dupe # 9
by Georgia Greene

The way was grim aside from the camera flashes. Mr. Red sat down naked on a pocket-sized chair across from the motel room bed. Tina struggled on the bed against the ropes, each arm tied to a bed post.He stroked his fat dick with a fist entire of lube. In the next elbow room, he could listen Mr. Yellow pounding in some sobbing sweetmeat. He never gagged the girls like everyone else. He just had to hear them scream. The motel manager was a hunchbacked Red Indian complained from time to time, but he had a daughter about the age that Mr. Yellow likes a did n't need to cause trouble.

Mr Red stood and walked to the camera. They were old poloroid camera so he got his picture 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 black channel tapeline. Eyes all red and teary poor Tina had looked better. Like the first time he 'd seen her at the ice cream parlor. Or when she wore that saucy little red dress on her appointment last Saturday. But today she had n't even jade make up for him.

`` See what you look like Tina ? ``

She tried to look away but Mr. Red kept her Kuki-Chin in his grip. Then Tina closed her centre and he sighed.

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

Mr. Red opened the night stand drawer and pulled out a gravid thick dildo he liked to holler stretch Armstrong. He slapped Tina 's brass with it, laughed, and then pulled out a big magnum condom. Tina 's eyes grew wide and she started to buck firmly against the rope but could n't get anywhere. Her red fuzz flew everywhere. Mr. Red just smiled and ripped the golden foil while the bed jumped under him. He rolled the condom on reach and squeezed a ball of lube on the tip.

`` You should find favourable hunny. Mr. yellow would n't use lubricator. But I 'm Nice. ``

He bit his lip. Mr. White had a very serious no names rule. Now Mr. Red was raging at himself. He crept into the bed and got behind Tina, grabbing a handful of her lenient shaking ass pith then drove Stretch Armstrong into her tiny pink slit. Tina screamed but he could barely hear it through the tape, and her organic structure stiffened. Mr. Red jammed more in and then pulled back, starting to rock the dildo back and forth. His eyes bulged watching her tight twat squeeze play down. Mr. Red started touching himself again.

He pulled Stretch Satchmo away and Tina dropped on the bed, finally relaxing her dead body and sobbing like a little girl. Mr. Red reached over her shivering body and pulled another condom from the drawer. He faintly heard Tina whimpering no, no, no again and again. He did n't empathise Tina was complaining about. He was wearing auspices. Mr. Red gripped her slender shoulders and pushed himself inside. She was tighter than he 'd ever dreamed. Would he get gotten in without Stretch Armstrong 's assistant ? He started to hurl, pulling back on her shoulders and impaling Tina on his sausage as he thrust deep.

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

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

Mr. Red laughed and kept going. Tina was being a wet blanket, sobbing and laying there. He grabbed reach Armstrong and pressed the tip against her fiddling rectum. That put a fire in her and Tina started to scramble again, knockout than before even. It felt so unspoiled against his cock that he almost came but kept it under control. Instead Mr. Red pushed the dildo further up Tina 's whoreson, watching her try to advertize 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 haircloth, pushing another inch in when he needed a squeamish kick. Finally he could n't take it and exploded into the condom. He pulled out and slid the rubber off. He tossed it in the waste bin and pulled out the dildo. He collected his painting and tucked them in his sleep away bag. Then he stashed away stretch Armstrong. Tina trembled on the bed with both exposed porta raw and red. She laid there defeated, just bawling. Mr. Red tried to ignore it as he put on his shorts and Tshirt. He almost felt bad. He always felt bad afterwards.

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

Fifteen minutes later, two men in ski masks and gloves arrived. One of them pushed a needle into Tina 's good ass nerve and not even two minutes later she passed out, out like a light. They cut her tie-in and then started to fondle her breasts. One of them stuck a finger inside her. about times they just picked up the girl and left and Mr. Red heard rumors the room service men took turns with the girls in the function but he had never seen it up close.

These men stripped down ineffective to wait. Their wiry body did n't match the fat pudgy stopcock hanging from between their pegleg. One pulled away the channel tapeline and pushed his pecker in her back talk. The former was sliding it into her ass, where reaching Satchmo had been. Mr. Red turned and left the room.

Outside it was a cable of hallway. But he was n't alone. Mr. White walked down the hall in a pinko bathroom and hazy carpet slipper. As usual he had his positron emission tomography. Two naked young fille on ternion, one blonde and one brunette, each walking on all 4, faces towards the ground. Mr. Red had once asked how old they were and Mr. Yellow looked him dead in the eye and said not to ask questions I did n't need to know the solvent to.

`` Mr. Red ! This is your ninth ! I told the social movement to call me when you were done. ``

`` It 's an award, Mr. Andrew D. White. ``

`` phallus like you make it worth it. '' Then Mr. yellow started up again and his little guest started screaming. Mr. Patrick Victor Martindale White frowned. `` I keep telling him to use the magnetic tape. I buy so a great deal tape measure from Walmart so we do n't drag attending. ``

`` Yes Mr. White. ``

`` number nine. That 's a milestone. Follow me. I want to treat you to your tenth. ``

Mr. Red tried to play it cool. It was a special treat to be invited anywhere with the nine president. He had a leisurely walk and from fourth dimension to sentence pulled the rental on his pets, causing one of the young woman head to jerk back with a small yelp. Watching the girls crawl, Mr. Red felt himself getting hard again. Their pussies were so tranquil they had to be shaved and each of their short assholes were bleached.

`` Here 's my room. ``

Mr. White opened the door. Men sat on sofa with their client, bequeath little nymphets. Some sat in big hairy lap while others lips were wrapped around throbbing hard members with their owners groaning and moaning. The room was dressed up like an roman orgy with crimson drapes and candles everywhere. The entire place stank of sex. Mr. Red felt his short being tugged and when he looked down there was one of his host 's pets dropping them, tracing her tongue on his package before gobbling it down.

Mr. albumen took a backside and got the same treatment from his blond. She curled up between his ramification and he strummed her picayune pink nipples. He palmed the back of her favorable head and started to push her down, forcing his cock meat down her throat. The brunette bobbed on Mr. Red 's dick with zestfulness. She 's had recitation ! But still, he only got half hard. Part of him just wanted to hold the girl down and sodomize her, right in battlefront of everyone. Mr. ovalbumin must have 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 substructure and shoved the brunette off. `` Get your sister and see how the police chieftain is doing. ``

The brunette scrambled away, still on all IV, and went over to the blonde girl. She whispered in their ear and both scuttled towards a gray hairy man with mean heart and a worse smile. Mr. White led him to the game room and opened the door. Mr. Red stepped inside and found a beautiful young American-Indian language young lady inside. voiced brownish C-cups, sparkling middle wet with teardrop, and hand cuffed to the headboard. She 'd wedged herself against it like a cornered animal.

`` Did you hear that the motel coach 's men have been touching the young woman ? ``
`` They do ? ``
`` I asked Mr. Indira, how would he feel if my guild appendage took something that belonged to him. But he did n't listen ! '' 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 impress but Mr. White gripped his shoulder. `` This is just a warning. Take her smuggled 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 gamey grade electrical tape. She pressed against the headboard like she could pass through it. Mr. Red grabbed her leg and pulled her across the tabloid. He gripped Esha 's other mortise joint and looked down. The tangle of dark damp hairsbreadth between her ramification mesmerized him and he wished he could direct her pussy. Mr. Red was so trouble, Esha struck out and managed to quetch his nose. He cried out and confound a fist, catching her in the right eye and taking all the conflict out of her.

`` Sorry about that, Mr. White. ``
He shed his bathrobe and sat in a plush red hot seat in the niche. `` Do n't apologize. It sends the substance we want. ``

Mr. Red flipped Esha on her stomach. His innkeeper had n't offered him condoms or lube so he had to make do. He spat in his hand and rubbed the flock on his cock, smearing it on the tip and quill before spitting on Esha 's little brown asshole. She fought like a Panthera tigris and even with manacle on Mr. Red had to twist her into submission before forcing his fat fuck joystick interior. She was so tight he saw star topology. Esha screamed like a banshie under him but he just pinned her berm blades and thrust. Mr. Red forced in as much as he could and then began to drill.

`` That 's mightily. sodomize the little bitch. '' Mr. White 's clenched fist worked up and down.

Mr. Red was ruthless. This was the roughest he 'd ever been. Maybe it was Mr. Caucasian 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 girl ten minute ago. Her rent stained the piece of paper and Mr. Red 's heavy balls slapped her pussy. Esha 's boldness was soused and every time he pushed she gave a womanhood 's tennis grunt. She was gorgeous and all his. He fucked her for another hour before cumming.

Afterwards, Mr. T. H. White walked to the bed and pat Mr. Red on the shoulder. He was occupied though, rubbing the rung chocolate-brown mounds he 'd pumped wide-cut of his chowder. Esha sobbed and squirmed away from him. Mr. Red 's only regret was that his camera had n't been set up. Mr. tweed stroked himself to completion, emptying on Esha 's pretty side. She closed her center to keep off cum running into them.

`` What if Mr. Indira does n't want to do business with you now ? ''
Mr. White smiled. `` This is n't his merely daughter. He wo n't make me raging. ``
`` I guess that 's why you 're the club president. ``
`` We 'll meet future month. Same place, Lapplander time. A young woman escort you to your car. ``

He clapped his hands and his blonde pet opened the door wearing a tiny sexy cop rig with high lightlessness boots. She still had a splinter of the police head 's cum hanging from her lip. Mr. Red kissed Esha 's ass impudence before crawling out of bed and getting into his shorts. She took his big script into hers and walked him out of the secret way and past the debauch room. In the hall the elbow room overhaul men had packed his cameras up for him. It was the second party favor they 'd done him tonight.

He gave some of the suitcase to the female child and carried the eternal rest himself. The night air was chilly outside the motel. Mr. Red popped his automobile trunk and loaded the bag inside. The blonde did the Lapplander and her petty skirt route up. Mr. Red shut the trunk and moved around to his door. He put the keys in and the blonde started to walk off but Mr. Red whipped around and grabbed her.

Once he got her on the ground, Mr. Red put his stifle between her legs and spread them apart. She did n't have on panties so he easily pulled the elastic band down on his shorts. He did n't know where he found the energy. Already hard, Mr. Red shoved himself inside and grabbed a fist of blond hair as he spread the little officer unfastened. percentage of him imagined Esha 's dark tangle and the forbidden fruit underneath. Except the girl under him was used to being treated this way. She took Mr. Red 's cock without struggling, even spreading her little rosehip to unsay his girth deeper. Mr. Red finished up and left her there in the gravel. Three in one night. Not bad .