A few years ago, I was in a transitional period in my life.
A death in the family early in the year led to breaking up with my long-term girlfriend led to me fucking one of the most nymphomaniac women I knew. But that’s not this story.
A few months later, a new barista started working at my local coffee shop. I had been a regular for years now, there early on the weekend mornings studying for my professional certifications. I was friendly with the staff, they liked me because I wasn’t creepy and I could occasionally divert the creeps by chatting with the staff. I’d get the occasional free cup of coffee for being a regular too.
Honey’s cute, and what you’d call “smol” with a personality that screamed “I’m a good girl. ;)” Right-sized breasts and ass for her petite, athletic frame. 5 foot 1 or 2, and maybe 100 lbs. Olive skin, and black hair. She wore it in this asymmetric bob that was longer near her face that would make this triangular shape that would make me crazy. When she rode me, I could almost touch my fingertips together when I held on to her waist. I was about 250 lbs and 6 ft then. Lots of weightlifting. A bit musclebound without being completely shredded.
I was rusty and unsure of myself on our first date, but it ended with us making out in the parking garage…and turned into dating someone who I had the most sexual chemistry with (still.).
There were flashes of a slut beneath. She told me once she fucked a guy in a church (which as an ex-catholic, made me quite lustful.). Another time, she said she got turned on reading the transcript of Monica Lewinsky’s testimony.
After our first “fight” she apologized by blowing me until I came down her throat.
Honey liked it rough, liked being choked, and loved calling me Daddy. “Please rape me daddy, before mommy walks in.” She would pull my hand to her throat and squeeze.
But, our values outside of the bedroom clashed. I am structured, almost by the book, and she was definitely more of a free spirit. She was transitioning away from that corporate soul crushing journey, and I was full tilt into it.
You’re not here for that though, you’re here for raunchy, hot fucking.
One date night was at the opera house. After the concert, we went to her place. I stripped her down to her white lacy bra and panties, and tied a box tie around her arms and chest for the first time. I brought a vibrator with 20 different vibe settings. After teasing her body, and putting her on her back still tied, I gave her an orgasm with every single setting before pumping her full of my seed. I’m blessed with a 7.5 inch cock, a bit of girth on it. For her tiny body though, it was giant, stretching her pussy to the brink. Honey loved to be bred.
On a Friday afternoon, we kept teasing each other via Insta. Honey wanted to be bound under my desk sucking while I was on the phone. It got me so hard in the conference room that I quickly shut down everything as soon as I could and drove over to her place, where she was waiting in bed in that lacy bra and panty set.
She was so small, that in bed, we’d both be on our sides, my hand around her throat squeezing while slamming her down on my cock. “Please rape me daddy, I love being raped in front of my friends.”
Hmmm.
Her brat side came out more and more.
One morning, during a work day, I mounted her and came. Vanilla, normal. I got up to get washed up to head to the office. But from the bed, Honey asked if that was all I had…Well, I got hard again right there. Climbed back into bed and fucked her full again, using my seed as lube.
Later on, I can’t recall the specifics, but plans that I had made for a nice dinner were thrown out because of us eating a late lunch. I was frustrated, as it wasn’t the first time this had happened. We decided we’d go out to a late movie. But how to pass the time?
We start making out, and eventually I pull out a piece of lingerie for her, a red fishnet bodysuit. She starts sucking me, getting me hard.
I had her put on the fishnet body suit, then pulled out my tool bag. Ropes, ball gag, blind fold. I gagged her, that bright red rubber ball matching her fishnets perfectly. Total blindness followed. A little bit of drool at the edges of the gag.
I laid her down on the bed, and then tied her thighs up and back to the headboard.
Then, her wrists.
I had tied a double column many times before. But this time, a mix of lust, frustration, and anger wanted me to put her in her place.
Obligatory warning: know you and your partner’s limits and safe words.
I took the leftover ends of the wrist tie, and looped it around her neck loosely, and then tied it off to the headboard. Pull Honey’s wrists away from her body, and the ropes would choke her.
She’s squirming, moaning, pulling at her ropes. And I keep fucking. I pull a little bit at her wrists for her to feel it. I’m getting drunk on power, on the total and absolute control I have over this fleshlight, this suck-puppet. My cock is pulsating, impaling her tight pussy while the rest of her body is at my mercy.
I notice, though, she starts pulling her wrists away, tightening the ropes around her herself. This tiny girl is choking herself while I’m fucking her, and she’s bound, gagged, and blind. Her body is quivering.
Was it twenty minutes? half an hour? a full hour? I recall being frustrated I hadn’t cum yet. I wanted to cum, I wanted to *breed*. Endurance I had in spades, and sometimes a tight pussy just wasn’t enough.
I’m slamming into her. My hips basically spanking her ass and thighs. Honey’s an incoherent mess. Brain is mush.
There has never been such a blur between pain and pleasure for me as when I finally came inside her, and flooded her. I felt like I was having a migraine. I lost my vision for a split second. She was shaking.
It was the most erotic experience I had ever had in my life.
When we finally came down to earth, I untied her, we cleaned up, and went to the movie.
We didn’t last much longer after that. I had stayed in my previous relationship too long for the wrong reasons, so I was a bit more ruthless in cutting things off when they didn’t seem to be working outside of the bedroom. I had other interference in life at the time.
Perhaps it was for the best? I am upset with myself, in hindsight, for not trying to work through our issues (not to mention grow myself as a person.). A month after we broke up, I had to leave for six months for a new job. Would it have been fair to subject her to long distance so soon?
She was still at the cafe when I came back. I saw her a few times. Awkward. Her shift would start later in the morning, so I tried to leave before she got there, or left as soon as she did. I didn’t want to be the creepy dude. Would she have been open to talking? Or had I convinced myself that we both moved on?
I’m older, kinkier, dirtier, and I wonder…what could have been? She was probably more open minded than me. Was there more we could have done? Public sex? Sharing her? Sharing me? Harder CNC? Alas, what could have been.
Honey moved to Europe shortly after I came back. I was happy for her to be advancing in her career. On occasion, I still think about her, bound, gagged, tied and quivering, ropes around her neck begging for daddy to breed her.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/luxfr2/mf_breeding_the_bound_bratty_barista