The Shark and Seal - Tourists in Hell Part 19 - Sex Stories

The Shark and Seal - Tourists in Hell Part 19

... “My name is Sara.

Please

, I’ll do whatever you want.”

Thicker and Thinner exchanged a look. Thicker took the lead. “First off, bitch, we don’t care what your name is. You’re just ‘Cunt’ or ‘Fuck-hole’ or ‘Hot Tits’ to us. Second, you want to make us happy? Well, I know your ass is still virgin, slut… so let’s start there. You willing to give up that tight asshole for a little mercy? Is that a fair trade?”

The willowy brunette was trembling. Although the biker had phrased it as a question, she could probably tell it was

anything

but.

On the other side of the bar, a man now roared as he came deep in the blonde woman’s ass. He drew out as a fresh stream of red-tinted jism leaked from the girl’s caved-in asshole. The deep, soul-numbing agony of her sister’s muffled cries reached Sara as a new man took the previous man’s place. Two cocks continued to spit-roast her, one in her mouth and one in her ass or pussy – I couldn’t tell which one the new man had opted to go for, at least not from my current vantage point. Reminded of how much worse her ordeal could get, the younger sister nodded reluctantly.

“Y-yes sir. My ass… is yours.”

“Good girl.” Thicker climbed up onto the table. Thinner seemed content to stay on the sidelines for now. Thicker pointed. “Get down on all fours, bitch. Present that sweet ass to me.”

Sara complied. I watched the lithe, sexy brunette bend over, her legs spread, ass high up in the air for her rapist’s anticipation and ...

... pleasure. Her pale skin reminded me of fine porcelain as she knelt there, awaiting her next degradation and humiliation. Head bowed, she acted the part of a true submissive.

“Please Sir, take me in the ass. This ass belongs to you,” she murmured. I had to give this much to her – she was smarter than her sister. She instinctively knew that to abase herself in front of this audience might – just

might

, if she was extremely lucky, pay off somehow in the end.

Marcus, the boyfriend, chose that moment to make a strangled sound of protest. Apparently seeing his girlfriend beg to be ass-raped was too much even for his considerably diminished dignity. The biker ass-raping the college student punched him in the back of head.

“Did I say you could complain, pretty-boy? Shut up and focus on my cock bursting your bowels. Your girlfriend is upping the show for us now. Her first anal fuck. It’ll be

hot

. You should be thanking her, not whining like the little bitch you are,” the biker growled, slamming into him again as Marcus’ caramel-colored eyes fluttered in agony.

To my surprise, I still felt a pang of sympathy for the couple. Before I knew what I was doing, I approached the table where petite babe leaned over about to get her first anal shafting. Thicker had his erection laying along the crack of her ass, admiring her sensual curves, prolonging the moment.

“What’s up?” he rumbled as I came closer. I had grabbed a bottle of olive oil.

“This might help,” I ...