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

The Shark and Seal - Tourists in Hell Part 27

... said

I

would call

you

.” Damn, this brunette’s fuck-hole was paradise. I would come soon if I wasn’t careful.

“Fuck off. You want to do this or not? Vigo said you wanted to set up a meet? What’s up?”

Gregor Devereux, the leader of the Blue Claws, my main rival and the only other biker gang that threatened my Frost Demons’ influence in this part of Alaska, sounded deceptively nonchalant over the phone. We hated each other, but sometimes we became allies of convenience. Over the years we’d learned to tolerate each other’s existence and achieved a precarious balance. If anyone tried to move in on our turf, well, they found out in a hurry that it was a quick way to wind up dead.

“Yeah. I have a peace offering for you.” Every now and then we offered each other ‘gifts.’ Most of these gifts came in the form of drugs, other smuggled commodities… and of course, fresh pussy.

“That so? Like what?” he rumbled.

I stroked Jamie’s hair as she stared at my raping cock. Her ass had been healing nicely over the last few weeks. Soon she’d be ready for some action up her butthole again. But I’d had enough of the cunt. I was bored of her: it was time to put her to good use and earn a little goodwill from my arch nemesis.

“I’ve got two fresh pussies. I think you’ll like ‘em.”

I watched with sadistic delight as the cute blonde’s eyes turned big as saucers. Stupid bitch had no idea what was in store for her.

“Give me more than that, man. Details?”

I ...

... readjusted the phone against my ear and lanced Wet Pussy’s snatch with another fervent thrust. “Well, let’s see… I got two sisters, 22 and 24 years old. The younger is a brunette, the older is a blonde. The blonde’s got some big melons on her. I’ll give you the blonde for free, but if you want the more petite younger bitch, she’ll cost you.”

“Fine,” Gregor grumbled. “The usual?”

“Twenty-five K, not a penny less.”

“If she’s my type, sure. Deal. See you next week.”

Devereaux hung up. I threw the phone onto the bed. Sasha was close to climax. Her hips gyrated as her damp cunt kept grinding against her boy-toy’s face. With her nipples poking out with arousal, the little slut soon began to reach toward the pinnacle of orgasm. Her breasts shook wildly as the mattress squeaked. She humped his mouth like a hellcat.

Damn

. At this rate my girl was going to break that boy’s face.

“OOOOOOHHHH FUCK! YES BABY!” My beautiful wife was a true gusher, and she spurted her sweet cunt-nectar all over that boy-toy’s face. The college kid got a river of cunt juice in his mouth, down his throat, and splashing all over his nose and chin. Coming down from her high, Sasha kept languidly grinding, unconcerned with whether her cock-slave could breathe or not. His pathetic sputters didn’t concern her. The pungent scent of her sex filled the room.

“Thanks for letting me keep this one,” she said with a contented sigh.

I grunted with a frown. “For now, bitch. Remember, you serve MY cock ...