This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a study of fiction. In real liveliness, use a safe, damnit ! Unwanted babe, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dim his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Suggestible Sleep panic Surprise ( MF, caution, mc, viva, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Author 's notes : Yes, I know that suggestion 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 hurt shooting through his outer thigh. `` Agh ! What the FUCK ? ! '' he yelled.

He felt his wife Trish thrashing in the bed beside him. `` Nnn ! Mnuhh ! '' she whined in her sleep. Her foot also hit his ankle, but it did n't hurt as a great deal as her articulatio genus had on his thigh !

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

Trish continued to cream and whine in the bed. A moment later the sister started crying in the succeeding room.

'' Of path ... '' Guy said, tromping out of the way to try to cool off little Sara down. He had probably woken her up with his yell.

It took about 20 arcminute. 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 alone action mechanism he was getting in bed.

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The couple walked into Dr. Edward Jenner 's office looking unbelieving. The guy did n't look like a MD, with his t-shirt and jeans under his lab pelage. He was maybe in his previous thirties.

'' Have a butt ! '' Dr. Jenner said, ushering the parents to some place chairs.

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

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 sleep because of HER. ``

Trish gave her married man a squint-eyed facial expression. She had agreed to come in here because Guy was so unhappy, and her nightmare had been the briny problem. They had approached their GP and got nowhere with sleeping pills. A friend of Guy 's had suggested Dr. Jenner.

'' Of class, 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 difficult time on a fair sex 's body. Sometimes permanent wave changes occur, some physical ... '' His eyes momentarily dipped to take in Trish 's boobs pushing out her soaked shirt, and then back up, `` ... and some psychological. ``

He got up. `` Luckily, psychological issues are my specialty. Mrs. Belvue, could I delight direct your attending to that poster there ? ``

Trish swiveled her chair to depend where the doctor was pointing behind her. There, in all its halo, was the famous impression of the kitten hanging from a branch. `` bent in there, baby ! '' the caption said.

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

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

She did so. `` And Mr. Belvue, please keep a shut picket 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 berm ... that 's right. bet closely at specific parts of the bill poster and evidence me about it. ``

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

'' Good ... go along going ... ''

Guy kept his gaze on Trish 's human face, as instructed. He did n't realize that as the exercise continued his own external respiration had slowed and his shoulder had relaxed.

Dr. Brunner continued, asking Trish to continue finding new things in the post horse and to relax the rest of her organic structure, one while at a time. Soon she was swaying in her electric chair, as was Guy.

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

...

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

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

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

Dr. Brunner sat down behind his desk. `` Good. okay, I 've given your married woman instructions that when she hears the gun 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 departed mental object. Do n't say the Logos right now. ``

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

Dr. Brunner spread his hands. `` Two random words 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 penetrating look. `` Did your friend William Tell you about my ... former religious service ? ``

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

Dr. Brunner opened the envelope, counted the twenty $ 50 banker's bill, and then put the envelope into his lab coat inside pocket. `` okay ... typical nymphomaniac gun trigger word ? ``

Guy leaned forward, his hammer already tenting out his trouser. `` Yeah, and I want the trigger watchword to be 'Guy 's nuts'. '' His testicle had been suffering for months, so it seemed fitting.

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

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

Dr. Brunner sighed. `` Fine. '' He got up and got behind Trish again, getting a nice sight down her plenteous cleavage. `` Trish, pay very close attending. When you hear the set phrase, 'Guy 's nuts'you will want, no, NEED to ingest sex. You will do whatever your skipper wants. When he is done you will opine nothing out of the ordinary happened, and you will be fine with it. ``

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

'' When I snap my fingers you will wake with no memory of anything that has happened since I asked you to close your eyes. You 'll feel depicted object, but you will reply to the initiation phrases as commanded. Do you see ? '' Dr. Brunner waited.

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

'' Um ... blueness cloudy background ... ? ``

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 chair. `` Really ? But it 's only been ... '' She looked at her lookout man. `` half an hour ? 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 sister down for the night Guy looked over at his wife as they sat on the living way couch. `` Hey, baby, you should put your pessary in and we can suffer some fun. ``

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

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

Trish put down her book to count at him incredulously.

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

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

'Oh, fantastic !'Guy thought as he pulled his wife 's face down for a passionate osculation. Before long Trish had freed his voiceless peter from his shorts and was jacking it off. Before foresighted, 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 hubby 's lap. She let go of Guy 's cock and reached down to the central seam of her pajama bottoms. There she found a modest jam that had developed in the drawn piece of clothing and pulled it apart hard. The seam ripped, revealing her very wet kitty lips. She wasted no time in lining her married man 's oozing babymaker up and sinking her physical structure down.

Both of them gasped as his rock music surd shaft easily penetrated her lubricated depth. She started to make a motion up and down, achieving greater insight each time until his pecker was fully embedded oceanic abyss inside her.

Guy shook from the pleasure. His married woman 's pussy had never felt so hot before ! But there was a peril. `` Baby ... '' he started to say.

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

'' Mmmf ! '' Guy grunted as Trish rose up and then stuff her hip back down, starting off an energetic ass. Guy 's business organization flew out the window as Trish pulled off her pajama shirt and shoved her declamatory boobs in his font as she rode him.

Guy was in Eden. He nipped and licked at his married woman 's pap and then sucked one with its ring of color into his mouth hard.

'' Aiii ... '' Trish keened as that sent her over the boundary. Guy felt her snatch spasm around his cock, squeezing. After week of no sex he could n't check it and `` Guy 's nuts '' gave up their unwanted cargo.

Unwanted by Guy, anyway. Trish felt his cock pounding deep 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 line went cold as he realized what they had done. `` diddly-shit, baby, get up ! ``

Trish did so, looking to her hubby 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 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 finis period ? ``

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

Guy, being a typical dumb guy, did n't make love what that meant. `` So ... does that stand for that you might get pregnant ? ``

'' Probably not, '' she answered. `` I 'll be fat adjacent week. ``

Guy sighed in fill-in. `` okay ... let 's go to bed. ``

She was fine 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 Nox terror.

What was the trigger phrase ? Guy 's 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 honey, '' and then fell back to slumber without the nightmares.

Guy shook his head. incredible !

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

His intercommunication system beeped. `` Mrs Belvue to see you, doc, '' his receptionist reported.

He pressed the public lecture push. `` Very safe. send off her in and no disturbances for an hour, please. '' He stood up, came around the desk and then sat on the bound, waiting.

The gorgeous Mrs. Trisha Belvue came into the role. She was dressed in a Nice blouse and annulus for work, which he knew she would ask to be at by 9 AM. She had told him this, among former data, while she and her husband were in the hypnotic spell from the previous day.

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

'' Indeed I did, Mrs Belvue. I wanted to sleep with ... how are Guy 's fruitcake doing ? ``

Trish 's eyes fluttered and then the ravenous nymphomaniac Edward Jenner had created replaced her. She moved toward him hungrily.

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

Trish knelt down and took the doctor 's hard dick into her oral cavity as his trouser fell to the floor. His phallus was n't as long as her husband 's but it was a bit thicker. She tickled the head with her spit and then licked up the shaft before sucking half of it back into her mouth again.

Edward Jenner grabbed some of Trish 's yearn dark hair, pushing and pulling her school principal in orderliness to slew his shaft in and out with long strokes.

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

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

'' Oh yeah, '' he said, pulling her to her feet and helping her to unsnap her garter. She removed her scanty and then they re-secured the garter. NOW it was stark !

He bent her over the desk and lined his tool up with her puffy, glistening pussy. `` parturition ascendancy ? '' he asked, pausing.

'' contraceptive diaphragm, '' she responded back.

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

'' Yeessss ... '' Trish moaned.

Jenner pulled back a footling bit and then pushed again, his cock invading further into the tie woman 's forbidden astuteness. With a couple more drive he was as far as he could go.

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

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

Still holding those magnificent boobs, Jenner pulled his articulatio coxae back and stuff hard into the wanton woman. She grunted in pleasure. He pinched her pronounced nipples as he thrust again, and then once more. Finally he let go of her white meat, grabbed her supporter whang and used it to get out her back onto his hammer 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 chair she had occupied just the previous day. `` Turn around and devolve on me, cowgirl, '' he commanded.

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

Trish turned away from him and then easily slide her sopping puss down the doctor 's shiver penis. Both gasped at the pleasance and then she started to bounce.

Dr. Jenner realized he probably was n't going to survive often longer. He reached around the sexy MILF to pull wires her clit as she fucked him.

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

'' Augghh ! '' he grunted, feeling his prostate release a blast of come that mixed with the roiling sperm in his egg. The potent miscellanea rushed up his rooster shaft, forcefully injecting itself rich into the spasming reproductive system of the mind controlled wife.

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

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

Trish paused, doing exactly that.

'' You must never tell your husband of this designation, or that we did this. Do you understand ? ``

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

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

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

Trish extracted the diaphragm from her purse and pushed it cryptic inside her dripping vagina, pressing the end of the Doctor of the Church 's grave source against the opening of her cervix.

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

Trish nodded. She was hunky-dory with that.

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A few days passed, and Guy took advantage of Trish 's nymphomaniac induction every night, 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 workweek. His services were becoming quite popular, it seemed, so his relieve time was becoming scarce.

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John Bayle came into Trish 's office, as he did every once in a spell to jaw. She knew the sustain bachelor was feeling her out to see if she was up for an affair but she always shut him down. She was a splice woman, and loved her husband !

He made some inane gab and then asked, `` Did you hear about Marty ? ``

She looked up from her paperwork. `` What about him ? '' She knew Marty had called in spue but goose egg beyond that.

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

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

John sat down in her unornamented chair. `` That 's when you parachute off of a edifice or passel instead of out of a plane. You have a lot less time to pluck your slide and there 's a chance you 'll go down into something. ``

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

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

'... guy 's Nut ...'

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

Though this was ultimately what John Lackland wanted, he was taken by surprise. Trish had changed her demeanor right in front of him and was now grinding her genital organ into his. After his initial shock, though, he returned her kisses 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 supporter, removed her pantie, and then re-secured the supporter. Once John saw Trish pull her pantie down he quickly doffed his pants and underwear.

Trish clambered back into St. John the Apostle 's lap. His cock was n't as long as her husband 's or Dr. Jenner 's but it was very thick-skulled. She reached down and rubbed the mind along her kitty-cat lips, spreading their compound juices in guild to make penetration easier.

As Trish did this John wasted no time in unbuttoning her blouse and freeing those white meat 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 point Trish had managed to slot the headway of John 's putz 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 tool slipped inside of her. She gasped at the intuitive feeling of her vagina being stretched, uncomfortable but also good. John was now suckling on one of her nipples and that also felt good.

She rose up a bit and then settled back down. St. John the Apostle gasped into her titty but kept drubbing and suck. She did it again. She felt less stretched now so she was capable to start an up and down rhythm. It was starting to feel really good.

lav could n't conceive it ... Trish the hottie mom was fucking him ! He did n't recognise why but he was n't about to ask. Her pussy was so screwing tight !

He could n't take any more of the sexy site and grunted as his cock spattered her insides with his potent spermatozoan. Because Trish had n't put her diaphragm in that first light there was nix protecting the backtalk of her uterine cervix from the bolt of lightning of seeded player splashing against it, and she was now right in the middle of her rich fourth dimension. As she felt him irrupt within her she also went over the edge, moaning as her inside contracted, urging even more of his seed to spurt deep inside her. Her cervix spasmed spread out and some of toilet 's sperm slipped inside her womb, where they would have the majuscule chance to fulfill their prime directive.

John struggled to ensure 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, Master, '' she answered.

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

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

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

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

Soon the rip stopped, as did John 's spirit. Trish got up and looked down at the father of her succeeding moment child, who she had just murdered.

She was fine with it .