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

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05

... thing. I have this place for myself, free of charge."

"Ooh, I'm so interested." she says acidly. "I'll go get myself some butt fucking."

"No. Wait. I'll do that for you. I'll fuck your butt."

And while I do, I fill her in on the details -- she's less inclined to snarky retorts when my cock is buried deep in her insides. It's a resort town on the mountain side, not all that far from here. It kind of is, though, but I'll tell her the exact location later. The place we'll have -- an apartment -- belongs to a friend of mine, and he barely uses it. Properly, I don't know the guy all that well, but the gist of it remains -- it's free to use, it doesn't cost me a dime.

"Why do I have the feeling you're taking me for a ride?" she bemoans, her body jolting with every one of my thrusts.

I fuck her until I'm about done, then let her have her suck me. She makes no further protests until she swallows the last drop of cum from my dick.

"I'm not your girlfriend. I'm not even your friend. We fuck. No."

She's sitting in my bed, hugging her legs. Her body is sweaty. Her blonde curls look messy. She's so cute.

"Stella! Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

She sighs. "Mountain side? It's probably cold. I don't have anything to wear. No go."

She's not frivolous. She really has nothing to wear for the chilly town. But I would not have mentioned it to her without thinking ahead of all the obvious hitches.

"I got you. Don't worry about what you'll wear."

"What will we ...

... eat?"

"Dude's fridge is fully stocked."

"I don't like this at all."

"Trust me. I'm going to explain everything before we go. There'll be no surprises."

"Aargh! Fuck me!" she despairs. "Seriously, are you going to fuck me again, or do I go home now?"

***

"I have something for you," I say.

We're lying on the bed, fresh from the shower, spent from the fucking.

"This is the part where you sayWhat is it?," I encourage her.

"What is it?", she obliges.

"Aah! You'll love this."

I go pick up the bag I dropped at the entrance of her flat when I arrived and come back by the bed, where I lay it down at Stella's overhanging feet. She pushes herself forward on her hands, gives the bag a cursory look and then drops back in bed, turning face down.

Her butt looks cute and fresh and invites attention. I give it a sharp slap. "Be a good boy now and pretend you are interested!"

She sighs and gets back on the edge of the bed. She opens the bag and riffles through its content. "Cute," she says indifferently.

"Do you know what it is?"

"I've no idea what it is."

"It's your clothes, dummy."

Now that she gets it, she becomes interested. She starts taking the stuff out of the bag and arranging it on the bed: trousers, long sleeved shirts, t-shirts, jackets. "Where did you get these? Charity?"

"Close enough. It's my old stuff."

"It doesn't look your size."

"It's from when I was seventeen."

"Evan!" she blurts out. "I'm twenty five!"

Stella is ...