This is a tarradiddle of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fabrication. In real number life, use a prophylactic, damnit ! undesirable babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dip his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Suggestible nap Terror surprisal ( MF, caution, mc, oral, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Author 's bank note : Yes, I know that mesmerism ca n't force soul to do something they really do n't want to do. I 'm taking aesthetic 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 nookie ? ! '' he yelled.

He felt his wife Trish slaughter in the bed beside him. `` Nnn ! Mnuhh ! '' she whined in her rest. Her foot also hit his ankle, but it did n't injure 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 creak in the bed. A moment later the baby started crying in the following room.

'' Of course ... '' Guy said, tromping out of the room to try to calm short 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 Day getting kicked by his sleeping wife was the alone action he was getting in bed.

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The mates walked into Dr. Jenner 's office looking skeptical. The guy did n't attend like a MD, with his T-shirt and jeans under his lab coat. He was maybe in his later thirties.

'' Have a ass ! '' Dr. Jenner said, ushering the parents to some bureau chairs.

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

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

Trish gave her married man a sidelong look. She had agreed to come here because Guy was so infelicitous, and her nightmares had been the main problem. They had approached their GP and got nowhere with sleeping tablet. A booster of Guy 's had suggested Dr. Jenner.

'' Of course, of course, '' Dr. 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 body. Sometimes permanent changes occur, some physical ... '' His eyes momentarily dipped to take in Trish 's titty pushing out her stiff shirt, and then back up, `` ... and some psychological. ``

He got up. `` Luckily, psychological issues are my specialty. Mrs. Belvue, could I please direct your tending to that bill there ? ``

Trish swiveled her chair to look where the doctor was pointing behind her. There, in all its nimbus, was the famous exposure of the kitten hanging from a branch. `` hang in there, baby ! '' the caption said.

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

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

She did so. `` And Mr. Belvue, delight retain a come together 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 ... decompress your shoulders ... that 's expert. Look closely at specific piece of the posting and assure me about it. ``

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

'' trade good ... maintain going ... ''

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

Dr. Brunner continued, asking Trish to sustain finding new affair in the poster and to make relaxed the residuum of her dead body, one spell at a time. Soon she was swaying in her chair, as was Guy.

'' When you feel well-situated enough, just close your optic. ``

...

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. `` Good. Okay, I 've given your wife operating instructions that when she hears the trigger word I 've written down on this objet d'art of paper she will break out of whatever nightmare she is in, thank you, and then come back gone content. Do n't say the intelligence right now. ``

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

Dr. Brunner spread his workforce. `` Two random words strung together. You 're not in all likelihood to blank out them, right ? ``

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

'' Perhaps ... '' Dr. Brunner sat back and gave Guy a penetrating looking at. `` Did your friend tell you about my ... early Service ? ``

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

Dr. Brunner opened the envelope, counted the twenty $ 50 bills, and then put the envelope into his lab coat inside sac. `` okeh ... 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 junkie'. '' His bollock had been suffering for months, 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 patch of report on his desk ,'... turkey university'? ``

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

Dr. Brunner sighed. `` amercement. '' He got up and got behind Trish again, getting a courteous horizon down her ample cleavage. `` Trish, pay very close attention. When you hear the idiomatic expression, 'Guy 's nuts'you will want, no, NEED to hold sex. You will do whatever your master wants. When he is done you will retrieve nada out of the ordinary bicycle happened, and you will be ticket with it. ``

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

'' When I snap my finger's breadth you will awaken with no storage of anything that has happened since I asked you to close your middle. You 'll feel content, but you will respond to the trigger phrases as commanded. Do you sympathize ? '' Dr. Brunner waited.

Trish nodded sluggishly. Dr. Brunner snapped his fingers and her eye opened.

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

Guy realized that she was still describing the bill 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 chair. `` Really ? But it 's only been ... '' She looked at her watch. `` Half an hour ? Where did the time go ? ``

'' meter flies when you 're having fun, '' the physician said, `` You 're feeling mulct, 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 babe down for the night Guy looked over at his wife as they sat on the aliveness elbow room couch. `` Hey, baby, you should put your diaphragm in and we can accept some fun. ``

'' Oh, not tonight, Guy, I have a headache, '' Trish responded, continuing to take 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 nuts ? ``

Trish 's eyes glazed over and she dropped her Scripture. She looked at Guy with undisguised luxuria, got up, and then straddled him, rubbing her jammies covered crotch against his boxers.

'Oh, fantastic !'Guy thought as he pulled his wife 's aspect down for a passionate kiss. Before long Trish had freed his hard cock from his short circuit and was jacking it off. Before long, 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 cock and reached down to the central bed of her pajama bottoms. There she found a diminished hole that had developed in the assume firearm of clothing and pulled it apart hard. The seam ripped, revealing her very wet pussy rim. She wasted no time in lining her husband 's oozing babymaker up and sinking her body down.

Both of them gasped as his rock hard turncock easily penetrated her lubricated depths. She started to motivate up and down, achieving neat penetration each time until his pecker was fully embedded mysterious 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 backtalk to his, passionately kissing and licking.

'' Mmmf ! '' Guy grunted as Trish rose up and then hurtle her pelvic girdle back down, starting off an energetic ass. Guy 's concerns flew out the window as Trish pulled off her pajama shirt and shoved her heavy dummy in his human face as she rode him.

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

'' Aiii ... '' Trish keened as that sent her over the edge. Guy felt her twat cramp around his dick, squeezing. After hebdomad of no sex he could n't defend it and `` Guy 's nuts '' gave up their unwanted cargo.

Unwanted by Guy, anyway. Trish felt his cock throb trench within her and, with the knowledge that she had done a well job for her man, bounced harder, her own climax extending as she felt her inside 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 line went cold as he realized what they had done. `` shit, baby, get up ! ``

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

'' You were supposed to put in your contraceptive 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 ensnare my boys inside you. When was your lowest period ? ``

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

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

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

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

She was fine with that.

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Guy woke up as his wife 's script careened off of his point. `` Ow ! ``

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

What was the gun trigger phrasal idiom ? Guy 's straits 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 beloved, '' and then fell back to sleep without the nightmares.

Guy shook his head. incredible !

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The future day Dr. Jenner was eagerly waiting for his 8 AM appointment. He did n't charge a lot for his extra nympho hypnoservice because he got an additional benefit out of it.

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

He pressed the talk of the town button. `` Very good. direct her in and no disturbances for an minute, please. '' He stood up, came around the desk and then sat on the edge, waiting.

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

'' You asked to see me this break of day, Dr. 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 heart fluttered and then the voracious nymphomaniacal Edward Jenner had created replaced her. She moved toward him hungrily.

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

Trish knelt down and took the doctor 's hard dick into her mouth as his trousers fell to the floor. His penis was n't as long as her husband 's but it was a bit thicker. She tickled the point with her knife and then licked up the ray of light before sucking half of it back into her backtalk again.

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

Trish pulled her face off of his hammer and looked up at him. `` Please fuck me ? ``

Edward Jenner realized that she had unsnapped her wench, pulled aside her step-in and was fingering her cunt while sucking his peter. He also noticed that she was wearing nylons with supporter, which he had always felt was an incredibly sexy look.

'' Oh yeah, '' he said, pulling her to her ft and helping her to unsnap her garters. She removed her step-in and then they re-secured the supporter. NOW it was perfect !

He bent her over the desk and lined his stopcock up with her puffy, glistening cunt. `` nativity control ? '' he asked, pausing.

'' Diaphragm, '' she responded back.

Edward Jenner smiled and pierce his hip forward, easily piercing Trish 's wet labia.

'' Yeessss ... '' Trish moaned.

Jenner pulled back a minuscule bit and then pushed again, his stopcock invading further into the married woman 's forbidden profoundness. With a couple more jabbing he was as far as he could go.

'' I 've got to touch these ... '' he said, unbuttoning her blouse and unlatching her bra. Her giving breast dangled down toward the desk and he bent over Trish 's back, grabbing a handful of each. They were so soft and warm, turgid 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 breast, Edward Jenner pulled his hips back and stab hard into the wanton woman. She grunted in pleasure. He pinched her judge mamilla as he thrust again, and then once more. Finally he let go of her breasts, grabbed her garter belt ammunition and used it to pull her book binding onto his turncock as he started thrusting in and out.

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

After a few min of this he pulled out and then sat on the same chair she had occupied just the previous day. `` good turn around and tease me, cowgirl, '' he commanded.

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

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

Dr. Jenner realized he probably was n't going to hold out a lot farsighted. He reached around the sexy MILF to manipulate 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 crotch against his. He felt her insides grip his dick and then he lost control.

'' Augghh ! '' he grunted, feeling his prostate spill a blast of semen that mixed with the roiling sperm in his testicle. The strong miscellanea rushed up his rooster shaft of light, forcefully injecting itself mystifying into the spasming generative system of the mind controlled wife.

Finally, both of their coming subsided. Edward Jenner realized that he had to act fast, now that his hypnotized fan had completed her primary objective.

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

Trish paused, doing exactly that.

'' You must never state your husband of this engagement, or that we did this. Do you translate ? ``

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 late inside the sexy mother 's hot body.

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

Trish extracted the diaphragm from her purse and pushed it deep inside her dripping vagina, pressing the rest of the MD 's unsafe seed against the possible action of her cervix.

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

Trish nodded. She was ticket with that.

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A few twenty-four hours passed, and Guy took advantage of Trish 's nymphomaniac trigger every dark, though he made sure that she put her diaphragm in first.

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

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John Bayle came into Trish 's office, as he did every once in a piece to shoot the breeze. She knew the confirmed bachelor-at-arms was feeling her out to see if she was up for an matter but she always shut him down. She was a espouse charwoman, and loved her hubby !

He made some mindless chin wag and then asked, `` Did you hear about Marty ? ``

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

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

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

John sat down in her spare chair. `` That 's when you parachute off of a building or great deal instead of out of a plane. You have a lot less time to pull your chute and there 's a chance you 'll ram into something. ``

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

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

'... guy 's junkie ...'

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

Though this was ultimately what bathroom wanted, he was taken by surprise. Trish had changed her demeanor right field in front of him and was now grinding her genitalia into his. After his initial jolt, though, he returned her osculation and grabbed Trish 's firm butt, pulling her down in order to increase the friction between their nethers.

Frustrated, Trish got up and unsnapped her dame. 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 panties down he quickly doffed his bloomers and underwear.

Trish clambered back into John 's lap. His rooster was n't as long as her husband 's or Dr. Jenner 's but it was very thick. She reached down and rubbed the head along her puss lips, spreading their combined juices in guild to work penetration easier.

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

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

Finally she got the angle right field and that thick tool slipped inside of her. She gasped at the belief of her vagina being stretched, uncomfortable but also good. trick was now suckling on one of her nipples and that also felt good.

She rose up a bit and then settled back down. John gasped into her booby but kept licking and sucking. She did it again. She felt less stretched now so she was able to start an up and down 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 know why but he was n't about to ask. Her pussy was so fucking tight !

He could n't aim any more of the aphrodisiacal situation and grunted as his peter spattered her inside with his strong spermatozoan. Because Trish had n't put her contraceptive diaphragm in that morning there was nothing protecting the back talk of her cervix from the deadbolt of come splashing against it, and she was now right in the middle of her fat prison term. As she felt him explode within her she also went over the sharpness, moaning as her interior contracted, urging even more than of his semen to spurt rich inside her. Her uterine cervix spasmed unfastened and some of can 's sperm cell slipped inside her uterus, where they would have the outstanding luck to execute their prime 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, maestro, '' she answered.

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

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

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

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

Soon the rake stopped, as did lav 's life. Trish got up and looked down at the father of her future tense second child, who she had just murdered.

She was fine with it .