The Shark and Seal - Tourists in Hell Part 23 - Sex Stories

The Shark and Seal - Tourists in Hell Part 23

... the full length of his rigid man-meat.

He gave the back of her head a firm smack.

“All the way, bitch. You’ll take this cock all the way or I’ll choke you to death!” the biker leader promised.

Her hands were clutching his ass cheeks now. She was trying to just do what he wanted and get through the nightmare. I could tell the way she moaned loudly, trying to please him, desperate to use the limited oxygen she had to make him come down her throat. The dark-haired girl made fervent, desperate slurping noises, her face burrowed against Rex’s pelvis as she now enclosed his cock fully in the hot, warm sleeve of her throat. Rex kept his hand cupping the back of her skull.

“UUUUUUUU!!!!”

Finally, he rewarded her efforts. It seemed that every patron in the bar watched with not just lust but a kind of primal fascination as Rex clutched the girl’s skull and erupted in her mouth, his cock sending a waterfall of sperm down her air passage.

When he pulled out, spurting a few last streams of jizz across the girl’s nose, eyes, and chin, the girl was still coughing. Excess cum dribbled from one corner of her lips.

“UUuugghh!!!” Doubled over, the girl kept on coughing. It took some time before she could breathe normally again. Looking up in fear, she met the gaze of the biker who now owned her.

“You need to learn how to swallow, bitch, but there’ll be time enough to train you on that later if I decide to let you live,” Rex promised. He spread his arms wide in a ...

... magnanimous gesture. “Now don’t just kneel there, you lazy cunt, get up and start making the rounds.” He turned about and raised his voice as his gaze swept across all my patrons who had been eagerly watching the action the last hour or so while the Frost Demons took their fill. “This hot little fuck-toy is going to visit each and every table. She’ll please every man in this bar until not a cock goes unsatisfied. Gentlemen, are you ready to rape this bitch?”

An enthusiastic chorus rose to greet his question. A resounding if depraved ‘Yes’ seemed to emanate from every last patron in my bar. I watched Sara (AKA ‘petite babe’) get to her feet. The girl swayed a little, trying to muster up the strength to do what the sadistic biker gang leader now demanded of her. He turned back to her. Reaching out with one hand, he cupped the girl’s chin and stroked her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb in a gesture of diabolical and deceptive tenderness. His other hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her clitoris.

“Are you ready to use your pussy, tits, ass, and mouth to earn my mercy, cunt? Hmm? Answer me and call me ‘Master,’ you worthless whore.”

I saw the bleakness on the girl’s face. She knew that ‘mercy’ only meant that he’d let her continue to breathe. That was about it. And even

that

lay in doubt.

“Y-yes Master. But please make them stop hurting her. I’ll fuck everyone, just please let my sister rest,” she begged. In the background I could hear two men grunting as they ...