Page 17 of Pleasing Daddy's Friends
“Ooooh!” I murmur. “See how she glistens? My pussy positively aches, Daddy.”
“I know, baby girl, and you look so beautiful like this. But all the way up, honey. Show us everything.”
I nod, flushing, but obey his command. Slowly, my fingers pull the blue fabric all the way up until it’s wrapped around my waist. My pussy gleams in the low lights, soft and aroused, and there’s even a bit of moisture on my thighs because I’m already dripping so much.
Abad lets out a low moan.
“She’s gorgeous, Mr. Kenneally,” he mutters, eyes fixed to my sweet pink. “Even more beautiful than you described.”
My stepfather was describing me to the jeweler? I suppose he did, seeing that we came in to make a dirty purchase. But Lionel merely smirks, his mobile mouth pulling up at one corner.
“Let’s see if the gem fits, baby girl. Can you show us your clit? It’s the only way we’ll be able to tell if it’s the right size,” he says in a silky tone. I make to pull my labia open with one hand, but Abad moves forward to push a silk ottoman towards me.
“Please, Mademoiselle, put your foot up on this,” he rasps, eyes still glued to my sweltering cunt. “This will help you reveal your sweetness.”
Hmm, I like that thought. With a slight smile, I lift my left leg and gently balance my Mary Jane on the plush pouf. That does the trick. My labia spreads of its own accord, revealing my tiny hole as well as the dark pink nub above it.
“Oooh, I’m so aroused,” I murmur, looking down. “My clit is so stiff and achy!”
“And it’s big too,” Lionel hums in a deep voice. “But sweetheart, it’s still in its hood. Would you like some help getting it out?”
I nod, biting my lip with anticipation. I always love it when Daddy teases my clit for me because it feels so good. But Lionel merely gestures at Abad.
“Go ahead,” he says in a deep tone. “But be gentle because she’s sensitive there.”
My eyes fly open even as Abad’s gleam with anticipation. Holy fuck, the store proprietor is going to be touching me intimately? This, I didn’t expect. Then again, Abad’s incredibly handsome with his harsh features and tanned skin. He’s certainly no match for my gorgeous daddy, but the older man is good-looking in his own way.
Abad rises from his chair, slowly advancing towards me. Then, the tall man drops to his knees before my form, never taking his eyes from my plush pink folds. Yet instead of reaching forwards immediately, he takes a moment to close his eyes and breathe deep, his broad chest rising with anticipation. Then, his black eyes flick open.
“You are a goddess, Miss Kenneally,” he whispers. “I never thought I’d have an opportunity like this, and I thank you for it.”
The words are flowery and over-the-top, but I’m okay with that.
“You’re welcome,” I mewl. “I’m happy to be of service, Mr. Farese, even if my name is Ms. Powell and not Ms. Kenneally. But it’s fine. Do what you need to do.”
Abad nods and raises one hand, and to my amusement, his wrist is trembling. He’s literally shaking with anticipation, and his pupils are so dark and wide now that they seem to consume the iris. But then his wrist drops and he looks up at me, his expression worshipful.
“Please, in my country we do it differently,” he murmurs. “If you would permit...?”
I exchange a quick glance with my stepfather because where is Abad from? And what is he about to do? But Lionel merely shrugs, and I decide to go with it because this could be interesting. I reach up to cup my big breasts while spreading my thighs even wider.
“Show me how they do it in the old world,” I invite breathily. “I want to learn.”
Abad nods and then reaches into his pocket and pulls out what looks like a jeweler’s loupe. But it’s not your standard jeweler’s loupe which is black and scientific-looking, with a ton of dials on it. Instead, it appears to be a miniature magnifying glass connected to a golden chain, with a pretty blue enamel case.
“My family has been in the jewelry business for generations,” Abad murmurs, lifting the magnifying glass to his eye. “Once upon a time, my great-grandfather was a jeweler to the sultan himself. He was tasked with inspecting the girls when they were brought to the palace.”
My stepfather interjects.
“You mean the girls destined for the harem, right?”
“That’s right,” Abad replies, leaning forward towards my swollen vag. “My great-grandfather was tasked with ensuring that their virginity was intact, and he used this very loupe to do it. Back then, everything was performed manually and there were no x-rays nor ultrasounds. The girls were placed into my great-grandfather’s hands, literally.”
I let out a breathless giggle as Abad leans even closer. I can almost feel him breathing on my clit now.
“Well, I lost my hymen long ago,” is my mewl. “I guess I wouldn’t be fit for the sultan’s harem.”
Abad isn’t surprised at all. Instead, he reaches one hand forward to touch my clit while inspecting it through the loupe. Hot jolts of sensation shoot through my nub and I let out a breathy moan as he caresses the stiff bundle of nerves.
