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

The Shark and Seal - Tourists in Hell Part 25

... survivor. The tourist cunts and their men had made their bed, so they could lie in it for all I cared.

Just then, I heard a plaintive groan from across the bar. It was the fiancé. Judging by the fact that it wasn’t a shriek of agony, I could tell it meant something else: the man was finally, at long last, coming inside the snatch of Rex’s wife.

“YES! You bastard, come,” Sasha cooed. Everyone knew why she was anxious for him to come. Now she could finally get a reprieve from the electric shocks. Just as her husband had ordered her, Sasha now proceeded to lower her sticky folds to the face of Sara’s boyfriend. Rex and I watched a long, thick rope of cum ooze from her despoiled pussy into the boyfriend’s mouth. He swallowed just as he’d been told. Then she was face-sitting on him, grinding her wet pussy against his mouth and nose. The pretty-boy’s sudden if muffled bellow of pain spoke volumes.

“Oooohhh… what’s wrong? Is my pussy nudging against that busted nose of yours? Too bad. Now keep licking and sucking, baby. Mmmm… yes, just like that,” Sasha purred. The raven-haired vixen continued to smother the man’s face with her wet folds. She placed two delicate hands on his chest and began to stroke his pectoral muscles even as he groaned in pain, forced to eat pussy.

“She’s a rare woman, isn’t she?” I had been so glued to the scene that I hadn’t noticed Rex’s approach. Lem was with the other Frost Demons, giving orders as they prepared to leave. They were gathering ...

... up their gear, putting away chairs, cleaning tables. Just as Rex had promised, his men were tidying up after tonight’s mess and disposing of evidence.

Startled, I managed to nod.

She’s rare, all right – her sadism second only to yours, asshole.

Of course, those words remained thought rather than spoken for the sake of self-preservation.

Rex’s bearded, Neanderthal face gave me a rare and wry smile.

“You feeling left out after only getting teased by my wife?” He jerked his chin toward the slender Sara. The 22-year-old captive was still kneeling, lapping at her sister’s cunt with single-minded purpose, her nose pressed between her sister’s ass cheeks. The blonde still hadn’t stirred. Watching petite babe now, it seemed like she was trying to revive her sister through the tenderness of her cunt-slurping alone. I stared at the glistening, gaping hole of Sara’s ass still leaking cum too. It was almost distended enough to put my fist through, but not bloody and torn like her big sister’s. She’d been lucky. My eyes flicked up and down between the alluring sight of the brunette’s swollen pussy and her gaping asshole. My cock yearned for both.

“Left out?” I echoed. The erection in my pants now strained even harder for release.

“Yeah. Look, I know we took advantage of you tonight. What happened, it wasn’t pretty, but I have to maintain discipline with my men. I can’t let an insult go unpunished, especially from a bunch of worthless, stuck-up tourist cunts and their ...