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

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04

... covered bottom and thighs.

There's a small puddle of clear liquid trickling down Stella's abdomen, from the tip of her dick. It's only the second time I've seen it. I run two fingers through it, in the opposite direction of its flow and I taste Stella's discharge. It's semen, or precum. No... there's too much of it for it to be just precum.

After sex, we're in the kitchen. She leans on the countertop, eating an apple.

"You came again."

"Duh!"

I didn't ask her the first time, but now I want to know. "You don't cum much.", I only manage an insipid observation.

She eyes me curiously for a while. "I cum once every week or two, as I get fucked in the ass."

"We've been fucking together for longer than that."

"Umh hmm."

"Today was only the second time I saw you cum."

"Ooh! You're not accusing me of fucking other guys?"

I'm so dumb. Of course she is.

"Why... How..." I'm at my most inarticulate, but I have no idea how to ask her about it.

"Why don't I cum more often?" she asks for me.

"Yes."

"I would, if only I stopped taking estrogen."

Another time I asked her about her dick hardly getting hard. "It's been out of service for some time now," she said. "That's okay, I don't miss it. I never liked playing with my own fun stick as much as other guys claim to, anyway."

***

Stella is squatting on my cock, fucking her own pretty ass with it. I'm at the top of the bed, comfortably propped up by many pillows under my back. I give her a ...

... little help with her hopping, hands on her stretch mark decorated hips.

Her tits are bobbing up and down, catching my attention. I grab them, feel them, and push them up and to the sides, never quite getting enough. I grab the rings in her nipples and pull them as far up as they go. Then I let her tits drop, fascinated by their movement. This fixation I have with her tits starts to worry me.

Stella doesn't mind my abuse one bit.

I look at her face and push a thumb between her lips. She opens her mouth for me and looks in my eyes. I push my thumb deep in her mouth, running it side to side over her pierced tongue.

We're in my bedroom, as we have often been lately. The intimacy of the moment inspires me to ask stuff of her.

"Tell me about sex."

"Sex?"

"Yes, sex."

"Sex is good."

"How do you like your sex?"

I take my hand out of her mouth to let her speak more freely.

"I like being used. I like servicing men. I like drinking their piss. I love cum. Lots and lots of cum."

I pull her lower lip gently.

"I like being in bed with two or more men," she continues.

"Such a dirty slut."

"Mmm," Stella agrees neutrally.

She puts her hands on my shoulders, to steady herself.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" I ask her.

"Fuck, no." she answers absently. The pleasure she gets from my cock buried in her ass slurs the words from her mouth.

***

She's on her hands and knees on the small table between the bed and the large windows over the ...