Bred from Afar – Long Distance Love Affair – CNC

For a friend…

They met by chance. His words spoke to her from some place from beyond. Some place they shared before they ever met.

She had stumbled upon something he had written and posted online. A dirty story, filthy smut, and his words rang true to her and she commented on it.

“I felt like I was there.” She said.

Her comment was all it took to open the door.

A rapid exchange of messages ensued. Back and forth, shared interests, kinks, likes and dislikes, they were so honest with one another. Nothing was too taboo, they shared it all. Deep dark secrets, experiences, and fantasies.

A true submissive she called him Daddy from the very beginning and he called her baby girl. A little cliché for sure, but it fit them both so well.

He had a window into her from the beginning. He had touched a nerve and what she shared with him only strengthened his understanding. He would play that to his advantage.

Their pairing in the physical sense was problematic. Separated by thousands of miles. Still they carried on an online relationship. And it built over time.

They were also separated by years, her 30, to his 45. This dynamic only increased their bond. They were close enough in years to have some shared interests and far enough away to quench their thirst. Her for an older domineering man, him for a sweet young submissive slut.

Initially she was in control. Young and beautiful. Long blonde hair, athletic build, tall at 5’10, D cup breast, strong muscular legs and a round firm ass. A woman in her prime, and fully in-tune with her sexuality. A woman’s body in full bloom, ready for breeding.

The man was obsessed with her and she knew it. But she had played her hand way too quickly. He knew what made her tick. And that is what she wanted anyway was a man to take control of her. He knew this from the start.

So it was only a matter of time. He started to control her from thousands of miles away.

First, he commanded her to break off any and all romantic ties. A beautiful, intelligent woman she had a few different men in pursuit of her at the time. She was the kind of woman that men married, the kind of woman that had her pick. Her own selectiveness is all that had kept her unwed up to that point. Always looking for the perfect man, and never finding her perfect match.

She did as she was told, and severed all ties and fully devoted herself to this new man in her life. Her long-distance man. Her Daddy.

She was a bit of a kinky girl already, before they ever met. Denying herself orgasms for long periods of time, by her own choosing. She enjoyed the feeling it gave her. The built up energy. She was in a constant state of arousal, she would continually edge herself, and she tracked her ovulation.

She told him early on that she was in heat around these times and had that she had not orgasmed for weeks. Always counting the days, and tracking her her cycle.

She started to save her orgasms for him and he would only allow her to cum at his command while keeping her under his spell. She salivated for him, he was in total control of her by that point.

She let him control her from afar in every way imaginable. He told her what to do, what to wear, and what to do to please him. She obliged his every command of her.

She fell in love with him.

Although he was not there to serve her physical needs in person, he proxied through her and kept her satisfied. She enjoyed being ordered around, and she performed for him. Whatever Daddy wanted. He understood her, and they held a deep connection. She surrendered to him deeper and deeper as time went on.

She yearned, and they discussed their future, and what would happen next. She saved herself for him and she would have done anything he asked of her.

Things were most intense around her ovulation window each month. She could not stop touching herself and she sent her man photos and videos showing her ooze. Her pussy pulsing and throbbing, and dripping her nectar.

Around these times, the orgasm denial was often too much for her to bear, she would beg him for release and usually he would allow it. But the last time, the last time she heard from him, he told her no and her squirming torment would have to continue.

As quickly as their long-distance love affair had started, it abruptly came to a halt. He quit answering her messages and her phone calls. She was hurt deeply. She could not understand how a man who had showered her with so much attention could just disappear. He ghosted her, and she felt like a fool.

He had held her desire to release herself through orgasm in the palm of his hand and it had been months since he had allowed her that release. But when he quit responding to her, her lust for him turned to a wounded heart.

Heartbroken, her abstinence from orgasm turned to loss of desire completely. All she could do is think of him. She could not eat, could not sleep. He had broken her heart and her whole body ached with sadness. She had no communication with him cut off completely. She felt so alone.

She shed tears for this man who had so cruelly entered her life and had disappeared without so much as a goodbye.

“Why would he do that?” She thought.

She thought of silly scenarios to keep her sanity.

“Maybe something happened to him?” She reasoned with herself. “Maybe he died in a tragic accident?”

Any reason she could tell herself to ease the pain he had left her. She was broken.

Her pain eventually turned to anger and resentment toward him. She knew deep down that he had just left her, from a distance, no matter what explanations she told herself. She was saddened at how easily he had disregarded her. Like a piece of garbage he tossed her away, on edge, dripping for him. He just disappeared.

It had been exactly one month since he had broken things off. She struggled with complex feelings during this time as the arousal of her ovulation window was still ever present as she cycled, but she was saddened and had still not been able to forget him. She was lovesick. Left with a broken heart.

As abruptly as he had broken things off he suddenly reappeared. One month later. Thousands of miles he had made his trek to her. There he stood on her doorstep on a hot summer eve.

He beat on her door loud and deliberate. Startled she looked through the blinds to see him standing there, she was appalled. She opened her door and stood there speechless looking up at him towering above her. He was taller than she had imagined.

She stood there frozen in the doorway. Vulnerable in her sleep wear, wearing only a pair of short-shorts, and a tee-shirt.

She knew him only from the pictures they had shared over their long-distance love affair. But there he was in the flesh. Her long-distance man, her tormentor. The man that had left her hanging with no answers. Staring into her with his dark, almost black eyes. No expression, no compassion. This man that had taken her from afar and toyed with her emotions.

She was furious. She wanted no part of what she had felt over the last month and just at the moment when she was ready to start to heal, he reappears. She was disgusted.

She attempted to slam the door back in his face, but he held it open with his strong arm. He did not try to explain anything to her, not a word did he say. He just held the door open and she tried in vein close it and to shut him out of her life once and for all. But he was too strong. He forced his way inside her apartment.

Once inside he tried to hold onto her, to console her, but she fought him. She swung her arms wildly and beat on his chest as he attempted to pull her close to calm her.

She cried out.

“What the fuck is the matter with you? How could you do this to me?”

He pulled her in closer but she flailed. She was out of his control. She was a strong woman and he struggled as he tried to gain control of her.

He blocked a couple of violent blows that she threw toward his face and he grappled her and forced her down onto the carpet just inside of her front door. She sobbed and whimpered.

He pinned her to the floor on her back. He ripped open her loose fitting shirt and exposed her breasts. She continued to fight him from below and he dodged blows as he ripped the clothes from her body. Wrestling and struggling as he pulled off her shorts. He tore the skimpy panties she wore into pieces and there her naked open body was displayed for him. Ready for his taking.

She bucked wildly beneath him as he undid his pants, still fighting him off. She kicked and she squirmed, enraged at his nerve.

He forcefully grabbed her throat to take control of her, this wild beast below him, untamed, full of scorn.

He tightened his grip and looked into her eyes.

“Stop this.” He barked.

She stopped for a second, listening to his order. Both of them breathing deep from the struggle.

“Don’t you know that I have crossed thousands of miles just to be here with you. I have dreamt about this moment.” He whispered down to her in a gruff voice.

She looked up at his serious face, gazing into his almost black eyes peering down at her. This was the moment. This is going to happen she thought. He is going to rape me.

He pushed himself into her and she unwillingly accepted him, her body instinctively wet to facilitate him. Still half fighting his animalistic trusts into her body, she weakened. The night air was hot and their bodies were damp with perspiration as he violated her. As he forced his way inside of her, she grunted.

She squirmed and tightened her strong legs in a grip around his torso as he forced himself upon her. Still holding on to her last attempts to fight him off, but also feeling the length of his manhood pressing deep inside of her.

Her struggles soon gave way and she allowed him to take control. She surrendered to him.

Waves of pleasure reverberated through her as he forced himself. Heavy trust after heavy trust. Using her body to serve his needs. She turned her head to the side and moaned and let go as he fucked her hard against the carpet.

He whispered to her in his deep soothing voice, his cock deep inside her.

“How long I have waited for this, to be here inside you. We are now one.” Her body tingled as his sweet words rang in her ear.

“Have you imagined this moment baby girl?”

She could not answer him, she could not utter a word, coming to a powerful orgasm within seconds of him speaking those words. It had been ages since she had released, she pulled her legs apart wide and pulled him in deeper. Her body twitched and convulsed with pleasure beneath him. Her pussy pulsed as she creamed on him.

He smiled and knew he had her once again. Putty in his hands. Back under his spell.

He was not able to last much longer than she had. They both could not control themselves. They had been building up to this moment for months. No longer separated by distance, they were both there in that moment. Suspended in that space in time with one another.

For her, this was what she had waited for her whole life. Her perfect man. All worth while, worth the wait. No matter how cruel he had been to her, he came back to her.

And now he filled her and she felt complete. She accepted him fully and completely, and she forgave him. Her Daddy.

As he orgasmed he pumped his semen deep inside her fertile womb.

He looked down at his girl. So gentle and so sweet. He whispered in her ear and shivers ran over her.

“Thank you baby girl. I have missed you so much my dear. I came all this way for you. Thousands of miles. I came all this way to make you a mommy. And now we will never be apart again.”

She felt his cock spasms inside of her as he filled her up. Releasing every last drop of his seed into her. Their bodies now bonded into one.

Her sweet voice answered.

“I love you Daddy.”

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