This is a tarradiddle of perfunctory, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In veridical animation, use a prophylactic, damnit ! unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` souse his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 3 - thought process With the Wrong Head ( MF, mc, impreg, slow )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Previously, on I dream of Demie :

Hi, my name 's Tom. I killed a man to come up a sex daemon from the pits. She loves to smoke my pot, so she spared my life, stays with me, and occasionally we have incredible sex.

The former nighttime Demie killed a lady friend while we were having a trio. 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 trouble. She can make herself look ( and experience ) like any young woman I want ! But is it worth it ?

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Yesterday :

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

If there had been any real connection between those people there would deliver been red twine going to and from the pushpins holding the photo on the corkboard, but other than the fact that they all lived in the metropolis, there was no connection ... none at all !

Early last Monday sunrise a poodle dog dragging a leash had been found in the common. Marsha Patterson, age 43, the proprietor of said poodle dog, was nowhere to be found.

Bob Perkins, age 34, a high rolling banker, had gone to the ceiling of his office edifice for a smoke Mon afternoon and had never come back.

Abe Sorensen, age 65, had been reported missing from his home base, also final Monday afternoon. His neighbors had n't seen him go out or anyone come in since he came home Friday afternoon. He lived alone so he could have disappeared at any point from Friday to Mon, but he was the tertiary reported missing person.

Siobhan ( articulate Shi-vahn ) Mullins, age 13, had disappeared while walking to her friend 's firm Tues afternoon.

Ida Spratt, 87, had been put to bed in her attention place Thursday evening. In the morning time she was gone. The elderly cleaning woman was bedridden, so could not stimulate wandered off on her own. The only thing left in her bed when they checked in the sunrise was a smelly stack left by the incontinent old woman.

Finally, Jessi Bayfield, age 19, had gone out with other nonaged Friend and then had disappeared after her champion had gotten drunkard after using their fake IDs to get into a ex post facto 70 's discotheque just cobbler's last night.

Today, Sunday, Dianna had been called in on her day off to inquire. The police commissioner was getting pressure from the media coverage since Siobhan Mullins'disappearance, and it seemed there was a serial ... what ... murderer ? snatcher ? There were no ransom promissory note, so execution seemed potential, though there were no signal of a conflict at any of the crime sites.

*Was* there a connection ? So many disappearances in so short-circuit a time ... there had to be ! What was she missing ?

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Sorry, that was a lot of exposition for a sex news report ! You 'd think I was trying to write a secret plan or something ... I 'll try to hold 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 electric shock 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 spooky energy out. As I stepped out my apartment door I bumped into a woman in a fast pink tee shirt and black yoga pants, a neighbor from down the hall, a 1 mom I had had my eye on for a spell, as she was quite toned, in good shape for a stay-at-home mom.

We had bumped together surd and I caught her before she stumbled. We were quite close now and I could smell her essence and ... sulfur ? She looked at me with panoptic gorgeous putting green middle framed by her shoulder length brown hair.

Oh, very clever, Demie, I thought to myself. You were able to displume out of my head that I liked this gentlewoman so you 're pretending to be her and I now get to have another fancy fulfilled ! patsy me once, ignominy on you ... fool 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 group you in a cup of coffee ? '' I was still holding her and she had started to catch one's breath 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 agile cup would be nice. I 'm true heath. '' She offered her hand.

I shook her mitt but continued holding it. I ushered her into my place and closed the door behind us, admiring her nicely molded rump in those yoga pants 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 scummy lip as her eyes roamed my body. I could see her nipples, quite prominent now through her tight tee shirt. There would be no coffee. I pulled her to me and started kissing her neck, causing her to moan.

'' I 'm so steamy ... '' she murmured as I lifted her shirt and sports bra. I dived into those antic titty, nibbling and sucking at the large nipples. She fell back onto the cast and I pulled at her yoga gasp. Her orange tree thong 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 body look like clothing, but of track those office had to remain connected to the rest of her.

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

It felt different from Demie 's blame vagina, a trivial looser but bedwetter, and certainly not as hot, temperature Isaac Mayer Wise, and I again marveled at how she could make herself an demand transcript 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 ingest sex with the real erica, 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 one-third thrust I managed to get my cock all the way inside her. I bent forward and started to soak up on those splendid breast again as I started to get a rhythm going.

Suddenly she started to cum, thrusting her rose hip at me as she softly groaned. I could find her pussy throb around my pecker. I was n't ready to cum yet, though. I sat back up, taking a clasp of her toned legs and pulling them parallel with my chest so her feet were up by my head. I then grabbed her upper thigh and pulled them toward me as I started to really plow into her.

'' Oh God ... '' she groaned. That should let clued me in right there as to what was going on, but a lot of the blood that would own been helping my brain workplace good was making my dick super hard as I pistoned it into the gorgeous woman.

After she came again I pulled out and guided her to move around around. I managed to get my cock back into her easily and we fucked doggy manner. I made sure to change the angle of my penetration so as to hit her g-spot often. I could palpate her cunt start to grip my shaft and my own orgasm was also rapidly approaching.

With one deal I shoved her face into the cushions of the couch as I sped up, ramming harder, bending her forward to get the cryptical insight. I could hear her trying to call in out something, muffled by the cushions, but by this point I did n't care ... she had killed Jessi and I had her at my clemency because she did n't know that I knew it was really her. I was going to enjoy my temp supremacy of her.

I thrust one final time and started to bodge my burden deep inside her. I heard `` Erica '' yelp, and then I could feel her cumming on my cock, the massaging of her kitty-cat muscles urging even more sperm cell out of my balls to coat her insides.

Finally, spent, I pulled out and sat back on the lounge. Erica/Demie, shakiness, my sperm dripping from her slit, took a few minutes to recoup. 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 sass !

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

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

Smelled good ? I ... oh no ... I had forgotten to lavish after having sex with Demie the night before. When THE REAL ERICA had bumped into me in the mansion house she had gotten a whiff of Demie 's sex secernment, still on my turncock and boldness, and that stuff was more in force than Spanish Fly !

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

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

She was even more confused now. `` I had just taken out the garbage. Some of my orchis had gone bad and they were stinking up my place, '' she answered.

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

She had already pulled her sports bra and shirt back down over her marvelous breasts and had grabbed her thong. As she slipped it back on she said, `` public speaking of eggs ... um ... this was actually a bad metre to have bareback sex. I tried to recount you but ... '' She looked at where I had pushed her case into the couch. I felt sick.

She looked worried, though whether it was about her possible maternity or the unexplainable facial expression on my face ( or both ), I could n't differentiate. `` Um ... I 'll ... let you eff, okay ? '' She leaned forward and looked like she was going to give me a heap on the cheek, and then decided against it. She left, giving me one final stage confused, weakened look as she closed the doorway behind her.

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Detective Sergeant Dianna Shepherd continued her probe. Jessi Bayfield seemed to have been simply a rule girl who liked to party with her friends and went to the topical anaesthetic college. She had an ex-boyfriend but he had moved out of town hebdomad ago, and he had an alibi.

She looked at the photo of the stripling again. Dianna herself was in her 30 's but she would have fucked a hot Edward Young redhead like that in a second if she had had the chance.

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

police detective Sergeant Hank Aaron Bilson poked his heading into her room. `` Hey, Dykeanna ... ''

She sighed. Once the Male cops had figured out she was a lesbian that was their usual byname for her. She never let them know it bothered her, though. She smiled at him. `` Yeah, Aaron ? ``

He stepped in. `` Did ya hear the gossip ? A black'n Theodore Harold White got called to some bar last night, and the barman swore up and down that Jessica Alba came in and wiped out a biker pack ! ``

She gave him a dubious look.

He held up his hand, two digit up. `` Scout 's honor ! The hospital confirmed three burly biker character were treated for injuries last night, but those guys are n't telling who laid them out. Fucked up, huh ? ``

As Bilson left, Dianna shook her pass. With the bum that had been burned alive a week ago ( Bilson 's case ), the disappearance, and now this, this townsfolk was getting really weird, fast.

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One calendar month ago ...

Tom looked at the strange old record book he had picked up at the flea market. Within the book were esoteric Writings that spoke of power to those who dared to let on the laws of man, but no specifics beyond one spell to summon an infernal servant to do his bidding. There were many Thomas Nelson Page torn out but this one tour remained.

Over the next match of calendar week he returned to the book to brush up the details of the tour over and over. What he had first thought to be some crank writer 's ramblings made more and Thomas More sense every time he read it.

A week later he had decided he would do it ; he would kill someone to exponent the spell. His life was okay but not enceinte. A demonic servant to do his command would make his sprightliness awesome ! Now, who was likely to not be missed ?

To be continued ...