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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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