Mark started his day as he usually did with a quick cup of coffee and a morning stroll out on his deck. Being it was the start of the workweek, he knew there wouldn't be much of anything going on around the complex with most everyone off to work or attending school. He had an appointment himself later on that afternoon with a woman who was a Realtor and helping him look into some other investment properties. Until then, Mark decided to take his second cup of coffee and have a quick peek in on those he did know would still be home.
Suite 203
He shouldn't have been too surprised, but he still was. Martha wasn't in her bedroom nor the bath when he turned the camera's on in her suite. But he quickly found her a moment later in the kitchen, only she wasn't cooking or eating breakfast, if anything she was playing with it instead.
"I know you're usually up by this time, though I don't know if you're actually watching me or not, though I know you might be recording this and see it later. Either way, thought I'd amuse myself and you since I was in the mood," Mark could hear Martha saying. He laughed at that.
"Good ole' Martha," he chuckled once again, and then settled in to watch the show.
Martha stood with one leg propped on one of the dining room chairs, she was naked, and held a long slim yellow banana, which she was currently using to tease herself with as she stood there. She'd been at this for a while by the looks of it, and Mark made a mental note to go back later and view this from the time she actually began. There was a dish of whipped cream and strawberries sitting on the table next to her, several of which lay scattered with the tell-tail remnants of cream still smeared about her pussy giving it a rather decadent looking appearance as though someone had just finished dumping a thick load on her already.
"Been a while since I've used fruit to satisfy myself with," she continued saying, "thought you might enjoy watching this though, even if you aren't watching it right now, it's still erotic wondering if you are to be honest with you," she said.
Mark sat, his prick already beginning to harden as Martha now pressed the tip of the yellow fruit against the cream-smeared opening of her cunt and allowed the first couple of inches of the banana to enter her.
"I'd have preferred using a cucumber," she continued speaking more to herself as an ongoing diatribe as she had no idea if Mark was watching her now, or even would be later. "Unfortunately, I didn't have any. I must remember to pick a couple up from the store later, I remember how they used to feel, especially when I'd just taken them out of the fridge."
Martha had now managed to ease in all but the last quarter of the banana, leaving it there as she scooped another two-fingers of cream from the nearby bowl, and then proceeded to apply that to her exposed little clitoris as she twirled the sweet cream over and around her hard little clit moaning pleasurably as she did.
"I love the way a man's cum feels on my pussy," she stated. "And I love masturbating myself with it afterwards, so this cream feels quite a bit like that, though it's a little cooler of course," she actually said laughing. "Did you know that I actually have a fantasy about that?" she asked, not at all expecting an answer of course. "I used to masturbate thinking about it constantly when I was a bit younger, but have never actually experienced it, though perhaps that could still happen now that I'm living here," she grinned looking up towards the ceiling, then about the room though she never did look directly to where the camera was actually concealed.
Mark was curious of course, and hoped that Martha would continue with that thought as she also continued teasing herself with the cream, while the banana was still wedged deeply between her legs. And thankfully, she did.
"Anyway, just in case you are interested, my fantasy is this, I've always wondered what it would be like to lay on the floor in the middle of a bunch of guys, watching them as they all stand over me jerking themselves off, then watching them as one by one, they starting climaxing, squirting all that delicious hot cream all over my body, covering me from head to toe in it. After they've all shot their loads, then I proceed to masturbate with their cum, swiping it up with my fingers, from my breasts, my face, my legs, and then smearing it onto and into my pussy while I lay there finger-fucking myself."
Mark watched, her eyes were closed now and she was beginning to use the banana to truly fuck herself with now as she continued on explaining her fantasy in explicit detail, gathering more of the whipped cream, smearing it on her face, as well as her breasts and tummy as she really got into the mental image of her fantasy, actually living it to a degree as she got more and more aroused and consumed in the fantasy. Finally Martha crawled up onto the table itself, pouring the remainder of the bowl onto her breasts and pussy, the banana now forgotten and popping out of her with a slippery ease, falling to the floor discarded, temporarily forgotten. All Martha wanted to feel now was the cream and her own fingers as she twirled her clit maddeningly, using the cream as a cum substitute as she began thrashing about wildly in the throes of orgasmic bliss.
After several moments of just lying there on the table recovering, Martha finally slid off and began the process of cleaning up the mess she'd created. With his hard dick still in hand, Mark decided to do a quick scan through the other suites in the event anyone else happened to be doing anything of particular interest.
Suite 202
Mark knew that both Charlene as well as her brother Danny attended school, though not always the same schedule as one another, nor every day. He honestly didn't know if he'd find anyone home or not when he peeked in on them either, though he quickly found Danny at home. Curiously, he was lying on his sister's bed in her bedroom, one of her dresser drawers still open. He currently held a light blue satin bra in his hand, which he was using to run over and around his rock-hard prick with as he lay there. A matching pair of panties were currently wrapped around Danny's balls which he periodically handled, using them to masturbate with when he wasn't using the cups of her bra to run his dick around on, smearing the inside with dollops of his lubrication.
"So...Danny really does have a thing for his sister," Mark mused to himself. "That certainly make's things interesting. I wonder if she has any idea?"
When it was obvious that Danny was close to orgasm, he removed both the bra and panties, and then picked up a framed picture of his sister, which Mark hadn't noticed until now. He stared at her photo hungrily, lustily as he finished jackhammering his prick, soon splattering the picture of her face with a healthy load of cream. Almost immediately, Danny carefully refolded the bra and panties and placed them back inside her dresser drawer, closing it and then leaving her bedroom carrying his cum-coated picture with him. Mark followed him into the bathroom where he carefully cleaned and wiped off the photo, afterwards placing it back on the wall where it had originally hung next to one of his own.
"Like I said, I wonder..." Mark thought to himself, and anticipated a lot more curious revelations.
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By three that afternoon, Mark had driven to the location where the realtor had told him she had a property for him to look at. It wouldn't be as luxurious as the building he was living in himself, but it wasn't intended to serve the same purpose either. This one he would rent as an investment. Marlene Andrews was a strikingly beautiful woman with dark auburn hair that she had woven into a tight long braid. Even in the business suit she was wearing, she was all curves with deep brown eyes that complimented her olive skinned complexion. Mark wondered if she wasn't half Indian with her high cheekbones and firmly set jaw.
They had wandered through the six floors, each floor having four separate yet spaciously designed apartments with spectacular views from private decks that looked out over the city.
"This one is my favorite," Marlene said stepping out onto one of the decks that faced to the West. "Sometimes you can see the most spectacular view from here in the evening."
"Yeah, I can see that," he said looking directly towards her, watching her face as it blushed, wondering perhaps if the double meaning was truly intended. Mark quickly approached the enclosed railing and looked over. Each of the private patio decks were staggered so that from his vantage point, it became evident that you could see down into each of those below him.
"Hmm, I can see that I'll have to pay particular attention to prospective renters," he stated looking down. "Don't want anyone living here who might take offense at sunning outside naked and being looked at."
