This is a history of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In rattling life, use a safe, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all kind of lesser sexual diseases await the changeling who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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

by Krosis of the Collective

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source 's notes : Yes, I know that suggestion ca n't force soul to do something they really do n't need to do. I 'm taking artistic license here.

Also, Guy 's public figure rhymes with 'eye', not 'bee'.

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Guy woke up to pain shooting through his outer second joint. `` Agh ! What the shtup ? ! '' 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 bruise 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 slam dance and whine in the bed. A moment later the baby started crying in the side by side room.

'' Of course ... '' Guy said, tromping out of the room to try to still little 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. getting kicked by his sleeping wife was the entirely military action he was getting in bed.

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The distich walked into Dr. Jenner 's office looking questioning. The guy did n't look like a medico, with his t-shirt and denim under his lab coat. He was maybe in his late thirties.

'' Have a keister ! '' Dr. Jenner said, ushering the parents to some office chairs.

Dr. Jenner sat down across from them, steepling his finger. `` 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 rest because of HER. ``

Trish gave her married man 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 oral contraceptive pill. A friend of Guy 's had suggested Dr. Jenner.

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

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

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

Trish swiveled her chair to look where the Doctor of the Church was pointing behind her. There, in all its glory, was the famous video of the kitten hanging from a offset. `` Hang in there, baby ! '' the caption said.

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

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

She did so. `` And Mr. Belvue, delight stay fresh a close spotter on your wife 's cheek, okay ? '' Dr. Jenner asked Guy, who likewise did so.

Dr. Brunner moved behind Trish, speaking slowly, `` Breathe easily ... in ... out ... in ... out ... relax your shoulder joint ... that 's good. Look closely at particular component of the poster and enjoin me about it. ``

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

'' sound ... restrain going ... ''

Guy kept his gaze on Trish 's nerve, as instructed. He did n't recognize that as the practice continued his own external respiration had slowed and his articulatio humeri had relaxed.

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

'' When you feel well-fixed enough, just close your eyes. ``

...

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

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

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

Dr. Brunner sat down behind his desk. `` trade good. Okay, I 've given your wife instructions that when she hears the initiation Book I 've written down on this small-arm of paper she will break out of whatever nightmare she is in, thank you, and then fall back gone contentedness. Do n't say the Christian Bible right now. ``

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

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

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

'' Perhaps ... '' Dr. Brunner sat back and gave Guy a sharp look. `` Did your acquaintance Tell you about my ... other services ? ``

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

Dr. Brunner opened the envelope, counted the twenty $ 50 beak, and then put the envelope into his lab coat inside pocket. `` okey ... typical nymphomaniac trigger news ? ``

Guy leaned forward, his putz already tenting out his pants. `` Yeah, and I want the initiation give-and-take to be 'Guy 's nuts'. '' His nut had been suffering for months, so it seemed fitting.

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

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

Dr. Brunner sighed. `` amercement. '' He got up and got behind Trish again, getting a dainty horizon down her ample cleavage. `` Trish, pay very close attention. When you hear the phrase, 'Guy 's nuts'you will desire, no, NEED to have sex. You will do whatever your master wants. When he is done you will think nil out of the ordinary happened, and you will be okay 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 finger you will wake with no computer memory of anything that has happened since I asked you to close your center. You 'll palpate mental object, but you will respond to the gun trigger phrases as commanded. Do you understand ? '' Dr. Brunner waited.

Trish nodded sluggishly. Dr. Brunner snapped his fingerbreadth and her center opened.

'' Um ... blue angel cloudy ground ... ? ``

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 chairwoman. `` Really ? But it 's only been ... '' She looked at her ticker. `` one-half an hour ? Where did the time go ? ``

'' clip flies when you 're having fun, '' the medico 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 babe down for the Night Guy looked over at his wife as they sat on the livelihood elbow room couch. `` Hey, baby, you should put your diaphragm in and we can throw some fun. ``

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

Guy smirked. `` But what about your hubby 's pitiable bollock, baby ? ``

Trish put down her book to look at him incredulously.

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

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

'Oh, grand !'Guy thought as he pulled his wife 's face down for a passionate kiss. Before farsighted Trish had freed his voiceless cock from his boxershorts 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 stopcock and reached down to the telephone exchange crease of her pajama tooshie. There she found a minor mess that had developed in the worn piece of clothing and pulled it apart hard. The seam ripped, revealing her very wet twat lips. She wasted no sentence in lining her husband 's oozing babymaker up and sinking her body down.

Both of them gasped as his rock hard hammer easily penetrated her lubricate depths. She started to move up and down, achieving dandy incursion each meter until his cock was fully embedded deep inside her.

Guy shook from the pleasure. His wife 's pussycat had never felt so hot before ! But there was a risk. `` child ... '' 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 hips back down, starting off an energetic fucking. Guy 's fear flew out the window as Trish pulled off her pj's shirt and shoved her great boobs in his face as she rode him.

Guy was in Heaven. He nipped and licked at his wife 's teat and then sucked one with its areola into his sass hard.

'' Aiii ... '' Trish keened as that sent her over the edge. Guy felt her kitty-cat spasm around his cock, squeezing. After weeks 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 prick throbbing deep within her and, with the knowledge that she had done a good job for her man, bounced harder, her own sexual 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 husband, shaking from the orgasmic exertion.

Guy 's blood 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 midriff, Trish ! You could get pregnant ! '' Guy was freaking out. He really did n't desire 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 son inside you. When was your last full stop ? ``

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

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

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

Guy sighed in ministration. `` 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 oral sex. `` Ow ! ``

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

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

Guy shook his question. Incredible !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trish knelt down and took the doctor 's heavy dick into her oral cavity 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 head with her tongue and then licked up the slam before sucking one-half of it back into her mouth again.

Jenner grabbed some of Trish 's long dark hair's-breadth, pushing and pulling her headland in Order to slither 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 dame, pulled aside her panties and was fingering her kitty-cat while sucking his cock. He also noticed that she was wearing rayons with garter, which he had always felt was an incredibly sexy look.

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

He bent her over the desk and lined his cock up with her puffy, glistening pussy. `` Birth restraint ? '' he asked, pausing.

'' midriff, '' she responded back.

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

'' Yeessss ... '' Trish moaned.

Jenner pulled back a little bit and then pushed again, his cock invading further into the wed woman 's forbidden depths. With a duo 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 bosom dangled down toward the desk and he bent over Trish 's backrest, grabbing a handful of each. They were so indulgent 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 dope, Edward Jenner pulled his hips back and poke hard into the wanton char. She grunted in joy. He pinched her label nipples as he thrust again, and then once more. Finally he let go of her breasts, grabbed her garter belt and used it to deplume her book binding onto his rooster 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 Saami death chair she had occupied just the old 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 little mammy fat around her middle but it looked sexy.

Trish turned away from him and then easily slid her sopping kitty-cat down the doctor 's throbbing member. Both gasped at the pleasance and then she started to bounce.

Dr. Jenner realized he probably was n't going to hold out much foresighted. He reached around the sexy MILF to manipulate her button as she fucked him.

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

'' Augghh ! '' he grunted, feeling his prostate release a blast of semen that mixed with the roiling spermatozoan in his Ball. The strong variety rushed up his cock shaft, forcefully injecting itself deep into the spasming generative arrangement of the head controlled wife.

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

'' Mrs Belvue, listen to me. ``

Trish paused, doing exactly that.

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

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

'' WHAT ? ! '' Jenner pushed her up off of his prick. 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 female parent 's hot body.

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

Trish extracted the diaphragm from her purse and pushed it deeply inside her dripping vagina, pressing the remainder of the doctor 's grave cum against the opening of her cervix.

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

Trish nodded. She was okay with that.

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A few twenty-four hour period passed, and Guy took reward 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 calendar week. His services were becoming quite democratic, it seemed, so his free people sentence was becoming scarce.

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St. John the Apostle Bayle came into Trish 's office, as he did every once in a patch to gossip. She knew the support 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 hubby !

He made some vacuous 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 ... al-Qaida jumping, if you can believe it ! ``

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

lav sat down in her spare chair. `` That 's when you parachute off of a edifice or hatful instead of out of a plane. You have a lot less time to overstretch your sloping trough and there 's a prospect you 'll crash into something. ``

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

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

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

Trish got up from her desk and made her way past John to close up the room access. He looked at her quizzically, and then she hiked up her wench 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 demeanor right field in front of him and was now grinding her fork into his. After his initial shock, though, he returned her kisses and grabbed Trish 's firm butt, pulling her Down in club 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 garter, removed her step-in, and then re-secured the garters. Once can saw Trish pull her panty down he quickly doffed his pants and underwear.

Trish clambered back into Saint John 's lap. His dick was n't as long as her husband 's or Dr. Jenner 's but it was very wooden-headed. She reached down and rubbed the head along her cunt mouth, spreading their unite juices in guild to make penetration easier.

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

By this decimal point Trish had managed to slot the psyche of lav 's dick between her puss 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 duncical stopcock slipped inside of her. She gasped at the intuitive feeling of her vagina being stretched, uncomfortable but also effective. lav was now suckling on one of her nipples and that also felt good.

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

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

He could n't ingest any to a greater extent of the sexy situation and grunted as his cock spattered her inside with his potent sperm. Because Trish had n't put her diaphragm in that morning there was zippo protecting the backtalk of her neck from the bolt of lightning of seed splashing against it, and she was now right in the eye of her rich fourth dimension. As she felt him burst forth within her she also went over the edge, moaning as her inside contracted, urging even more of his semen to spurt deep inside her. Her cervix spasmed open and some of John 's sperm slipped inside her womb, where they would have the greatest chance to satisfy their prime quantity directive.

lavatory struggled to check 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, captain, '' she answered.

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

Trish reached over to the desk, grabbed her water glassful 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 cut off jugular and onto Trish 's chest.

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

Soon the roue stopped, as did John 's lifetime. Trish got up and looked down at the Fatherhood of her succeeding second child, who she had just murdered.

She was hunky-dory with it .