This is a story of free-and-easy, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a safe, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sort of less sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dim his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 3 - thought With the ill-timed question ( MF, mc, impreg, slack )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Previously, on I Dream of Demie :

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

The early night Demie killed a fille while we were having a trine. It kind of fucked me up. I went on a bender and Demie, shapeshifted to look like Jessica Alba, took out a bunch of bikers that were giving us problem. She can make herself face ( and feel ) like any girlfriend I want ! But is it worth it ?

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Yesterday :

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

If there had been any actual connection between those citizenry there would possess been red strand going to and from the drawing pin holding the pictures on the corkboard, but other than the fact that they all lived in the city, there was no connector ... none at all !

Early last Monday morning a poodle dragging a lead 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 high rolling banker, had gone to the ceiling of his office building for a smoke Monday afternoon and had never come back.

Abe Sorensen, age 65, had been reported missing from his home, also lastly Monday afternoon. His neighbor had n't seen him go out or anyone come in since he came home Fri afternoon. He lived alone so he could birth disappeared at any degree 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 star sign Tues afternoon.

Ida Spratt, 87, had been put to bed in her precaution home Thursday evening. In the morning she was gone. The elderly woman was bedridden, so could not possess wandered off on her own. The solely thing left in her bed when they checked in the dayspring was a smelly mess left by the incontinent old woman.

Finally, Jessi Bayfield, age 19, had gone out with other underage friends and then had disappeared after her friends had gotten rummy after using their pseudo IDs to get into a retro 70 's disco music just last night.

Today, Sunday, Dianna had been called in on her day off to investigate. The constabulary commissioner was getting pressure from the media coverage since Siobhan Mullins'disappearance, and it seemed there was a serial ... what ... murderer ? Kidnapper ? There were no ransom money notes, so slaying seemed probably, though there were no signs of a battle at any of the crime sites.

*Was* there a connection ? So many disappearance in so short a fourth dimension ... 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 think I was trying to compose a secret plan 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. Well, in my nightmare she had. I was still breathing heavily from waking up after the jolt 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 anxious energy out. As I stepped out my apartment threshold I bumped into a fair sex in a pissed pink tee shirt and black yoga pants, a neighbor from down the hall, a single mom I had had my eye on for a spell, as she was quite toned, in practiced shape for a stay-at-home mom.

We had bumped together backbreaking and I caught her before she stumbled. We were quite secretive now and I could smell her aroma and ... sulfur ? She looked at me with wide gorgeous green optic framed by her shoulder length brown hair.

Oh, very clever, Demie, I thought to myself. You were able to fleece out of my head that I liked this lady so you 're pretending to be her and I now get to bear another illusion fulfilled ! muggins me once, shame on you ... fritter me twice, ignominy 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 coffee ? '' I was still holding her and she had started to breathe 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 bridge player but continued holding it. I ushered her into my office and closed the door behind us, admiring her nicely shaped tush in those yoga bloomers 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 low lip as her eyes roamed my body. I could see her nipples, quite striking now through her loaded t-shirt. There would be no umber. I pulled her to me and started kissing her neck, causing her to moan.

'' I 'm so hornlike ... '' she murmured as I lifted her shirt and variation bra. I dived into those fantastic dumbbell, nibbling and sucking at the with child teat. She fell back onto the lounge and I pulled at her yoga gasp. Her orange thong panty came down with them. They came off of one leg and dangled from the early leg 's ankle joint. I was impressed at how Demie could get to parts of her body look like clothing, but of course of instruction those parts had to remain connected to the relief of her.

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

It felt different from Demie 's infernal vagina, a little looser but wetter, and certainly not as hot, temperature Isaac Mayer Wise, and I again marveled at how she could pee-pee herself an exact copy of who she was pretending to be, right down to the vaginal shape and musculature. I knew this was exactly how it would have felt to own sex with the really true heath, and it just turned me on More !

I pulled back and pushed in harder. `` true heath '' groaned, looking up at my aspect adoringly. well done, Demie, I thought. You 'd almost think this was actually my neighbor.

On my third push I managed to get my cock all the way inside her. I bent forward and started to suck on those brilliant titties again as I started to get a cycle going.

Suddenly she started to cum, thrusting her rosehip at me as she softly groaned. I could feel her pussy throb around my turncock. I was n't ready to cum yet, though. I sat back up, taking a hold of her toned legs and pulling them parallel with my chest so her pes were up by my head. I then grabbed her upper 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 field there as to what was going on, but a lot of the blood that would give birth been helping my brain work commodity 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 pecker back into her easily and we fucked doggie style. I made certainly to switch the angle of my insight so as to hit her g-spot often. I could experience her pussy start to grip my cock and my own orgasm was also rapidly approaching.

With one hand I shoved her expression into the cushions of the couch as I sped up, ramming harder, bending her forward to get the deepest penetration. I could hear her trying to hollo out something, muffled by the cushions, but by this stop I did n't manage ... 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 enjoy my temporary domination of her.

I thrust one final sentence and started to blow my load deeply inside her. I heard `` erica '' yelp, and then I could feel her cumming on my cock, the massaging of her snatch sinew urging even more spermatozoan out of my balls to coat her insides.

Finally, spent, I pulled out and sat back on the couch. Erica/Demie, quivering, my sperm dripping from her pussy, took a few minutes to retrieve. 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 backtalk !

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

She stammered, `` I 'm grim ... you do n't like kissing on the mouth ? I 've ... I 've never done this sorting of thing before, after just meeting somebody ... but you smelled so good ... I had to have you. ``

Smelled good ? I ... oh no ... I had forgotten to shower after having sex with Demie the dark before. When THE real number ERICA had bumped into me in the hall she had gotten a puff of air of Demie 's sex secretions, still on my cock and boldness, and that stuff was more efficacious than Spanish Fly !

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

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

She was even more than confused now. `` I had just taken out the food waste. Some of my eggs 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 summercater bra and shirt back down over her marvellous breasts and had grabbed her thong. As she slipped it back on she said, `` Speaking of egg ... um ... this was actually a bad clip 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 distressed, though whether it was about her potential gestation or the unexplainable look on my face ( or both ), I could n't tell. `` Um ... I 'll ... let you make out, okay ? '' She leaned forward and looked like she was going to consecrate me a peck on the impudence, and then decided against it. She left, giving me one finish jumble, suffering face as she closed the doorway behind her.

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Detective police sergeant Dianna Shepherd continued her probe. Jessi Bayfield seemed to have been simply a normal girl who liked to party 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 motion picture of the teen again. Dianna herself was in her 30 's but she would have fucked a hot Young carrottop like that in a moment if she had had the chance.

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

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

She sighed. Once the Male cops had figured out she was a gay woman 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 dark'n whiteness got called to some bar stopping point night, 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 deal, two fingers up. `` Scout 's honor ! The infirmary confirmed three burly biker types were treated for hurt terminal night, but those cat are n't telling who laid them out. Fucked up, huh ? ``

As Bilson left, Dianna shook her heading. With the bum that had been burned alive a week ago ( Bilson 's fount ), the disappearances, and now this, this town was getting really weird, fast.

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One month ago ...

Tom looked at the strange old Bible he had picked up at the flea market. Within the rule book were esoteric writings that spoke of power to those who dared to break the law of man, but no particular beyond one tour to summon an damned servant to do his summons. There were many page torn out but this one go remained.

Over the succeeding pair of weeks he returned to the Holy Scripture to review the details of the spell over and over. What he had first thought to be some crank 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 pop soul to exponent the spell. His life was okay but not great. A demonic servant to do his bidding would realize his sprightliness awing ! Now, who was likely to not be missed ?

To be continued ...