Daddy’s Return – a DDLG story

Submitted to Allurestorm by TokyoDaddy

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After having been gone for two months on a business to Tokyo, I walked into our Greenwich Village apartment, wearily dropping my bags just inside the door and locking it. I stood there in the entranceway and rubbed the beard I had grown during my time away before stripping off my tie. I had felt so guilty about leaving you, my beloved princess, alone for so long.  To make up for it, I not only grew the beard but had gotten many tattoos done by a master tattoo artist in Kyoto while on my trip. I knew that between the beard and the tattoos, I would, at least appearance-wise, become your dream guy since from the first day I met you, you often went on and on about how sexy guys are with beards and ink. 

I was a little nervous, though, to see whether or not anything had changed between us. We had only dated a month before I was forced to go on the business trip to Japan. And since I had been gone for two months, we had actually spent less time together than apart, as a couple.  I had been very surprised that, after only a month of dating, you had agreed to move into my apartment the week before I left. But then again, we had hit it off from the beginning after having met through your post in the Daddy/Daughter group on fetlife.com looking for a Daddy in NYC. You were a very gifted student of Contemporary Dance at the Tisch School of the Arts. I knew you were beautiful from the selfies we had exchange before meeting. But I could still clearly remember the effort I had to make not to let my jaw drop when we met for the first time in a Union Square coffee shop. Your parents were Japanese, but you were born and had grown up in NYC all your life. And your Asian beauty was accentuated by your  lithe figure, your long neck and your wide shoulders which tapered to your  slim waist.  Your long silky black hair hung down to your compact butt, and your small yet perky breasts with their puffy nipples always amazed me with their sensitivity. But it was your jet black eyes which drew me in the most. 

A month was such a short time to have become so close, but it was mostly an emotional closeness. As much as you enjoyed the role of Daddy’s Little Girl you had yet to submit to me fully in a sexual way. You enjoyed it immensely when I grabbed your hair and roughly pulled you to me and kissed you. And you always came hard when I pinned you to the bed and ran my lips down over your fit dancer’s body to your thin patch of pubic hair and then on to your lips to eat you out passionately.  I was also surprised by how much you enjoyed sucking my cock. You always amazed me with how you would also give a lot of attention to my balls and even finger my ass. You often literally begged me to grab your hair and fuck your face. But for all that, when it came to me taking your virginity, you were strangely reticent. I didn’t want to force it since even though I was your Daddy, I wanted it to happen only when you were ready. The perfect time for that had not yet arisen before I had to leave on my trip. But now that I was back, I was hoping that the longing I felt for you during my absence would be mirrored in you, and that not only would our relationship grow stronger, but that you would finally consent to let me be the first man to fully make love to you. 

As tired as I was from the long flight, the thought of finally being home and being able to hold you again in my arms again buoyed me up. I started to strip out of my suit as I shuffled towards the master bedroom in the back of the large apartment, leaving a trail of clothes along the way. By the time I reached the master bedroom, I wore nothing but my white boxer briefs.  

My travel-weary face transformed into a silly grin as I saw you standing naked in front of the mirror through the open ensuite bathroom door, dryer in hand, fanning out your long silky locks as you sang My Funny Valentine as if it was a heavy metal song. I loved your quirkiness and spontaneity. You hadn’t noticed me yet, so I took a moment to appreciate how angelic your face was; your naturally long lashes, and  your soft, full lips. My eyes then eagerly took in the swell of your small, perky A cup breasts. My eyes then travelled down the curve of your slim waist and to the half moon shape of your bottom. You always said that you had a bubble butt as if it was a bad thing, but I had always thought it was as adorable as it was sexy. I could see how the years of arduous dance training had shaped your body into the instrument of beauty it was. I felt the longing inside of me flame higher as I remembered the brief but intense times we had shared and how it was your sweet personality that I had missed the most; your gentle kindness, your juvenile sense of humor, your fierce intelligence, and your burning sensuality. You were the perfect woman to me, and I felt extraordinarily lucky that were willing to put up with me being gone so long. 

Then your eyes spotted me, and there was the smile that I had missed so much; the one which never failed to melt my heart. You dropped the dryer without even turning it off and sprinted over to me, jumping up into my arms and wrapping yours tightly around my neck as your legs wrapped around my waist. I automatically held you up with my hands under your bottom as the kiss I gave you attempted to transfer the backlog of love for you that had been pent-up inside of me for the two months. “God I fucking missed you!” I mumbled into our kiss. You broke the kiss eventually to come up for air and hugged me even tighter as you whispered, “Not half as much as I missed you, Daddy,” into my ear, causing my feelings love and lust to both soar in tandem.

You tried to climb down, mentioning something about a pan on the stove and a special homecoming dinner you were making for me.  “Nothing doing,” I announced.  “You’re not getting out of my arms for at least a day or two. I swear, Princess, I could think of nothing but you the whole time I was gone, ” I said as I held you tight and swayed my hips side to side. I planted delicate kisses in a line down your throat while inhaling the addictive scent of your skin as I whispered, “I can’t tell you how many times I woke up every night caressing the spot next to me, missing the feel of your body pressed against mine, the feeling of your soft lips, the curve of your bottom, the way that your breasts fit perfectly into my hands, and how the universe exploded in ecstasy whenever you made me cum. But mostly I just missed being with you. Your mere presence fills me with a love I had no idea I was capable of before we met.”

With your legs still wrapped around me, I walked us to the kitchen, turned the flame under the pan off, and walked us back to the bathroom where you clung to me like a baby orangutan. I bent over, you still clinging to me, picked up the drier, shut it off, and stood to walk us over to our bed. When I bent over the mattress to let you down, you still clung to me, refusing to let go. You were just so damn cute sometimes that I just wanted to eat you up. You felt as much as heard my lips brush over your ear as I whispered, “I love you more than any man has ever loved a woman, Princess. You complete me. You give me more joy that I ever expected to find in this lifetime, and I thank God daily for the gift of you in my life.” You then turned your head and looked at me with an intensity of love radiating from your eyes that it took my breath away. I kissed you hard as I tried, yet again, to get you to let go and lay down.

“Sweetie. Just relax and let Daddy get reacquainted with your body before we move on to anything else.” You finally loosened your grip on me and fell back onto the bed saying, “Yes, Daddy” with a smirk that told me you weren’t going to stay still for long. I knelt between your feet as you lay on your back, slowly spreading your legs with my hands as desire burst into flames in your eyes. And compared to before my trip, I now saw no hesitation in them now. I knew in an instant that this was the night. The night. The one I had been waiting for with so much anticipation. 

I bent down and brushed my lips over the sole of your foot, causing you to giggle and pull your knees to your breasts. I grasped your ankles and pulled your errant legs back down straight, pinning them there. And with a stern expression, which you could always seem to see through, I growled, “Am I going to have to tie your arms and legs to the bedposts to get you to stay still? “Oh, God yes, Daddy,” you squeaked, and I shook my head. “You are so incorrigible. I just spent the last 18 hours traveling home. And as much as the thought of tying you up and having my way with you excites me, I just don’t have the energy for it tonight, sweetie. So just be a good girl and lay still.” 

You tried to hide the disappointment from your face but still compiled and kept your legs straight while whispering, “Party pooper,” dejectedly.  My smile grew mischievous, and I said, “No, Princess. Daddy was being mean. I was just teasing you. If you believed me when I said I was too tired to play after having been apart from you this long, I must be a better actor than I thought.” Your luminescent smile snapped back onto your elfin features and you covered your mouth, trying not to giggle when my lips brushed up your calves to your knees. Your muffled  giggles abruptly stopped and changed into a soft moan as my lips started to brush up your inner thigh towards the wet folds I saw before me. My fingertips skated ahead of my lips toward my destination, and were greeted by your warm wetness. I desired you so much I could barely think. I then grabbed your ankles and pushed your flexible legs up higher and higher until your knees rested to either side of your face. I told you to hold your legs up like that as I stood up and pulled off my boxer briefs, my stiff shaft springing up as soon as it cleared the material. Pre-cum wept from the tip as I climbed over you and gently rubbed the tip up and down your wet lips. 

Your moan changed into a whimper of need when I did that, and I looked into your eyes and said, “Is today the day?” I saw a half second of indecision and fear in your eyes before seeing a change.  I now saw that a decision had been made. I saw need and anticipation in them.  “Yes, Daddy. I’ve wanted this since you took off on your trip. I was going to let you do it the night before you left, but I guess I just chickened out at the last minute.  But when you held me in your arms that night and told me how much you loved me and how you were willing to wait for as long as needed, that’s when I decided to let you have me when you got back. I even decorated a Welcome Back cake which I wrote, ‘Fuck Me’ on, but you never gave me a chance to finish making you welcome dinner, let alone serve the cake.” You giggled again at the look on my face when I heard you made a cake with the words ‘Fuck Me’ on it.

As I continued to rub the tip of my throbbing cock up and down your increasingly wet lips, your desire reached an intolerable level.  “Do it, Daddy. I’ve wanted you so badly the whole time you were gone.  I swear while you were gone, I’ve had more orgasms about you fucking me when you got back home than I can count.  And now that you are here, especially now that you have this fucking sexy beard and tattoos, oh my God. Tattoos?! You got them for me? And the beard?”  When I nodded my head yes, tears welled up in your eyes; tears of joy mixed with wanton lust. “Take me, Daddy. Take me now,” you said as your hand grabbed my shaft and forcefully guided it into the entrance of your streaming pussy.  “You sure, sweetie?” I said as I never wanted to do anything you weren’t ready for. “Please fuck me, Daddy,” you whispered intently. And that look alone almost make me cum. 

So I slowly pushed the head of my cock in and out a fraction of an inch more each time as you started to lift your hips up and down off the bed, matching my rhythm. Slowly, very slowly, my cock disappeared into your tight pussy more with each thrust until I could feel the head press at your hymen. I thought I might have to make you bite the bullet, so to speak, and break through it with one powerful thrust.  But I was shocked when your intense level of arousal and the vast amount of wetness you were producing, along with constant and slowly increasing pressure on it allowed my cock to pass through the hole in your hymen with no tearing.  I smiled in relief, since this was the first time in all the times I had sex with a virgin where there was no tearing. I felt so stupid now, having just learned that the tearing had not been necessary those times.  

I was slowly pumping in all the way in and all the way out and your whimper changed into a deep moan. “Ohhhhhh, God, Daddy. That feels sooooo fucking good.” Your hands gripped the sheets, and you continued to lift your ass up and down to meet me so that the base of my cock pressed mightily into your clit on each thrust.  The feeling was beyond wonderful. The love I felt for you, combined with the feeling of your warm, wet, tight pussy around my cock, and even more so the look of pure ecstasy in your eyes at feeling a man inside you for the first time was pushing me towards orgasm much faster than expected. Your hands moved to your small breasts of their own volition and started to massage them. And as my pumping intensified, I bent down and had you hold your stiff nipple to my lips where my tongue tip circled it as your legs wrapped around my waist and you begged me to fuck you harder.  I knew I couldn’t keep from cumming much longer as I now sucked your other nipple into my mouth and flicked my tongue over it. 

Your hands began to stroke through my hair as my throbbing cock now pounded into your pussy and my hands slid around under your ass. I lifted you up as as I knelt back so that we were upright. As I lifted your pussy up and down on my cock, I said, “God, Princess, this feels so awesomely good.” You bent forward and kissed my neck and pleaded, “Daddy.  Can I cum, please?” When I felt your pussy start to clench on my cock rhythmically I answered, “Yes, sweetie. Let’s cum together.” Your asking to cum like that with such intensity was so hot that it pushed me over the edge.  “Fuuuuuuuuck! I’m cumming!” I yelled. And the second I said that, you came so hard that you bit your lip.  I grabbed your face and kissed your bloody lips as we came in unison. I knew you could feel my cum squirting into you over and over. The feeling of pleasure racing through me was indescribable.

Eventually, when our orgasms subsided, I flopped onto my back as our orgasms subsided, the exhaustion from my long trip finally hitting me. And as you lay on top of me, my still stiff cock inside you, you gave my face little kisses all over.  “I loved it, Daddy.  Now I wish we would have done it sooner.” You smiled as I was overjoyed to see the love filling your eyes. “I loved it, too, Princess.  And I love you.” I kissed you tenderly and licked off an errant drop of blood from your chin. “Does it hurt?” I queried as I looked for the cut on your lip where you had bit it. “Nah, Daddy. I’m still so high from our sex that I don’t feel any pain,” you smiled as your fingertip traced the line of my jaw.  “The next time you go on a trip, Daddy, I’m coming with. It’s . No negotiation.”  “Ha ha ha.  Ok, Princess. You won’t find me disagreeing. Two months was way too long to be apart,” I said as I kissed the tip of your nose. “Let’s never be apart ever again.”

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TokyoDaddy

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