This is a story of cursory, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In veridical life, use a condom, damnit ! undesirable babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser intimate 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 foreland ( 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 mobilise a sex devil from Hell. She loves to smoke my pot, so she spared my life, stays with me, and occasionally we have incredible sex.

The other Night Demie killed a young lady while we were having a threesome. It variety of fucked me up. I went on a bender and Demie, shapeshifted to attend like Jessica Alba, took out a clump of rockers that were giving us trouble. She can lay down herself feeling ( and feel ) like any young woman I want ! But is it worth it ?

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Yesterday :

Detective Sergeant Dianna sheepman looked at the board again, as she had done every workday, multiple times a day, since the third missing person report came in. The tally was now six missing mass in six days. Pictures of all those people were on the board.

If there had been any real number connector between those hoi polloi there would stimulate been red drawstring going to and from the pushpins holding the pictures 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 morning a poodle dragging a threesome had been found in the ballpark. Marsha Patterson, age 43, the owner of said poodle dog, was nowhere to be found.

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

Abe Sorensen, age 65, had been reported missing from his menage, also endure Mon good afternoon. His neighbors had n't seen him go out or anyone come in since he came home Fri good afternoon. He lived alone so he could let disappeared at any spot 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 household Tuesday afternoon.

Ida Spratt, 87, had been put to bed in her care home Thursday evening. In the forenoon she was gone. The elderly charwoman was bedrid, so could not take in wandered off on her own. The alone matter left in her bed when they checked in the break of day was a smelly tidy sum left by the incontinent old woman.

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

Today, William Ashley Sunday, Dianna had been called in on her day off to investigate. The police commissioner was getting air 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 murder seemed probably, though there were no signs of a struggle at any of the crime sites.

*Was* there a connection ? So many disappearance in so short a time ... 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 recall I was trying to save a secret plan or something ... I 'll try to prevent us on track.

Demie had just killed my Dad while having sex with him on my new sofa. 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 vigour out. As I stepped out my flat room access I bumped into a woman in a tight pinko t-shirt and Black yoga pants, a neighbor from down the hall, a single mom I had had my eye on for a patch, as she was quite toned, in good shape for a stay-at-home mom.

We had bumped together difficult and I caught her before she stumbled. We were quite close now and I could smell her essence and ... sulfur ? She looked at me with all-inclusive gorgeous green heart framed by her shoulder joint length brown hair.

Oh, very clever, Demie, I thought to myself. You were able to pluck out of my head that I liked this dame so you 're pretending to be her and I now get to have another fantasy fulfilled ! tomfool me once, ignominy 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 involvement you in a cup of coffee ? '' I was still holding her and she had started to breathe Thomas More heavily. I helped her to stand back up.

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

I shook her hand but continued holding it. I ushered her into my post and closed the door behind us, admiring her nicely influence tush in those yoga gasp 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 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 aroused ... '' she murmured as I lifted her shirt and sports bra. I dived into those fantastic boobs, nibbling and sucking at the large pap. She fell back onto the couch and I pulled at her yoga trouser. Her orange tree G-string scanty came down with them. They came off of one leg and dangled from the other leg 's ankle joint. I was impressed at how Demie could shit parts of her consistency look like clothing, but of course those parts had to rest touch base to the residuum of her.

I quickly removed my clothes and lined up my turncock. 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 head of my rooster into her hot pussy. She moaned in pleasure.

It felt different from Demie 's infernal vagina, a trivial looser but bedwetter, and certainly not as hot, temperature wise, and I again marveled at how she could make herself an accurate written matter of who she was pretending to be, right down to the vaginal figure and musculature. I knew this was exactly how it would have 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 look adoringly. wellspring done, Demie, I thought. You 'd almost retrieve this was actually my neighbor.

On my one-third push I managed to get my pecker all the way inside her. I bent forward and started to suck on those magnificent titty 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 finger her pussy throb around my rooster. I was n't fix to cum yet, though. I sat back up, taking a cargo deck of her tone up wooden leg and pulling them parallel with my thorax so her feet were up by my read/write head. I then grabbed her speed second joint and pulled them toward me as I started to really turn 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 rakehell that would feature been helping my genius work 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 turn around. I managed to get my stopcock back into her easily and we fucked doggie style. I made certainly to convert the angle of my penetration so as to hit her g-spot often. I could sense her purulent beginning to spellbind my cock and my own orgasm was also rapidly approaching.

With one helping hand I shoved her grimace into the shock absorber of the frame as I sped up, ramming harder, bending her forward to get the deepest incursion. 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 get it on that I knew it was really her. I was going to bask my temporary domination of her.

I thrust one last time and started to blow my lading deep inside her. I heard `` true heath '' yelp, and then I could feel her cumming on my tool, the massaging of her cunt brawn 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 dripping from her pussy, took a few arcminute to recuperate. 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 mouth !

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

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

Smelled commodity ? I ... oh no ... I had forgotten to shower after having sex with Demie the night before. When THE real number ERICA had bumped into me in the anteroom she had gotten a whiff of Demie 's sex secernment, still on my cock and face, and that stuff and nonsense was more effective than Spanish Fly !

I had then taken the single mom neighbor into my apartment and fucked her whacky, after just meeting her ! I looked at her yoga pants and underclothing 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 more fuddle now. `` I had just taken out the garbage. Some of my eggs had gone bad and they were stinking up my blank space, '' 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 howling breasts and had grabbed her flip-flop. As she slipped it back on she said, `` public speaking of eggs ... um ... this was actually a bad time to ingest bareback sex. I tried to separate you but ... '' She looked at where I had pushed her fount into the couch. I felt sick.

She looked worried, though whether it was about her possible pregnancy or the unexplainable expression on my facial expression ( or both ), I could n't state. `` Um ... I 'll ... let you know, okay ? '' She leaned forward and looked like she was going to open me a batch on the cheek, and then decided against it. She left, giving me one last confused, suffering look as she closed the door behind her.

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tec sergeant-at-law Dianna Shepherd continued her investigating. Jessi Bayfield seemed to experience been simply a normal daughter who liked to party with her champion and went to the topical anaesthetic college. She had an ex-boyfriend but he had moved out of township weeks ago, and he had an alibi.

She looked at the characterisation of the teenager again. Dianna herself was in her 30 's but she would deliver fucked a hot Lester Willis Young redhead like that in a present moment if she had had the chance.

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

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

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

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

She gave him a dubitable look.

He held up his hand, two digit up. `` Scout 's accolade ! The hospital confirmed three burly biker type 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 head. With the bum that had been burned alive a week ago ( Bilson 's fount ), the disappearance, and now this, this town was getting really weird, fast.

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One month ago ...

Tom looked at the foreign old book he had picked up at the flea marketplace. Within the book were esoteric writings that rundle of power to those who dared to break the laws of man, but no specifics beyond one spell to summon an infernal servant to do his bidding. There were many page torn out but this one spell remained.

Over the future couple of workweek he returned to the book of account to review the details of the magical spell over and over. What he had first thought to be some trash 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 defeat individual to power the while. His spirit was okay but not great. A demonic retainer to do his bidding would ca-ca his life awesome ! Now, who was likely to not be missed ?

To be continued ...