Daddy's Home
As I stepped inside, you came around the corner from the living room to greet me. I had just set down my guitar case. You threw your arms around my neck, jumped up and wrapped your legs around my waist – coat and all. You buried your nose in my neck and breathed deep. You sighed, "Daddy."
I held you there – we kissed – so deep and long. Your face was wet with your tears as you slowly let your bare feet come back to the floor. You were beaming as you unbuttoned my coat, helped me off with my scarf. You got up on your tip–toes to kiss me again as you giggled and prattled about this and that – your day – school – and you untied my tie, loosened my collar. I felt good to be home.
You immediately took my hand and lead me upstairs. You opened the door to my bedroom and lifted off your dress. You stood naked before me as you kissed me. You had made a fire in the fireplace. You had placed your glass of Pino Noir on the bed table, waiting for you.
I marveled at your beauty. Your hair was tied up so I could see your neck and shoulders – graceful, alluring. Your breasts, full and shapely, but not large – perfect to my eye. Your erect nipples bore the marks of your new nasty little toys – the sharp little nipple–clamps I had given you.
I played with your nipples gently as we kissed again. "Did you like your new clamps, little girl?"
"Yes, sir, I did. Very much."
"Did they make my Konekochan come hard?"
"Yes, sir, very, very hard. They made me bleed a little, sir."
"Yes, darling. Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes – it seems strange, but I – I liked it. It made me feel very submissive, Daddy."
"Good girl."
I pinched them gently and you took in your breath sharply.
"Sore, baby?"
"Yes – but it's just right."
"Good. I'm glad."
I slid my hand down your belly. So smooth and muscular. So perfect. I lifted you onto the bed, kissing you all the time.
And so you sat on its edge as I pushed your legs apart and began to play with your pussy lips.
You said, "I think I'm kind of bruised a bit, Sir. I rode my new toy for a very long time."
"I see, dear. And did you like it?"
"Oh, Daddy, yes. I loved it. It was very extreme. I had gotten a little drunk, otherwise I don't know if I could have taken the dildo in my – you know – my ass."
I played with your clitoris – so silky, wet, warm, swollen. You began to breathe harder and faster. I dipped my finger into your cunnie, pressuring the top of the opening just like you like it. Then back to your clitoris again, lifting you toward blissful release.
"Oh – – – Oh – – Oh, Daddy. Please, may I come?" I knew I had you on the edge.
"No, Darling, not yet. Wait like a good girl."
You whimpered and purred. You squealed and danced lightly on my fingers. "Daddy – please."
"No, no. Not now, my little love." And I stopped stroking you. You were shivering. You were so close that if you had squeezed your legs together and squirmed a bit, you would have come.
I held you firmly by the waist as I kissed you. You continued to breathe hard and fast. You wanted to come so badly. But you slowly came back to earth – horny and frustrated and ready to explode. You sat on the edge of the bed with your legs spread wantonly. You pussy lips were wet and shiny.
"Good girl."
"Daddy, this isn't fair. I've waited so patiently for you to come home."
"Yes, sweetie."
"Daddy, I want you to make me come – all night. I want to fuck you, Daddy." You had taken on an adorable little pleading tone. Like a little girl trying to wrap her daddy around her finger. I smiled.
"Yes, Darling. And you will. All night, I promise."
I handed you your glass of wine and you sipped, watching me as I slowly took my clothes off. I could feel your excitement rise. "But for now, you must wait, darling."
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl"
I took my time. I filled your empty glass. I stood naked by the bed, my cock, rock hard. I reached between your legs again and began to play very, very gently – teasing, barely touching. You were holding your full glass and, soon, breathing hard again.
"Don't come, darling – wait."
You began to whimper quietly. I knew it was difficult for you to hold back.
I stopped. It was time.
Now I say – "Get onto the bed, darling. Kneel in the middle facing the foot – careful not to spill – that's a good girl."
I climb into bed behind you, sitting against the headboard with pillows propping me up comfortably. I have a perfect view of you kneeling, back facing me. You are slender but shapely and incredibly beautiful. Your skin is dark and luxurious. Your hair, tied up in its pony-tail, is long and wavy. You are sipping your wine.
"You are beautiful, darling."
