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

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04

... so you want to be the guy that gives me a few coins. Is that what you meant?"

She is beyond hope.

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I let Stella run ahead of me, I want to see how she looks in the crowd.

She's wearing a round white dress with a blue hem, and absolutely nothing underneath -- unless the nipple rings count. The dress is tight over her chest and waist and flares out from there. It is so short that it barely covers her ass.

Her eyelids are painted in white and light gray tones. Long, white tassel earpieces dangle from her earlobes. A large silver ring pierces her lower lip. A white choker surrounds her neck.

All of these, including the dress, I put on her myself. The bracelets on her wrists, the rings on her fingers, the white paint on her nails and the ankle high, white platform boots on her feet she put on herself.

I'd say she looks great, and judging by the reaction people have around her, I'm not the only one. I catch up with her and give her a kiss. We're going to have a good day today.

We walk the streets together, and I would hold her hand, if only mine weren't drawn inexorably to her opposite hip, under her dress -- the bottom of which goes over my arm, exposing her bare bottom to all behind us. Sometimes I let them see less, but only because I cannot resist feeling the softest part of Stella's ass, where her buttocks come together above the legs.

Not wanting to be the only one missing out on the show, I stop in front of a mirror and turn Stella to face me. ...

... I show her ass in the mirror and thrilled by what I see, I kiss her. I taste her lips, suck her pierced tongue and explore her mouth with mine.

She smiles and laughs. She seems even more joyous than she usually is. We pass a young man who shouts "I love your girl!"

Maybe it's her especially good disposition that makes me give her closely shaved male bits their moment in the sun. She laughs when I raise the front of her dress on the sidewalk. She smiles when I have her in front of yet another mirror, this time facing it, and run my hand over the skin on her stomach.

We become somewhat more sober as we move through busier parts of the neighborhood. Stella is quite popular with the crowd today, more than she usually is. Maybe it's her doll like looks and her white themed outfit. We have to stop for people to take pictures with her. When we rest in a small square by a wooded stream -- one among many that cut the city. A girl brings her white flowers. I don't remember girls bringing me flowers.

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It's more of the same today: fucking in the bedroom of my flat. The trees and curtains filter the light from outside. The afternoon is quiet. The sheets are soaked with sweat and uncomfortably damp.

Stella is on her back, with her legs in the air. They're extended in a straight line at a thirty degree angle. Her head is thrown back, her eyes are half closed, and she's biting her lower lip. The only sounds are those made by my sweaty hips slamming into Stella's sweat ...