Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04

... street. I push my hard cock in and out of her easy ass, getting turned on by the sight of her strong, narrow back.

The windows are wide open and the light of the beautiful, slow day and the sounds of the neighborhood -- Stella's neighborhood -- reach and surround us. The space is cozy and relaxing, but not private. Only the window frames separate us from the street below.

I take Stella to the window, I have her leaning forwards, legs spread, her hands on the frame. How does she feel being fucked like this, right above the street? I have my hands dug into her hips, holding her firmly as I slam myself hard into her nicely cushioned ass. I can see her tits from the side, jiggling to the rhythm of my pounding. Are her boy bits doing the same? I give them a quick check with my hand.

Stella is a slut and the world can see she is for fucking. I doubt anyone's watching right now, though. Shame.

I look at buildings around us, and further away I see that somebody actually is watching us: a man, on a balcony some distance away. I look at him. He looks back at us -- I can't make out his eyes from here. When I look back he's no longer there. Moments later, he's back again, this time with a recorder.

Has he seen her fucked like this before? For all I know, he may be more than just a friendly neighbor.

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We're at a table in an eatery, the kind of cheap place Stella can afford to patronize. We were walking through a run down part of the town when we saw the place at ...

... the corner of two deserted streets and decided to go inside. I don't come to neighborhoods like this, and on my own, I would have no reason. With Stella, I've come to learn a lot about the city that I did not know before. Today is hot and very bright. We went inside more to cool down for a bit than to eat anything. We're having chips and sausages, with iced tea drinks in large paper cups. I was taught to not eat such unhealthy food, now that I do it's not really that bad.

A girl -- a young woman -- in a white spaghetti strap crop top sits at a table not far from ours, next to a young man. She's a real looker and I have to check her out. Her top leaves parts of her bra and plenty of breast exposed. Her large tits are the kind that make you wanna masturbate.

"That girl has great tits." I hear Stella declaring loudly.

That girl -- we are well within earshot of her.

"Stella, keep your voice down!" I caution my rash companion. "She'll hear you."

"What's the proper word here? Fuckable. She has great fuckable tits." Stella continues on, completely uninhibited.

"Stella, you're embarrassing yourself! You're embarrassing me." I urge her restraint again.

"If I had tits like her," she says quite seriously, "I'd get every boy I know to fuck my tits. If my tits were just a little bigger, I'd let you fuck my tits."

This is not Stella at her usual.

"Stella!" I raise my voice to match her volume, feigning frustration and trying not to laugh. "You are a boy!"

Now ...