2017 Bestiality story: I Dream of Demie – Chapter 1.2
by KrosisOfTheCollective
Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Male / Females, Male/Female, Mind Control, Pregnant, Reluctance
My cock was so hard it could mash potatoes by this point. I wiped my chin, lined up, and shoved all the way in, hard.
“Aahh!” she cried out. I started to ram her hard and fast. She was mumbling, “Oh doG, again…” And then she was cumming again, this time on my cock.
I was able to keep from cumming this time, but barely. I mashed our pelvises together, angling the head of my cock to rub against her g-spot. Within a few minutes I had her cumming again. As before, the incredible squeezing of her infernal insides demanded that I fill her up with my cum, and I did, with the biggest release of my life up to that point. I must have been spurting semen for a good 30 seconds.
I laid down on her ample chest, gasping for breath. When I had recovered I pulled out and fell back on my pillow. Then she was gone again, her swishing tail the last thing I saw. I had absolutely no energy left so consciousness abandoned me moments later.
—
The alarm woke me way too early, even though I had given myself 7 hours to sleep. Demie’s nocturnal visit had taken…how long? I had no idea. I felt like I hadn’t even recharged a quarter of the way overnight. I played tag with the snooze button until I only had time to throw on some clothes and rush to work.
I work as a mid-level programmer for a run-of-the-mill video game company. I work on some of the graphic implementations in the games. Boring shit, and I barely need to concentrate to do it. That’s good, as I didn’t have the wherewithal to do a more strenuous job that day.
I had a meeting with the marketing department about the way they wanted our logo to show on the splash screens of our new games. I showed Beth, the Marketing Manager (an older but attractive slim brunette) and Carrie, a voluptuous blonde I’d always had a crush on, a couple of ideas as they leaned over my chair to see my screen. Then the weird thing happened.
“You smell good,” Beth said, her hand touching my shoulder.
Carrie spoke up at my other shoulder, “He does, doesn’t he?” She was likewise touching me now.
What…the…fuck…?
I was frozen in place as both women’s hands started to squeeze and rub my shoulders. “What is that scent you’re wearing, Tom?” Beth asked. “I think I’ll get it for my husband.”
Scent? What was going on? Both women were now focusing entirely on me rather than my work on the screen. Carrie brought her head close to my neck, sniffing. My cock started to get hard at the intimate contact from the two sexy ladies. Both women moved their faces and hands down my chest towards my lap.
“It’s here,” said Carrie, as she reached my crotch, sniffing audibly. Both women were breathing heavy as their hands got closer to the prize.
My cock…could it be…? I hadn’t had time to shower this morning, so the scent of Demie’s sex, however faint, was probably still on me.
I had a cubicle so there was a little privacy, but anyone might hear what these ladies were saying to me, and I certainly couldn’t let this go any further there. I jumped up, my hardon tenting out the front of my jeans. “Um, sorry…I…should take care of this.”
“Let us help you,” called Beth as I moved into the aisle toward the washroom.
I called back, “No, it’s fine…I’ve got it.” I hurried down the hall, around the corner and into the washroom. I closed the door and took a deep breath.
Scratch scratch.
I paused, listening.
Scratch scratch.
“Hello?” I called out.
“Let me in,” said the female voice outside the door.
“Uh…who is it?”
“Carrie.”
“Just you?”
“Yes.”
I thought about it for a moment but my hardened cock decided my course. I opened the door.
She rushed in, closing and locking the door behind her. She got down on her knees, pulling at my zipper. “I’ll help you with that.”
I seemed to recall Carrie might have been married. Was she happily married? Did it matter at this point? No, it didn’t.
She freed my hard cock and sucked it into her mouth. I groaned and held her head as she bobbed back and forth on it. Fuck that felt good. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that this hot blonde co-worker would have chased me into the washroom to suck my cock. After a few minutes she gave me a big hard suck and let go.
She stood up and pulled her panties down, then bent over the sink and pulled her skirt up, revealing her nicely rounded ass. “I’m so fucking wet,” she said.
I didn’t need any more invitation. I lined my cock up with her wet hole and pushed in slowly. It felt good, nice and tight. Maybe she had been having problems with her husband so she hadn’t had sex in a while. Was that why she had followed me to the washroom but Beth hadn’t? Why the hell was I trying to rationalize anything by this point?
I pushed in halfway and pulled mostly out, pausing. She sounded frustrated so I pushed in 3/4 of the way. Carrie gasped. I did it again, only going back in halfway this time. More frustrated noise. I pulled almost all the way out and held it there.
“Oh God, fuck me! Please!” she cried. I shoved my cock all the way in, easily done with all the lubrication she had produced. “Yes! Oh yes!”
I fucked her rhythmically and she started to cum after another minute. Luckily she wasn’t a screamer. I was able to hold back my own cum, and then really started to pound her. As I started to build to my own orgasm I wondered if she was on the pill or if I should pull out. She hadn’t mentioned anything, though, and it should have been obvious to her that I was getting close, so I figured she’d say something or would have asked for a condom if it was a problem.
She was building to her own climax as I reached mine. My grunt and the feeling of my sperm splashing her insides set her off again. “Unhh! Ohh! Yes! Uhh!” Her spasming pussy sucked the rest of the seed from my cock.
I pulled out and leaned back against the wall, recovering. Carrie had come to her senses again, it seemed, and squatted over the toilet, pushing my cum out of her. She noticed my worried look. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, smiling, “it should be fine.”
She left the washroom after she cleaned up and I remained. I used water and toilet paper to get as much sex smell off of my junk as I could. I wasn’t going to get any work done if women were accosting me all day! Neither Carrie nor Beth contacted me again that week beyond Beth sending me an email of what she wanted to do with the logo on the splash screen, so it seemed that whatever effect the scent had was only temporary.
—
When I got home Demie was on the couch watching Gilligan’s Island on the retro channel on TV. She still had the amalgam look of Laura/Janis/Demi, whose looks actually worked really well together.
One glance and I was as easy to read as a book to her. “You’ve fucked some other woman,” she stated, looking flatly at me.
I was as a deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck. “Uh…is that…a problem…?” I just about stuttered out. I had seen enough to know that Demie was strong enough to quite literally rip me limb from limb if she was so inclined.
She got up from the couch and clip clopped over to me, staring into my eyes with that piercing glowy red gaze. Unlike the first time she did it, though, I wasn’t mesmerized. After a moment she softened. “No,” she said. “It’s fine. Hope you enjoyed yourself, stud.” She sat back down.
I was pretty sure she wasn’t mad, but I didn’t want to just let this pass. I sat down next to her. “Did…you want to be exclusive? We didn’t have a chance to talk about it before.” Yeah, I was too busy trying not to die!
She laughed, a moment of unguarded amusement causing her horns to grow a little. “Ha ha…we’re not married! My kind doesn’t form those kinds of attachments, Tom.” I noticed she had used my name again, instead of calling me “mortal” or “dummy”…what did that mean?
We toked up again, and sure enough, she got horny as a goat again. I took her from behind, pulling on her tail to ram harder into her excruciatingly hot pussy before she orgasmed and I filled her up with my cum.
Again, she left immediately after. You know, some men say that a woman who fucks you and then fucks off is ideal, but it kinda left me feeling a bit empty and alone. I’m damned, though, so I should count my blessings when I find them. Damned and blessed? Only me…
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Demie actually didn’t come back for several days. I was thinking about going out looking for her on Wednesday night but what was I going to do if I found her and she didn’t want to come with me? She certainly knew how to take care of herself. Still, I worried. What a shmuck I am.
—
When I got back from work on Friday there she was, naked on my couch, her legs spread and crotch pointing towards the door as I opened it. Old Mrs. Abercrombie, walking by to get to her own apartment, gasped as she saw past me. I quickly rushed in and slammed the door.
As always, the sight of her infernal beauty inflamed my cock almost instantly. I almost swooned due to the rush of blood from my head to my penis. I caught myself on the entryway table. Demie licked her lips. Her skin was very red today.
She was voracious. After I had jammed my cock into her hot cooch and brought her to a quick orgasm she had shoved me to the floor and reverse cowgirled me, her tail smacking me lightly across the face as she bounced on my cock.
We switched to me ramming Demie from behind while she was bent over the back of the couch. The position reminded me of when I had fucked Carrie at the office earlier in the week. Unbidden, the image of Carrie squatting over the toilet, trying to get my cum out of her pussy entered my mind…had she been safe?
Demie’s skin changed as I sawed into her, going pink. Her body was changing, the tail disappearing. She turned to look back at me with Carrie’s face.
Carrie’s voice came from her lips, “Oh, Tom, don’t cum in me…I could get pregnant!”
Holy shit! I realized that Demie’s pussy had actually changed shape a little too…it was now tighter like Carrie’s had been. Not that Demie’s pussy wasn’t tight, but Carrie’s was just a little tighter.
Parent Post: I Dream of Demie – by KrosisOfTheCollective
- I Dream of Demie - Chapter 1.2
- I Dream of Demie - Chapter 2: A New Couch
- I Dream of Demie - Chapter 3 - Thinking With the Wrong Head
- I Dream of Demie - Chapter 4: A Tail and Two Titties
- I Dream of Demie - Chapter 5: Clucking Hell
- I Dream of Demie - Chapter 6: A Midsummer Night's Scream
- I Dream of Demie - Chapter 7: Kate and Cat
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