The Shark and Seal - Tourists in Hell Part 22 - Sex Stories

The Shark and Seal - Tourists in Hell Part 22

... intensifying, it seemed that she’d managed to reach orgasm from the anal penetration alone just as Thicker came.

At last he pulled out, his cock glistening with fluid even in the dim light of my bar. He gave the sensual curves of the brunette’s ass an affectionate smack before dismounting from the table. Soon we all could see the copious excess jism flowing out of her anal crevice before cascading, like a tainted waterfall, down the slit of her pussy. She looked with glassy eyes down at the table beneath her, clearly still coming to terms with her just completed, first-ever anal rape.

“Not bad, cunt. You show my brother the same enthusiasm, he may let you stay in one piece,” Thicker drawled as he sat down and called for a beer.

Thinner’s eyes narrowed. The last of the Frost Demons to still have unspent seed churning in his balls, I could sense his impatience and his need. He approached the girl but instead of shrinking away from him in fear, as he’d clearly expected, she sat at the edge of the table, her legs dangling off the side, and opened her thighs wide to receive him.

“Please fuck me, Sir. Please take my pussy or ass or mouth… w-whatever you wish,” she chirped. I could tell now that the brunette was smarter than her older sister. She was trying to be as compliant and cooperative as possible. The men seemed to appreciate it. Even ‘Thinner,’ sadistic as he was, seemed taken aback but appreciative of the change of pace.

He marveled at her. “Fine, bitch. You ...

... want to play nice, I’ll let you off easy this time. Guess I’ll have to beat and torture your tits and pussy later. Keep those legs open. It’s time to fuck.”

She locked her legs around the biker’s ass while he began to impale her right there on the side of the table. Petite babe’s elegant arms wrapped around his upper torso as he slammed his cock viciously between her legs. The slut didn’t complain though. She moaned, her body rocking to and fro to the savagery of his raping shaft. She clung to him like a whore, letting him crush her breasts against his chest while his cock sought the paradise of her wet-warm sheath around every inch of its throbbing length.

The nearby patrons and I saw the girl’s upturned face, her expression one of guilt-ridden surrender. The pleasure that cock had to be giving her, awakening so many sensations, friction setting the nerve endings of her cunt walls alight, had to be preferable over the ass-reaming moments earlier. No wonder the girl’s pale, delicate hands were now cupping the tattoo-covered back of the thrusting biker. With her ankles locked tightly together, hips hugging Thinner’s waist, the young bitch seemed to have decided to make the best of her ordeal. Maybe she felt, just as I was sensing, that her very survival depended on it.

“Kiss me, you worthless fuck-toy. Kiss me!” Thinner hissed. The girl lifted her chin just in time as he claimed her mouth. The two kissed like lovers while the biker raped her like a tireless brute, his ...