Chapter 3: Doctor Hastings

The next day Daddy took me to see a doctor friend of his, a Dr. Hastings. I’d met him before and knew his daughter. She is a year older than me, and in a higher grade. She’s also a hot babe with a bad reputation. I even heard she fucked some of the teachers, but I don’t know which ones. Dr. Hastings and Daddy play golf together, and Daddy told Dr. Hastings he should put me on the pill so I could fuck and not get pregnant.

“Where’s Jill?” Dr. Hastings asked Daddy, with this big grin on his face. “You haven’t been doing things to this poor, young girl you shouldn’t have, now have you, Al?”

“If you mean have I been fucking my daughter without her mother knowing about it, well, yeah, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing,” Daddy grinned.

“DADDY!” I gasped, shocked.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” Dr. Hastings said. “You see, honey, your naughty old daddy here has been helping me do exactly the same thing to my daughter, too, so don’t worry. I won’t be telling anyone. Your secret is very safe with me.”

“Daddy? You ... you’ve been ... been fucking Megan Hastings?” I asked, stunned.

“For about a year now,” Daddy smiled. “So you see, Kitten. It’s okay. Our secret is very safe with Dr. Hastings.”

“Jesus,” I grinned. “That’s so cool.”

“Speaking of cool ... I think it’s time for Dr. Hastings to examine you, baby. Right, Ken?” daddy asked.

“Sure is, Al,” Dr. Hastings said. “Now then, honey. Just take off your clothes and climb up onto this contraption here.”

“Undress? In front of both of you?” I asked, getting excited.

“Well I can’t very well examine you if you’re wearing jeans and a tee shirt, now can I, honey?” the doctor asked.

“Okay,” I said, starting to undress. Suddenly I felt like a hooker getting ready to take on two paying customers, and I felt my pussy growing wet. I pulled the tee shirt up over my head and tossed it on a chair, my naked tits on display for Daddy and Dr. Hastings now.

“Beautiful,” Dr. Hastings said, as I unsnapped my jeans and stepped out of them. I was wearing a very tiny thong, and I felt the material crawling up into my wet pussy as I stepped out of my last pant leg.

“Now take the thong off, too, honey,” Daddy said, and I noticed his cock growing hard. We were the last appointment of the day, and I suddenly remembered Dr. Hastings had told his nurse she could lock up and go home, which she’d done. So we were alone in the doctor’s office ... just Daddy and Dr. Hastings and me.

I felt my body quiver a little, and then I peeled the thong panties down over my hips, revealing my almost bare pussy. I stepped out of the panties and Daddy asked for them. I gave them to him and as Dr. Hastings and I watched Daddy sniffed them, and then unzipped his jeans. When he took his cock out it was rock hard, and when he went over and sat down in a chair next to the examining table I saw him start to play with himself.

“Get up here now, Patti,” the doctor said, motioning for me to get on the table, and I did as he asked, allowing him to spread my legs and place them in the stirrups. God it felt so nasty. Here I was, naked, with my legs spread apart while a friend of Daddy’s moved up next to me and began touching me while Daddy watched, masturbating.