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

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05

... and pulls at the sheets. Her hands are pulling their bodies closer. Her own is shining with sweat. When they're almost done, she's eager for their cum, which she gulps down hungrily.

Fucking slut! Fucking strangers shamelessly like that!

The show was good and it turned me on. The girl from it was really hot and I'd be proud if she was mine -- I guess. I can't say for sure. These are not the kind of feelings an ordinary guy professes about his girl, but Stella is no ordinary girl.

***

I'm in front of her place at 9 a.m. in my blue convertible. It's a bright morning in the city, though I don't expect the good weather will follow us all the way to our destination.

Stella is downstairs wearing an old pair of my slim-fit jeans and a soft, white t-shirt. The shape of her tits, the color of her nipples and the rings piercing them are all clearly visible, as is the bobbing movement of her breasts. She carries a large bag.

"You look good dressed like that," I tell her and I mean it.

"Yeah," she answers coolly. "You're not going to cut my hair now? I don't think I can allow that."

Her hair is at its usual blonde, shortish in a girly fashion and curly. Her face is clean. She wears no makeup or decorations, not even earrings. She's probably trying to do boyish. A long, blue bar is piercing her tongue.

She drops the bag on the backseat of the car and hops in the passenger seat. We depart and almost as soon as we leave the city, we're on a winding road following ...

... a river upstream. Though she wears sunglasses, I can see her paying close attention to the changing mountain landscape.

"Tell me about Chloe," I ask her.

"Who?"

"A girl in a hotel room, a few days back."

"A girl in a..." she repeats slowly after me. "It's an addiction."

"What's an addiction?"

"Sex is an addiction."

She's not much of a talker. She's either a private person or she has nothing to say. I sense it's the latter. Whichever it is, trying to make conversation was a mistake.

I remember what Rodrigo has said about Stella and her -- his -- not talking much. His experience is so different, it would be pointless trying to come across. I'm a city boy. I grew up in a warm home, surrounded by a loving family. If what Rodrigo said is remotely true, Stella is something of a boy raised by wolves. He might even feel more at home in the forests surrounding us. I'm sure the similarities in our backgrounds would make for an interesting conversation! Like that between two people speaking different languages.

Or we can talk about our families. My family, that is, since Stella does not have one -- and she knows mine intimately. She's fucking my father. That's actually funny, but also not something I want to talk about.

Maybe I avoid talking more than I assume she does. After two hours behind the wheel on a scenic drive, I've gathered enough courage to say: "Stella, tell me about your past."

"I grew up in the middle of a deep forest. I don't think I was ...