Buying my teen daughter a sex toy

There is nothing a father wouldn't do for his horny teen daughter.

I shuddered when Cora brought her body even closer to mine. I could now smell her perfume and feel her body heat radiating from her thigh, which was pressed against my own.

Neglected and touch-starved, my cock twitched in anticipation when she then placed her hand on my leg and leaned into me, pointing at something on the screen.

“What about that one, daddy?” She asked, showing me a so-called realistic dildo.

I did a double take at her choice of a toy cock.

For fuck’s sake, that was a real monster there that my sweet daughter was pointing at. It was tan and thick and the shaft had prominent veins traversing it and it was so well done, it looked almost real. Almost, because there was no way a real, living, breathing human male could ever have a dick like that, both that thick and that long, like a damn fist.

And she wanted to impale herself on that?

Yeah, no.

No, no, no.

Cora was small and while women’s bodies were capable of great feats, I somehow had trouble imagining her tiny pussy taking in something that massive.

I could see it in my mind’s eye, her girlish legs spread apart, her swollen pussy lips slick with her juices, providing lubrication, the toy’s bulbous head at her entrance. A perfectly seductive scenario, and yet instead of her moaning in pleasure, her face was scrunching up in discomfort while she tried to push it in her cunt.

I could almost imagine her jabbing at her tiny hole in frustration, upset that she was horny and couldn’t cum.

But there was no way she could fuck herself, not with that thing. My babygirl was tight and that was too much cock for her to handle. My own, though? I would’ve loved to loosen her up a little and make her feel good.

I let out a groan without meaning to.

“I guess it’s a no?” Cora replied to it, taking my inappropriate reaction to an even more inappropriate train of thought as an answer.

Jesus Christ, what was wrong with me? Why was I imagining my daughter and I like that and fuck, why did my cock grow even harder? It was so wrong to have those thoughts!

I was failing as a father so badly.

I dug my nails into the side of my jeans, praying that my erection, along with my insane thoughts would go away.

I cleared my voice before answering my daughter, not willing to risk it sounding thick with something I didn’t even want to name, for how shameful it would have been to feel it with regards to her.

“It’s not that it’s a no, technically, but I don’t think it’s, uhm…”

“It’s not what, daddy?”

“I mean, if you want it, sure, we can buy it, but, it’s, ugh, the size is worrying me,” I stammered out, feeling like an idiot.

I needed to get a grip on myself and be the adult in the room and steer everything into a direction of my liking. No more dirty thoughts, no more horse-sized toy dicks.

“Ah, I didn’t think about that. But you’re right, Jon’s cock wasn’t all that big.”

If some things could be unheard, then I wished I could unhear this entire conversation, especially that last comment.

I didn’t want to hear my daughter saying the word “cock” and I most certainly didn’t want to think of any, toys or not, going into my daughter’s pussy.

“Ohhh! Hold on, I know!” She exclaimed, then ran back upstairs.

Thank fuck!

I took the opportunity to adjust myself in my pants and to cover my erection with a decorative pillow.

I couldn’t wait to be done with this shopping nightmare so that my daughter could finally go to bed and I could rub one out in peace. I hadn’t felt the need to masturbate in years, but talking about this sort of things with Cora had somehow made my own, real life cock, come alive.

I was only thankful that my daughter seemed unaware of my indecent predicament, because unlike her, I didn’t have the innocence to be so open with her about my bodily needs.

And unlike her, who was treating this entire thing so casually, I had to go and get hard. I could only imagine how she’d react. Her disgust. My own disgust. And she wouldn’t even know the worst of it, the thoughts behind the creation of the tent in my pants.

When Cora came back down, she was holding a plastic ruler in her hands.

She resumed her spot next to me.

“So I know I can fit something this big in my pussy,” she said, showing me the numbers on her ruler.

One, what had possessed my daughter to measure her boyfriend’s dick?

Two, Jonny boy was pitiful. I wanted to laugh, but I risked Cora interpreting it as me laughing at her, when in fact, all I was thinking of was how my cock would put his little worm to shame.

“What’s so funny?” She asked.

“What?”

“You’re grinning?”

Shit, again?

So much for my self-control.

“Oh, I was just… listen, that thing is entirely too big for you. How about something more delicate, for a young girl? Let’s save the porn star collection for the pros,” I chuckled, suddenly in a much better mood than earlier.

“Sure thing, daddy. I honestly didn’t even realize it would be that big. Numbers on a screen don’t really translate well in my brain.”

She didn’t have to explain faulty brains to me. I was pretty sure mine had glitched, probably BSoD’d too and needed a hard reboot.

“So we’ve been looking at quite a few of them. What would you prefer, a dildo, or a vibrator?”

“What was the difference again?”

If she was anyone else, I would’ve thought her questions were some ploy to get me to talk dirty, a neat little flirting trick as foreplay for something more.

But when I looked at my daughter, I could tell this was just genuinely all too new for her.

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