Chapter 3 Clinical

I had been playing with fire for so long that I had assumed I would never get burned. But now, daddy and I were going somewhere I had never thought we would actually go. Of course I had fantasized and even planned it but now it was really happening. I could tell by his breathing that he was getting more and more turned on by the moment. Where would it end? Daddy wrapped his long fingers over my wrist of the arm that sought to conceal my tits while grabbing the hand that still caressed his thigh. He maneuvered my hands to the top of my head, one on top of the other. “I want you to keep these here until I tell you otherwise, do you understand baby?” he asked sensuously. “Yes ”I responded, now almost completely stripped for his inspection. Daddy found the underside of my tits and gently hefted them as if trying to guess their weight. His smooth hands felt amazing against my bare skin. His aftershave wafted into my senses and made my mind melt. His skilled hands traced through my cleavage almost tickling me. “Are you giving yourself breast exams on a regular basis Amy? It’s important you know” he said his voice quivering, the last remnants of his professionalism evaporating. The thought of daddy on the verge of totally losing it made my nipples stiff and resemble little pink pebbles. “I am going to test your response to external stimuli now Amy” he said. Before I could ask what that meant, his thumb and forefingers began fondling my bare nubs, slowly twisting them counterclockwise like fleshy dials. I exhaled sharply and twisted my head back, overcome by the combination of pain and perverse delight. “Oh shit daddy” I whispered and realized that I was losing myself and our little game was starting to spiral out of control. “You have such a beautiful body Amy” my mother’s husband murmured into my chest. I couldn’t help but melt at the compliment coming from this delicious man that I had harbored secret lusts for since I had first known him. But this was my step-father I couldn’t let this go any further than it already had. What if he tried to fuck me? What would I do then? I had to say something. I needed tobring us both back to earth. “Daddy” I said, my voice just barely above a whisper. “What is it baby?” he said reluctantly shifting his gaze to my eyes. His pants were obscenely tented now, the fabric of his khakis unabashedly contorted around what appeared to be a long, thick shaft of fuck meat. How could I have not known before that daddy was so well endowed? How could my mother have kept something like that a secret for so long? “Nothing” I said, whatever resolve I had withering on the vine. “Daddy needs to see how you are developing downstairs honey” he said his hand coasting along my soft, naked thigh. “Do you want to show daddy what a big girl you’ve become?” he asked, I am sure he already knowing the answer. I could feel my chest erupting, my heart pounding like I was already being bent over and fucked. His eyes looked at me expectantly and my mouth went dry. My eyes shifted to his barely concealed arousal one more time. I arched my hips up and slid the white satin over my thighs and onto the floor never breaking eye contact with him. The cool air of the room felt perfect against the hot glistening folds of my pussy as my oversized clit hardened and begged to be examined by the good doctor. I pushed myself out further towards daddy silently telling him to plunge into my secrets. His fingers moved towards the damp folds between my legs and I braced myself for the delicious collision, but then he stopped. Daddy’s thumb began to trace just over the cleft of my pussy and then I remembered; the tattoo! He was fixated on the inked Japanese symbols that hung like a sign over my cunt. He wasn’t really reading it was he? No that was impossible, someone please tell me he is not able to read Japanese! Instinct told me to bring my hand over the symbols in a desperate effort to conceal my dark secret, but if he was able to read them, it was already too late. His eyes meandered back up to mine as if ready to ask a question. I bit my lower lip, waiting for the hammer to fall. What did he know? What was he thinking? “You’re so wet baby” he said he voice becoming warm and honey like. “I guess we can take that as a good sign of your sexual health” he said slowly twirling the slick, delicate folds of my hyper aroused pussy, no longer hesitant or feigning professionalism. “That’s very impressive baby” he said and I felt myself fall into a wet, warm haze. His thumb and forefinger pulled aside the sheath that hid my clit as he began to tease away the flimsy skin over my hypersensitive nub. It was my most secret place and now every millimeter of the lewd protrusion was being inspected by daddy. “You have a big one don’t you sweetie” he said. “Yes daddy” I managed, speaking into the brown leather as my body contorted under his touch. His eyes for a split second went back to the tattoo and the slightest expression of amusement snuck onto his face. I needed to ask him. Did he know? He mumbled something under his breath, something that was almost inaudible. Could it have been Japanese? I wasn’t sure. I could feel my neck and chest becoming flush as the anxiety and unknowing devoured me not to mention the fact that I was spread eagle in front of a man whose super cock was ready to tear into me like I was nothing. I needed to know. “Daddy…” I began but his fingers began to twirl and touch the sloppy mess between my legs at an almost frantic rate. “I want you to show daddy” he said. I bucked and humped his long fingers. “Good girl, just like that” he said as my urges smothered any sense of dignity I might have maintained in front of my daddy. My psyche was collapsing under his guiding hand. “That’s it, show daddy” he said, gently easing me into a forbidden bliss. I whimpered and squealed unabashedly as I pushed my pussy into his hands begging him to take me. “You’re doing so well baby” he said, obviously pleased that my bubble butt was hovering above the leather couch now, in a desperate effort to merge with his surgeon’s fingers. “Show daddy how big girls cum” he said. I belted out a shrieking orgasm. I melted into the warm brown leather when I started breathing again and realized for the first time that I was soaked from head to toe. I had just had a huge orgasm in front of my daddy. There was no going back now. I panted and hissed out short breaths through my mouth as the weight of what had just happened settled on top of Daddy took out a white handkerchief from his pockets and dabbed the edges of my pussy. There was something about being cleaned by him that made the gravity of the situation become at least negotiable. What about the tattoo? Had he been able to read it? How could I know for sure? “I want you to lean back now honey” he said as he slowly pushed my still tense body into the back of the brown couch. “Just relax, there you go. Just keep breathing sweetie” he said. I nestled back into the overstuffed leather. “I need to do a manual inspection of your birth canal to make sure there are no irregularities up there. Do you understand Amy?” he asked. I nodded in a dazed haze and pulled my thighs towards my chest, silently volunteering my pussy to daddy one more time. His long finger glided easily into the still dripping hole, the slow invasion making me gasp and twitch. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes as the sensation of his digit overwhelmed my consciousness. It felt so good, too good. My stomach bounced up and down in a slow motion rhythm that I am sure told daddy that his slutty step daughter was enjoying her exam. I could feel his fingertips just brushing up against the top of my insides, towards my “G spot”. Daddy had obviously done this before. “You are very tight Amy. This may be a problem” he said sounding clinical. “Why… is that doctor?” I managed despite the sensations of soppy euphoria drowning me. He didn’t answer but rather slipped deeper inside. His thumb was now nuzzling my clit while his finger gently curved upwards inside, daring me not to have another orgasm then and there. “Soon you are going to be a college girl and you’re going to have a lot of boys that are going to want to screw you. Unfortunately you’re still very tight and I am afraid you’re gonna hurt yourself on some guy who is too big for you. I don’t think we have any choice but to start your stretching therapy immediately” he said a slightly suppressed self-amused smile dawning over his handsome features as he withdrew his fingers from my hole. “I have never heard of stretching therapy before daddy, what’s that? I asked, mock innocence flavoring my tone. My hand moved to his thick but concealed erection. A hint of precum was clearly evident now on his khakis where his cock tip desperately tried to rip through the fabric from the inside of his pants. My fingers moved to his zipper and slowly unpacked my step-father. It was grotesque and glorious at the same time. The thick shaft of rippled meat fell into my little hands. I wanted it inside me. I wanted it to destroy me and take over. But I knew I would not be able to take him, he was just too big. “You know what is going to happen now don’t you Amy?” he asked as he brought the length of his shaft to slither elegantly through lewdly bursting folds of unprotected pussy. I clawed at the arm of the couch as the sensation of my step father’s perfect cock exploring my flagrantly displayed cunt. Would he really do it? Did he mean what he said and actually spend the remainder of the evening breaking in his too slutty step daughter? “Daddy… I don’t think…” I tried but the words just wouldn’t come. I knew even at that moment that if daddy wanted to fuck my brains out on that couch he would do so. I couldn’t really resist- impulse control issues and all. “Before we start I want you to tell daddy what your tattoo says” he gently demanded. Oh God, why did he ask? Did he have to? “Oh they are just…you know… some symbols. I don’t even know what they really mean, I just thought they looked bad ass” I lied trying to make his question go away. His cock withdrew from my seeping folds and I heard what could have been a sigh. “I don’t think you are telling me the truth” he said as his heavy cock abandoned my needy twat. “Well I…don’t…” I stammered away. “Tell daddy what your tattoo says” he said again getting up from the couch.