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the concluding part of our paranormal erotic fantasy, The Gorgan's Me.
Since a Gorgan's Mirror came into her life, Laura's world
has been turned upside down. The boyfriend she thought she
knew turns out to be a complete stranger. The Laura
she thought she knew turns out to be a completely
different person, and the thoughts she is having are frankly filthy.
The mirror claims to show her the truth, but does it?
Does she really think these sort of salacious thoughts or
are they just lies designed to twist Laura's innocent mind.
As Detective Andina returns, does he bring answers or does
he just create more questions? M Can he satisfy this
deep need she has discovered? Hi, it's Devlin and welcome
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you enjoy tonight's show. Laura stood up from the bed.
Damn why did she agree to let Detective Andino come round?
What the hell did he have to say that couldn't
wait until the morning, or better still be done over
the phone. She was still dressed in the same clothes
she had been when he left this morning, and she
was pretty sure she stank of feminine pleasure after the
events of today, at least she needed a shower. Making
her way to the bathroom, Laura turned the full set undressing,
letting her clothes fall into a messy pile at her feet,
stepping under the avalanche of water, the sensation of it
caressing her naked body, amplifying the after shocks from earlier.
What the hell was wrong with her? Was this some
strange attack of hormones. She wasn't a spring chicken, but
she thought she had a few years before the change
kicked in. She had to fight with herself not to
zink into the sensual pleasure of the water and enjoy
her body once again. Stepping out of the shower, the
temptation of the water fell silent as she turned the
full set and drying herself, she made her way back
to her bedroom, the mirror seeming to glow with a
soft rose warmth as she neared it, ignoring it. There
was no time for that. Now she had to get dressed,
fingering through hangers of outfits, each one more suitable for
a librarian than a temptress. Matt had always complained about
her being clain Jane with the way she dressed, but
why did she even care? The detective was coming round
to discuss the case. This wasn't a hot date. She
might have more than a passing interest in him, but
there was no way to know if those feelings were reciprocated.
Pulling out a button up skirt and white shirt, she
lay it on the bed. Out of the corner of
her eyes, she could not help but notice the glow
of the mirror was pulsing aggressively. Unable to resist, Laura
stepped forward, looking at herself in the mirror. The mists
in the mirror slowly parted to reveal her now from familiar,
beautifully confident reflection superimposed upon her own body. She realized
there wasn't really a lot of difference. Glaura lifted her
shoulders to match the reflection's position, moving her arm back,
her naked breast pressed forward. Gravity may no longer be
her friend, but they were her breasts. This was her
body and it had served her well. The mist cleared further,
the image growing in clarity. She realized her reflection wasn't naked,
but adorned with sensual lauingerie, a pearl white lace teddy,
the kind Laura had bought once and then resigned herself
to never wearing, and kept it in the bottom of
her closet drawer, Pulling the drawer open, mesromantically talking at
the various selections of very sensible underwear, before her fingers
found the soft caress of lace, slipping the soft material
over her body. The touch of the lace felt so
good against her naked skin. It teased over her nipples
in such a delicious way, the movement of her arms
forcing her nipples to brush gently underneath the fabric, firming them,
pulling them so tight she gasped, looking in the mirror,
the mist clearing, but this time it was just her.
She was looking at that her, dressed in white lingerie
and feeling more confident, more in control. Looking down at
the dark triangle between her thighs, her of the one
thing missing, panties. Turning back toward her dresser to find
the panties, she noticed a stick of red lipstick, one
she could never remember buying. Confused, she picked it up
and stared at it for a moment, studying it as
if she expected it to burst into flames. Suddenly, her
mind was shaken by a strong knocking at the door.
Fuck was out thirty minutes. Already panicking, she grabbed the
button up librarian skirt and shirt from her bed and
put it over the lotchery, before shoving her rundaway back
into the drawer and closing it hurriedly. Stopping, she looked
at the lipstick. Grabbing it, she adorned her lips in
red for the first time in her life, catching one
last glimpse of herself in the mid She still looked
like a librarian, but now a confident one that had
a dirty little secret hidden underneath those clothes and beautiful
red lips that smiled. As she made her way to
the front door and opened it, the strong frame of
detective Andtino and dominated her view. Hi, Laura, he started,
I just have some information for you that will hopefully
for this sorry event to bed. I thought you would
want to know sooner rather than later. Thanks, come in,
she said as she stepped back, giving him access to
her apartment. She hadn't noticed a rumor of his cologne before,
but it surrounded her now as he walked in. There
was something so incredibly earthy, a mass about this scent,
Laura whimpered as he passed her, thighs squeezing involuntarily together.
She bit her lip in an effort to control the feelings.
What the fuck was her pussy doing to her? She
was a hot mess already and he had only just
walked in the door. Closing the door behind him, she
followed him into the sitting room, being caught in the
jet stream of his fragrance. Was not helping her self
control one bit. As he sat on the sofa, Laura
tried to recoup some normality and asked coffee. He nodded,
saying that would be great. I've only had the station
coffee all day, and that stuff is disgusting. Listening to
the kettle begin its gentle ascent to boiling, Laura turned
and leaned against the kitchen counter, asking, you said you
had some information. Yes, the autopsy was done this afternoon.
I'm sorry to tell you it was a heart attack,
probably caused by an overdose of viagra. His eyes were
warm with sympathy, and he started sounding uncertain. Go on, detective,
tell me, I'm a big girl. I can take it,
Laura said, smiling, her eyes glancing down as she caught
sight of her naked skin exposed in a gap in
the buttons of her skirt. Damn, in her haste to
get dressed, she had missed several buttons, and her thigh
was exposed. A warm blush caressed Laura's cheeks as a
voice in her had reminded her she wasn't wearing panties anymore.
That thought alone teased her pussy aggressively. Something god knows what,
but something filled her with a mischievous delight. As she
leaned back against the counter, the loose buttons on her
skirt falling open a little more to expose the top
of her thighs. Her nipples tightened beneath the sheer lace
of her teddy. She could feel them pressing through her shirt.
Normally she would blush and try to hide herself, but
right now she pushed them forward, proudly announcing her arousal.
The growing sensations were intensified, but detective Andino's reaction. He
shifted awkwardly on the sofa, pulling his jacket over his lap,
trying to conceal the bulge in his pants that Laura
had caught a brief glimpse of. His eye traced up
the exposed skin of her legs. The warm caress of
her desire teased over her naked thigh in response. By
the way his pupils dilated and the way he licked
his lips, Laura guess a detective had seen that as well.
His eyes devoured her breast as he started to speak again, well, well,
m he started nervously. Laura found herself wondering how painfully
hard his cock was now if it was already weeping
beneath those starch pants. Closing his eyes, he was obviously
trying to regain some sort of control. Okay, it turns
out he had traces of seamen in his ass and mouth.
I'm sorry to tell you who's either bisexual gay. We
asked around down the gym, and he was well known
for being intimately involved with some of the men there.
When we asked in his other haunts, they thought he
was straight, So I guess he kept it well hidden.
I just didn't want you hearing about this without knowing.
He concealed it very well. Laura felt intoxicated with the
effect she was having on this man. She had never
before been in this position, and she loved it. Thank
you for going to the effort of telling me. I
would like to say I'm surprised, but Matt never really
satisfied me. I only fucked him. And to remind myself,
I can make a man hard. It's a good feeling
knowing a man is hard because of me, she said,
emphasizing the hearts. Was she possessed by some demon? Was
this truly the woman she was? As a mirror suggested
the detectives. Adam's apple bob up and down nervously. She
was sure there were beads of sweat peppering his forehead.
So this is what real power felt like, the power
to bring a man to his knees and be desperate
to fuck you. This was so much more fun than
getting them just hard. I'm sure you wouldn't have a
problem making any man hard, Laura. God knows why he
wanted to be anywhere else, the detective said, shakly, pressing
his hand down into his groin and to suppress his desire.
His gaze eventually met Laura's, his eyes pleading with lust.
You mentioned you had a thing for antiques. Would you
like to see my mirror, Laura asked, trying to sound innocent,
trying not to sound like her intention was to get
him into the bedroom. Yes, Laura, that would be great,
he said, standing keeping his jacket deliberately closed. Thankful for
a change of topic, Laura stepped away from the counter,
deliberately brushing the detective as she passed, so she could
feel his erection through the material of his jacket. The
momentary touch burned on her hand, and in her mind
she could see his hard cock, she could feel it,
she could taste it. Follow me, she said, playfully, as
she strided along the corridor and into her bedroom. Sitting
on the edge of the bed, her legs parted slightly.
She said, you can touch it, but be gentle. It
is extremely responsive. Watching the detective look at the mirror
as she sat on the bed, she smil out as
the frame glowed gently as his hand neared it. Pulling
back in shock, he looked toward Laura. What the fuck
he said? Oh? I did say it was responsive. Don't worry,
He's perfectly safe, she replied, smiling uncertain. The detective turned
back toward the mirror, reaching a single finger up. The
frame glowed a little more intensely. The tendrils writhed as
his finger neared them. The mist danced across the mirror,
the detective watching it, mesmerized. With his head between her
and the mirror. Laura could only catch glimpses of what
he saw. Her straddling his face writhing briefly. She saw
his large cock in her hand, her fingers stretching around
his girth. His head to face Laura, his fingers still
caressing the writhing tentrils, he whispered, what's it doing, his
eyes masked with confusion. Oh, he's just showing you what
you want, Detective Laura responded, sliding along the bed toward
the detective, her hands pushing his jacket open and stroking
the firm bulge in his pants. But I guess detectives
can't seduce victims of crime, she whispered as she unbuckled
his pants, Sliding her hand around his waist. Her fingers
discovered the leather pocket holding his handcuffs before she slid
his pants over the tight curves of his butt. Lowering
her head, she kissed gently along the bulge, pressing in
his box, biting his chaft gently through the material. She
grerinned as he moaned loudly. Holding her mouth against his chaft,
she whispered, you better lay on the red detective, as
you can't seduce me. Though old Laura would have been
surprised the detective lay so obediently on the bed, she
would have been amazed that she had produced the handcuffs
and was currently attaching them to his wrists, securing him
to the bed. Standing up, Laura watched the pron detective
for a moment, admiring him on the bed in the
same way she might appreciate a work of fine art.
Well time to see how accurate the mirror is, she said,
as she started unbuttoning her shirt, sliding the soft material
over her shoulders to reveal her breast a door by
the whisper of the laingerie. The detective whimpered as his
eyes traced the curves of her body. She might be
a few sizes bigger than the magazine said she should be,
and gravity might have cruelly dragged parts of her body
further south than they were twenty years ago. But damn,
watching this man tied to the bed with his aching
cock tinting in his boxes with aggression, she felt like
the most beautiful supermodel in the world. Releasing the few
buttons of her skirt that were actually fastened, she let
it slide over her naked thighs. He loot, detective, I
forgot to wear panties, she said coyly as she pressed
her hand between her thighs. And I am so wet
for you, she finished, as she dress out her hand
up from between her legs and held it up to
show her pleasure dripping from her fingertips, before sucking each
one slowly. One a taste, she asked, smiling. The detective
nodded enthusiastically, grining like a boy in a candy store.
Laura leaned over the bed, slowly moving up the detective's
body carefully, easing her legs either side of a strong thigh,
She lowered her hips, her clip brushing the length of
his muscle. Feeling intense and anticipation sent shockwaves resonating through
Laura's body, pressing lower. His thigh pressed along her folds
as she thrust her hips up and down his leg.
The sensation of her juices coating his thigh stimulated her
own feelings of lust. Her gaze burned into the detector's
eyes as he watched her entranced with her uninhibited desire.
The feeling of his erection pressing against her stomach, that
first touch of his precomb as anticipation overflowed through him,
was intoxicating. This power was truly better than any drug.
Sliding higher, Laura grasped the pillow from under his head
and threw it to the floor, his head falling flat
against the mattress with an unceremonious thumb turning, she spread
her legs over the detector's face. Looking back down his body,
she lowered herself until the bristle of his stubble teased
her clip. Moaning, she kissed down his tope, holding her
body weight on one hand, her other hand pulled his
boxes down, exposing his pulsing erection, before her fingers caressed
around his shaft, gently stroking up and down his length
with just her fingertips. The detective's hips rose with carnal need,
thrusting into Laura's grasp, lifting his head slightly, his lips
sucking at her folds hungrily, he suck produces his tongue
pressing between her lips. He pushed deeper before sliding his
tongue along the length of her pussy with a single
broad stroke. Laura arched with a beautifully feline motion as
she pressed a pussy against his lips, the hot caress
of his breath pummeling every nerve in her pussy. Moaning gently,
Laura dropped her head, brushing her hair over the tip
of his cock. His gentle moans vibrated against her click
as his tongue flicked voraciously over her sensitive nub and
kissing along his shaft. Laura's lips danced up and down
his erection, her red lipstick peppering his cock with smudged
outlines of her lips, circling her tongue around him, her
lips around his shaft as she slid up and down
his length, her MOUs vibrating along his arraction, enticing his
hips to thrust gently into her mouth. Looking up through
her hair, the Mira glowed a beautiful rose gold, the
mist clearing as a beautiful woman watched them, her body
cavacious and stunning, her head moving in perfect time Laura's.
Laura's pussy throbbed with the sensation of being watched in
a way she had never thought possible. Her hips pressed
down against the detective's mouth, his double burning at her clit,
his burning breath short and desperate. As Laura felt consumed
with her desire, the woman in the mirror reached between
her porcelain thighs, her hand moving with aggressive strokes. Laura
smiled around the cock in her mouth, her hands slipping
between his thighs, massaging his bulls before she firmly pressed
two fingers between his thighs, sliding between his bulls and
ass forcing his cock to swell in her mouth. The
detective bucked at the sensation, his cock pressing hard into
Laura's throat, forcing a slight gag reflex. The first drops
of his orgasm caressed the back of her tongue. As
her mouth lid up and down his shaft aggressively, as
his tongue flicked aggressively at her clit, sucking it before
hard broad strokes of his tongue punished her clit, Her
body tensed, her orgasm exploded, burning through her body like
a wildfire. Lifting her head up sharply, he moowed loudly
in disappointment. Her body still trembling, Laura moved uncertainly down
the detective. Taking his trembling erection in her hand, she
rubbed his glistening tip against her still throbbing clit. Her
body buckled at the sensation, forcing her to bend double.
Raising herself back up, she guided his cock between her lips,
sliding down his length slowly, her whole body trembling as
the sensation of his throbbing cock pressing against the trembling
walls of her pussy scentuated the after shocks of the
orgasm still moving through her. Her pussy clutched, grasping his
cock tightly, forcing a loud moan from his lips as
she impelled herself along his length. Reaching down, she rubbed
her clip, the aftershocks of electricity assaulting every nerve in
her body, watching the beautiful woman in the mirror reflect
her actions perfectly, rubbing her own clip, lifting her body
up and down. Laura tensed again, unable to withhold the
wave of pleasure that threatened her sanity. In perfect time,
her reflection tensed. The two of them seemingly united in
their pleasure, immersed in each other's carnal desires. Their gaze
is locked, their bodies tied in perfect unison. They leapt
over the edge of the cliff, They're orgasms resonating between them.
Laura's pussies squeezed along the detective's cock, forcing a warm
explosion of pleasure to erupt inside her. Her breathing slowly
calmed her gas, a pleasure quieting. Somewhere in the distance
behind her, She could hear the detective call her name
as his cock still pulsed warm come inside her. She
tried to hold her reflection's gaze for a little longer.
She wheeled her to stay, but yet again the mis failed.
The mirror and Laura's senses returned to the hero, and
now she suddenly realized the detective had actually been asking
her a question. Shaking her head to clear the effects
of the mist, Laura said, sorry, that was pretty intense
and dubbed my senses for a while. I said, could
you pass me the handcuff keys from my pants pockets?
My wrists are a little raw After that, the detective responded, Oh,
of course, she replied, sliding off him and collecting his
pants from the floor, releasing the handcuffs. His wrists were
covered with an angry red, not quite bleeding, but not
far from it either. Laura grabbed a discarded pillow from
the floor and replaced it on the bed before laying
next to the detective, enjoying the warm glow moving between
their bodies. So what's your first name? I can't go
round calling you detective Andino, now can I? It's Mikail,
Michael replied, rubbing his wrist before putting his arms around Laura.
So that mirror is pretty special, he whispered that, both
of them staring into the mists. Yeah, it is said.
It showed me the truth, but I don't know much
about its magical as such. I was just asked to
find it and get it here, she replied, Daisily. Who
instructed you? Michael asked curiously, Jimmy Browbent. He is a
collector and has a gallery of supernatural artifacts, Laura said,
feeling her body drifting lazily with the after glow of pleasure.
On cheapside, he asked, Yeah, you know him, lauras said,
curiosity waking her a little. Oh yes, and I don't
think he will be needing this mirror. There was a
fire in his gallery today. Apparently the only thing that
survived was some old manuscripts about something called the Gorgan's Mirror,
which I'm guessing is currently stood at the bottom of
your bed. Really, Laura shouted, sitting upright. Oh. Yes. They
could only identify Jimmy from his dental records. The strange
thing is there was also charred remains of some sort
of tentacles that were wrapped around his arms and legs.
It seems so he couldn't escape. It was pretty horrific,
Michale said, calmly, his gaze focused on the mirror while
his fingers played with Laura's hair. Can you get me
a copy of that manuscript? Laura asked excitedly. I guess
if you wanted to see me again, I could, he replied, grinning.
Laura slapped him on the chest playfully. Okay, then I
might even wear panties next time. Oh, no, need to
go overboard. You're perfect just as you are, MacHale said, laughing.
Oh you haven't seen the panties I had in mind,
Detective Mikhail and Dino, she said as she reached down
and squeezed his balls gently. So I hope you enjoyed that,
and I hope all your fantasies are in there. Next week,
another story and we can get wild in bed all
over again. So until next time, and always with your
pleasure in mind, this is Devil and Wild, wishing you
salacious dreams,