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Dr. Fitzpatrick Screws His Patients
by Deadly Crystal (deadlycrystal@gmail.com)

***

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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