The Pharmacist {John Jabbin} {MF NC sleep}
jjabbin@yahoo.com

This is my third post. I got some good feedback on the 
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The Pharmacist



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 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 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 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.


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"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."
