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Archive name: pharm.txt (MF, nc, wife, drugs)
Authors name: John Jabbin (jjabbin@yahoo.com)
Story title : Pharmacist, The

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The Pharmacist (MF, nc, wife, drugs)
by John Jabbin (jjabbin@yahoo.com)

***

The only reason I write these 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.

*

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'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

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway 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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