She takes them

You see out of the corner of your eye the moment she takes the pills from you, popping them into her mouth. Smiling, you grip the wheel as you turn onto Sea View Ave. You were 5 miles from the motel when your Cialis-fortified cock started throbbing. Coming around a corner, you see in the distance a cruise ship pulling into port.

Then off to the right you see it: The Paris Motel. Sure enough, on the street in front of the motel are three ladies that screamed "streetwalker."

Bailey swallowed, asking, "Are those..."

You looked at one of the women in Lycra booty shorts with a top held together with safety pins and laughed.

"Yes, my dear, they are," you reply, chuckling.

Bailey clutched her hands. Mnnnnn nervously. "Why are we..."

She winced, hissing in pain, as your fingers painfully gripped her hair. Leaning over you roughly, hiss into her ear, "Because, little girl, your daddy's whore. And Daddy will take you and display you however I want."

With your other hand you reach over, and with a savage tug, tear a second button from Bailey's shirt. She moaned as the shirt gaped, leaving her breasts almost totally exposed. Letting her hair go, you could see arousal and humiliation in equal parts in her gaze.

"Let's head to the office," you say, getting out of the car. You wait by the front as Bailey works up the courage to get out. She spends some time trying to close up her shirt before giving up. The door opens as she slips out onto the pavement. She tugs the skirt down as far as she can before reaching into the back for her bag. The way her hips swayed as she walked in the heels was enticing, to say the least.

Joining you at the hood, you reach out, capturing her hand. Her heels clicked on the pavement as you walked to the dingy office of the Paris Motel. Halfway across the parking lot, the Hookers noticed the two of you.

"OOOOhhhhh, she looks like a newbie," one of them cackled.

The second of the trio, a Black woman, called out. Her voice was slurred from either **** or **** and called out, "Hey girrrrrlllllll, make him wrap up unless he's paying extra."

The third hooker looked like she was going to say something when a car slowed down before stopping in front of them.

Squeezing her hand, you say, "Thank the woman for the advice."

Bailey shoots you a look, mumbling, "I can't believe...." Raising her voice, she calls out, "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."

The woman cackled at her before replying, "Hey honey, if she needs any pointers, I'll give you a teacher's discount."

Bailey cringed, growling, "I don't need fucking pointers from a fucking hooker."

Entering the office, you see a young 20-something young man sitting in a chair behind the desk.

Looking up as you enter, he says, "Welcome to the Paris Motel...." He drifts off as he takes in Bailey's breasts fully on display. His bored look changes into a leer as he licks his lips.

Turning his attention to you, he asks, "Sir, we offer rooms by the hour or by the day."

You glance at Bailey, then at him, saying, "Oh, I think we'll have the full night." Nodding, he looks down, reaching for the paperwork. After a few minutes, you sign the room agreement and hand the young man 55 dollars.

"Here you go, room 16, and don't forget checkout is at 2pm," he tells you while handing you the room key.

Taking the key, you thank the young man before exiting the office. The two of you walk down the walkway to room 16. Walking to the room, you saw two of the hookers were still there. As you passed room 14, Bailey gasped at something repeatedly thudding against the door. Then you both heard a voice through the door yell, "You're nothing but a goddamn whore." Judging by the moans, she was at least pretending to have a good time.

Arriving at your room, you insert the key into the lock, then open the door. Bailey quickly brushed by you, rushing into the room. Entering behind her, you kicked the door shut while she threw her bag onto a 1970s-era kitchen table.

Rounding on you, she cried, "What the fuck did..."

Moving quickly, she yelped as you grabbed her by the shoulders. Before she could react, you spun her around and thrust her into the door with a loud thud. Stunned, she let out a grunt as your hand shredded the three remaining buttons on the shirt.

"Please," she whimpered as you pinned her to the motel room door. Grabbing her by the throat, you growl,"Your daddys whore and ill fuck you wherever I want," before savagely kissing her. You drink down her whimper as your tongue thrusts deep, conquering hers.

Letting go of her throat, your hands move down, gripping her skirt. Tugging the fabric, you bunch it around her hips before grinding your erection into her weeping snatch. Bailey moans into your mouth as you feel one of her legs slide up, trying to wrap around you. Breaking the kiss, you turn her head, running your tongue along her beating pulse.

"Moan like the horny slut you are," you growl. Her lips were swollen from your plundering of her. Gasping for air, she shivered, a low moan erupting from her throat as your fingers curled painfully around her left breast. Lifting the tit, her nipple was almost throbbing with need. Opening your mouth wide sucked in as much of the delicate flesh as you could. Bailey's back arches keening, "Daaaadddddyyyyyy...." as you drew down on the crest. Giving the nipple a good suck, you let pop free.

Sliding your hands between your bodies, you begin to work on unbuttoning your pants. "After tonight," you groan, "you'll be so addicted and cock drunk. You'll spread your legs whenever I click my fingers." Shoving your pants down, Bailey moaned as she felt your fuck stick against her slick core.

Staring into her hazy eyes, you saw the same **** need to cum that was in yours. Still you waited; you wanted to hear her beg for it. You wanted her final capitulation. Adjusting yourself, you grind your iron rod into her hungry cunt. You could feel her juice drooling out of her fuck slit onto your cock while her clit rubbed against your shaft.

"Beg for it, whore," the beast roars. "tell me what you need."