This is a story of everyday, unprotected sex, and is a piece of work of fiction. In genuine life-time, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all variety of lesser intimate diseases await the imbecile who `` dips his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Suggestible nap Terror surprise ( MF, caution, mc, oral examination, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Author 's notes : Yes, I know that hypnotism ca n't storm someone to do something they really do n't want to do. I 'm taking esthetic license here.

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

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Guy woke up to hurt shooting through his outer thigh. `` Agh ! What the shag ? ! '' he yelled.

He felt his wife Trish licking in the bed beside him. `` Nnn ! Mnuhh ! '' she whined in her slumber. Her animal foot also hit his articulatio talocruralis, but it did n't hurt as practically as her knee had on his thigh !

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

Trish continued to thrash and squeak in the bed. A import later the sister started crying in the next 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 transactions. 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 only action he was getting in bed.

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The couple walked into Dr. Jenner 's agency looking doubting. The guy did n't look like a doctor, with his jersey and jean under his lab coat. He was maybe in his deep thirties.

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

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

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 married man a sidelong expression. She had agreed to arrive here because Guy was so unhappy, and her nightmares had been the main problem. They had approached their GP and got nowhere with sleeping pills. A supporter of Guy 's had suggested Dr. Jenner.

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

At their nods he continued, `` maternity can be a unmanageable meter on a adult female 's body. Sometimes permanent wave changes occur, some physical ... '' His eye momentarily dipped to take in Trish 's booby pushing out her smashed shirt, and then back up, `` ... and some psychological. ``

He got up. `` Luckily, psychological issues are my speciality. Mrs Belvue, could I please point your aid to that card there ? ``

Trish swiveled her chair to look where the MD was pointing behind her. There, in all its glory, was the famous picture of the kitty hanging from a subdivision. `` knack in there, sister ! '' 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 penny-pinching watch on your married woman 's fount, okay ? '' Dr. Jenner asked Guy, who likewise did so.

Dr. Brunner moved behind Trish, speaking slowly, `` Breathe easily ... in ... out ... in ... out ... slack your articulatio humeri ... that 's honorable. seem closely at particular parts of the poster and tell me about it. ``

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

'' Good ... observe going ... ''

Guy kept his gaze on Trish 's grimace, as instructed. He did n't clear that as the exercise continued his own ventilation had slowed and his shoulder had relaxed.

Dr. Brunner continued, asking Trish to keep finding new things in the placard and to relax the balance of her body, one composition at a time. Soon she was swaying in her chair, as was Guy.

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

...

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

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

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

Dr. Brunner sat down behind his desk. `` Good. Okay, I 've given your married woman didactics that when she hears the initiation word I 've written down on this piece of paper she will dampen out of whatever nightmare she is in, thank you, and then shine back asleep depicted object. Do n't say the word right now. ``

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

Dr. Brunner spread his hands. `` Two random actor's line strung together. You 're not probable to block them, right ? ``

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

'' Perhaps ... '' Dr. Brunner sat back and gave Guy a penetrating look. `` Did your admirer Tell you about my ... other armed service ? ``

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

Dr. Brunner opened the envelope, counted the twenty $ 50 invoice, and then put the envelope into his lab coat inside pocket. `` Okay ... distinctive nymphomaniacal induction give-and-take ? ``

Guy leaned forward, his cock already tenting out his pants. `` Yeah, and I want the trigger Scripture to be 'Guy 's nuts'. '' His ballock had been suffering for month, so it seemed fitting.

Dr. Brunner sat back. `` That 's a gun trigger *phrase*, and I would n't intimate creating one yourself. How about ... '' He looked at a spell of theme on his desk ,'... dud university'? ``

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

Dr. Brunner sighed. `` mulct. '' He got up and got behind Trish again, getting a nice view down her copious cleavage. `` Trish, pay very close attention. When you hear the idiomatic expression, 'Guy 's freak'you will want, no, NEED to induce sex. You will do whatever your master wants. When he is done you will consider zilch 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 digit you will rouse with no memory of anything that has happened since I asked you to close your centre. You 'll palpate content, but you will respond to the trigger phrases as commanded. Do you understand ? '' Dr. Brunner waited.

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

'' Um ... blue air 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 chair. `` Really ? But it 's only been ... '' She looked at her watch. `` Half an minute ? Where did the sentence go ? ``

'' Time flies when you 're having fun, '' the doctor said, `` You 're feeling fine, right ? ``

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

They thanked the doc and went home.

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After putting the baby down for the night Guy looked over at his married woman as they sat on the livelihood room couch. `` Hey, babe, 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 study her book.

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

Trish put down her Holy Writ to search at him incredulously.

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

Trish 's eye glazed over and she dropped her Good Book. She looked at Guy with undisguised lust, 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 hard cock from his short circuit and was jacking it off. Before longsighted, pre-cum dribbled out the tip. They had n't had sex in respective weeks.

Trish was frustrated at just rubbing her crotch on her married man 's lap. She let go of Guy 's putz and reached down to the telephone exchange seam of her pj's bottoms. There she found a low hole that had developed in the wear off piece of music of clothing and pulled it apart hard. The seam ripped, revealing her very wet slit lips. She wasted no time in lining her married man 's seepage babymaker up and sinking her body down.

Both of them gasped as his rock difficult putz easily penetrated her lube depths. She started to move up and down, achieving enceinte insight each time until his cock was fully embedded recondite inside her.

Guy shook from the pleasure. His wife 's pussycat had never felt so hot before ! But there was a danger. `` infant ... '' 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 roll in the hay. Guy 's concern flew out the window as Trish pulled off her pajama shirt and shoved her large boobs in his side as she rode him.

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

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

Unwanted by Guy, anyway. Trish felt his hammer pounding deep within her and, with the cognition that she had done a good 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 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 suffering. 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 want another kid ; one was More than enough.

'' Oh ... '' Trish said. `` okey, 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 live 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 prolific next week. ``

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

She was ticket with that.

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

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

What was the trigger idiomatic expression ? Guy 's head 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 beloved, '' and then fell back to sleep without the nightmares.

Guy shook his question. incredible !

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The next day Dr. Jenner was eagerly waiting for his 8 AM naming. 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, Doctor of the Church, '' his receptionist reported.

He pressed the public lecture clitoris. `` Very dear. Send her in and no flutter for an minute, please. '' He stood up, came around the desk and then sat on the edge, waiting.

The gorgeous Mrs. Trisha Belvue came into the berth. She was dressed in a nice blouse and dame for 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 soporific trance from the previous day.

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

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

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

He unzipped his pants. `` You should wet-nurse my cock, '' he said matter-of-factly.

Trish knelt down and took the doctor 's hard dick into her sass as his trousers 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 teacher with her clapper and then licked up the tool before sucking half of it back into her mouth again.

Jenner grabbed some of Trish 's prospicient morose hair, pushing and pulling her header in society to slither his quill in and out with long strokes.

Trish pulled her face off of his turncock and looked up at him. `` Please sleep with me ? ``

Edward Jenner realized that she had unsnapped her skirt, pulled aside her panties and was fingering her kitty 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 animal foot and helping her to unsnap her garter. She removed her panties and then they re-secured the garters. NOW it was perfect !

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

'' diaphragm, '' she responded back.

Jenner smiled and push up 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 woman 's forbidden astuteness. With a couple Sir Thomas More thrusts he was as far as he could go.

'' I 've got to tinge these ... '' he said, unbuttoning her blouse and unlatching her bra. Her bountiful titty dangled down toward the desk and he bent over Trish 's back, grabbing a fistful of each. They were so easygoing and quick, larger than any others he had fondled, but they were also still immobile and bouncy.

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

Still holding those magnificent boobs, Jenner pulled his hips back and thrust hard into the wanton cleaning woman. She grunted in pleasure. He pinched her label nipples as he thrust again, and then once more. Finally he let go of her bosom, grabbed her supporter belt and used it to pull her back onto his putz as he started thrusting in and out.

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

After a few proceedings of this he pulled out and then sat on the Saame president she had occupied just the premature day. `` Turn around and depend on me, cowgirl, '' he commanded.

'' Yee haw ! '' she exclaimed as she removed her blouse and did just that. Jenner noted that there was still a short ma fat around her middle but it looked sexy.

Trish turned away from him and then easily slip her sopping pussy down the physician 's pounding member. Both gasped at the pleasance and then she started to bounce.

Dr. Jenner realized he probably was n't going to last a great deal longer. 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 Jenner 's cock, grinding her crotch against his. He felt her interior grip his prick and then he lost control.

'' Augghh ! '' he grunted, feeling his prostate release a eruption of semen that mixed with the roiling sperm in his clump. The potent mixture rushed up his tool prick, forcefully injecting itself deep 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 buff had completed her primary objective.

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

Trish paused, doing exactly that.

'' You must never tell your hubby of this designation, or that we did this. Do you interpret ? ``

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

'' WHAT ? ! '' Jenner pushed her up off of his cock. A inundation of his sperm-filled cum splashed down into his lap, but he knew that there was still a lot remaining trench 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 head ... how did that name any sense ?

Trish extracted the contraceptive diaphragm from her handbag and pushed it cryptical inside her dripping vagina, pressing the balance of the doctor 's dangerous semen against the opening of her cervix.

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

Trish nodded. She was amercement with that.

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A few sidereal day passed, and Guy took reward of Trish 's nymphomaniac induction every night, though he made sure that she put her pessary in first.

Dr. Edward Jenner was n't going to see Trish for her `` appointment '' for another workweek. His inspection and repair were becoming quite popular, it seemed, so his devoid time was becoming scarce.

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John Bayle came into Trish 's position, as he did every once in a while to jaw. She knew the affirm 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 husband !

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 cat but nothing beyond that.

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

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

toilet sat down in her dispense with president. `` That 's when you parachute off of a building or spate instead of out of a carpenter's plane. You have a lot less time to deplumate your chute and there 's a prospect you 'll crash into something. ``

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

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

'... 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 skirt and straddled him in the chair, pressing her mouth to his in a tongue-y kiss.

Though this was ultimately what whoremonger wanted, he was taken by surprise. Trish had changed her demeanor rightfield in strawman of him and was now grinding her private parts into his. After his initial shock, though, he returned her kisses and grabbed Trish 's firm butt joint, pulling her down in gild to increase the rubbing 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 panty, and then re-secured the garters. Once lavatory saw Trish pull her step-in down he quickly doffed his pants and underwear.

Trish clambered back into John 's lap. His prick was n't as long as her hubby 's or Dr. Jenner 's but it was very midst. She reached down and rubbed the headspring along her pussycat lips, spreading their conflate juices in ordering to make penetration easier.

As Trish did this whoremaster 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 free and he was in heaven, shoving his face into her boobflesh.

By this tip Trish had managed to slot the pass of trick 's hammer 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 wooden-headed prick slipped inside of her. She gasped at the intuitive feeling of her vagina being stretched, uncomfortable but also dependable. John was now suckling on one of her nipples and that also felt good.

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

John could n't believe it ... Trish the hottie mummy was fucking him ! He did n't get laid why but he was n't about to ask. Her puss was so sleep with tight !

He could n't consider any more of the aphrodisiac site and grunted as his shaft spattered her insides with his potent sperm. Because Trish had n't put her diaphragm in that cockcrow there was nothing protecting the oral cavity of her cervix uteri from the bolt of lightning of seed splashing against it, and she was now right in the heart of her fertile time. As she felt him explode within her she also went over the edge, moaning as her insides contracted, urging even more of his cum to forge deep inside her. Her cervix spasmed undecided and some of St. John the Apostle 's sperm slipped inside her womb, where they would have the greatest opportunity to fulfill their prize directive.

John struggled to hold 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, '' she answered.

He laughed. `` Ha ! sea captain ? You vote out me, Trish. ``

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

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

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

Soon the origin stopped, as did Gospel According to John 's life. Trish got up and looked down at the father of her futurity 2d child, who she had just murdered.

She was mulct with it .