This is a account of chance, unprotected sex, and is a work of fabrication. In material life, use a condom, damnit ! undesirable babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the half-wit who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Suggestible sleep Terror Surprise ( MF, forethought, mc, oral, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Author 's notation : Yes, I know that hypnotism ca n't force person to do something they really do n't need to do. I 'm taking artistic licence 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 piece of tail ? ! '' he yelled.

He felt his wife Trish thrashing in the bed beside him. `` Nnn ! Mnuhh ! '' she whined in her nap. Her human foot also hit his mortise joint, but it did n't anguish 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 clobber and snivel in the bed. A instant later the baby started crying in the future room.

'' Of line ... '' Guy said, tromping out of the elbow room to try to calm little Sara down. He had probably woken her up with his yell.

It took about 20 minute. When he got back into the bedroom Trish was once again sleeping soundly. Guy sighed. These daylight getting kicked by his sleeping wife was the only legal action he was getting in bed.

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The couple walked into Dr. Jenner 's role looking disbelieving. The guy did n't look like a doctor, with his jersey and jeans under his lab pelage. He was maybe in his latterly thirties.

'' Have a backside ! '' Dr. Edward Jenner said, ushering the parents to some post chairs.

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

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 eternal sleep because of HER. ``

Trish gave her hubby a sidelong look. She had agreed to come here because Guy was so unhappy, and her incubus had been the primary trouble. They had approached their GP and got nowhere with sleeping pills. A friend 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, `` gestation can be a difficult metre on a cleaning lady 's trunk. Sometimes permanent modification occur, some physical ... '' His heart momentarily dipped to take in Trish 's boobs pushing out her cockeyed shirt, and then back up, `` ... and some psychological. ``

He got up. `` Luckily, psychological military issue are my specialty. Mrs. Belvue, could I please mastermind your attending to that poster there ? ``

Trish swiveled her professorship to look where the doctor was pointing behind her. There, in all its glory, was the famous film of the kitten hanging from a offshoot. `` hang in there, babe ! '' the caption said.

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

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

She did so. `` And Mr. Belvue, please keep a close sentinel on your wife 's side, okay ? '' Dr. Edward Jenner asked Guy, who likewise did so.

Dr. Brunner moved behind Trish, speaking slowly, `` Breathe easily ... in ... out ... in ... out ... unstrain your shoulder ... that 's good. seem closely at specific persona of the poster and narrate me about it. ``

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

'' well ... keep going ... ''

Guy kept his gaze on Trish 's face, as instructed. He did n't realize that as the exercise 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 residuum of her organic structure, one piece at a metre. Soon she was swaying in her chair, as was Guy.

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

...

Guy woke as somebody 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. `` effective. Okay, I 've given your wife instructions that when she hears the induction give-and-take I 've written down on this piece of newspaper she will break out of whatever nightmare she is in, thank you, and then fall back deceased content. Do n't say the word right now. ``

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

Dr. Brunner spread his hands. `` Two random Word of God strung together. You 're not probably to forget them, right ? ``

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

'' Perhaps ... '' Dr. Brunner sat back and gave Guy a click flavor. `` Did your supporter tell you about my ... other servicing ? ``

Guy nodded. The early proceeds, the lack of sex for calendar month 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 bills, and then put the gasbag into his lab coating inside air pocket. `` Okay ... typical nympho initiation Good Book ? ``

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

Dr. Brunner sat back. `` That 's a trigger *phrase*, and I would n't advise 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 the right way, '' Guy said defiantly.

Dr. Brunner sighed. `` fine. '' He got up and got behind Trish again, getting a courteous horizon down her ample cleavage. `` Trish, pay very snug care. When you hear the phrase, 'Guy 's nuts'you will want, no, need to have sex. You will do whatever your master wants. When he is done you will cerebrate zilch 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 wording of the hypnotic commands.

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

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

'' Um ... blue cloudy setting ... ? ``

Guy realized that she was still describing the notice 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 president. `` Really ? But it 's only been ... '' She looked at her picket. `` half an 60 minutes ? Where did the clock time go ? ``

'' clip 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 baby down for the nighttime Guy looked over at his wife as they sat on the keep room couch. `` Hey, baby, you should put your diaphragm in and we can have some fun. ``

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

Guy smirked. `` But what about your husband 's poor testicles, infant ? ``

Trish put down her al-Qur'an to attend at him incredulously.

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

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

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

Trish was frustrated at just rubbing her fork on her husband 's lap. She let go of Guy 's cock and reached down to the central bed of her pyjama bottoms. There she found a lowly hole that had developed in the wear out piece of vesture and pulled it apart hard. The seam ripped, revealing her very wet pussy lips. She wasted no time in lining her hubby 's oozing babymaker up and sinking her torso down.

Both of them gasped as his rock music hard cock easily penetrated her lubricated profoundness. She started to act up and down, achieving cracking penetration each time until his cock 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 danger. `` babe ... '' 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 hip back down, starting off an energetic fucking. Guy 's business concern flew out the windowpane as Trish pulled off her pyjama shirt and shoved her large boobs in his face as she rode him.

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

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

Unwanted by Guy, anyway. Trish felt his stopcock throb 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 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 blood went cold as he realized what they had done. `` diddly, 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 diaphragm, Trish ! You could get pregnant ! '' Guy was freaking out. He really did n't need 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 entrap my boys inside you. When was your finally period ? ``

'' 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 fraught ? ``

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

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

She was okay with that.

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Guy woke up as his wife 's handwriting careened off of his head. `` Ow ! ``

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

What was the trigger set 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 dear, '' and then fell back to sleep 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 appointment. He did n't charge a lot for his supernumerary nympho hypnoservice because he got an additional benefit out of it.

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

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

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

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

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

Trish 's oculus 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 prick, '' he said matter-of-factly.

Trish knelt down and took the doctor 's hard hawkshaw into her lip as his pant fell to the floor. His penis was n't as long as her hubby 's but it was a bit thicker. She tickled the chief with her tongue and then licked up the shaft before sucking half of it back into her back talk again.

Edward Jenner grabbed some of Trish 's long dark hair, pushing and pulling her forefront in order to slither his putz in and out with long strokes.

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

Jenner realized that she had unsnapped her bird, pulled aside her step-in and was fingering her pussy while sucking his dick. 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 human foot and helping her to unsnap her garters. She removed her panties and then they re-secured the garters. NOW it was hone !

He bent her over the desk and lined his prick up with her puffy, glistening pussy. `` giving birth control ? '' he asked, pausing.

'' diaphragm, '' she responded back.

Jenner smiled and hurl his pelvic arch forward, easily piercing Trish 's wet labia.

'' Yeessss ... '' Trish moaned.

Jenner pulled back a trivial bit and then pushed again, his tool invading further into the splice fair sex 's forbidden depths. With a couple more poking he was as far as he could go.

'' I 've got to bear upon these ... '' he said, unbuttoning her blouse and unlatching her bra. Her bountiful booby dangled down toward the desk and he bent over Trish 's backrest, grabbing a handful of each. They were so soft and warm, larger than any others he had fondled, but they were also still firm and bouncy.

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

Still holding those glorious boobs, Jenner pulled his hips back and hurtle hard into the wanton woman. She grunted in joy. He pinched her pronounced teat as he thrust again, and then once more. Finally he let go of her breasts, grabbed her garter belt and used it to pull her back onto his stopcock as he started thrusting in and out.

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

After a few minute of this he pulled out and then sat on the Saami 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. Edward Jenner noted that there was still a little mama fat around her heart but it looked sexy.

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

Dr. Jenner realized he probably was n't going to cobbler's last much longer. He reached around the sexy MILF to fudge 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 genital organ against his. He felt her insides grip his cock and then he lost control.

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

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

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

Trish paused, doing exactly that.

'' You must never assure 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 cock. A torrent of his sperm-filled cum splashed down into his lap, but he knew that there was still a lot remaining mysterious inside the sexy mother 's hot body.

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

Trish extracted the diaphragm from her purse and pushed it deep inside her dripping vagina, pressing the remnant of the doctor 's dangerous seed against the opening of her cervix.

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

Trish nodded. She was delicately with that.

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A few sidereal day passed, and Guy took advantage of Trish 's nymphomaniacal induction every night, though he made sure that she put her contraceptive diaphragm in first.

Dr. Jenner was n't going to see Trish for her `` appointee '' for another calendar week. His divine service were becoming quite popular, it seemed, so his free clip was becoming scarce.

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John Lackland Bayle came into Trish 's bureau, as he did every once in a while to chat. She knew the confirmed bachelor was feeling her out to see if she was up for an liaison but she always shut him down. She was a married woman, and loved her married man !

He made some fatuous 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 sick but nothing beyond that.

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

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

bathroom sat down in her spare chairperson. `` That 's when you parachute off of a building or mountain instead of out of a plane. You have a lot less time to pull your slideway and there 's a chance you 'll dash into something. ``

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

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

'... guy 's screwball ...'

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 professorship, pressing her lips to his in a tongue-y kiss.

Though this was ultimately what John the Evangelist wanted, he was taken by surprise. Trish had changed her demeanor rightfield in presence of him and was now grinding her privates into his. After his initial shock, though, he returned her buss 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 bird. As she had done with Dr. Edward Jenner, she also unsnapped her garters, removed her panties, and then re-secured the garter. Once lav saw Trish pull her panties down he quickly doffed his pants and underwear.

Trish clambered back into John 's lap. His shaft was n't as long as her married man 's or Dr. Jenner 's but it was very thick. She reached down and rubbed the capitulum along her twat lips, spreading their combined succus in guild to ca-ca penetration easier.

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

By this point Trish had managed to slot the point of John 's cock 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 and that thick cock slipped inside of her. She gasped at the look of her vagina being stretched, uncomfortable but also commodity. John was now suckling on one of her pap and that also felt good.

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

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

He could n't take any more of the sexy site and grunted as his stopcock spattered her insides with his potent sperm cell. Because Trish had n't put her diaphragm in that cockcrow there was nothing protecting the oral cavity of her cervix uteri from the dash of seed splashing against it, and she was now right in the middle of her prolific time. As she felt him explode within her she also went over the edge, moaning as her inside contracted, urging even Thomas More of his ejaculate to spurt deep inside her. Her cervix uteri spasmed open and some of Saint John 's sperm cell slipped inside her womb, where they would have the nifty chance to live up to their meridian directive.

John struggled to verify 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 supply glass and smashed it down on hard surface. Turning back, she then jammed the jagged remains into Saint John the Apostle 's throat.

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

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

Soon the blood stopped, as did King John 's life. Trish got up and looked down at the father of her futurity moment child, who she had just murdered.

She was OK with it .