Dad is taking you to the office where he works. Mostly because it's summer so you don't have to go to school anymore and partially because it's your yearly wellness exam.
You've had wellness exams the past two years. It's nice because when you have your appointment it's in the summer and you can stay with Dad at the office all day long.
The receptionist is there already and two of the nice nurses that have worked there for years now. They all greet you and Dad. Saying good morning doctor. They greet you separately, calling you little guy and kiddo.
"Come on, boy," father says as he leads you back the hall and into his office. This room is connected to the exam room. The thought of going in there makes you excited.
"Alright, go on in, strip naked for me," dad says as he places his bag down. His jacket comes off and he hangs it on the coat rack. You nod and remove yourself into the separate room. There is a chair, that is where you put your clothes, folded nice and neat with your panties sitting on the top.
You turn to the table, well it's kind of a chair. The one where the legs come out and you put your feet in them. What are they called?
"Ready?" Dad asks. You scramble to get yourself up into the chair so you can reply. Sitting in the device makes your pussy wet. "Ready!" you call back.
He opens the door and enters to you already sitting in the chair. He smiles at your need to please him before he kicks the wheely stool closer to you. He sits down in it.
"How are you feeling? Any questions or concerns? anything out of the ordinary?" He's rolling up his sleeves. He's putting on his teal green gloves because you're allergic to the vinyl ones that he normally uses.
"I don't think there's anything. I mean I've had a little bit of pain while doing my stretching exercises."
"Which dilator are you on? If you're following the directions, there should be almost no pain."
Dad sits on the stool, grabbing your ankles to put them into the holders. "What are those called, Dad?" "Stirrups. Directions. Are you following them?"
"I'm on the fourth, I followed the directions."
"Good, scoot your bottom down, bud." Your heartbeat quickens and you follow his command, sliding your butt to the very edge of the seat. The paper crunches as you do so. "Oh my, you're very wet, aren't you?" You suck in a breath as Dad places his hands on your inner thighs.
The gloves are cold and you don't tense up. "Well look at that, you are very clean." The comment makes you smile. He removes his hands from your thighs, there is a tray on a table nearby, he pulls it toward him with his foot.
You can't see all the tools, but you hear a package tearing, then a wet squirt. "The lubricant will be slightly cold." Dad's gloved hand is now resting on you thigh again, palm down.
The other hand with his fingers covered in lube is resting just near enough that you can feel the presence, the temperature change. You suck in a sharp breath. "I'm going to touch you now. Tell me how everything feels." You nod and the cold lube touches your boy cunt. You let out a whiny noise.
He circles your clit, rubbing the lube all over the outside. "That's good, Dad." He says nothing, just continues to rub and tease all of your folds, your clit. He even circles your hole, it's slow. He barely pushes in his finger before pulling it out again.
He stands and places his free hand on your tummy. "I'm going to have to press down, remember?" You nod, the feeling of his big hand on your stomach.
This time he pushes his finger inside. It slides in easily and he decides it would be easier to explore with two fingers. He pulls out, "Two fingers now sweetie." He pushes them inside and curls them upward. It makes you gasp.
The feeling of his thick gloved fingers is something you think about often. When he presses on your stomach, right above your pubic bone you can't help the noise that escapes your mouth. He's now moving his fingers in and out of your tight cunt.
It feels good to have him so deep inside you like this. Even if it is just his fingers. The pressure on your tummy and the movements of his fingers is making you get close. His head moves between your legs now. His hot breath spreads over your cunt as he uses his mouth now to lick you.
It's slobbery and wet and the best thing you've ever felt. You babble his name as you buck your hips to get more motion. This puts more pressure on your bladder.
"Dad... D-dad... I'm gonna pee!" You're panicking now but he keeps going. Licking you hard and fast with the broad area of his tongue. His fingers pump in and out of you and he doesn't seem to care that you have to pee. Maybe he wants you to. It gets to be too much, the pressing, the pumping.
You let out a shrill little noise as you shake. This is it. You can't hold it anymore. It comes from you with so much force that you freeze in place. Dad just keeps going with the examination. Lapping up everything that came from your little cunt with his greedy tongue.
A whine escapes you. Dad slows down and eventually pulls his fingers from you. "Everything looks good, Kid."
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