Tie Me Up Daddy

by Cassandra Dee

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  A SNEAK PEEK

  “That’s right, baby,” Christopher said. “Make yourself feel good, and then make me feel good too.”

  Barbie obeyed, and slowly pulled the dildo out of her twat. Pushing Christopher’s knees up again, she gently pressed the shaped head against his ass, making him moan in anticipation against Marie’s pussy. She continued pushing until the toy was an inch into his anus, soothing the tense muscles of his sphincter.

  “That’s right, sir,” she cooed. “Big dildo in anus make big man come!”

  CHAPTER ONE

  Chris was in his element. He’d sensed his prey, a vacuous bimbo in a too tight pink bandeau top with a leather mini-skirt and high heels, and immediately known that she was his for the taking. He sauntered over to the girl, loud club music pounding in his ears.

  “Hi honey,” she purred in a syrupy voice. “What can I do for you tonight?” she said, jutting her hips to the right, looking him up and down suggestively. She gazed at him appreciatively, taking in his enormous frame and obviously expensive clothes. Christopher was six foot three and model handsome, with the chiseled cheekbones and full lips of an Adonis, his dark brown hair swept back from his forehead in loose waves. The elegant cut of his black suit caught her eye as well. Paired with a stark white dinner shirt, minimal but expensive male jewelry, and luxurious wingtips, Christopher looked like a Wall Street banker ready to blow thousands on a high class hooker.

  But his assessment of her wasn’t quite as flattering. As he eyed her closely, Chris could tell that the blonde bimbo was nowhere near his usual cut. The blonde hair was peroxide, and not even done well. He could also see that her breasts, which from a distance looked bouncy and perky, but were artificial balloons close-up. If he was ever drowning, he hoped she’d be nearby to grab onto because those tits probably wouldn’t let her sink.

  “Baby, I thought I needed a drink, but I’ve decided that I’m not that thirsty,” he said to the blonde. He tried to be kind to the girls most times, even those that didn’t make his grade. What he could do with honey was much more powerful than what he could do with a whip.

  “Oh but I think I could make you thirsty,” the blonde said suggestively, brazenly edging down the top of her bandeau so that one dark brown nipple peeped out. Christopher was impressed. They were in a public place, and it wasn’t that dark inside the club. Sure, the people around them were stoned and high, but it was still bold for the slut to show him her breast right then and there.

  “Maybe I am a little thirsty,” he said softly, eyeing the rigid nipple exposed for his viewing. Even though he was an astute businessman instantly able to tell whether a girl was right, he still had no trouble fucking those who didn’t make the cut. “Care to join me out back?” he said, nodding towards the bathroom stalls in the rear of the club.

  “You got it honey,” said the bimbo, grasping his hand and pulling him through the crowds. “For you, I’ve got a special price,” she said with a coy smile.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Christopher was made of money, but not from banking. He was a pimp of the highest order. Expelled from the vampire coven at an early age, he was a ratchata, or a lone vampire. Forced to survive without the resources of the brotherhood, he’d turned to what suited him best – women. Trafficking in women wasn’t a moral quandary to him, it was merely the way he made a living. And if he enjoyed it and was wildly successful, all the more testament to his drive and ambition after being driven out by the other males.

  Christopher and the bimbo shut themselves into one of the stalls in the men’s bathroom, not caring that the lock didn’t work or that the door didn’t shut all the way. Around them they could hear the moans and grunts of other couples with the same thought on their minds. No one gave a fuck that the public bathrooms were grimy and disgusting. All they cared about were body parts, fluids, and orgasm.

  Christopher and his girl were no different. By now, she’d pulled the bandeau top all the way down so that her tits were on full view, and though artificial, they were huge and full. Hookers were often thoughtful this way – they wore clothes that were easily removed, the better not to hassle with complicated straps and buttons. God, how he loved a woman with street smarts. He promptly buried his face in the deep cleft between her tits, letting his tongue run through the valley.

  “I’ve got something to make that better for you,” she said. She pulled out a little vial of coke and snorted, purposefully letting some of the powder fall onto her breasts. Christopher took the hint and lapped the coke off of her cleavage, enjoying the slight hit and numbness on his tongue. Coke was nothing to him – it took a different type of drug to get a vampire off.

  Throwing her head back in ecstasy, the slut pushed her nipples into his mouth next, thrusting each hard point against his waiting tongue. Christopher obliged, sucking hard against the deep brown nipples. Personally, he was a pussy guy, but tits and ass were a close second and third. Besides, her nipples were better tasting than he’d anticipated – there was a slight hint of cinnamon on her skin added to the faint dusting of coke.

  The blonde then struggled out of all of her clothes in the confined space. This was quite unusual. The space was tiny, and most bathroom fucks took place with minimal clothing removed. It was more of an unzip and slam in, without a lot of skin on display routine. However, the slut was giving him her VIP treatment, and was now completely nude save for her five-inch heels. In the cramped stall, he could see her pussy running wetly, a rivulet of cream inching down her thigh, even if he couldn’t bend down to sample it with his tongue.

  To make up for the deficiency, he ran a hand between her legs and scooped up the cream with his finger, putting it in his mouth. Ever a connoisseur of women, he could taste from her juices that she was an addict and in poor health. The bimbo probably only had a few more years to go as a prostitute before things really took a turn for the worse, her shapely figure giving way to middle aged sag and creases forming in unsightly places.

  For now though, she was still hot and tight, and offering herself to him. Christopher stroked her pussy a few times with his fingers, encouraging the cream to flow, before turning her around to face the stall door. He unzipped and let his cock burst free, the purple head bulbous and engorged with blood. With little warning, he shoved his cock into her pussy, not bothering to put on a condom or provide any lube. She gasped in ecstasy, loving the hot slide of a big dick in her. He began fucking her in earnest, she completely nude save for her high heels, and he completely dressed, with just his cock poking out of his zip.

  The bimbo lay her cheek against the cold metal of the stall door and screamed, “More! Oh fuck me you big dick, fuck me.” Christopher loved dirty talk, it was the pimp in him that responded. He spread her ass cheeks wider for closer penetration and pulled her hips out more towards him so he could do a deeper drill. The fucking was intense, and soon he felt her come, her pussy spasming around his cock wildly, her screams filling the air. He slowed the pistoning of his hips until he came to a stop, letting her catch her breath, breasts heaving against the cheap metal of the door, pussy still running wetly.

  “God, that felt good,” she sighed. Christopher slowly pulled himself out of her body, and ran a finger through her ass crack. He’d chosen not to do her in the ass, but he required his girls to be pros on anal play and often tested them on their skills himself. Taking a square of toilet paper, he gently dabbed against her pussy and thighs, cleaning them of her cream.

  “But you didn’t come,” said the hooker,
catching her breath. “Or do you want me to finish you off in my mouth?” she asked.

  “Naw, I’m good,” he said. “I didn’t finish in you for a reason, and you’ll see why,” he replied, pulling out his billfold. Christopher had adopted the habits of very rich men – rich men carried their money in wallets in their back pockets, but very rich men used money clips in their front pockets. He took two five hundred dollar bills from his stash, and rolled them into a tight cylinder. Kissing the slut on the shoulder, he reached down and parted her pussy lips, slipping the money into her vagina.

  “Take that from a pimp who appreciates you,” he whispered into her ear. And with that, he left her in the stall and strode back out to the club.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Christopher lay back in the spa at his home, surrounded by three of his girls. The water bubbled hotly, a frothy brew of air, water and body fluids. All of them were naked, and the girls were simultaneously massaging his balls, teasing his anus, and pulling on his dick underwater. Life was good, and he spread his arms along the back edge of the spa, marveling at his good fortune.

  He’d been kicked out of the Northeast American vampire coven at fifteen for the rape of a serving woman. Ever a horny bastard, he’d assaulted one of the anonymous servant women in the hallway as a boy, hormones out of control, expecting the grey robes she wore to reveal an old hag.

  Instead, the robes had given way to a MILF, middle-aged but definitely still fuckable, with soft large breasts, wide hips, and downy chestnut hair covering her pussy. Seeing the luscious female form, he’d immediately pushed in with his cock and the serving woman had screamed, causing guards to come running.

  The coven had been merciless. The brotherhood had placed him in a cavern before a statue of the Mother, whose fangs ran endlessly with fresh blood. He’d been whipped, chained and shackled to the wall, his frame losing muscle and health as the days passed. Finally, he’d been tossed into the woods, naked but alive, left to fend for himself.

  Cursing, he’d barely survived the ordeal. Chris had found an old tree and crawled into the hollowed out base, covering himself with leaves. He’d survived on grass and insects for the first few days, and later let himself into an old hunting shack where he found a few ancient cans of tomatoes and beans. From there, the climb back to humanity had been excruciating. First, nursing himself back to health while supporting himself with petty crimes, and later, his first foray into trafficking. He’d had talent from the start, aided by his good looks and charm which persuaded the most attractive girls to join his harem.

  And to the extent possible, he was a decent pimp who treated his girls as valuable assets. He screened clients thoroughly, running background checks, credit checks, and health checks. He charged high prices, but the girls were worth it, totally clean, model-beautiful, without crazy psychological issues. He personally tested all of his wares himself, and frequently did second and third round check-ups to make sure his girls were eager and talented at their trade.

  Now, he turned his attentions back to the ministrations in the spa. Today, he’d indulged his group sex fetish and asked three of his best sluts to join him. These girls were generally the best at pampering, and their pussies had a silky feel unique to women of the race. Barbie, Pearl, and Marie each had long black hair, deep brown almond eyes, and slim figures with small, high breasts. The girls also had little tattoos on their lower backs of various Chinese characters – tramp stamps in kanji.

  Barbie was on his left side, circling his anus with her finger before inserting it up to her first knuckle. Pearl was tugging at his dick, running her smooth palm up his massive shaft before popping the tip. And Marie knelt behind him, massaging his shoulders while pressing her breasts to his back. Life just couldn’t get any better.

  “Sir,” said Barbie. “You like?” she queried, as she pushed her finger up a little deeper into his ass. He moaned and shifted in the Jacuzzi. The penetration was just the beginning -- he had a lot more in mind for himself and the girls.

  “Keep going,” he groaned, as Barbie explored further, embedding her entire finger in his ass. Meanwhile, Pearl increased the tugging on his dick, going faster and harder, while Marie slipped in front of him and began palming his balls, weighing each in her hand before squeezing and tugging slightly.

  The feelings in his ass grew more intense as Barbie pushed a second finger in to join the first. Christopher sat forward on the Jacuzzi seat to give her a better angle, and she took the hint, starting a slow, deep slide in and out. Christopher moaned, loving the triple treatment he was getting – balls, anus, and dick simultaneously stimulated.

  He then climbed out of the water, taking his time for the benefit of the girls. His physique was magnificent as he rose from the pool, drops of water streaming off of his massive pecs, his thick thighs like trees decorated with the hard pole of his cock at the top. He knew his girls were professionals because they’d fuck anyone who had money, but why not give them a treat? Let them enjoy pleasing a gorgeous man.

  The three girls followed him, their nubile bodies gleaming golden and silky in the light. Christopher moved to a pavilion he’d built near the pool specifically for sex, its jewel-toned silk cushions and plush mattresses a feast for the senses. He lay down on his back, gesturing for the girls to kneel about him.

  Barbie was the first to move, and pushed his knees up so that his ass was exposed. Continuing her ministrations, she inserted two fingers so that she was fucking his ass, in and out without the lubrication of the water. Christopher groaned and pulled his knees up even further, letting her get in deeper. One of the things he loved about ass fucking was that it was completely in contrast to his image as an alpha male. Who would have guessed that a prime specimen of masculinity like himself would let a little bit of nothing push things into his anus?

  Marie wanted in on the action as well. She spread her legs and positioned her pussy over his mouth, cunt dripping wetly with juices. Christopher took a lick, enjoying the deep melon flavor unique to her and began alternately sucking and licking her clit, taking the time to push his tongue into her hole at regular intervals, causing her to moan sweetly with pleasure.

  Pearl, meanwhile, had been lubing his dick with a tube of jelly kept in the tool chest next to the pavilion. Her hands were greasy, both from the lube and the huge stream of pre-cum leaking from the slit on his cock. She bent her head to taste the pre-cum, letting her tongue slide firmly against the rigid length of his shaft, before lifting a leg to straddle him and treating herself to a ride on his dick. The entry caused them both to gasp – Pearl moaning sweetly to the heavens and Christopher groaning his pleasure into Marie’s cunt.

  The three girls knew that a small camera mounted just above the pavilion tracked their every move with avid intensity. The camera was for Christopher’s business. Sometimes he watched the tape with his girls to critique their performance and offer suggestions on the finer points of sex play. Not that they needed anything on baseline skills. It was more advanced technique such as getting just the right tone of a scream, or how to suck someone’s dick when you were underwater.

  Sometimes Christopher watched the movies for his own pleasure. It was better than the best porn – his girls were professionals and knew how to take care of customers. They were gorgeous, telegenic, and unbelievably dirty – men paid high prices for their beauty queen looks and uncanny ability to please.

  Barbie was one of his most talented, with an ability to foresee men’s unspoken desires. She had reached into the “toy box,” as they called the chest, and pulled out a thick ten inch dildo made of clear glass, its shaft curved in a come-hither queue. Making sure that Christopher was occupied by the pussies on his cock and face, she inserted the dildo into herself, moaning wildly as the dildo stroked her g-spot. She did a few strokes with the dildo, oiling it with her personal lubricant, making sure it was shiny and wet for use.

  Scenting the telltale fragrance of jasmine emanating from Barbie’s cunt, Christopher looked up for a mome
nt to catch a glimpse of the hooker fucking herself with the dildo.

  “That’s right, baby,” he said. “Make yourself feel good, and then make me feel good too.”

  Barbie obeyed, and slowly pulled the dildo out of her twat. Pushing Christopher’s knees up again, she gently pressed the dildo head against his ass, making him moan in anticipation against Marie’s pussy. She continued pushing until the dildo was an inch into his anus, soothing the tense muscles of his sphincter.

  “That’s right, sir,” she cooed. “Big dildo in anus make Barbie come!”

  Christopher shifted his hips slightly, trying to adjust to the penetration. Meanwhile, Pearl mewled as she continued to ride his dick, slowing her movements to let Christopher focus on the object in his ass. Marie leaned forward onto her elbows so that her pussy was momentarily lifted from his mouth, giving him air to breathe to focus on the penetration.

  “Keep going sir,” encouraged Marie. “Pussy here when you finish.”

  Barbie continued her assault, inching the dildo in until it was fully embedded in Christopher’s anus. Only a real man could take a ten incher with three women watching, secure in his own masculinity. Barbie began fucking Christopher with the dildo, pulling it out almost all the way before sliding it back in smoothly, never losing contact.

  Slowly, the other girls integrated them back into the action, keeping to the rhythm of the dildo. Pearl lowered herself back onto Christopher’s dick in a squat, and began lifting her twat up and down his cock in time with the dildo, while Marie simultaneously lowered her cunt down on Christopher’s mouth and bumped him gently with her clit, encouraging him to suck once again. He was in heaven. He could smell the melon of Marie, the jasmine of Barbie, and the sweet oleander fragrance of Pearl’s cunt simultaneously, three aphrodisiacs hitting his senses at once.