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The Pharmacist
by John Jabbin (jjabbin@yahoo.com)

***

Being a pharmacist was usually quite a boring job. But 
every now and then a promising possibility reared its 
head, such as the pretty Mrs. Johnson. So lovely, so 
trusting and so forgetful. Over time she had visited 
the drugstore perhaps two dozen times. Once she left 
her purse on the counter, allowing the Pharmacist 
plenty of time to make copies of her keys before she 
had retraced her steps. (MF, nc, rp, oral, sleepy, 
drugs)

***

Author's Note: The only reason I post stories is so 
that people will tell me what they think of them. If 
you want to read more, you ought to pay the price by 
letting me know you liked this twisted tale. Any 
comments, bad or good, are welcome. Write me at the e-
mail address above.

If you're a minor, don't read this. If it's illegal in 
your country to be in possession of stories about sex, 
please destroy all copies of this work. Practice safe 
sex reading please.

***

Wasn't she just the sweetest princess, sleeping so 
soundly without a care in the world? She was so 
trusting, so devoted to her husband, such a good 
friend and neighbor to everyone.

The Pharmacist sat down on the bed beside Mrs. James 
Johnson. She had such pretty hair: blond, thick and 
silky to touch. He ran his gloved hands through it, 
then bent down to smell its luscious fragrance. While 
bent over, he checked the dilated, unresponsive pupils 
of Mrs. Johnson. He should have at least the four 
hours that he had planned on with her. If not, if she 
began to come out of her sedation, there was always 
the syringe he kept for emergencies.

He took off the gloves and stroked her soft, warm 
cheek -- such a lovely princess -- a beautiful 
sleeping girl. And she was all his. For at least four 
hours. 

Her fool of a husband had left her to go out of town 
on business. "If you were mine, Princess, I'd never 
leave you," he whispered as he began to unbutton her 
nightshirt. The husband and wife had come into his 
store together as she took him to the airport. They 
had foolishly told him about Mr. Johnson trip to 
Minnesota for business. Mrs. Johnson had been so proud 
of her new husband. Such a young, attractive couple.

Being a pharmacist was usually quite a boring job. It 
was so difficult dealing with such stupid little 
people and such stupid nurses. God forbid that the 
high and mighty doctors should deign to talk with the 
pharmacist. No, they were always too busy.

But every now and then a promising possibility reared 
its head, such as the pretty Mrs. Johnson. So lovely, 
so trusting and so forgetful. She had been living in 
the neighborhood for three months now, ever since they 
had gotten married. Over the course of that time she 
had visited the friendly neighborhood drugstore 
perhaps two dozen times. Once she had left her 
driver's license, once her credit card. But the gold 
mine had been when she had left her purse on the 
counter.

The Pharmacist had plenty of time to make copies of 
her keys before she had retraced her steps. He had 
checked everything most closely, most meticulously. He 
had a business to protect -- a reputation in the 
community.

And when the Johnson's had come into the story to get 
a few last minute items and to fill a prescription for 
Mrs. Johnson, the patience that he had shown for so 
long bore fruit.

"Be sure and take these with a little food right 
before you sleep, Mrs. Johnson. And no alcohol with 
them," he had told her. 

She blushed slightly when he mentioned the alcohol. 

That's another reason he had been so taken with Mrs. 
Johnson. She still blushed when she refilled her birth 
control pills, too.

So here he was, looking down on the lovely sleeping 
form of Mrs. James Johnson, pulling her nightshirt 
back to look at her charming breasts. They were so 
full and warm in his hands. He tweaked the nipple, 
hoping it would respond, but she was so sedated that 
it did not. 

"How appropriate," he told her, referring to her 
impassive breasts. "You are so warm and soft on the 
outside, but completely unresponsive to me, aren't 
you. You'd never even consider having an affair with 
your pharmacist would you, Mrs. Johnson? Well, I'm 
going to have you tonight, my dear, whether you like 
it or not."

Then he finished stripping her.

He examined her all over, from head to toe. So pretty, 
so lovely. She had such firm legs. Whenever she 
squeezed them, they had such nice muscle tone. The 
flesh sprang back so easily. Her pubic hair was sparse 
and wispy. Her mouth was soft. He held her bottom lip 
between his teeth and thought about biting her, 
thought about leaving a mark on her pretty face, then 
decided against it for the moment.

But most of all he loved her cunt and ass. Spreading 
her legs wide on the bed, he examined her delicate 
vagina. 

I should have been a gynecologist, he thought. I'm 
smarter than any OB/Gyn I've ever spoken with. I 
wonder what it would be like to look at pretty pussies 
all day long.

He knew it was a foolish thing to do. He ought to use 
the condom, but he had to have the feel of his naked 
cock inside her. He softly massaged the lips, 
spreading them delicately until just the hint of 
moisture showed up. Then he used a special lubricant 
that he had gotten for just this purpose. It was 
completely odorless and tasteless. He used just a 
little on the sensitive head of his penis. He had to 
be careful, though. It wouldn't do to cum inside of 
the Princess. That would ruin everything.

Ever so gently, he slid his cock into Mrs. Johnson's 
dry, snug pussy. When he was in her all the way, he 
just lay heavily on top of her, feeling her warm body 
underneath him and imagined what it would be like to 
fuck her every day.

"You never even look me in the eye, do you Mrs. 
Johnson? But who's fucking you now, Princess. Whose 
cock is in your sweet married cunt now?"

He couldn't help himself. Looking down into her 
beautiful face, with her blond hair thrown back 
against the dark pillow, his hips began to move on 
their own. It was just little gentle movements, not 
fucking the Princess really. Only just moving on top 
of her.

"If you were my cunt, I'd fuck you every day, 
Princess. I'd never leave you for business. You need a 
real man that would appreciate you, Princess. A real 
man that knows how to fuck you!"

With a force of will he made himself stop. It was 
difficult. She was so tempting and luscious beneath 
him. The little bitch was practically begging to be 
fucked hard, but he mustn't do it.

Instead, he slowly pulled out and rolled her over onto 
her stomach. There he massaged and tasted the firm, 
yet soft, cheeks of her ass. She had such a pretty 
ass. It was her ass that would give him the 
satisfaction he needed right now.

He smeared the lubricant liberally on her silky soft 
cheeks, in between and all the way up to her tailbone. 
Then he smeared more on his hard cock. After wiping 
his hands on his own towel, he lay on top of the 
sleeping princess and wiggled just a bit until his 
hard penis was buried in between the cheeks of her 
ass.

It was so easy to imagine he was in her. He closed his 
eyes and smelled her hair and he could almost feel her 
moving beneath him. Her ass was so hot and firm, it 
was like he was fucking her in the ass.

"I bet you'd like it in the ass, Princess. You have 
such a warm, fat little ass, my love. I'd love to fuck 
your fat ass every day, Princess. I'd give your ass a 
workout every day, darling."

Now he was really working his cock hard on her. It was 
risky. The cheeks of her ass might be tender in the 
morning. But it was less risky. Less risky than 
cumming in her pussy. Certainly less risky than 
greasing up her nasty fucking whore ass and screwing 
it like she needed it screwed.

He held her tight as he climaxed against her warm, 
firm ass. He pushed forward and shot his load against 
the small of her back, feeling his own sperm against 
his belly. Over and over he squirted his hot fuck on 
her back and between her ass-cheeks. He imagined her 
begging for his sperm, begging him to shoot it deep 
inside her.

After coming down from his cum, he wiped the sticky 
sperm off himself and Mrs. Johnson with his towel. 
This was just to get the bulk of it. He inspected her 
ass. It was only slightly red, just a little pink in 
the crease of her butt-cheeks, really. Then he wiped 
her thoroughly with the alcohol sheet, making sure to 
get all the lubricant and sperm off of his Princess.

He went to her bathroom and cleaned himself with his 
own washcloth and the alcohol sheet he had used on 
her. He made sure to wear the gloves as a protection 
against fingerprints there. While in the bathroom, he 
saw the bottle from his pharmacy on her counter. 
Having found it, it would be easier to swap later with 
the proper capsules he had prepared.

But he wasn't quite through with Mrs. Johnson yet. 
With his instant camera, he took almost a hundred 
photos of the lovely Princess from every possible 
angle. His favorites were several pictures taken with 
just the head of his penis sticking in her mouth. Of 
course, the close-ups of her pussy were very nice too, 
especially the one with his finger buried in her 
snatch.

Then it was just a matter of cleaning up after 
himself. He swapped the prescription with the bottle 
he had prepared before he left work. He dressed Mrs. 
Johnson and straightened up the bedclothes. He checked 
her eyes to make sure she was still under. All was 
well and he was actually early. He didn't want to 
leave without spending every possible moment with his 
love.

So he pulled her down a little farther on the bed and 
got on top of her. On his knees, he could look down 
between his legs and see Mrs. Johnson's beautifully 
sweet face. He began pumping his cock up and down in 
his hand as he lowered himself until his testicles 
brushed her lovely, pouting lips.

"Lick my balls, sweetheart. Suck on them, my love. If 
you'd like to stick your tongue in my ass, go ahead. 
It's okay. Your husband isn't here to see."

He talked to her and looked at her innocent face 
underneath his pulsing cock. Very quickly he was 
spurting his cum into the towel. 

She looked so lovely, sleeping without a care in the 
world. He stuck a finger into his warm cum and dabbed 
just a little of it onto her pink tongue. It looked so 
naughty there, he decided that the next time he had 
her like this, he's have to shoot his first load in 
her mouth.

After straightening everything back up, he kissed his 
pretty Princess on the lips and said goodnight.

***

"Excuse me," said Mrs. Johnson to her pharmacist. 
"Could you check these capsules I got yesterday? I 
took one last night and it really knocked me out."

"Well, let's see here," The Pharmacist said 
solicitously. "You only took one, didn't you? There's 
two that are missing. I double count them out myself 
to make sure of no mistakes."

"I don't think..." replied Mrs. Johnson.

"Two of them wouldn't hurt you, but a lady your size, 
it would certainly 'knock you out.'"

"It's possible, I guess. I can be forgetful."

"Nonsense, you just have a lot on your mind. Let's 
see, side effects of taking two would be muscle 
soreness, a groggy feeling when you first woke up and 
probably a funny taste in your mouth too, I would 
think."

"Yes, that's just about it to a 'T'."

"It's nothing to worry about, Mrs. Johnson. There are 
no lasting effects with such a small dose of this 
medication. You'll just have to come in sooner for a 
refill, that's all."

"Oh thank you, I was so worried when I first woke up."

"Think nothing of it, Ma'am. We pride ourselves on 
friendly, neighborhood service."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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