Victim # 9
by Georgia Graham Greene

The way was darkness aside from the camera flashes. Mr. Red sat down naked on a small-scale chair across from the motel room bed. Tina struggled on the bed against the circle, each tree branch tied to a bed post.He stroked his fat dick with a fist total of lube. In the next way, he could hear Mr. yellowness pounding in some sobbing sweetmeat. He never gagged the girl like everyone else. He just had to pick up them scream. The motel manager was a hunchbacked Indian complained from time to time, but he had a daughter about the age that Mr. Yellow likes a did n't desire to do trouble.

Mr Red stood and walked to the camera. They were old poloroid camera so he got his flick right away. He picked up a few and got on the bed with Tina. He grabbed her chin, squeezed, and ran his ovolo against the smutty duct tapeline. Eyes all red and teary-eyed poor Tina had looked better. Like the low gear time he 'd seen her at the ice cream parlor. Or when she wore that impudent footling red dress on her engagement final Sabbatum. But today she had n't even bear 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 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 ring Stretch Armstrong. He slapped Tina 's face with it, laughed, and then pulled out a big magnum condom. Tina 's oculus grew wide and she started to go against hard against the ropes but could n't get anywhere. Her red haircloth flew everywhere. Mr. Red just smiled and ripped the lucky foil while the bed jumped under him. He rolled the condom on stretchiness and squeezed a lump of lube on the tip.

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

He bit his lip. Mr. White had a very serious no names rule. Now Mr. Red was angry at himself. He crept into the bed and got behind Tina, grabbing a handful of her cushy trembling ass meat then drove reaching Satchmo into her bantam pink slit. Tina screamed but he could barely discover it through the magnetic tape, and her body stiffened. Mr. Red jammed more in and then pulled back, starting to rock the dildo back and Forth River. His center bulged watching her soaked snatch squeeze down. Mr. Red started touching himself again.

He pulled stretching Satchmo away and Tina dropped on the bed, finally relaxing her body and sobbing like a short girl. Mr. Red reached over her shivering body and pulled another safe from the draftsman. He faintly heard Tina whimpering no, no, no again and again. He did n't read 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 have gotten in without stretching Neil Armstrong 's supporter ? He started to force, pulling back on her articulatio humeri and impaling Tina on his sausage as he thrust deep.

She cried and struggled but the roach were tight. Mr. Red used to be a boyscout. He started to depend upon her harder, pushing down until his slickness back trapped hers against the mattress. He let go off Tina 's shoulders and grabbed her hair's-breadth, breathing against her neck as he stuffed her until her purulent lips wrapped around the base of his peter. Mr. Red groaned and started fucking her harder. The bed rocked and hit the paries. 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 mantle, sobbing and laying there. He grabbed stretching Neil Armstrong and pressed the tip against her small rectum. That put a fire in her and Tina started to struggle again, surd than before even. It felt so good against his cock that he almost came but kept it under control. Instead Mr. Red pushed the dildo further up Tina 's asshole, watching her try to push it out, squeezing her muscularity tight but it was no use.

Mr. Red poke in and out and with Tina squirming and bucking, it was almost like having a willing better half. He moaned and stroked her haircloth, pushing another in in when he needed a nice beef. Finally he could n't exact 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 icon and tucked them in his sleep away bag. Then he stashed away Stretch Armstrong. Tina trembled on the bed with both exposed orifices raw and red. She laid there defeated, just bawling. Mr. Red tried to push aside it as he put on his short and Tshirt. He almost felt bad. He always felt bad afterwards.

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

15 minutes later, two men in ski masks and gloves arrived. One of them pushed a needle into Tina 's justly ass cheek and not even two minutes later she passed out, out like a illumination. They cut her association and then started to fondle her breasts. One of them stuck a fingerbreadth inside her. about meter they just picked up the daughter and left and Mr. Red heard rumors the room table service men took turns with the girls in the position but he had never seen it up close.

These men stripped down unable to wait. Their wiry torso did n't match the fat pudgy cock hanging from between their legs. One pulled away the duct tape recording and pushed his cock in her oral cavity. The other was sliding it into her ass, where stretch Armstrong had been. Mr. Red turned and left the room.

Outside it was a railway line of hallways. But he was n't alone. Mr. White walked down the hall in a pink toilet and bleary carpet slipper. As usual he had his pets. Two naked young girls on leashes, one blonde and one brunet, each walking on all quatern, faces towards the land. 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 want 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 pureness, Mr. White. ``

`` fellow member like you make it worth it. '' Then Mr. yellow started up again and his piffling guest started screaming. Mr. Andrew D. White frowned. `` I keep telling him to use the taping. I buy so much tape from Walmart so we do n't describe attention. ``

`` Yes Mr. White person. ``

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

Mr. Red tried to play it cool. It was a special treat to be invited anywhere with the club president. He had a easygoing walk and from metre to meter pulled the lease on his pet, causing one of the fille head to yank back with a minor yip. Watching the girl crawl, Mr. Red felt himself getting hard again. Their pussies were so smooth they had to be shaved and each of their little shit were bleached.

`` Here 's my room. ``

Mr. whiteness opened the room access. Men sat on couches with their guests, leave trivial nymphets. Some sat in big hairy lap while others sass were wrapped around throbbing firmly members with their owners groaning and moaning. The room was dressed up like an Roman saturnalia with scarlet curtain and candles everywhere. The intact place stank of sex. Mr. Red felt his shorts being tugged and when he looked down there was one of his boniface 's pets dropping them, tracing her tongue on his package before gobbling it down.

Mr. White took a keister and got the Lapp intervention from his blond. She curled up between his legs and he strummed her small tap pap. He palmed the back of her golden head and started to labour her down, forcing his pecker sum down her throat. The brunette bobbed on Mr. Red 's gumshoe with zest. She 's had recitation ! But still, he only got half hard. Part of him just wanted to hold the miss down and sodomize her, right in front end of everyone. Mr. 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. '' He raised his foundation and shoved the brunette off. `` Get your sister and see how the police chief is doing. ``

The brunette scrambled away, still on all four-spot, and went over to the blonde girl. She whispered in their ear and both scuttled towards a greyness haired man with mean oculus and a worse smile. Mr. gabardine led him to the back room and opened the room access. Mr. Red stepped inside and found a beautiful young indian fille inside. Soft brown C-cups, sparkling heart wet with weeping, and hand 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 girl ? ``
`` They do ? ``
`` I asked Mr. Indira, how would he find if my club member took something that belonged to him. But he did n't take heed ! '' He pat Mr. Red on the binding 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. White gripped his shoulder. `` This is just a warning. Take 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, oral fissure covered with high range electrical tape measure. She pressed against the headboard like she could kick the bucket through it. Mr. Red grabbed her leg and pulled her across the weather sheet. He gripped Esha 's other articulatio talocruralis and looked down. The tangle of dark dampish tomentum between her legs mesmerized him and he wished he could demand her pussy. Mr. Red was so distracted, Esha struck out and managed to kick his nose. He cried out and threw a fist, catching her in the right eye and taking all the competitiveness out of her.

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

Mr. Red flipped Esha on her breadbasket. His emcee had n't offered him condom or lubricant so he had to bring in do. He spat in his hand and rubbed the mess on his cock, smearing it on the tip and tool before spitting on Esha 's little brown mother fucker. She fought like a tiger and even with handcuff on Mr. Red had to worm her into submission before forcing his fat roll in the hay stick inside. She was so tight he saw stars. Esha screamed like a banshee under him but he just pinned her shoulder brand and thrusting. Mr. Red forced in as lots as he could and then began to drill.

`` That 's decently. sodomise 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. 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 daughter ten instant ago. Her tear stained the rag and Mr. Red 's sound Lucille Ball slapped her pussy. Esha 's side was tight and every sentence he pushed she gave a fair sex '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 round brown 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. White stroked himself to culmination, emptying on Esha 's pretty brass. She closed her eyes to invalidate 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 only daughter. He wo n't make me angry. ``
`` I guess that 's why you 're the club prexy. ``
`` We 'll meet succeeding month. same property, Same metre. A missy escort you to your car. ``

He clapped his paw and his blonde pet opened the door wearing a petite sexy cop outfit with high black iron heel. She still had a sliver 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 script into hers and walked him out of the private room and past the orgy room. In the hall the way service 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 dark air was chilly outside the motel. Mr. Red popped his trunk and loaded the bagful inside. The blonde did the same and her little skirt road up. Mr. Red shut the tree trunk and moved around to his doorway. He put the tonality in and the blond started to walk off but Mr. Red whipped around and grabbed her.

Once he got her on the background, Mr. Red put his stifle between her legs and spread them apart. She did n't feature on panties so he easily pulled the elastic striation down on his shorts. He did n't have a go at it where he found the get-up-and-go. Already hard, Mr. Red shoved himself inside and grabbed a fist of blonde hair as he spread the little ship's officer open. Part of him imagined Esha 's dour tangle and the nix 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 rose hip to swallow up his girth deeper. Mr. Red finished up and left her there in the crushed rock. Three in one dark. Not bad .