This is a story of cursory, unprotected sex, and is a study of fabrication. In real life, use a rubber, damnit ! unwanted babies, HIV and all sort of less sexual diseases await the moron who `` dip his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 3 - Thinking With the haywire point ( MF, mc, impreg, slow )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Previously, on I ambition of Demie :

Hi, my figure 's Tom. I killed a man to summon a sex demon from underworld. 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 missy while we were having a three. It kind of fucked me up. I went on a bender and Demie, shapeshifted to search like Jessica Alba, took out a bunch of bikers that were giving us problem. She can take a leak herself feel ( and feel ) like any girl I want ! But is it worth it ?

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Yesterday :

Detective sergeant Dianna Shepherd looked at the plank again, as she had done every working day, multiple times a day, since the third missing soul report came in. The tally was now six missing people in six day. movie of all those people were on the board.

If there had been any real connection between those masses there would induce been red string going to and from the pushpin holding the motion picture on the corkboard, but early than the fact that they all lived in the metropolis, there was no connection ... none at all !

Early last Monday dawn a poodle dragging a leash had been found in the parking lot. Marsha Patterson, age 43, the possessor of said poodle, was nowhere to be found.

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

Abe Sorensen, age 65, had been reported missing from his plate, also last Monday afternoon. His neighbour had n't seen him go out or anyone come in since he came home Fri afternoon. He lived alone so he could give disappeared at any peak 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 home Tuesday afternoon.

Ida Spratt, 87, had been put to bed in her care base Thursday evening. In the morning she was gone. The older char was bedridden, so could not have wandered off on her own. The only thing left in her bed when they checked in the morning 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 wino after using their pseud IDs to get into a retro 70 's disco just last night.

Today, Lord's Day, Dianna had been called in on her day off to investigate. The police commissioner was getting pressure from the metier coverage since Siobhan Mullins'disappearing, and it seemed there was a serial ... what ... liquidator ? abductor ? There were no ransom banknote, so execution seemed likely, though there were no signs of a struggle at any of the criminal offence 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 think I was trying to write a secret plan or something ... I 'll try to hold on us on track.

Demie had just killed my Dad while having sex with him on my new lounge. 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 teeth and then headed out the room access. I needed to run around or something to get this pent-up nervous energy out. As I stepped out my apartment door I bumped into a woman in a tight pink jersey and black yoga pants, a neighbor from down the dorm, a single mom I had had my eye on for a while, as she was quite toned, in upright build for a homebody mom.

We had bumped together unvoiced and I caught her before she stumbled. We were quite close now and I could smell her perfume and ... sulphur ? She looked at me with wide-eyed gorgeous green oculus framed by her shoulder distance brown hair.

Oh, very clever, Demie, I thought to myself. You were able to deplume out of my promontory that I liked this ma'am so you 're pretending to be her and I now get to feature another fantasy fulfilled ! fool me once, pity on you ... frivol away me twice, shame 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 chocolate ? '' I was still holding her and she had started to breathe more heavily. I helped her to resist back up.

'' Oh, '' she replied, a bit unfirm, `` I have to get back to my girl ... '' Then she paused, considering. `` ... but I suppose a quick cup would be decent. I 'm erica. '' She offered her hand.

I shook her manus but continued holding it. I ushered her into my office and closed the doorway behind us, admiring her nicely shaped 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 depressed lip as her eyes roamed my body. I could see her nipple, quite prominent now through her tight t-shirt. There would be no coffee bean. 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 sports bra. I dived into those tremendous boobs, nibbling and sucking at the large nipples. She fell back onto the frame and I pulled at her yoga pants. Her orange lash panties 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 make parts of her consistency look like vesture, but of course of study those parts had to remain connected to the rest of her.

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

It felt different from Demie 's diabolical vagina, a little looser but surfactant, and certainly not as hot, temperature wise, and I again marveled at how she could make 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 have sex with the rattling true heath, and it just turned me on more !

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

On my third thrust I managed to get my prick all the way inside her. I bent forward and started to give suck on those magnificent knocker again as I started to get a calendar method of birth control going.

Suddenly she started to cum, thrusting her hip joint at me as she softly groaned. I could feel her pussy throb around my dick. I was n't ready to cum yet, though. I sat back up, taking a hold of her inflect leg and pulling them duplicate with my chest so her animal foot were up by my headspring. I then grabbed her upper second joint and pulled them toward me as I started to really plow 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 blood that would have been helping my brain work good was making my peter super hard as I pistoned it into the gorgeous woman.

After she came again I pulled out and guided her to plough around. I managed to get my cock back into her easily and we fucked bow-wow fashion. I made sure to change the angle of my penetration so as to hit her g-spot often. I could feel her pussy start to transfix my shaft and my own orgasm was also rapidly approaching.

With one deal I shoved her face into the shock of the lounge as I sped up, ramming harder, bending her forward to get the deepest penetration. I could try her trying to call out something, muffled by the cushions, but by this peak I did n't care ... 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 time and started to blow my load bass inside her. I heard `` true heath '' yelp, and then I could sense her cumming on my cock, the massaging of her pussy muscular tissue urging even more spermatozoan out of my musket ball to cake 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 moment to reclaim. She then turned around and snuggled up to me !

This was unearthly, so I looked at her, confused. That was when she kissed me, on the oral fissure !

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

She stammered, `` I 'm sorry ... you do n't wish kissing on the lip ? I 've ... I 've never done this sort of matter before, after just meeting someone ... but you smelled so good ... I had to hold you. ``

Smelled good ? I ... oh no ... I had forgotten to shower after having sex with Demie the night before. When THE real ERICA had bumped into me in the Hall she had gotten a whiff of Demie 's sex secretions, still on my turncock and face, and that stuff was more in effect 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 pants and underclothes on the floor, 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 obscure now. `` I had just taken out the garbage. Some of my bollock had gone bad and they were stinking up my place, '' she answered.

I sat there, stunned. I did n't make love what to do.

She had already pulled her summercater bra and shirt back down over her terrific breasts and had grabbed her flip-flop. As she slipped it back on she said, `` Speaking of orchis ... um ... this was actually a bad time to take 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 worried, though whether it was about her possible gestation or the unaccountable look on my typeface ( or both ), I could n't tell. `` Um ... I 'll ... let you be intimate, okay ? '' She leaned forward and looked like she was going to give me a peck on the impertinence, and then decided against it. She left, giving me one net confused, trauma look as she closed the door behind her.

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detective Sergeant Dianna Shepherd continued her investigation. Jessi Bayfield seemed to have been simply a rule girl who liked to party with her protagonist and went to the local anaesthetic college. She had an ex-boyfriend but he had moved out of townsfolk weeks ago, and he had an alibi.

She looked at the motion-picture show of the teenager again. Dianna herself was in her 30 's but she would have fucked a hot young redhead like that in a moment if she had had the chance.

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

Detective serjeant-at-law Aaron Bilson poked his caput into her way. `` Hey, Dykeanna ... ''

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

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

She gave him a in question look.

He held up his hand, two fingers up. `` watch 's honor ! The hospital confirmed three burly biker eccentric were treated for accidental injury last Night, but those guys 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 case ), the disappearances, and now this, this township 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 market place. Within the Koran were esoteric writings that rundle of exponent to those who dared to transgress the laws of man, but no specifics beyond one spell to come up an diabolic servant to do his dictation. There were many pages torn out but this one spell remained.

Over the next duet of weeks he returned to the book to refresh the contingent of the piece over and over. What he had first thought to be some crank writer 's ramblings made Thomas More and more sense every time he read it.

A week later he had decided he would do it ; he would shoot down someone to power the spell. His life was okay but not expectant. A demonic servant to do his bidding would cause his life amazing ! Now, who was likely to not be missed ?

To be continued ...