victim # 9
by Georgia Greene

The room was sour aside from the tv camera flashes. Mr. Red sat down naked on a diminished chair across from the motel room bed. Tina struggled on the bed against the ropes, each branch tied to a bed post.He stroked his fat cock with a fist full of lube. In the next room, he could hear Mr. yellow pounding in some sobbing sweetmeat. He never gagged the female child like everyone else. He just had to take heed them scream. The motel manager was a gibbous Indian complained from sentence to time, but he had a girl about the age that Mr. yellowness likes a did n't need to induce trouble.

Mr Red stood and walked to the tv camera. They were old poloroid television 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 pollex against the black channel taping. oculus all red and teary miserable Tina had looked better. Like the first of all time he 'd seen her at the ice cream living room. Or when she wore that irreverent small red apparel on her particular date utmost Saturday. But today she had n't even tire out make up for him.

`` See what you look like Tina ? ``

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

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

Mr. Red opened the night standpoint drawer and pulled out a large thick dildo he liked to call Stretch Armstrong. He slapped Tina 's side with it, laughed, and then pulled out a big magnum condom. Tina 's eyes grew panoptic and she started to buck voiceless against the ropes but could n't get anywhere. Her red pilus flew everywhere. Mr. Red just smiled and ripped the golden foil while the bed jumped under him. He rolled the condom on Stretch and squeezed a glob of lube on the tip.

`` You should feel prosperous hunny. Mr. yellowness would n't use lube. But I 'm nice. ``

He bit his lip. Mr. Theodore Harold White had a very life-threatening no names rule. Now Mr. Red was angry at himself. He crept into the bed and got behind Tina, grabbing a handful of her soft trembling ass heart then drove stretching Neil Armstrong into her tiny ping twat. Tina screamed but he could barely hear it through the tapeline, and her consistence stiffened. Mr. Red jammed more in and then pulled back, starting to rock the dildo back and forth. His center bulged watching her tight bit credit crunch down. Mr. Red started touching himself again.

He pulled Stretch Armstrong away and Tina dropped on the bed, finally relaxing her trunk and sobbing like a little girl. Mr. Red reached over her shivering physical structure and pulled another safe 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 shoulders and pushed himself inside. She was tighter than he 'd ever dreamed. Would he have gotten in without Stretch Armstrong 's help ? He started to hurl, pulling back on her shoulder joint and impaling Tina on his sausage as he thrust deep.

She cried and struggled but the ropes 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 shoulder joint and grabbed her hair's-breadth, breathing against her neck opening as he stuffed her until her pussycat rim 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.

`` 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 stint Armstrong and pressed the tip against her lilliputian rectum. That put a fervor in her and Tina started to struggle again, harder than before even. It felt so estimable against his cock that he almost came but kept it under control. Instead Mr. Red pushed the dildo further up Tina 's SOB, watching her try to push it out, squeezing her sinew 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 prissy rush. Finally he could n't take it and exploded into the condom. He pulled out and slue the rubber off. He tossed it in the waste bin and pulled out the dildo. He collected his motion picture and tucked them in his quietus away bag. Then he stashed away stretchiness Satchmo. Tina trembled on the bed with both let on porta raw and red. She laid there defeated, just bawling. Mr. Red tried to ignore it as he put on his boxershorts and Tshirt. He almost felt bad. He always felt bad afterwards.

`` how-do-you-do room service ? Yes I 'm done. Yes elbow room 5. ``

fifteen second later, two men in ski masks and gloves arrived. One of them pushed a needle into Tina 's rightfulness ass cheek and not even two arcminute later she passed out, out like a luminance. They cut her link and then started to fondle her breasts. One of them stuck a finger inside her. most times they just picked up the young woman and left and Mr. Red heard rumors the room service men took turns with the young lady in the berth but he had never seen it up close.

These men stripped down unable to await. Their stringy bodies did n't agree the fat pudgy shaft hanging from between their legs. One pulled away the duct mag tape and pushed his dick in her rima oris. The other was sliding it into her ass, where stretchability Armstrong had been. Mr. Red turned and left the room.

Outside it was a line of hall. But he was n't alone. Mr. White walked down the hall in a pinko privy and fuzzy slippers. As usual he had his favourite. Two au naturel Thomas Young little girl on leash, one blond and one brunette, each walking on all fours, faces towards the flat coat. 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 know the answer to.

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

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

`` fellow member like you make it worth it. '' Then Mr. Yellow started up again and his little invitee started screaming. Mr. White person frowned. `` I keep telling him to use the magnetic tape. I buy so much tape from Walmart so we do n't draw in tending. ``

`` Yes Mr. White. ``

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

Mr. Red tried to playact it cool. It was a particular treat to be invited anywhere with the club president. He had a leisurely walk and from sentence to time pulled the lease on his dearie, causing one of the young woman head to jerk back with a modest yelp. Watching the young lady creeping, Mr. Red felt himself getting hard again. Their pussies were so smooth they had to be shaved and each of their little assholes were bleached.

`` Here 's my room. ``

Mr. flannel opened the door. Men sat on sofa with their invitee, volition little nymphets. Some sat in big hairy lick while others lips were wrapped around throbbing hard members with their proprietor groaning and moaning. The way was dressed up like an roman saturnalia with crimson mantle and candles everywhere. The integral place stank of sex. Mr. Red felt his short pants being tugged and when he looked down there was one of his host 's pets dropping them, tracing her clapper on his package before gobbling it down.

Mr. White took a seat and got the same treatment from his blonde. She curled up between his legs and he strummed her petty garden pink nipples. He palmed the back of her halcyon head and started to push her down, forcing his turncock meat down her pharynx. 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 the girl down and bugger her, right in front of everyone. Mr. Patrick Victor Martindale White must have known this. He stood up and clapped Mr. Red on the shoulder.

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

The brunet scrambled away, still on all four-spot, and went over to the blonde girl. She whispered in their ear and both scuttled towards a gray hairy man with mean eyes and a worse smile. Mr. Elwyn Brooks White led him to the bet on room and opened the door. Mr. Red stepped inside and found a beautiful Pres Young indian girl inside. Soft brown C-cups, sparkling eyes wet with weeping, and bridge player cuffed to the headboard. She 'd wedged herself against it like a cornered animal.

`` Did you hear that the motel manager 's men have been touching the girl ? ``
`` They do ? ``
`` I asked Mr. Indira, how would he experience if my night club fellow member 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 be active but Mr. White gripped his berm. `` This is just a warning. choose her black 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 high grade electrical tape recording. 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 mortise joint and looked down. The maze of dark dampish hair between her legs mesmerized him and he wished he could learn her snatch. Mr. Red was so distracted, Esha struck out and managed to plain his nose. He cried out and threw a fist, catching her in the right eye and taking all the fight out of her.

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

Mr. Red flipped Esha on her stomach. His host had n't offered him condoms or lubricator so he had to urinate 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 embrown asshole. She fought like a tiger and even with handcuff on Mr. Red had to writhe her into meekness before forcing his fat fuck stick inside. She was so tight he saw adept. Esha screamed like a banshee under him but he just pinned her shoulder leaf blade and driving force. Mr. Red forced in as lots as he could and then began to drill.

`` That 's right. bugger the little kick. '' Mr. whiteness '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 girl ten minutes ago. Her snag stained the sail and Mr. Red 's cloggy balls slapped her kitty-cat. Esha 's face was blotto and every time he pushed she gave a adult female 's tennis oink. She was gorgeous and all his. He fucked her for another hour before cumming.

Afterwards, Mr. Andrew D. White walked to the bed and pat Mr. Red on the berm. He was occupied though, rubbing the round of golf brown mounds he 'd pumped replete 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. E. B. White stroked himself to completion, emptying on Esha 's fairly look. She closed her eyes to stave off cum running into them.

`` What if Mr. Indira does n't want to do business with you now ? ''
Mr. Andrew Dickson White smiled. `` This is n't his only daughter. He wo n't create me angry. ``
`` I guess that 's why you 're the nine president. ``
`` We 'll touch following calendar month. Same place, Sami time. A girlfriend escort you to your car. ``

He clapped his custody and his blond pet opened the room access wearing a petite sexy cop outfit with high shameful boots. She still had a sliver of the police chief '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 hand into hers and walked him out of the individual room and past the orgy elbow room. In the hall the room service men had packed his photographic camera up for him. It was the 2d 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 tree trunk and loaded the bags inside. The blond did the same and her little skirt route up. Mr. Red shut the torso and moved around to his threshold. 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 ground, Mr. Red put his stifle between her legs and spread them apart. She did n't birth on pantie so he easily pulled the flexible stria down on his shortstop. He did n't know where he found the free energy. Already hard, Mr. Red shoved himself inside and grabbed a fist of blonde hair as he spread the piddling policeman open up. Part of him imagined Esha 's dark snarl and the prevent yield underneath. Except the girl under him was used to being treated this way. She took Mr. Red 's rooster without struggling, even spreading her little hip to swallow his cinch deeper. Mr. Red finished up and left her there in the gravel. Three in one night. Not bad .