(Disclaimer: This story features large and HUGE tits. For those of you who cannot read tags or always come to complain about this constant feature of mine, please exit now before your sensitive asses get offended yet again. And again, 'BeulahtheBrit' I'm aware you are 'more than satisfied' with your rack. Not my concern.
For your reference material, please examine:
Abbi Secraa (Nelli Roono)
Milena Velba
Luna Amor
Chloe Vevrier
Leanne Crow...
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"OH FUCK!!" Kyle's latest conquest cried as she gripped the couch in his rented apartment.
Lately, Kyle had acquired several properties around the city where he could easily fuck any partners he came across.
As he slapped this newest bitch's ass while he fucked her in doggy, he could sense he was being watched. This didn't matter of course to him. It only prompted him to fuck her even harder.
"HOLY SHIT!!" she screamed as she began to cum hard on his invading dick.
"Fuck yeah... fuck yeah..." Kyle groaned as he fucked her even faster, plugging his thumb into her asshole and making her scream.
After a few more minutes of hard fucking, he finally came, pumping his hot spunk deep into her cunt.
"Fuck..." the bitch panted as she felt him run dry.
"I take it you enjoyed that," he smirked as he felt her pussy release his dick.
"Definitely," she replied with a smile, standing on shaky legs as she searched for her clothing, strewn around the room.
"We should do this again sometime," she said, writing her number down and handing it to him.
After she kissed him, she headed out, back to her husband and family across town who were oblivious to that she had just been given the best fuck of her entire life.
******
Later that afternoon, in the apartment next door, Chloe Johnson covered her ears.
"OH FUCK! GOD YES!!" some slut cried out through the wall.
"TAKE THAT DICK!" a male yelled.
This had been going on for days, some woman would show up at any and all hours and before long the sound of their fucking would be filling the hallway.
Chloe couldn't even enjoy her morning coffee without a piercing scream suddenly sounding out, making her jump and break her favorite mug.
She was furious but her calls to the owner had done little. Apparently, no one else was bothered by the clamor. Before long, the sounds were back, seeming to grow with intensity.
It wasn't even solely that the sounds were irritating. It made Chloe feel so unbelievably hot. Her husband Jason was a good, honest and hardworking man.
But lately in the bedroom, he seemed to hardly put forth any effort at all. He had said that he was too burnt out from working to satisfy her needs, leading Chloe to have to get off with her vibrator.
These times had only increased when the neighbor moved in, the thin walls carrying through every slap, moan and scream.
Jason somehow slept through it all, leaving Chloe to masturbate to the brutal fucking happening just one unit away...
******
Today was no different, Chloe had woken up in a foul mood as her most recent attempt to get some sexual attention from Jason was once again frustrated.
She had barely slept, having been up all night listening to the brutal body hammering from their neighbor and his partner.
Finally, the noises stopped, Chloe assuming he had finally cum. She chuckled to herself, wishing she had a man who could fuck for hours without cumming.
She sighed and switched on the tv, nothing better to do. Then, all of a sudden, the noises resumed, her entire apartment seeming to shake.
"OH FUCK! GOD YES!!" some slut cried out through the wall.
"TAKE THAT DICK!" her neighbor yelled.
Chloe yelled internally, covering her ears until finally she could take no more. If the super refused to handle the situation, she would have to resort to more drastic action.
Grabbing her phone, she called the police.
"911," a pleasant female voice answered, "what's your emergency?"
"Hello," Chloe said, trying to sound pleasant, "I'd like to file a complaint. My neighbor moved in two weeks ago and... well..."
"Yes?" the operator asked.
"It's like he's just a nymphomaniac," she said, "since the day he arrived, he just keeps banging all these women all through the day and all night."
"I see," the operator replied, "have you spoken to him about it?"
Chloe gulped, thinking back to about the third day after Kyle moved in. He had some poor girl screaming her head off while Chloe's husband was at work.
"OH FUCK!" the girl cried, "OH MY GOD YOUR DICK IS SO FUCKING GOOD!!"
Chloe was unbelievably horny that night and had masturbated herself to two orgasms and this was helping nothing. Fed up, she got dressed in a tank top and shorts and knocked on his door.
She had to knock loudly several times before the sounds of the brutal fucking finally ceased. The door eventually opened and Chloe was instantly taken aback.
Before her stood a fully naked and tall man. Chloe, who was just 5'7, saw the man practically had to duck to exit the doorway. His muscles bulged as her eyes traced down his rock hard chest, chiseled abs down to his throbbing and wet cock.
"Can I help you?" he asked, a tone of anger in his voice.
"Umm... hi," she said, "I'm your neighbor. M-my name is Chloe."
She hesitantly extended her hand, nearly shaking as his large hand swallowed hers.
"Kyle," he replied.
Chloe's mouth and pussy were wet with desire for the tree sprouting from his crotch. She quickly apologized for the interruption and simply asked if he could keep the noise down.
Not long after she stepped into her apartment, the noises began again, Chloe sighing and fingering herself again, thinking of how great all that dick had to feel...
******
"Ma'am," the operator called, "Ma'am?"
Chloe snapped from her flashback and cleared her throat.
"Yes, yes I haven't spoken with him about it but nothing has changed. I even saw him the other day getting ice from the machine. He didn't even have clothes on. I mean kids could've seen him and his big dick! This is just unacceptable!"
"What does his dick look like ma'am?" The operator asked.
"What does it look like?!" Chloe exclaimed, "who cares? I'm clearly upset and you need to send someone over here!"
"Very well," the operator responded, her nice tone replaced with one of disappointment. "Someone will be around shortly."
"Thank you!" Chloe said, exasperated.
After the operator hung up, Chloe breathed a sigh of relief. The sounds had finally gone away and she stood, seeing how wet her pussy was.
All she could think about was that Kyle's huge dick now was without a slut attached to it. She shook her head to clear the thought and went to take a shower.
Before long however, her fingers had found her clit and she came three times imagining him railing her with a fury.
After composing herself, she decided she didn't want to stick around for the fireworks and drove off to do some shopping.
Soon, her life could be back to normal.
******
Not long after, Kyle had seen off his 12th fuck of the day and was giving his cock a well deserved rub down as he jacked off to his home security feed, watching Marie get her ass brutally fucked by their black mailman Charles in her private bathroom.
"Oh yeah Mom..." he groaned, loving watching her massive tits bounce and swing as her ass swallowed the fat black dick time and time again.
Just as he was about to cum, he heard a sharp knock at the door. He ignored it until the knock came again, harder this time.
He sighed and closed his laptop, grabbing a pair of boxers and walking over to open the door.
There stood three busty police officers.
"Hello sir," the one in the middle said, lowering her mirrored shades to look at him, "we're here on a noise complaint."
Kyle looked around. "Well you must have the wrong apartment. No noise here."
He turned back to see her eyes flicking back upward from his bulge.
"I don't suppose you'll have an issue with us taking a look around," she said.
Kyle looked down at her tight button up, a shiny plate reading L. Davis.
"Come on in," he said, the three entering and searching the inside as Kyle sat on the couch.
"Don't I know you from somewhere?" another of the officers asked as she stopped in front of him, her plate reading C. Johnson.
Kyle grinned. "I doubt it. Have we met?"
She tapped her pencil against her chin and blushed as he smiled at her before attempting to regain her composure.
"I can't be too sure," she said.