EXTRACT FOR
Voyeur
(John Lord)

Feeling a little nervous Peter looked around, the bar was quiet, not quite deserted but certainly not crowded. No-one seemed to have noticed the kinky action developing at the bar. 

Did he feel embarrassed and nervous for her? Did he presume that she was lost inside some kind of fantasy, would she awake from the trance and feel utter shame envelop her. There she was, a woman easily in her thirties, married, a fact heralded by the ring around her finger. A married woman busily masturbating one guy, her hand jerking his hard cock inside his pants as he grunted and squeezed her breasts. The other hand releasing an impressive erection, stroking it sensually as its owner fingered her dripping pussy. She must have lost control, no decent married woman ever behaved so wantonly!

Oh My God! Peter groaned aloud, not that anyone close was even remotely bothered that he could see what was happening. Her skirt had been lifted, and just as the large man had forecast she wasn't wearing panties, her smooth mound divided with a sexy little strip of neatly trimmed pubes.

Her hand grasped the shaft and squeezed, unable to look away Peter saw the glans deepen from grey-pink to a deep throbbing purple. Pre-cum oozed and dribbled down onto her slender fingers. Entranced he watched her study her hand then grin before licking the clear ooze.

Oh you sexy bitch he gasped, she had stood, and releasing her grip on both cocks she lifted her top up over her head before hitching the skirt up around her waist.

"Take your time guys," she giggled as she bent over a tall stool so that her ass was thrust back and her head dropped down to crotch level.

Peter shuffled his stool around and away from the bar just in time to watch a solid length of quivering meat drive hard between her smooth and slippery lips. The slut moaned, a sound that drew attention from the other drowsy patrons. Drinkers who were suddenly very awake and attentive. Peter felt his own pre-cum begin to seep into his boxers, he wanted to masturbate as he watched that massive cock hammer into her eager cunt. The sounds that escaped her made his cock strain, the rhythmical slap, slap, slap of balls hammering her mound. The squelch and slurping of a flooded pussy filled with meat and worked hard... it was all proving too much for Peter as he freed his cock to spare his pants from the spreading stain that was about to happen any second.

"Dirty fucking slut."

The friend had freed his own cock and now pressed it against her lips. Caroline opened instantly and drew him deep mewling softly as she sucked.

"Oh you sexy bitch!" Peter lost control, and stepping forward he grunted and laid a thick rope of cum across her naked back. Again and again and again he spurted hot sperm over her.

"Yeah, good on ya mate!" the muscular guy chuckled as he thrust deeper and forced a moan to emerge from her cock crammed mouth. "Cum all over the slut, she wants to be a cum dump... so let's make her look like a true cum dump."

Peter felt a presence at his side, beside him another shorter, older man was busy jerking, seemingly he also wanted to add to the pooled cum that had begun to track down the valleys between her ribs until it dripped from her hard nipples.