My Dad Is A Doctor And I Am A Voyeur

My Father is a Doctor and I am a Voyeur.

Let me explain. My father is a successful and popular Doctor in a smallish mid west town. I am studying computer science at the local College where I am singularly unsuccessful with the girls. I have had lots of sex; however, it would be nice to do it with another person one day. I am about five feet six and as a result of a bone disorder when I was young, have one leg very slightly shorter than the other. It does not bother me; however, it meant that I could never be any kind of an athlete, although it has been suggested that I could try swimming. Have you seen some of those swimmers? Six foot four, shoulders that do not fit through the average door, muscles on their muscles, and that is only the women! No, not for me. I also wear glasses and am considered a total geek and a nerd. This is why I became a voyeur instead of a stud.

My mother, god bless her, tried to set me up with a female some time ago. The girl's name was Gloria and she was nineteen. Five feet two and two hundred and forty pounds, just like her mother. Come to think of it, her mother would be about three hundred pounds. Wouldn't that be something to look forward to? Both of them are large enough to have their own zip code and town council. If they stopped eating for a week, it could fix the world hunger problem. Even my father had trouble stifling his laughter when he found out what my mother had tried to do, especially as they had been invited to our house for tea and cake. You should have seen them, like ravenous hyenas when they saw the cake, which they devoured in seconds. They both sat there hanging over their chairs and grinning at me like two monstrous, carnivorous Buddha's. It was very unnerving. I was in therapy for ages after that.

I digress. I am a devout voyeur and successful techno nerd. I am the fellow who looks down blouses and up skirts at the mall. I am quite good at it and in fact, have turned it into an art form.

My father has always got me to look after his computer and all his electronic equipment. He is not only useless at things like that, he also has no interest. All he knows is medical stuff. Fine by me.

A few months ago, he asked me to look at an old movie camera that he owned, and that is when I got my big idea. I decided to install a video camera in his surgery which I would then connect to my personal computer. I will not go into boring details, suffice to say that the camera was very small and very powerful with a remote controlled zoom feature. It cost me a lot of money. The house that we live in is very old and grand, and my father has his surgery on the ground floor in one wing of the house with a separate entrance. It took me a whole weekend when they were away, to install the camera, microphone and wiring in the walls. The camera was installed in a vent about seven feet off the ground and faced straight down into the surgery to the foot of the examination table. It was camouflaged extremely well. To the right of the table was a curtain which when drawn, gave me a view of both my fathers desk on the right and the examination table straight ahead.

The camera that I chose had a very silent zoom and the whole of the equipment could be removed by way of a panel outside the house in a matter of minutes for servicing or an emergency. I hope I never get caught. I do not fancy sharing a cell with a giant by the name of Bubba who calls me darling.

I of course tested it whilst the surgery was empty and then did my adjustments. My next job was to check my father's appointment book to see who he was seeing in his surgery that evening. All his appointments for that first evening were for men or very old women. Very disappointed and had to jack off to porn on my computer.

The next evening was looking superb. His only appointment was with Cindy Jones, the number one cheerleader at our school. Cindy is a five foot eight ash blond with green eyes, pouty lips and a stinking attitude. She has a figure that resembles an old style film star, legs that go all the way up to her armpits and tits that defy gravity. All the males at school and some of the women drool when she walks by. Now, Cindy has been very unkind to me over quite a long time. A few months ago I had cause to ask her a question in class and she cut me dead in front of every one. She makes a habit of embarrassing people that she considers inferior to her. Of course, I fit right in there. In short, Cindy has the looks of an angel and the personality of a fucking bitch. Every dog has its day.

I kept a look out for her arrival from an upstairs window and she arrived right on time. She was wearing tight blue jeans, white sneakers and a fitted woolen jumper which did little to hide her physical charms. I already had the equipment turned on and was in front of the screen when she walked into the surgery. My father sat her down and took a few notes. He then asked her how he could help her. She explained that she had to show a full annual medical certificate for her cheer leading duties which were very important to her and her future. (I think she is going to become a brain surgeon or a fucking rocket scientist one day). He explained that he did not have a nurse on with him this evening, and she said that that was fine by her. He then asked her to go behind the curtain and take off her clothes, but to leave her underwear on. By this time, I was shaking and sweating with anticipation I could hardly control the camera let alone myself.

Cindy Jones was going to get naked, and I was going to see it all! After pulling the curtain down the length of the examination table in the direction of the camera, she first pulled her designer jumper off over her head leaving her pink, lacy bra showing with plenty of cleavage. Next came her sneakers and her skin tight jeans. There was gorgeous Cindy standing there in her little lacy pink panties and matching bra. I was having trouble breathing by this stage and my heart was going into palpitations.

Cindy called out that she was ready and my father came over and measured her height and weight. She then sat on the examination table whilst he took her blood pressure and checked her ears, eyes and throat. He then asked her to slip off her bra, which she did. First one shoulder and then the next. Cindy's tits spilt out of their confining bra; magnificent thirty six 'D's with pink, puffy nipples at least two inches across.

How my father can remain totally professional under such extreme and unreasonable conditions is beyond my comprehension. I would be a slobbering idiot in about twenty seconds and struck off in two days, if not in jail. That is probably why I will never become a doctor.

The stethoscope came next. First her back. As she breathed in and out, her luscious big tits with their rosy pink nipples rose and fell in unison with her breathing. My head also rose and fell in unison with her tits as my heart pounded. During my father's examination of Cindy's chest, he cupped first one tit in his hand and then the other as he lifted them to listen underneath with his stethoscope. Then came the breast examination. I watched as my father the Doctor pushed and prodded and lifted those glorious, firm, smooth, round globes. When he started squeezing and pulling her puffy pink nipples, I almost came in my pants.

He then asked her to stand up and to slip her panties off, which she dutifully did. When she bent over to take her feet out of her panties, her big tits dangled down and swayed from side to side. I was in a bad way by this time. I was almost having convulsions. She then stood up to reveal a puffy blond mound which stuck out in front of her by at least an inch. My father proceeded to examine her flat tummy and her mound with his hand. Her ass was round and firm and smooth when she turned round. If it had been any bigger, it would have rated as a bubble bum. All in all, it was perfect. The crack of her ass was deep and firm. After a few minutes of this, he then instructed her to hop up on the table.

She lay back on the table with those lovely big tits pointing straight to the ceiling. Even with her legs together, her mound was a full handful and her pink pussy slit was apparent. My father proceeded to push and prod her flat tummy from the side of the table with his hands. I think they call it 'palpating'. He then told her to open her legs wide. I already had my rock hard cock in my hand by this time and when she opened up, I came all over my keyboard. I hope I didn't wreck it. If I did, it's all Cindy's fault. (Maybe I should send her the bill for a new one). Her pussy lips were as pink as her nipples and looked like two halves of a large peach. Her clit was clearly visible and extended about a quarter inch. The soft, sparse, downy pussy hair extended all the way to her tight little ass hole. I love bush (Not George W, the other bush).

Whilst my father had walked to his desk to get some gloves, I had activated the zoom on the camera for a close up of Cindy's beautiful cunt. I could not believe my eyes, she was wet! Very wet! She had fluid dripping out of her pussy and down to her ass hole. I zoomed out a little and saw that she had her eyes closed and a little smile on her face. 'What did this mean' I asked myself? I almost never talk to myself.

My father came back and proceeded to don his gloves. Standing to the left of the table, he used two fingers of his left hand to part Cindy's puffy pussy lips and then put the middle finger of his right hand deep into her glorious wet hole. No lubrication was necessary even though he used it. My cock instantly rose to its full height again and my breath came in short gasps. He then pressed her stomach while he jiggled his finger inside her cunt. I looked at Cindy and she was breathing heavily. My father asked her if she was in discomfort. She answered no. He then withdrew his finger and took off his glove which he threw into the garbage bin. (I later recovered it and went to sleep that night with it on my hand after sucking it clean; I still have it in my collection).

My father the Doctor then asked her to roll over on to her tummy and to part her legs again, which she did. Cindy's pussy was in glorious full view and looked decidedly more swollen as well as wet. He then donned another glove and lubricated one finger. Using his left hand to part her smooth, round ass cheeks, he dove slowly and deeply into her little rosebud ass hole with his finger. Cindy let out a little gasp as his finger violated her ass and she seemed to raise herself a little above the table. He then felt around inside her ass for a while before slowly withdrawing his finger and again discarding the glove, (please don't ask me what I did with that glove) leaving her lying there breathless. My father seemed quite concerned and asked if she was alright. She told him that she was fine, just a little nervous and that she would be OK. By this time she had rolled over onto her back, still with her legs wide apart and those glorious round tits with their pink, puffy nipples still pointing to the ceiling.

My father told Cindy that she could get dressed. As she slid her big tits back into her bra and covered her puffy pussy with her lacy panties, I realized that the show was finished for the time being. However, I now had her on glorious full color DVD for all eternity.

After the examination, Cindy asked my father how often she should see him and looked quite disappointed when he told her not for another year.

My life changed considerably after that and my parents were very impressed that I stayed home most evenings to study on my computer. I do not even bother to look at porn any more. I have something better. I also have a water proof cover for my keyboard. My only disappointment is that I can never publish any thing on the web. It would be too easy to trace.

Soon after Cindy's examination, all the other girls in the cheer squad made appointments to see my father and many of their mothers also. If I get good feed back, I will tell you about some of those adventures. I might even tell you about the time Gloria and her mother came to the surgery. (That is for those with a fat fetish or those that just want a good laugh).