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Dr. Fitzpatrick Screws His Patients
by Deadly Crystal (deadlycrystal@gmail.com)
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Dr. Fitzpatrick runs a successful plastic surgery
business. And sometimes he gives himself a little
bonus: a nice screw with one of his sleeping patients.
(M/f-teen, ped, nc, rp, 1st, drugged)
***
Dr. Fitzpatrick had it made. Not because he had three
extravagantly expensive cars fully paid for, or because
his investment properties in Florida and Malibu were
selling, at rates unbelievable after the market crash,
to those same top-tier celebrities whose faces he made
young again. No, that was the delicious cream-whipped
icing on his favorite cake: Dr. Fitzpatrick had free
and easy access to limitless, fresh, gorgeous pussy.
This may seem obvious. Dr. Fitzpatrick was a handsome
man. His wife, a somewhat shorter and darker-skinned
Eva Longoria look-alike, loved him and loved his money.
Just about any woman in Hollywood was willing to spread
their legs to be bumped up his list to get perfect
noses, lips, and breasts. And he did appreciate that,
and fucked his wife on a regular basis, and fucked the
wanna-be starlets on a somewhat more regular basis, but
it wasn't his real passion.
You have probably guessed that Dr. Fitzpatrick fucked
his patients. Nothing made Dr. Fitzpatrick's dick
strain against his surgeon's scrubs faster than a
slightly imperfect woman, still and unconscious on the
operating table, having given her full trust over to
him.
The first time this had happened had almost been a
disaster. As a very inexperienced intern he cut into a
woman (Mrs. Kilgore- Dr. Fitzpatrick could still
remember her slightly exaggerated nasal cavity) only to
find that he could only control his motions with the
greatest care due to his intense arousal. He looked at
Mrs. Kilgore's pale skin and almost raped her right
then, in front of his mentor and teacher Dr. Elhamri,
and afterwards had to explain his discomfort by
claiming to have been very nervous. They bought it, of
course, and he had masturbated frantically in the men's
lavatory as soon as he gotten his gloves off.
Dr. Fitzpatrick had learned to control his passion, but
he knew that if he was ever going to be a successful
plastic surgeon he was going to have to indulge in his
fetish on a regular basis.
It had been remarkably easy to assemble a team of
assistants who accepted and even encouraged his dark
hobby. He had earned his undergraduate degree at Duke
University in psychology and he employed all the tricks
of the trade to screen for the most pleasant,
intelligent, and careful psychopaths he could assemble.
Not one of his staff members did not admit to fantasies
of rape and violence, although he was extremely
cautious not to hire anyone who would compromise his
enterprise in any way. Do your worst, he said to them
upon hiring them, but do not do it here. His trust and
kinship with these men and women, along with their
staggeringly high paychecks, ensured him the most
efficient, loyal and supportive staff in all of
California.
Dr. Fitzpatrick looked at his schedule for Friday
afternoon. He had a breast augmentation at 11:00. Kylie
Saili was a tiny woman who was unsatisfied with her
atypical European looks. With her delicious C-cups
(completely proportional on her small frame) and full,
curly black hair she could be modestly described as
gorgeous- and wanted to go up to a D for a career in
underwear modeling.
Dr. Fitzpatrick privately knew that the addition would
only open doors for her in the porn industry, but knew
it was not his place to judge. Besides, boob jobs were
an easy money-maker... and with a face like that, he
knew he was going to be spending quite a long time
indeed with pretty Miss Sailie.
Nurse Brandal counted down with Kylie as the drip in
her arm quickly put her to sleep, and she discreetly
turned off the camera as soon as she stepped out of its
range. Their recording equipment was of the highest
technological standard its transition from scene to
scene was so perfect no one would ever guess minutes
and sometimes nearly an hour was gone from its footage.
It was the perfect alibi, not that Dr. Fitzpatrick ever
counted on needing an alibi.
Kylie was already naked to the waist, and it was no
difficult matter to pull down the girl's lacy panties
as Nurces Brandal and Mitchell exited the room until
they were called back in. Dr. Richards, the
anesthesiologist, stayed behind to watch as he often
did, zipping down his own fly. Sometimes Fitzpatrick
let young Dr. Richards fuck the women in the mouth
while he enjoyed their pussy, but it wasn't a sure
thing. Dr. Fitzpatrick didn't really like to share.
Kylie let out a quiet squeak as Dr. Fitzpatrick eased
his lubed-up cock into her clean-shaven cunt. He would
have guessed it was shaved bald, although Nurse
Mitchell had bet $20 it would have a thin landing
strip. One of the benefits of being Miss Sailie's
surgeon was that he knew the woman's entire medical
history, so it was with no fear that he inched into
healthy snatch.
The doctor had a mild latex allergy so he preferred not
to mess with a condom. Most women were on the pill, but
he always made sure to give his patients a day-after
pill afterwards just in case. He grinned at the
impossible dream of making this tiny looker pregnant.
Their offspring would have been beautiful, in some
different life. He shoved forward.
Heaven. Dr. Fitzpatrick was inside. She was warm, wet,
and limp lying there, offering no resistance whatsoever
as he pulled back a bit and shoved in again. Her body
quivered involuntarily. He kneaded her lovely, pert
breasts, paying homage to them, twisting their pink
nubs in his fingers. He decided he needed to be closer
to them. Very careful not to upset her arm drip, he
pulled out of her and climbed onto the (larger and
sturdier than standard-size) operating table. He leaned
over her right breast and sucked lightly, gently. What
a fool this woman was. How she deserved this, this
payment for asking him to desecrate these beauties.
He shoved back inside her warm hole, in all the way
now, and began thrusting in earnest. He panicked for a
brief moment when the girl began to moan, although Dr.
Richards had never failed him. Probably she was
dreaming of some boyfriend. He kissed her open lips,
and twisted at those beautiful nipples, glad that any
bruising would be so easily explained. At last he came,
great potent waves deep inside, licking circles around
her little nubs. He waited until his cock stopped
twitching and pulled out. He saw to his amusement that
Dr. Richards had come too, and was wiping his hand on a
paper towel.
He lay one more tender kiss on her lovely, proportional
tits, wishing them goodbye forever. Then he reached for
his scalpel, and earned his $20,000. The dumb bitch
would be thrilled with her twin giganta-boobs, he knew.
His 2:00 appointment was with a 14 year-old girl whose
otherwise pretty face was marred with a two inch-long
scar on her cheek as a result of a biking accident.
Laura, her name was- a cantor at his wife's Methodist
church services, here from a referral. He could tell to
look at her that she wouldn't need any kind of breast
augmentation when she was finished developing; her cans
already strained lustily against her cutsie high school
t-shirt.
Dr. Richards was not the only member of the staff who
risked as much to exposure as his boss. Anyone from the
receptionist to the janitor might have an exceptional
go at a patient who took their particular fancy. Dr.
Fitzpatrick had been vaguely disturbed by Charles, the
elderly security guard, requesting to fuck a knobby-
kneed little girl whose ears stuck out embarrassingly
whom he claimed looked exactly like his granddaughter.
Still, he figured there were those who would judge him
for his passion, so he had gladly let him screw young
Marcy Taylor. This is the only time, had had warned the
man, who since then had done the most spectacular
cleaning job to make it more than worth the trouble.
Kids weren't really Fitzpatrick's thing. He liked a
real woman. It sure was Dr. Richard's thing, though.
Since he was such a first-rate anesthesiologist there
was no harm in letting him jizz on a little one's face
now and again. Also, If he liked a particular girl's
mouth, why that just fine, on occasion. There was much
to be said for fucking an unconscious girl's mouth.
He recalled a hilarious incident with a little girl
named Brittney who had needed several huge moles
removed from her legs and arms. Fitzpatrick had
begrudgingly wiped away his colleague's spunk, which
seeped weakly from the girl's still-wide mouth, but
Richards had neglected to inform the rest of the staff
that he had ejaculated all over little Brittney's chest
as well.
Dr. Fitzpatrick said a silent prayer of thanks that the
parents had bought the unlikely explanation that the
fragrant globs of white fluid were an antiseptic
ointment to aid in breathing during surgery. Richards
voluntarily accepted docked pay for several months
after that incident.
As Dr. Fitzpatrick scrubbed up for his meeting with
busty Laura, and winked at Nurse Mitchell washing up
beside him. He remembered a year or so ago when the
nurse had decided that she and her lesbian lover wanted
to have a baby. The staff had spent months picking out
the perfect donor at the surgery center -Nurse Mitchell
had told her girlfriend she was getting the sperm from
a donor, obviously.
Finally she decided upon Chris Currey, a stunningly
handsome Yale graduate who was in to have some
imaginary bags under his eyes removed. Richards had put
him into twilight sleep, a low dose of anesthetics
which keep a patient dazed but awake, only to remember
nothing afterwards.
Chris had protested the nurse's advance, and tried to
push her off, but his cock seemed to like the attention
and responded eagerly when Nurse Mitchell had sucked
him off on the table, cupping his balls with her
pristine hands, before sinking herself onto his dick
and milking him dry, even as the patient sighed "No,
who are you? No. " in a pathetic way. She had been
unwilling to participate in the surgery afterwards,
insisting upon lifting her legs high in the air so that
the patient's sperm would do its work.
At the end of nine months, both nurse and patient were
happy with the results. Chris Currey's eyes were bag-
free, and Marla Mitchell was a precious little thing,
although the nurse was careful never to show pictures
to Dr. Richards.
As Dr. Fitzpatrick pushed his swollen prick into the
downy, cloven folds of Laura's pussy, he remarked
happily that he had met another virgin. Dr. Fitzpatrick
was as happy as a man could be in this world. He pumped
deep inside, penetrating past the thin membrane with a
doctor's expertise, reaching deeper into the tight
hole. He buried his face into tits Miss Sailie had paid
$20,000 earlier that day to imitate, and thrust with
ever quickening pushes.
He climaxed with a shuddering groan, as waves of
pleasure and calm washed over him. He ground upward,
his balls pushing against her soft skin, the length of
his penis comforted and squeezed delightfully in that
formerly unspoiled canal. Laura groaned too, and Dr.
Fitzpatrick sucked on her lips to quiet her. Her skin
was smooth and soft to his touch.
What the doctor didn't realize was that her sleeping
body was reacting as evolution had taught it to act, as
one single egg set up a homing beacon for the doctor's
thousands of eager sperm. It took a full seven months
before the girl realized she was pregnant, and another
one before she was able to tell her parents. No one
believed she was a virgin after that, obviously.
Months later, when his wife told him about Laura's
claimed "immaculate conception," the doctor did not
have to hide his shock and terror, but pretended to
simply be horrified at today's rate of teen pregnancy
and the lies children tell. He couldn't believe he had
forgotten the day-after pill! He docked his own pay for
that one, and was much more careful in the years to
come.
Epilogue:
It was astounding what people will believe when the
alternative is too upsetting to contemplate. As a
doctor, Fitzpatrick would have instantly subtracted the
days to conception and suspected himself as the father
of Laura's child. It shocked him that nobody did this,
and astounded him further that Laura's parents had sent
her back to him for a second round of surgery to make
the girl's scar even less noticeable; he figured to
make her more attractive to potential providers for the
toddler girl he and his wife saw her bring to church.
Laura's cunt wasn't as tight this time around, but
those tits were still pretty fucking fantastic. He
enjoyed that familiar snatch as long as he could before
he gingerly pulled out. He wouldn't cum inside the girl
this time. Instead he finished in pearly squirts over
the girl's still slightly swollen belly and into her
neatly trimmed pubic hair.
A good doctor never makes the same mistake twice!
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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