After sitting there for a minute with his cock buried to the hilt in my wife’s pussy, he reached around her and started squeezing her tits. Rhonda was moaning and panting. He cruelly pinched her nipples and said, “Fuck me, you dirty slut. Fuck me good.” He pinched and pulled on her nipples so hard tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn’t try to get away from him. “Fuck that cock, you fucking whore, fucking slut, worthless dirty fuckslut!”

The words turned me on and I could tell she was also enticed by the vulgarity.
            She couldn’t reach the floor with her feet, so she put hands down on the pool table and began lifting herself off his cock until he was almost all the way out. Then she relaxed and let her weight impale her cunt on his spear again.
            He didn’t let up on her tits. If anything he increased his cruelty. Rhonda started frantically fucking him, going up and then slamming down hard on his peckerwood. Her poor tits were turning red from his rough treatment but she began hissing through clenched teeth and she screamed when she came, sending pussy juice cascading over his cock and down his balls.
            That was all it took for the bartender. He pushed down on her shoulders, holding his cock buried deep in her cunt while his balls emptied their fertile load into her womb.