The cunt enjoyed this – she liked me being used by a man, she liked that he was destroying me. How could I ever fuck her again? How could a beat her...bad enough that she would forget this bastard making me his bitch?Again his big fist hit my face and I sprawled across my carpet. “Strip bitch ass up,” he demanded. I looked at him pleadingly, knowing there I could do nothing to stop him.“What are you going to do to me?” He only took one step closer and took off his shirt. She squatted and pulled. He even insisted that I suck him off in the car before I came in." Hearing her talk like this made me feel incredibly jealous but all I could do was to press myself slowly into her pussy. "I'm not sure why you're fucking me" my wife continued "his cock was huge compared to yours. He's stretched me out so that I can hardly feel you. He was such a good fuck. He made me cum time and again. His cock pushed way past where you're getting to. I'm not sure how you're going to pleasure me now" by now I. "Unless you want to get caught, I suggest you keep quiet," he growled."There's no one here," I said. "And besides - it's not my fault I can't keep quiet."He looked at me reproachfully."Oh? Whose fault is it then?" Yours. If you wanted me to be quiet, you should have let me wear panties. That way, you would have something to stuff in my mouth." I smiled wickedly.I could feel him get harder against me, the fabric of his jeans rough against my bare ass. I felt like I had won until his hand. Inside the loo there was a cue at the urinals with many lovely cocks being displayed. I waited for a few minutes watching the various cocks being displayed then, luckily a booth door opened and I was straight in there. I was really after some cock but needed a piss. Through the glory hole I could see a couple fucking as I had a piss and was enjoying the action when a hand came through the hole in the opposite wall and stroked my thigh. I turned and pushed my cock through to immediately feel a.