Daddy Issues - Veronica Sloan - ebook

In this collection of four erotic shorts, fathers and their daughters become passionate lovers. In "Daddy, Will You Stretch Me?" Natalie needs her father to soothe her uncomfortable cramping. In "The Taste of a Real Man," Rachel finds herself surprisingly aroused after her father protects her from a couple thugs. In "My Father's Whore," a high-priced call girl discovers her father is her date...~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~From "Daddy, Will You Stretch Me?":Natalie was wearing the same gray hoodie she'd been wearing all week, her tan thighs gripped tight by her cut-off jeans. She gazed up at him with the most exhausted expression, her little lips puckered in misery. "I just wanted to see if I was better," she said. "Like, maybe it would fix itself?"Nick slid the hood off her lank hair and caressed her temple. Her skin was soft and smooth, her thin eyebrows like wheat in spring. Watching her beauty crumple against this utter despair was intolerable to him. Nick gently kissed her forehead. "Oh, baby. I'm sorry. I am so sorry.""It hurts," she sighed. "It's like I have lockjaw...down there. Like it's mad at me and gritting its teeth. What did I do?""Nothing, baby." He scooped up her hands. "This isn't your fault.""Daddy," she sobbed. Hot tears drenched her lips as she pushed into her father's arms. "It hurts," she moaned. "What is wrong with me? Why is this happening?"He wrapped her up in his big bear arms and squeezed with all his might. "Mmph," she huffed into his chest. She inhaled deeply, loving the familiar, manly smell of him. He didn't wear cologne except on special occasions, so his scent was aftershave and Old Spice mingled with the light sweat from a long day on the job. As he crushed her to his body, his palms pushed against the tight muscles in her back. "That," she groaned. "I wish I could do that...down there." He squeezed her again, and she moaned into his chest. "It's like physical therapy. We can fix it, if you stick with it.""But it hurts now!" she whined. Nick did what he could. He picked her up and sat her on his lap. "I'm so sorry this is happening, baby," he murmured. With a thumb, he brushed the tears off one cheek. With his lips, he kissed the sticky trails they left on her skin. As he moved to the other cheek, she turned and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, kissed his salty lips. At first it was just the chaste kiss of a daughter...but then she moaned, and opened her mouth. Nick hadn't been kissed like that in what felt like years. "Have you thought about it?" she asked huskily. "About what mom said?" Natalie wiggled in her daddy's lap.Nick grunted. "Nat," he sighed. "We promised we weren't going to talk about that."Wth drowsy eyes and open lips, Natalie pouted at her father. "But I've been thinking," she whispered. Her tight thighs sent naughty ripples up his spine. "What if we tried it just once?" she offered. There was a desperation in her, a passionate hunger that dragged her voice down into her throat. "Daddy, I'm so tight. I don't want to go to the hospital again.""I don't want that either, baby."Natalie gazed up at him with her darling blue eyes. How many years had those eyes looked to him for safety, for comfort, for love, for approval? Never before had they gazed up at him as he sucked her tender tongue. Never before had she spread her fingers over his chest with such nervous, forbidden need. Never before had he felt the woman she'd become. "You need my help?" he murmured."Yes, daddy," she whimpered.

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Daddy Issues

© Copyright 2017, Veronica Sloan, All Rights Reserved

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Disclaimer: This story contains explicit content, including graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and consensual incest. It is intended for adults only. All characters depicted are 18-years-old and older. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.

Cover design by Veronica Sloan. Cover photo © Can Stock Photo

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Daddy, Will You Stretch Me?

Nick's daughter has an uncomfortable problem. After an emergency trip to the hospital, the family is informed that Natalie has a severe form of vaginismus. Her vagina cramps up at the slightest touch! The cure is simple, the doctor says. Natalie just needs to have sex with a large enough partner to stretch her virgin muscles. Nick is shocked when his wife suggests that he be the one to stretch Natalie!

© Copyright 2017, Veronica Sloan, All Rights Reserved

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Chapter 1

Nick wasn't sure if he should hug his wife or bust out laughing. Here they were, trapped in this tiny doctor's office that smelled like latex and bleach and expecting the very worst news, and instead the doctor gave them just the opposite. Well, not quite the opposite, but their daughter was fine!

The doctor, a short man with a few wisps of gray hair on his head, adjusted his glasses and offered Nick a nervous grin. Jackie, sitting beside Nick, clearly made the him uncomfortable. She couldn't stop crying. "There, there, honey," Nick cooed to her. "Our baby's going to be alright."

"I-I know," she hiccuped, "but he s-said he can't cure it!"

Nick scratched his head. "Well, doc, I guess she's right. What do you mean it's not curable?"

"I'm sorry," said the little man. "Perhaps I misspoke. I didn't mean to say your daughter can't be cured, only that it requires more of a treatment than a, er, medication, or something like that."

Nick rubbed his wife's shoulder and stood up. "Something like that?"

The little doctor clutched at his clipboard and croaked out a noncommittal, "Erm."

Nick took the doctor aside so they could speak quietly in the corner. "Spit it out, doc. What's happening to my daughter?"

With a nervous glance at Jackie (who was still weeping buckets), the doctor handed Nick the ultrasound. Nick couldn't make heads or tails of it but the doctor assured him they were looking at his daughter's pelvic muscles. The doctor traced his finger over the tight V of Natalie's vagina. "Do you see here? This is where the pressure's building. Judging by the rigidity of the muscles, I think she was actually in pain for quite some time."

"Why wouldn't she say anything?" Nick demanded, though in his heart he knew the answer. Nat was like her mother. She didn't like to be a bother and she was deathly afraid of doctors. That was a nasty combination of bad habits, especially when something was wrong. Something was very wrong when the girl doubled over at the dinner table. They thought she'd had a heart attack. As she curled up in a fetal position and her mother screamed, Nick dialed 9-1-1 and started searching for his keys. His paternal instinct was to curl up on the floor with Nat and Jackie but he'd be damned if he didn't take action first. That's how his mind worked. He disliked Jackie's reticence and he was afraid it had rubbed off on their daughter.

"Girls get embarrassed, especially in situations like this," the doctor said. He glanced once more at Jackie and motioned for Nick to lean in. "I'll be frank with you, Mr. Hill. The muscles around your daughter's vagina were so tight that if you hadn't brought her in when you did, she may have suffered permanent damage."

Nick's heart skipped a beat. "Jesus," he breathed. "What would that do to her?"

The doctor shook his head. "It could impact her urinary tract and her sexual organs. It could make it impossible for her to conceive--or even have sex at all."

Nick covered his mouth. "Shit, but--but we brought her in time, right?"

The doctor nodded reassuringly. "Yes, yes, she's fine now. We've given her a fairly strong muscle relaxant. I'll prescribe her some for the next week as well."

"I don't understand," Nick said. "I thought you said there wasn't a medication for this."

"There isn't. Understand, Mr. Hill, this is a very powerful sedative I'm prescribing. Only a temporary measure. With the opioid crisis we're more reluctant than ever to give these out, and it won't cure your daughter. She has a very rare condition, similar to vaginismus, in that her pelvic muscles clench and proceed to lock down. Anxiety exacerbates it, which perpetuates a cycle of clenching, muscle strain, and pain."

The thought of his daughter in that much pain set Nick's blood to boiling. "Well what the hell can she do?" he snarled.

"Calm down," the doctor said. "It's going to be okay. There's a simple--"

"Doctor!" Jackie spoke up. "Please tell us. We want to do everything we can." She'd patted her face dry and was doing her best to maintain her composure. Nick returned to the chair next to his wife and took her hands in his.

The doctor folded his clipboard under his arms. "Ma'am, as I was telling your husband, the problem is that your daughter's vaginal muscles are locking down. This is due to involuntary spasms in the area. It's uncomfortable but there's an easy fix. She needs regular stimulation and relief to ease the muscles back to normal. Essentially, she needs to teach herself to relax."

Nick was unclear on the doctor's language but Jackie understood immediately. "You're saying she needs to masturbate," she said.

The doctor leaned on one foot. "Erm. Not exactly. For women, masturbation can be entirely focused on the clitoris, and that's not the trouble spot. This needs to be a prolonged massage of the vagina, not just to work the muscles inside her body but also to stimulate her to orgasm. By reaching orgasm, the whole area can relax. Do that enough times over a period of two to three weeks and that basically 'teaches' the muscles not to clench."

Nick was dumbfounded. Jackie was embarrassed but resolute. "Oh," she said. "So, um, I suppose I should take her to, er, find a...a dildo?"

The doctor made an awkward, noncommittal gesture. "I wouldn't suggest that."

Nick grunted in frustration. "Well, Jesus, doc, what the fuck is she supposed to do?"

"Calm down, calm down," the doctor said. "The reason I'd persuade you against using a toy is because it can lead to further issues. Your daughter is going to need to massage this area a lot, so if the toy is made from materials that irritate her skin, that can lead to pain and just worsen the problem. If the toy is made from jelly rubber, bacteria can easily get inside it. If it's made from plastic, a small crack can cause tears and invite further irritation along her vaginal wall. If she has allergies to lubricant, that's another problem. There's also the angle and the lack of heat from the toy, and both of those things are important."

In his hands, Nick felt his wife's knuckles clench. "So what are you saying?" he asked.

"Honestly?" the doctor said. "This is an easy fix." The little man tried to give them a friendly smile. "Your daughter's on birth control. As long as her boyfriend's STD free, you can just lock them in a room together and throw away the key."

Jackie shrieked in terror.

The doctor awkwardly fumbled with his clipboard. "Oh, dear! I'm sorry. I-I assumed you'd appreciate the cheapest solution."

Nick leapt to his feet. "My daughter is not cheap!" he growled.

"No, o-of course not," the doctor stammered. "Sir, that isn't what I meant at all. I'm just saying that, well, a naked, lubricated penis, with some girth, is all you need to solve this issue. She's nineteen-years-old. Her hormones are in full swing. Teenagers are already horny, and if you give her permission--"

"Oh, I have heard enough of this!" Jackie screamed. "Nicholas, we're leaving!"

"Ma'am, I'm very sorry," the doctor called after them. "I really didn't mean to upset you. I suppose it was more of a joke, and it--it's kind of funny, right? Ma'am? Sir?"

The couple marched out of the hospital wing, refusing to turn around or even acknowledge the doctor's pathetic muttering behind them.

Chapter 2

Nick drove his family home in silence. His posture was erect, his face blank, his eyes calmly scanned the road, but inside he was boiling over. His mind spun like a manic top. The nerve of that doctor! Nick was so indignant that he contemplated turning the car around and returning to the hospital just to belt him in the mouth. To suggest that his daughter just spend a week (or weeks?) screwing her boyfriend. What kind of medical advice was that?

In the backseat, Natalie gazed at her shoes. She was in a daze, as much from the sedative as the news that she had a "nervous vagina." She was embarrassed, sore, and generally miserable. Her silky hair hung over her eyes and draped over her knees. Normally a shade of dirty blonde, she'd dyed it recently to a more golden hue. Her snub nose parted her tresses and when Nick looked at her in the rearview mirror he could see her pink lips quivering and the teeth behind them clenched in a silent whimper.

In the passenger seat, Jackie fidgeted with her purse. She cleared her throat to speak but it took several seconds for her to actually find her voice. " is a cost-effective solution," she murmured.

Nick almost drove the car into a tree. "What?" he barked.

Rather than meet his penetrating glare, she turned to her window. "I think...maybe we overreacted."

"I can't believe this," Nick said. "You're the one who wanted to leave!"

"Yes," she said, keeping her voice even. She intended to steer him to a calmer state of mind. She needed to make him receptive for the unusual solution that was percolating in her brain. "Yes, I know that, Nicholas, and I'm saying I overreacted."

Nick scoffed. "So what? You want us to take the doc's advice? Lock her in a room with Paul and let them go at it like rabbits?"

Behind him, a heartbreaking sob leapt from his daughter's throat. Jackie hissed at him like a snake. "Nicholas!"

"What?" he said. "Jesus, what did I say now?"

His wife squeezed his shoulder. "Nicky, Paul broke it off with Nat last week."

"Oh," Nick said. He glanced sheepishly at his daughter. Silent tears were running down her scarlet face. "Oh geez, me and my stupid mouth. I...I didn't know, honey." He glared at his wife. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it's none of your business, dad!" Natalie screamed.

Nick rolled his eyes. "Right. Okay, yeah, blame me. Okay, so obviously that option's off the table." Both the girls hissed at him again and he threw up a hand in helpless defeat. "Okay! Sorry!"

After a minute of tense silence, Nick frowned. "Wait, but you said--"

"Yes," his wife cut him off. "I know what I said."

"I'm confused."

Jackie's doughy cheeks blushed a bright vermillion. "I want to avoid surgery at all costs. That's a very sensitive place and it would be so painful..."

"And expensive," Nick grumbled.

"Yes," Jackie agreed. "If...if there's a way that Nat can be treated without it..."

Nick couldn't believe what his wife was saying. "So you want her to just find some stranger and--" He couldn't finish that thought.

With a deep breath, Jackie squeezed her purse. "Not a stranger. Nick, you're...girthy."

The car was silent again. This time the tension was almost thick enough to touch. Through the haze of her medication, Natalie slowly processed her mother's words. A breathless, frightened moan tumbled from her lips. At the same moment, her father sputtered out his response. "Have you lost your mind?" he yelled.

"Nick, calm down--"

"'Calm down?' Christ, Jackie--"

"Nick, you're upsetting Natalie."

"Me?" he cried. He was so furious that he pulled onto the shoulder and almost ripped the keys from the ignition. He turned to his wife in crazed confusion. "Jackie, to even suggest--"

She stared back at him, unfazed. "Oh calm down, you big ape."

Nick froze with his finger hanging in the air between them. "Jackie..."

"Nicholas, listen to me--"

"Mom, you're crazy!" Natalie screamed from the backseat.

"Will you both just hear me out?"

"No!" they shouted together.

Jackie massaged her temples. "I have been sitting here for the past ten minutes trying to think of the best solution to your--to our family crisis. Nat, do you think I don't have your best interest at heart?"

Natalie glowered at her mother in silent fury.

"And you," Jackie said, flipping her iron gaze at her husband. "You don't think I'm thinking clearly? I do our taxes, Nick. I make every list for every little thing that happens in our household. Am I crazy?"

"Well, no, but--" he sputtered.

"What's our alternative?"

Nick glanced from his wife to his daughter desperately hoping that one of them would answer for him. "'re asking me to have sex with--"

"No!" Natalie cried, unwilling to hear the rest.

"I'm not asking you or her to do anything you don't want to do," Jackie said.

"Want to do?" he snapped.

"Not the best choice of words," she conceded. "But Natalie can't have sex with Paul--"

"I'm not having sex with anybody!" the girl screamed.

"Dear," her mother sighed, "you're being hysterical."

Tears dripped hot and thick down Natalie's cheeks. "I can't believe we're having this conversation right now," she said.

Jackie leaned over her armrest at her daughter. "Honey, let's think about this from a practical perspective. Okay? Your father doesn't have any STDs. You're on birth control. And he...well, your father's penis is thick, especially in the middle--"

Natalie slapped her palms over her ears. "Oh my God," she breathed. "No. No, no, no, no!"

Nick squeezed his wife's shoulder and looked to her with pleading eyes. "Baby, what are you doing? This isn't a solution. Jesus, I don't even think it's legal."

Jackie squeezed his hand. "When was the last time we had sex?"

The question threw him for a loop. He stared back at her, his mouth agape.

"It was four months ago," she said, "on our anniversary."

"What does that have to do with anything?" he demanded.

Jackie sighed. She knew what she was offering was a crazy, ridiculous, and of course incestuous, idea, but in contemplating her daughter's discomfort the parallel was only too clear. She offered Nick a rueful smile. "We haven't talked about this because I know you don't want to hurt my feelings."

Nick glanced at Natalie, who gazed from one parent to the other in mute irritation. "Do we need to talk about this now?" he asked.

"She needs to know," Jackie said. "It will make this make more sense."

"This does not remotely make sense," Natalie retorted.

"How many times have we had sex this year?" Jackie asked her husband.

Nick shook his head. "Jesus, I--I don't know!"

"Exactly," she said. "I'm just...I just don't want to lately. It's not you, honey. Lord knows I still love you. I still find you attractive. But I...I don't know if this is permanent or temporary or just what women go through. I haven't asked you about it, and you've suffered in silence."

"I haven't suffered," Nick intoned, but he couldn't meet her eyes. The truth was, he had. He'd taken to masturbating damn near every morning and often at night--something he was guilty about. His wife was no longer interested in sex but he felt just the opposite. If anything, his libido was stronger now than the day they met.

"Nick, you can't lie to me. I know. I know about you jerking off in the bathroom."

Nick glanced at his daughter, red-faced. "Oh, Jesus, Jackie!"

She talked over him. "You want sex and I don't. I didn't know what to say. I was embarrassed, upset, all of it. I was almost on the verge of telling you to find another lover."

He raised his finger again. "Now hold on just a damn--"

"No," she said, and plucked his finger from the air. "Look at what's happened. In a way, everyone can get what they need."

"What?" Natalie blurted. "Um, excuse me? Don't I get a say in this?"

"Of course you do, sweetie. This is all about you."

Natalie swallowed the massive lump in her throat. "Thanks, but...I'm not fucking dad!"

"Lower your voice," her mother ordered.

"She does have a point," Nick said.

"No, it's not a point," Jackie replied. "It's an opinion. But she got the same talk that we did. She knows what her options are. Nat, you are more than welcome to find some man...or get back with Paul...or try to do it yourself with a toy or a dildo or whatever you want. But I think we should consider this a viable option."

Natalie crossed her arms and glared out the window. "I can't believe you. Dad?"

Nick slid back into his seat. "Never," he said.

"I think you're both being narrow-minded," Jackie said.

"Well I think you're being awfully broad-minded," he replied. "Way too broad-minded!"