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's 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 he 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. 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 he 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 cuming 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 asscheeks. He imagined her begging for his sperm, begging him to shoot it deep inside her.

After coming down, 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 buttcheeks, 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."

The End