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

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04

... long squeeze every so often. I wouldn't admit this to many, but her eating my ass often feels better than me fucking her ass. Although, it is the latter that I crave.

I have no idea how long she can keep this up, but I won't find out today. And she had plenty of my ass already. I turn around to her baffled face.Sorry, but not sorry, Stella, I have my own ideas.

I get out of the bed as Stella turns slowly to face me. I pull him more than help him to his feet. I hold his upper left arm firmly and low enough that he cannot stand up straight. I drag him unceremoniously to the kitchen, much like I brought him into the bedroom: against pathetic protestations and attempts to break free. I never let him stand up properly.

We make it to the sink and I push his head under the faucet, before I turn the water on. His blonde curls get drenched and plastered around his head. Water flows over his face. I get behind him, holding his hips firmly with one hand and find his hole with my dick in the other hand. I thrust into him, then move my hand to his shoulder, keeping his head under the water stream.

His smooth, firm, sweaty body looks hot bent over the sink. I fuck my motherless friend in the ass, like life hasn't already been cruel enough to him. He tries a couple of times to reach out and turn the water off -- he's so cute, but I catch his arm and bring it back along his body. He gives up after that, resigned to his fate. I fondle his tits and genitals in a rough, vulgar ...

... manner that no self-respecting man would ever allow.

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We've been meeting mostly at my place lately, every second or third day. She says she has classes not far from here and besides, while I like her place, mine is bigger and better appointed. Also, I feel better hosting then being her guest most of the time.

She usually comes around noon. We fuck, then go out around the busy area where my place is at, then come back and fuck some more. It takes most of the day.

I can't imagine getting tired of spending time with her locked in an apartment, but being able to get out with her, if even for a little while, makes a hell of a difference. If going out is the order of the day, there's hardly a better part of town than around my place. It's why I got the apartment in the first place. The area is the hippest quarter of the city, crowded with galleries, cafes, bars, restaurants, shops, small parks, and just about everything that might pique your fancy during the day. It's not a nightlife nexus in the city, though I guess the two don't go very well together.

Going out with Stella is refreshing every time and in many different ways. Simply observing men and boys turning their heads is stimulating. Being the guy that has her by the arm makes it satisfying. Stella makes no active effort to call attention to herself. Indeed she's sedated and demure. She looks like a slut and sticks out like a sore thumb, but in her behavior she's subdued and unassuming. She wears bright outfits ...