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Doctor Dad
by TammyTrueheart
Edited by Pantera Bonita
This is the ninth story in an autobiographical series. Each episode
can be
read by itself, although they all build upon the previous episodes. In
Chronological sequence they are: Forced to Strip, Tammy and the Twins,
Forced to Strip II, Club Med Honeymoon, Tammy Sucks a Black Cock, A
Busy
Elf, Rachel, Mark and Tammy, and Model Wanted.
Living with Rachel and Mark was better than living at home. However
now
that Mark had left, the money aspect of things was looking bleak. I
was
looking for a real job now, not one of those minimum wage, come and go
as
you please kind of things. I came across something in the Chicago
Tribune.
There was a company in Chicago that would give me a 40 hour HAZMAT
OSHA
training for free if I signed an agreement to work for them for 6
months.
WOW! This seemed too good to be true. It also paid twice the minimum
wage
with plenty of overtime. Where could I go wrong?
The class was filled with mostly minority males. A group of them were
sitting around at lunch time discussing their time in prison. They
were in
agreement that "you don't want to go to jail for rape."
I piped in, "Well what do you want to go to jail for?"
They all got a chuckle out of the little white girl trying to be
funny.
The course was easy, although a few people failed simply due to a
severe
lack of reading skills. After we got our certificate, we had to get a
physical before we could go to work. The company was working with a
clinic
downtown. We could get our blood work up and chest x-rays there and
then
get paid $75.00 if we wanted to go to another doctor, instead of using
their doctor.
I looked at the physical. It required both a breast and pelvic exam.
Dr.
Su, the company doctor, I was told by one of the girls, likes to take
his
time on those breast exams. I could see myself being in there all
afternoon. No one would want to be in line behind me. They would all
be
late getting out of there. I opted to have my father give me the exam
instead.
Daddy was a retired doctor. Mom had passed on a couple of years back.
Dad
still had a dozen elderly patients (all women I might add) with whom
he
would regularly visit. They were on fixed incomes so he didn't really
charge them for the call. He really didn't do much doctoring either;
instead they were more like social calls for shut-ins. This was his
charity work.
Now I love my Daddy very much. He really hasn't examined me since I
broke
through a "B" cup in the eighth grade, although I trust him more than
any
other doctor. I explained to Dad the situation I was in. He
recommended
one of his doctor friends, but I said if he did the exam, I could
pocket
the money which I really needed.
Dad agreed and looked at the form he had to complete. He said, "You're
healthy Tammy, I could sign this stuff all off."
I looked at Dad and confessed, "I really haven't had a doctor look at
me
in five years. I think I should have an exam."
Dad looked at me and replied, "I didn't know it was that long Kitten.
Well
I guess I will just have to examine you."
I loved it when he called me "Kitten." We went into the examination
room,
which was fairly barren at this point. He still had the same sign with
his
misspelled name upon the door, "E. Kim O'Del". I didn't bother to ask
him
why he didn't change it. It had become part of the family. Dad handed
me a
hospital style gown to put on. I proceeded to disrobe on the spot,
when
Daddy stopped me.
"Tammy, please change behind the screen," he said very calmly and
professionally.
I went behind the screen and completely disrobed. This would be the
first
time my Dad would see me naked since I was twelve. I was fairly proud
of
my body, especially my 38DDD breasts. Although sex was far from my
mind, I
found myself finger combing my pussy hair. I have a particular dark
curly
clump right at the top of my opening, in the midst of a sea of hair. I
was
fingering that clump, although I wasn't sure what I was trying to make
it
do- go away, or curl it more.
I hopped up on the examination table with my bare ass poking out the
back,
sticking to some paper Daddy had rolled out. Dad went down the list of
required areas he needed to examine and read them aloud and checked
them
off as he went. He hit me a cold stethoscope on the back and I nearly
went
through the roof. He thought it was funny and just laughed. Dad didn't
have an ordinary laugh, but it sounded like an old man attempting to
imitate Precious Pup. I loved to hear his laugh, except maybe this one
time.
Dad had pretty much examined everything going down the list, skipping
over
the breast and pelvic exam. Seems all the doctors save the best for
last.
Neither one of us was looking forward to that awkward moment. Dad
threw me
a change-up by opting for the pelvic exam before the breast
examination,
but what did it matter.
I placed my feet in the stirrups and lifted my gown so my Daddy could
see
my adult pussy for the first time. Daddy carefully pulled back my
pussy
hairs and stared intently at my flower. He was speaking as he was
looking,
claiming to be searching for genital warts and such as he caressed or
moved my hair about.
Afterwards he stuck two fingers inside of me, again claiming he was
checking for warts and checking out my cervix. The speculum wasn't
much
fun, but I survived. Dad took a few drops of discharge from me to exam
later. He then asked me if I had sex or douched in the last day,
things he
would never ask me as a father. I didn't want to mention the sex I
had, so
I claimed to have douched, although I think he new I was fibbing.
Dad told me I needed to get a pap smear, but to wait a couple of days
after sex or a douche in order to get better results. He marked off
the
pelvic exam. I was never happier about closing my legs, having my
exposed
pussy up in the air so wide open; with my Daddy touching it wasn't as
easy
I as I first thought it would be.
I felt a little more comfortable with my pussy covered again as we
shifted
to the breast exam. I laid down flat on the table except for a couple
of
pillows. Daddy undid the top of my gown and pulled it down to my waist
allowing him to see my grown up titties. They lay flat on my chest,
not my
best pose, but then again this was an examination. Daddy first pressed
around my abdomen. He had a gentle but firm touch.
He then had me raise my arms behind my head so he could exam my bare
breasts. He pressed gently then firmly with his fingers. They were all
over my right breast, from the armpit to the cleavage and even around
the
nipples. The constant touching of my breasts made my nipples get hard.
I
was not aroused, just my boobies. I did notice a lump had grown in my
Daddy's pants. I don't recall ever seeing one there before.
After finishing my right breast, my Dad took a step back from the
table
and said, "I don't think I can finish the exam, Tammy."
I said, "Daddy that is a normal reaction. All men get that way when
they
touch me. It is okay, I understand."
My Dad hung his head low and didn't say a word. He stood there with
his
small frame, balding head, big brown eyes, with some wrinkled skin. I
had
pitied him since Mom had passed away, not having any sex. He was kind
enough to have adopted me when my own parents did not want me. I
thought I
should do something for him. I loved my father and would do anything
for
him, besides we were not blood related. I reached out and grabbed the
top
of his trousers, gave him a tug toward the examination table and said,
"I'll take care of that Daddy."
I undid his belt buckle and started with his zipper when my Dad began
to
protest. He gently placed his hands on mine and whispered, "No, Tammy,
no."
I pushed his hands back and said, "It will be our little secret Daddy,
just yours and mine."
I continued to undo his zipper and slid his pants down. They were
large
for his pale skinny legs and quickly fell to the floor. Dad stood
there in
his loose white boxer shorts with his cock pressing to pop out of the
front.
I reached inside the front of his boxers and felt his cock. Dad gave a
soft groan as I touched it. I sprung his cock free from the opening.
It
was your average size cock, nothing really special about it other than
being my Daddy's cock.
I gave his cock a few strokes with my hand to gauge my Dad's reaction.
He
didn't stop me. I leaned forward and placed his cock in my mouth. I
stroked my Daddy's cock between my lips. It had a "clean" taste to it,
almost antiseptic. I believe it was the smell of the doctor's office
that
was influencing my taste buds. This was so weird. I was giving my Dad
a
blow job trying to get him off. Yet at the same time I was afraid to
exhibit my great cock sucking ability. I would normally at this point
take
the cock out of my mouth, lick the shaft and suck on the balls a
little,
but I didn't want to look like I was some kind of hose monster to my
own
father- just a daughter who loves him enough to relieve him of a
spoonful
of tension.
My Dad at this point had turned into a regular guy. His head was
slightly
tilted back with his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He was
holding
on to my head as a counterbalance. I would hate to see him fall after
the
double hip replacement he had last year.
I kept wondering about my brother, while gliding my wet lips back and
forth across my Daddy's cock. My brother was now living in Tennessee
and
his I had sucked off his cock so many years ago. From what I
understand,
his flat chested wife does not give head. I was thinking about the
poor
guy, starting out his sex life with a blowjob from his sister, and
never
getting another one again. The repetition of bobbing my head back and
forth on Dad's organ was getting a little boring so I reached my hand
into
his briefs and caressed his balls. Dad perked up a bit, as he groaned
slightly louder. I heard a quiet, "Yes" come out of his mouth.
Daddy grabbed my head a little harder and then tossed some pelvic
thrusts
my way. Not too bad for a guy with a couple of artificial hips, I
thought.
With my head in his firm grasp, Daddy gently fucked my face. He gave
me a
little bit of pre-cum, and then he had a quick shudder. I thought he
had
cum, but there was no fluid. His cock went slightly soft, but was
still
rigid, so I kept sucking anyway. Daddy had stopped fucking my face,
and
decided to let his little girl do all the work. I worked his dick in
and
out of my mouth. I was still wondering why he had an orgasm and didn't
cum
in my mouth when I decided to do a little more ball playing. I pulled
his
balls out of his boxer shorts and stopped sucking on his cock long
enough
to give a quick lick and a suck on his balls. I went ahead and gave
his
cock a few licks too, even though I told myself I wasn't going to do
this.
That seemed to have gotten Dad's attention, as he became rock hard
again.
I stroked his dick into my mouth with long fast vigorous motions while
tickling his balls, which had regained some of their hardness. This
time
there was no pre-cum. Daddy came in my mouth. I maintained a good
stroking
and sucking motion until I was sure I had it all swallowed.
I then took Daddy's cock out of my mouth. I made a few lip smacks as I
carefully replaced the dick back into the boxer hole. Daddy pulled his
trousers back up. I laid back on the table with my breasts still bare
and
arm above my head. Daddy completed the examination of my left breast
and
signed off my physical.
A short while later we were sitting in the living room watching TV
when
Daddy spoke up. "I'm sorry Kitten, I should not have allowed that to
happen, it is just that.."
Daddy had stopped his sentence. I was curious and had to prompt him.
"Just
that what?" I asked.
"Just that your mother would never do that for me, it was a new
experience." Daddy said somberly.
How ironic. My brother starts his sex life with a blow job from me and
never gets another one, and my father ends his sex life with a blowjob
from me after never having one. I wasn't sure which was saddest. I
told my
father, "think no more about it Daddy; it will be our little secret."
Dad said, "I know I won't be telling this to anyone."
"Neither will I Daddy." I gave Daddy a good night kiss and went to
bed. I
was now ready for work.