This is a floor of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fabrication. In existent life, use a prophylactic, damnit ! Unwanted child, HIV and all sorts of lesser intimate diseases await the cretin who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 28 - Hot weewee ( MF, deception, mc, oral examination, impreg ?, viol )

by Krosis of the Collective

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I had wanted to try out the sauna in our apartment building since I had first seen it a few mean solar day ago. Clad only in my swim bole after I hung my t-shirt on a hook outside the room, I opened the door.

'' Close it ! '' I heard a young female person vox snap, and I quickly slipped in and pulled the door shut behind me. I turned, and through the all-pervasive swarm of steam saw a lose weight name sitting off to the face of the hot Rock on the semicircular workbench, wearing a towel. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, I headed to the opposite side.

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

She nodded but did n't say anything to a greater extent. Her red hair kind of reminded me of Jessi, the initiative char Demie had brought rest home for us to hump. She was also the first and only person Demie had killed in straw man of me, while I was having sex with her.

Despite the repulsion of that store, my shaft started to get hard as I remembered how the slim 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 couple of minutes, I was startled by the flash `` PSSHHH ! '' of water being ladled onto the rocks by my companion. She sat back down, but this time in the heart and soul of the judiciary, off to the incline, instead of across from me.

I closed my eyes again, controlling my breathing. I had to cogitate of something early than Jessi.

erica, my brunette former neighbor, slipped into my thoughts. Unlike Jessi, she was a fit MILF, with soft curved shape 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 sauna associate was sitting future to me, her hoary middle sparkling as they scanned my body. This end, I could finally constitute out her features, and she was cute. Not like Jessi at all, but with smooth tanned peel instead of paleness and freckles. `` Um, thanks, '' I replied, sitting straight. dump, had I forgotten to shower after having sex with Demie again ? The smell of her sex juices turned women sex-crazy.

I thought for a bit. No, I had definitely showered at least twice since then.

'' What 's that scent you 're wearing ? '' she asked, getting closer, her nostril flaring as she inhaled more than of ... what ? What was causing me to smell nice ? I flinched as I felt her pocket-sized handwriting on my bare second joint. I noticed her towel had separated around her leg and her tanned speed thigh were peeking out.

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

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

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

After a couple of proceedings, she stopped sucking my cock and tossed her towel to the side before climbing into my lap. As she lined my peter up with her large pussy lips I noticed that `` the carpet did n't match the pall '' : she had a triangle of sinister pubic hair down there. I only experienced a moment of letdown before her very wet but mean pussy surrounded my cock and we groaned in unison.

'' I ca n't believe I 'm doing this, '' she gasped as she angled her hips for greater penetration. `` It 's so unlike me ! ``

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

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

I glommed my mouth to one of her material mamilla with their wide areola and I felt her cum a little around my cock. Then she began grinding her privates against mine.

The doorway opened and soul 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 shoulders and leveraged herself up, her foundation on the workbench on either face so that she was squatting over me, and then started to bounce on my cock hard. I was n't going to last 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 block fucking me, though.

'' Are you on the tablet ? '' I prompted, trying to get her brain working.

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

Finally, I grabbed her in a bear hug, holding her tight and burying my face in her neck as I came.

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

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

'' Oh Irish bull, '' she said, `` I do n't bonk what I was thinking. I stopped taking the tablet after my swain broke up with me last-place month. I 've been a partner off weeks without it. ``

I gave her a worried look.

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

I was pretty for certain that was n't how they worked, but I was n't about to `` mansplain '' parturition 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 have time to discourse anything, Vicky, but I 'm in a relationship, though it is unfastened. ``

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

I shrugged and pulled my swim shorts back on. `` Well, see ya around, Vicky. '' I took one last farseeing look at the gorgeous naked woman laying there, saving the memory to `` the spank bank '', and then headed back to the apartment. Luckily, whoever had opened the sauna threshold earlier had n't hung around so I did n't have to explicate myself.

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

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

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

I wrinkled my nose, dropped the nasty thing into the sealing napkin pail, and gave it a winding. Much wagerer !

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

'' Oh, yeah ... weird encounter in the sweat room with some random girl. 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 sniff. `` I 'm not getting turned on by your scent, Tom. Maybe you just found some woman whose biochemistry really syncs with you ? ``

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

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tec Dianna Shepherd woke and immediately realized that something was wrong. It took her a moment, but then she heard it : soul was in her apartment ! She figured that she did n't have decent time to get her piece out of the gun safe, so she grabbed her extendable truncheon from where it was hidden in her drogue draftsman. Gripping the collapsed nightstick 's hilt tight, she padded lightly down the hallway in her nightgown.

She felt one of the articulatio humeri straps slip and, annoyed, quickly fixed it. She had lost a lot of weight unit recently, causing her wearing apparel to hang off of her. She was going to see the physician about it soon, but she just had no energy these days ! At this point, epinephrine was the solely thing keeping her moving forward.

She slipped into baby Set 's way. He was gone ! Her nostrils flared. She was going to fuck somebody up for this.

She tiptoed down the hallway and used the reflectance of the ice of one of the characterization on the wall to spy into the living room. At least two perps, one holding Set. She could n't festinate in or her son could be hurt. Her only chance was to bluff.

'' Put the child down carefully and walk away, '' she called out, `` and I wo n't put a heater between your eyes. I 'm a police policeman ... you 've made a big misapprehension coming here. ``

'' I 'm surprised you 're awake, Detective sheepherder, '' a female part with a Southern twang called back. `` You must have tremendous stamina. ``

stamen ? Shepherd wondered. `` Last luck ! depart the boy or I drop you. ``

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

They were at an impasse, Dianna realized. She stepped into the life room, keeping the fist holding the crumble baton hidden behind her hip. She saw three hoi polloi, two of which were big men wearing ski mask and bulletproof singlet, with combat knives in their paw. The third was a thirtysomething blonde woman, unarmed, but she was holding Seth ! The boy seemed unharmed, and was still asleep.

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

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

'' He was promised to me by someone you 're intimately familiar with, my love. It 's cypher personal. You were the right vessel at the right time, and she was in pauperization of my help. ``

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

'' Everything, sheepherder, but your part in this has come to an end. Goodbye. '' The woman turned toward the front door as her compatriots stepped forward, their knives before them.

Adrenalin flared anew in Dianna 's nervure as she rushed forward, snapping the billystick out with a flick of her carpus. In her stream United States Department of State she could n't take up these guys through sheer strength, so she 'd experience to improvize. With her off hand she grabbed a table lamp and threw it at one of them, ripping the power corduroy unloose from the lamp 's cornerstone 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 nightdress, missing her flesh due to how oversized the negligee had become on her. As she completed her 360-degree swivel, she used the force of her momentum to bring the tip of the wand across the eyes of her attacker.

'' Aaahgh ! '' the man screamed and drew back as he protected his nerve. The early one stepped forward now, and sheepman grabbed a vase of drooping, almost idle flowers that she 'd been given by her coworkers when she went on gestation leave and stepped back. She saw the man smirk as he approached. As he got within kitchen range she took another step back and threw the vase down, smashing it and instantly creating a puddle of water that created a tour from the man 's boots to the lamp 's damaged power cable length, which was still plugged into the wall.

There was a split second and the visible light went out. The fry man flew back, hitting his head word on the sharpness of her culture medium cabinet and collapsing.

She looked to her figurehead threshold. It was wide of the mark open and the cleaning lady was gone ! Shepherd leaped over the puddle and was about to dash out after her when she heard the remaining goon rushing her from rear end. At the last moment she ducked and tucked herself into a orb as the man attempted to castigate his grade and failed. His wooden leg went out from under him as he tripped over her and fell forward. Shepherd was on him in an flash but she had gotten lucky : he looked at her fearfully with his remaining honorable eye as he choked on his own sword that had lodged itself, point first, into his throat. Morbidly realizing that the man 's sudden want of depth sensing had contributed to his decline, she left him dying as she hurled herself into the hallway.

Which way did that adult female go ? Stairs or lift ? They were in inverse counsel. She swooned and caught herself on the wall.

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

She swooned and then collapsed to the level, unconscious.

To be continued ...