The Shark and Seal - Tourists in Hell Part 25 - Sex Stories

The Shark and Seal - Tourists in Hell Part 25

... of tormented lust that crossed her face, I could tell that a tiny part of her even enjoyed it.

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How long had I been absently wiping the countertop with a fresh dishrag? I checked the clock on the barroom wall. It was past 1AM. My bar normally didn’t close until 2AM. Already, though, all except for the Frost Demons and a few die-hard regulars (all truckers) had left for the night.

Sara had completed her task. The girl was dripping cum from every orifice, with more seed smeared along her breasts, thighs, and face. She was curled up on the floor, tears staining her cheeks. Rex nodded at her.

“You did good, cunt. You get to comfort your sister now. That’s right, she’s not dead yet. Go kneel behind her and give me a cunt-slurping show. You can lick that pussy until she wakes up. You heard me, bitch. Get moving. NOW.”

Sara stared blankly. Her horror-filled eyes were dazed, distant, and haunted beyond repair. A spark of hope still peeked through, though, the second Rex acknowledged that her sister was still alive – that the cruel bikers hadn’t shocked her to death after all.

Soon petite babe was crawling over to kneel behind the unconscious, naked blonde still bent over the table. She removed the cigarette still protruding from her sister’s anus and dropped it on the floor. Next she caressed her sister’s welt-covered back and ass cheeks as if to catalogue every lasting trace from the men’s abuse. Then she nudged her ...

... tongue into the girl’s cum-encrusted slit and began to eagerly lap at her sister’s ravaged sex. The soft sounds of her licking filled the intervals between the revving of the motorcycle engine and Sasha and Ricky’s mutual cries. I stared at Sara as she tenderly lapped at her sister’s cunt with a loving care that seemed both obscene and incredibly hot. Perhaps petite babe knew that she and her sister might never see each other again. Who knew what the bikers would do with them? I wouldn’t have put it past Rex to sell one or both of them to rival gangs or human traffickers.

Seemingly just living in the moment, Sara continued to use her tongue to caress her sister’s cum-soaked pussy. Licking, sucking, and slurping sounds emanated from between the blonde’s legs as the brunette showed her sisterly devotion in the only way she could. Staring at the brunette’s pale, perfectly sculpted torso and ass while she knelt there and kept up her cunt-munching display, my cock jerked to attention in my pants

Down, boy.

Was I every bit as much of a monster as the Frost Demons for allowing tonight’s depravity to transpire in my bar while saying and doing nothing? For witnessing everything I’d witnessed not just with indifference, at times, but even arousal?

A man could use denial to his advantage. I was no exception. I would sleep like a baby tonight despite what I’d done (or not done). Whether that made me a monster or not, well, I didn’t care because I was one thing above all else: a ...