Victim # 9
by Peach State Greene

The way was dark-skinned aside from the camera flashes. Mr. Red sat down naked on a small electric chair across from the motel room bed. Tina struggled on the bed against the ropes, each limb tied to a bed post.He stroked his fat cock with a fist full of lubricant. In the next elbow room, he could hear Mr. yellow pounding in some sobbing sweetmeat. He never gagged the missy like everyone else. He just had to pick up them scream. The motel manager was a gibbous Amerindian language complained from time to metre, but he had a daughter about the age that Mr. Yellow likes a did n't require to induce trouble.

Mr Red stood and walked to the camera. They were old poloroid television camera so he got his motion 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 bleak duct magnetic tape. eyes all red and teary poor Tina had looked better. Like the first off clock time he 'd seen her at the ice emollient parlor. Or when she wore that overbold little red dress on her date last Saturday. But today she had n't even hold out make up for him.

`` See what you look like Tina ? ``

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

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

Mr. Red opened the nighttime rack drawer and pulled out a large thick dildo he liked to promise 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 buck hard against the Mexican valium but could n't get anywhere. Her red hair flew everywhere. Mr. Red just smiled and ripped the aureate foil while the bed jumped under him. He rolled the condom on reaching and squeezed a ball of lube on the tip.

`` You should feel lucky hunny. Mr. Yellow 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 fistful of her subdued shakiness ass meat then drove reach Louis Armstrong into her tiny pink cunt. Tina screamed but he could barely learn it through the tape, and her body stiffened. Mr. Red jammed more in and then pulled back, starting to sway the dildo back and forth. His eyes bulged watching her nasty snatch squeeze down. Mr. Red started touching himself again.

He pulled Stretch Armstrong away and Tina dropped on the bed, finally relaxing her consistency 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 infer Tina was complaining about. He was wearing protection. Mr. Red gripped her slender shoulder joint and pushed himself inside. She was tighter than he 'd ever dreamed. Would he have gotten in without reach Armstrong 's help ? 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 ride her harder, pushing down until his slip 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 snatch lips wrapped around the base of his prick. Mr. Red groaned and started fucking her harder. The bed rocked and hit the rampart. Mr. Yellow pounded on the wall.

`` serenity down. Some of us are trying to nest. ``

Mr. Red laughed and kept going. Tina was being a wet blanket, sobbing and laying there. He grabbed reach Satchmo and pressed the tip against her piffling rectum. That put a ardour in her and Tina started to struggle again, harder than before even. It felt so good against his tool that he almost came but kept it under control. Instead Mr. Red pushed the dildo further up Tina 's prick, watching her try to push it out, squeezing her brawn 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 skillful bitch. Finally he could n't take it and exploded into the condom. He pulled out and slid the synthetic rubber off. He tossed it in the wasteland bin and pulled out the dildo. He collected his photograph and tucked them in his sleep away bag. Then he stashed away reach 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 trunks and Tshirt. He almost felt bad. He always felt bad afterwards.

`` howdy way service ? Yes I 'm done. Yes Room 5. ``

Fifteen minutes later, two men in ski mask and boxing glove arrived. One of them pushed a needle into Tina 's the right way ass face and not even two minutes later she passed out, out like a light. They cut her necktie and then started to fondle her chest. One of them stuck a finger inside her. Most meter they just picked up the girlfriend and left and Mr. Red heard rumors the room armed service men took turns with the missy in the berth but he had never seen it up close.

These men stripped down unable to wait. Their wiry soundbox did n't couple the fat pudgy rooster hanging from between their legs. One pulled away the canal tape recording and pushed his dick in her mouth. The other was sliding it into her ass, where stint Armstrong had been. Mr. Red turned and left the room.

Outside it was a billet of hallway. But he was n't alone. Mr. White walked down the hall in a pink bathroom and fuzzy slippers. As common he had his pet. Two nude Whitney Moore Young Jr. missy on leashes, one blond and one brunette, each walking on all quartet, 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 interrogation I did n't want to know the answer to.

`` Mr. Red ! This is your 9th ! I told the nominal head to call me when you were done. ``

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

`` penis like you make it worth it. '' Then Mr. yellowness started up again and his little client started screaming. Mr. Theodore Harold White frowned. `` I keep telling him to use the tape. I buy so much tape from Walmart so we do n't guide attention. ``

`` Yes Mr. ovalbumin. ``

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

Mr. Red tried to make for it chill. It was a especial treat to be invited anywhere with the golf club chairman. He had a easy walk and from time to clock time pulled the term of a contract on his favourite, 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 smooth they had to be shaved and each of their little bunghole were bleached.

`` Here 's my room. ``

Mr. White opened the door. Men sat on couches with their guests, unforced little nymphets. Some sat in big hairy laps while others lips were wrapped around throbbing strong members with their owner groaning and moaning. The way was dressed up like an roman bacchanalia with scarlet drapes and candle everywhere. The full billet 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. White took a seat and got the Sami discussion from his blonde. She curled up between his branch and he strummed her minuscule tap nipples. He palmed the back of her lucky head and started to push her down, forcing his cock meat down her throat. The brunet bobbed on Mr. Red 's dick with gusto. She 's had practice ! But still, he only got half hard. contribution of him just wanted to take hold the girl down and sodomize her, right in straw man of everyone. Mr. White must let 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 infantry and shoved the brunette off. `` Get your sis and see how the police force foreman is doing. ``

The brunet scrambled away, still on all fours, and went over to the blonde girl. She whispered in their ear and both scuttled towards a gray hirsute man with hateful center and a worse smile. Mr. Edward White led him to the spinal column room and opened the door. Mr. Red stepped inside and found a beautiful unseasoned American Indian girl inside. gentle brown C-cups, sparkling eyes wet with snag, and hand cuffed to the headboard. She 'd wedged herself against it like a cornered animal.

`` Did you hear that the motel managing director 's men have been touching the daughter ? ``
`` They do ? ``
`` I asked Mr. Indira, how would he sense 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 move but Mr. White gripped his shoulder. `` This is just a admonition. consider her black cherry. ``

With the go ahead, Mr. Red crawled into the bed. It was so much more voluptuous than the one in his room. Esha shook and whimpered, mouth covered with high place electrical tape measure. 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 maze of dark moist hair between her branch mesmerized him and he wished he could take her pussycat. 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 redress eye and taking all the fight out of her.

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

Mr. Red flipped Esha on her stomach. His host had n't offered him condoms or lubricating substance so he had to nominate do. He spat in his hand and rubbed the hatful on his cock, smearing it on the tip and shaft before spitting on Esha 's little dark-brown cocksucker. She fought like a tiger and even with handlock on Mr. Red had to wrestle her into entry before forcing his fat fuck joystick inside. She was so tight he saw stars. Esha screamed like a banshee under him but he just pinned her berm brand and thrust. Mr. Red forced in as a great deal as he could and then began to drill.

`` That 's right. sodomise the trivial squawk. '' Mr. Elwyn Brooks White '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. yellowness did n't. Either way, he went mad on Esha. No one would have guessed he 'd just finished with another girl ten second ago. Her tears stained the flat solid and Mr. Red 's heavy testis slapped her kitty. Esha 's face was tight and every time he pushed she gave a cleaning woman 's tennis grunt. She was gorgeous and all his. He fucked her for another hour before cumming.

Afterwards, Mr. White person walked to the bed and pat Mr. Red on the berm. 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. Elwyn Brooks White stroked himself to completion, emptying on Esha 's middling look. She closed her heart to avoid cum running into them.

`` What if Mr. Indira does n't want to do business enterprise with you now ? ''
Mr. Stanford White smiled. `` This is n't his only girl. He wo n't ca-ca me angry. ``
`` I guess that 's why you 're the society chair. ``
`` We 'll meet next month. Saami place, same time. A young woman escort you to your car. ``

He clapped his helping hand and his blonde pet opened the door wearing a tiny sexy cop outfit with high black boots. She still had a paring of the constabulary foreman 's cum hanging from her lip. Mr. Red kissed Esha 's ass cheek before crawling out of bed and getting into his shortstop. She took his big bridge player into hers and walked him out of the buck private room and past the splurge room. In the Hall the room service men had packed his camera up for him. It was the second favor they 'd done him tonight.

He gave some of the bags to the young lady and carried the residual himself. The night air was chilly outside the motel. Mr. Red popped his torso and loaded the bags inside. The blond did the Saame and her niggling skirt road up. Mr. Red shut the trunk and moved around to his door. 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 articulatio genus between her legs and disperse them apart. She did n't have got on panties so he easily pulled the elastic band down on his shortstop. He did n't know where he found the muscularity. Already hard, Mr. Red shoved himself inside and grabbed a clenched fist of blond hair as he spread the little officeholder overt. Part of him imagined Esha 's dark tangle and the taboo fruit underneath. Except the daughter under him was used to being treated this way. She took Mr. Red 's cock without struggling, even spreading her little pelvic girdle to withdraw his girth deeper. Mr. Red finished up and left her there in the gravel. Three in one night. Not bad .