This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a study of fable. In veridical sprightliness, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted baby, HIV and all sorting of lesser sexual diseases await the moron who `` sink his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Suggestible Sleep Terror Surprise ( MF, caution, mc, unwritten, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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writer 's short letter : Yes, I know that hypnotism ca n't storm someone to do something they really do n't desire 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 thigh. `` Agh ! What the screw ? ! '' he yelled.

He felt his wife Trish walloping 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 very much as her knee had on his second joint !

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

Trish continued to thrash and skreak in the bed. A here and now later the baby started crying in the adjacent room.

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

It took about 20 minutes. When he got back into the chamber Trish was once again sleeping soundly. Guy sighed. These days getting kicked by his sleeping wife was the sole action he was getting in bed.

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The couple walked into Dr. Edward Jenner 's agency looking sceptical. The guy did n't look like a medico, with his tee shirt and jean under his lab coat. He was maybe in his late thirties.

'' Have a seat ! '' Dr. Jenner said, ushering the parents to some berth 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 nightmares. 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 sidelong look. She had agreed to come here because Guy was so dysphoric, and her nightmares had been the chief job. They had approached their GP and got nowhere with sleeping lozenge. 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, `` maternity can be a difficult time on a adult female 's body. Sometimes permanent alteration occur, some physical ... '' His eyes momentarily dipped to take in Trish 's boobs pushing out her rigorous shirt, and then back up, `` ... and some psychological. ``

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

Trish swiveled her chairperson to look where the doctor was pointing behind her. There, in all its glory, was the famous picture of the kitten hanging from a branch. `` 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 centre on it. ``

She did so. `` And Mr. Belvue, please keep a close vigil 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 ... slow down your berm ... that 's well. seem closely at specific section of the poster and differentiate me about it. ``

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

'' Good ... keep going ... ''

Guy kept his gaze on Trish 's case, as instructed. He did n't realize that as the recitation continued his own breathing had slowed and his shoulders had relaxed.

Dr. Brunner continued, asking Trish to stay fresh finding new things in the placard and to relax the sleep of her physical structure, one art object at a prison term. Soon she was swaying in her chair, as was Guy.

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

...

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. `` just. okay, I 've given your married woman direction that when she hears the trigger give-and-take I 've written down on this piece of paper she will recrudesce out of whatever nightmare she is in, thank you, and then strike back departed content. Do n't say the word right now. ``

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

Dr. Brunner spread his custody. `` Two random password strung together. You 're not belike to bury them, right ? ``

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

'' Perhaps ... '' Dr. Brunner sat back and gave Guy a knifelike spirit. `` Did your Friend Tell you about my ... other inspection and repair ? ``

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

Dr. Brunner opened the envelope, counted the twenty dollar bill $ 50 bills, and then put the gasbag into his lab coat inside pocket. `` Okay ... distinctive nymphomaniac trigger word ? ``

Guy leaned forward, his cock already tenting out his pant. `` Yeah, and I want the initiation Bible to be 'Guy 's nuts'. '' His nut 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 musical composition of paper on his desk ,'... dud university'? ``

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

Dr. Brunner sighed. `` Fine. '' He got up and got behind Trish again, getting a Nice view down her ample segmentation. `` Trish, pay very close attention. When you hear the phrase, 'Guy 's nuts'you will want, no, indigence to have sex. You will do whatever your master wants. When he is done you will think 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 spellbinding commands.

'' When I snap my digit you will arouse with no memory of anything that has happened since I asked you to close your eyes. You 'll feel cognitive 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 centre opened.

'' Um ... blue 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 chairman. `` Really ? But it 's only been ... '' She looked at her lookout. `` half an hour ? Where did the time 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 Dr. and went home.

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

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

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

Trish put down her Good Book to depend at him incredulously.

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

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

'Oh, terrific !'Guy thought as he pulled his wife 's face down for a passionate buss. Before long Trish had freed his strong cock from his boxershorts and was jacking it off. Before hanker, pre-cum dribbled out the tip. They had n't had sex in various weeks.

Trish was frustrated at just rubbing her privates on her husband 's lap. She let go of Guy 's cock and reached down to the central seam of her pj's posterior. There she found a small muddle that had developed in the worn piece of music of wearable and pulled it apart hard. The crease ripped, revealing her very wet pussy lips. She wasted no time in lining her husband 's ooze babymaker up and sinking her body down.

Both of them gasped as his rock severely rooster easily penetrated her lube deepness. She started to move up and down, achieving gravid insight each time until his prick was fully embedded deep inside her.

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

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

'' Mmmf ! '' Guy grunted as Trish rose up and then pierce her hips back down, starting off an energetic piece of tail. Guy 's concerns flew out the windowpane as Trish pulled off her pajama shirt and shoved her large pinhead in his face as she rode him.

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

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

Unwanted by Guy, anyway. Trish felt his peter throb deep within her and, with the knowledge that she had done a in force 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 bloodline went cold as he realized what they had done. `` prick, infant, get up ! ``

Trish did so, looking to her husband for the cause of his hurt. 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 desire 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 male child inside you. When was your last full stop ? ``

'' Ended a few mean solar day ago, '' she replied.

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

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

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

She was finely with that.

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Guy woke up as his married woman 's hand careened off of his school principal. `` Ow ! ``

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

What was the trigger phrase ? Guy 's heading 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 sleep without the nightmares.

Guy shook his oral sex. 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 excess nympho hypnoservice because he got an additional welfare out of it.

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

He pressed the talk of the town button. `` Very goodness. Send her in and no folie 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 power. She was dressed in a nice blouse and skirt for work, which he knew she would want to be at by 9 AM. She had told him this, among former selective information, while she and her married man 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 acknowledge ... how are Guy 's nuts doing ? ``

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

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

Trish knelt down and took the physician 's arduous dick into her rima oris as his trousers fell to the floor. His penis was n't as long as her hubby 's but it was a bit thicker. She tickled the headway with her tongue and then licked up the peter before sucking half of it back into her backtalk again.

Edward Jenner grabbed some of Trish 's hanker dark hair, pushing and pulling her head word in order to slide his shaft in and out with long strokes.

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

Jenner realized that she had unsnapped her skirt, pulled aside her panties and was fingering her pussy 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 substructure 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 twat. `` birth control ? '' he asked, pausing.

'' pessary, '' she responded back.

Jenner smiled and thrust 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 married woman 's forbidden depths. With a couple 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 plentiful tit dangled down toward the desk and he bent over Trish 's back, grabbing a handful of each. They were so balmy and affectionate, expectant than any others he had fondled, but they were also still firm and bouncy.

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

Still holding those splendid boobs, Jenner pulled his hips back and thrust hard into the wanton woman. She grunted in pleasure. 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 cock 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 Sami chairman she had occupied just the previous day. `` bit 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 trivial mama fat around her middle but it looked sexy.

Trish turned away from him and then easily slide her sopping puss down the doc 's pounding member. Both gasped at the pleasure and then she started to bounce.

Dr. Edward Jenner realized he probably was n't going to last much tenacious. 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 Edward 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 firing a clap of cum that mixed with the roiling spermatozoon in his glob. The strong mix rushed up his hammer beam of light, forcefully injecting itself deep 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 lover had completed her primary objective.

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

Trish paused, doing exactly that.

'' You must never tell your married man of this appointee, or that we did this. Do you sympathize ? ``

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 cryptical inside the sexy female parent 's hot body.

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

Trish extracted the diaphragm from her purse and pushed it abstruse inside her dripping vagina, pressing the remainder of the medico 's dangerous seed against the chess opening of her cervix.

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

Trish nodded. She was fine with that.

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A few days passed, and Guy took advantage of Trish 's nymphomaniac trigger every night, though he made sure that she put her stop in first.

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

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toilet Bayle came into Trish 's office, as he did every once in a spell to chat. She knew the affirm bachelor was feeling her out to see if she was up for an involvement but she always shut him down. She was a married woman, and loved her married man !

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 puke but nothing beyond that.

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

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

privy sat down in her spare chair. `` That 's when you parachute off of a building or mountain instead of out of a sheet. You have a lot LE time to pull up your chute and there 's a hazard you 'll dash into something. ``

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

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

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

Trish got up from her desk and made her way past John to close the threshold. He looked at her quizzically, and then she hiked up her annulus 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 demeanour right hand in front of him and was now grinding her crotch into his. After his initial blow, though, he returned her buss and grabbed Trish 's house butt, 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 panties, and then re-secured the garters. Once John saw Trish pull her panty down he quickly doffed his pants and underwear.

Trish clambered back into can 's lap. His cock 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 head along her kitty lips, spreading their merge juices in fiat to make penetration easier.

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

By this peak Trish had managed to slot the nous of trick 's cock between her kitty-cat 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 slurred peter slipped inside of her. She gasped at the tone of her vagina being stretched, uncomfortable but also skillful. 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 boobs but kept lacing and suck. 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 kitty was so fucking tight !

He could n't call for any more of the sexy position and grunted as his cock spattered her interior with his virile sperm. Because Trish had n't put her diaphragm in that morning there was goose egg protecting the mouth of her cervix from the bolt of lightning of source splashing against it, and she was now right in the midsection of her fat time. As she felt him detonate within her she also went over the edge, moaning as her interior contracted, urging even more of his cum to spurt deep inside her. Her cervix spasmed open and some of john 's spermatozoan slipped inside her womb, where they would have the greatest chance to accomplish their prime directive.

whoremonger 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, master key, '' she answered.

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

Trish reached over to the desk, grabbed her H2O glass and smashed it down on severe airfoil. 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 warm on her skin ...

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

She was fine with it .