This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In actual life, use a rubber, damnit ! undesirable sister, HIV and all sorts of less sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dunk his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I pipe dream of Demie 28 - Hot water system ( MF, magic, mc, oral exam, impreg ?, viol )

by Krosis of the Collective

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I had wanted to try out the sweat room in our apartment construction since I had first seen it a few twenty-four hours ago. Clad only in my swim trunks after I hung my T-shirt on a hook outside the elbow room, I opened the door.

'' close up it ! '' I heard a Whitney Young female person voice snap, and I quickly slipped in and pulled the door shut behind me. I turned, and through the all-pervasive cloud of steam saw a slight figure sitting off to the face of the hot rocks on the semicircular judiciary, wearing a towel. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, I headed to the diametrical side.

'' Hey, '' I greeted her as I sat. It was intemperately to make out feature article in the steam, but I could see that she had red hair.

She nodded but did n't say anything more. Her red hair form of reminded me of Jessi, the outset adult female Demie had brought menage for us to make out. She was also the foremost and only person Demie had killed in front of me, while I was having sex with her.

Despite the horror of that retentiveness, my shaft started to get hard as I remembered how the slim down Brigham Young woman had felt when I fucked her. What the fuck was wrong with me ? I closed my eyes and lay back against the wall.

After a twosome of minutes, I was startled by the loud `` PSSHHH ! '' of water being ladled onto the careen by my companion. She sat back down, but this metre in the shopping mall of the bench, off to the side, instead of across from me.

I closed my oculus again, controlling my breathing. I had to think of something early than Jessi.

true heath, my brunette other neighbor, slipped into my thoughts. Unlike Jessi, she was a fit MILF, with soft curves that came from having a child. I had accidentally thought that she was Demie in disguise, so I had fucked her and cum inside her without protection. That had been one hot encounter.

'' You smell nice. ``

I opened my eyes and my sweat room associate was sitting next to me, her gray oculus sparkling as they scanned my trunk. This close, I could finally make out her lineament, and she was cute. Not like Jessi at all, but with smooth tanned tegument instead of pallidity and freckles. `` Um, thanks, '' I replied, sitting straight. Shit, had I forgotten to shower after having sex with Demie again ? The smell of her sex juice turned cleaning woman sex-crazy.

I thought for a bit. No, I had definitely showered at to the lowest degree twice since then.

'' What 's that fragrance you 're wearing ? '' she asked, getting closer, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled more than of ... what ? What was causing me to smell out overnice ? I flinched as I felt her small hired man on my bare thigh. I noticed her towel had separated around her legs and her tanned amphetamine thighs were peeking out.

My cock was fully hard now, and she noticed. `` Let me assist you with that, '' she offered as she knelt down before me and pulled at my trunks. I shifted my butt up and my harshness slapped my stomach as it came free.

'' Ooh ... '' she moaned as she took it into her manus, stroke. Her towel was starting to slip and more of her cleavage peeked out. I reached forward and pulled it free, revealing her squeamish B-cup breasts, pale instead of suntanned like the rest of her.

She moved forward and took my cock into her mouth. I sat back, moaning in pleasure. She was n't bad at giving blowjobs, but I 'd had better. It was kind of like eating pizza, though ; even if it is n't as ripe as some you 've had before, it 's still pizza pie, y'know ?

After a duad of minute, she stopped sucking my shaft and tossed her towel to the side before climbing into my lap. As she lined my prick up with her spectacular pussy sass I noticed that `` the carpeting did n't fit the drapes '' : she had a trigon of dark pubic hair down there. I only experienced a mo of disappointment before her very wet but fast slit surrounded my hammer and we groaned in unison.

'' I ca n't consider I 'm doing this, '' she gasped as she angled her pelvic arch for bully penetration. `` It 's so unlike me ! ``

'' I 'm not complaining, '' I replied, grabbing her hips and lifting her a fiddling before I pulled her back down. Now at the redress angle, my cock slipped all the way inside her.

'' Oh shiiitt ... '' she moaned.

I glommed my mouth to one of her material nipples with their astray areolae and I felt her cum a trivial around my cock. Then she began grinding her crotch against mine.

The threshold opened and someone there gasped. I did n't see who it was, but the door slammed shut again and we were still alone. `` We 'd better finish fast, '' I urged her.

She grabbed my shoulder and leveraged herself up, her infantry on the work bench on either incline so that she was squatting over me, and then started to bounce on my hammer hard. I was n't going to net long at this rate.

'' Where ... do you ... want me ... to cum ? '' I grunted.

She slowed down. `` Oh ... I want it ... but ... umm ... '' She did n't break off fucking me, though.

'' Are you on the pill ? '' I prompted, trying to get her brainpower working.

'' Yes ... yes ... '' she moaned, and renewed her thrusting.

Finally, I grabbed her in a digest hug, holding her tight and burying my grimace in her cervix as I came.

'' Oh ! Oh God ! '' she cried out as she felt me spurting inside her, and then she came herself, her pussy squeezing Thomas More cum from my cock.

Finally, with our sexual climax subsided, she pulled off of me and lay down on the bench, breathing heavily. After a few mo she reached down, extracted some of my cum from between her vaginal lips, and looked at it.

'' Oh dirt, '' she said, `` I do n't love what I was thinking. I stopped taking the pill after my fellow broke up with me last month. I 've been a couple on hebdomad without it. ``

I gave her a apprehensive look.

She half-smiled. `` I 'll just conduct three tonight and get back on it. It 's probably hunky-dory ? ``

I was pretty sure that was n't how they worked, but I was n't about to `` mansplain '' birth control to a woman.

I held out my hand. `` I 'm Tom ... 1304. ``

She took it and gave me a shake. `` Vicky, 506. ``

'' We did n't feature prison term to discuss anything, Vicky, but I 'm in a relationship, though it is open air. ``

She considered. `` Huh ... I just got out of a relationship, which probably explains why I was so turned on. '' She paused. `` I think ? Like I said, that really was n't something I 'd normally do. ``

I shrugged and pulled my drown bole back on. `` Well, see ya around, Vicky. '' I took one final stage longsighted feel at the gorgeous raw woman laying there, saving the memory to `` the spank banking concern '', and then headed back to the apartment. Luckily, whoever had opened the sauna room access earlier had n't hung around so I did n't have to explain myself.

When I got back I headed into Kate 's bedroom. She was just changing babe Amy 's diaper.

'' Do I smell out nice ? '' I asked her.

She handed me the soiled diaper. `` That 's all I can smell right now. ``

I wrinkled my nose, dropped the nasty thing into the sealing diaper pail, and gave it a twist. a lot better !

Kate gave me a sniff. `` A little sweaty, maybe, but not super nice. '' She sniffed again, abstruse. `` Did you have sex ? ``

'' Oh, yeah ... Wyrd encounter in the sweat room with some random fille. She was acting like I had Demie 's scent on me, but there was no way. ``

Kate paused, and then held her arm up, palm toward me. I looked at it.

'' high five ? '' she offered.

'' Oh ! '' I said, and slapped her palm.

Kate stepped forward and gave me another snuff. `` I 'm not getting turned on by your scent, Tom. Maybe you just found some char whose biochemistry really synchronize with you ? ``

'' I guess ? Thanks sister. '' I gave her a kiss and headed off to shower.

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Detective Dianna shepherd woke and immediately realized that something was wrong. It took her a moment, but then she heard it : mortal was in her apartment ! She figured that she did n't take in enough clock time to get her piece out of the gun safe, so she grabbed her extendible baton from where it was hidden in her wind sock drawer. Gripping the break nightstick 's hilt tight, she padded lightly down the hallway in her nightgown.

She felt one of the shoulder straps shimmy and, annoyed, quickly fixed it. She had lost a lot of weight recently, causing her dress to flow off of her. She was going to see the doctor about it soon, but she just had no vigor these Clarence Day ! At this point, adrenaline was the only matter keeping her moving forward.

She slipped into baby Seth 's room. He was gone ! Her anterior naris flared. She was going to fuck mortal up for this.

She tiptoed down the hallway and used the reflectance of the drinking glass of one of the pictures on the paries to spy into the living room. At least two perps, one holding Seth. She could n't cannonball along in or her son could be hurt. Her sole chance was to bluff.

'' Put the child down carefully and walk away, '' she called out, `` and I wo n't put a bullet between your eyes. I 'm a constabulary military officer ... you 've made a big fault coming here. ``

'' I 'm surprised you 're wake, Detective Shepherd, '' a female voice with a Southern twang called back. `` You must have terrific stamina. ``

toughness ? Shepherd wondered. `` utmost chance ! will the boy or I drop you. ``

'' Oh, come out, Dianna ... I came for the boy, and I 'm not leaving without him. ``

They were at an stalemate, Dianna realized. She stepped into the living room, keeping the fist holding the collapsed baton hidden behind her hip. She saw three people, two of which were big men wearing ski masks and bulletproof waistcoat, with combat knife in their bridge player. The tierce was a thirtysomething blonde fair sex, unarmed, but she was holding Seth ! The boy seemed unhurt, and was still asleep.

The blond shook her foreland upon seeing sheepherder. `` Oh my, he 's really drained you, has n't he ? A growing boy needs his sustenance. '' She glanced down at Seth and then back up. `` If I 'd arrived a couple of 24-hour interval later, we might not even have had to have this conversation. ``

'' What do you want with my son ? ``

'' He was promised to me by mortal you 're intimately familiar with, my beloved. It 's zip personal. You were the right vas at the rightfield time, and she was in pauperization of my assistant. ``

Dianna thought quickly. Intimate ... she ? `` Demie ? What does she get to do with this ? ``

'' Everything, sheepman, but your division in this has come to an end. good-by. '' The charwoman turned toward the look door as her compatriots stepped forward, their knife before them.

epinephrin flared anew in Dianna 's veins as she rushed forward, snapping the wand out with a flick of her wrist. In her current state she could n't take these bozo through sheer force, so she 'd have to ad-lib. With her off bridge player she grabbed a tabular array lamp and threw it at one of them, ripping the power cord free from the lamp 's root as she did so and knocking him off balance. Then she stepped forward and twisted as the other man thrust his knife. She felt the blade swiff through her gauzy nightgown, missing her flesh due to how outsize the peignoir had become on her. As she completed her 360-degree swivel, she used the strength of her impulse to make for the tip of the baton across the eyes of her attacker.

'' Aaahgh ! '' the man screamed and drew back as he protected his grimace. The former one stepped forward now, and Shepherd grabbed a vase of drooping, almost dead flowers that she 'd been given by her coworkers when she went on maternity leave and stepped back. She saw the man smirk as he approached. As he got within range of mountains she took another dance step back and threw the vase down, smashing it and instantly creating a pool of water that created a electrical circuit from the man 's rush to the lamp 's damaged power cable, which was still plugged into the wall.

There was a split second and the lighting went out. The electrocuted man flew back, hitting his head word on the border of her sensitive cabinet and collapsing.

She looked to her strawman door. It was wide open and the char was gone ! sheepherder leaped over the puddle and was about to scare away out after her when she heard the remaining goon rushing her from tooshie. At the stopping point moment she ducked and tucked herself into a glob as the man attempted to correct his row and failed. His branch went out from under him as he tripped over her and fell forward. sheepman was on him in an instant but she had gotten golden : he looked at her fearfully with his remaining good eye as he choked on his own blade that had lodged itself, point first, into his throat. Morbidly realizing that the man 's sudden want of depth percept had contributed to his fall, she left him dying as she hurled herself into the hallway.

Which way did that woman go ? Stairs or elevator ? They were in diametric directions. She swooned and caught herself on the wall.

Looking down, she saw ancestry dripping down her legs. She realized that she had n't completely sidestepped that maiden knife thrust, and now she felt her ribs burning. No ! She had to ... had to ...

She swooned and then collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

To be continued ...