Chapter 9 – Hump Day at Doctor Dick’s Office

When Jenn and I arrived at the doctor’s office, the waiting room was rather small and sparce, with only four chairs and a sliding receptionist window. The only other people in the room were a mother and what appeared to be her 13 or 14-year-old son checking out at the receptionist window. She looked overheated and a bit sweaty, and her son kept reaching down and adjusting his crotch while his mom was talking to the receptionist about making a future appointment. Finally, the young boy had had enough, and he said to his mom, “Can we hurry? I’m all sticky and what to go home.” The receptionist handed the lady an appointment card. As the lady turned toward the door to leave, she gave me what seemed to be a knowing smile and a nod as she led her son out the door. 

I went up to the window and let the receptionist know that I was there with my daughter for an appointment. The receptionist’s name tag said “Tiffany”, and I thought to myself, “Sounds like a stripper name.” Then I looked her over and thought, “The name fits. I’d let her dance on my pole any day.” Nurse Tiffany handed me a stack of papers on a clipboard and a pen and said that all new patients have to fill everything out honestly and completely, and to bring it all back to her when I was finished. I took the paperwork and sat back down next to Jenn to get started. It was all of the usual stuff – child’s name, child’s age, child’s sex, parent’s names, address, insurance information, family medical history, child’s medical history. I returned the completed forms to Nurse Tiffany, and she said that the doctor was free now, and pressed a buzzer that released the inner door near her reception desk to unlock so that we could enter. 

She showed us to a room where she had Jenn step onto a scale to weigh her, then measured her height. She then had Jenn sit in a chair and took her temperature, blood pressure, and heart rate. After writing everything down in Jenn’s patient folder, she led us out of that room to the next one over. This was a considerably larger room, with an examination table in the middle, a TV on one wall, and a full size couch against the other wall. Lots of cabinets for medical stuff, a sink, and oddly a freestanding shower in the corner. Nurse Tiffany handed Jenn a robe and told her to change in to it, and that I could wait in the hall if Jenn wanted privacy. Jenn told Nurse Tiffany that it was fine if I stayed while she changed. That broadened the smile on Nurse Tiffany’s face, and she turned to leave the room and said that the doctor would be right in. Jenn stripped naked and put the gown on, and I tied it in the back for her. It exposed her bare ass, but once she climbed up onto the examining table and sat down it covered everything.

When the door opened, a young man that didn’t look like he was even out of medical school yet entered and introduced himself. “Hi,” he said, “I’m Doctor Pounder.” I smirked and said, “Seriously?” He said, “Yeah, I get that a lot, but it’s the family name I was born with. And this must be Jennifer?” he said as he looked at my daughter sitting on the table. She said, “Call me Jenn. Everyone does.” “Sure thing, Jenn,” he said, “Let’s get your exam started.” He took a scope and checked her ears, and a wide depressor and checked her mouth. He looked her mouth and throat over thoroughly, using the depressor further and further back into her mouth to get a good look. He eventually had almost the whole tongue depressor half way down her throat, but she didn’t gag, which seemed to put a smile on his face. Once he was satisfied, he said that he needed to check her breathing, and for that she’d need to lower her robe from her chest area. Jenn reached back, but couldn’t reach where I had tied it, so I walked over behind her and untied it for her. The doctor said I didn’t need to be in the office for this part, but Jenn said that I was her dad so I’ve seen her naked before, so she wanted me to stay. 

Doctor Pounder shrugged and said, “ok,” as his smile broadened. Once she had lowered the robe to her lap, he raised his stethoscope to her chest and listened to her breath while moving it around from place to place. When he placed the cold stethoscope on her nipples, her still forming breasts seemed to swell some and her small nipples became hard like little pencil erasers. Doctor Pounder didn’t even seem to notice as he moved around to her back and had her take deep breaths while moving the device around back there, from the nape of her neck all the way down to where her ass crack started. He then sat back some and said, “Well, everything checks out just fine so far. What brings you in for an exam today?” I told him that Jenn was needing to go on birth control. He didn’t even flinch as he said, “Oh, ok. I’ll need to do a more in-depth exam to make sure everything is alright before I can prescribe that. Is that ok with you, Jenn?” She said it was, so he told her to lay back on the table with her head on the small pillow and her legs hanging over the far end of the table. 

Doctor Pounder then wheeled his small exam stool around the table to where Jenn’s legs were, and he flipped up two arms with footrests on the ends. He told Jenn, “Put your feet up in the stirrups.” Which made Jenn giggle and ask, “Like I’m going to ride a horse?” To which the doctor replied, “Yes, if it makes you more comfortable, you can pretend you’re riding a horse. Now, scooch your butt down to the end of the table some more. Very good.” And then, with her legs in the device’s arms, he spread them further and further apart, exposing her wide open pink twat less than two feet away from his face as he sat in his chair. I could see moisture forming in the folds of her pussy, and she said, “I’m getting a little cold. Will this take long?” And the doctor replied, “That depends on what my exam finds, but don’t worry, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about feeling cold for very much longer.”

He told Jenn, “I’m going to have to take a look inside you. To do that, I’ll need to put this in you,” as he held up a metal device that looked somewhat like a duck’s bill. “But first,” he said, “I’ll have to make sure that you’re slick enough and the device is slick enough so that it doesn’t hurt when I put it in.” Jenn nodded her head as approval. The doctor took a bottle and squirted some liquid onto his fingers and rubbed the slick stuff onto the duck bill device and then took his slick middle finger and started toward Jenn’s pussy. I said, “Don’t you need gloves for that?” And he said, “No, no. I washed my hands very thoroughly before coming in the room. I have to be able to feel for anything unusual during the exam, and rubber gloves don’t allow me to feel what I want to . . . I mean what need to.” And then he ran his slick middle finger from the top of her slit to the bottom, and then started pushing inward. Jenn flinched, both from his finger stroking across her clit and the unexpected penetration, but her flinching caused his finger to sink into her deeper.

“Hmmm. Uh huh. Yeah, ok,” he said as he moved his finger around inside her. He removed his finger and wiped it with some tissues he pulled from a container on a nearby wall, then took the device and inserted it into her and expanded it out. He peered inside with a light pen, and said, “What I thought.” He looked in my direction, gave a crooked smile, and said, “I’ll be right back,” and got up and left the room. I thought, “Oh my god, he’s calling the cops. He knows she’s no longer a virgin and I’m going to prison.” Before I could dwell on my despair for more than about 20 seconds, he returned with a clipboard with another form on it and a pen. He handed them to me and said that I’d need to fill it out front and back before he could continue the exam. After handing it to me, he said that he’d be back in a couple minutes and then left the room. The form had “Good Patient Program Application” in bold letters across the top. 

When I started reading the rest of the form, I paused. It was asking things about the child’s sexual orientation and a detailed sexual history. There was a grid with columns for approximate dates, sexes of partners, ages of partners, how many partners at a time, sexual positions, types of sexual contact (touching, oral, vaginal if the child is a girl, anal), giving/receiving/both, and several other intimate things. I was stunned, but filled it out as best as I could while thinking to myself, “I hope I’m not effectively signing a confession of what I did with Jenn and what I allowed others to do with her.” Luckily, it did not ask for names or familial relationships to the child. All it had as identifiers were patient numbers. In the upper corner there was a location for “Good Patient Number” and a hand-written series of numbers, which I assume was Jenn’s patient number, and one of the columns was for “Good Patient Number”, which must be for identifying the patient number of any sexual partners that were also members of the Good Patient program. Very sneaky, and the anonymity of it made me feel better about filling it out since it couldn’t easily be directly connected back to me or Jenn. It didn’t take long to fill out, since she had only been sexually active (that I knew of) for less than a week.

Then I flipped it over, and it was a legal contract. I started reading through it, and it said things about no businesses that were members of the Good Patient program could be held liable for their participation in the program, and they would not be liable for any legal fees incurred related to patients or their family members participating in the program. There was a clause about all members of the program are required to protect all other members of the program from any physical or mental harm and to report any known harm that one member inflicts on another member to the Good Patient Board, which consists of the owners of the participating businesses. There was a part about all members understand and respect that “no” means “no” and that it is never acceptable for one member to compel, bribe, extort, physically force any other member to perform an act that they do not want to do, and again reporting it to the Board if we know about it happening. The document went on and on about what was expected of participating members and what their rights and protections were within the group. At the bottom of the page were three outlines of boxes. Two said Parent or Legal Guardian, and the third said Board Member.

When Doctor Pounder came back into the room, he asked me if I’d finished filling out the application and reading the back. I told him that I had. He asked if I had any questions. I asked how I’m supposed to sign the agreement in such a little box. He took a lancing device used for checking blood sugar out of his pocket and said, “We don’t use names on the agreement. We use a drop of blood to sign it, then they’re stored in a safe located outside the country. One of the Board members travels there every month, and any new agreements are taken there for safe keeping where law enforcement can never get to them.” He handed me the lancing device, and I pricked my finger and let a drop of blood fall onto the contract in one of the Parent boxes. I handed the device back to Doctor Pounder. He replaced the lancet, pricked his finger, and placed a drop of his blood onto the contract. He left the room, saying that he was going to put it in the safe in his office until the next time a Board member was traveling.

When he returned, he said, “Ok, let’s get back to that exam.” Jenn then piped up and said, “About time. I’m laying here half naked and freezing my ass off.” I said, “Jenn, watch your language. That’s not the types of things you say in public.” She said, “I heard you and the doctor talking. I know that he knows that we’ve had sex.” Doctor Pounder said, “Well, she has a point. No need for her to be shy or pretend to be an innocent little flower. By the way, now that we’re getting to be friends, my first name is Richard, but my friends call me Dick.” At that, I had to laugh out loud, and I reached out my hand to shake his and said, “Good to meet you, Dick Pounder. I’m Mike, and you’ve already acquainted yourself somewhat intimately with my daughter Jenn.” “Yes, Jenn,” he said, “Are you ready to continue the exam? The rest of the exam is more informal and doesn’t require any medical devices. Though, if you’re into that kind of thing, I’ll be happy to use them on you. Either way, let’s see what we can do about getting you warmed up.” And with that he sat back down on his stool directly between my daughter’s outstretched legs, and dove in face-first to her hairless little pink pussy.

While he was lapping up my little girl’s juices, I unzipped my pants and removed them, then walked around to the other side of the table where my daughter’s head was laying. Jenn reached out and started stroking my cock. Then there was a light tap at the door and Nurse Tiffany came in without hesitating for someone to tell her it was ok to enter. She said, “Doctor, you don’t have a lot of time. Your next patient is already here and is in the waiting room filling out the forms. They should be ready to come back here within the next ten minutes.” Doctor Dick lifted his face from my daughter’s crotch and said, “Well, I don’t have time to fuck her, but give me another couple minutes of eating this ripe young pussy and then I’ll be ready for the next patient. Maybe I’ll get to fuck them. Is it a boy or a girl?” Tiffany replied, “It’s a girl. Her name is Sally.” I said, “Oh, that’s our neighbors, Greg and Sally. They’ll want to be members of the Good Patient program too. We already have a bit of a start with them.” Doctor Dick said, “Sounds good. Tiffany, this is Mike. Mike, this is Tiffany, my wife. Tiffany, how about you help Mike out with his problem while I finish up this oral exam of Jenn.” 

And with that, Tiffany was on her knees in front of me, swallowing my hard cock to the root. She not only had a name like a stripper and the body of a stripper, she sucked cock like a stripper. After all of the teasing and edging my balls had been through over the past 24-hours, I was ready to explode. I told her I was about to cum, and she released my dick long enough to tell me that she would love to have me cum all over her face, but she didn’t have time to change before heading back to the reception desk, so she wanted my cum down her throat, and took me back into her mouth and began bobbing and swirling her tongue over me until I couldn’t take it any more and unleased everything I had into her mouth. It felt so good that I had to hold the edge of the table Jenn was laying on to keep from falling over. As soon as I was finished, she started getting up and told Dick that she had to head back up front. He again lifted his face from between my daughter’s legs, and Nurse Tiffany leaned over and gave Doctor Dick a sloppy cum filled french kiss. 

As Tiffany left the room, Dick stood up and lowered the arms holding my daughter’s legs stretched out, and told us that the exam was complete and we could get dressed. He said to stop by the reception desk on the way out and the nurse would give us the prescription for the birth control and an appointment for the next visit. I asked what the follow-up appointment was for, and Dick said that it was a group therapy session held at a private location for any members of the program to attend that wanted to. He said that we would be invited to next months’ meeting, to give the birth control time to take effect. I then understood what type of therapy session he was talking about – physical therapy. Once Dick left the room, Jenn and I finished getting dressed and headed to the reception desk. We exited the door leading to the waiting area and went to the reception window. Tiffany opened the window and handed me two slips of paper. One was the prescription, and the other had a business name, address, date, and passcode. I thanked her, and then leaned in the window a bit and as discreetly as possible told Tiffany that she had some of my cum dripping down her chin. She ran her finger up her chin, collecting the cum, and sucked it into her mouth as we turned to leave. As we passed by Greg and Sally, I gave them a smile and nod that was probably similar to the one that the lady had given us as her and her son had left the doctor’s offices, and got back a confused look from Greg that was probably a lot like the one that I had given the lady. 

    

The Sleepover - Chapter 09 – Hump Day at Doctor Dick’s Office