Page 7 of Pleasing Daddy's Friends
“That’s Rose?” I ask, dumbstruck. Said young lady is kneeling with her back to the camera, showing off narrow shoulders, a tiny waist, and wide hips. She’s obviously nude except for a tiny pink g-string that disappears between her ivory buttocks, as well as hot pink high heels.
“Yes,” giggles Lily. “She’s sexy, right? Plus, her name is “Rose,” and her hair is dyed rose-colored. Cute, don’t you think?”
Hell, this woman is more than cute. She’s fucking drop-dead gorgeous, and my cock’s already pushing at my fly from just the one photo. Beside me, Scott’s also sporting a hard-on in his pants, and he shifts uncomfortably on the couch. But my buddy manages to speak in a calm tone.
“Do you have more shots of Rose?” he asks like it’s no big deal. “You know, to make an informed decision.” By now, Cross is standing behind us looking at the photos, and if I’m not mistaken that fucker has already released his dick, rubbing it as he takes in the X-rated photos of the pink-haired girl.
Yet Lily doesn’t hesitate. She purses her lips again and swipes her thumb across the screen. Sure enough, another pic of the gorgeous Rose appears, this one even more alluring than the first. In the snap, Rose is standing with her back turned to the camera, smiling coyly as she looks over a slim shoulder. She’s still wearing said pink g-string, but this time, she’s got one finger hooked into the fabric at her ass, plucking the string out from her buttocks suggestively. A huge breast is visible in profile with the pink nipple hard and erect, and my cock begins to seep, oozing pre-come like a leaking firehose.
“See? Rose is gorgeous,” Lily chortles happily. “She got a ton of these snaps taken.”
“Yeah, but why do you have them?” Scott growls, still staring at the image on her phone. “That’s a little fucking weird. You two aren’t lesbo, are you?”
“No, silly!” Lily squeals while giggling. “Rose’s thong and high heels actually belong to me because Daddy bought me so much new lingerie that it was like my birthday and Christmas rolled into one. So I lent Rose some of the stuff for the boudoir shoot. Plus, she asked me to help her with hair and make-up, so I went with her to the studio and watched while these were taken. These obviously aren’t the professional photos,” Lily giggles. “These were just taken with my iPhone. I was snapping these at the same time the photographer was shooting with his huge black camera.”
My jaw drops because I’d automatically assumed that these snaps were filtered and airbrushed within an inch of their lives. But Lily shakes her head, reading my mind.
“No, I don’t have a filter on my phone. This is the real Rose, with no enhancement or color adjustment. No retouching, no wrinkle-smoothing, no subtle blurring of cottage cheese thighs. My friend really looks like this.”
Still, Cross is an asshole who likes to play hardball, even though he’s sporting a full-size boner at this point.
“So?” he snarls. “What else? She’s got pink hair, and lush curves. There are plenty of ladies who have that.”
Lily isn’t put off though. Instead, the teenage girl pauses again before shooting us a coy smile.
“It’s true that Rose has pink hair, but do you think she matches ‘down there’?” she says in a casual tone. “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”
I start because holy fuck, I hadn’t even thought about that. But once the seed is planted in my mind, curiosity swells. Fuck, does this pink-haired mermaid also have pink pubes? I’d love to know.
“Show us,” I growl, ready to get an eyeful. “I’d love to see the beautiful Rose with her panties off, legs spread as she pulls open her dripping pussy. Do you have one of those?”
That’s when Lily smirks and flicks her phone off, the screen going dark immediately.
“I do,” she says in a light tone. “Rose went all out during the boudoir photo shoot, and had everything photographed. And I mean everything,” she adds with a meaningful look at us. “You can see the world if you play your cards right. Hell, you can even taste the world, so long as we use protection tonight. We have to, because what will I tell Rose otherwise? That three horny assholes got me pregnant during our first time together? Do you think she’d agree to a menage with you gentlemen if I told her that you refused to use condoms? Even after I begged and pleaded?”
Damn. Lily’s got us by our short and curlies, and she knows it. I should detest her for the trickery, but instead, I respect the young woman. She’s looking out for herself, and it shows how intelligent and resourceful she is. Clearly, Lily is no airheaded bimbo, even if she’s got the body of one. Instead, this woman is a voluptuous, sexy-as-hell vixen who thinks on her feet ... and now, the ball is in our court.
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Lily
I hold my breath, waiting for Scott, Cross and Barrett to reply. Oh my god, this is so wrong because I’m literally offering my friend to these three men as a bribe to get them to use protection tonight. The problem? I haven’t technically run the potential menage by Rose yet.
But I’m sure my friend will agree once I describe Barrett, Cross and Scott to her. After all, the three alpha males are absolutely gorgeous. The trio is tall, with broad shoulders, wide chests, and muscular physiques. Maybe Barrett is a bit taller and leaner than the other two, but he’s still massive. Plus, Scott and Cross look like Hyrox types who could easily throw a log over one shoulder before sprinting a fifty-yard dash. Obviously, I’m dying to get a look at their tools because I’m sure they’re sporting long, thick rods that are going to make me feel delicious inside. Oooh, I can’t wait.
Then again, this entire scenario is ridiculous. Here I am, a nubile teen girl dressed in nothing but pasties, panties, and high heels while ensconced on a couch between three hard, male bodies. I can feel the raging testosterone in the air, and fuck, but when I glance at Scott, there’s a small wet patch at his crotch. He’s dripping so much ejaculate that it’s already soiling his pants, but the alpha male doesn’t care. In fact, sensing my gaze, he unzips his pants before pulling out his cock, stroking the nine-inch monster with one hand. I gasp as my nipples harden because I’ve never seen something so delicious before. He’s fully erect, with bulging veins running along the bottom of his cock, and the helmet is meaty and smooth, slick with fluids.
“Oh my god,” I manage in a breathy gasp, eyes fixed to his fuckrod. “Ohhhhh.”
He smiles wickedly, flashing even white teeth.
“Cat got your tongue, baby girl?” he asks, gently running one big palm up and down his length before pausing to squeeze, so that a pearl of pre-come beads at the top. I swallow thickly, unable to tear my eyes from the dirty sight.
“Ummmmm,” is all I can manage before swallowing thickly.
“So do you still want to use protection?” he asks in a silky voice, smoothing his pre-come over his hardness so that it shines gently in the low lights. “Or would you prefer to feel this meat raw inside your tender pussy?”
My head swims as I stare at his enormous shaft. The truth is that I’d love to feel it deep inside my snatch, with nothing between us. Latex diminishes sensation no matter what condom manufacturers say, and even crazier, I’d love to feel him come in me too. A man’s orgasm is a powerful aphrodisiac, and it would be sensual and dirty to have Scott, Cross, and Barrett fill me with their spunk.
