My Daughter’s Dildo 2

My Daughter’s Dildo, Ch. 2 of 8
by DirtyMindedMinx

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!”

I took the ones out of my remote and handed them to her. She fumbled with her new toy and after a few missed tries got the batteries installed. I noticed that her hands were shaking more than mine. Nicole fiddled with the controller. Her purple dick came to life and began buzzing.

She squealed with delight. “Oh my God, that feels so weird.” My daughter touched her sex toy to her cheek again, then ran it up along the top of her bare thigh. She reached out and touched my leg with it. I jerked away and she laughed at me. “Don’t be afraid, Daddy, it’s not a real penis!”

“I know, but still…”

She turned it up to the medium setting and her smile widened; at high speed her jaw dropped. She looked at me with incredulous glee. It looked like she wanted to say something, but held back knowing it would be too much to share with her father. She stepped the device back down until it was silent.

“I’m going to go try it!” She jumped up and gave me a big hug. “Thanks, Daddy, I love you so much!”

And with that she was running off to her bedroom. I heard her door close and a strange sensation ran through me. Despite all efforts to the contrary, I couldn’t help picturing my girl pulling her shorts down, jumping into bed, spreading her legs, and sliding her new toy into her sweet, young pussy. I tried to divert my attention and attempted to change the channel on the TV a few times before I realized there were no longer batteries in the remote. I got up to go find some replacements.

Instead of heading for the kitchen where I kept the spare batteries, I found myself softly making my way toward my daughter’s bedroom. I paused at the end of the hallway and listened. All was quiet. I crept closer. Once I was at her door I could hear it. That low, steady buzz. She was really doing it. My darling girl was on the other side of that door masturbating with her dildo.

My cock was rock solid in my pants. I was disgusted with myself. It was bad enough that I was violating her privacy, but then to also get a full-blown erection from it was simply reprehensible. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out.

Leaning in closer I strained to hear more as I began stroking myself. I was lower than low, but I couldn’t stop myself. All I could think about was that big purple cock going in and out of my girl’s pussy. I wanted to see the look of pure delight on her face as she fucked herself. I wanted to see her nubile body writhing on her bed as she pleasured herself. I wanted to see the slick juices flowing from her little hole as she made herself cum.

The sound of a surprised “Oh!” came from the other side of the door. A tingle ran from my balls to my asshole. I told myself I had to walk away, but instead I stood there jacking my stiff cock with my pants down around my knees like a filthy pervert. I heard her again. It was a series of little moans that were building quickly toward something. My baby girl was making herself cum. It was really happening. And she was making it happen with the dildo her daddy bought her.

A jet of cum erupted from my cock and hit Nicole’s bedroom door. I quickly cupped my hand over my cockhead and caught the rest in my palm as my balls clenched and more jizz spewed out. I was cumming with my daughter. It was simply fantastic.

It was only a matter of seconds before I regained my senses. The flood of guilt and shame that had been suppressed while beating off quickly rose. Oh my God, what was wrong with me? I was standing outside my daughter’s bedroom with my pants down and a handful of my own semen. The buzzing sound stopped. She might come out any second.

I scuttled away down the hall as quietly as I could, holding my pants up with one hand and my cum in the other as my erection bounced freely. If she knew what I’d done she’d never speak to me again. She trusted me and I’d betrayed her. There would be enough guys in the world trying to take advantage of her, the last thing she needed was for her dad to be one of them.

Once in the kitchen I cleaned myself up, got my pants back on, and resolved not to let that happen again. I fished a new pair of double-A’s out of the junk drawer and returned to my chair. It was almost half an hour before Nicole came flouncing in and collapsed onto the sofa. Her cheeks were rosy and she had a dreamy smile.

“Well, it works,” she reported with a shy giggle. “I definitely won’t be needing a boyfriend for a while.”

I still couldn’t believe she was talking to me this way, but I can’t honestly say I didn’t like it.

“I’m glad you’re happy, sweetheart.” I forced myself to stare at the TV and not ogle my daughter’s body.

After a few minutes she began fidgeting, then got up and headed for her bedroom again.

“Don’t overdo it on the first day, honey,” I warned her.

“Dad! I’m going to do my homework,” she insisted unconvincingly.

“Yeah, sure you are,” I teased. “Have fun.”

She gave me a sly smile that told me I was right before she hurried off to her room for another round with her new favorite toy.

I managed to control myself fairly well over the next week. It was torment during those times I suspected she was going at it, but I kept my distance and gave her the respect she deserved. I wasn’t able to keep my thoughts entirely in check, however. At night when I was trying to fall asleep I would imagine her humping away at her dildo in the next room. My cock would be hard in an instant and I had to jerk off to the sick images filling my head. I kept telling myself it was a passing phase and that things would go back to normal soon. And they might have if it wasn’t for my maddeningly uninhibited daughter.

I shuffled into the bathroom one morning and stopped dead in my tracks. Nicole’s dildo was lying there on the vanity next to the sink. Had she washed it and left it behind? Or had she been using it in here? It somehow looked bigger than I remembered. My heart thumped. That thing had been inside my daughter’s pussy. Many times. I couldn’t help but wonder what it smelled like. Maybe if she hadn’t washed it I could just take a little sniff. She would never–

“Hey, Daddy, have you seen my dildo? Oops, there it is.” She brushed past me in her panties and bra and grabbed her toy. “Don’t want to lose you,” she said to it and gave it a kiss.

“I hope you’re not bringing that thing to school with you,” I joked.

“Not today,” she quipped back. Her eyes flicked downward for a quick second. She gave me one of her sly smiles and closed the bathroom door as she left.

I looked down to see that there was a tent forming in my pajama bottoms. That little vixen was going to be the death of me. I whacked off in the shower like a horny teenager. By the time I was finished, Nicole had left for school. I went to her bedroom and pushed her door open.

The smell of the body spray she had put on before leaving was still strong in the air. Lying there on her bed was the dildo. She didn’t even make any effort to hide it. I was once again amazed at how open kids were about this sort of thing these days. I felt like a complete scumbag, but I couldn’t help picking it up and giving it a quick sniff. It smelled of hand soap and latex. She must have washed it. It was embarrassing how disappointed I was.

I laid the toy back down where I had found it, but couldn’t bring myself to leave. I dropped my towel and grabbed my prick. I was standing over the bed where my little girl played with herself. This was the spot where she would make herself cum. My dick was stiff in a matter of seconds.

“You’re a horny little thing, aren’t you, Nicole?” I said this out loud and felt like a fool. “You like fucking the toy Daddy bought you.” I beat my cock harder. “You love masturbating that hot little pussy of yours, don’t you?” I grabbed my balls and kept jacking my shaft for all I was worth. “You horny fucking slut! You beautiful horny little fucking slut!”

I barely had the presence of mind to catch my cum before I spurted it all over her bed clothes. I dropped to my knees and groaned as I milked my cock once again into my hand like a degenerate pervert. A couple weeks earlier I would have never entertained such deviant thoughts, but now it was just about all I could think of. I had to get myself together for the sake of my daughter. I know I wasn’t the best father there was, but I was better than this.

It was only a matter of days before I was tested again. It was Friday night and I was in my chair watching TV after a busy week at work. My brain was fried, and after a couple of beers I was having trouble keeping my eyes open.

Nicole came home from her night out, making a flurry of noise as she bounced from one room to the next singing an off-tune version of whatever the latest hit pop song was on the radio.

“How was the movie?” I called to her.

“Sucked! But there was a fight in the theater, so that was cool.” She poked her head into the living room. “Whatcha watchin’?”

“ESPN highlights.”

“Let’s watch a movie or something. Wanna?”

I never pass up a chance to spend time with my daughter, especially when it’s her idea. “Sure.”

“Cool!” She headed off to her bedroom, then I heard her getting drinks and snacks in the kitchen. She came back in her PJs and bare feet, her hair up in a cute ponytail. She set a glass of Coke down on the end table next to me and dropped a bag of cheese doodles in my lap (which she knows are my favorite). She flopped onto the sofa with her drink and a bag of potato chips. She had stolen the remote at some point during all this, navigated to the onDemand menu, and selected a movie that was more expensive than it had any right to be.

I was able to stay conscious for the first twenty minutes, then I apparently drifted off.

There was a buzzing sound. I was dreaming about Nicole using her toy again. I had to stop doing that. The sound persisted no matter how hard I tried to put it out of my mind. Wait. It wasn’t in my mind. I wasn’t asleep. The sound was in the room with me. Impossible.

I opened my eyes. The movie was still playing. Nicole was on the sofa in her pajamas staring absently at the screen. She had her dildo in her hand and was lightly playing it over her crotch. Her feet were up on the sofa, her knees apart, and she was massaging her pussy through her pajama bottoms with her vibrator. This had to be a dream.

Her eyes flicked to me and she noticed I was awake.

“Oops!” She quickly closed her legs and turned off the toy. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was but…” I was half in reality and half out. “I should probably go to bed so you can be alone…”

“No, you don’t have to go,” she said quickly. “I’ll save that for later.” She put the dildo on the coffee table. “I was just…you know.” She shrugged, begging me with her eyes to stay up with her.

I certainly wasn’t sleepy any longer. Even though I couldn’t quite wrap my brain around what I had just seen, my cock understood it all perfectly. I was certain the bulge in my pants wouldn’t be noticeable in the dark, and I almost didn’t care if it was.

With a swig of Coke, and a mouthful of doodles, I tried to catch up with the inane plot of the movie. I couldn’t stop sneaking glances at my daughter. It was hard to tell with the pattern on her PJs, but I thought I could see her nipples poking up. I noticed that she was sneaking glances at me when I wasn’t looking. What the hell was going on here?

“Daddy, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, sweetheart.”

“It’s something personal.”

“I’m listening.”

“When was the last time you were with a woman?”

Not a question I was expecting. “Ah…let’s see. I went on some dates a while back, but nothing serious.”

“I know about that,” she said. “What I mean is how long has it been since you were WITH a woman?”

“You mean sex?”

“Duh! Yes, of course, sex.” She ran her hand along the length of her ponytail and it was just about the sexiest thing she could have done at that moment. “C’mon, you can tell me.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, young lady, but it’s been a few years. A lot of years, actually.”

“So…what do you do?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think about it.”

“But don’t you get, you know…horny?”

If I was smart I would have ended this conversation before I got myself into trouble.

“I suppose I do, just like anyone else.” I couldn’t help glancing at the sex toy lying between us.

“So what do you do about it?”

I had a feeling I knew what she was trying to get me to say, but wasn’t certain. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, do you…” Nicole held the fingers of one hand in a circle and moved them up and down suggestively.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She was a bold little thing, I had to give her that.

“I don’t know if this is something we should be discussing.”

“Don’t be such a poop. Everybody does it.”

“If you already know that, then why are you asking me if I do?”

“Don’t know.” She’d lost all interest in the movie. “Something I’ve been kind of thinking about lately, that’s all.”

I worried that maybe she could see the bulge my hard cock was making. Part of me wanted her to see it.

“If you have to hear it, then…yes, I do get horny and I do masturbate.”

Her eyes lit up when I said the last word. “A lot?”

“Not as much as you.”

My daughter smiled and gave her ponytail another stroke. What she didn’t do was deny it.

“I love the toy you got me,” she said, picking it up and hugging it to her chest. “So, would you say you jerk off like every day?”

I had to laugh. She wasn’t going to let up. And I had to confess I enjoyed hearing her talking like that. My erection strained against my pants.

“Not every day.” I wasn’t sure how honest I wanted to be with her about this. “But close.”

“I do it pretty much every day. Even back when I was dating Steven, I did it all the time. Do you think I’m weird?”

“Well, you are weird, but not because of that.” I was trying to keep things light so she wouldn’t know that she was driving me wild with lust.

“I worry that I’m addicted to it sometimes.” She contemplated the dildo she was holding. “I bet you jerked off a lot when you were my age.”

“I suppose I did. Although it wasn’t something I could talk about with my parents.” I was only making a half-hearted attempt to steer the conversation back into safe waters.

“I’m glad we can talk about this kind of stuff,” she said and lay back on the sofa. “It’s good that we don’t have to make a big secret out of it. Don’t you think?”

“I guess. Communication is always important.” I was too distracted by what my daughter was doing to think straight.

She was holding the dildo with one hand so that the base of it rested low on her belly. With her other hand she was running her fingers over its contours with a loving touch. I watched as my mouth went dry and my breathing quickened. She lightly wrapped her hand around it and began stroking it up and down.

“It must be cool to be a guy and have a penis,” she mused. “To have this big powerful thing that you can just grab onto whenever you want. Is that what if feels like, Daddy?”

Why was she doing this to me? I never envisioned my sweet, innocent daughter as a seductive temptress, but that’s what she surely was. Did she even know what she was doing? Did she have any idea what effect she was having on me? God have mercy on my wretched soul.

“I never really thought about it like that, but…yeah, I guess it’s pretty cool.” I swallowed hard, but my mouth was still dry. “But being a woman has its advantages, too.”

She waggled the dildo like she had a cock of her own and thought about what I’d said. “I do like being a girl,” she conceded and ran a hand up her leg and down the inside of her thigh. She was getting dangerously close to crossing the line. “Do you ever wish I was a boy instead?”

“Never,” I told her quite honestly. “I can’t imagine my life without you, sweetheart. I couldn’t have wished for a better daughter.”

She didn’t respond, but I knew she liked hearing me say that. And I meant every word of it. Nicole was the reason I got out of bed in morning. She was the reason I had the courage to go on when my marriage had fallen apart only two years after it had started. She was my whole world. I lived to give her everything she wanted.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m being weird tonight.” She tapped the tip of her toy cock against her chin as she tried to think of what to say next. “I just feel like I can talk to you about anything and you’d understand. My friends would all think I was a freak if I told them half the stuff I was feeling sometimes.”

She looked over at me for confirmation that I was on her side. All I could do was smile at the sight of her big eyes gleaming across the darkened room at me. Nothing in the world was as precious to me as that girl, and nothing ever would be.

“You’ll never be a freak to me, no matter what you’re thinking or feeling. I love you just for being you.”

“I love you, too, Daddy.” She kissed the tip of the cock, seemingly without being aware of the juxtaposition of her words with her actions.

She abruptly got up from the sofa and came over to my chair. I shifted in an effort to conceal my hard-on. She hugged me around the neck and kissed me on the cheek.

“This movie kind of stinks.” She tapped her dildo against her tummy provocatively. “I’m going to go to my room and masturbate, then get to sleep. How about you?”

“The same, I guess.”

That got a big grin out of her.

“Cool.” She took one more lingering glance at my crotch before turning to go. “Have fun with that, Daddy.”

I heard the sound of her vibrator buzzing as soon as she left the room. She was definitely teasing me deliberately. I heard her bedroom door close and didn’t even bother waiting. I pulled my cock out of my pants and began jerking off like a man possessed. It was only a matter of about a minute before I was spraying fat gobs of jizz all over my shirt.

Being open with your children about sex was one thing, but this was getting ridiculous. I didn’t know what kind of game Nicole was playing, but I couldn’t let her get the better of me like this. I was the responsible adult. I needed to keep my responses under control. Just because she was curious, and exploring the boundaries of our relationship, was no excuse for me to give into my basest cravings. She was my daughter, and that’s all it could ever be.

I decided to go to bed before I was tempted to do anything stupid. As I approached my bedroom door I noticed something lying on the floor in the hallway. It was a pair of my daughter’s panties. I picked them up. They were still warm. And moist.

She must have dropped them by accident. But why had she taken them off in the hallway instead of in her bedroom? Deep down I knew the answer, but I didn’t want to acknowledge it. It was just an accident. I pressed the pink cotton fabric to my nose and breathed her in.

A simple, meaningless, accident…

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I know a lot of you are probably upset with me for dragging this out and teasing you the way I am, but I find that the build-up is half of the fun.  I love how Nicole is slowly turning up the dial, and how her father is torn between his lust and his sense of traditional right and wrong.  My fantasies about my own father often featured me saying dirty things to him and getting turned on by shocking him with my blossoming sexuality, so I’m really getting off on writing these little conversations between Nicole and her dad.  I’m so happy that I’ve found a new way to explore the taboo feelings that I’ve nurtured in secret for all these years.

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24 thoughts on “My Daughter’s Dildo 2

  1. I think the way you tell your stories is fantastic. I agree with you that the build-up makes it so much better. I can’t wait to see what naughty Nicole is going to do next. Keep up the good work and bring on chapter 3!! :)

  2. I love the way that you write. It’s fantasy the way a fantasy should be. It allows us to step outside of ourselves and do the things we’d never normally do. I never, ever, had feelings for my Mom, but I like to fantasize about having the same type of conversations that Nicole has with her Dad. It’s something I’d never want to happen, but it’s like being a fly on the wall in the neighbor’s house, if that makes sense?

  3. The tease of a slow buildup is half the fun in these sorts of stories. The results can be quite explosive, in far more ways than one.

    In incest stories, would even regular sex be considered vanilla? There is no escaping the taboo spice of incest, regardless of the sex act.

  4. This is my 2nd comment don’t know where the first one went. Great story.cant wait for the next chapter.

  5. This is getting sooo hot. If only I could have had this kind of relationship with my stepdad. Can’t wait for Ch 3

  6. Ch2 was very hot so glad to be able to read your story’s still as lush didn’t do that catagory anymore.

  7. Another great story! You are such a great writer. I love how you make us feel like we are right there trying to deal with all the sexual feeling that are going on. Can’t wait for the next part.

  8. I love her unending questions and teasing. At once seeming to be the innocent daughter that just wants to be open with daddy, but knowing full well how sexually charged her conversation is and how it is torturing him. And yes, torturing your readers :) And thank you for that! Can’t wait for the next chapter. Like daddy, I think I need to relieve some pressure after that.

  9. @Jack: I’m glad to hear that you’re enjoying that aspect of the story. It really turns me on to play out all the subtle teasing and build up between father and daughter. I know a lot of stories of this type jump right into the action, but for me the journey is more exciting that the destination. I can remember fantasizing about all kinds of ways to tease my father and entice him into abandoning his morals. A big part of the thrill is using your sexuality to provoke someone into doing something that they know is wrong.

  10. I am so glad you found snother outlet for your writing. You skills as an author is great. Your stories are very convincing and extremely hot. No man can remain flaccid when reading your work. Good job girl. Very good story.

  11. Loving it. This brings back another memory of how my sister out of nowhere as we are watching tv says I am horny. I didn’t know what say or do so I did nothing. Then all the times she would climb into bed with me before I woke up in the spoon position and my morning wood pressing against her butt.

  12. i know some people think that a story with a slow buildup is boring, but i love it! kind of like slow sensual sex…lol… the results are always worth it.

  13. Wow ..
    That’s all I can say if there was another chapter that would be great I was wet and horny all the way through the story of this was a film wow that would be amazing

  14. Good dialogue makes any story or movie better. It gives it substance and meaning. I’m loving this story so far. I know as a father if I had an attractive daughter it would be a struggle.

  15. Things are heating up! And I’m loving it! I can only guess where this is going, so I’ll have to ride along. You are so right, getting there is half the fun!

  16. not teasing at all!!! this is a very good pace. a daddy would be confused.. it’s a wall to slowly break down, even if the daughter is specifically trying to..

  17. You should if fucked the shit out of her an tied her up an kept her as your sex slave that’s what I would of done..

  18. I don’t know how I would react in a situation like that because it’s not me and I’ve never been a place like that but today I feel I wouldn’t be very responsible. I have turned into a dirty old man and proud of it. I probably would have had a lot more fun if I hadn’t been so responsible back then.

  19. the best story i have ever heard had me jacking off the whole time thinking of my step daughet

  20. Rachael, my dong is so hard and swollen right now! I promise not to jerk it until Nicole and her dad cross the line.

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