This is a history of cursory, unprotected sex, and is a workplace of fiction. In veridical life, use a condom, damnit ! unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` douse his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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

by Krosis of the Collective

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generator 's government note : Yes, I know that hypnotism ca n't draw 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 anguish shooting through his outer thigh. `` Agh ! What the FUCK ? ! '' he yelled.

He felt his married woman 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 injure as lots as her stifle 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 sister started crying in the succeeding room.

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

It took about 20 transactions. When he got back into the bedroom Trish was once again sleeping soundly. Guy sighed. These sidereal day getting kicked by his sleeping married woman was the only military action he was getting in bed.

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The duo walked into Dr. Jenner 's office looking sceptical. The guy did n't front like a medico, with his T-shirt and jeans under his lab coating. He was maybe in his recent thirties.

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

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

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 husband a squint looking at. She had agreed to come here because Guy was so unhappy, and her nightmare had been the main trouble. They had approached their GP and got nowhere with sleeping pills. A protagonist of Guy 's had suggested Dr. Jenner.

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

At their nods he continued, `` Pregnancy can be a difficult fourth dimension on a fair sex 's body. Sometimes permanent changes occur, some forcible ... '' His eye momentarily dipped to take in Trish 's boobs pushing out her tight shirt, and then back up, `` ... and some psychological. ``

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

Trish swiveled her chair to reckon where the doc was pointing behind her. There, in all its aureole, was the famous impression of the kitten hanging from a arm. `` knack in there, infant ! '' the legend said.

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

'' I know, in good order ? Is n't it awesome ? Just restrain your eyes on it. ``

She did so. `` And Mr. Belvue, please keep a close ticker on your wife 's facial expression, 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 unspoiled. wait closely at specific region of the poster and tell me about it. ``

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

'' estimable ... keep going ... ''

Guy kept his gaze on Trish 's face, as instructed. He did n't make that as the use continued his own external respiration had slowed and his shoulders had relaxed.

Dr. Brunner continued, asking Trish to keep finding new affair in the poster and to relax the quietus of her body, one part at a clip. Soon she was swaying in her chair, as was Guy.

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

...

Guy woke as person 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. `` skillful. Okay, I 've given your wife instructions that when she hears the trigger word I 've written down on this piece of music of newspaper publisher she will break out of whatever incubus she is in, thank you, and then settle back gone message. Do n't say the Logos right now. ``

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

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

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

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

Guy nodded. The other issue, the deficiency of sex for calendar month now, was heavy on his creative thinker. He pulled out an envelope and gave it to the doctor.

Dr. Brunner opened the envelope, counted the XX $ 50 invoice, and then put the envelope into his lab coat inside air pocket. `` okey ... typical nymphomaniac trigger Bible ? ``

Guy leaned forward, his stopcock already tenting out his pants. `` Yeah, and I want the induction Word of God to be 'Guy 's nuts'. '' His nuts had been suffering for months, so it seemed fitting.

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

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

Dr. Brunner sighed. `` Fine. '' He got up and got behind Trish again, getting a gracious view down her rich cleavage. `` Trish, pay very close attention. When you hear the musical phrase, 'Guy 's nuts'you will want, no, penury to have sex. You will do whatever your master wants. When he is done you will guess zero out of the ordinary happened, and you will be amercement with it. ``

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

'' When I snap my fingers you will wake up with no retention of anything that has happened since I asked you to close your eyes. You 'll feel content, but you will respond to the trigger phrases as commanded. Do you understand ? '' Dr. Brunner waited.

Trish nodded sluggishly. Dr. Brunner snapped his digit and her eyes opened.

'' Um ... blue air cloudy scope ... ? ``

Guy realized that she was still describing the poster as if nil had happened, and based on what Dr. Brunner had just said, that was exactly what she thought ! He was amazed at the medico 's skills.

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

Trish turned around in her chairman. `` Really ? But it 's only been ... '' She looked at her spotter. `` Half an hour ? Where did the time go ? ``

'' prison term flies when you 're having fun, '' the doc said, `` You 're feeling mulct, right ? ``

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

They thanked the medico and went home.

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After putting the child down for the night Guy looked over at his wife as they sat on the sustenance elbow room couch. `` Hey, sister, you should put your stop in and we can have some fun. ``

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

Guy smirked. `` But what about your hubby 's poor ballock, baby ? ``

Trish put down her rule book to look at him incredulously.

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

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

'Oh, grotesque !'Guy thought as he pulled his wife 's face down for a passionate kiss. Before long Trish had freed his surd cock from his underdrawers and was jacking it off. Before retentive, 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 seam of her pajama bottoms. There she found a lowly cakehole that had developed in the have on slice of clothing and pulled it apart hard. The line ripped, revealing her very wet pussy lips. She wasted no fourth dimension in lining her hubby 's oozing babymaker up and sinking her body down.

Both of them gasped as his rock hard prick easily penetrated her lube profoundness. She started to move up and down, achieving peachy penetration each time until his putz was fully embedded late inside her.

Guy shook from the pleasure. His married woman 's pussy had never felt so hot before ! But there was a risk. `` Baby ... '' 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 articulatio coxae back down, starting off an energetic nookie. Guy 's concerns flew out the window as Trish pulled off her jammies shirt and shoved her large boobs in his human face as she rode him.

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

'' Aiii ... '' Trish keened as that sent her over the edge. Guy felt her cunt spasm around his cock, squeezing. After weeks of no sex he could n't hold it and `` Guy 's nut case '' gave up their unwanted cargo.

Unwanted by Guy, anyway. Trish felt his pecker throb oceanic abyss 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 interior 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 rakehell went cold as he realized what they had done. `` Shit, baby, 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 contraceptive diaphragm, Trish ! You could get significant ! '' Guy was freaking out. He really did n't want another kid ; one was to a greater extent 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 days ago, '' she replied.

Guy, being a distinctive dumb guy, did n't bonk what that meant. `` So ... does that mean that you might get pregnant ? ``

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

Guy sighed in relief. `` okey ... 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 mind. `` Ow ! ``

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

What was the induction phrase ? Guy 's oral sex 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 love, '' and then fell back to catch some Z's without the nightmares.

Guy shook his head. Incredible !

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The next day Dr. Edward Jenner was eagerly waiting for his 8 AM fitting. He did n't charge a lot for his supererogatory nymphomaniac hypnoservice because he got an extra benefit out of it.

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

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

The gorgeous Mrs Trisha Belvue came into the office. She was dressed in a courteous blouse and chick for body of work, which he knew she would want 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 sunrise, Dr. Jenner ? '' Trish stepped forward, looking a piddling confused.

'' Indeed I did, Mrs Belvue. I wanted to make love ... how are Guy 's testis doing ? ``

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

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

Trish knelt down and took the doctor 's hard dick into her rima oris as his trouser fell to the floor. His penis was n't as long as her hubby '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 yearn dark hair, pushing and pulling her head in rules of order to slue his beam of light in and out with long strokes.

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

Jenner realized that she had unsnapped her dame, pulled aside her pantie and was fingering her slit while sucking his tool. 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 feet and helping her to unsnap her garters. She removed her panties and then they re-secured the garters. NOW it was perfect !

He bent her over the desk and lined his turncock up with her puffy, glistening cunt. `` nascency mastery ? '' he asked, pausing.

'' Diaphragm, '' she responded back.

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

'' Yeessss ... '' Trish moaned.

Jenner pulled back a minuscule bit and then pushed again, his tool invading further into the tie woman 's prohibited deepness. With a couple more knife thrust 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 back, grabbing a handful of each. They were so soft and warm, large 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 dumbbell, Jenner pulled his hips back and thrust hard into the wanton char. She grunted in pleasure. He pinched her sound out teat as he thrust again, and then once more. Finally he let go of her knocker, grabbed her supporter belt and used it to get out her book binding onto his cock as he started thrusting in and out.

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

After a few second of this he pulled out and then sat on the same hot seat she had occupied just the premature day. `` Turn 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 minuscule mama fat around her heart but it looked sexy.

Trish turned away from him and then easily slip her sopping pussy down the Dr. 's thrill penis. Both gasped at the pleasure and then she started to bounce.

Dr. Jenner realized he probably was n't going to last-place much thirster. He reached around the sexy MILF to keep in line her button as she fucked him.

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

'' Augghh ! '' he grunted, feeling his prostate release a blast of cum that mixed with the roiling sperm cell in his balls. The potent mixture rushed up his cock shaft, forcefully injecting itself late into the spasming reproductive system of the mind controlled wife.

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

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

Trish paused, doing exactly that.

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

She nodded. `` Should I put my midriff in now ? ``

'' WHAT ? ! '' Jenner pushed her up off of his rooster. 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 bit. `` Um, sure, you should do that. Better safe than sorry, right ? '' He shook his pass ... how did that make any sense ?

Trish extracted the midriff from her pocketbook and pushed it deep inside her dripping vagina, pressing the remainder of the doctor 's unsafe seed against the curtain raising of her cervix.

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

Trish nodded. She was exquisitely with that.

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A few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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 `` fitting '' for another week. His Service were becoming quite democratic, it seemed, so his free time was becoming scarce.

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John Bayle came into Trish 's power, as he did every once in a while to visit. She knew the confirmed bachelor-at-arms was feeling her out to see if she was up for an amour but she always shut him down. She was a married char, and loved her hubby !

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 gruesome but naught beyond that.

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

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

John the Divine sat down in her spare electric chair. `` That 's when you parachute off of a edifice or mountain instead of out of a plane. You have a lot less time to rive your chute and there 's a chance you 'll crash into something. ``

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

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

'... guy 's crackpot ...'

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

Though this was ultimately what trick wanted, he was taken by surprise. Trish had changed her demeanor right in battlefront of him and was now grinding her crotch into his. After his initial shock absorber, though, he returned her kisses and grabbed Trish 's house can, pulling her down in order to increase the friction between their nethers.

Frustrated, Trish got up and unsnapped her wench. As she had done with Dr. Jenner, she also unsnapped her garters, removed her pantie, and then re-secured the garter. Once John saw Trish take out her step-in down he quickly doffed his pant and underwear.

Trish clambered back into John '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 head along her pussy rim, spreading their combined juices in order to make penetration easier.

As Trish did this John wasted no clip in unbuttoning her blouse and freeing those boob he had longed to see. As he reached around and unsnapped her bra they sprung give up and he was in Eden, shoving his face into her boobflesh.

By this point Trish had managed to slot the head of can 's rooster between her pussy back talk 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 tactile sensation of her vagina being stretched, uncomfortable but also good. 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 dumbbell but kept defeat and sucking. She did it again. She felt less stretched now so she was capable to take off an up and down rhythm. It was starting to sense really good.

can could n't trust it ... Trish the hottie mama was fucking him ! He did n't have intercourse why but he was n't about to ask. Her pussy was so hump tight !

He could n't take any more of the sexy situation and grunted as his cock spattered her interior with his potent sperm. Because Trish had n't put her diaphragm in that morning there was nothing protecting the oral fissure of her cervix from the thunderbolt of germ splashing against it, and she was now right in the heart of her fecund clip. As she felt him explode within her she also went over the boundary, moaning as her inside contracted, urging even more of his ejaculate to spurt deep inside her. Her neck spasmed open and some of Saint John 's spermatozoan slipped inside her uterus, where they would have got the great chance to fulfill their heyday directive.

King John struggled to hold his respiration. `` 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 ! skipper ? You drink down me, Trish. ``

Trish reached over to the desk, grabbed her H2O glass and smashed it down on intemperate surface. Turning back, she then jammed the jagged remains into privy 's throat.

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

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

Soon the blood stopped, as did whoremonger 's spirit. Trish got up and looked down at the Fatherhood of her next second tiddler, who she had just murdered.

She was fine with it .