What is a “Breeding Bunny?”
I’m glad you asked. Until six months ago I asked this very question. To put it simply, a “Breeding Bunny” is a sex worker. A sex worker who is paid handsomely for his or her services in exchange for indulging the fantasies of their client, which in my case turned out to be the CEO of a major law firm.
Breeding Bunnies specialise in submissive work. We’re expected to do as we’re told, do it well and if we really hate it, we can cry about it later (sometimes the client likes it when we cry about it just a little). We are to refer to our clients as “Daddy” or “Mistress” and wait on their beck and call. It is our sole duty to pleasure them in whatever way they see fit whether we like it or not because after all, we’re being paid a shit ton to do it. Since Breeding Bunnies take part in exclusively unprotected sex, it is our legal obligation to use birth control at all times. For some clients this may take away the fun, but most female Breeding Bunnies (like myself) are on the pill, so our male clients can enjoy raw pussy without any of the risk.
In my time as a Bunny, I’ve been humiliated, teased, edged and stroked until I was a sobbing, dripping mess. It’s my job to bend over and take it whenever my client sees fit, and this is exactly where the “breeding” part of my job means business.
My Daddy has a massive breeding kink. Huge. I’ve never met anyone quite like it, unloading load after load of his hot, sticky cum deep inside my pussy. Day after day, hour after hour I take his dick and moan like a whore while he screws me over the desk. In the bathroom. On the floor. It’s not a normal day at the office unless he fucks me at least five times a day. He’s constantly on edge, always horny and his job is extremely stressful. He takes it out on me, pounding my pussy until completion when he releases with a satisfied groan.
At first he’d only fuck me in the bathroom. I was shy and he indulged me, even though I knew the other employees could hear my moans outside. But then he insisted I prove my loyalty to him and do as he says, starting by telling me I was to no longer wear panties beneath my skirt so I was always ready to “work”. Of course, I protested. He told me it was okay and to follow him out into the main office where everyone else was working. I did as he said, quietly following him until we stopped in the centre of the room.
He called everyone’s attention, my mouth dropping open when he started to loosen his belt, all eyes on his cock as it sprung from his pants. He didn’t seem to care about the audience, telling me to kneel as he pushed me to my knees and pushed his cock against my lips.
“Suck.” He ordered, his hands firm in my hair. “Or I’ll punish you worse.”
My heart was pounding in my chest.
I could feel tears forming in my eyes.
I was so embarrassed, but what else could I do? I pushed his cock into my mouth, trying my best not to gag when he rocked his hips. For twenty minutes he made me suck his cock in front of everyone before he came on my face. He told me I couldn’t wipe it off until the end of the day, and that’s how everyone in the office found out I was the CEO’s slut.
He must’ve gotten a taste for humiliating me because now he makes me suck his dick everyday. During meetings. During conference calls. While he’s Skyping clients, the camera angled strategically at his lap. I never wear panties anymore and on multiple occasions he’s made me walk around with cum dripping between my legs. He fucks me while he talks to co-workers and punishes me if I’m too loud while they talk business.
If I behave sometimes he’ll “reward” me by making me lift my skirt in front of everyone while he goes down on me. He’s doesn’t stop until I’ve cum, pleasuring my pussy until one orgasm rolls into the next and I’m moaning like a whore. One time he made me spread my legs and sit up on the receptionist’s desk and didn’t stop teasing me until I squirt. I couldn’t look the secretary in the eye for weeks. But I had no idea this was only the beginning.
It all came to a head two days ago when Daddy ordered me to come into work completely naked. I tried feebly to hide my body as I snuck from the company bathroom nude but I know at least three people saw me with wide accusatory eyes. I could feel the lump in my throat as I reached Daddy’s office, my stomach dropping to the floor the moment I opened the door.
Seven pairs of eyes.
All on me.
It was a meeting of the board. The seven most important men in our region all gathered together in one room.
And they’re eyes are all on me.
I stumbled backwards, reaching for the door as I threw a hand over my breasts. Daddy stops me, calling me by name.
“Sophia.” He says, his tone cold and calculated. “Come join us.”
I know if I don’t do as he says whatever punishment he comes up with will be ten times worse. I swallow at the lump in my throat as I do as I’m told, eyes on the floor as I join his side.
I flinch when his hand touches my arm, pulling my hands from my body as the directors stare right through me.
Daddy smiles, nudging me towards the table. “Get up.” He says.
His voice isn’t kind.
I do as I am told.
I sit on the edge of the table. Daddy stands up. He puts his hands on my hips. “On your back.” He says.
I do as I’m told. Daddy takes his position between my thighs, hard in his jeans. “Spread em.” He says.
I hide my face in my hands as I offer myself up to him, the familiar clink of his belt resounding in my ears as his pants sink below his hips. I groan when his cock pushes against my lips. I know what comes next and I barely have time to brace myself as I open around him, Daddy sinking to the hilt deep inside me as he sighs a satisfied sigh.
I gasp when his tip kisses my cervix. I feel so full. He starts to stroke my pussy, slowly at first, speeding up until he’s pounding. I cry out, my moans the soft squelch of wet flesh and the slap of skin on skin the only sounds in the room. Daddy groans. He bites his lip as he pounds me deeper. I start to sob. I don’t know how much more I can take.
I feel his cock twitch. He pushes my thighs up against his body. I feel my pussy squeeze as I squirt, Daddy moaning as he pumps me full of cum, thick, creamy ribbons shooting against my cervix as I take it all.
He pulls out, his cock followed by an excess of cum. My thighs are shaking as I catch my breath. My pussy twitches.
At least it’s over now.
Daddy chuckles, as if to dispel that thought. He must’ve seen the hope on my face. I look at him with fear.
“Gentlemen of the board, thank you for your continued cooperation in this business that makes our firm so great. Might I express my gratitude by offering up my Bunny? I think you’ll find she’s just what you need.”
The men waste no time in pushing out their seats, hands on their belts. Suddenly I’m surrounded by cocks, pulsing and throbbing. They’re rock hard and dripping with precum, all lined up for my pussy.
Daddy smiles. I can feel his cum dripping from between my legs. I tell myself it’ll only be a moment.
Fast forward to now. Me typing out my story. Relaying the details. Relieving the humiliation over and over in my head. I can still feel the ache of my pussy after I came home from work that day, flooded with cum. The worst part is the day after I touched myself to the memory. I can’t believe what this job is doing to me.
Work doesn’t start until tomorrow, but Daddy has already texted me his latest request. He says the directors will be back mid week and I should be ready. He also messaged me telling me I need to quit birth control immediately and I better do what he says.
I look at the pills in my hand, standing over the bin.
I know this violates the rules of the contract but I have to do what Daddy says, right?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/yly4n9/the_gripping_tale_of_how_i_became_a_breeding