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Martin Hill was thrilled as a young couple moved into the vacant apartment next door because the 22 year or something old woman was a looker with a stunning body which she definitely liked to flaunt in revealing clothes. Most of the time she wore ultra tight mini shorts or skirts which didn't left much to the imagination. Additionally she had an enticing habit to sway her gorgeous ass before his eyes; hardly covered by her clothes. She smiled at him in a way like she wanted to say she was available for a nice backdoor romp. He wouldn't mind to push his huge cock in her probably virgin asshole. When they occasionally met in the hallway Martin didn't make any effort to hide his inflating cock in his pants. It was a guess whether she saw it.
Martin became more agitated when he heard through the badly sound-proofed walls that the young couple seemed to perform pure, plain vanilla sex. His living room was wall to wall with their bedroom. He never heard dirty words or indications of having sex other than in the missionary. However, after one week it came to Martin's knowledge that the young woman was a hot minx who wanted to have sex all the time. Twice he heard her complaining that her husband shouldn't be so tired after returning from work and to fuck her longer. Martin wouldn't mind to help this overcharged guy; to give his wife his nine inch, thick monster to sample.
Usually four times a week one of his mistresses stayed overnight with him. Two of them were awfully neglected trophy wives with husband often out of town on business. The women had no proof but wouldn't be surprised if their husbands had something going on at the side. The women were in the prime of their sexuality in their early forties with children already out of the house. The first time Martin fucked them months ago (just a week apart) they couldn't believe what they had missed for more than 25 years. He showed them the true meaning of carnal pleasure.
Just a few days after he met them he took their anal cherries with the result they couldn't get enough of his huge dick in their tight bottoms; as well as his other two mistresses who were singles in their twenties. Martin never enquired whether they had boyfriends beside him. It didn't matter because he knew with his extraordinary dick and his outstanding sexual prowess they would come back to him like moths to a flame.
Normally after a light dinner which he liked to cook for his mistresses they would retreat straight to the bedroom; but after the young couple moved in next door he convinced his lovers to have their first session around the world on the living room couch. When he sampled his mistresses for the first time it became Martin's immediate goal to persuade them to make their excitement vocal.
They were now screamers who were uttering filthy words all the time. It hadn't mattered in his bedroom because there was no other condo beside him, but on the living room couch it was a different matter. He would make a million dollar bet that Kate, that's the young woman's name, had heard his lovers screaming to give them his cum to taste, to fuck their pussies as hard as he could with his monster cock and to split their asshole open to the size of a barn door. Martin assumed that Kate's husband had heard them as well.
Unfortunately, not three weeks after the young couple had moved in next door Martin became annoyed of them. They had started to disturb him with a persistent loud quarreling in the morning and late afternoon. Things between them had been getting pretty dull. The young wife was constantly claiming for more sex. Obviously the young husband was very busy at work and struggled with his new job in this city. He was more tired after work than a young man should be with an incredibly sexy, horny wife. Maybe what he had in mind would liven to things up, and probably he could show this woman what great sex is meant to be.
He was ready when Mark, the husband, stormed out of the apartment one early evening after another useless fight. Martin left his apartment and approached the door next to his. He knocked and waited patiently, not certain about what would happen, but knowing that as long as he played things by ear, everything should turn out OK. He didn't really expect to make this young woman his lover, but he had hopes.
Kate opened the door with a beaming face, hoping that it was her husband who would return to finally fuck her horny pussy, but then as she saw that it wasn't him, her expression fell. "Ooohhh ... hello," she said, gazing long and hard into Martin's insistent dark blue eyes.
"Hi," Martin said, smiling as friendly as he could. "I live in the apartment next to yours. I thought I would be a friendly neighbor and drop in. I'm Martin Hill. I hope you like this bottle of wine. It's excellent stuff."
At first Kate thought of telling him that she just wanted to be alone, but then she changed her mind and shook his outstretched hand. She really didn't want to be alone, and getting to know the people in the building might be an interesting diversion. Truth be told, she was curious about this man who had an unquestionable, excessive sex life.
"Come in," she said, smiling sweetly ... innocently. "I'm Kate Baker, by the way." She almost told him that she was married and her husband was out, but for some reason, she decided against it. Martin entered the apartment and looked around automatically.
Kate said, "I'm not much of a wine drinker so I can't offer you wine of my own, but if you like we could open your bottle. I like to drink wine from time to time, and if yours is as good as you said that's even better."
"That's fine with me," Martin casually said, watching her as she entered the kitchen. He knew right away that he had hit a gold mine with this one. She had been really friendly to let him in, and she was actually acting as though she didn't want him to think she was married. That was encouraging!
And the way she walked was also encouraging. She was deliberately swaying her lush, firm ass back and forth, the very short skirt she was wearing clinging to the fleshy orbs of her buttocks, showing him the outline of her ass. He could not see any panty lines. She must be wearing a G-string or just nothing.
She was really a lovely woman ― more so than just to see her in passing, and he could feel his cock growing in his pants.
Kate had left the kitchen door open so he could watch her as she fetched a corkscrew out of a drawer and two wine glasses from a wall cupboard. She had to stretch her body a little and displayed him even more of its ripeness. Martin's eyes went from the graceful swell of her hips to the generous out-thrusting of her breasts. He could tell that she was not wearing a bra, and her breasts were large and firm, their nipples strangely swollen and straining against the thin cloth of her white cotton blouse. He loved the way her bright red hair fell lushly to her softly rounded shoulders and bounced as she walked from the kitchen back to the dining room. Her breasts jiggled as she walked as well, and she took a seat at the opposite couch from where she could also reach the cocktail table.
She offered Martin the corkscrew and he opened the bottle of red wine where he found the cork fortunately without a bad taint. He poured the wine, they clinked glasses and said Cheers! Kate was obviously not really used to drink wine because she almost emptied her glass in one go. Martin said smiling she seemed to be thirsty and filled her glass again. He had only taken a sip from his own glass.
Martin said casually, "I like to think that someone has to make the first move when a new person comes into the building," while he rested his eyes on her melon-shaped breasts. Uuuummmm ... they were really nice looking, and it was all the horny man could do to keep from reaching out and squeezing them right then and there. He knew that if he just hold off a little, he may be getting his cock into her soon enough. No point in rushing things. He'd learned long ago that playing a hand too early can be worse than disastrous.
