dupe # 9
by Georgia Greene

The room was disconsolate aside from the tv camera flashes. Mr. Red sat down naked on a small chair across from the motel way bed. Tina struggled on the bed against the ropes, each limb tied to a bed post.He stroked his fat tool with a fist full of lube. In the future room, he could hear Mr. yellowness pounding in some sob sweetmeat. He never gagged the missy like everyone else. He just had to hear them scream. The motel manager was a crookback Indian complained from fourth dimension to sentence, but he had a daughter about the age that Mr. yellow likes a did n't want to stimulate trouble.

Mr Red stood and walked to the camera. They were old poloroid camera so he got his photo right away. He picked up a few and got on the bed with Tina. He grabbed her Kuki, squeezed, and ran his thumb against the black canal tape recording. Eyes all red and teary poor Tina had looked better. Like the first time he 'd seen her at the ice cream parlor. Or when she wore that saucy slight red attire on her particular 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 hairgrip. Then Tina closed her optic and he sighed.

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

Mr. Red opened the nighttime bandstand drawer and pulled out a large thick dildo he liked to send for Stretch Satchmo. He slapped Tina 's face with it, laughed, and then pulled out a big magnum condom. Tina 's centre grew broad and she started to hitch surd against the ropes but could n't get anywhere. Her red hair flew everywhere. Mr. Red just smiled and ripped the golden transparency while the bed jumped under him. He rolled the condom on Stretch and squeezed a glob 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 public figure prescript. Now Mr. Red was raging at himself. He crept into the bed and got behind Tina, grabbing a handful of her soft vibration ass core then drove Stretch Satchmo into her tiny pinko snatch. Tina screamed but he could barely hear it through the tape, and her eubstance stiffened. Mr. Red jammed more in and then pulled back, starting to shake the dildo back and forth. His eyes bulged watching her plastered puss squeeze down. Mr. Red started touching himself again.

He pulled Stretch Armstrong away and Tina dropped on the bed, finally relaxing her torso and sobbing like a minuscule young lady. 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 infer Tina was complaining about. He was wearing protection. Mr. Red gripped her slender shoulder and pushed himself inside. She was fuddled than he 'd ever dreamed. Would he possess gotten in without Stretch Armstrong 's supporter ? 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 rope were tight. Mr. Red used to be a boyscout. He started to ride her harder, pushing down until his slick back trapped hers against the mattress. He let go off Tina 's berm and grabbed her tomentum, breathing against her neck as he stuffed her until her purulent lip wrapped around the root word of his dick. Mr. Red groaned and started fucking her harder. The bed rocked and hit the wall. Mr. Yellow pounded on the wall.

`` lull 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 stretchability Armstrong and pressed the tip against her niggling rectum. That put a fervency in her and Tina started to struggle again, surd than before even. It felt so secure against his cock that he almost came but kept it under ascendence. Instead Mr. Red pushed the dildo further up Tina 's mother fucker, watching her try to advertize it out, squeezing her muscle tight but it was no use.

Mr. Red thrust in and out and with Tina squirming and bucking, it was almost like having a will mate. He moaned and stroked her hair, pushing another inch in when he needed a decent kick. Finally he could n't take it and exploded into the condom. He pulled out and slip the rubber off. He tossed it in the dissipation bin and pulled out the dildo. He collected his delineation and tucked them in his quietus away bag. Then he stashed away stretching Armstrong. Tina trembled on the bed with both divulge orifices raw and red. She laid there defeated, just bawling. Mr. Red tried to push aside it as he put on his drawers and Tshirt. He almost felt bad. He always felt bad afterwards.

`` hello room table service ? Yes I 'm done. Yes Room 5. ``

15 bit later, two men in ski masks and gloves arrived. One of them pushed a needle into Tina 's good ass cheek and not even two minutes later she passed out, out like a visible light. They cut her ties and then started to fondle her breasts. One of them stuck a digit inside her. Most times they just picked up the girlfriend and left and Mr. Red heard rumors the room avail men took good turn with the young lady in the berth but he had never seen it up close.

These men stripped down unable to hold back. Their wiry bodies did n't meet the fat pudgy cocks hanging from between their pegleg. One pulled away the duct tape and pushed his prick in her lip. The other was sliding it into her ass, where reaching Louis Armstrong had been. Mr. Red turned and left the room.

Outside it was a line of merchandise of hallways. But he was n't alone. Mr. White walked down the hall in a pink bathroom and hazy carpet slipper. As usual he had his favourite. Two naked vernal girls on leashes, one blonde and one brunette, each walking on all fours, faces towards the footing. 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 desire to know the answer to.

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

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

`` phallus like you make it worth it. '' Then Mr. Yellow started up again and his short client started screaming. Mr. White frowned. `` I keep telling him to use the tape. I buy so a good deal tape from Walmart so we do n't draw care. ``

`` Yes Mr. White. ``

`` phone number nine. That 's a milestone. Follow me. I want to deal you to your tenth. ``

Mr. Red tried to take on it cool down. It was a special treat to be invited anywhere with the club United States President. He had a easy pass and from time to clock time pulled the lease on his favorite, causing one of the girls head to yank back with a small yelp. Watching the girls crawl, Mr. Red felt himself getting hard again. Their pussies were so smooth they had to be shaved and each of their slight arse were bleached.

`` Here 's my room. ``

Mr. White person opened the door. Men sat on lounge with their client, willing little nymphets. Some sat in big hairy overlap while others lips were wrapped around throbbing hard members with their owner groaning and moaning. The way was dressed up like an roman riot with violent drapes and candles everywhere. The entire place stank of sex. Mr. Red felt his boxers being tugged and when he looked down there was one of his host 's favourite dropping them, tracing her natural language on his software system before gobbling it down.

Mr. Edward Douglas White Jr. took a seat and got the same treatment from his blonde. She curled up between his stage and he strummed her small knock nipples. He palmed the back of her golden headway and started to push her down feather, forcing his stopcock meat down her throat. The brunet bobbed on Mr. Red 's hawkshaw with gusto. She 's had practice ! But still, he only got half hard. component of him just wanted to accommodate the girl down and sodomize her, right in front of everyone. Mr. Edward D. 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 foot and shoved the brunette off. `` Get your sister and see how the police chief is doing. ``

The brunette scrambled away, still on all 4, and went over to the blonde miss. She whispered in their ear and both scuttled towards a gray hairy man with mean eye and a worse smile. Mr. Andrew Dickson White led him to the backrest room and opened the doorway. Mr. Red stepped inside and found a beautiful Thomas Young indian miss inside. easy Robert Brown C-cups, sparkling center wet with snag, and hand cuffed to the headboard. She 'd wedged herself against it like a trapped animal.

`` Did you hear that the motel coach 's men have been touching the girls ? ``
`` They do ? ``
`` I asked Mr. Indira, how would he feel if my social club members 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 affect but Mr. White gripped his shoulder. `` This is just a warning. Take her Black person cherry. ``

With the go ahead, Mr. Red crawled into the bed. It was so much more sybaritic than the one in his room. Esha shook and whimpered, lip covered with high place electrical tape. She pressed against the headboard like she could pass through it. Mr. Red grabbed her leg and pulled her across the canvass. He gripped Esha 's other ankle and looked down. The tangle of black damp hair between her ramification mesmerized him and he wished he could take in her pussy. Mr. Red was so distracted, Esha struck out and managed to give up his nose. He cried out and drop a fist, catching her in the right eye and taking all the fight out of her.

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

Mr. Red flipped Esha on her abdomen. His host had n't offered him safe or lube so he had to make do. He spat in his helping hand and rubbed the tidy sum on his peter, smearing it on the tip and calamus before spitting on Esha 's little brown asshole. She fought like a tiger and even with handcuffs on Mr. Red had to worm her into submission before forcing his fat fuck stick interior. She was so fast he saw stars. Esha screamed like a banshee under him but he just pinned her berm blades and thrust. Mr. Red forced in as lots as he could and then began to drill.

`` That 's right. bugger the little kick. '' Mr. Theodore Harold White 's fist worked up and down.

Mr. Red was ruthless. This was the roughest he 'd ever been. Maybe it was Mr. White River coaching him on or knowing he was getting something Mr. Yellow did n't. Either way, he went mad on Esha. No one would give guessed he 'd just finished with another fille ten moment ago. Her tears stained the mainsheet and Mr. Red 's heavy globe slapped her twat. Esha 's expression 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 time of day before cumming.

Afterwards, Mr. White walked to the bed and pat Mr. Red on the shoulder. He was occupied though, rubbing the daily round Robert Brown mounds he 'd pumped full of his chowder. Esha sobbed and squirmed away from him. Mr. Red 's only sorrow was that his television camera had n't been set up. Mr. White stroked himself to completion, emptying on Esha 's pretty brass. She closed her heart to obviate cum running into them.

`` What if Mr. Indira does n't want to do line 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 cabaret president. ``
`` We 'll forgather next month. Same place, Saami time. A female child escort you to your car. ``

He clapped his hands and his blond pet opened the door wearing a flyspeck sexy cop outfit with high dim boots. She still had a sliver of the constabulary chief 's cum suspension from her lip. Mr. Red kissed Esha 's ass cheek before crawling out of bed and getting into his underdrawers. She took his big hand into hers and walked him out of the private room and past the orgy room. In the residence the room service men had packed his cameras up for him. It was the second favor they 'd done him tonight.

He gave some of the purse to the fille and carried the remainder himself. The dark air was chilly outside the motel. Mr. Red popped his proboscis and loaded the bags inside. The blonde did the same and her little skirt road up. Mr. Red shut the trunk and moved around to his door. He put the Key in and the blonde started to walk off but Mr. Red whipped around and grabbed her.

Once he got her on the primer coat, Mr. Red put his knee between her legs and circularise them apart. She did n't induce on panties so he easily pulled the elastic band down on his short. He did n't eff where he found the energy. Already hard, Mr. Red shoved himself inside and grabbed a fist of blonde hair as he spread the little officer open. role of him imagined Esha 's dark snarl and the interdict 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 hips to bury his girth deeper. Mr. Red finished up and left her there in the crushed rock. Three in one night. Not bad .