John collected the post pack from the passenger seat and got out of his car, slamming the door on the end of a hard work day. He walked in through the living room and flicked on the tv, tossing the post pack onto the sofa on his way to the fridge. He opened a beer and tipped it back, sucking in half the contents, then he burped and wiped his chin on his sleeve.
He fished into an open box of crackers on the sideboard and stuffed a few into his mouth then collected a second beer and strolled back to the living room. He put down the beers on the coffee table and scratched his ass before stuffing more of the crackers into his mouth.
He picked up the post pack and ripped it open. "A video for fuck's sake," he said to himself. "What's it a fucking ransom demand?" he went on, slipping it into the video player and slumping back onto the sofa.
He scratched his balls and tipped the open beer up again, burped, and then flicked play on the remote.
There was no previews or introduction of any kind. The screen just showed a bare wooden surface, something like the floor of a basketball court. It was a little out of focus but it cleared and then the camera was moving and a black mat about three inches thick came into view. It was vinyl – a typical gym matt.
The camera moved slowly until black filled the screen and suddenly a foot appeared. It was a bare foot, a woman's he thought. It moved quite sharply, as if the owner was sitting or laying and had just been tickled or prodded or something.
The camera had stopped there but it again moved, following the line of what was then obviously a woman's leg. It showed her knee and as it did her other knee scissored across and then sharply moved away again.
The camera continued it's slow journey taking in her thigh and pausing for a moment, and then moving again to display a completely shaven pussy.
There were the fingers of a hand in view, sort of pressed against her other thigh and they were obviously masculine. They moved and the middle finger pressed into the open gash between the woman's pussy lips. It pressed gently and easily slipped in and then it searched around a little, smearing her juices into her folds while she arched her hips and opened her legs a little wider.
The guy's hand then moved away and the camera remained focused on the woman's pussy.
The lighting intensified and the shadow of a hand working a cock was clearly defined. The hand was vibrating over the head and it came into view just as a jet of cum spurted and slurped over the woman's pussy. It was a thick, heavy spurt and it was followed by another and another and then the cock was levered down so the last of the guy's cum flooded into the open lips.
The guy moved back a little and his hand reappeared with his fingers delving into the slop and working it into her folds. There was cum everywhere. It was oozing between his fingers and he was wiping it from her skin and mashing it into her cunt. She was writhing and splaying her legs to allow the guy access.
