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

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05

... and wonder who might be. It's Tyler's number and Eve's voice.

"Evan, how are you? How is Stella?"

"He's stuffing his face as we speak."

"You know I have a little fashion design shop. Can we get Stella for a little modeling, later today?" I cover the microphone with my hand and tell Stella "It's Eve. She wants you to model for her."

"She still thinks I'm a girl. Tell her no."

"Eve," I return to the phone conversation. "He says he's a boy."

She chuckles. "Yes, you've said it before. That's okay. He looks like a girl. And we'd like to have a girly boy modeling for us."

"Huh," I say, suddenly remembering something pertinent. "There's just one more thing. He's got some minor bruising over his ass and thighs."

"Don't worry about that. We work with skin marks and tattoos all the time. We can cover anything."

"And there's a cat painted on his face that we can't quite wash off."

She laughs. "You two have kept busy since yesterday. I bet we can help with removing the paint."

"Then that's that. I'll talk with him."

"Great. I'll send you our address. We're not fifteen minutes from your place."

I turn my attention to the young man eating next to me. "Stella, you've got yourself a modeling job."

"Pff. Why can't it be a porno? One where I get fucked by a bunch of dudes with big cocks?"

We spend some time watching the outside over the window and from the balcony. Though it's not noon yet, the weather is cold and wet.

"What else goes on in ...

... that porno of yours?"

"The men have huge balls."

"How huge do you require them to be?"

"The size of chicken eggs."

I'm glad I've got this angle covered too -- I'm only regular size. Strangely, I feel his hand playing with my pair when he declares his aspiration.

"I bet they cum in that mouth of yours a lot."

He chuckles. "Yeah, they do that. I eat so much cum."

"It's not happening today, though. Back to our mundane existence, how about we go out for a bit?"

He agrees. We get dressed and out on the street.

"What now?" he asks.

"There's another forest path, starting not too far from here. It doesn't go anywhere, it just follows the town boundary. Or... we can walk the streets again."

"Let's take the path," he decides.

Despite the chill and an on and off drizzle, there are people on the walkway. The path itself is wide and covered with beige gravel. I'm guessing that because of its closeness to the town, it's part of the exercise routine of many. We walk it for about half an hour, before turning on a narrow trail that branches from it. This one follows a small stream. It's muddy and covered with pools of rain water. The going is difficult, making me question the wisdom of coming this way. Still, I like the real forest vibe, different from that of the main path. That one felt like a city park.

"Wait," Stella calls from a few paces behind me. "I need to pee."

I see him getting off the trail and pulling his pants and panties down, before ...