Victim # 9
by Sakartvelo Greene

The elbow room was dark aside from the camera flashes. Mr. Red sat down naked on a little chairperson across from the motel elbow room bed. Tina struggled on the bed against the roofy, each branch tied to a bed post.He stroked his fat cock with a fist full of lubricant. In the future 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 coach was a hunchbacked Amerind complained from sentence to time, but he had a daughter about the age that Mr. Yellow likes a did n't desire to make trouble.

Mr Red stood and walked to the camera. They were old poloroid television camera so he got his depiction right away. He picked up a few and got on the bed with Tina. He grabbed her Kuki, squeezed, and ran his quarter round against the black channel tape measure. Eyes all red and teary-eyed poor Tina had looked better. Like the outset time he 'd seen her at the ice cream parlor. Or when she wore that saucy little red dress on her date last Sat. But today she had n't even wore 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 centre and he sighed.

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

Mr. Red opened the night stand drawer and pulled out a large midst dildo he liked to call Stretch Armstrong. He slapped Tina 's face with it, laughed, and then pulled out a big magnum condom. Tina 's optic grew across-the-board and she started to buck severely against the circle but could n't get anywhere. Her red hairsbreadth flew everywhere. Mr. Red just smiled and ripped the gilt foil while the bed jumped under him. He rolled the safety on Stretch and squeezed a chunk of lube on the tip.

`` You should finger golden hunny. Mr. yellow would n't use lube. But I 'm nice. ``

He bit his lip. Mr. White had a very serious no names prescript. Now Mr. Red was angry at himself. He crept into the bed and got behind Tina, grabbing a handful of her lenient shaking ass meat then drove Stretch Satchmo into her tiny pink slit. Tina screamed but he could barely hear it through the tape measure, and her eubstance stiffened. Mr. Red jammed more in and then pulled back, starting to rock the dildo back and Forth. His oculus bulged watching her squiffy bit squeeze down. Mr. Red started touching himself again.

He pulled Stretch Neil Armstrong away and Tina dropped on the bed, finally relaxing her physical structure and sobbing like a minuscule girl. Mr. Red reached over her shivering consistence and pulled another condom 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 protection. Mr. Red gripped her slender shoulders and pushed himself inside. She was tighter than he 'd ever dreamed. Would he make gotten in without Stretch Neil Armstrong 's avail ? He started to thrust, pulling back on her shoulders and impaling Tina on his sausage as he thrust deep.

She cried and struggled but the rophy were tight. Mr. Red used to be a boyscout. He started to turn on her harder, pushing down until his glossy back trapped hers against the mattress. He let go off Tina 's shoulders and grabbed her hair, breathing against her neck as he stuffed her until her cunt brim wrapped around the fundament of his cock. 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 Stretch Louis Armstrong and pressed the tip against her little rectum. That put a fire in her and Tina started to shin again, laborious than before even. It felt so good against his prick that he almost came but kept it under restraint. Instead Mr. Red pushed the dildo further up Tina 's shit, watching her try to agitate it out, squeezing her heftiness tight but it was no use.

Mr. Red thrust in and out and with Tina squirming and bucking, it was almost like having a volition partner. He moaned and stroked her hair, pushing another column inch in when he needed a nice kick. Finally he could n't study it and exploded into the condom. He pulled out and slide the pencil eraser off. He tossed it in the waste bin and pulled out the dildo. He collected his flick and tucked them in his sopor away bag. Then he stashed away Stretch 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 inspection and repair ? Yes I 'm done. Yes elbow room 5. ``

fifteen minutes later, two men in ski mask and baseball mitt arrived. One of them pushed a acerate leaf into Tina 's right ass impertinence and not even two mo later she passed out, out like a light. They cut her ties and then started to caress her breasts. One of them stuck a digit inside her. Most 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 office but he had never seen it up close.

These men stripped down unable to wait. Their stringy bodies did n't meet the fat pudgy turncock hanging from between their legs. One pulled away the duct tape and pushed his dick in her mouth. The former 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. White walked down the Charles Martin Hall in a pink bathroom and hazy slippers. As usual he had his ducky. Two bare young little girl on leashes, one blonde and one brunette, each walking on all 4, faces towards the reason. Mr. Red had once asked how old they were and Mr. Yellow looked him dead in the eye and said not to ask interrogative sentence I did n't want to sleep together the resolution to.

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

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

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

`` Yes Mr. Theodore Harold White. ``

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

Mr. Red tried to play it sang-froid. It was a special treat to be invited anywhere with the ball club president. He had a easy walk and from time to clip pulled the lease on his pets, causing one of the girls head to yank back with a small yelp. Watching the girls crawling, Mr. Red felt himself getting hard again. Their pussies were so liquid they had to be shaved and each of their little assholes were bleached.

`` Here 's my elbow room. ``

Mr. ovalbumin opened the door. Men sat on lounge with their guests, willing little nymphets. Some sat in big hairy circuit while others lips were wrapped around throbbing hard members with their owners groaning and moaning. The room was dressed up like an roman debauchery with crimson drapes and candle everywhere. The entire blank space stank of sex. Mr. Red felt his boxershorts being tugged and when he looked down there was one of his host 's ducky dropping them, tracing her knife on his packet before gobbling it down.

Mr. White took a seat and got the Sami intervention from his blond. She curled up between his legs and he strummed her piddling pinkish mamilla. He palmed the backrest of her gilt head and started to push her down, forcing his cock heart down her throat. The brunet bobbed on Mr. Red 's peter with gusto. She 's had practice ! But still, he only got half hard. region of him just wanted to hold the girl down and bugger her, right in nominal head of everyone. Mr. gabardine 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 foot and shoved the brunette off. `` Get your sister and see how the police tribal chief is doing. ``

The brunette scrambled away, still on all 4, and went over to the blond girl. She whispered in their ear and both scuttled towards a gray haired man with hateful centre and a worse smile. Mr. White led him to the back room and opened the door. Mr. Red stepped inside and found a beautiful Brigham Young indian girl inside. Soft embrown C-cups, sparkling eyes wet with tears, and handwriting 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 miss ? ``
`` They do ? ``
`` I asked Mr. Indira, how would he palpate if my club phallus 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 move but Mr. T. H. White gripped his shoulder. `` This is just a word of advice. Take her Negroid cherry. ``

With the go ahead, Mr. Red crawled into the bed. It was so much more sumptuous than the one in his room. Esha shook and whimpered, backtalk covered with high rate electrical tape. She pressed against the headboard like she could pass through it. Mr. Red grabbed her leg and pulled her across the sheet. He gripped Esha 's early articulatio talocruralis and looked down. The tangle of dark dampish hair between her ramification mesmerized him and he wished he could accept her pussy. Mr. Red was so distracted, Esha struck out and managed to kick his olfactory organ. He cried out and threw a clenched fist, catching her in the decently eye and taking all the conflict out of her.

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

Mr. Red flipped Esha on her stomach. His host had n't offered him condoms or lubricating substance so he had to make do. He spat in his script and rubbed the mess on his cock, smearing it on the tip and prick before spitting on Esha 's small brownish asshole. She fought like a Panthera tigris and even with handcuffs on Mr. Red had to wrestle her into compliance before forcing his fat nooky stick inside. She was so blind drunk he saw stars. Esha screamed like a banshie under him but he just pinned her articulatio humeri steel and push. Mr. Red forced in as much as he could and then began to drill.

`` That 's right. Sodomize the short bitch. '' Mr. White 's fist worked up and down.

Mr. Red was ruthless. This was the roughest he 'd ever been. Maybe it was Mr. Patrick 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 own guessed he 'd just finished with another girl ten minutes ago. Her tears stained the mainsheet and Mr. Red 's heavy balls slapped her pussy. Esha 's face was tight and every time he pushed she gave a woman 's tennis grunt. She was gorgeous and all his. He fucked her for another hour before cumming.

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

`` What if Mr. Indira does n't want to do patronage with you now ? ''
Mr. White smiled. `` This is n't his only daughter. He wo n't take me wild. ``
`` I guess that 's why you 're the guild prexy. ``
`` We 'll meet following calendar month. Same place, same time. A girl date you to your car. ``

He clapped his hands and his blonde pet opened the threshold wearing a diminutive sexy cop outfit with luxuriously dark iron boot. She still had a paring of the police boss 's cum dangling from her lip. Mr. Red kissed Esha 's ass cheek before crawling out of bed and getting into his shorts. She took his big helping hand into hers and walked him out of the common soldier room and past the orgy room. In the lobby the way armed service men had packed his tv camera up for him. It was the second favor they 'd done him tonight.

He gave some of the old bag to the girl and carried the residuum himself. The night air was chilly outside the motel. Mr. Red popped his trunk and loaded the purse inside. The blond did the like and her picayune doll road up. Mr. Red shut the torso and moved around to his door. He put the paint in and the blonde started to take the air off but Mr. Red whipped around and grabbed her.

Once he got her on the reason, Mr. Red put his stifle between her legs and propagate them apart. She did n't have on panties so he easily pulled the elastic dance orchestra down on his shorts. He did n't have it off where he found the energy. Already hard, Mr. Red shoved himself inside and grabbed a fist of blonde hair as he spread the petty officer overt. Part of him imagined Esha 's benighted maze and the forbid fruit underneath. Except the female child under him was used to being treated this way. She took Mr. Red 's cock without struggling, even spreading her short articulatio coxae to live with his girth deeper. Mr. Red finished up and left her there in the gravel. Three in one nighttime. Not bad .