Lizvette weekend part 4 - Sex Stories

Lizvette weekend part 4

... that she might not start up again, I blurted angrily, "Do it!" It gave her a start, then a laugh. "Daddy! I just want to get more comfortable! My knees are scr****g against the carpet!" I wanted her comfortable so I thought a cushion was in order. That thought led to another idea. "Go downstairs," I said, "And get a throw pillow off the sofa. And bring the camera! Hurry, baby!" Her face brightened, knowing my plan, and she gave a very excited "Yes Daddy!" as she darted from the den. I went to the closet and grabbed my tripod. My little blow job queen returned from her mission just as I was positioning the tripod beside the chair. She took her position, I focused the camera on her face, switched to video mode, and pressed record. I took my seat, with my blue balls hanging over the edge of the chair. My Lizvette repeated her mouth-magic on my cock, making me feel like my dick was being sucked into next week and dragging me with it, but this time, she cupped my balls in her hand. She massaged and squeezed them, in turns. I was happy that I had recently shaved them hairless. (I had been watching so much porn since our first fuck I noticed hairless balls seemed to be the style.) The sensations of her hands squeezing my nuts, and her teeth biting my stiff and purple cock, was more than I could endure. There was no possible way of holding back. This was going to be the shortest cock sucking video on record. I couldn't possibly conceal that I was cumming. I squirmed. I moaned. I ...

... rocked in my chair. I moaned her name. I told her again, "I love you... Oh god help me I love my sweet Lizvette... " I wanted her to see my cock shoot cum for her, to please her. I also wanted to cum in her mouth, make her swallow. But I was not in control. She would decide whether to swallow, or to watch. I really didn't care which. I was too helpless, and too in love. I wanted both. ...... "You taste soo good, Daddy," she said, pulling her lips away from my spent, softening cock, still purple, but no longer stiff. "Mmmm, you taste like a donut!" My eyes flashed on hers at this remark. Her eyes were locked on mine, as she leaned back on her hands, her little tits jiggling as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. My angel grinned, then she winked. Did she know? Did she know the taste of cum before my donut? Or had she just figured out that the frosting she had tasted was her loving Daddy's spunk? ...... I sat in my chair, or rather I slouched in my chair, wearing only my polo shirt and vulnerable to her. I was at once happy, contented, and confused. Lizvette lay on her back on the floor before me, looking very much like she had just achieved a long-desired goal, very satisfied, thoroughly fulfilled. After a few minutes of letting her enjoy her new-found dominance over me, I had to break the spell. I needed to know how she became such a highly skilled sucker of cock at age 15. "How many have you sucked?" It was a blunt question, but I was too dazed to be clever, and too ...