I Dreaming Of Demie 2 - A New Couch


Fantasy
This is a story of insouciant, unprotected sex, and is a study of fiction. In real liveliness, use a condom, damnit ! undesirable sister, HIV and all sort of lesser intimate diseases await the changeling who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 2 - A New lounge ( MF, con )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Previously, on I Dream of Demie :

Hi, my gens 's Tom. I killed a man to muster a sex demon from Hell. She loves to smoke my pot, so she spared my life, stays with me, and occasionally we have incredible sex.

Tonight she brought this hot chick household and we totally had a threesome ... then she killed her.

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I sat there, shocked, my lap covered in feces, piddle, and what was left of the semen from my orgasm a few seconds ago, staring at the abruptly eubstance of the previously hot redhead lying beside me. Only seconds before we had been fucking and then ... then ...

I closed my heart. I will never blank out how the inadequate girl felt on my prick as Demie kissed her, Jessi 's body going into orgasmic daze as her mortal was sucked out of her mouth. Her pussy had gripped my phallus like a vise, making my orgasm almost awful. Truth to state, it had felt incredible.

Then Jessi had gone slack and my stopcock was embedded in dead meat. Unlike in the moving-picture show, dead dead body give up their dissipation because their internal muscles are no longer holding that crap in, hence the mess I was in now, figuratively and literally.

I looked at Demie over my shoulder joint. She was still naked but she had reverted to her demonic form, horns protruding from her forehead above a face that was still a combination of Janis Janis Joplin, Demi Henry Spencer Moore and my ex-girlfriend Laura. Despite how aphrodisiacal the succubus looked, my cock was done for the night ... possibly forever.

'' How could you do that do her ? '' I asked. `` She trusted you ! ``

Demie cocked one supercilium, another mannerism the telepathic ogre must induce picked up from the image of Laura in my head. `` Hello ? ! Demon ! I need to eat, dope. Speaking of which ... ''

She came around the couch and approached Jessi 's body. `` This might take aim some fourth dimension, '' she said, and as I watched Demie 's jaw unhinged, allowing her mouth to open broad, spacious than any human 's could. The sexy demon with the now grotesque face pulled Jessi 's head into that gaping maw. Demie 's cervix bulged as the abruptly missy 's red tomentum vanished down her gullet and her shoulders reached Demie 's mouth. Again her jaw extended to hold, and the shoulders went in.

I rushed to the lavatory and barfed into the toilet. I could get wind the fracture of off-white from the aliveness room. I stumbled into the shower.

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An time of day later I emerged from the bathroom, scrubbed raw. I doubted I 'd ever get Jessi 's shit smell off of me, though there was no chance any was actually still on me.

Demie was gone, as were Jessi 's dress and dead body. My sofa was a lost cause. I wrapped the shock in cellophane and managed to get the frame down the elevator by myself to sink the altogether mess off by the garbage downstairs. If anyone asked I would tell them I was incontinent from the flu. I had barfed, after all.

I could n't kip that Nox. Would I ever sleep again ?

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The next morning I went out shopping for a new sofa. I found a Nice one at a second hand computer memory and they said they would turn in it in the afternoon. As I exited the entrepot into the cold wintery air I noticed the church across the street.

I never really believed in God, but I had a freak out daimon from Hell staying with me ! If there 's a the pits, does n't that mean there has to be a paradise ? And God is always stronger than the dickens, right ?

I crossed the street and went up to the dance step of the church building. When I tried to put my infantry on the first step ... I could n't. I just did n't want to. I mean, I wanted to, but then I did n't want to just I was about to move my human foot. I could get no closer to the church.

Demie had said my soul was hers. I was damned ... I could n't go in holy ground !

I wanted to call out to anyone in the Christian church who could hear me ... then, again, I did n't want to. Argh !

Finally, I walked away. I would feel no succor there.

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I found a sordid bar that opened early and drank myself silly. By the fourth dimension I got home it was ahead of time afternoon. I flopped onto my bed and napped.

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The buzzing of the intercom woke me up. Oh shit, the new couch ! I rushed out and let the pitch guys in. The new couch fit nicely where the old one had been.

I sat on it, feeling the unfamiliar fabric of the sidearm. It was dissimilar enough from the old one that it would n't bring back the store of Jessi when I was sitting on it, but a couch is a couch, y'know ? I was sad.

Fuck it, I said to myself, meter for more boozing. I downed a feeding bottle of water and a multi-vitamin, and then headed back to that crappy bar.

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I was working on leveling up my drinking skill from Sloshed to Pickled when the girl came up and sat future to me at the bar. I looked over and ... holy place shit ! Jessica fucking Alba ! She smiled that gorgeous Jessica Alba smile at me.

'' Hey, '' she said, `` what ya drinkin'? ``

I looked at my glass. I had stopped choosing my own drinks at some point, telling the bartender to indulge himself and get originative. `` Uh ... I think it 's bitters and antifreeze. ``

'' Ha ! '' she laughed, and signaled the bartender for the same.

The barkeep gave a double take as he realized who he was serving. `` On the sign, '' he said, nodding.

She gave him a gorgeous grinning as well, sipping her drinkable. She returned her regard to me.

I looked her up and down. She was wearing tight denim, cattleman boot and a tight white t-shirt. I was recalling that she had worn something standardised in one of her movies, though I could n't recall which one. She was a knockout.

If I had n't been drunk I would have realized what was going on, but I was rapidly approaching Pickled.

She was still looking at me. I was about to ask Ms. Alba what a nice girlfriend like her was doing in a place like this, all Bogey style, but then a magnanimous wall in the condition of a man was suddenly between us, his ass in my face.

'' Hey babe, '' the large biker dude said to Jessica, leaning against the bar. `` Buy you a drink ? ``

'' No thanks, '' I heard her say. `` I 'm having a conversation here. ``

'' Sure you are, baby ... with me. Hey, I loved you in that Sin City movie. ``

That was the movie I was trying to recall ! Thanks man-mountain ! I downed the rest of my boozing. LEVEL UP ! I had achieved Pickled.

I stood up, putting my deal waaay up on the guy 's articulatio humeri. `` Hey buddy, the daughter was talking to me. ``

You know those cartoons when glitch bunny rabbit or whoever face-off somebody so big that they have to stretch out their neck and there 's this fisheye lens effect so the guy looks 20 feet tall ? It may hold been the pot likker, but I swear that was what happened as the beau turned toward me. The guy 's bald head, way up in the raftsman of the bar, looked down on me with sunglass and a big, bushy red handlebar mustache.

From out of the moustache came the intelligence, `` Fuck off, pissant. '' The end Book rained spittle down on my look. Then he turned back away from me.

'' Hey ! '' I yelled, stepping back from the bar so I was to the man-mountain 's side.

I could almost hear the sound of a Tree falling as he slowly turned toward me again. His arm came up in a fist ... through the booze haze I realized I had made a frightful mistake and closed my eyes and held my breath.

I waited ... nothing.

I opened my middle. Jessica Alba had come between us and was holding the guy 's articulatio radiocarpea in a tight grip. The guy was obviously shocked that she was able to terminate him mid-swing.

It only took him a moment, though, and his other arm came up to bat her away. Only ... he missed. She ducked under the cuff, pulling the arm she already had a hold of hard and threw him over her shoulder and onto a mesa. Luckily it was empty, as his exercising weight broke it into flinders and the unanimous thing crashed to the ground.

I looked at her, dumbfounded.

'' Pilates, '' she said for explanation, and turned as his three buddies rushed us from the pool table area.

After `` Jessica '' had hare punched the first reinforcement in the stomach and connected a kick to the secondly one 's side that could cause come from a horse cavalry, the third one ran out the back door. As sot as I was, I finally figured out what was going on. We left quickly.

We ran and she pulled me into an alley a few blocks later. I recognized it ... the one where I had burned the bum awake to muster her a workweek ago. constabulary tape was hanging from the wall. Had the law investigated it as a murder ?

She pulled me to the bulwark, her back to it. She looked into my centre as she started to unfasten my swath and pull in down my zipper. I could smell her faint brimstone odour. My rooster was getting hard, fast.

'' Demie, '' I murmured.

'' Fuck me, '' Demie with Jessica Alba 's boldness commanded. Her apparel vanished and a naked movie star was pulling my severe shaft to her pussy.

I took her, there against the wall, right on the position where I had immolated a man whose only criminal offense was having no rest home of his own. I nibbled her neck and earlobe, making sure not to kiss her lips. Her pussy felt different and I wondered if she had actually managed to completely suit Jessica Alba physically. That I was actually fucking a perfect copy of the sexy actress only excited me more, and in my thrill state I did n't last long, blowing my load inside her hot pussy.

As I pulled away Demie/Jessica said, `` I have n't cum yet, stud. '' Then she pushed my school principal down to her crotch. I could see my cum dripping from the unfamiliar but gorgeous pussy before me. I did n't require to ...

She pulled my boldness to her pussy and I had no choice ; she was too strong ! I licked at her clit and pussy lips, slurping up my seminal fluid as I went. I 'd tried tasting my own cum when I was younger ( have n't we all ? ), but never liked it ... too salty ... but I did my best. Within a few bit I focused my clapper more on her clitoris as I pushed two digit into her sopping pussy. Within a couple more than moment I could get wind her gasping and then her cunt gripped my fingers as she orgasmed.

She held my arm as we walked back family. She still looked like Jessica Alba, and we turned some headway as we went. `` I can do this for you anytime you, well, *I*, want, Tom, '' she said. `` I can turn any womanhood you want. You can fuck anyone your dirty little head can opine of. ``

My cock stirred in my pants again as I thought about this. Anyone ? My head reeled.

Her voice changed, seeming companion. `` Anyone, Tommy. ``

I looked at her and saw ... my mother ! She looked like she had in old pictures from back when she was my age. My pecker shrivelled and I pulled back.

'' Just kidding, '' Demie chuckled, shifting back to her more comrade Janis/Demi/Laura human sort with the fast jeans, half-top and sandals and taking my arm again. We moved on.

She looked at me. `` You 're upset about last night. ``

I looked at her. `` Yeah I 'm upset ! You fucking killed -- ! '' I hushed up as we passed an sr. twosome, the husband swiveling his headway as he went by to keep an eye on Demie, earning him a wink from Demie and a punch to the articulatio humeri from his lady wife.

More quietly, I hissed to her, `` You killed Jessi ! You brought her home, she was skillful, and you just KILLED her. ``

'' That is my nature, Tom. I need to eat to survive. I ca n't just stop being what I am. '' She looked at me sideways. `` Do n't you like what I can do for you ... *to* you ? Is it that much a price to pay ? You only just met Jessi ; it 's not like she was your best friend. ``

I gulped. The last hebdomad had been incredible ; the most exciting time of my sprightliness. Could I keep living like this, knowing what she did ?

I sighed. I was already damned. In for a cent, in for a pounding. `` Just ... do n't kill anyone while I 'm having sex with them, okay ? '' I asked.

'' Deal ! '' she yelled, bouncing up and down like a giggly schoolgirl with huge knocker, and the Son echoed all along the street. I grabbed her script and we hurried home.

I was totally wiped out so Demie tucked me into bed, kissed my forehead ( freaking me right-hand out for a moment, but I did n't die ), and went back out.

As I lay there I wondered why she had kissed my forehead. What did that mean ? Was she fucking with me again ?

I did n't cause any resolution, and log Z's overtook me a few proceedings later.

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I was sitting on my new couch when the battlefront door opened and in walk Demie. Behind her came my mother and father, beaming.

'' Tommy ! '' Mom said, coming up and hugging me as I rose from the sofa. `` I 'm so happy ! Finally you 've found a proficient woman to take aid of you. ``

'' Uh ... I ... what ... ? ``

Mom continued : `` Demie has been telling us all about her family line. Such pureblood ! You 're marrying above your post, young man. ``

'' Wait ... marriage ? But ... '' I stammered.

The door, still open, admitted a very pregnant blonde woman, Carrie from work ! `` But you have to marry me, Tom ! You knocked me up and my husband left me ! What about the baby ? ! '' She caressed her very lash out tummy.

I heard grunting behind me. Dad and Demie were naked on my couch, him on top of her, fucking her.

'' Dad ! What the fuck ! '' I cried out.

My Dad quickly reached his release and Demie clamped her backtalk to his as he came. He grunted loudly, his old consistency shaking as his soul was sucked out of his mouth. A here and now later he collapsed, his torso loosing all the shit he had been holding in, messing up my new couch just like my old one had been.

I collapsed to my knees, crying.

Demie looked at me, nonplussed, my Dad 's dead dead body still on top of her, inside her. `` It 's just my nature, Tom. ``

And then I woke up.

To be continued ...
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