The Good Daughter

Dear reader:

*This is not an incest story. If you are looking for that don't read any farther.

*This a reluctance/blackmail story but not a very heavy one. If you are looking for very strong reluctance or non consent story you will not find it here.

*Although I use my name in the story this not something that happened to me but a story I have heard from a friend.

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Ten years ago my father was diagnosed with cancer. That was a terrible blow for my family but thankfully we had help from the beginning. It was from our family doctor, I will refer to him as Doctor S. He was for many years a friend of my father and he took over arranging all the medical exams and used his connections to give my father the best treatment.

Having such an experienced and well-connected Doctor helped me as well. You see, my father and my family counted on me the most to help them through this ordeal. I was the only educated family member but the truth is that I was watching all this unfold without being able to do anything other than show a brave face and take care of any papers Dr. S. asked.

That meant that for a year I had weekly meetings with Dr. S and our relationship was warm and friendly. I enjoyed the visits at his office, especially when I wasn't escorting my father. It was a place for me to decompress with the only man who had any control over the situation. I admired the man for his successful medical and business career, his knowledge and that he used all of that to help us. Apart from that, although he was twenty years older than me (I was twenty at the time), I saw in him an older version of the man I wanted to attract and marry.

A few months had passed from the beginning of the treatment and Doctor S. called and asked me to visit him at his office.

It was about money.

When he told me how much all the treatments had cost and how much more I needed to pay I felt overwhelmed and ended up staring at my shoes in fear. Doctor S. told me that he had done the best he could to lower the costs and he even covered a lot with his own money but he could no longer do that without any return.

I told him that I understood and thanked him for keeping up his help for free for so long.

Starting the following week all the medical bills start coming at my house and immediately I zeroed the balance in my bank account trying to keep up.

I told nothing to my father who was certain that the social system handled every cost of the treatment. Despite his mental stress my father had a very good moral and was fighting. I would have hated myself if that changed because of money. It was my responsibility keep my father happy and focused in his well-being. My siblings were very young and my mother was really passive, she was not one to take the initiative.

After thinking about it, I figured that we could pay the medical bills. I would have to move in with my parents again, get a full-time job and probably drop out of my studies, and even with all that we would most likely end up broke. I could live with that but what would the future be for my younger siblings especially if my father didn't recover.

When Dr. S called me again I was desperate for a solution and I didn't hesitate to ask if he had any idea how to ease the financial costs.

He enthusiastically asked me to come to his surgery that same day telling me that he was certain we could reach an arrangement. I hadn't seen him for more than two weeks and I was certain that this meeting would be a good one. I had high hopes that his business background and experience would help me found a solution.

I went to his office late but still had to wait since he was still receiving calls. He looked so business like and I must have stared at him with admiration. He smiled at me and whispered with his hand covering the mouth piece of the handset that he would be with me in a few minutes. I smiled back and then sank into one of the chairs in front of his office pondering the money problem.

When he finished his phone call Dr. S came and sat in the other chair in-front of his office facing me. He leaned toward me with his legs closed and his gaze not making contact with mine.

"Georgia, I know that your father's illness has the potential to destroy your family financially unless you get some help. I gave a lot of thought to how to help you and I want you to hear me out before making any objections," he began.

"As you know, I am married for the last ten years, but except my two kids my marriage is dead. I have gotten no pleasure from this marriage for many years but I want you to believe me that until I met you, not once had I thought to cheat on my wife."

"I don't want you to think of my proposal as something indecent," he continued, "All these months I have valued your personality more than your beauty. Be assured that you will get from this as much as I will and I will cover all your father's treatment costs."

I felt my lips trembling and I was about to cry. It was not by shame than by anger for the betrayal I felt after hearing this proposal. I wanted to start cursing at him but I couldn't. My father's life was in his hands.

"You are one slick bastard, you call me here to help me and instead you offer to make me your whore or else you will let my father die! Now what do you want me to say to you?" I asked him and got up.

He sat up-right in his chair, crossed his legs and looked me straight in the eyes. Whatever weakness his confession about his failed marriage gave him was only temporary and now Dr. S was sitting calmly.

"Take your time Georgia, and give me your answer when you are ready," he said calmly. "And I don't think of you as a prostitute. Not at all."

I left his office without saying anything more. I saw him once more that week when he came to my father's home and I was visiting as-well. He started telling my father how expensive everything was these days and then immediately started praising me. He told my father how well he and I worked together and how much I looked over my father's interests.

My father was ecstatic hearing Dr. S praising me, but I was shaking from anger, especially when he looked at me with lust and when I saw that mischievous smile on his lips as he was talking about me.

No matter how angry I was at him I could see that his proposition still held and his interest was greater than before, and that flattered me. In addition, the bills kept coming and I was funding it difficult to pay them. I had to decide fast.

I waited a few days before I called him and told him over the phone that I accepted his proposal. I only asked for more discretion since I didn't want my father to find out.

He was just as eager to keep our relationship a secret from his wife and asked me if I was available to visit him at his practice that Friday late after work.

I agreed and that Friday night after dinner in my parent's house, I went to his practice.

The streets near his practice in up-town Munich were empty and the building which housed mostly offices was dead quiet since it was late.

A security guard escorted me to his office and immediately after the guard left Dr. S greeted me and told me to undress and stand by the examining bed.

"Thank you for taking my offer Georgia, but it is not a deal yet. I will see you naked and check you for sexually transmitted diseases. If you are clean, I will make love to you and if we are a match our deal will start", he said from the bathroom. Then he came into the room as naked as I was.

He had the body of an athlete or a soldier than a doctor, 192 cm tall and slim with wide shoulders and more devilish eyes then I had ever seen on his pale face.

I was in the opposite spectrum. I am 168 cm tall, a dark-skinned brunette with green eyes and big brown nipples.

He walked up next to me and started examining me from head to toe. He was keeping notes, taking pictures, collected swabs and at the end he drew blood for further testing.

"Wow, Georgia you would make your compatriot goddess Aphrodite proud with this body and face," he told me while taking my blood in the most weird examination ever.

"You are not bad yourself," I told him not being able to take my eyes from his hard cock that was centimeters from my knees. I was without sex for about a year since the start of my father's illness and it was exciting for me to have that great specimen of a man standing next to me. When I first saw him from afar his cock looked average but that was an illusion because he is tall.

Standing close to me, the twenty centimetre hard thick cock was more appropriately sized with his tall, slim but surprisingly muscular body.

Completely naked in front of the forty year-old doctor I had every centimetre of my body examined for anything that would show an STD. Then I started answering questions about what turned me on and what I was willing to do. He questioned me by saying "Do you like..." and I answered yes to everything.

Some of the things I answered yes I hadn't ever done but I would consider doing them like "anal, facials and swallowing cum" but other hadn't even crossed my mind like "sex in public, group sex, spanking". Knowing that I had to pass the "test" to make the deal happen, I answered yes to everything to please him.

He suspected that and told me that I better tell him the truth because we would do all the things that I said I liked. He caught me cheating the test but I didn't back down. I felt that I passed the test because he asked me to come closer to him. We gave an oath of fidelity between us and warned me to be careful with the pill so he wouldn't have to use a condom.

All this talk of sex and the sight of our naked bodies had us both so horny and ready to fuck. But he said that he wouldn't touch me or let me touch him with bare skin until all my tests came back negative. But he had another way around that.

"Since the taste of cum doesn't disgust you Georgia I will give a taste of mine so you will get used to it," he told me and gave me a pair of blue latex gloves to wear.

I was seeing my sexual confessions immediately working against me. I had told Dr. S that I had swallowed once and now he would use that to turn me in to a cum-slut.

I put the gloves on, knelt in front of his chair and took his long hard cock in my hands making him moan as I stroked his cock.

When he was about ready to cum he told me to open my mouth until his cum streamed in again and again from the tip of his cock. Seeing him squirm and barely avoiding screaming during his release made me feel powerful and that balanced the disgust I felt from having the warm salty sperm in my mouth for the first time.

Dr. S soon found his composure and asked me to masturbate for him.

"A true prostitute cannot hide herself," is a saying from my country and I felt that it suited me well.

I got up from my knees and sat on a leather couch in the waiting area. I raised my legs up from the floor and rested my heels on the couch's cushion, spreading my legs wide so he could watch me fuck myself from across the room. I had to restrain myself so I wouldn't put on too much of show for him. I touched and caressed every part of my body while I could still taste his cum in my mouth, I licked my boobs and fucked my pussy until I had an orgasm. After my masturbation he came running up to me. He pushed his hips forward bringing his cock in front of my mouth and with one hand was resting against the wall and the other was stroking in a frenzy until he came in my mouth for a second time.

It was one hour past midnight before he sent me home for a good nights sleep. I walked home and on my way I struggled to explain why I felt good with what had just happened. The circumstances had brought me closer to him than any other lover. He had checked every part of my body and even took my blood. He came twice in my mouth. He was honest about what he wanted and what he was offering. With most men you have to fight to reach that point. I didn't know what it said about me but in the end I decided I had a truly great time that night and it was the first time I felt alive since the start of my father's ordeal. I mean I really wanted to be the good daughter but I wanted to live my life and have fun, and Dr. S was the first to do this for me in more than a year.

When my blood test results came back negative he invited me to an apartment he rented just for us. He wanted me to dress sexy. I changed in the campus toilets into a black mini dress, sexy underwear and high heels and visited him at his secret apartment to which he had gave me the keys. He was waiting for me in the living room drinking scotch.

"Hi, I guess it is time for my last test," I told him while he was taking in my appearance.

"I don't think you should worry," he told me, got up and led me to the bedroom.

I left my handbag on the dresser and got on the bed. I wanted to pass that last test but I also I felt like it so I put on a show. I lay back on the bed and raised my feet high on the air giving him a view of my red lace thong. I could see from his face that he was getting excited, not to mention the bulge in his pants.

I pulled aside the front of my thong and slid a finger in my wet pussy, then brought it to my mouth and licked it. Then I got on my knees in the bed and with my back to him I bent forward and at the same time started lowering my thong.

He couldn't stand by just watching anymore and came up behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and then pushed my dress down to my belly exposing my breasts. While groping them he whispered to me, "I never expected that you could be such a tease Georgia."

"I did what the good Doctor asked me," I told him while he pulled my dress up and my thong down.

"I'll fuck you like a whore," he whispered and his bare cock entered my wet pussy and started fucking me. My tight pussy hadn't had a cock for a year and he felt like it was my first time again but better. His long thick cock fucked me so good I wanted to collapse on the bed and let him take me but he wanted me on all fours and in this position. I moaned and screamed as he pumped in and out of me. His moans and grunts were telling me that he enjoyed it just as much as I did and he almost howled when he came inside me.

After a break we made love again on the king size bed and then he left for the night to go home to his wife. I stayed there not wanting to walk the streets during the night. It was about seven o'clock in the morning when he rushed back in to the house dressed casually. He was leaving early the next morning for a week with his family at some ski resort.

"Did you forget something?" I asked him.

"My mind, I feel like I am twenty again and all I could think about since I woke up today was sex," he said and pulled me off the couch where I was sitting and watching TV.

I only had on my bra and t-shirt which he pulled up and immediately he started rubbing his face on my body, licking his way down to my pussy slit were he plunged his tongue in. I moaned with pleasure while he was doing it but then his mobile rang and he stopped. It was his wife looking for him and while he was talking to her I sat on the couch, playing with my pussy. The bulge on his trouser tempted me to take his cock out and suck him while he was talking to her but that would break our discretion agreement.

When his wife hung up he said that he was in a hurry to leave. He pulled his cock out and approached me ready to fuck me. I laid on the couch while he was fucking my pussy from behind. He said that he was in a hurry but I think he was trying to hold on to every second because moments after I came he finished inside me in with a great release.

That was how my relationship with Dr. S started and unknown to my family it went on for more than a year. I visited him at his practice or our secret apartment. Sometimes staying there for the weekend or whole weeks. He had become my full-time lover and I gave myself to him in every opportunity and every way.

Then the end came. For my father, not my relationship with Dr. S.

It was spring when he passed away and we took him back to Greece to put him to rest in the village he had left 38 years before. Apart from my family in Germany, no other relative or friends attended. All the living family was spread across the world in the USA, Germany and Australia. Dr. S was there though. He was there for me and for my father and his presence didn't surprised anyone, on the contrary we considered it an honour that he was there.

By noon the funeral was over and my siblings were resting in our two room family home while Dr. S and I went for a walk in the nearby hills. I felt sorrow for my father's death as expected. I was also happy because that ordeal was over, both my father's and mine. The seriousness of his illness and my success to get him the best treatment didn't allow me to feel any guilt, only pride.

I lead Dr. S to climb a hill telling him that from there he would see a great view of the mountains. I wanted us to get away from house so I could get him alone with me. We reached an abandoned stone house and I went in, telling him to follow me a few seconds later.

When he was in I drew him close to me and hung from his neck, forcing him to bend down and kiss me.

"Don't think badly of me Dr. S, I need to feel alive and enjoy every second," I told him while unbuttoning his trousers to take his cock out.

He was holding back because of the situation. In any other occasion he would be hard when I pulled him out from his pants. It didn't matter if he wasn't, once I had him in my mouth he was hard in seconds and a few minutes later he released all of his sperm into my mouth.

All the time that we were in Greece and I could find some time alone with Dr. S I would give him a blow-job and swallow. He didn't seem to enjoy it apart from the purely physical sensation. He understood that I was just using him to cover the emptiness the death of my father had brought to me. He had worked out a lot of his family distresses and grievances with me in the same manner after-all.

Back in Germany my relationship with Dr. S continued for many years and evolved. We are still together and I now have two beautiful kids with him, although I am not married to him.

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*I want to thank hacker831 for the editing he did for me.