This is a fib of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fable. In real life, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted child, HIV and all sort of lesser intimate diseases await the idiot who `` souse his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Suggestible sopor Terror Surprise ( MF, caution, mc, oral, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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generator 's musical note : 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 roll in the hay ? ! '' he yelled.

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

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

Trish continued to thrash and whine in the bed. A moment later the baby started crying in the adjacent room.

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

It took about 20 minutes. When he got back into the bedroom Trish was once again sleeping soundly. Guy sighed. These days getting kicked by his sleeping wife was the sole action mechanism he was getting in bed.

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The couplet walked into Dr. Jenner 's office looking doubting. The guy did n't look like a doctor, with his t-shirt and jean under his lab pelage. He was maybe in his deep thirties.

'' Have a seat ! '' Dr. Jenner said, ushering the parents to some office 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 nightmares. I guess you could say it 's a nightmare for ME, but I 'm not getting much sleep because of HER. ``

Trish gave her hubby a sidelong feel. She had agreed to come here because Guy was so unhappy, and her nightmares had been the main problem. They had approached their GP and got nowhere with sleeping anovulant. A friend of Guy 's had suggested Dr. Jenner.

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

At their nods he continued, `` Pregnancy can be a unmanageable time on a woman 's consistence. Sometimes lasting changes occur, some forcible ... '' His eyes momentarily dipped to take in Trish 's dope pushing out her slopped shirt, and then back up, `` ... and some psychological. ``

He got up. `` Luckily, psychological proceeds are my peculiarity. Mrs. Belvue, could I please direct your attention to that poster there ? ``

Trish swiveled her chairman to expect where the doctor was pointing behind her. There, in all its resplendence, was the illustrious picture of the kitten hanging from a subdivision. `` Hang in there, child ! '' the legend said.

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

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

She did so. `` And Mr. Belvue, delight observe a shut watch 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 ... make relaxed your shoulders ... that 's good. bet closely at specific parts of the poster and tell me about it. ``

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

'' adept ... keep going ... ''

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

Dr. Brunner continued, asking Trish to keep finding new things in the poster and to slack the rest of her body, one piece at a metre. Soon she was swaying in her chairwoman, as was Guy.

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

...

Guy woke as someone 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. `` commodity. OK, I 've given your married woman instructions that when she hears the trigger word I 've written down on this piece of paper she will break out of whatever nightmare she is in, thank you, and then fall back asleep depicted object. Do n't say the Son right now. ``

Guy took the newspaper. `` Bugbottom '' was written there. He cocked an supercilium at the doctor.

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

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

'' Perhaps ... '' Dr. Brunner sat back and gave Guy a acute look. `` Did your friend tell you about my ... early services ? ``

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

Dr. Brunner opened the gasbag, counted the twenty $ 50 bills, and then put the envelope into his lab pelage inside air pocket. `` Okay ... distinctive nymphomaniacal trigger Logos ? ``

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

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

'' Hey, who 's paying you, man ? The customer is always proper, '' Guy said defiantly.

Dr. Brunner sighed. `` Fine. '' He got up and got behind Trish again, getting a nice view down her ample cleavage. `` Trish, pay very close attention. When you hear the phrase, 'Guy 's testis'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 exquisitely with it. ``

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

'' When I snap my fingers you will awaken with no memory of anything that has happened since I asked you to close your eyes. You 'll find content, but you will respond to the induction phrases as commanded. Do you empathize ? '' Dr. Brunner waited.

Trish nodded sluggishly. Dr. Brunner snapped his finger and her oculus opened.

'' Um ... blue cloudy background ... ? ``

Guy realized that she was still describing the poster as if cipher 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 chairwoman. `` Really ? But it 's only been ... '' She looked at her sentry. `` Half an time of day ? Where did the clip go ? ``

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

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

They thanked the doctor and went home.

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After putting the babe down for the night Guy looked over at his wife as they sat on the animation room couch. `` Hey, infant, you should put your pessary in and we can have some fun. ``

'' Oh, not tonight, Guy, I have a headache, '' Trish responded, continuing to understand her book.

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

Trish put down her book to look at him incredulously.

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

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

'Oh, fantastic !'Guy thought as he pulled his wife 's human face down for a passionate kiss. Before tenacious Trish had freed his hard cock from his drawers and was jacking it off. Before long, pre-cum dribbled out the tip. They had n't had sex in various weeks.

Trish was frustrated at just rubbing her private parts on her husband 's lap. She let go of Guy 's cock and reached down to the central seam of her pyjama bottom of the inning. There she found a small fix that had developed in the bust piece of clothing and pulled it apart hard. The crinkle ripped, revealing her very wet pussy lips. She wasted no time in lining her husband 's seepage babymaker up and sinking her body down.

Both of them gasped as his tilt severely shaft easily penetrated her lube deepness. She started to move up and down, achieving outstanding penetration each fourth dimension until his tool was fully embedded abstruse inside her.

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

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

'' Mmmf ! '' Guy grunted as Trish rose up and then throw her hips back down, starting off an energetic nooky. Guy 's concerns flew out the window as Trish pulled off her pajama shirt and shoved her large bosom in his typeface as she rode him.

Guy was in heaven. He nipped and licked at his wife 's nipples and then sucked one with its ring of color into his mouth hard.

'' Aiii ... '' Trish keened as that sent her over the bound. Guy felt her kitty-cat spasm around his turncock, squeezing. After hebdomad of no sex he could n't hold it and `` Guy 's nuts '' gave up their unwanted cargo.

Unwanted by Guy, anyway. Trish felt his rooster throb trench within her and, with the knowledge that she had done a good job for her man, bounced harder, her own orgasm extending as she felt her insides being deluged by his potent sperm.

'' Unhh ... '' he groaned.

'' Aaaahhh ! '' she cried.

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

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

Trish did so, looking to her hubby for the cause of his suffering. 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 Sir 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 boys inside you. When was your last period ? ``

'' Ended a few 24-hour interval ago, '' she replied.

Guy, being a distinctive dumb guy, did n't know what that meant. `` So ... does that signify that you might get fraught ? ``

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

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

She was OK with that.

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

'' Uhrr ! Nnn ! '' His wife was thrashing in the throe of another Night terror.

What was the gun trigger phrase ? Guy 's brain was muzzy from just waking up, and probably also from the rap to the head.

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

Instantly Trish stopped thrashing. She turned toward Guy, said, `` Thanks dearest, '' and then fell back to log Z's without the nightmares.

Guy shook his head. Incredible !

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The side by side day Dr. Jenner was eagerly waiting for his 8 AM appointment. He did n't bill a lot for his extra nympho hypnoservice because he got an extra welfare out of it.

His intercommunication system beeped. `` Mrs. Belvue to see you, Doctor of the Church, '' his receptionist reported.

He pressed the talk of the town clit. `` Very adept. send off her in and no disturbances for an 60 minutes, please. '' He stood up, came around the desk and then sat on the edge, waiting.

The gorgeous Mrs. Trisha Belvue came into the federal agency. She was dressed in a nice blouse and skirt for work, which he knew she would require to be at by 9 AM. She had told him this, among former information, while she and her hubby were in the hypnotic trance from the previous day.

'' You asked to see me this morning, Dr. Jenner ? '' Trish stepped forward, looking a trivial confused.

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

Trish 's middle fluttered and then the starved nymphomaniac Jenner had created replaced her. She moved toward him hungrily.

He unzipped his pants. `` You should lactate my shaft, '' he said matter-of-factly.

Trish knelt down and took the doctor 's heavily dick into her mouth as his pant fell to the floor. His penis was n't as long as her husband 's but it was a bit thicker. She tickled the head with her tongue and then licked up the shaft before sucking one-half of it back into her mouth again.

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

Trish pulled her face off of his dick and looked up at him. `` Please have sex me ? ``

Jenner realized that she had unsnapped her chick, pulled aside her scanty and was fingering her pussy while sucking his cock. He also noticed that she was wearing nylons with garters, which he had always felt was an incredibly sexy look.

'' Oh yeah, '' he said, pulling her to her invertebrate foot and helping her to unsnap her supporter. She removed her panties and then they re-secured the garter. NOW it was perfect !

He bent her over the desk and lined his tool up with her puffy, glistening kitty. `` nascency control ? '' he asked, pausing.

'' diaphragm, '' she responded back.

Jenner smiled and thrust his rosehip forward, easily piercing Trish 's wet labia.

'' Yeessss ... '' Trish moaned.

Jenner pulled back a fiddling bit and then pushed again, his cock invading further into the conjoin fair sex 's forbidden deepness. With a couple more thrusting he was as far as he could go.

'' I 've got to tinge these ... '' he said, unbuttoning her blouse and unlatching her bra. Her handsome boobs dangled down toward the desk and he bent over Trish 's back, grabbing a handful of each. They were so delicate and lovesome, 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 tit, Jenner pulled his rosehip back and thrust hard into the wanton womanhood. She grunted in joy. He pinched her pronounced nipples as he thrust again, and then once more. Finally he let go of her breasts, grabbed her garter belted ammunition and used it to pull her back onto his stopcock 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 same hot seat she had occupied just the old day. `` Turn around and razz me, cowgirl, '' he commanded.

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

Trish turned away from him and then easily slither her sopping twat down the doctor 's pulse appendage. Both gasped at the pleasure and then she started to bounce.

Dr. Edward Jenner realized he probably was n't going to end much longer. He reached around the sexy MILF to falsify her clit as she fucked him.

When she had finally overheated from the pleasure she cried out and jammed her pussy down hard on Jenner 's cock, grinding her fork against his. He felt her insides grip his hawkshaw and then he lost control.

'' Augghh ! '' he grunted, feeling his prostate exit a blast of semen that mixed with the roiling sperm cell in his musket ball. The stiff potpourri rushed up his cock shaft, forcefully injecting itself deep into the spasming reproductive arrangement of the mind controlled wife.

Finally, both of their orgasms subsided. Edward Jenner realized that he had to act fast, now that his hypnotized lover had completed her elementary objective.

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

Trish paused, doing exactly that.

'' You must never distinguish your married man of this designation, or that we did this. Do you realize ? ``

She nodded. `` Should I put my 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. undecomposed safe than sorry, right ? '' He shook his headspring ... how did that get any sense ?

Trish extracted the contraceptive diaphragm from her purse and pushed it deep inside her dripping vagina, pressing the residuum of the doctor 's life-threatening seed against the opening of her cervix.

'' One more matter, Mrs. Belvue ... if you get fraught do not tell anyone it 's mine, okay ? ``

Trish nodded. She was exquisitely with that.

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A few days passed, and Guy took vantage of Trish 's nymphomaniac initiation every night, though he made sure that she put her diaphragm in first.

Dr. Jenner was n't going to see Trish for her `` fitting '' for another week. His services were becoming quite popular, it seemed, so his free time was becoming scarce.

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John Bayle came into Trish 's office, as he did every once in a spell to chat. She knew the confirmed bachelor was feeling her out to see if she was up for an affair but she always shut him down. She was a married woman, 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 fucking -- er, sorry -- his freaking leg ... fundament jumping, if you can think it ! ``

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

John sat down in her spare chair. `` That 's when you parachute off of a building or mountain instead of out of a planer. You have a lot less clip to perpetrate your sloping trough and there 's a chance you 'll break up into something. ``

'' Sounds pudden-head, '' she replied, shaking her head.

'' Yeah ... that guy 's nuts ! ``

'... guy 's nuts ...'

Trish got up from her desk and made her way past John to fold the threshold. He looked at her quizzically, and then she hiked up her skirt and straddled him in the chair, pressing her lips to his in a tongue-y kiss.

Though this was ultimately what John wanted, he was taken by surprise. Trish had changed her behavior rightfield in nominal head of him and was now grinding her genitalia into his. After his initial stupor, though, he returned her kisses and grabbed Trish 's firm butt, pulling her down in parliamentary law to increase the friction between their nethers.

Frustrated, Trish got up and unsnapped her skirt. As she had done with Dr. Jenner, she also unsnapped her supporter, removed her panty, and then re-secured the garter. Once can saw Trish deplume her panties down he quickly doffed his pants and underwear.

Trish clambered back into John 's lap. His cock was n't as long as her husband 's or Dr. Edward Jenner 's but it was very thick. She reached down and rubbed the head along her pussy sass, spreading their combined succus in ordination to make insight easier.

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

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

Finally she got the slant right and that thick peter slipped inside of her. She gasped at the feeling of her vagina being stretched, uncomfortable but also respectable. Gospel According to John was now suckling on one of her teat and that also felt good.

She rose up a bit and then settled back down. trick gasped into her boob but kept licking and sucking. She did it again. She felt less stretched now so she was capable to part an up and down musical rhythm. It was starting to feel really good.

John could n't believe it ... Trish the hottie mama was fucking him ! He did n't bang why but he was n't about to ask. Her pussy was so have sex tight !

He could n't exact any Thomas More of the sexy situation and grunted as his rooster spattered her inside with his strong sperm. Because Trish had n't put her diaphragm in that break of day there was nothing protecting the mouth of her neck from the bolts of come splashing against it, and she was now right in the eye of her fecund time. As she felt him explode within her she also went over the bound, moaning as her insides contracted, urging even more than of his ejaculate to spurt mystifying inside her. Her cervix spasmed open and some of John 's sperm slipped inside her womb, where they would have the greatest luck to fulfill their ground directive.

John struggled to control his breathing. `` 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, overlord, '' she answered.

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

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

'' Uhhkk ... '' he gurgled as blood line fountained from his discerp jugular and onto Trish 's chest.

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

Soon the roue stopped, as did John 's life story. Trish got up and looked down at the Padre of her future tense second youngster, who she had just murdered.

She was fine with it .