My Dad Is a Doctor & I Am a Voyeur

Many thanks to the gorgeous young Terry, whose valuable and caring insight has given me more assistance than she knows.

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In my previous story, I told of how I had installed a very sophisticated video camera in a vent in my father's surgery and that it was attached to my computer. I also explained that with good feedback, I would release some of the more interesting tales. Do not forget to vote, dear reader, I am easily bought. In fact, I am a complete slut. So far, all the feedback has been very positive, however, I welcome comment from the no talent morons as well. I believe in equality of expression. Even fools have something to say.

To date, God forbid, my actions have not been discovered. I now have a sizeable collection of fabulous full color, all original, all talking, all action, private videos. The real shame is that I cannot share any of them with anybody else. I would love to do this; however, I am not yet ready to commit suicide in jail.

One early evening I was sitting in front of my computer, very excited, cock in hand, waiting for Miss Pretty to arrive. Miss Pretty (yes, for the skeptics, that was her real name) was one of my schools physical education teachers. The best way to describe her would be to say that she was a dead ringer for Olivier Newton John in the original film of Grease. She was five feet two, sweet, blond, very feminine and very cute, with long tanned legs, a narrow waist, a smallish bust and a 'Girl next Door' kind of fresh faced innocence. Miss Pretty was single and did not date, although she had plenty of offers. Her reputation was intact. Every one was in Love with Miss Pretty and she was the complete lady. Even the moronic 'jocks', with their knuckles dragging on the ground, would hold the door open for Miss Pretty. I know that I am not going to upset any of the 'jocks' of this world, because they would be unable to read this story due to the fact that I have used words of more than one syllable and have attached no pictures. Onward, dear reader, onward and upward.

The delightful Miss Pretty walked into my father's surgery wearing a very modest light pink, floral summer dress, which covered her cute little body from just below her neck to just below her knees. Her blond hair was tied in a 'bob', which made her look even more like a young schoolgirl than she normally did. Her pretty little round face was looking rather flushed as she accepted my father's invitation to sit in a chair beside his desk. She sat very upright, with her feet together and her hands just between her knees. I think the word is 'demure'.

My father the Doctor pulled out a card and a pen and began asking questions of Miss Pretty. She looked very nervous as she told him that she was twenty four and had never had any major illness. She explained that it was a school requirement that she have a full medical once a year and that this was to be her first one. My father asked her whether she was sexually active, and to my amazement, she very hesitatingly told him that she was a complete virgin. Not only was she a virgin, but she had never even been touched in a sexual manner. How excited did I get at that moment? A Cherry! I thought virgins were a myth, just like Unicorns and the Dragons. How wrong can I be?

My father the Doctor, a completely upright and ethical man (just like his beloved son and heir), explained to the lovely Miss Pretty, the mechanics of the examination. How she would have to undress completely to allow him to examine her lungs, her chest and her breasts. He would then gently push and prod her tummy and would externally and internally examine her vagina. Lastly, he would digitally examine her rectum. Just as he was telling her that he would jam his finger up her ass (sorry, my words, not his), she burst into tears. When the crying had subsided into sobs, she explained that she had always managed to avoid such examinations in the past and that she was frightened and embarrassed at such a personal thing to have to happen to her. My father calmed her down and told her that there would be a female nurse present and that she had nothing to worry about. At that, she burst into tears again and told him that having someone else present in the room would be even more embarrassing and upsetting for her.

When Miss Pretty had calmed down sufficiently, my father led her over to the couch and asked her to get undressed down to her underwear. The fact that she could keep her underwear on seemed to placate her somewhat. and she pulled the curtain all the way to the foot of the couch. As I have explained, the curtain came in the direction of my camera, so that I was able to see all.

After placing her white purse on the chair provided, Miss Pretty slowly slipped off her white shoes and her white and pink ankle socks (what else would she be wearing?). Next was her pink summer dress which was buttoned up at the back. She reached behind her to undo the buttons and slipped the dress down over her slim hips at a very reluctant pace. Stepping out of it, she placed it neatly on the chair. Miss Pretty stood there looking so cute in her little pink bra and a pink slip which hung from her waist. She was also still wearing her panties which had not yet seen the light of day or my camera.

After standing there for a few minutes to gain some composure, Miss Pretty called out to my father that she was ready and he walked over and pulled the curtain back. Miss Pretty stood there with her arms folded over her bra as though trying to hide from him. Her eyes were facing the ground and she looked about as embarrassed and unhappy as anyone I have ever seen. I almost felt sorry for her (almost).

My father asked her to sit on the couch which meant that she was sitting with her right side to my voyeuristic camera. The first part of the examination involved checking her ears, throat and eyes followed by the blood pressure test. Nothing very exciting amongst that lot. All the time these things were happening, Miss Pretty sat staring impassively at the wall with her hands folded on her lap. My father then asked her to remove her bra so that he could examine her lungs. She looked at him with pleading eyes and asked him if it was really necessary. Being a really nice man, he again explained the procedure.

Miss Pretty very reluctantly reached behind her back to undo the clasps on her bra and she then let the straps fall down over her slim shoulders. At this stage she had her hands clasped over the cups of her bra which still contained her little titties, keeping them hidden from my view. My father the Doctor examined her smooth, straight back with his stethoscope whilst asking her to breathe deeply in and out. He then moved round to her front and asked her to drop her hands. She looked at him imploringly and I could see big wet tears forming in the corners of her eyes. He had his job to do and was gently insistent that she let him examine her properly.

Miss Pretty very slowly lowered her hands which contained the cups of her bra and two beautifully formed, pale little titties emerged. Even my father the Doctor must have been suitably impressed. They were the classic 'ski slopes'. I have never seen such pointed and shapely titties in all my life. The areolas were very puffy and the size of fifty cent coins. The color was rose pink. The nipples pointed straight out and up in front of her as though held by magic .The tits did not sag and were as smooth and perfectly shaped as I have ever seen. You ask me what size they were? I would say about a thirty two 'A or B'. As they say, more than a mouthful is a waste. They were the type of perfection that I could never get tired of looking at, let alone touching and sucking. I zoomed my camera in on them and to this day I still have that close up picture in the form of a poster. (Do you think I should ask my father if he would let me assist the next time he examines the lovely Miss Pretty? Perhaps not).

Next was the chest examination with the stethoscope. Miss Pretty is like her titties; smooth as silk, firm, and no sag anywhere. My father warmed his stethoscope and placed it above her tits, below her tits and beside her tits without ever touching them. He was so careful not to upset her and she even gave a wan little smile at one stage. I watched those lovely little titties rise and fall as she breathed in and out. I was mesmerized by them and my poor cock was throbbing with further anticipation.

With the chest examination over, my father explained that he was going to do a manual breast examination. Miss Pretty nodded nervously and did not move her hands from her lap. My father then proceeded to prod her right tittie with two fingers, first around the base and then in circles towards the glorious rose colored puffy nipple. Every time he pressed his fingers into her tits I could see that they were so rock solid and firm that his fingers sprung back, hardly moving the tittie itself. The exception to this was when he put his fingers on her nipple areas and pressed. They must have been incredibly soft because his fingers nearly disappeared.

By this stage, Miss Pretty's face was as pink as her nipples and when my father cupped her tit in one hand and squeezed and rolled the nipple with the finger and thumb on his other hand; I thought she was going to burst. My father then proceeded to examine the other tittie in the same cautious manner. Miss pretty by this time had her sky blue eyes closed and kept them closed. If she was embarrassed at this, she had no idea of what was to come.

Now that the wonderful breast examinations over, my father motioned for Miss Pretty to stand up next to the couch. Miss Pretty stood there wearing only her slip and panties with her arms folded over her beautiful little pointed titties. I guess she was hoping for no more indignities. She was to be sorely disappointed.

As she stood there with her eyes averted to heaven, my father asked her to take off her slip and panties. I thought for a split second that we may be in for a revolt; however it did not eventuate, thank goodness. In the next few moments, Miss Pretty struggled to remove her slip and panties whilst trying to keep her titties covered with her arm. It was both sexy and funny with her hard, pointed titties springing into view, either over her arm or under it, while she struggled. She managed to remove her slip, which fell to the floor, leaving only her pink, lacy panties to protect her. Still covering her tits with one arm, she managed to wriggle out of her panties by pushing down on either side with one hand and pushing her hips in that direction at the same time. It rather looked like an attempt at striptease. I am a patron of the arts, so therefore, thoroughly appreciated the performance. Unfortunately, Miss Pretty was leaning forward for this maneuver and I was unable to see her pussy. Eventually, she stood facing the camera with one arm covering her titties and one hand covering her pussy. For a moment I got all irrational and wanted to call out to her to get her hand away. Luckily, commonsense prevailed and I remembered where I was.

My father motioned for Miss Pretty to remove her hand from in front of her pussy. She ever so slowly raised her protective hand all the way up to her chest and immediately burst into silent sobbing again. I didn't care as all I wanted was to see her pussy. What I saw was a flat, smooth tummy, below which, was a beautiful little split peach with a hint of a pink clit sitting between the halves. Her pussy and her delicious mound were covered in a slight down of blond, almost white pubic hair which had been neatly trimmed. Miss Pretty was very fit and carried no fat, just lovely, smooth, firm flesh. At the top of her gorgeous smooth thighs was a slight keyhole gap, giving an unobstructed view of her, as yet, untouched virgin pussy. This was about to change, dear reader!

My father the Doctor placed his left hand on the small of Miss Pretty's back, just above the flare of her ass, and leant slightly forward. He then proceeded to push and press Miss Pretty's flat smooth tummy with his right hand, starting just under her ribs and then moving across and down in a pattern towards that heavenly furry mound. Miss Pretty was by this stage, staring at the ceiling with her lovely, sky blue eyes full of tears. I was desperately hoping that the tears would not induce my father to hurry the examination; however he is a dedicated Doctor and would never rush something of such importance.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he reached her velvety mound and pushed and prodded it with his practiced Doctors hand. At this stage my practiced masturbating hand slipped off my cock and nearly hit me in the mouth. I quickly regained my composure and continued with my important voyeurism.

My father then stood up and Miss Pretty, thinking the ordeal might be all over, turned round to reach for her clothes. It was then that I got a full view of her beautiful little round ass. Not a line, not a dimple, not a mark. Just a smooth, round, slightly pear shaped ass, as good as I have ever seen (and I have seen plenty). Her hips were rounded in the most feminine of ways and as she bent slightly forward, I got a glimpse of her little furry pussy in the keyhole between her luscious shapely thighs. Miss Pretty had the sort of quality ass that demands one to bury one's nose in it and to breathe deeply. My very patient father quickly explained to her that there were still procedures to go through, at which, the tears started to well up again. He ignored this and asked her to 'hop up' on the table and to lie on her back so that he could continue the examination.

Miss Pretty ever so slowly and with the utmost modesty (as modest as you can be when you are stark naked) sat on the table and swung her legs up, laying her body down as she did so. Would you believe that she had covered her tits and her pussy again with her hands? My father ignored this and proceeded to push and prod her smooth, flat tummy, again starting from just under her rib cage and moving down towards the Promised Land. When he ceased this part, my father reached over and smoothly donned a glove on his right hand. As he did this, he moved Miss Pretty's hand away from her crutch; it seemed, in order to give me an unobstructed view of her virgin pussy. This was the first virgin pussy that I had ever seen. This particular DVD holds pride of place in my collection, and always will. .

My father asked Miss Pretty to open her legs and relax. (Relax, what a joke)! None the less, those beautiful shapely legs did open, to reveal the prettiest pussy in the world. Untouched and unfucked, round with smooth, puffy, bulbous outer labia (big pussy lips for the dummies) and inner labia (little inside pussy lips for the dummies) that peeked out like a small glorious flower that had just blossomed. With her clitoris, just peeping out a quarter inch, and all this in glorious shades of pink and white, I was left breathless and rock hard even though I had forgotten to keep stroking. One day I am going to wear it out.

My father the Doctor stood to the right of Miss Pretty and with the finger and thumb of his left hand, he parted what I had to keep reminding myself was a virgin pussy. Once her rounded pussy lips were parted, I could see that the inside was pinkish red and smooth. With my trusty zoom, I could also see that her entry hole was not very big. It had obviously never been stretched by a large rampant cock, or even a little one, the size of mine. Very gently, still holding her velvety pussy lips open with his left hand, my father slowly inserted his gloved and lubricated finger into the very private part of the virginal Miss Pretty. While he moved his finger around inside her, he continued pushing and palpating her tummy. I could see that Miss Pretty had her eyes and her little fists clenched all the time this was going on. After what to me was too short a time, (I would have made it last at least half an hour) my father very slowly pulled his finger out of her pussy and let the smooth, round vaginal lips gently close. He then discarded the glove into the bin. I can tell you that a virgin pussy tastes so much better than any other kind of pussy, as I was to find out later that night, after I had cleaned my father's surgery for him. (I actually get paid to do that).

My father then informed his patient that there was only one procedure left and asked her to roll over, which she duly did. Not only was Miss Pretty's pussy a revelation, but so was her ass. It was two incredibly round smooth slightly pink mounds that did not shake or wobble when she moved. No cellulite here! In between the smooth, round hillocks was a deep valley that just begged to be explored; and my father the Doctor was going to be the first, with me watching on in complete approval.

Again my father asked the adorable Miss Pretty to relax. With two hands, he gently parted Miss Pretty's pink ass cheeks to reveal a little dark flower that was her anus. Holding her ass cheeks wide open with just his left hand, my father then very, very slowly inserted his newly gloved and lubricated finger where no man had gone before. It seemed to take ages to get his finger into Miss Pretty's ass as it must have been incredibly tight and in the end, he had to push quite hard. As gentle as he was, Miss Pretty squealed in pain as the finger finally entered her ass. My father had to place his other hand on the small of her back to keep her from writhing around the couch in a vain attempt to escape the violating finger which jiggled around deep in her ass. Every time Miss Pretty pushed her stomach into the couch, her pussy slightly opened, giving me the most erotic show that I had ever seen. After what must have seemed an eternity for Miss Pretty, but only a very short time for me, my father then very slowly and carefully pulled his finger out of her ass. Just as the finger finally came out and her ass hole closed, Miss Pretty gave an extra squeal of pain which released an emotion in me that I do not wish to discuss. At that moment in time, my cock got even harder than it had been before and all I could think of was pulling Miss Pretty back down the table and burying my engorged cock up to my balls in that hot little virginal cunt whilst also shoving two fingers up her tight little ass to make her squeal some more. I cannot believe that I could get as emotionally involved as I did just then and even without my hand on my cock, I blew all over my waterproof key board. I still find my reactions to what was going on, to be quite disturbing. I think I found my dark side.

My father discarded the glove (don't ask) and whilst pulling the curtain closed, informed the distraught Miss Pretty that he had finished and that she could now get dressed. Miss Pretty slowly and painfully rose off the couch and proceeded to dress. First the panties which were slowly pulled up those smooth, shapely legs to be stretched over her lovely round ass and then to hug that beautiful virgin pussy (I wonder how I could get hold of a pair of her used panties)? I watched in fascination as Miss Pretty put her bra around herself and hooked the two ends together. The straps were pulled over her narrow shoulders and those gorgeous little titties with their beautiful puffy, pointed nipples finally disappeared from view. After that, every thing happened too quickly and suddenly show time was over.

Miss Pretty's lovely little face was tear stained and red; however my father the Doctor, ever the professional, calmed her down with kind words and a tissue before she walked out the door.

School was never the same after that. Every time I looked at Miss Pretty, I thought, and not without a little guilt and a stab of pain, about her visit to my father's surgery and how I had watched that absolutely beautiful, perfect little virgin body being violated for the first time (I think I felt a little as though I had been the person who had shot Bambi). Even knowing what my immediate reaction had been, I invariably got a huge hard on and had to go some where to jerk off .