Page 5 of Daddy to Go

She smiled nervously. “Pretty much read. I love to read, everything I can get my hands on. I probably could have paid for college twice over if I didn’t buy so many books.”

I laughed. “I like that. That means you’re intelligent, Abby. Intelligent and beautiful, quite the mix.”

Her eyes shifted again and I immediately realized what I had said. “I’m sorry, that kind of slipped out.”

“Intelligent or beautiful?” she teased, breaking a bit out of her nervous shell.

With a grin I shook my finger at her. “I like that. Sense of humor too. I appreciate it, especially since you’re not the only woman who gets nervous when it comes to her annual exam.”

Abby’s eyes flashed slightly, and I could tell she was already attracted to me. Why not? I have an incredible bod, wavy black hair and eyes so blue that they sometimes turn black. Yet I also wanted her to relax, and to let me examine her without being too nervous. Of course, I needed to relax too. It wouldn’t really be good for me to give a breast exam if I was poking her in the side with my hard cock.

“Women probably get nervous because you’re so handsome,” Abby said shyly, immediately looking away when she realized her gaffe.

I don’t know what crossed my mind in that moment, but I’m not sure I even had control over my own hands. Before I realized it, my fingers were grazing her chin, turning her head back toward me. My cheekbones had a harsh flush on them, and my voice was deep and thick.

“Don’t look away when you say something like that. It makes me think you’re just saying it to make me feel better.”

Her eyes grew bright again and she slowly smiled. “I think you know that already.”

A half smile pulled at my lips. “Believe it or not, I wasn’t always a confident man. I used to be shy and a loner. Pretty geeky.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked. “And what changed it?”

I took in a deep breath, my eyes moving down her body and back up to her face again. “Becoming a doctor and starting a wellness program where I took care of myself. But more on that later because it’s time we get your exam started. How about we begin with the breast exam? Do you check yourself on a regular basis?”

She licked her lips and nodded, turning her head back to stare up as I moved my fingers from her chin. I stood up, nonchalantly edging my cock to the side and pushed my sleeves up, gently pulling the strings on the front of her gown. As they came loose, I brushed the paper to the sides, staring down at her huge, firm, round tits.

At that point, I tried to stop myself from being overzealous, but there went my hands again, immediately cupping her right breast. My eyes shifted up to her and sank deeply into the chocolate brown of her gaze. Her nipples immediately went hard as my gloved hand passed over it just light enough to tell me she was aroused. Oh shit. What do I do now? This exam has already gone off the rails, and yet we just started.

3

Abby

Iwas so wet, I was terrified I was going to slip right off the table and into a mound on the floor. I’d been nervous but when Dr. Rivington walked into the room, everything changed. The way he looked at me with his piercing blue eyes. The way his muscles tensed, pressing against his light blue t-shirt beneath his white jacket. The way his jet black hair stayed perfectly in place but looked soft and shimmering as his ultra-white smile reminded me of a wet dream.

Then there was his personality. As soon as his hand touched me, I felt sparks shoot through my whole body and my thighs began to quiver enough that I pulled them tight together. The way he spoke to me, the connection between us, made me anxious, nervous, and calm all at the same time. Talk about a mixture of emotions while wearing nothing but a crinkly pink gown.

Then came the moment when he untied my gown. All I could do at that point was fixate on his handsome face. The way he bit the inside of his lip as he folded back each side. Just one touch of his hand on my skin set me on fire. It took everything I had not to arch my back into the air and to beg for more.

“You like it, don’t you Abby?”

I could do nothing but nod silently, my body giving him its own answer. His palm slid slowly over my nipple and it hardened, but as his eyes seized mine, any feeling of shyness washed away. The fact that locking eyes during an exam wasn’t really how it was supposed to go didn’t even cross my mind. All I could think of was how I wantedmore. How I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his as he pressed down, cupping my breast with one hand while caressing it with the other.

My mouth opened slightly and a heated breath pumped my chest up and down. He squeezed again, this time harder and pulled his fingers up to my nipple, rubbing it between his forefinger and thumb. A small whimper came from me and he released me before slowly taking both of his gloves off.

“Is this okay?” he rasped. “You’re just so beautiful and I want to feel you skin-to-skin.”

I nodded, unable to get the words out of my mouth. Of course, it was okay. In fact, it was amazing to be with Dr. Rivington like this. The warmth of his hands, the pressure he put on my breasts, every whisper and hum made me go insane. It sent unbelievable electricity through my entire body.

Dr. Rivington took things to the next level then. Slowly he lowered his head down to my breasts and ran his lips over my skin. The soft tender pressure made my lower back arch upward. Suddenly, as his own control wavered, he dove down onto my tits, squeezing them hard while rubbing his face across my firm mounds.

“Shit baby,” he rasped. “You feel so good. Huge and bouncy.”

A slow moan rose from my throat and my hand moved up his shoulder, rubbing against the stiff fabric of his jacket sleeve. I could feel his pulsating muscles beneath, hardening with every touch. Keeping his face lowered, a nipple in his mouth, he pulled his jacket off, dropping it to the floor around his feet.

Immediately I wanted him. I needed him to examine me even more, if that’s possible. As if he could hear my inner thoughts his hand slid down to the tie at my waist and slowly pulled it loose. He moved quickly to the end of the bench and gripped my hips, digging his fingers into my thick flesh.

With a quick tug, I slid down the table, my legs immediately opening wide for him. The air was cold in the room but his heat quickly filtered over to me, flowing over my body like a wave. I lifted my head for a moment, but he pushed me back down, his blue eyes fierce. He licked his lips and knelt down on the step, running his fingers up my thighs.