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

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04

... she looks upset, now she looks grievously wronged.

"That's okay, that's okay." I try to placate her. "Some guys like boys." Stella softens somewhat, but she still hurts. "Few fancy faggots like you for more than just one fuck, though. There's that."

She laughs.

That girl's tits are great, but Stella's are mine to abuse. Small and softer than you'd think for their size, they're a lot of fun to play with. And then there's the part where Stella is a boy. Knowing that I'm playing with a guy's tits makes the affair infuriatingly arousing.

Stella too is wearing a strap top. Hers is blue and sweaty from the earlier walk on the sun burned streets. Unlike the girl in white, she does not wear a bra. I have my arm around her shoulders (his shoulders?) and reach down under the damp fabric of her top, squeezing her tits, grabbing and twisting her nipples, and pulling at the rings through them. I kiss Stella and run my tongue over hers, tasting sausage, teeth and piercings. I try pulling her tits over the top, but that does not really work from over her shoulders. I switch my angle of attack and manage to expose first one and then, after a while, the second. Some of the fellow patrons give us the customary glances, but that's as far as it goes.

"Do you want a blowjob?" Stella asks.

I bite her lower lip, pulling it with my teeth.

"Fuck, yeah!"

She stands and walks over to the men's room.

A staff member tries warning her she is going over the wrong door, but gives ...

... up easily enough.

I follow and I find her sitting on a bowl, the stall door wide open. I enter and close the door behind me. I order her to stand, I turn her around and I pull the soft, small tube skirt up on her waist. I drop my pants to my knees. I'm already hard, I only need to give my dick a quick spit lubing before sticking it in Stella's ass. I keep fucking her standing, sometimes raising one of her legs on the bowl, sometimes holding it up in my arm. She turns to kiss me needily.

The stall is crowded, it's getting hot. There's not much foot traffic around us -- just a couple of guys coming and leaving and in between offering advice.

Finally, with the foreplay out of the way, Stella gets to give her blowjob. She sits down and I put my dick in her face. It takes only a few moments before I start shooting in her mouth. For whatever reasons, she removes my cock and the rest of my cum lands on her face, decorating it richly.

She sucks and licks my cock, trying to get the last drop of jizz that's no longer there, her pierced tongue running over my shaft. She has cum on her nose and cum streaming down her cheeks. I give the good girl the long kiss that she deserves.

I pull my pants up and leave the toilet stall. We're alone in the restroom.

I clean up over a sink, watching Stella in the mirror in front of me arranging her clothes. When I'm done, I stand up and give her a closer examination. "You've got cum on your face."

"Mmm." she acknowledges, seemingly ...