Already over a dozen men and women had entered the room, buying drinks and joining others. They had heard the word, yet were sceptical. The sight of Alex pounding the very soul out of this woman was proof enough. The man had set such a speed that a lesser man would have already blown his load, twice. Some cheered, others begged for the same, others were simply amazed. A few men began betting on how long the two would last, resulting in quite the pool. The man behind the bar had never been so busy before, rushing from left to right, serving beer and grabbing cash. He occasionally glanced at the two souls fucking, if it could still be called that.<br/><br/>Faster! Faster Alex! The man told himself, forcing his hips to go quicker and quicker. The air was filled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh. A large trail of sweat was running over Alex’s back, trying to cool some of the heat he was building up there. His eyesight was half glazy, lust taking over control there. He was too busy digging his fingers into her rear, holding on to her for dear life, to notice the people around her. It was like ignoring the thousands of supporters when he was racing. All of it did not matter anymore. Each time he took her, buried his manhood as deep as he was able, he could feel her tensing up. Her insides felt like a warm hand clutching him and vibrating violently. He wanted to go deeper, faster, could he?<br/><br/>Alex bit his own lip, hard, as he began to reach the end of what he was able to. No doubt the woman could feel the tip of his manhood swell up, telling her he was close, very close. He gave her two more thrusts and then pulled out, stepping two steps backwards and letting her see him. His manhood was a throbbing serpent and his waist was a complete wet mess, no doubt mostly due to her essence. He gave her a small grin and then stepped towards her, grabbing her by the hip and lifting her from the bar. He guided her towards two barstools and let her upper body rest on one of them, the other close enough so she could support her arms. She was now facing the crowd while Alex held her lower body up with his arms.<br/><br/>He slowly moved forwards and began teasing her rear, smearing some of her wetness onto the tight little ring. No doubt the girl would think she was going to get the other one filled as well. He’d let her think that, revel in either excitement or fear. Once he was certain that it was wet enough, he plunged forwards, letting his manhood slip in her gender again, leaving the other orifice available to one of his digits. He had his left hand on one of her legs while his right held her hips, the thumb resting on her rear. He already knew what he was going to do next. He was going to go deeper and let her experience something else.<br/><br/>“Hands on your ass and spread them.”<br/><br/>He barked, demanding obedience. Should she tarry, he’d force her hands backwards, letting her pull her own cheeks apart. He’d enjoy the view then, for a minute, before slid a wet digit against her rear, teasing the sensitive skin there. A few circles would be made before he’d use a bit of pressure and force it inside, letting her feel the thickness of his manhood and thumb. The spreading of her cheeks would also allow himself to go a bit deeper, as if she could take much more. He’d force himself in as far as he could, occasionally meeting resistance within her. He’d hammer her right there, not stopping until she came like a bitch in heat. He’d let her climax while facing all the men and women in this bar.<br/>