Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05

Many thanks to neuroparenthetical and KialaAzules, who edited this story.

This is the revised and re-edited version of a previously posted work.

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For those of you that have not read the previous parts: I'm Evan, twenty one. Stella is a boy, a girl and a slut. She's a twenty four year old man. I've been seeing and fucking her for a while now, but she's adamant we're not together.

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Any engineer knows that there are problems that cannot be solved, problems that are hard to solve, and problems that the more he looks at, the more angles of attack he finds. Making Stella my own is of the latter kind.

Meeting her put an end to many delusions and pretensions I entertained, and all in a just short time. I've changed and I am still changing. My life has changed, and so have my interests. Some if only temporarily.

I have mothballed all my laboratory and research work. I just don't care about it anymore. I'm sure that in time -- not a very long time -- I'll get back to it. Until then, all I care about is fucking Stella's ass.

Sex used to be good. Now it's all consuming. It's not just sex. It's Stella. She does things to my mind. He. He does. Can you see where I am now?

The engineer in me is not gone though. I still care about solving problems, they're just of a different nature now. I've put a lot of thought into getting Stella out of town.

I can have her for a few hours, for half a day, or for almost an entire day. I can go to ...

... her place and she comes to mine. We fuck, eat, share an intimacy many don't want to contemplate. We sleep together, fuck again and then part until our next meeting. But it's pretty much just that: fucking and sweating together. I want more, Ineed more. If our thing is to grow it needs more. We need experiences that are meaningful beyond me pounding her very fine ass and her getting her ass pounded -- that is, if I can get her to want to be my girl.

I've got the money to take her just about anywhere I can think of. A grand villa on a secluded beach. A private island. Sailing around the most exotic islands on a luxury yacht. But the donkey won't budge. She doesn't care for it. She doesn't want it. And from where she stands, she's not wrong either. Well, I have a different mind.

Once the problem has been clearly stated, the solution is rather immediate. "Stella, sweetie, we're going out of town."

"No."

"What do you mean `no'?"

"I'm stretching my money to eat this month. I can barely afford to cross the street."

"Ah, but here is where it gets good: it does not cost a thing."

"I can't take your gifts, Evan. It doesn't work that way."

I get it, I really do. She doesn't want to be my bitch. She doesn't want to be anybody's bitch. He. I play a game sometimes when we have sex, where I strip him of the last bit of his male dignity. But it's just sex play, and he allows me to. Probably because my eagerness amuses him.

"You don't get it. Itreally doesn't cost a ...