Daddy Comes Home

* This story and its characters are fictional. All characters represented are above the age of 18 years, and are not genetically related.*

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I'm lying on the couch staring at the still-closed door. Waiting. My plump lips are set in a slightly grumpy pout, Daddy is late. I roll over onto my belly to grab my phone, my oversized t-shirt twisting, further exposing my smooth bare thighs above my knee socks.

6.30pm - where is he? I was worried about all the long hours he had been putting in at the office recently. It's coming up to year end and everyone's workloads are stretched to the limit. When I voice my concerns he tells me it's just part of the job then tries to distract me with forehead kisses, but he looks tired and i'm worried about him. Besides which, I need him here to look after me. I'm only little after all.

Suddenly, a key turns in the lock and I sit up expectantly. Cross legged and eagerly smiling in anticipation. Daddy walks in. I'm so deeply in love with him, my heart flips when he enters the room. Tall, with an athletic build and piercing blue eyes. His citrusy aftershave fills the space as he hangs his coat and bag, removing his shoes en route. He walks over to where I'm sitting, his face crinkling into a broad grin.

He's pleased to see me. "I've missed you Kitten," he beams at me as his strong arms scoop me up off the couch and into a big squeezy cuddle. I squeal as he carries me out of the room, covering my face with gentle little butterfly kisses on the journey.

Daddy drops me onto our bed then jumps on too, creating a big, tickly, cuddly pile. He kisses me all over my face as I giggle and melt under his gorgeous smile. He lies on top of me, his body pressing heavily on my petite 5ft frame. I wriggle under his bodyweight, trying to get away from his tickles. Shouting "Daddy! No! Stop!" in between bursts of laughter.

Daddy continues to cover me in tiny kisses, making me laugh uncontrollably. His hands are tickling my body wherever he can reach. I can't breathe. I try to move away from him, fighting his strength. I manage to push him off and quickly roll away to the edge of the bed to make my escape. Daddy grabs me as I'm doing so, his hand grazing my clothed pussy, making me flush a even deeper shade of pink.

Obviously, he's much stronger than me and any attempt to stop him for long is futile. He pulls me back over and I see a flash of predator in his eyes as he pushes my body back down to the mattress with his. I try to wriggle away again, giggling. Daddy has me pinned down, his big hands firmly hold my wrists against the bed, his hardening cock pressing into me.

"I've missed my little girl so much today." Daddy says, still smattering my face and arms with kisses, an occasional nip making me squeal. "I've missed you too." I return with a smile, "I love you Daddy."

He returns my smile and removes his hands from my wrists, kissing me deeply. His hands move down my body, sliding under my shirt, his thumbs hooking into my panties. He starts to tug them down.

"Daddy!" I exclaim, trying hard to move away from him. I flip over onto my belly and scramble up the bed, but only succeed in helping Daddy remove my underwear. Amusement dances across his face as he watches me grasp at my shirt hem in an attempt to cover my now naked bottom. He unbuckles his belt.

"What are you doing?" I ask wide eyed. Daddy leans forwards. "You're mine little one," he laughs as he playfully tickles me, "Come to Daddy."

Daddy wraps his hands around my ankles and pulls me down the bed on my stomach. Ignoring my protests. He enters me sharply, making me gasp in pain at the size of his rock hard cock. "Ouch! Daddy, stop!" I sob. He groans loudly and pushes my body firmly down with his hands, one on the top of my right shoulder, the other on my lower back. He bottoms out, pushing his full weight into me as he touches my ripe cervix.

He slowly, deeply thrusts into my tight pussy a few times as I helplessly wriggle and beg him to stop. Gradually, I go quiet, my pussy slickening around his erection. "Such a good girl," he murmurs, planting a soft kiss on the back of my neck, "You're mine, let Daddy look after you."

I nod tearfully into the pillow and relax under him, ragdoll limp as I allow him to take my body. He continues to masturbate himself with my body, seemingly relentless with his strokes. I bite my lip and whimper everytime I'm filled to completion.

Soon, a new sensation takes hold of me and I begin to writhe and panic. Daddy reacts quickly, strengthening his grip that's holding me down.. "Daddy! Please stop Daddy! I feel weird. I think I'm going to pee. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy please!" I cry. He pushes me down further and covers my desperately kicking legs with his strong ones. Rendering me helpless as I cry. If anything, my struggles seem to spur him on more.

Suddenly, there's a gush of warmth and wetness as I orgasm, covering us both in my sweet fluid. My pussy muscles spasm around his cock, milking it. My cries are replaced by anguished moans as my reality is distorted by intense pleasure.

It's too much for Daddy too and I feel him pulse and tighten as his own release is imminent. He withdraws from my soaking wet, trembling, spent body and pushes my legs further apart with his knees. With a juddering moan streams of hot, salty cum are pasted over my spread open pussy and asshole. Warm, thick and sticky.

Daddy collapses down on his side next me, smiling. He smoothes my messy hair, brushing it away from my face with his hand and tenderly kisses my forehead. His eyes search mine, I sleepily smile at him and he visibly relaxes, knowing he hasn't pushed it too far. He never does, he knows my body and my limits, but he sure does like testing them. He nuzzles into my shoulder and plants more firm kisses on it, before pulling back and gazing at me with a look of deep adoration. "I've missed you, tell me about your day."

I begin to tell him all about my day, growing more excited and animated as I recall all my happy events and playing. As I talk he looks at me lovingly, his attention shining on me like a spotlight. As if this is the first time he's heard me give an in depth description of a craft activity, and he hasn't had an overwhelming day of real grown up stuff. No, he has all the time in the world for me.

He leans with his head propped up on his left hand, his right hand stroking my hair as I chat. Slowly his right hand moves down my body, his gaze never leaving mine. He pauses to stroke my messy rear, my breath catching and speech drifting off as he pauses and smears his sticky cum over my asshole.

"That's great baby. Did you manage to get outside for your walk today?" he enquires innocently as his hand travels further south. I stammer an answer to him as his deft fingers scoop his cum off my skin and he plunges them into my used cunt. My insides are slick but swollen from use. I whimper as he twists his fingers, ensuring he manually deposits his seed sufficiently.

Then just as quickly, his fingers are gone again. Still maintaining eye contact he brings them to my mouth to clean. I happily oblige, savouring the taste of us on his digits as I eagerly explore every crevice with my nimble tongue. I take Daddy's fingers deeply into my mouth, my lip resting on his knuckles. As I meet his eyes lustily my belly rumbles loudly.

Daddy laughs and withdraws his fingers, ruffling my hair with his now saliva soaked hand. "Are you hungry Kitten?" he asks. I nod, pouting softly as I look at him with big chocolatey eyes, "You were late." It's almost an accusation.

Daddy stands up and redoes the fastening on his suit trousers, buckling his belt. He steps into the en-suite and I hear him washing his hands, the shower begins to run and he steps back into our bedroom. "Come here little one," he beckons. I climb down from the bed and face him. In a swift motion he pulls my crumpled shirt up over my head and tosses it into the laundry basket. He then gets down onto his knees in front of me, placing my hand onto his shoulder to help me balance as he strips me of my knee socks, adding those to the laundry too.

Now I am nude beyond the painting of our bodily fluids, he stands back up. Leaning down he kisses me softly on the mouth. "Get yourself into that warm shower mucky pup, I'm going to start cooking dinner and I'll be through in a few minutes to wash you."

The end.