One Shots

Kiss Me Through The Phone (MxF)

They met on a dating site and she was infatuated from, basically, the first word.

He wasn’t especially good looking but when she talked, he listened. She wanted to be a writer and told him that one of the books she wrote was doing well and that she wanted this to be her career.

Somehow, after all the small talk and the ‘getting to know each other stage’ was over, the conversation turned into that of what their kinks were and when she told him that she was a closeted submissive with a ‘Daddy’ kink who liked the idea of being degraded and humiliated, he seemed to come alive.

The relationship, for her, seemed to open up then but he seemed to become more...closed off and cold then.

He would still talk to her every day, but he commanded that she be the first to message him since she was the one that got up the earliest. She didn’t mind, though. She smiled as she woke up and reached for her phone, texting his number.

*Good morning, Daddy. I missed you when you fell asleep but I hope you’re sleeping well.*

It wouldn’t usually be until another three to four hours before, after checking the message to see if it had been read, that she would get a text message from him and her face would immediately light up.

*Good morning. I slept pretty good. What about you*

Usually, she was into guys who displayed better grammar. And his wasn’t bad, but she usually liked for guys to add punctuation to everything. She was usually a stickler for those kinds of things but for him...she didn’t seem to mind.

She started asking him questions about himself and although he opened up and told her, he was still rather cold. But she ate every word he said out of the palm of his hand and he knew this.

He read her story that she wrote, the main male character being almost exactly like him, he would say. And they would talk for hours about what he would do if he were in her main male character’s place.

He even caught on that the main female character was based heavily on her and she blushed.

*Yeah. Right down to the hair color. There are some differences but how she reacts and how her opinions are... She’s me, basically.*

*So you want what she wants. You want your main male character but in real like.*

He never seemed to ask as he always just knew.

*Yes. But I want...harsher words.* She would admit.

*So, you want to be a w***e? A worthless little w***e whose place in life is at my feet begging for my c**k in your mouth? That’s what you want, isn’t it, you f*****g slut.*

She smiled, beamed actually. She loved seeing those words on her screen.

*Yes, Daddy. Please? I’ll be so good for you.*

See, she traveled for work so she matched with him while she had been in his area but she never stayed in one place for more than 12 hours. Just enough to eat, sleep, and she would be gone in the morning.

He had agreed to be her long-distance Daddy and she was so overcome with feelings for him.

She loved that he was cold to her. She loved that he called her a worthless w***e and a dirty little slut and that she wasn’t worth more than even the gum on the bottom of his shoe.

He often asked her to write out scenes for him of what she would do for him if she was with him and she obliged him because she wanted to make him proud to say that she was his.

*If I was with you and you were standing up, I would be on my knees in front of you, looking up at you. This is where I belong, below you. You own me and I am nothing without you.*

It would only be a second before he would immediately read the message and then reply.

*Good start. Definitely true. My hand is on my d**k now so finish, slut. Tell me what you’d do next and you better make Daddy proud.*

Her heart would race and she’d feel giddy that he was getting off on what she wanted to do to him.

*Then I would kiss both of your shoes and then look up at you again. “Can I suck you off, Daddy,” I would ask. You would pat my head and say, “Yes.” I would then unbutton your pants and slowly pull down the zipper. “Faster,” you’d say as you clenched your teeth. Your c**k would be so hard as I pulled your pants down that your boxers would barely be able to fit it, right? You want my mouth so much that you’d just be twitching in your boxers.*

She’d sent that and being typing the next message. She’d done this several times with him and so he knew by now that she sent several messages.

*I’d then pull your boxers down, watching as your c**k sprang out. “Can I touch it, Daddy,” I’d ask and you’d nod, saying nothing at all. Your eyes would be dark and your breathing would be coming out in pants as you watched me take hold of your c**k and kitten lick the tip.*

She sent the message and watched as it immediately said ‘Read’. He must’ve been staring at the messages, just waiting for then to come in.

*I’d then run my tongue all over your c**k so that I’d make it nice and moist and then I’d take the head in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. I’d listen to the sound of your breathing and I’d have my eyes on yours the whole time. You’d then put your hand on the back of my head and push me down to take you all. At first, I would gag and tears would well up in my eyes, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Daddy?*

*You’d like to watch as tears ran down my face while your c**k was shoved so far down my throat that I gagged? You’d be so proud of me, wouldn’t you, Daddy?*

She waited then. Waited to see what he would say and if he liked it so far.

*Yes, I would.*

Is all he would reply but she knew that meant to continue and so she would.

*I’d then put my hands around your thighs and watch as you took my head in your hands and f****d my mouth. Spit would be trailing down my chin and tears would be staining my cheeks and my make up would be a wreck as you shoved your fat c**k down my throat, barely letting me breathe. But when you did, when you would pull out for a moment, a line of spit would connect the head of your c**k to my bottom lip and you’d rub it on my swollen lips.*

She would take a deep breath, feeling herself getting worked up as well, and she would have to remind herself that this was for him.

*You’d push back into my mouth and shove your c**k down my throat again. My eyes would be red and my throat would hurt from the pounding but my p***y would be throbbing. Can I touch myself, Daddy? Would you let me as you f****d my mouth?*

She waited for his reply, which came quickly.

*No. You would not be allowed to touch your p***y. You don’t get to touch what doesn’t belong to you. You know the rules, you worthless f*****g w***e. Maybe if you made me happy then I’d f**k you after I came in your mouth. Continue and don’t ask stupid questions again.*

She felt her p***y throb at his words and--ugh-- she wanted him so f*****g bad.

*Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.* She replied and began the scene again.

*Your hands would be wound in my hair, pulling at my tender baby hairs as you f****d my mouth and throat and I would take some of the spit that was dripping from the base of your c**k and begin to massage your balls gently. I’d feel you shudder and your eyes would portray how close you were to coming. You’d never let me know beforehand though. I wouldn’t be worthy enough for a warning. So, when you’d pull back slightly and unload all of your come into my mouth, you’d pull your c**k out and push my chin up. “Swallow my come,” you’d command and watch my throat as I did. “Show me,” you’d, then, say and I would. You’d spit in my mouth and kiss my swollen lips.*

She waited for him to read what she wrote and it usually came a few minutes after the last message.

*Thank you. I needed that today.*

Someone on the outside looking in would think that he treated her horribly and that she just took it but they would never know that she wanted this, she craved this. He knew what she wanted just as much as she knew what he wanted.

They fit well together, like yin and yang, both fulfilling fantasies for the other.

But it wasn’t all s****l.

She would ask him what he liked to listen to and it was mostly oldies. He usually didn’t like anything that came after the ’80s. She found that they liked most of the same music and he even turned her on to some artists from the ’50s.

She was fascinated with him and even then, after what their relationship had turned into, he would ask her about music that she liked and would listen to it and tell her his thoughts on it.

Even though he seemingly treated her like garbage and didn’t let her have a say so, it was all so they could get off.

He cared for her as she cared for him, though it added to the aesthetic for him to act cold. It kept her intrigued and added an air of mystery even though any question she asked about him was always answered honestly.

They shared some fantasies with each other. For him: the dirtier, the more perverted, the raunchier, the better.

He told her he wanted to put her in a kennel like a dog and have her there and naked while he was at work. He wanted her eager and waiting for him.

He even said that when she met him for the first time, he’d never let her go--said he’d put her in that kennel and put a lock on it.

This, of course, made her wet to hear and he even started calling her ‘puppy’ after this.

It was like music to her ears to hear that he wanted her.

She knew he did, but to actually see the words...see the emotion...

She felt that she had never wanted something so badly in her life.

And she even had some fantasies of her own to share.

*I want you to f**k me from behind and, at the same time, I want you to carve your initials into my skin with a knife. Right above my ass. I want anyone who is there after you to see who I belong to*

She was daydreaming about this particular scene. Even having him f**k her missionary and holding a knife to her throat, maybe running the knife across the delicate skin of her breasts...

She wanted it dangerous. She wanted her life in his hands. She wanted him to f**k the life out of her.

*Maybe I’ll just cut your throat and watch you bleed out as I f**k you. Even while you were bleeding out, you’d still f*****g love that, wouldn’t you?* He asked.

*Jesus, Yes! I’d love that!* She replied with a little heart.

She knew that it was just fantasy talk because they had discussed what her limits were for when they eventually did meet the next time she was in his area.

*I know most of the s**t you say is just fantasy. It is for me too but it’s so sexy even thinking that half of this s**t is what you’d let me do to you. No submissive has ever been so open with me. I don’t think any submissive has ever been okay with even just thinking about half the s**t you and I talk about.*

She would smile, her heart feeling about to burst.

*I’d let you do anything you wanted to me.* With a heart, of course.

*I’m starting to believe that you would actually let me do whatever I’d like just to please me and I really enjoy knowing that I have that much control over you.*

And what she loved the most was when he talked about getting her pregnant.

The first time he said something about it at the end of one of their scenes, she almost passed out.

*Yeah, my hands would be around your throat while I f****d you, pounding into your tight little p***y. And then I’d come inside of you, breeding you. You’d beg for me to f**k you again because knowing that Daddy’s seed was growing inside of you makes you wet. Doesn’t it?*

She hadn’t known that she had a breeding kink until then but after finding out that she did and letting him know that she, in fact, would definitely let him come inside of her without protection when they met, every scene after that involved him breeding her.

She was pretty sure that he liked the thought of breeding her, as well, as he always talked about ‘Daddy’s seed growing inside of you’.

It made her heart flutter every time she read the words.

She wanted to be close to him and share everything with him.

She even had on her location for him. She had never met him, never spoke on the phone with him but he knew where she was at any given time.

He would even ask her about it sometimes.

*Where are you now and where are you heading to?*

*Why don’t you take a look?* She’d answer and wait for him to check her location.

*I have a friend that lives around where you are. I’ve been and it’s nice there. Send me a picture of your view.*

She’d taken so many pictures of the different landscapes of the United States on her travels and he seemed genuinely happy to receive any picture from her.

They even talked about family. She knew a lot about his, that he took care of his nephew and that he was one of five boys--the second eldest.

*My older brother is married and the youngest boy who is 18 is known as the ‘pretty boy’ of us.*

And while he was only 26, with the way he acted, she would’ve guessed he was the eldest, when, in fact, his older brother was 30. She had an age gap kink and her being 22 and him being 26 wasn’t really an age gap but he acted so much older that she didn’t feel like she was missing out on that one.

*I doubt it. You’re the pretty one, I’m sure.* She told him and meant it. She thought there was no one more attractive on the planet. He was a 10 on her scale in every category.

*We do all look similar. I bet you’d find us attractive.*

The thought that they all looked like him and acted like him had her heart racing, her stomach hurting from possibly never knowing, and her brain feeling puzzled because while she was loyal to him, she really wanted a piece of all of them.

*Haha, maybe...* She replied, testing out the waters, not sure what he wanted from her.

*I’d let them share you. As long as I was there too.*

That message had her mind running through scenes of what that would be like. 4 of them all over her, kissing her, f*****g her, c***s everywhere, come all over her body as they used her for their pleasure.

*You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? You dirty little f*****g w***e. You’d love to have a c**k in every hole and then one in each hand, wouldn’t you?

She would feel her self grow wet. Her cheeks were the color of tomatoes now as the picture was seared into her mind.

*Yes, Daddy. But isn’t your brother married?*

*What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.* He said and for some reason, that made her even wetter.

But when she didn’t answer quickly enough, he sent another message.

*We can even invite my dad. You’d like him to f**k you too, wouldn’t you? You do have an age gap kink so I’m sure you’d have nothing to say about it.*

Truth be told, having his whole family using her, abusing her, leaving her filled and sticky and slippery with their come...

She wanted it.

*I want you in my p***y though, Daddy. They can have my ass, my mouth, and my hands, even my breasts, but I want you in my pussy.*

His reply came back instantly.

*You won’t get a say so, will you? You’ll take what I let them give you.*

She huffed and, though she didn’t like his punishment for when she back talked, she decided to push her luck.

*But Daddy. What if one of them comes inside of me?*

She waited for that ‘Read’ and then his response.

*Then you’ll get pregnant, won’t you?*

She had felt like screaming then and pressed her luck even further.

*I don’t want anyone getting me pregnant but you.*

His response was immediate.

*And I don’t give a f**k what you want. Are you sure you want to do this tonight? You know what your punishment will be.*

She had to take a deep breath to calm down. She was turned on because of how he was demanding but she was set that she only wanted him and what came from him to be inside of her.

But she knew that she should give in.

*I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll do what you want me to do.*

She sent a sad face emoji along with her message.

*I know you will. You’re a good girl.*

She was in the middle of her next message when he sent another.

*I wouldn’t let them f**k you without a condom. I don’t want any seed but mine growing inside of you.*

She smiled and felt relieved that all she had to do was give in and she would get what she wanted.

She felt relieved because she knew that if she wouldn’t have given in, he would’ve told her to leave him alone for the rest of the night.

The last time she got punished, he stopped replying in the middle of the conversation after he told her that he would stop talking to her.

*I’m sorry, Daddy. But I want you to be safe and take care of yourself!*

He had been playing baseball all day and was dehydrated and he had almost suffered from a heat stroke so she got on to him.

*I know but you don’t get to demand things from me. Apologize now.*

She had huffed and, instead of doing what he asked, she decided to continue.

*No. I won’t apologize for being worried about you, Daddy. I won’t. Next time I expect you to drink more water and stay out of the sun when you can.*

He had read her message but never replied.

And she waited for that reply for five minutes before she messaged back, her stomach in knots.

*Okay...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. In my defense, I care about you and only want what’s best for you. Just tell me that you’ll try to keep yourself healthy.*

Again, he read the message but didn’t reply.

She used his real name at the end of the message.

*Seriously, I just want to keep you safe. You do realize that, don’t you...?*

He read the message and she saw his reply bubbles and her heart clenched.

*Shut the f**k up and leave me alone. I won’t say it again.*

The message would’ve broken anyone elses’ heart and caused them to rage...but she knew that this was his way of punishing her over the long distance.

And after one more time of her back talking and not listening with him punishing her by giving her the silent treatment, she was the best puppy ever.

***

In the end, though, they never got to meet.

She broke things off with him, not because she couldn’t take how harsh he was to her, not because she was tired of him, not because she didn’t feel the same as she had at first, but because she wanted to fix the relationships in her own life and those would not allow for him to be in her life.

She could’ve fallen in love with him. She thought she had, actually.

She was only months away from meeting him.

*I just feel sorry for you. You know that I give you everything you want. We are literally each other’s fantasy and you’re throwing me away. I really hope for your sake that you’ve made the right decision.*

That was his last message to her.

And though she missed him, thought about him when she heard a particular song...

Sometimes it’s better to leave fantasies as just that instead of tasting them and being disappointed.

Even though her heart hurts to think about what could’ve been...

She’s glad that she never has to feel the sting of disappointment that any fantasy she would’ve played out with him would never be as good as the reality she’s in now.