The Shark and Seal - Tourists in Hell Part 27 - Sex Stories

The Shark and Seal - Tourists in Hell Part 27

... were a great way to go. I stared at Sara’s fine ass while they led her away and said a silent farewell.

“What about the other two??” I asked. The last thing I needed was a fucking dead body left in my bar.

Rex put his hands on my shoulders with a reassuring look. “Relax, my friend. I’ll have this well-cooked bitch-boy disposed of properly.” He proceeded to walk over to the table where the busty blonde – now unconscious (again), lay prone and limp like a ragdoll. He finger-fucked her pussy to see if she’d stir. When she didn’t, he untied her, re-tied her wrists behind her back, and then slung her naked body over his shoulder. He patted her ass while cum and a trace of blood seeped out.

“As for this cunt, she’s my personal plaything… until I tire of her. Then maybe she’ll join her sweet fiancé.”

The rest of the Frost Demons continued scouring my bar and putting everything back in order. They wrapped up the fiancé’s body in a rug and carried it out to the van. By the time they were finished, the whole damn place smelled like bleach. Before Sasha got dressed to leave, the pale dominatrix stalked up to me, slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of my pants, and gripped the base of my cock with one hand.

“Sorry we couldn’t do more, baby. Maybe next time I can convince Rex to let us take things to the next level,” she said suggestively, giving my cock a final pump in farewell before placing a kiss on my lips. Then she was gone. As for Rex, he gave me a nod of ...

... farewell soon after. With one hand possessively cupping the blonde’s butt cheeks, he walked out the back door of my bar and vanished into the night.

There was not even a trace left of the two young tourist couples who had entered my bar last night. Jamie and Sara Reynolds and their fiancé and boyfriend might as well have never even existed. I also had no doubt that the Frost Demons would stash the couples’ vehicle away just long enough to take it apart and dispose of any shreds of evidence that remained.

I sat down. Silence reigned. Pedro came out, finally, having cleaned the kitchen.

“Boss, mind if I bounce?”

I nodded numbly. The enormity of what I’d done and become complicit in still hadn’t worn off yet. “Go on. Get out of here.”

What a night. A night I would never forget. A night that would always remind me, ever after, of the dark depths to which my soul could plunge if given the proper chance.

END of CH. 27

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EPILOGUE: TOURISTS’ FATE

REX’S POINT OF VIEW

I laid back, plush cushions all around me, satin sheets beneath me. The two girls knelt at the foot of the bed, doing their all-important work.

The two cunts formerly known as Jamie and Sara were now just ‘Big Tits’ and ‘Wet Pussy,’ the names I’d given them as I allowed them to live and ‘join’ the Frost Demons as the men’s personal cum-dumps – and

my

cum-dumps first and foremost.

Wet Pussy was kneeling and lapping gently on my balls while Big Tits smothered my ...