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

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05

... good?" I ask him.

"Yeah."

"Let's go back. It's getting cold."

We stand. We're both a mess -- him a lot more than me. His exposed body is covered in dirt from face to knees.

"Look at you," I say. "You're a real sight.".

"I know. I hate it. Let's go."

Back at the flat, we shower and lay naked in bed. I'm on my back. He's lying on his face, an arm length from me. Out the window, I hear and I see the rain getting stronger and then subsiding. Stella's back, butt and legs are a more comforting sight. If I stare any longer at the boy's naked body, I'm going to want to do more than just stare. He probably has similar ideas when he runs his hand over my stomach and finds my half erect penis.

"Have you recharged?" he asks.

"We better go see Eve now. Leave the fucking for later."

Half an hour later, Eve greets us at the entrance of a two story house. I can see her business is actually not that small, and that there may be up to a dozen people toiling around us. She takes us to a corner of the busy floor, already set up for photo shooting.

"Let's have a look at him." Eve says, turning to Stella. "Can you take your clothes off, darling?"

I extend my arm in his direction and he walks to me. I unbutton his colored shirt and help him get out of it. Undressing the twenty four year old like he's my doll on a busy workshop floor is particularly satisfying. I pull the t-shirt over his extended arms, leaving him naked to the waist. I gently pull his womanly ...

... nipples and roll them between my fingers. They are pierced with bars. He still has the small ring in his lower lip and the large bar in his tongue.

Stella takes his shoes off and I unbutton his trousers and pull them down. Eve and one of her female assistants watch us curiously. I give them Stella in panties only -- a pair I picked out myself earlier. They're low rise, have good coverage and are made of a soft, elastic fabric that stretches nearly transparent over Stella's small package. The shape of his cock and balls is clearly visible to everyone looking.

Eve calls another of her assistants, a beautician. This woman works diligently to wash the remains of Stella's cat face, fix his hair and apply makeup to his face. Lastly, she has Stella standing and sprays paint of a color matching his skin over his thighs. Without so much bothering to ask, the woman pulls the boy's panties down to spray his buttocks. She pulls them back on when she's done.

From there on it's a regular fashion photoshoot. I can see the people involved -- two gals and two guys -- are competent and serious about it. They move fast and expertly, getting Stella in and out of more than half a dozen outfits -- half of them short dresses, all very girlish. My only surprise is that Stella works very well with them, posing and following instructions like a professional. Soon I know he has done this before. He understands their jargon.

While trying on a white dress made of a light fabric his black panties ...