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the surgeon

i was his under study,

almost like his buddy,

was with him in every consultation,

plastic surgeon was a fucking sensation,

every young girl that came in,

left leaving him dripping with sin,

example, one young girl came for a boob job,

he wanted her, the dirty old sod,

he asked her to undress and show him,

she undressed showed her breasts and he said your the next one in,

he felt her firm juicy tits,

then sat down, please sit,

come back in 3 days,

3 days pass and in his office he stays,

the girl returns bright and early,

wearing skimpy clothes looking really girly,

they shake hands and he tells to change,

we walk out door is open she thinks we are strange,

gown is now on and he tells her to lie up on the bed,

he leaves with her in his office i stayed,

i open the door as they go to the O.R,

in his office i wait for over an hour,

then i go down to join in the op,

i walk into the room and shes out cold,

shes on her back and his between her legs,

no scalpel in hand fingers in her,

i undo my trousers and move to her head,

his head goes down between her thighs,

then i hear him as he begins to cry,

i go down and see lots of blood from his arm,

as he bleeds on her clit i start to play,

slices into his arm blood on the floor as he self harms,

we pump drugs into her to wake her up,

he wraps up his arm and i begin to fuck,

bloody cock and pussy together in twine,

we both laugh as he says a blowjob shall be mine,

she wakes up and im still fucking,

she wakes up with a cock in her mouth,

no-one hears her shouts,

we swap places and he goes in,

soon the struggles and tears begin,

he climaxes she cum filled and all bloody,

i cum in her mouth shit feels funny,

we removed her teeth its a weird feeling,

abused and used left in a mess we snap her neck,

cum in her mouth and pussy, thats a double check,

in the dim light we look at each other,

we just smile as we fucked and killed the fit motherfucker,

we clean up the room and have a shower,

go back to the office, a young girl walks in......we'll'll see you in an hour..........................................
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