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

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04

... breasts. I look at his face and I know he's in a different place. The lady angrily grabs his arm and drags him away. When he turns to have one last look, Stella laughs. She shakes her tits at him from side to side, then with her hands under them, up and down in opposite directions.

I laugh, too, but I take the woman's advice and I walk with Stella, hand in hand, to the men's room. Her tits are still flying out. The space is clean and relatively busy. I pay little attention to the commotion we cause and take Stella to one of the stalls. It's not exactly roomy and the door has a ton of open space both at the bottom and the top.

Stella sits on the bowl and we work together hurriedly to get my pants down and my cock in her mouth. She starts sucking it in earnest, and I swear I haven't seen anybody doing it with half of her want. Then again, I haven't had many guys blowing me. She gives me some good head before asking me to turn around and spread my legs. Next, I feel her hands over my butt and her wet tongue working its way up and down my asshole. I let her get her fill before turning around and asking her to stand up.

It's not easy to get her to turn around in the limited space. She has to climb up the bowl, turn about and climb back down, but she's finally facing the wall, giving me her ass. I pull her dress up her waist and feel her hole with my fingers. I don't know why I worry again for the lack of lube, it has never been a problem. I give my cock a good spit ...

... coating and enter her easily. She props herself hands against the wall. I slam into her ass. Her tits are still out. Her pierced nipples jump up and down her chest. I use one hand to hold her in place and the other to feel her tits in turn. She turns her head around to face me. I grab her hair and give her a kiss.

By now I realize we've been quite noisy. Her ass slaps hard against my hips and there's nothing I can or want to do about it. Obscene calls from the men around us accompany our fucking."Fuck that bitch!""Cum on her face!" When my cock starts sliding with less ease in her ass, I spit or she spits in my hand and I give it a fresh coating.

I'm getting hot in the crowded stall and I unbutton my shirt. I thought it was cool when we arrived, but now it doesn't feel that cool. My chest and belly are covered in sweat, and much of it flies over Stella's back and dress. And when she occasionally straightens up and turns around to kiss me, she wipes my body with it.

When I'm almost done, I help Stella turn around and sit on the bowl once more. She sucks me and I blow in her mouth. I take a moment to cool down and look in her face, before trying to get proper. Stella helps out, pulling my pants up my legs. I open the stall's door and before leaving, I give her a deep kiss. She stands. I watch her wiping her ass carefully. She pulls the top of her dress above her breasts and its bottom below her ass, before exiting herself.

I wash my face in a sink and then lean against ...