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Daddy ..... Can you get me a dildo Asked my baby girl Nichole

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My daughter's dildo


Episode 1

Being a single father has many challenges, especially when you have a daughter. Nicole’s mom has been out of the picture since right after her first birthday, so it’s been just the two of us for the past sixteen years. It wasn’t easy early on, but I managed to provide a stable home and raise a pretty good kid . I admit she was somewhat of a tomboy, but she was healthy and happy, did well in school, and the two of us got along great. Unfortunately, this didn’t mean I was at all prepared for puberty.

It was something I’d avoided thinking about, but before I knew it there she was. My little girl was becoming a woman before I was ready. It fell to me to have “The Talk” with her. It took me a week to work up the nerve and to figure out what I was going to say. I was as uncomfortable as I could be when I first sat her down, but Nicole’s natural curiosity and her open personality made what could have been a painfully awkward conversation into a special moment that actually brought us closer together.

Then, of course, came the other stuff. I tried to make it seem as normal as I could, but a father taking his daughter bra shopping for the first time makes for an unusual day at the mall. This pales in comparison, however, to having to explain about tampons and all the things that go along with that whole monthly song and dance. And teaching a son to shave his face is one thing, but, trust me, teaching your daughter to shave her legs is something else entirely.

You might think I’d made it over the toughest hurdles of parenting a young girl through the journey into womanhood, and so did I, until my beautiful 18-year-old daughter came to me one day with an unexpected request.

“Daddy, I need you to help me with something.” She always reverted to calling me “Daddy” when she wanted something from me, mainly because it always worked.

“I just gave you your allowance two days ago.”

“It’s not that. You know how I broke up with Steven last month, right?” She sat down on the arm of my easy chair. I hit the pause button on the remote so I wouldn’t miss anything that the Avengers were up to. “Well,” she continued, “I decided that with school, and getting ready for college, and soccer that I don’t really have time for a boyfriend right now.”

“I love that plan,” I said and meant it.

She gave me a pinch on the arm. “Listen, I’m serious about this. I don’t want a boyfriend, but that means I still have a problem.”

“And that problem is…?”

My daughter shifted uncomfortably next to me. “Okay, first of all, you know I’m not a virgin anymore, right?”

Whoa! The conversation had taken an unexpected turn. I suddenly had no idea where she was going with this.

“I wasn’t entirely sure, but, okay, now I know.”

“God, Daddy, don’t look so horrified. It’s not like I’m a total slut, or anything. It was only Steven.” She bit her lip and looked away as a slight flush colored her cheeks. “A lot.”

Just what every father wants to hear. Then it dawned on me what she was leading up to.

“Oh, God, you’re pregnant.”

“No!” She smacked me on the shoulder. “Give me a little more credit than that. I’m on the pill and we always used condoms.”

“How long have you been on the pill?”

“I don’t know, like a year. Anyway, that’s not the point.”

I was relieved and somewhat hurt at the same time. “What is the point?”

“I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but I really liked having sex.” She was right, I didn’t want to hear it. “And I really, really miss it.”

I covered my ears and closed my eyes. Maybe this was just a bad dream and I would wake up any second. Nicole pulled my hands away.

“Daddy, stop it. I’m trying to tell you that I’m really horny and I need your help

“I can’t hear you!” I tried to clap my hands back over my ears, but she held my wrists firm.

“Shut up and stop being such a baby,” she scolded me with a laugh. “So since I don’t want a boyfriend, and I don’t want to get desperate and start hooking up with random guys, I need you to buy me something.”

“A one-way ticket to a convent?”

“Trust me, if I didn’t have to ask you I wouldn’t, but I need you to buy me a dildo.”

“Huh?” I’d heard her, but it wasn’t registering.

“A dildo, Daddy. You know? Like a fake dick.”

“I know what a dildo is. But…but why…”

She gave me one of her patented “how could you be so stupid” looks. “Why do you think?” Nicole was still holding onto my wrists and I was suddenly aware of how close she was. “This is more embarrassing for me than it is for you, Daddy, but I don’t know what else to do. I can’t really explain it, but now that I’ve had sex with a boy it feels like something is missing when I do it by myself.”

Was my sweet little daughter honestly saying what I thought she was saying?

“I don’t…um…what…ah…” I was completely failing on every level. I had to get it together.

“I thought that maybe if I had a dildo it would feel more like I was having sex with a boy, and I would be able to concentrate on school stuff better instead of being so horny all the time.”

“That all sounds very reasonable, my darling little princess, but you have to admit this isn’t the sort of thing a father ever wants to hear from his daughter.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a hug. I could feel the softness of one of her breasts pressed against my shoulder. I tried to ignore it, but failed. “It’s not like I have a mom around to ask for help with this kind of stuff. Even if you at least had a girlfriend, I could talk to her.”

“Let’s not go there right now.” She must be serious if she was playing the mom card.

“Come on, Daddy, you were the one who taught me about the birds and the bees and all that stuff. You knew I wasn’t going to be a virgin forever. I’m not a little girl anymore.” She toyed with my hair as she spoke, fixing it the way she liked. This was exactly the kind of intimate contact I was afraid of at that moment. “You’re the one who taught me that sex is a beautiful thing, and that masturbating was a natural part of growing up. You also always told me that I could come to you if I had any questions or problems about sex, so here I am.”

I’d always related sex to my daughter in a very abstract way, but this was real. As a father I knew I had to do everything I could to help her, but as a man I couldn’t control my physical response to the thought of my nubile daughter being so desperately horny that she had to ask me for a dildo to masturbate with. I did my best to not think about my growing erection and prayed it would go away before she noticed.

“You’re right,” I conceded. “It’s hard for me to accept that my sweet little girl has somehow grown into a sexy little woman. Go get my wallet.”

“Oh, Daddy! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She kissed me on the cheek with each thank you and ran off with a happy squeal.

I took the opportunity to try to tuck my hard-on away so that it wouldn’t be obvious. What kind of a dad was I? It was bad enough that I was paying for my daughter to buy sex toys, but to get an erection over the whole thing was just plain wrong.

“I’ve been doing some research.” Nicole was back quicker than I expected, leaving me only half tucked.

She placed her laptop on my lap. I was relieved at first because it hid the highly inappropriate bulge in my pants, but then I saw what was on the screen: an array of candy-colored dildos and vibrators!

“This site has the best selection, good prices, and free shipping.” She settled back down onto the arm of my chair and leaned in close against me so we could both see the computer screen. Damn, she smelled good.

“How about I give you my credit card and you can get whatever you want.”

“No, you have to help me pick out the right one. I never had a dildo before, I don’t know what to get.”

“I never had a dildo before either. How am I supposed to know what you need?”

“Because you know everything, Daddy.” She reached over and used the touchpad to scroll down the webpage. Her hand was unknowingly hovering just inches above my semi-erect cock. “Okay, so the first thing I have to figure out is if I want just a plain dildo or one that vibrates. What do you think?”

“I guess it depends on if you want to, um…or if you’d rather, ah…” I squirmed uncomfortably.

“C’mon, Daddy, don’t be such a prude. Just say what you’re trying to say. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about.” I took a deep breath and decided to do as she asked and speak directly despite every instinct telling me not to. “Here goes. I suppose the plain dildos would be good for orgasms from penetration, while the vibrators can also stimulate the clitoris.”

Nicole giggled and kissed my cheek. “You don’t have to be all technical. You can just say clit.” She leaned forward to get a closer look at the screen, placing a hand on my thigh to support herself. “I heard vibrators can make you less sensitive.”

“Are you planning on using it five times a day?”

At least five, but probably more.” She said this with a straight face. When my jaw dropped she broke into a laugh and punched me in the arm. “Just because I’m horny doesn’t make me a complete sex freak, Daddy. I plan on using it the normal amount. Maybe three or four times a week. Probably more at first, but then just every other day, or so.”

Visions of my darling daughter sprawled out on her bed with her legs spread having sex with her new toy sprang uninvited into my head. I wanted to be the cool dad and support my girl, but this was going to ruin me as a father.

“As long as you use it in moderation I don’t think you’ll need to worry about your sensitivity.”

“Good, then I’ll get one that vibrates so I can use it on my clit.” She seemed to be deliberately using provocative language. She was probably having fun torturing me like this. “Now we have to figure out what shape would be good. They have all kinds of weird ones like this.” She clicked on one that had a bulbous end and a corkscrew shaft, then another that was a series of increasingly large spherical bulges. “And then they have all these that are in the shape of a penis.” She clicked back and selected one of the lifelike replicas.

I couldn’t get over the fact that I was sitting in my living room looking at a collection of huge dongs with my daughter. It was insane, but I didn’t want to admit that there was a part of me that was beginning to enjoy it. Especially one very specific part of me.

“I suppose they both have their advantages,” I offered lamely. “Some of them look like they’ve been engineered to get the job done, but evolution is a pretty good engineer herself.”

“Okay, Mr. Science Channel, what I think you’re saying is a penis one would be better.”

“I don’t know for sure, but you can’t go too far wrong with a proven design.”

She thought about it as she clicked around on a few more of the space-age vibrators. “That’s a good point. I know what it feels like to have a cock…oops, sorry, I mean a penis inside me, but I don’t know what it would feel like to stick one of these other things in my vajay-jay. Too bad we can’t test drive them before deciding.”

The way she kept saying “we” was driving me crazy. And by that I mean crazy in a good way that was very bad. She was, either consciously or unconsciously, making me a sort of partner in her private sex life. That was someplace that no father was supposed to be. Maybe it was a mistake not to get remarried so Nicole could have had a mother figure to guide her through these sorts of situations.

“When it comes to dildos, I think they have to stick to a ‘you try it, you buy it’ policy.” We both chuckled nervously at my not quite funny joke. “How about that one?” I asked, pointing to a random penis-shaped vibrator.

“Hmm, too skinny. I want something with some girth to it, but not too crazy big, you know?” Something like this would be good, but I don’t know about the balls. What do you think?”

“About balls? I’m a fan.”

“Now you’re just making fun of me. This is a big decision, Daddy. I want to make sure I get the right one.”

“Alright, then, let’s see.” I clicked on one of the models with testicles included. “As far as a dildo goes, from what I can tell, the balls don’t really add much to the experience. Maybe they give you something to hold on to while you’re…you know. But I’d guess they’re more for aesthetic purposes than anything.”

“Hmmm.” My daughter mulled over the pros and cons. “I’m a fan of balls, too – real ones – but I don’t think we need them on my dildo.” She shifted on the arm of my chair and I noticed how warm she was next to me. “What’s the suction cup on the bottom for?”

“I don’t know. Maybe so you can stick it on the wall of the shower and go at it hands-free.”

“Interesting.” She seemed to be contemplating all the possibilities. “But, for now, all I need is one with the right business end.”

She went back to the main page displaying dozens of phallic sex toys. I could hear my daughter breathing close to my ear. She shifted again, and I noticed that she seemed to be squeezing her legs together rather tightly. I was so worried about controlling my own arousal I hadn’t stopped to consider that she might be getting turned on by all of this as well. I assumed this was nothing more than a virtual shopping trip for her, but I became distinctly aware that she might be as sexually charged up as me. I tried to push such thoughts out of my head.

“What do you think of that one?” I pointed and felt my arm brush against one of Nicole’s small breasts. Instead of pulling away, she leaned closer.

“I like it, but I’m not sure about the color. The flesh-colored ones look like they were cut off some poor guy. That freaks me out a little. Maybe something like this purple one.”

“Um, yeah, that looks like a good one.”

“These glass ones look pretty cool, too.” Nicole clicked to the next page and browsed through all the varied lengths, shapes, and sizes. “I bet those would feel nice even though they don’t vibrate.”

“Maybe, if you’re a good girl, Santa will bring you one this year.”

She laughed and gave me a playful shove with her body. The idea of buying my daughter a sex toy for Christmas sent an unseemly tingle through my balls. I had always prided myself on being a good and responsible father, but in the span of a few minutes all that was being placed in dire jeopardy.

Nicole went back to the previous page and clicked on the purple one. “I like the size of the head on this one, and the way it curves up a little at the end.”

“Is it, um…thick enough for you? Not too skinny?”

“No, it seems about right.” She licked her lips without being aware of it. “Let’s see…three speeds, water-resistant, two double-A batteries, and pleasure ribs. Mmm, hadn’t noticed those. What do you think, Daddy, do you like this one?”

“Sure.” I cleared my throat, becoming acutely aware that I was fully hard and feeling the need to do something about it. “That one looks like it’ll do the trick.”

She hung on my shoulder as I navigated through the ordering process, entered in my credit card number, and hit the submit button.

“Awesome! I can’t wait,” she chirped and threw her arms around my neck again. “Thanks for getting me my very own cock, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Enjoy it.”

“Oh, I will.” She kissed me several times on the cheek, grabbed her laptop, and dashed off to her bedroom. Luckily she was in such a rush that she didn’t notice the elongated bulge in my pants.

As soon as I heard Nicole’s bedroom door close, I hurried to my own room and pulled out my dick. I didn’t waste any time and immediately began beating off. It was wrong, and disgusting, but I couldn’t help myself. I was almost certain that my daughter was in her room at that very moment doing the very same thing. I tried not to picture her with her panties down around her ankles and her fingers buried in her sweet pussy, but there was no way to avoid it.

I could still feel the way she pressed her body against me. The warmth of her quick breaths on my neck. The soft touch of her breast against my arm. The sound of words like dildo and cock on her darling lips. My horny little girl.

My balls clenched and a fountain of cum erupted from my cock. I spurted all over the carpet and didn’t even care. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d cum so fast. I kept jerking myself, milking even more jizz from my aching balls. Fuck, that felt good. Too good. I was a revolting pig.

Nicole came to me for help because she trusted me. She relied on me solve a very personal problem, and here I was jacking off over it all like some kind of perverted schoolboy. She would be horrified to know that her own father was masturbating himself to thoughts of her playing with her pussy. I was beyond reproach.

I got a hand towel from the bathroom and wiped the tip of my dick clean. I couldn’t help but notice that I was still hard – an unusual post-orgasm condition at my age. I dabbed up what I could from the carpet, feeling increasingly humiliated by the biological evidence of my own depravity.

It was a moment of weakness. A one-time thing that wouldn’t happen again. I just needed to pull myself together, get my head screwed back on straight, and everything would simply go back to normal now that I had gotten that out of my system. That’s all there was to it.

Or so I thought...

It was a daily struggle to keep my thoughts in check around my daughter. Nicole would be innocently walking through the house in her usual shorts and t-shirt, and it felt to me like she was parading around in the sexiest lingerie I’d ever seen. The sight of her long, shapely bare legs set me off every time. I couldn’t stop noticing how the cotton fabric of her shirt would drape over her small, firm breasts. I could always tell when she wasn’t wearing a bra – not because of the bounce, but because her tits took on a different shape when they were unconfined. Even the way her pony-tail swayed when she moved had me thinking wildly inappropriate thoughts.

I suppressed these perverse mental transgressions as soon as I recognized what I was doing, and I fought to keep Nicole out of my mind whenever I jerked off (which seemed to be more frequently ever since our sex toy shopping spree). Part of the problem was that there was more to it than her physical sensuality.

I had a new awareness about my daughter that I’d never had before. Sure, I knew she liked boys and was dating. When she officially got a steady boyfriend I understood what went along with that. But, until she asked me for a dildo, it was all a vaguely abstract notion. Now it was real – very, very real. My daughter was masturbating. She had been penetrated. She obviously loved cock. She desperately wanted something hard in her pussy so she could have better orgasms. My girl had become a fully mature sexual creature. This added dimension made her more of a woman than I was prepared to deal with. And, as a woman, she became the target of the natural desires that go along with being a man. The fact that we were so close, and that I loved her so damned much, only seemed to intensify these illicit desires of mine.

She apparently had no idea the effect she was having on me. It wasn’t unusual for Nicole to traipse around the house in short-shorts or even panties. I hadn’t thought much about it before, but now it was a splendid form of torture.

I still couldn’t believe she’d actually come to me for help buying a dildo. Granted, she had a point that I was the only one for her to turn to for something like that, but it didn’t make it any less shocking. When I was her age I never would have uttered the word masturbation in front of my parents, much less openly admitted that I did it. kids today had a whole different attitude about it, as if it were as normal as brushing your teeth. I suppose it should be seen as a good thing. Or maybe it was just going to lead to trouble.

“It came! It’s here, it’s here!” Nicole came running into the living room with a plain cardboard box in her hands.

My heart immediately began beating faster. She plopped down on the floor at the foot of my chair and began tearing at the box. She wasn’t going to actually open it right in front of me, was she? Yes. Yes, she was. I hit the mute button and tried to calm myself.

“I haven’t seen you this excited except on Christmas morning.”

She stuck her tongue out at me and threw aside a wad of bubble wrap. Wide-eyed, she reverently lifted her new treasure out of the box. There it was…my daughter’s dildo.

It gleamed a neon purple beneath the clear plastic of the clamshell packaging. She turned it over in her hands like she couldn’t believe it was real. She looked up at me with a beaming smile, before trying to open it. The packaging wouldn’t yield to her eager fingers. She held it out to me.

“Daddy, I can’t get it open,” she whined plaintively.

I took the thing from her with a shaking hand while I pulled out my pocket knife. She was up on her knees and clapping her hands as I carefully cut away the stubborn plastic. I held the package open and Nicole snatched the sex toy from it. It wasn’t a picture on the computer anymore; it was definitely the real thing.

“Oh, wow,” she marveled. “It has a little bit of squishiness to it. Feel!” She held the cock-shaped toy out to me.

I gave it a tentative squeeze between my thumb and forefinger. “Nice…I guess.”

“Yeah, I thought it was going to be like hard plastic, but this is better.”

She ran her fingers over the head of the thing and gave it an experimental pinch. I just about had a heart attack when she then rubbed it against her cheek to feel what it was like on her skin. I was afraid she was going to start sucking on it right there in front of me, but thankfully she went back to inspecting it instead. She twisted the cap off the bottom.

“This is where the batteries go. Daddy, get me some batteries!”

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