This is a story of fooling, unprotected sex, and is a oeuvre of fable. In real liveliness, use a condom, damnit ! unwanted babies, HIV and all kind of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dunk his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Suggestible Sleep brat Surprise ( MF, caution, mc, viva voce, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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writer 's bank note : Yes, I know that mesmerism ca n't pressure someone to do something they really do n't want to do. I 'm taking aesthetic permission here.

Also, Guy 's epithet rhymes with 'eye', not 'bee'.

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Guy woke up to pain shooting through his outer second joint. `` Agh ! What the ass ? ! '' he yelled.

He felt his married woman Trish thrashing in the bed beside him. `` Nnn ! Mnuhh ! '' she whined in her sleep. Her groundwork also hit his ankle, but it did n't anguish as 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 squeak in the bed. A moment later the baby started crying in the next room.

'' Of path ... '' 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 mo. When he got back into the bedroom Trish was once again sleeping soundly. Guy sighed. These days getting kicked by his sleeping married woman was the only action he was getting in bed.

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The couple walked into Dr. Jenner 's situation looking skeptical. The guy did n't look like a Dr., with his t-shirt and jeans under his lab coating. He was maybe in his later thirties.

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

Dr. Jenner sat down across from them, steepling his fingerbreadth. `` 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 lateral looking. She had agreed to occur here because Guy was so infelicitous, and her incubus had been the main problem. They had approached their GP and got nowhere with sleeping pills. A friend of Guy 's had suggested Dr. Jenner.

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

At their nods he continued, `` pregnancy can be a difficult meter on a woman 's body. Sometimes lasting change occur, some physical ... '' His center 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 speciality. Mrs. Belvue, could I please direct your attention to that posting there ? ``

Trish swiveled her chair to search where the doctor was pointing behind her. There, in all its glory, was the famous picture of the kitty hanging from a branch. `` bent in there, infant ! '' the caption said.

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

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

She did so. `` And Mr. Belvue, please keep a cheeseparing watch on your wife 's case, okay ? '' Dr. Jenner asked Guy, who likewise did so.

Dr. Brunner moved behind Trish, speaking slowly, `` Breathe easily ... in ... out ... in ... out ... slack up your shoulders ... that 's good. look closely at specific parts of the post horse and tell me about it. ``

Trish narrowed her heart. `` Um ... it 's an Orange cat. ``

'' just ... save going ... ''

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

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

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

...

Guy woke as someone touched his berm. 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. `` serious. Okay, I 've given your wife didactics that when she hears the trigger Logos I 've written down on this piece of paper she will smash out of whatever nightmare she is in, thank you, and then precipitate back asleep content. Do n't say the word right now. ``

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

Dr. Brunner spread his hands. `` Two random Holy Writ 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 tell you about my ... former services ? ``

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

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

Guy leaned forward, his cock already tenting out his trouser. `` Yeah, and I want the initiation give-and-take to be 'Guy 's nuts'. '' His ballock 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 art object of paper on his desk ,'... bomb university'? ``

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

Dr. Brunner sighed. `` Fine. '' He got up and got behind Trish again, getting a nice prospect down her plentiful cleavage. `` Trish, pay very close aid. 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 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 wording of the hypnotic commands.

'' When I snap my fingerbreadth you will awaken with no memory of anything that has happened since I asked you to close your optic. You 'll finger mental object, but you will respond to the initiation phrases as commanded. Do you understand ? '' Dr. Brunner waited.

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

'' Um ... blue sky 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 of the Church '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 sentry. `` Half an hour ? Where did the time go ? ``

'' Time flies when you 're having fun, '' the Doctor of the Church 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 Nox Guy looked over at his wife as they sat on the living elbow room couch. `` Hey, baby, you should put your diaphragm in and we can deliver some fun. ``

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

Guy smirked. `` But what about your husband 's pitiable ballock, baby ? ``

Trish put down her playscript to look at him incredulously.

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

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

'Oh, fantastic !'Guy thought as he pulled his married woman 's face down for a passionate kiss. Before hanker Trish had freed his hard tool 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 crotch on her husband 's lap. She let go of Guy 's cock and reached down to the telephone exchange seam of her pyjama bottoms. There she found a small jam that had developed in the worn composition of clothing and pulled it apart hard. The crinkle ripped, revealing her very wet pussy back talk. She wasted no time in lining her married man 's oozing babymaker up and sinking her body down.

Both of them gasped as his rock and roll hard cock easily penetrated her lubricated astuteness. She started to move up and down, achieving with child penetration each time until his cock was fully embedded mysterious inside her.

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

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

'' Mmmf ! '' Guy grunted as Trish rose up and then lunge her pelvic arch back down, starting off an industrious fucking. Guy 's concern flew out the window as Trish pulled off her pajama shirt and shoved her enceinte boobs in his face as she rode him.

Guy was in Eden. He nipped and licked at his wife 's mamilla and then sucked one with its areola into his sassing hard.

'' Aiii ... '' Trish keened as that sent her over the edge. Guy felt her pussy spasm around his cock, squeezing. After week 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 pecker throb oceanic abyss within her and, with the knowledge that she had done a secure 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 profligate went cold as he realized what they had done. `` Shit, babe, 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 diaphragm, Trish ! You could get meaning ! '' 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 years ago, '' she replied.

Guy, being a distinctive 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 hebdomad. ``

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

She was mulct with that.

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Guy woke up as his wife 's manus careened off of his pass. `` Ow ! ``

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

What was the initiation 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 erotic love, '' and then fell back to sleep without the nightmares.

Guy shook his head. Incredible !

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

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

He pressed the lecture button. `` Very good. Send her in and no disturbances 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 federal agency. She was dressed in a Nice blouse and skirt for piece of work, which he knew she would demand to be at by 9 AM. She had told him this, among other information, while she and her husband were in the mesmerizing trance from the previous day.

'' You asked to see me this dawn, Dr. Edward Jenner ? '' Trish stepped forward, looking a petty confused.

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

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

He unzipped his trouser. `` You should imbibe my peter, '' he said matter-of-factly.

Trish knelt down and took the MD 's tough tool into her mouth as his trouser 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 drumhead with her spit and then licked up the gibe before sucking half of it back into her mouthpiece again.

Jenner grabbed some of Trish 's long dark hair, pushing and pulling her head in fiat to slide his calamus in and out with long strokes.

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

Jenner realized that she had unsnapped her skirt, pulled aside her panties and was fingering her pussy while sucking his cock. He also noticed that she was wearing nylon stocking with supporter, which he had always felt was an incredibly sexy look.

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

He bent her over the desk and lined his cock up with her puffy, glistening kitty-cat. `` nascence command ? '' 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 little bit and then pushed again, his cock invading further into the married char 's foreclose depths. With a couple more jab 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 dummy dangled down toward the desk and he bent over Trish 's dorsum, grabbing a smattering of each. They were so flabby and warm, large than any others he had fondled, but they were also still firm and bouncy.

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

Still holding those magnificent dope, Jenner pulled his hips back and hurl hard into the wanton woman. She grunted in pleasure. He pinched her pronounced nipple as he thrust again, and then once more. Finally he let go of her breast, grabbed her garter belt and used it to tear her back onto his cock 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. `` play 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 Mama fat around her centre but it looked sexy.

Trish turned away from him and then easily slid her sopping snatch down the doc 's throbbing fellow member. Both gasped at the joy and then she started to bounce.

Dr. Edward Jenner realized he probably was n't going to finish often foresightful. He reached around the sexy MILF to manipulate her clit as she fucked him.

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

'' Augghh ! '' he grunted, feeling his prostate going a blast of semen that mixed with the roiling sperm in his testicle. The potent mixture rushed up his cock ray of light, forcefully injecting itself bass into the spasming reproductive arrangement of the mind controlled wife.

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

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

Trish paused, doing exactly that.

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

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

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

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

Trish extracted the diaphragm from her purse and pushed it deep inside her dripping vagina, pressing the balance of the Doctor of the Church 's dangerous come against the opening of her cervix.

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

Trish nodded. She was fine with that.

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A few twenty-four hours passed, and Guy took advantage of Trish 's nymphomaniac gun trigger 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 week. His services were becoming quite pop, it seemed, so his free clip was becoming scarce.

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John Bayle came into Trish 's office, as he did every once in a patch to chat. She knew the sustain bachelor-at-arms was feeling her out to see if she was up for an social occasion but she always shut him down. She was a espouse woman, and loved her hubby !

He made some inane 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 fuck -- er, sorry -- his freaking leg ... theme jump, if you can believe it ! ``

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

lav sat down in her spare chairperson. `` That 's when you parachute off of a building or spate instead of out of a aeroplane. You have a lot to a lesser extent time to pull your slideway and there 's a chance you 'll doss into something. ``

'' Sounds dazed, '' 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 door. He looked at her quizzically, and then she hiked up her chick and straddled him in the president, pressing her mouth to his in a tongue-y kiss.

Though this was ultimately what John wanted, he was taken by surprisal. Trish had changed her demeanor right wing in front of him and was now grinding her crotch into his. After his initial shock, though, he returned her kisses and grabbed Trish 's business firm butt, pulling her down in order 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 garters, removed her panties, and then re-secured the garter. Once John saw Trish pull in her pantie down he quickly doffed his gasp and underwear.

Trish clambered back into privy 's lap. His prick was n't as long as her husband 's or Dr. Jenner 's but it was very deep. She reached down and rubbed the head along her pussy sass, spreading their immix succus in order to make penetration easier.

As Trish did this St. John the Apostle wasted no clip in unbuttoning her blouse and freeing those tit he had longed to see. As he reached around and unsnapped her bra they sprung complimentary and he was in paradise, shoving his facial expression into her boobflesh.

By this detail Trish had managed to slot the head of John 's cock between her pussy 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 wing and that thick prick slipped inside of her. She gasped at the feeling of her vagina being stretched, uncomfortable but also proficient. John was now suckling on one of her pap and that also felt good.

She rose up a bit and then settled back down. whoremaster gasped into her breast but kept licking and sucking. She did it again. She felt less stretched now so she was capable to start an up and down cycle. It was starting to feel really good.

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

He could n't take any Sir Thomas More of the sexy spot and grunted as his cock spattered her interior with his potent sperm. Because Trish had n't put her midriff in that morning there was cipher protecting the rima oris of her cervix from the bolt of lightning of seed splashing against it, and she was now right in the middle of her fertile time. As she felt him explode within her she also went over the bound, moaning as her inside contracted, urging even more of his seed to spurt deep inside her. Her neck spasmed unresolved and some of john 's sperm slipped inside her womb, where they would make the greatest opportunity to accomplish their prime directive.

John struggled to master 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, original, '' she answered.

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

Trish reached over to the desk, grabbed her water glass and smashed it down on severely open. Turning back, she then jammed the jagged remains into can 's throat.

'' Uhhkk ... '' he gurgled as blood fountained from his sever vena jugularis and onto Trish 's chest.

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

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

She was fine with it .