Victim # 9
by Georgia Greene

The room was benighted aside from the camera flashes. Mr. Red sat down naked on a modest chairperson across from the motel room bed. Tina struggled on the bed against the rope, each limb tied to a bed post.He stroked his fat shaft with a fist full of lube. In the succeeding room, he could hear Mr. yellowness pounding in some sob sweetmeat. He never gagged the girls like everyone else. He just had to get a line them scream. The motel managing director was a hunchbacked Indian complained from clock time to clock time, but he had a girl about the age that Mr. yellowness likes a did n't desire to make trouble.

Mr Red stood and walked to the tv camera. They were old poloroid tv camera so he got his ikon right away. He picked up a few and got on the bed with Tina. He grabbed her chin, squeezed, and ran his quarter round against the black duct mag tape. Eyes all red and teary poor Tina had looked better. Like the first off clock time he 'd seen her at the ice cream parlor. Or when she wore that fresh slight red apparel on her engagement go Sat. But today she had n't even wear make up for him.

`` See what you look like Tina ? ``

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

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

Mr. Red opened the night outdoor stage drawer and pulled out a big midst dildo he liked to address Stretch Armstrong. He slapped Tina 's font with it, laughed, and then pulled out a big magnum condom. Tina 's eyes grew wide and she started to buck knockout against the ropes but could n't get anywhere. Her red hair flew everywhere. Mr. Red just smiled and ripped the golden foil while the bed jumped under him. He rolled the condom on reaching and squeezed a clump of lubricant on the tip.

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

He bit his lip. Mr. Elwyn Brooks White had a very serious no name calling rule. Now Mr. Red was angry at himself. He crept into the bed and got behind Tina, grabbing a handful of her indulgent trembling ass meat then drove stretching Armstrong into her petite ping slit. Tina screamed but he could barely hear it through the mag tape, and her physical structure stiffened. Mr. Red jammed more in and then pulled back, starting to rock the dildo back and forth. His middle bulged watching her tight grab squeeze down. Mr. Red started touching himself again.

He pulled stretch Satchmo away and Tina dropped on the bed, finally relaxing her body and sobbing like a short daughter. Mr. Red reached over her shivering trunk and pulled another prophylactic from the drawer. He faintly heard Tina whimpering no, no, no again and again. He did n't read Tina was complaining about. He was wearing shelter. Mr. Red gripped her slender shoulders and pushed himself inside. She was tighter than he 'd ever dreamed. Would he have gotten in without reach Armstrong 's assistance ? He started to pierce, pulling back on her shoulders and impaling Tina on his sausage as he thrust deep.

She cried and struggled but the Mexican valium were tight. Mr. Red used to be a boyscout. He started to sit 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 pussy lips wrapped around the base of his dick. Mr. Red groaned and started fucking her harder. The bed rocked and hit the wall. Mr. yellow pounded on the wall.

`` tranquility 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 shinny again, punishing than before even. It felt so good against his peter that he almost came but kept it under dominance. Instead Mr. Red pushed the dildo further up Tina 's asshole, watching her try to bear on it out, squeezing her muscles tight but it was no use.

Mr. Red push in and out and with Tina squirming and bucking, it was almost like having a willing partner. He moaned and stroked her fuzz, pushing another inch in when he needed a skillful kick. Finally he could n't take it and exploded into the condom. He pulled out and slew the rubber off. He tossed it in the waste bin and pulled out the dildo. He collected his motion-picture show and tucked them in his eternal rest away bag. Then he stashed away stretchability 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 shorts and Tshirt. He almost felt bad. He always felt bad afterwards.

`` how-do-you-do 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 right ass cheek and not even two moment later she passed out, out like a light. They cut her ties and then started to fondle her breasts. One of them stuck a finger inside her. Most metre they just picked up the young woman and left and Mr. Red heard rumors the room Robert William Service men took turns with the girlfriend in the office but he had never seen it up close.

These men stripped down unable to hold back. Their wiry bodies did n't rival the fat pudgy cocks hanging from between their ramification. One pulled away the duct tape and pushed his dick in her lip. 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 hallways. But he was n't alone. Mr. ovalbumin walked down the hall in a pink bathroom and fuzzy slippers. As usual he had his ducky. Two raw young girls on trey, one blonde and one brunette, each walking on all quadruplet, 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 require to screw the resolution to.

`` Mr. Red ! This is your ninth ! I told the front to address me when you were done. ``

`` It 's an award, Mr. albumen. ``

`` penis like you make it worth it. '' Then Mr. Yellow started up again and his little guest started screaming. Mr. White frowned. `` I keep telling him to use the tape measure. I buy so much tape from Walmart so we do n't withdraw tending. ``

`` Yes Mr. whiteness. ``

`` Number nine. That 's a milepost. Follow me. I want to treat you to your one-tenth. ``

Mr. Red tried to play it cool. It was a special dainty to be invited anywhere with the gild president. He had a leisurely walk and from meter to time pulled the lease on his pets, causing one of the girls head to jerk back with a small-scale yelp. Watching the girls front crawl, Mr. Red felt himself getting hard again. Their pussies were so smooth they had to be shaved and each of their little SOB were bleached.

`` Here 's my room. ``

Mr. Andrew Dickson White opened the door. Men sat on couches with their guests, uncoerced piffling nymphets. Some sat in big hairy laps while others lips were wrapped around throbbing hard members with their owner groaning and moaning. The room was dressed up like an roman type riot with blush drapes and candles everywhere. The entire place stank of sex. Mr. Red felt his short circuit being tugged and when he looked down there was one of his host 's PET dropping them, tracing her tongue on his computer software before gobbling it down.

Mr. albumen took a hindquarters and got the Same handling from his blonde. She curled up between his stage and he strummed her slight pinkish nipples. He palmed the back of her aureate straits and started to force her down, forcing his cock inwardness down her pharynx. The brunette bobbed on Mr. Red 's dick with zest. She 's had practice ! But still, he only got half firmly. Part of him just wanted to hold the girl down and bugger her, right in front line of everyone. Mr. White must deliver 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 animal foot and shoved the brunet off. `` Get your sis and see how the police force chief is doing. ``

The brunette scrambled away, still on all fours, and went over to the blonde little girl. She whispered in their ear and both scuttled towards a gray haired man with mean optic and a worse smile. Mr. White led him to the back way and opened the door. Mr. Red stepped inside and found a beautiful offspring indian little girl inside. balmy brownness C-cups, sparkling centre wet with tears, and bridge player cuffed to the headboard. She 'd wedged herself against it like a treed animal.

`` Did you hear that the motel manager 's men have been touching the girls ? ``
`` They do ? ``
`` I asked Mr. Indira, how would he experience if my club members took something that belonged to him. But he did n't hear ! '' 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 propel but Mr. White person gripped his shoulder. `` This is just a admonition. Take her black cherry tree. ``

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 eminent gradation electric tape. 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 other ankle and looked down. The snarl of black damp haircloth between her leg mesmerized him and he wished he could take her kitty. Mr. Red was so disorder, Esha struck out and managed to kick his nose. He cried out and threw a fist, catching her in the right field eye and taking all the fight out of her.

`` Sorry about that, Mr. White. ``
He shed his bathrobe and sat in a plush red electric chair in the nook. `` Do n't apologize. It sends the content we want. ``

Mr. Red flipped Esha on her stomach. His master of ceremonies had n't offered him condoms or lube so he had to ca-ca do. He spat in his hand and rubbed the hatful on his shaft, smearing it on the tip and peter before spitting on Esha 's little brown arse. She fought like a tiger and even with handcuffs on Mr. Red had to squirm her into submission before forcing his fat screw stick inside. She was so cockeyed he saw stars. Esha screamed like a banshie under him but he just pinned her shoulder leaf blade and stab. Mr. Red forced in as lots as he could and then began to drill.

`` That 's right. sodomize the piddling 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. ovalbumin coaching him on or knowing he was getting something Mr. yellowness did n't. Either way, he went mad on Esha. No one would bear guessed he 'd just finished with another lady friend ten minutes ago. Her split stained the sheets and Mr. Red 's sonorous orchis slapped her pussy. Esha 's face was miserly and every time he pushed she gave a woman 's lawn tennis grunt. She was gorgeous and all his. He fucked her for another hr before cumming.

Afterwards, Mr. albumen walked to the bed and pat Mr. Red on the shoulder joint. He was occupied though, rubbing the round browned mounds he 'd pumped full of his chowder. Esha sobbed and squirmed away from him. Mr. Red 's only regret was that his cameras had n't been set up. Mr. Patrick White stroked himself to completion, emptying on Esha 's pretty face. She closed her optic to avoid cum running into them.

`` What if Mr. Indira does n't need to do business with you now ? ''
Mr. flannel smiled. `` This is n't his only daughter. He wo n't make me angry. ``
`` I guess that 's why you 're the order president. ``
`` We 'll meet side by side month. Saame property, same sentence. A female child escort you to your car. ``

He clapped his hands and his blonde pet opened the threshold wearing a flyspeck sexy cop outfit with high black kicking. She still had a shaving of the police chief 's cum 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 individual way and past the orgy room. In the Charles Francis Hall the room service men had packed his cameras up for him. It was the second party favor they 'd done him tonight.

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

Once he got her on the dry land, Mr. Red put his knee joint between her wooden leg and disseminate them apart. She did n't have on pantie so he easily pulled the pliable band down on his shorts. He did n't have sex where he found the energy. Already hard, Mr. Red shoved himself inside and grabbed a fist of blonde tomentum as he spread the little officer open. Part 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 short hip to eat up his girth deeper. Mr. Red finished up and left her there in the gravel. Three in one night. Not bad .