dupe # 9
by Peach State Greene

The way was dark aside from the photographic camera flashes. Mr. Red sat down naked on a little death chair across from the motel elbow room bed. Tina struggled on the bed against the R-2, each branch tied to a bed post.He stroked his fat hammer with a fist replete of lubricator. In the next room, he could hear Mr. yellow pounding in some sobbing sweetmeat. He never gagged the young lady like everyone else. He just had to hear them scream. The motel manager was a crookback Indian complained from time to time, but he had a girl about the age that Mr. yellow likes a did n't need to stimulate trouble.

Mr Red stood and walked to the camera. They were old poloroid cameras so he got his painting right away. He picked up a few and got on the bed with Tina. He grabbed her chin, squeezed, and ran his thumb against the bleak epithelial duct magnetic tape. Eyes all red and teary poor Tina had looked better. Like the first time he 'd seen her at the ice cream front room. Or when she wore that sassy little red frock on her escort last Sabbatum. But today she had n't even fag out make up for him.

`` See what you look like Tina ? ``

She tried to search away but Mr. Red kept her chin in his grip. Then Tina closed her heart and he sighed.

`` I guess we 'll cause to do something else then. ``

Mr. Red opened the Nox stand drawer and pulled out a prominent midst dildo he liked to telephone Stretch Neil Armstrong. He slapped Tina 's cheek with it, laughed, and then pulled out a big magnum condom. Tina 's eyes grew wide and she started to buck hard against the ropes but could n't get anywhere. Her red hair flew everywhere. Mr. Red just smiled and ripped the golden enhancer while the bed jumped under him. He rolled the condom on stint and squeezed a glob of lube on the tip.

`` You should feel lucky hunny. Mr. Yellow would n't use lube. But I 'm Nice. ``

He bit his lip. Mr. White had a very unplayful no describe ruler. Now Mr. Red was angry at himself. He crept into the bed and got behind Tina, grabbing a handful of her gentle shaking ass meat then drove reaching Satchmo into her petite pink dent. Tina screamed but he could barely see it through the tape measure, and her consistency stiffened. Mr. Red jammed more in and then pulled back, starting to shake the dildo back and forth. His eyes bulged watching her taut snatch squeeze play down. Mr. Red started touching himself again.

He pulled Stretch Armstrong away and Tina dropped on the bed, finally relaxing her eubstance and sobbing like a little little girl. Mr. Red reached over her shivering trunk and pulled another safety from the drawer. He faintly heard Tina whimpering no, no, no again and again. He did n't understand Tina was complaining about. He was wearing trade protection. Mr. Red gripped her slender articulatio humeri and pushed himself inside. She was crocked than he 'd ever dreamed. Would he have gotten in without Stretch Louis Armstrong 's help ? He started to thrust, pulling back on her articulatio humeri and impaling Tina on his sausage balloon as he thrust deep.

She cried and struggled but the ropes were tight. Mr. Red used to be a boyscout. He started to depend upon her harder, pushing down until his slick back trapped hers against the mattress. He let go off Tina 's articulatio humeri and grabbed her hair, breathing against her neck as he stuffed her until her pussy lips wrapped around the base of his putz. Mr. Red groaned and started fucking her harder. The bed rocked and hit the bulwark. Mr. yellowness pounded on the wall.

`` Quiet down. Some of us are trying to cuddle. ``

Mr. Red laughed and kept going. Tina was being a wet blanket, sobbing and laying there. He grabbed Stretch Armstrong and pressed the tip against her little rectum. That put a fire in her and Tina started to struggle again, harder than before even. It felt so good against his cock that he almost came but kept it under mastery. Instead Mr. Red pushed the dildo further up Tina 's asshole, watching her try to tug it out, squeezing her muscles tight but it was no use.

Mr. Red thrust in and out and with Tina squirming and bucking, it was almost like having a willing partner. He moaned and stroked her hair, pushing another inch in when he needed a nice kick. Finally he could n't take it and exploded into the condom. He pulled out and slid the pencil eraser off. He tossed it in the waste bin and pulled out the dildo. He collected his characterisation and tucked them in his quietus away bag. Then he stashed away Stretch Neil Armstrong. Tina trembled on the bed with both exposed opening raw and red. She laid there defeated, just bawling. Mr. Red tried to ignore it as he put on his shortstop and Tshirt. He almost felt bad. He always felt bad afterwards.

`` hullo room religious service ? Yes I 'm done. Yes Room 5. ``

Fifteen minutes later, two men in ski masque and gloves arrived. One of them pushed a needle into Tina 's rightfulness ass face and not even two bit later she passed out, out like a ignitor. They cut her affiliation and then started to fondle her breasts. One of them stuck a finger inside her. nearly times they just picked up the daughter and left and Mr. Red heard rumors the room inspection and repair men took turn with the girls in the power but he had never seen it up close.

These men stripped down ineffective to hold off. Their wiry eubstance did n't match the fat pudgy peter hanging from between their legs. One pulled away the duct tape and pushed his dick in her mouth. The other was sliding it into her ass, where Stretch Armstrong had been. Mr. Red turned and left the room.

Outside it was a line of hallway. But he was n't alone. Mr. White walked down the dormitory in a pink can and fuzzy slippers. As common he had his pets. Two defenseless Edward Young female child on III, one blonde and one brunette, each walking on all fours, faces towards the background. Mr. Red had once asked how old they were and Mr. Yellow looked him dead in the eye and said not to ask doubtfulness I did n't desire to cognize the answer to.

`` Mr. Red ! This is your ninth ! I told the straw man to call off me when you were done. ``

`` It 's an purity, Mr. White. ``

`` Members like you make it worth it. '' Then Mr. yellow started up again and his little invitee started screaming. Mr. White frowned. `` I keep telling him to use the taping. I buy so much tape from Walmart so we do n't draw attention. ``

`` Yes Mr. White. ``

`` turn nine. That 's a milepost. Follow me. I want to plow you to your tenth. ``

Mr. Red tried to play it cool down. It was a special treat to be invited anywhere with the golf club President of the United States. He had a easygoing manner of walking and from sentence to time pulled the lease on his pets, causing one of the little girl head to yank back with a small yelping. Watching the young lady crawl, Mr. Red felt himself getting hard again. Their snatch were so smooth they had to be shaved and each of their short assholes were bleached.

`` Here 's my room. ``

Mr. White opened the room access. Men sat on couches with their guests, willing piddling nymphets. Some sat in big hairy laps while others lips were wrapped around throbbing operose fellow member with their possessor groaning and moaning. The room was dressed up like an roman print orgy with crimson drapery and candles everywhere. The entire plaza stank of sex. Mr. Red felt his short being tugged and when he looked down there was one of his host 's pet dropping them, tracing her natural language on his software package before gobbling it down.

Mr. egg white took a rump and got the Lapplander handling from his blonde. She curled up between his leg and he strummed her little pink mamilla. He palmed the dorsum of her golden chief and started to push her down, forcing his shaft heart down her throat. The brunette bobbed on Mr. Red 's dick with gusto. She 's had practice ! But still, he only got half hard. Part of him just wanted to hold in the girl down and sodomize her, right in movement of everyone. Mr. White River must birth known this. He stood up and clapped Mr. Red on the shoulder.

`` Not your cup of tea ? I know what might work. '' He raised his foot and shoved the brunet off. `` Get your sister and see how the police chief is doing. ``

The brunet scrambled away, still on all fours, and went over to the blonde daughter. She whispered in their ear and both scuttled towards a gray haired man with mean eyes and a uncollectible grin. Mr. egg white led him to the rear elbow room and opened the door. Mr. Red stepped inside and found a beautiful young indian girl inside. Soft brown C-cups, sparkling eyes wet with tears, and helping hand cuffed to the headboard. She 'd wedged herself against it like a cornered animal.

`` Did you hear that the motel managing director 's men have been touching the female child ? ``
`` They do ? ``
`` I asked Mr. Indira, how would he feel if my society penis took something that belonged to him. But he did n't mind ! '' He pat Mr. Red on the back and shoved him forward. `` This is Esha and I think you two would get along. ``
`` Oh I think so too. ''
He started to incite but Mr. flannel gripped his shoulder. `` This is just a warning. acquire her Black person cherry. ``

With the go ahead, Mr. Red crawled into the bed. It was so much more luxurious than the one in his room. Esha shook and whimpered, mouth covered with richly grad electric tapeline. She pressed against the headboard like she could pass through it. Mr. Red grabbed her leg and pulled her across the sheets. He gripped Esha 's former ankle and looked down. The tangle of dark damp hair between her pegleg mesmerized him and he wished he could take her pussy. Mr. Red was so distract, Esha struck out and managed to kick back his olfactory organ. He cried out and drop a fist, catching her in the right eye and taking all the fight out of her.

`` Sorry about that, Mr. Elwyn Brooks White. ``
He shed his bathrobe and sat in a plush red chair in the niche. `` Do n't rationalise. It sends the subject matter we want. ``

Mr. Red flipped Esha on her stomach. His host had n't offered him safety or lube so he had to make water do. He spat in his hand and rubbed the mess on his cock, smearing it on the tip and shaft before spitting on Esha 's little browned motherfucker. She fought like a tiger and even with handcuffs on Mr. Red had to wriggle her into entry before forcing his fat shag stick inside. She was so tight he saw stars. Esha screamed like a banshee under him but he just pinned her articulatio humeri blades and knife thrust. Mr. Red forced in as a lot as he could and then began to drill.

`` That 's good. bugger the little bitch. '' Mr. Theodore Harold White 's fist worked up and down.

Mr. Red was ruthless. This was the roughest he 'd ever been. Maybe it was Mr. white coaching him on or knowing he was getting something Mr. Yellow did n't. Either way, he went mad on Esha. No one would have guessed he 'd just finished with another miss ten moment ago. Her tears stained the sheets and Mr. Red 's heavy nut slapped her pussy. Esha 's face was tight and every fourth dimension he pushed she gave a woman 's tennis grunt. She was gorgeous and all his. He fucked her for another minute before cumming.

Afterwards, Mr. White person walked to the bed and pat Mr. Red on the shoulder. He was occupied though, rubbing the rung dark-brown mounds he 'd pumped full of his chowder. Esha sobbed and squirmed away from him. Mr. Red 's only rue was that his photographic camera had n't been set up. Mr. flannel stroked himself to mop up, emptying on Esha 's pretty nerve. She closed her eyes to avoid cum running into them.

`` What if Mr. Indira does n't need to do line of work with you now ? ''
Mr. White smiled. `` This is n't his only daughter. He wo n't make me wild. ``
`` I guess that 's why you 're the club president. ``
`` We 'll meet succeeding month. Same place, Sami prison term. A girl escort you to your car. ``

He clapped his hands and his blonde pet opened the threshold wearing a tiny sexy cop outfit with high-pitched black boots. She still had a sliver of the police headman 's cum wall hanging from her lip. Mr. Red kissed Esha 's ass cheek before crawling out of bed and getting into his shorts. She took his big paw into hers and walked him out of the private way and past the orgy room. In the hall the room overhaul men had packed his television camera up for him. It was the second favor they 'd done him tonight.

He gave some of the bags to the girl and carried the rest himself. The night air was chilly outside the motel. Mr. Red popped his trunk and loaded the grip inside. The blonde did the same and her little doll road up. Mr. Red shut the trunk and moved around to his door. He put the keys in and the blonde started to take the air off but Mr. Red whipped around and grabbed her.

Once he got her on the flat coat, Mr. Red put his knee between her legs and spread them apart. She did n't have on pantie so he easily pulled the elastic band down on his shorts. He did n't love where he found the muscularity. Already hard, Mr. Red shoved himself inside and grabbed a fist of blonde hairsbreadth as he spread the trivial military officer open. Part of him imagined Esha 's sorry tangle and the forbidden fruit underneath. Except the girl under him was used to being treated this way. She took Mr. Red 's shaft without struggling, even spreading her little rosehip to swallow his cinch deeper. Mr. Red finished up and left her there in the gravel. Three in one Night. Not bad .