Lizvette weekend part 4 - Sex Stories

Lizvette weekend part 4

... curious to hold back. I had been sure I was her first! I felt foolish now for having thought so. She sat up, tense and stiff, and I saw again the anger I saw that morning, when she reminded me she had a pussy. "Why?" she demanded. It was a sharply delivered question and deserved a sharply worded answer. "Because, Lizvette, I am almost 53 years old and never, ever, have I been sucked like that, or even seen in porn a blow job like that. How did you learn it if no man taught you?" I was very serious and I'm sure my face and tone showed it. "Is that all? You liked it, so I must be a slut? Is that what you're worried about, Daddy?" She relaxed, and I was very relieved to see the confident smile return. She climbed up on my lap and turned the chair toward my keyboard. "Get me on the internet," she ordered. Her bossy tone gave me pause, should I do as demanded? Or spank her? I decided that decision could wait till I had my answer to the question at hand. I did the necessary clicking and left the mouse in position for her to begin an internet search. She typed in an address and suddenly there appeared on my screen a lovely, naked, red-haired lady, smiling and laying prone, with her legs lifted behind her. It was the log-in screen to a sex site. She typed in a user name and password, and I saw the screen fill with pornographic images and ads. She clicked "My profile" and I saw a fresh screen, with her familiar black and purple bikini bottom in the upper left corner. I could now ...

... recognize that this was her page. I read her user name and smiled. "DaddyWhore." Below that, a status line said, "Going to see my daddy! Back in a few days!" She said, "I learned it here." There on her page was a heading titled "My Videos." DaddyWhore had only one video showing. She clicked on it. She nestled more snugly on my lap as the video buffered. I wrapped my arms around her, kissed the top of her head, and the video began. It showed a very pretty young girl, topless, and looking not quite of age, kneeling between a much older man's legs. His face was handsome in much the same way as the girl's face was pretty. I noticed the video was, oddly, titled, "Daughter sucks not her Daddy." What followed was every second of what I had just experienced, right down to the wiping of the lips on the back of the hand. My angel Lizvette seemed to be checking off every little movement, as if to say, "Yep. Did that." She counted it off like music. She knew her performance matched the video girl's perfectly, and with that confidence, she signed off of the site, and turned her face to me. "Do you know why I came to spend that night here with Vanessa, a girl who is in the class ahead of me? It was because I wanted her to help me figure out which boy I should give it to." She looked at me, as if waiting for me to reply, but I couldn't think of a response. Why was she about to tell me she came here that night trying to decide which boy to let fuck her? "Then I saw you. Sitting here. In this ...