5 comments/ 61884 views/ 8 favorites My Dad is a Doctor & I am a Voyeur By: Seniorcitizen 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). My Dad is a Doctor & I am a Voyeur Ch. 02 Many thanks to the gorgeous young Terry, whose valuable and caring insight has given me more assistance than she knows. * 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 . My Dad is a Doctor & I am a Voyeur Ch. 03 Mrs Valentino with her magnificent melons and her black hairy pussy. In my previous tales, I have told of how I had installed a video camera in a vent in my father's surgery and that it was attached to my computer. The camera is very expensive and has a brilliantly silent zoom facility. The camera also has a small lateral and vertical range. I am delighted to share some of my more interesting and exciting tales with you, the reader. How true are these tales? Maybe one day you will read about me in the newspapers. I hope not. I am addicted to watching and listening to the many beautiful and sexy women who find themselves in various states of undress and in the most vulnerable of positions when they visit my Fathers surgery. Am I a pervert? Of course I am. Do I ever feel guilty? There have been times and situations where I have felt a little uncomfortable. I do not know whether you are interested in those particular stories. If you are, then tell me. Over time, I have listened to many women pouring out their souls to my father the Doctor and telling him their most intimate secrets. This has made me realize that I am a Voyeur in the truest form; I enjoy everything about it. I love it when a luscious young mother walks in, sits down and starts telling us her most intimate secrets. The longer this part of the consultation takes, and the more vulnerable the young woman is, the more excited I seem to get these days. Maybe I am maturing. I especially enjoy watching the girls that I know from school who usually look on me as something the cat dragged in. Most of them do not know my relationship to their Doctor as I am careful not to advertise it. Watching them undressing, baring their perky young tits and spreading their smooth legs for me, gives me a very special buzz. When I see them in school after their medical examination, I get to feel a bit superior, knowing that I have seen their tits, asses and pussies in full Technicolor, not to mention having all their secrets on disc. Usually, I go home that evening and jerk off whilst replaying that particular DVD of the girl involved. That makes me feel good. I realize that all these medical examination DVD's would be worth a fortune to me if I could put them on the web. However, it would only take one person to recognize my father or one of his patients and I would be undone. I have looked on the web and there is nothing that comes close to my collection. The so called genuine sites all appear to be fakes. Today I am going to tell you about the gorgeous Mrs Valentino with her magnificent melons and her black hairy pussy; so sit back and enjoy. Mrs Valentino and her husband own the local Italian Restaurant and Café Bar. Mrs Valentino is about twenty four and five feet three with olive skin and masses of dark curly hair. Her big brown eyes, pearly white teeth and a flashing smile together with very shapely legs, make strong men go weak at the knees. Did I mention that she also has a voluptuous body with huge tits? Mrs Valentino often wears low cut tops and when she bends over to serve food or coffee; all eyes go straight to her cleavage. It is a little like looking down the Grand Canyon only better. Everyone is hoping to get a glimpse of a nipple, and there is much discussion as to what they would look like. If only they knew what I now know. Her restaurant is always full of boys aged from fourteen up to eighty four who go there just to drool over the gorgeous Mrs Valentino. She does not seem to mind a bit and even gently flirts with some of the patrons. I always keep an eye on my father's appointment book for something special and this time, to my great excitement, there was the name, Mrs Maria Valentino, indelibly etched into the book showing an appointment for the following Tuesday afternoon at three o'clock. By a strange coincidence, I discovered that I had a very important assignment that required me to be at home in front of my computer that afternoon. Mrs Valentino arrived on time, wearing a bright red and green floral blouse, which on her looked right. On anybody else, it could have looked garish and out of place. The blouse was accentuated by a classic, nicely fitted, knee length black skirt and short heeled black shoes. It was at that moment that my heart jumped into my mouth as I realized that she was accompanied by an elderly lady. I got down on my knees and prayed that it would be the younger Mrs Maria Valentino that the appointment was for and not her mother. I am not into old ladies (even when I am an old man, I do not expect to be into old ladies). I breathed an audible sigh of relief when the young Mrs Valentino informed my father that the appointment was for her and that her mother in law was there as her chaperone. My father the Doctor asked Mrs Valentino what he could do for her and she excitedly replied that she was hoping that she might be pregnant. I was as excited as she was at that moment, although for different reasons. After asking all the obligatory questions, which in themselves I find exciting, such as when her last period had been and when she last had sexual intercourse (not quite what I call it), my father ushered the luscious Mrs Valentino behind the drawn curtain, leaving granny sitting at the desk. Once behind the curtain, My Father instructed this gorgeous lady to undress down to her underwear. Mrs Valentino did as she was told and carefully removed her brightly colored floral blouse to reveal a black lace bra of astonishing proportions. It had to be at least a forty double 'D', and it was only just big enough to hold her magnificent tits. They looked as though they were going to escape at any time. Talk about cleavage! I did not want her to take it off yet as I was swept up in the anticipation of a magnificent show and I wanted to savour every moment. The next step in this wonderful spectacle was the removal of the skirt. After undoing the waist band, with a little help and a wriggle, the skirt dropped to the ground. When Mrs Valentino bent over to pick it up, my heart went to my mouth as I was convinced that her tits were definitely going to fall out. They should have, but they didn't. Mrs Valentino was not wearing stockings; however, what she was wearing, was a pair of black lacy French Knickers! The blood ran from my big head to my little head and I almost fainted with pleasure. I swear that Cindy the cheerleader in my first story was not in the same class as this woman. Mrs Valentino stood in all her glory, huge tits just barely contained in a black lacy bra with French knickers hugging voluptuous, smooth rounded hips and thighs. In fact, the classic hour glass figure! Dark curly hair surrounded the sweetest smile which in turn showed off those flashing white teeth. What capped it off and made it so much more special was the almost certain fact that the only other men other than her husband to see her so dressed (or undressed) was her doctor and me. O joy unbounded! Mrs Valentino exuded pure sex and my Father being a totally dedicated Doctor, could not see it. My father the Doctor, as usual, thoroughly checked her ears, eyes and throat first and then her blood pressure. The next stage was to weigh her and to measure her height and her waist line. At this stage, as voluptuous as Mrs Valentino was, she still had an amazingly flat stomach and narrow waist. My Father took his time and Mrs Valentino chattered excitedly. Unlike many other examinations where I was anxious to get to the money shot, I was happy for this one to take its time. This one was special. Finally the first moment of truth arrived. Mrs Valentino sat on the examination table and was instructed to remove her bra. This seemed to happen in slow motion, at least to me it did! This gorgeous dark haired lady reached behind her and undid the clasps of her lacy black bra. Her hands still holding the straps of her bra came forward towards her front and the cups of the bra slowly peeled away from her tits. I held my breath expected these huge tits to sag. They did no such thing. Mrs Valentino's tits were magnificent. They stood proud and full and round and firm. There was no sag and no lines. The areolas were like dark pink saucers, at least three inches across, with nipples that stood out like baby's thumbs. I stayed breathless. I was in awe! To this day I fantasize on what it would be like to suck and fondle those tits; maybe even to tittie fuck them. My Father the Doctor examined Mrs Valentino's back with his stethoscope before moving to her front. Her tits were so large that he had to manhandle them out of the way so that he could listen to her heart and lungs. Far from being embarrassed about this, Mrs Valentino cracked a gentle joke about having enough milk for several babies. All I could think was 'What about me'. At last came the time to remove the French Knickers. As they slid down Mrs Valentino's round, smooth hips, so did my eyes. As she bent down, her beautiful full tits with their big, round, dark pink areolas swayed and threatened to brush the floor. Her ass was round and smooth with a very deep cleft. In fact, Mrs Valentino was the very epitome of a glorious and mature woman. Can you imagine the state this little voyeur was in by then? Mrs Valentino stood up to reveal a luxuriant black bush. Only slightly trimmed, her pubic hair actually shone like the hair that surrounded the gorgeous ladies face. I have said before that I am turned on by bush (not George W you fool)! My first and instinctive thought was 'how is the good Doctor going to find her pussy in this forest?' Silly me, he has hands of course. This beautiful and sweet lady slid up onto the examination table and lay on her back with her legs together and her feet pointing in my direction. Her lovely big round tits with their distinctive dark pink areolas and prominent nipples rolled outwards and rested gently on her upper arms which were tucked in by her sides. I could not see her pussy lips as yet as they were hidden under the dense mound of pubic hair. How I envied Mr Valentino at that moment. How often did he fuck her? Did she like doggy style? Did he go down on her to eat her hairy pussy? Did she suck his cock? I even wondered briefly, whether he was better hung than me (that was a stupid question, every one is better hung than me). My father the doctor gently examined the lovely ladies firm tits whilst paying special attention to her large round areolas with their prominent nipples which he prodded and pushed and examined very closely. The last act of this part of the examination was to hold each nipple in turn and to pull and squeeze. This part nearly does me in. I get short of breath and light headed. I should see a Doctor! Mrs Valentino's tummy, which was still very flat, was the next part to receive attention. Again, experienced hands gently pushed and prodded without touching her hairy mound until gloves were pulled on and her legs were finally parted. With legs parted, even with my camera on full zoom, I could only just make out a pair of pussy lips hidden in the dark, luxurious bush. My father the Doctor, who was standing at the side of the examination table, parted Mrs Valentino's hairy black bush with his gloved hands to reveal a pair of large oval fat pussy lips. The lips were opened with his fingers and there in glorious Technicolor was the money shot! A beautiful pink clitoris that was nearly half an inch long. It was the biggest and best clitoris that I had ever seen. It was brilliant! I was so fascinated that I actually took my hand off my cock for a second. The examination continued with my Father the Doctor sticking a finger in Mrs Valentino's big black hairy pussy whilst palpating her flat tummy with his other hand. This took a few minutes and if it had taken hours, I would have been even happier. During this part of the examination, I saw the Doctor accidentally brush Mrs Valentino's protruding clit with his gloved hand. Mrs Valentino gave out an involuntary little gasp. I still, to this day, do not know whether my Father the Doctor was aware of what had happened. I am sure, knowing my Father, that he would have been very embarrassed had he known. I have said before, it must take a very special man to do all of this to such a beautiful woman in such a caring but dispassionate manner and without ending up a slobbering and pathetic mess. The Doctor then withdrew his finger slowly and Mrs Valentino's pussy stayed partly open. Gloves were removed and disposed of in the bin for me to recover later. Leaving Mrs Valentino lying there, The Doctor walked over to his desk to don a fresh pair of gloves and then returned to the job in hand. He explained to Mrs Valentino that he was about to proceed with a bimanual examination which involved putting two fingers in her vagina (pussy) and one finger in her back passage (ass). This he again explained, would not hurt, but might be a bit uncomfortable. To make access easier, he asked that she open her legs as wide as she could and to draw her knees up as close as she could to her shoulders. I can tell you that in this position, the view of Mrs Valentino's hairy genitals and her large round, smooth ass was perfect. The black pubic hair which covered her pussy, tapered off just before her tight little rosebud ass hole. I watched breathless as two gloved and lubricated fingers again entered her pussy and one gloved and lubricated finger was gently forced into her tight ass. This was definitely a virgin ass, not like Virginia, the Pastors daughter's ass last week. That had been well fucked many times and I will give you one guess as to whom by! Nothing like keeping it in the family (I told you, I have many secrets locked in my special place). The Doctors gloved fingers did their magic jiggling trick inside Mrs Valentino's pussy and ass and as he withdrew them after a short while, my cock got so hard that I was forced to blow all over my plastic covered keyboard. In a secret file on my computer, I have a photograph of that moment of withdrawal where her hairy pussy and rosebud anus are still open and her big round smooth ass is in full bloom. I just love that picture. The Doctor discarded his gloves which were to later join my collection. All my gloves are named and dated. Do you think my collection might be worth something on E-bay at some future date? The absolutely gorgeous Mrs Valentino stood up and slipped on her French Knickers. As she bent over to put her feet in them, I once again got a magnificent erotic view of her hanging, swaying DD's. Her bra was again used to cover those incredibly perfect tits and those luscious big nipples. The other clothes followed suit and I savored every moment. Whenever I see Mrs Valentino, I smile a secret smile. I hope she never notices. I laugh to myself whenever I hear some of the guys discussing what her nipples might look like. It is amazing how accurate some of the guesses are. It passed that Mrs Valentino was pregnant and with twins. Those great tits were going to get an almighty workout! I was able to record each visit after that as the lady got bigger and bigger and her tits got larger and larger. If I get a good response, I will tell you about the visits in detail. Don't forget to vote and if you think a comment is appropriate, please feel free.