he had an alibi.

She looked at the picture of the teenager again. Dianna herself was in her 30 's but she would have fucked a hot new redhead like that in a consequence if she had had the chance.

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

police detective sergeant-at-law Aaron Bilson poked his head into her room. `` Hey, Dykeanna ... ''

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

He stepped in. `` Did ya hear the scuttlebutt ? A dim'n white got called to some bar live on Nox, and the bartender swore up and down that Jessica Alba came in and wiped out a biker bunch ! ``

She gave him a dubious look.

He held up his hired hand, two finger's breadth up. `` Scout 's honor ! The infirmary confirmed three burly biker type were treated for injuries last night, but those guy 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 subject ), the disappearances, and now this, this townsfolk was getting really weird, fast.

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One month ago ...

Tom looked at the strange old volume he had picked up at the flea grocery store. Within the rule book were esoteric authorship that spoke of power to those who dared to break the laws of man, but no specific beyond one go to come up an goddam servant to do his dictation. There were many pages torn out but this one charm remained.

Over the next couple of workweek he returned to the book to look back the contingent of the turn over and over. What he had first thought to be some nut case writer 's ramblings made more and more sense every time he read it.

A week later he had decided he would do it ; he would kill someone to powerfulness the spell. His life was okay but not great. A demonic servant to do his bid would pull in his life sentence awful ! Now, who was likely to not be missed ?

To be continued ...