This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a employment of fiction. In real number sprightliness, use a rubber, damnit ! Unwanted infant, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the moron who `` dips his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Suggestible rest Terror surprise ( MF, caution, mc, oral, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Author 's notes : Yes, I know that hypnotism ca n't force someone to do something they really do n't want to do. I 'm taking artistic license here.

Also, Guy 's name rhymes with 'eye', not 'bee'.

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Guy woke up to pain shooting through his outer thigh. `` Agh ! What the shag ? ! '' he yelled.

He felt his wife Trish beating in the bed beside him. `` Nnn ! Mnuhh ! '' she whined in her sopor. Her foot also hit his ankle, but it did n't hurt as lots as her human knee had on his thigh !

'' Urg ... '' he grumbled, getting out of bed before he was bruised any worse.

Trish continued to thrash and creak in the bed. A here and now later the baby started crying in the next room.

'' Of course ... '' Guy said, tromping out of the room to try to tranquillise fiddling Sara down. He had probably woken her up with his yell.

It took about 20 minutes. When he got back into the chamber Trish was once again sleeping soundly. Guy sighed. These Clarence Day getting kicked by his sleeping wife was the only natural process he was getting in bed.

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The couple walked into Dr. Jenner 's office looking skeptical. The guy did n't look like a doctor, with his jersey and dungaree under his lab coat. He was maybe in his previous thirties.

'' Have a posterior ! '' Dr. Jenner said, ushering the parents to some federal agency chairs.

Dr. Jenner sat down across from them, steepling his fingerbreadth. `` So I understand that we 've been having some nightmares ? ``

Guy spoke up, `` SHE 'S been having nightmare. I guess you could say it 's a nightmare for ME, but I 'm not getting much sleep because of HER. ``

Trish gave her married man a askance look. She had agreed to issue forth here because Guy was so unhappy, and her incubus had been the principal problem. They had approached their GP and got nowhere with sleeping pills. A Quaker of Guy 's had suggested Dr. Jenner.

'' Of course, of course, '' Dr. Jenner replied affably, `` and this has been happening since the child was born ? ``

At their nods he continued, `` Pregnancy can be a hard time on a charwoman 's body. Sometimes permanent wave changes occur, some forcible ... '' His oculus momentarily dipped to drive in Trish 's knocker pushing out her tight shirt, and then back up, `` ... and some psychological. ``

He got up. `` Luckily, psychological issues are my long suit. Mrs. Belvue, could I please organise your attention to that poster there ? ``

Trish swiveled her chair to seem where the doctor was pointing behind her. There, in all its glory, was the famous picture of the kitty hanging from a leg. `` Hang in there, baby ! '' the caption said.

'' Oh ... my ... God ... '' said Trish. It was ridiculously cheesy.

'' I know, right ? Is n't it awesome ? Just keep your middle on it. ``

She did so. `` And Mr. Belvue, please sustain a tightlipped lookout on your wife 's face, okay ? '' Dr. Jenner asked Guy, who likewise did so.

Dr. Brunner moved behind Trish, speaking slowly, `` Breathe easily ... in ... out ... in ... out ... relax your shoulders ... that 's expert. Look closely at particular theatrical role of the poster and secernate me about it. ``

Trish narrowed her eyes. `` Um ... it 's an orange cat. ``

'' Good ... continue going ... ''

Guy kept his gaze on Trish 's brass, as instructed. He did n't realise that as the exercise continued his own breathing had slowed and his shoulders had relaxed.

Dr. Brunner continued, asking Trish to go along finding new things in the poster and to slack up the relaxation of her torso, one piece at a meter. Soon she was swaying in her hot seat, as was Guy.

'' When you feel comfortable enough, just close your eyes. ``

...

Guy woke as mortal touched his shoulder. Dr. Brunner was looking down at him with concern.

'' You okay ? I think you fell asleep. ``

'' I 'm ... fine, '' Guy said, and he realized that he was indeed feeling fine.

Dr. Brunner sat down behind his desk. `` goodness. Okay, I 've given your wife program line that when she hears the gun trigger parole I 've written down on this piece of paper she will soften out of whatever nightmare she is in, thank you, and then fall down back numb content. Do n't say the word right now. ``

Guy took the paper. `` Bugbottom '' was written there. He cocked an eyebrow at the doctor.

Dr. Brunner spread his hands. `` Two random words strung together. You 're not likely to forget them, right ? ``

Guy had to accord. `` So ... that 's it ? ``

'' Perhaps ... '' Dr. Brunner sat back and gave Guy a penetrating spirit. `` Did your friend Tell you about my ... early services ? ``

Guy nodded. The other issue, the lack of sex for months now, was heavy on his brain. He pulled out an envelope and gave it to the doctor.

Dr. Brunner opened the envelope, counted the 20 $ 50 poster, and then put the gasbag into his lab coat inside sac. `` Okay ... typical nymphomaniac trigger word ? ``

Guy leaned forward, his cock already tenting out his pant. `` Yeah, and I want the gun trigger word to be 'Guy 's nuts'. '' His en had been suffering for month, so it seemed fitting.

Dr. Brunner sat back. `` That 's a gun trigger *phrase*, and I would n't suggest creating one yourself. How about ... '' He looked at a piece of paper on his desk ,'... turkey university'? ``

'' Hey, who 's paying you, man ? The client is always right-hand, '' Guy said defiantly.

Dr. Brunner sighed. `` fine. '' He got up and got behind Trish again, getting a decent view down her plentiful cleavage. `` Trish, pay very close attending. When you hear the musical phrase, 'Guy 's nuts'you will want, no, need to have sex. You will do whatever your master wants. When he is done you will think nothing out of the ordinary happened, and you will be all right with it. ``

He looked back at Guy, who nodded. Guy had n't noticed the ambivalent wording of the hypnotic commands.

'' When I snap my digit you will awaken with no memory of anything that has happened since I asked you to close your eyes. You 'll feel subject, but you will reply to the trigger phrases as commanded. Do you translate ? '' Dr. Brunner waited.

Trish nodded sluggishly. Dr. Brunner snapped his finger's breadth and her middle opened.

'' Um ... blueness cloudy backcloth ... ? ``

Guy realized that she was still describing the poster as if nothing had happened, and based on what Dr. Brunner had just said, that was exactly what she thought ! He was amazed at the doctor 's skills.

'' It 's all right, '' Dr. Brunner said, moving back behind his desk. `` I think we 're done. ``

Trish turned around in her chairperson. `` Really ? But it 's only been ... '' She looked at her watch. `` half an minute ? Where did the metre go ? ``

'' Time flies when you 're having fun, '' the doctor said, `` You 're feeling fine, right ? ``

Trish thought for a moment and then nodded. She was indeed feeling fine.

They thanked the doctor and went home.

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After putting the baby down for the night Guy looked over at his married woman as they sat on the living elbow room couch. `` Hey, infant, you should put your diaphragm in and we can ingest some fun. ``

'' Oh, not this evening, Guy, I have a worry, '' Trish responded, continuing to read her book.

Guy smirked. `` But what about your husband 's poor testicles, baby ? ``

Trish put down her book to look at him incredulously.

He continued, `` What about ... Guy 's crackpot ? ``

Trish 's oculus glazed over and she dropped her Quran. She looked at Guy with undisguised lust, got up, and then straddled him, rubbing her pajama covered crotch against his boxers.

'Oh, antic !'Guy thought as he pulled his wife 's human face down for a passionate osculation. Before long Trish had freed his voiceless cock from his shorts and was jacking it off. Before farsighted, pre-cum dribbled out the tip. They had n't had sex in several weeks.

Trish was frustrated at just rubbing her crotch on her husband 's lap. She let go of Guy 's putz and reached down to the central seam of her pyjama bottoms. There she found a small-scale hole that had developed in the fall apart piece of vesture and pulled it apart hard. The crease ripped, revealing her very wet kitty lips. She wasted no time in lining her husband 's ooze babymaker up and sinking her consistence down.

Both of them gasped as his rock toilsome cock easily penetrated her greased depths. She started to act up and down, achieving expectant incursion each prison term until his cock was fully embedded deep inside her.

Guy shook from the pleasure. His wife 's kitty had never felt so hot before ! But there was a danger. `` sister ... '' he started to say.

Trish pressed her mouth to his, passionately kissing and licking.

'' Mmmf ! '' Guy grunted as Trish rose up and then thrust her pelvic arch back down, starting off an industrious fuck. Guy 's worry flew out the window as Trish pulled off her pajama shirt and shoved her large pinhead in his face as she rode him.

Guy was in heaven. He nipped and licked at his wife 's tit and then sucked one with its areola into his backtalk hard.

'' Aiii ... '' Trish keened as that sent her over the sharpness. Guy felt her kitty spasm around his cock, squeezing. After weeks of no sex he could n't make it and `` Guy 's nuts '' gave up their undesirable cargo.

Unwanted by Guy, anyway. Trish felt his dick pounding deep within her and, with the knowledge that she had done a adept job for her man, bounced harder, her own climax extending as she felt her interior being deluged by his potent sperm.

'' Unhh ... '' he groaned.

'' Aaaahhh ! '' she cried.

Then it was done and Trish collapsed forward onto her married man, shaking from the orgasmic exertion.

Guy 's blood went cold as he realized what they had done. `` Shit, babe, get up ! ``

Trish did so, looking to her husband for the cause of his distress. He was looking down at her spermy crotch.

'' You were supposed to put in your diaphragm, Trish ! You could get pregnant ! '' Guy was freaking out. He really did n't want another kid ; one was Thomas More than enough.

'' Oh ... '' Trish said. `` Okay, I 'll go put it in now. ``

'' Uh, no, '' Guy grabbed her arm before she could get up, `` That 'll just trap my boy inside you. When was your close period ? ``

'' Ended a few years ago, '' she replied.

Guy, being a typical dumb guy, did n't hump what that meant. `` So ... does that entail that you might get pregnant ? ``

'' Probably not, '' she answered. `` I 'll be productive next week. ``

Guy sighed in relief. `` okeh ... let 's go to bed. ``

She was delicately with that.

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Guy woke up as his wife 's hand careened off of his head. `` Ow ! ``

'' Uhrr ! Nnn ! '' His wife was thrashing in the throes of another night terror.

What was the trigger phrasal idiom ? Guy 's read/write head was muzzy from just waking up, and probably also from the whack to the head.

'Oh, right ,'he thought. `` Bugbottom ! '' he exclaimed.

Instantly Trish stopped thrashing. She turned toward Guy, said, `` Thanks love, '' and then fell back to sleep without the nightmares.

Guy shook his straits. Incredible !

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The succeeding day Dr. Edward Jenner was eagerly waiting for his 8 AM assignment. He did n't commit a lot for his extra nympho hypnoservice because he got an additional welfare out of it.

His intercom beeped. `` Mrs Belvue to see you, Doctor, '' his receptionist reported.

He pressed the talk button. `` Very skillful. Send her in and no flutter for an hour, please. '' He stood up, came around the desk and then sat on the edge, waiting.

The gorgeous Mrs. Trisha Belvue came into the office. She was dressed in a decent blouse and dame for work, which he knew she would take to be at by 9 AM. She had told him this, among former information, while she and her husband were in the mesmeric enchantment from the previous day.

'' You asked to see me this break of the day, Dr. Edward Jenner ? '' Trish stepped forward, looking a little confused.

'' Indeed I did, Mrs. Belvue. I wanted to know ... how are Guy 's nuts doing ? ``

Trish 's eyes fluttered and then the voracious nympho Jenner had created replaced her. She moved toward him hungrily.

He unzipped his bloomers. `` You should suck my cock, '' he said matter-of-factly.

Trish knelt down and took the MD 's hard gumshoe into her mouth as his pant fell to the floor. His penis was n't as long as her married man 's but it was a bit thicker. She tickled the capitulum with her lingua and then licked up the lance before sucking one-half of it back into her oral fissure again.

Edward Jenner grabbed some of Trish 's long moody hair, pushing and pulling her promontory in order of magnitude to slide his shaft in and out with long strokes.

Trish pulled her aspect off of his cock and looked up at him. `` Please be intimate me ? ``

Jenner realized that she had unsnapped her skirt, pulled aside her panties and was fingering her pussy while sucking his cock. He also noticed that she was wearing silk stocking with supporter, which he had always felt was an incredibly sexy look.

'' Oh yeah, '' he said, pulling her to her pes and helping her to unsnap her garters. She removed her panties and then they re-secured the garter. NOW it was staring !

He bent her over the desk and lined his shaft up with her puffy, glistening snatch. `` parturition restraint ? '' he asked, pausing.

'' midriff, '' she responded back.

Jenner smiled and squeeze his hips forward, easily piercing Trish 's wet labia.

'' Yeessss ... '' Trish moaned.

Jenner pulled back a piffling bit and then pushed again, his cock invading further into the marital woman 's forestall profoundness. With a dyad Thomas More thrusts he was as far as he could go.

'' I 've got to touch these ... '' he said, unbuttoning her blouse and unlatching her bra. Her bountiful boobs dangled down toward the desk and he bent over Trish 's binding, grabbing a handful of each. They were so soft and warm, larger than any others he had fondled, but they were also still firm and bouncy.

'' Pleeeaase ... '' Trish pushed her tush back at him provocatively.

Still holding those magnificent boobs, Jenner pulled his hips back and thrust hard into the wanton woman. She grunted in pleasure. He pinched her pronounced mamilla as he thrust again, and then once more. Finally he let go of her breasts, grabbed her garter belt and used it to pluck her back onto his cock as he started thrusting in and out.

'' Aah ! Yesss ... '' Trish moaned.

After a few minutes of this he pulled out and then sat on the Sami chair she had occupied just the previous day. `` turn of events around and ride me, cowgirl, '' he commanded.

'' Yee haw ! '' she exclaimed as she removed her blouse and did just that. Jenner noted that there was still a trivial mama fat around her midriff but it looked sexy.

Trish turned away from him and then easily slew her sopping pussy down the physician 's throb member. Both gasped at the joy and then she started to bounce.

Dr. Edward Jenner realized he probably was n't going to last much yearner. He reached around the sexy MILF to manipulate her clitoris as she fucked him.

When she had finally overheated from the pleasure she cried out and jammed her pussycat down hard on Jenner 's putz, grinding her crotch against his. He felt her interior grip his dick and then he lost control.

'' Augghh ! '' he grunted, feeling his prostate sack a good time of ejaculate that mixed with the roiling sperm in his musket ball. The potent miscellanea rushed up his rooster lance, forcefully injecting itself deep into the spasming procreative system of the mind controlled wife.

Finally, both of their sexual climax subsided. Jenner realized that he had to act fast, now that his hypnotized lover had completed her chief objective.

'' Mrs. Belvue, listen to me. ``

Trish paused, doing exactly that.

'' You must never evidence your husband of this appointment, or that we did this. Do you sympathize ? ``

She nodded. `` Should I put my contraceptive diaphragm in now ? ``

'' WHAT ? ! '' Jenner pushed her up off of his cock. A torrent of his sperm-filled cum splashed down into his lap, but he knew that there was still a lot remaining deep inside the sexy mother 's hot body.

He thought for a mo. `` Um, sure, you should do that. Better safe than sorry, right ? '' He shook his head ... how did that make any sense ?

Trish extracted the contraceptive diaphragm from her purse and pushed it deep inside her dripping vagina, pressing the remainder of the doctor 's dangerous seeded player against the opening move of her cervix.

'' One more thing, Mrs Belvue ... if you get pregnant do not tell anyone it 's mine, approve ? ``

Trish nodded. She was very well with that.

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A few days passed, and Guy took advantage of Trish 's nymphomaniacal initiation every Night, though he made sure that she put her midriff in first.

Dr. Jenner was n't going to see Trish for her `` appointee '' for another week. His avail were becoming quite popular, it seemed, so his innocent metre was becoming scarce.

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King John Bayle came into Trish 's role, as he did every once in a while to confab. She knew the confirm bachelor was feeling her out to see if she was up for an liaison but she always shut him down. She was a married cleaning lady, and loved her husband !

He made some inane chit-chat and then asked, `` Did you hear about Marty ? ``

She looked up from her paperwork. `` What about him ? '' She knew Marty had called in sick but nothing beyond that.

'' Broke his nookie -- er, sorry -- his freaking leg ... base jumping, if you can believe it ! ``

'' What 's base jumping ? '' she asked, and then took a sip from her water glass.

privy sat down in her spare hot seat. `` That 's when you parachute off of a building or quite a little instead of out of a plane. You have a lot LE time to pull your chute and there 's a chance you 'll break apart into something. ``

'' Sounds dazed, '' she replied, shaking her head.

'' Yeah ... that guy 's nut case ! ``

'... guy 's testis ...'

Trish got up from her desk and made her way past privy to close the door. He looked at her quizzically, and then she hiked up her dame and straddled him in the death chair, pressing her brim to his in a tongue-y kiss.

Though this was ultimately what Gospel According to John wanted, he was taken by surprisal. Trish had changed her demeanor right hand in figurehead of him and was now grinding her crotch into his. After his initial daze, though, he returned her osculation and grabbed Trish 's firm butt, pulling her down in order to increase the rubbing between their nethers.

Frustrated, Trish got up and unsnapped her doll. As she had done with Dr. Jenner, she also unsnapped her garters, removed her panties, and then re-secured the garters. Once John saw Trish pull her step-in down he quickly doffed his pants and underwear.

Trish clambered back into John the Divine 's lap. His cock was n't as long as her married man 's or Dr. Edward Jenner 's but it was very thick. She reached down and rubbed the head along her pussy rim, spreading their combined juices in order to make penetration easier.

As Trish did this John wasted no time in unbuttoning her blouse and freeing those breasts he had longed to see. As he reached around and unsnapped her bra they sprung discharge and he was in heaven, shoving his face into her boobflesh.

By this point Trish had managed to slot the head of John Lackland 's hammer between her pussy lips and was pushing down, slowly forcing it to go inside her. She was becoming desperate ... she NEEDED it !

Finally she got the angle right and that thick cock slipped inside of her. She gasped at the feeling of her vagina being stretched, uncomfortable but also ripe. John was now suckling on one of her mammilla and that also felt good.

She rose up a bit and then settled back down. John gasped into her boobs but kept licking and sucking. She did it again. She felt less stretched now so she was able-bodied to start an up and down rhythm. It was starting to experience really good.

toilet could n't believe it ... Trish the hottie mama was fucking him ! He did n't know why but he was n't about to ask. Her pussy was so fuck tight !

He could n't ask any more of the aphrodisiac situation and grunted as his prick spattered her interior with his potent sperm. Because Trish had n't put her pessary in that dawn there was null protecting the mouth of her cervix from the deadbolt of source splashing against it, and she was now right in the midriff of her fertile time. As she felt him burst forth within her she also went over the edge, moaning as her insides contracted, urging even More of his germ to spurt deep inside her. Her neck spasmed open and some of John 's sperm slipped inside her womb, where they would experience the greatest fortune to fulfill their prime directive.

Saint John struggled to control his ventilation. `` Why -- not that I 'm complaining -- but why did you do that ? '' he asked her.

'' I needed it, '' she replied matter-of-factly.

'' Really ? ``

'' Yes, Master, '' she answered.

He laughed. `` Ha ! sea captain ? You kill me, Trish. ``

Trish reached over to the desk, grabbed her water supply glass and smashed it down on hard surface. Turning back, she then jammed the jagged remains into whoremonger 's throat.

'' Uhhkk ... '' he gurgled as rakehell fountained from his severed jugular and onto Trish 's chest.

'' Mmm ... '' Trish moaned. It felt so warm on her skin ...

Soon the blood stopped, as did bathroom 's life. Trish got up and looked down at the father of her future secondment child, who she had just murdered.

She was fine with it .