This is a fib of everyday, unprotected sex, and is a work of fabrication. In real lifespan, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted child, HIV and all sorting of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I ambition of Demie 2 - A New sofa ( MF, con )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Previously, on I aspiration of Demie :

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

Tonight she brought this hot chick home plate and we totally had a troika ... then she killed her.

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

I closed my eyes. I will never leave how the poor girl felt on my cock as Demie kissed her, Jessi 's physical structure going into orgasmic electrical shock as her psyche was sucked out of her mouthpiece. Her kitty had gripped my penis like a vise, making my climax almost painful. verity to tell, it had felt incredible.

Then Jessi had gone slack and my prick was embedded in dead substance. Unlike in the pic, dead organic structure give up their waste because their intragroup muscles are no longer holding that shit in, hence the mess I was in now, figuratively and literally.

I looked at Demie over my berm. She was still naked but she had reverted to her fiendish pattern, horns protruding from her brow above a case that was still a combination of Janis Joplin, Demi 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 eyebrow, another foible the telepathic demon must take in picked up from the persona of Laura in my heading. `` Hello ? ! demon ! I need to eat, pinhead. oral presentation of which ... ''

She came around the couch and approached Jessi 's trunk. `` This might take some time, '' she said, and as I watched Demie 's jaw unhinged, allowing her mouth to spread out wide, broad than any human 's could. The sexy demon with the now grotesque face pulled Jessi 's head into that gaping maw. Demie 's neck bulged as the dead girl 's red hair's-breadth vanished down her gullet and her shoulders reached Demie 's mouth. Again her jaw extended to accommodate, and the shoulders went in.

I rushed to the lav and barfed into the toilette. I could get a line the cracking of ivory from the living room. I stumbled into the shower.

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

Demie was gone, as were Jessi 's wearing apparel and body. My sofa was a lost cause. I wrapped the cushions in cellophane and managed to get the put down the elevator by myself to send away the whole fix off by the scraps downstairs. If anyone asked I would tell them I was incontinent from the flu. I had barfed, after all.

I could n't catch some Z's that night. Would I ever sleep again ?

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The next first light I went out shopping for a new sofa. I found a nice one at a indorsement deal memory board and they said they would deliver it in the afternoon. As I exited the stock into the dusty wintery air I noticed the church across the street.

I never really believed in God, but I had a freaking demon from hell staying with me ! If there 's a perdition, does n't that mean there has to be a paradise ? And God is always firm than the devil, right ?

I crossed the street and went up to the steps of the church. When I tried to put my infantry on the get-go step ... I could n't. I just did n't need to. I mean, I wanted to, but then I did n't need to just I was about to motivate my fundament. I could get no closer to the church.

Demie had said my psyche was hers. I was damned ... I could n't enter holy ground !

I wanted to hollo out to anyone in the church who could get wind me ... then, again, I did n't require to. Argh !

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

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I found a seedy bar that opened early and tope myself silly. By the fourth dimension I got home it was early 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 delivery guy in. The new redact fit nicely where the old one had been.

I sat on it, feeling the unfamiliar framework of the sidearm. It was different enough from the old one that it would n't bring back the memory of Jessi when I was sitting on it, but a lounge is a cast, y'know ? I was sad.

nookie it, I said to myself, time for more drinking. 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 science from Sloshed to Pickled when the miss came up and sat next to me at the bar. I looked over and ... holy 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 barkeep to indulge himself and get creative. `` Uh ... I think it 's bitters and antifreeze. ``

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

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

She gave him a gorgeous smile as well, sipping her drink. She returned her regard to me.

I looked her up and down. She was wearing tight jeans, cowboy kicking and a tight livid t-shirt. I was recalling that she had worn something similar in one of her movies, though I could n't echo which one. She was a knockout.

If I had n't been salute I would receive 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 decent girlfriend like her was doing in a place like this, all Bogey style, but then a large wall in the conformation of a man was suddenly between us, his ass in my face.

'' Hey infant, '' the large biker sheik 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 picture. ``

That was the movie I was trying to recollect ! Thanks man-mountain ! I downed the remainder of my drink. LEVEL UP ! I had achieved Pickled.

I stood up, putting my hand waaay up on the guy 's shoulder. `` Hey buddy, the girl was talking to me. ``

You know those toon when Bugs bunny girl or whoever encounters somebody so big that they have to crane their neck and there 's this fisheye lens effect so the guy looks 20 feet marvelous ? It may hold been the hard liquor, but I swear that was what happened as the dude turned toward me. The guy 's barefaced head, way up in the rafters of the bar, looked down on me with sunglasses and a big, bushy red handlebar mustache.

From out of the moustache came the parole, `` nookie off, pissant. '' The endure Son rained spittle down on my brass. 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 pick up the sound of a tree falling as he slowly turned toward me again. His arm came up in a fist ... through the hard drink fog I realized I had made a atrocious fault and closed my eye and held my breath.

I waited ... nothing.

I opened my eyes. Jessica Alba had come between us and was holding the guy 's articulatio radiocarpea in a mingy travelling bag. The guy was obviously shocked that she was able to end him mid-swing.

It only took him a second, though, and his early arm came up to bat her away. Only ... he missed. She ducked under the turnup, pulling the arm she already had a custody of hard and threw him over her shoulder and onto a table. Luckily it was empty-bellied, as his system of weights broke it into Flinders and the unit thing crashed to the ground.

I looked at her, dumbfounded.

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

After `` Jessica '' had rabbit punched the first strengthener in the tum and connected a kick to the back one 's face that could birth come from a sawhorse, the third base one ran out the support door. As drunk as I was, I finally figured out what was going on. We left quickly.

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

She pulled me to the paries, her back to it. She looked into my oculus as she started to unfasten my belt and extract down my zipper. I could smell her faint native sulphur scent. My cock was getting hard, fast.

'' Demie, '' I murmured.

'' shag me, '' Demie with Jessica Alba 's face commanded. Her clothes vanished and a naked pic star was pulling my severe cock to her pussy.

I took her, there against the wall, right on the place where I had immolated a man whose simply crime was having no habitation of his own. I nibbled her neck opening and earlobe, making sure enough not to buss her lips. Her snatch felt different and I wondered if she had actually managed to completely become Jessica Alba physically. That I was actually fucking a hone written matter of the sexy actress only excited me more, and in my intoxicated state I did n't last long, blowing my burden inside her hot pussy.

As I pulled away Demie/Jessica said, `` I have n't cum yet, studhorse. '' Then she pushed my head word down to her genitalia. I could see my cum dripping from the unfamiliar but gorgeous pussy before me. I did n't need to ...

She pulled my face to her pussy and I had no option ; she was too impregnable ! I licked at her clit and twat lips, slurping up my semen 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 minutes I focused my spit more on her clitoris as I pushed two fingerbreadth into her soak pussy. Within a couple more min I could hear her gasping and then her kitty-cat gripped my fingers as she orgasmed.

She held my arm as we walked back home. She still looked like Jessica Alba, and we turned some heads as we went. `` I can do this for you anytime you, well, *I*, want, Tom, '' she said. `` I can become any cleaning woman you want. You can make love anyone your dirty trivial mind can remember of. ``

My rooster stirred in my gasp again as I thought about this. Anyone ? My thinker reeled.

Her part changed, seeming familiar. `` Anyone, Tommy. ``

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

'' Just kidding, '' Demie chuckled, shifting back to her Sir Thomas More conversant Janis/Demi/Laura human being form with the cockeyed blue jean, half-top and sandals and taking my arm again. We moved on.

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

I looked at her. `` Yeah I 'm upset ! You fucking killed -- ! '' I hushed up as we passed an honest-to-god couple, the married man swiveling his drumhead as he went by to keep an eye on Demie, earning him a winking from Demie and a poke to the shoulder joint from his noblewoman wife.

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

'' That is my nature, Tom. I need to eat to survive. I ca n't just break off being what I am. '' She looked at me sidelong. `` 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 calendar week had been incredible ; the most exciting clock time of my life. Could I maintain living like this, knowing what she did ?

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

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

I was totally wiped out so Demie tucked me into bed, kissed my forehead ( freaking me proper 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 brow. What did that mean ? Was she fucking with me again ?

I did n't have any reply, and nap overtook me a few hour later.

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I was sitting on my new couch when the front room access opened and in walked Demie. Behind her came my female parent and father, beaming.

'' Tommy ! '' Mom said, coming up and hugging me as I rose from the couch. `` I 'm so felicitous ! Finally you 've found a good woman to take care of you. ``

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

Mom continued : `` Demie has been telling us all about her kinsfolk. Such pureblooded ! You 're marrying above your station, young man. ``

'' delay ... marriage ceremony ? But ... '' I stammered.

The doorway, still unresolved, admitted a very meaning blonde woman, Carrie from work ! `` But you have to marry me, Tom ! You knocked me up and my hubby left me ! What about the baby ? ! '' She caressed her very round tummy.

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

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

My Dad quickly reached his handout and Demie clamped her oral fissure to his as he came. He grunted loudly, his old trunk shaking as his mortal was sucked out of his oral cavity. A moment later he collapsed, his torso loosing all the dogshit he had been holding in, messing up my new lounge just like my old one had been.

I collapsed to my knees, crying.

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

And then I woke up.

To be continued ...