A Daughter’s Lost Dildo

—Chapter I—

It was Saturday morning and Dallin Reed was enjoying the peace and quiet of a coffee and newspaper when suddenly he heard a high-pitched yelp from his daughter Aimee’s room. It was just the two of them at home, his wife Sofia had stepped out to run some errands an hour or two before. There was genuine pain in the yelp, so Dallin put down his paper and walked over to the closed door of his daughter’s room.

“Is everything alright in there, princess?” Dallin asked as he rapped on the doorframe sharply with his knuckles.

From the other side he heard whispered swearing and the rustling of blankets. “Yeah Dad, everything is fine.” Aimee replied, “Would you mind getting Mom real quick?”

Dallin frowned, “Your mother isn’t home right now, are you sure everything is OK?”

More muffled swearing. “Uh, yeah Dad everything is great. Just perfect. No, uh, no problems here.” From her tone of voice, it didn’t sound like Aimee was persuaded by her own response.

“I’m coming in.” Dallin announced. She might legally be an adult, but Dallin was worried about his daughter and wouldn’t feel comfortable until he’d investigated. Slowly he opened the door and peered his head around it to look into his daughter’s room.

It was clearly a girl’s room, but not that of an exceptionally girly-girl. A slightly muted plum was the dominant color, and Aimee had long since taken down the posters of boy bands and unicorns. A woman’s room Dallin had to remind himself as he was struck by the gentle scent of lavender and sage.

Aimee was sitting in her bed fidgeting and looking uncomfortable. She was wearing her blue silk pajama top, and had her heather comforter pulled up over her legs. Every few seconds her face would twitch in some mixture of pain and embarrassment, accompanied by Aimee readjusting her position slightly. The hem of her comforter was held firmly in both hands and as she squirmed she kept a tight grip on it keeping it from sliding down even a little bit.

“What’s going on, Aimee?” Dallin asked, “It doesn’t sound like everything is OK.”

“No, yeah, everything is fine, Daddy.” Aimee forced a smile. Her lips and eyebrows twitched periodically in visible discomfort as she tried to maintain it, “Just, when is mom getting back? Do you know?”

Dallin took a few steps into his daughter’s room. “She went out a little while earlier to do some shopping. She mentioned she might catch up with Aunt Gina after and grab some lunch.”

Aimee’s head hung as she looked visibly crestfallen. Gina was Sofia’s younger sister, and both Aimee and Dallin knew that whenever the sisters met up it would be several hours before they were finished talking. Most of the time Aimee thought it was sweet how close the two were, but today she wished they were perhaps somewhat estranged.

Dallin walked across the room and sat on the end of his daughter’s bed. “You know if something’s wrong I can help you with it, yeah?”

“I know, Dad. It’s just a personal thing; a girl thing. I’d be a lot more comfortable talking to Mom about it.” Aimee said.

Dallin did his best not to chuckle. “OK princess, if you’d rather wait for Mom that’s fine. I understand if you’re uncomfortable, but for what it’s worth your ol’ dad has known a few women in his life. I’ve even gone out and bought tampons for some of them. I promise whatever girl thing you have going on isn’t going to freak me out.”

Aimee swore again under he breath. She would genuinely rather wait for her mother to get home, but she was aware of exactly how pressing a situation she was in. Not looking up from her bed but turning a deep shade of scarlet she replied to her father. “Fine. Just promise not to be weird about it. I lost a dildo.”

Despite his assurances, this actually took Dallin slightly aback. Intellectually, he was aware that as a grown woman and sexual being his daughter masturbated. Hell, he’d even had a conversation with his wife a few year prior where they agreed she should go out with Aimee to get her some toys to keep her from doing anything stupid with the boys at school. But it was still something he avoided thinking about if possible, and now he was being confronted directly with the reality of it. Dallin swallowed over a lump in his throat.

“Well, sweetie, that’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Owning a dildo is perfectly normal, and losing one is not that big a deal. I’m sure your mother can help you pick out a new one when she gets back.”

“No, you don’t understand, Daddy. I didn’t lose it around the house. I lost it while I was using it. Just now. Inside me.” Aimee replied.

“Oh. I guess that is a little more serious.” Dallin looked his daughter up and down. She was petite, all of 5 feet tall with A-Cups that were barely visible under her shirt. Without thinking he voiced the thing that immediately came to his mind.

“But, I mean, you can’t be that deep. Even if your pelvic muscles aren’t strong enough to push it out, can’t you just reach in and grab it?” Dallin immediately knew he could have phrased it better, but he didn’t think the analysis was off base.

Aimee mumbled something at her blanket.

“What was that, princess?” In his most supportive tone, Dallin asked her to repeat herself.

Aimee looked up, her pale grey eyes boring into her father’s. Dallin hadn’t thought she could turn any more red, yet somehow she had. In a firm, slow voice Aimee repeated herself.

“I said the dildo isn’t in my pussy. It’s in my…other hole”

There was a moment of absolute stillness in which Dallin could hear not only his own but also Aimee’s heartbeat. With a sudden jerk Aimee yanked the blanket up and over her head so that she was entirely covered by it and folded herself up to be as small as possible. She wanted to disappear. Admitting, out loud, to her father that she owned a dildo and liked to masturbate was bad enough. For her to have to admit to him that she liked drilling her own asshole was so much worse. She could only imagine what he thought of her, how he’d never be able to see her as anything but a filthy ass-slut going forward. Her relationship with her father, she truly believed in that moment, was ruined forever.

Dallin, for his part, tried to console Aimee. Reaching out he put a hand on her knee and started making a soothing shushing noise. It was clear that Aimee was holding back tears.

“Princess, princess, it’s OK.” Dallin said. He stood and made his way toward the door, “Whatever you get up to in your free time is your business, I’m not going to judge. But yeah, that is a lot more serious. We definitely can’t wait for your mother to get home to deal with this. I’m going to go call the hospital; we need to get this out of you immediately.”

With a violent jerk Aimee threw the blanket off her head.

“No!” she yelled, “You can’t do that! It’s bad enough that you know what’s happened. If anyone else found out I’d literally die. People at school might find out, my friends, I’d never live it down. Please please please don’t call anyone!”

Dallin did his best to maintain eye contact with his daughter. Though he couldn’t exactly see anything, Aimee had thrown the blanket off with little care and it was now clear to him that she wasn’t wearing any bottoms. The fact that this was an extremely recent situation struck him with full force. While I was eating breakfast one room away, she was in here nailing her own ass. The thought came to him unbidden.

“Well, we have to do something.” Dallin said, “I’m no doctor, but leaving something shoved up there that doesn’t belong is be really bad for you. It could do serious damage, or cause infections.”

Aimee mumbled something in the direction of her blanket again.

“Princess?” Dallin asked, cocking his head.

“I said I know I can’t leave it in there. I was trying to get it out but the angle is all wrong, I couldn’t get a hold of it. I don’t think I need a doctor, though, I just need…I just need a hand.”

Dallin blinked several times as his brain tried to catch up with what Aimee was saying.

“What?” He said stupidly.

Having put it all out there was actually making Aimee feel more comfortable. She’d taken the plunge, been forced to admit something she didn’t want to, and now that was done. Her new priority was preventing any possibility of this fact becoming known to anyone else. Even having a doctor and some nurses aware of it would make her want to die, and she knew if by some chance a friend or acquaintance (or, god forbid, one of the cute boys she was crushing on) were also in the E.R. she’d have to do a bunch of explaining she frankly didn’t want to. So, emboldened, she pressed on.

“I said I just need a hand. I can’t bend in the right way to grab it, but I can feel it in there. I think someone else could pull it out pretty easily. So we don’t need to go to the doctor. You just need to help me out, Dad.”

Dallin blinked again. “I’m not so sure that’s such a good idea, princess. I don’t think I should see or touch you like that.”

“Why not?” Aimee asked; she was convincing herself as much as she was convincing her father. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me before. There’s nothing inappropriate about helping your daughter with a medical issue. I know how they take babies’ temperatures. If I was sick and needed a suppository you’d help me with that. Why not this?”

Dallin could feel the blood pounding in his ears. It was a good point. He didn’t want to spend the day at the E.R. any more than his daughter did, and it was his job as a parent to help her with any problems she might have, including this. The only thing speaking against it was the slight bulge he could feel in his pants. But there was no way he could ever admit to Aimee that the thought of a cute 18 year old girl fucking her own asshole with a dildo turned him on, even if that girl was his daughter.

Dallin took a step back into the room.

“Fine.” He said, in what he hoped was a neutral-yet-supportive tone. “How, uh, how you want to do this?”

Her father having agreed to help her, it was now Aimee’s turn to be taken aback. She’d been so focused on getting him to agree she had never considered the logistics of the dildo removal. It was her turn to blink several times.

“Good question.” She said lamely, “I guess I’ll get on my hands and knees and you can just, uh, just reach in?”

Dallin nodded. “Do we need any towels or anything?”

“Oh, uh, no.” Aimee said, once again turning a little red. “I, uh, I prepared myself this morning so there shouldn’t be anything but the toy in there.”

“Oh, OK, great.” Dallin said, returning to stand by the side of the bed. “I guess, uh, whenever you’re ready.”

Aimee nodded, then sat there for a second playing with the edge of the blanket. Finally, she took a deep breath and threw it off, rolling over onto all fours and exposing herself to her father. She was acutely aware of how bare she was, how he could now see her most intimate parts.

For his part, Dallin stood there slack-jawed. With her knees spread apart everything was on full display for him. The fact that she had been masturbating was extremely obvious. Her pussy was still slick and shiny with juices, and her inner lips were parted slightly giving him a view not just of her vagina but into her vagina. It was impossible not to wonder what the ridges of her tight pussy would feel like. He could see Aimee’s vividly flushed clitoris poking slightly out of it’s hood, and noted that except for a well trimmed landing strip on her juicy mons his daughter kept her pubis fully waxed. Though small, her ass was shapely and firm, and Dallin could see her tight browneye winking out at him as his daughter shifted on the bed.

My daughter’s pussy is just as beautiful as the rest of her he thought to himself, before shaking his head to dislodge the idea. As he came into position behind her he realized there was just one small problem.

“Uh, princess.” Dallin said, clearing his throat.

“What is it, Daddy?” Aimee asked, turning back to look at him.

“I, uh, that is, um, you need to spread your cheeks more. I need to be able to really see and reach your anus.”

“Oh.” Aimee said.

Reaching behind herself, she grabbed one toned cheek in each hand and spread them apart so that her asshole was fully exposed.