Page 18 of Pleasing Daddy's Friends
“Beautiful,” he rasps, still watching through his loupe. “So responsive too. But no, most of the girls were no longer virgins by the time they arrived at the harem, so they paid my great-grandfather to lie to the sultan. Otherwise, they would have lost their lives.”
I blink as Abad continues to stroke my nub. Heat floods my pelvis, and my pussy feels so swollen from the delicate caress. “Ooooh!” I cry breathily. “Mmmm!”
Yet the jeweler continues to speak.
“Women have been losing their virginities at young ages since the dawn of time,” he murmurs more to himself than anyone. “But for some reason, virginity has always been prized by the male sex. So yes, the young ladies’ families paid my ancestor to swear that they were untouched and intact, and that became the basis of our family fortune. When my country fell into civil war, we used that fortune to fund our escape to the new world, and here we are, in St. George, Minnesota.”
My cunt’s positively oozing cream now, and I twist my nipples through the thin fabric of my top.
“That feels so good!” I cry out as Abad continues to tease and stroke my clit. “Mmm, mmm!”
But the jeweler’s not done yet. He turns for a moment before seizing a giant diamond from the velvet tray.
“She’s fully aroused, Mr. Kenneally,” he says in a low voice. “Her clit is at its maximal size.” Then, he holds up the gem to my clit, positioning the stone so that it covers my hard nub. “Do you like this one?” he asks. “Does it do the job?”
By now, the man of the house’s trousers are tented painfully, but Lionel manages to keep his wits about him. He squints his blue eyes, a harsh flush across those high cheekbones. Then he shakes his head.
“No, it’s not big enough,” Lionel growls. “Let’s go up in size.”
Abad nods, and reaches for another stone, this one at least eight carats.
“How about this one?” he asks, still staring through the loupe. “Your stepdaughter is gorgeous,” he rasps. “Every diamond looks good on her.”
But my stepfather shakes his head again, shifting uncomfortably in his seat from the strain of his arousal.
“No, still too small. Weren’t you saying we need a marquise cut? Let’s get that one out.”
Abad nods and reaches for a third diamond on the velvet tray.
“This is the pride and joy of St. George’s Jewelers,” he intones. “A perfect, 12-carat marquise cut diamond, sourced from the mines of Golconda. Exquisitely proportioned for an exquisite young woman,” he breathes.
This time, the diamond fits. The long canoe shape covers my hard bud, and I moan again, creaming abundantly from my little hole.
“Please,” I beg breathily. “I need ... I need...”
“I know what you need,” Abad says in a silky tone. “Mr. Kenneally, may I?”
My stepfather nods, his blue eyes glinting.
“By all means, my friend.”
Then, instead of putting the stone down and fastening his mouth to my clit, Abad does something strange. He lowers his hand and then gently eases the twelve-carat diamond into my cunt. I let out a low wail as the hard facets push into my softness.
“Ooooh, what are you doing?” I squeal. “Mmm!”
“A diamond is a girl’s best friend,” Abad murmurs. “I find that women like to keep their most precious jewels close.”
“But close doesn’t mean in my pussy!” I moan again, twisting my nipples through the fabric. “Oh oh oh!”
“It doesn’t, and yet I find there’s a bit of poetic alignment when a woman has a diamond in her cunt,” he growls. “But I understand what you mean, Mademoiselle. Here, let me get it out for you.”
Then, he bends his head and fastens his mouth to my vaginal opening. Oooh, that feels so good! He sucks and licks, trailing his tongue over my folds over and over again while murmuring words of praise.
“You taste so good and your pussy is the most valuable treasure of all,” Abad moans, his tone worshipful. “A wet and horny pussy for a wet and horny princess.”
But I’m quickly ascending the peak and I can’t control it.
“Daddy, I’m coming ... I’m coming...” I pant, meeting Lionel’s eyes over the head of the dark man.
