Exploring One’s Self 3

Commission for Kolejny Dzien

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“God damn it,” Taylor mumbled under her heady, needy breath. Her heart was pumping as she walked, her core was burning hot with her desires. She wanted, no, needed to satisfy this need and this time, mutual masturbation wouldn’t be enough. It hadn’t been enough last time, and it surely wouldn’t be enough now.

It started three days ago, during another of her special play sessions with the Lassiters where they’d have some adult fun between the three of them. Maybe Claire would even help either Taylor or Thomas out. But last time it wasn’t just a bit of helping out. It’d been different, because Claire didn’t just help one or the other out, she… she gone down, and then... 

It started out normally, the two of them touching, watching Taylor as she played with herself, showing off for them, having fun doing so as she watched Thomas’ thick rod getting stroked. She’s just started to play with her small breasts, when Claire changed it up. 

She’d been grinding herself on her husband, pressing her pussy into his thigh, letting him play with her breasts, when she’d then sunk lower. Her mouth wrapped around Thomas’ cock, and then she pulled away, got on all fours in front of him, her chest to the ground with her ass stuck up high. Her legs had moved to the side and she looked like a needy slut, like how a member of the trio might react were they trained. How Taylor imagined herself once or twice enticing someone with her form’s finest features.

Then Thomas has stepped forward, and gripped his wife’s thighs and then he slid in.

She’d felt a need, a desire for him to do the same to her.

Taylor wanted him; there was no two ways about it. She wanted that thick, hard cock in her, not just stroking up and down, not just hard and in front of her, its musk making her light headed, spurring a desire in her core, but rather, she wanted it in her.

Despite making herself cum numerous times, that deviant desire never disappeared.

Taking a deep breath, Taylor gave a quick rap on the door, wincing at how… desperate it sounded before waiting. Soon enough the door swung open, revealing Claire. The moment that she saw Taylor her expression brightened and she turned.

“Thomas, Taylor is here,” she said as…

As Thomas stepped around the corner, his robe open, his cock out on display, growing harder as he saw Taylor, his chiselled abs, his strong chiselled jaw giving her a kind smile. 

Good God I want him.

Things started off like usual, she moved deeper into the house, and started to shed her clothes like normal. Claire did so as well, putting on a little tease for Taylor as she removed them so slowly, making Taylor’s no doubt deep blush just that much deeper. Though from how Taylor was acting nervous again, looking away from them as she stripped, they knew something was up. Taylor stood by the couch, almost about to perform, too nervous to ask for Thomas’ cock herself, when Claire stopped it all with a simple:

“Hold it,” and then she turned to Taylor coming closer to her. There was no mischief in her eyes as she came and gently took hold of Taylor’s arms. She held Taylor still, before one hand came to her face and slowly pulled on Taylor’s chin up so that they were looking at each other in the eyes.

“What’s wrong Taylor, if you don’t want to do this, that’s fine, we don’t have to. Or… if you want to stop all of this we understand. We’ll never tell a soul, you know that right, Taylor?” she said, and Taylor nodded. She knew.

“No it’s not that… I just I want to… I…” her desire stopped in her throat, her nervousness making her choke on what she wished to say.

“Take your time,” she said, giving Taylor a kind smile that… honestly was comforting.

“I… I want to… I want to… I want Thomas to… to fuck me,” she said, barely able to get the words out above a whisper, her nerves making her shake like a leaf.

The moment Taylor said that, it was like the sun cresting the horizon for the Lassiters. Their worried expressions broke as their lips spread into smiles, lights danced in their eyes. It was almost like they couldn’t really hold back either. They were too excited, Taylor could see their smiles attempt to lower but their joy was too much. Claire’s hands lowered to Taylor hands as she took hold of them instead.

“If that’s what you want my dear then lets go and make this first time extra special so you’ll have no regrets,” she said, pulling at Taylor to come follow her while Thomas gave a wave.

“I’ll make sure our bedroom is all ready for us,” he said before leaving to go further into the house while Claire pulled Taylor another way. Taylor let the older woman guide her until they came into a spacious bathroom that had all kinds of make up, arranged around the counter on one side and only a few things like a toothbrush on the other side. One was obviously Thomas’ while the other side was Claire’s.

“Okay then, lets get you out of these stuffy clothes and we can see what we can do about getting you all ready,” she said, and Taylor nodded, pulling her clothes off so Claire could get at her properly. Obviously she was going to get her to wear something, though what Taylor wasn’t sure. Though as Taylor tossed her shirt off, one of Claire’s warm hands pressed into her chest, sliding up one of her breasts. Claire thumb and pointer finger trapping a nipple between them, her touching drawing out a little spark of pleasure as she touched Taylor, giving her a pleasant smile. 

“What lovely breasts you have, so cute, so sensitive,” she said, grinning a bit as she continued to rub Taylor’s sensitive nipple between her fingers while Taylor bit her lip. But then Claire let go, and Taylor almost missed those fingers.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to get my fill of you later, but for now, let’s make you the prettiest girl in this house.”

Then Claire began on the make up, her hands reaching out to the various tools of the beautician’s trade, grabbing mascara pencils, some kind of lip plumper before lipstick was applied. She lined Taylor’s eyes and then helped her with her eye shadow, a colour that darkened around Taylor’s eyes, but not by too much, merely to help them pop. Claire added a bit of concealer, to hide the bags she’d gotten from her lust keeping her from sleeping easily. Then right before she was about to apply blush, Claire stopped, looking at Taylor before giggling and saying: “I think that you might actually be blushing enough as it is.”

Though Claire never stopped her little touches, and her little ways of making sure that Taylor was still horny. As she worked on Taylor, her leg would slide between the brunette’s own, her breasts would press into Taylor’s, her body moving in such a way as to press their nipples together. Then there was the kiss, how she leaned in right after she finished the make up, the plumper still burning slightly on Taylor’s lips as they kissed, their tongues pressing into each other as they danced and swirled. The sensation electric as the feeling combined with the slight burning sent a wave of something into Taylor that caressed her core and left her wanting more.

But the elder woman pulled way, leaving Taylor for a moment as she slipped out, Taylor’s mouth left slightly ajar and her breathing hard. Her nipples stuck out like eraser nubs, and her slit, she didn’t even need to reach down to feel how wet she’d become. Then Claire returned.

“Well now don’t you look gorgeous? But I think I can do better, here, try these,” and then Claire handed Taylor some kind of lingerie. The older woman’s smile was wide as could be while Taylor slowly laid out the lingerie on the counter. The items were all of white silk, not spider but close enough. Likely regular silk which even for underwear probably meant all these things together were more than all of the allowance Taylor had ever earned in her lifetime. 

“A-are you sure?” Taylor asked. These things had to be precious to Claire, and it was a lot of work to put into… well her. Besides, Taylor had already kind of… well, gotten something kind of ready… though it could use a lot of work. It was just a thong at the moment really, but…

“Oh dearie I insist, after all, this is going to be your very first time, and it should be something extra special for you, and not something to just rush into. Though if you really want, I do have some bon-”

“No, please I love it, it’s just…” and as Taylor trailed off Claire merely put on a kind smile and hugged her close. Taylor paused a second, unsure what to do, before, slowly, she hugged the older woman back.

“It’s that self doubt acting up again isn’t it?” she asked.

“Yeah… I guess…” she said, but wasn’t sure how to continue. Claire however did as she pulled away.

“Well don’t you worry. You my girl are one of the most beautiful creatures I’ve come across. A lovely personality, a cute face and a body made for elegance. I dare say that the only reason your friend Emma is a model and not you is due to her family’s connections. Now, go on, put it on, I want to see you all done up!” she said as she stepped away while Taylor smiled, feeling a bit better as she grabbed the first item.

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Despite… well despite the fact that this was just the next logical step when she thought of how this mutual masturbation thing could have gone, Taylor couldn’t help the nervousness. It, it was actually happening. She was about to lose her virginity, and not only that, but… Taylor wasn’t really sure how to describe it. She felt her nervousness spike again, her heart was beating in her throat again, and her body had gone cold while her breathing come out harder as she gripped her thighs as she knelt on the bed.

Claire had led her into this bedroom that looked like a love hotel room, complete with a heart shaped bed, after dressing her in that special lingerie that she’d grabbed, and what a set it was. It wasn’t just a set of sexy panties and bra, though those certainly were a part of it since the bra was cup-less and only served to accentuate her breasts. Claire had to have gotten her into every kind of sexy clothing there could be without diving into some of the more hardcore fetish clothing. Taylor had on a set of stockings that hugged her legs, and better displayed their size and thickness, and she barely needed the garters she had on in order to keep them up. They were slightly smaller than her thighs, which according to Claire, was perfect, so the garters were just for show. Then she also had on long almost arm length silken gloves that fit just right and were rather snug. Then finally as Taylor thought of it, she raised a hand to her throat, and felt at the chocker on her. A band of frilly silk that went around her neck, adding that little bit more that Claire said men went crazy over. There was something about a beautiful and sexy woman wearing gloves, stockings, and a collar, or in this case a choker she said, though she had offered a bell to go with it.

As it all came together, Taylor could say she saw the appeal as the lingerie, and her make up came together, her hair being combed and washed as well, completed the look. When she’d finished dressing, Taylor had stared at the mirror, it was like she’d been transformed from the awkward frog, and had become a beautiful… and honestly kind of hot princess. She looked innocent as those large eyes looked back at her despite her state of dress.

And slowly Taylor’s mind started to drift to her… fantasies. To how she imagined the trio being taken, and now she imagined this beautiful creature being grabbed, being pressed up against a wall, her kisses being stolen. She imagined kissing that creature, and being kissed, pressing against her and making her feel good, or being made to feel-

Then the door opened, and Taylor was startled out of her fantasies, her eyes immediately drawn towards the new occupant. In the doorway stood Thomas, his comfy and expensive looking robe coating his form. It was the kind of robe that Taylor imagined rich men lounged around in as they drank champagne while sitting in front of the fire place. 

The moment he walked in and saw Taylor, Thomas smiled. It was a kind smile, and yet, it sent shivers down her spine, as if there was something predatory as he looked her over, his gaze sliding up and down her form. On instinct, Taylor moved her hands to cover herself, her hands sliding up and she avoided his eyes. 

Yet as he got close, his hands came up and gently slid around her wrists. Without resisting, she let him pull her hands away, showing herself off to him, letting him see how hard her nipples were, how her body was reacting to all of this. It was like her heart was a jack hammer, beating in her throat, because this was it. He was right there, and as her gaze moved irresistibly towards where his crotch was, she could see a tent pushing at the robes. They’d nearly broken out, and no doubt if he moved too much more they would be pushed aside and he’d be left with his cock hanging out. 

Taylor had to swallow at that thought, the mere idea of it making her want to see it. She wanted to part his clothes, and reveal him. His robe somehow acting as a tantalising barrier she wanted to peak beneath, despite seeing it many times before. 

“You’ve turned out beautiful my dear, I must say, I want to ravish you, to bring you to climax as best I can, and then push you farther. How does that sound?” he asked, and Taylor had to swallow again, her breathing hard once more as she was left speechless, only able to nod her accent. She didn’t want to speak, almost like it would ruin the moment, or something. She wasn’t quite sure.

“But I’ll let you figure out what you want, so tell me, or perhaps… show me?” he asked, letting go of her wrists and stepping back a bit. Taylor gingerly took her wrists back, rubbing at them not because they were sore, but was at a loss of what to do. She wanted to get those robes off, she wanted to touch his cock, but…

Taylor bit her lip, unsure how to go forward, how to proceed. She wanted him, but what if she did something wrong? As she looked him over though, she spotted Claire behind him in the background of the room. Claire seemed to notice that Taylor was looking to her and gave a soft smile. With her hands she started to make gestures, which slowly Taylor realised were suggestions. Her hands almost looked like she was massaging a phantom cock and its balls. Taylor looked away from Claire and instead focused on Thomas once more. Touching him, she could do that. She could start with that. She’d already been cum on, so touching should be fine. 

Swallowing again, a new favourite nervous tick as her mouth watered at the thought of... at the thought of Thomas' rod, Taylor slowly slid off the bed, landing on her knees in front of him. Thomas just looked down at her, smiling his kind smile at her as she reached forth. In a way, she almost felt like a treasure hunter, finally at the long end of a road, and her reward was just beyond the Thomas’ robe. 

Slowly, gently, Taylor pulled away at the robe, and from the depths sprang forth the object of her desire; Thomas’ throbbing erection. Up close, it looked immense, looming large above her. She knew intellectually it wasn’t massive. It wasn’t the immense cocks seen in porn that a girl couldn’t even wrap her full hand around, but to Taylor, it was huge. Then the musk hit. It wasn’t a powerful thing, but rather a silent, insidious aphrodisiac that tickled her core, like someone grabbing her thigh. 

“Don’t worry my dear, take your time,” Thomas said and that snapped Taylor out of her momentary awe. She was about to swallow again, but then stopped, and instead opened her mouth slightly while her hands reached up. Gently, she began to caress Thomas, feeling his cock, how hard his rod was, and following along with the gestures from Claire, had a hand fondle Thomas’ balls. His shaft was thick and turgid, barely having any give, and his skin so smooth. While his balls were big, but the skin was winkled, though not unpleasantly so, it gave them a bit of give as Taylor started to massage him down there while her other hand stroked his rod. 

At the same time, Taylor saw a small bread of pre beginning to form from the tip of Thomas’ cock. Breathing hard, Taylor opened her mouth more, and she couldn’t resist any longer. She closed her eyes, and as she stroked down his shaft, Taylor moved forth, and slowly she took the older man’s cock into her mouth. Taylor couldn’t help the moan as it escaped her, her pussy felt like it was gushing at just placing the man’s lower head in her mouth. Her legs started to rub together, having no hands to spare for her needy snatch as she slowly began to gyrate while she slowly bob her head. Her tongue swirled around his cock like mad, exploring its smooth length.

It really shouldn’t have felt so good. She was just putting a cock in her mouth, and bobbing on it. Her mouth didn’t feel all that much better than when she ate, and yet it was like pouring gas on an open flame, the blaze in her spiralling out of control as the hand on his balls left and raced for her pussy. Her fingers drove into her, the palm of her hand pressing into her clit while her fingers dove deep, that sensual desire in her no longer able to be ignored. All the while, Taylor sped up her sucking, her bobbing. Her hand covered up the rest of Thomas’ cock when she went down, and even then sometimes she’d go too far, her throat suddenly rebelling against her, and yet she just kept going. Wanting it, needing it. She desired it more than anything else at the moment as her eyes rolled back while delving deeper into her pleasure. More, she wanted more!

Then she felt a hand on her head, and as she bobbed again, it pressed against her, and pulled her off of Thomas. Once she was pulled off, Taylor panted like a dog, her tongue out, drool dripping from her mouth as she looked up. Taylor felt Claire’s nails gently push some loose strands of hair from her face while another landed on her arm. It didn’t grab, but Taylor still froze. Thomas was grinning.

“Enthusiastic little thing aren’t you? Though I don’t think you just want to give a blow job do you? No, you want more, right?” he asked, and Taylor nodded, uncaring for a moment how much of a slut it make her look, to nod her head for cock, to be fucked, but she was so horny right now she couldn’t give a damn about modesty. 

“Come on dearie, lets get you on the bed again,” Claire said and Taylor let herself be pulled up and crawled back up onto the bed. As she did so, Thomas at some point had slipped on a condom and stood there imperiously, his robes open, his masculine form a sight to behold, as that was what was going to be taking her, and Taylor couldn’t wait.

Taylor was left kneeling once again in front of him as this time Thomas started to get onto the bed as well. As he got closer, Taylor fell back, her legs spreading apart, her arms up, fully exposing herself to him. For a moment Taylor wondered what she’d do about those panties Claire had given her, but as he moved over her, one hand grabbed hers, while the other went down and-

Taylor gasped as she felt the warm hand of Thomas press into her panties, rubbing at her. Taylor’s hips moved on their own, moving in time with him as he kept rubbing and then-

Taylor’s eyes widened as she felt his fingers press into her slit. For a moment she worried that Thomas had ruined them, but she felt a hand grab onto hers, and there was Claire.

“Don’t worry dear, those panties are designed like that, you don’t even need to pull them off,” she said, and then Taylor felt a hand on her leg, rubbing between her stockings and panties, adding just one more sensation as Taylor’s panting continued, her heart once more beating in her throat. Thomas came closer, so close that his cock pressed against her slit and then he stopped.

“Are you ready?” Claire asked, sounding almost as breathless as Taylor felt, and Taylor smiled. Shaking as she nodded, unable to contain her excitement. This was it!

Then he pushed forth and Taylor let out an explosive moan as the largest thing she’d ever felt entered her pussy. It went in slowly, but it felt so good! It was better than her fingers by far. There were no sharp points from her nails, there were no gaps, and it was so warm. Taylor’s mouth fell open, and her eyes rolled back a bit as she got used to Thomas’ size. It felt huge to her, filling her up perfectly.

“-es yes, fuck, more!” someone cried out as Taylor’s hips shook and her mouth moved on its own. Then Thomas moved.

The effect was a rippling wave of pleasure tearing through Taylor. Even though it wasn’t fast, it was powerful, and it drove into her in such a way that it was indescribable. Then, at a certain point, it hit something. That something fired off a chain reaction like an open flame in a fertilizer factory. The pleasure bloomed over Taylor’s horizon, and Taylor’s legs ceased up, they tried to come together but they hit Thomas, who had caused the sensual detonation in her loins. 

Taylor’s mouth was moving again but she didn’t hear it, the beat of her heart too loud, the crying of delight from her core was overwhelming as it was fucked, as Thomas began to drive himself in and out of her, fucking her more and more, constantly moving and driving himself into her wonderful, special place. It was starting to get too much as Taylor’s hips trembled independent of his thrusting, as her hands gripped and started to stab into their hands. They didn’t seem to mind however, and then Claire’s hand came up to cup one of Taylor’s breast, adding to the sensations as her world far sooner than before went white, her focus once more leaving her, before centering entirely around the sensations within her body while her bugs reacted to her state of being.

Each thrust was a trip to nirvana, blissful pleasure running up and down her, powering through her body with the force of a great wave, then bouncing back and forth, drowning her in sensual delight while she started to clench and spasm. Then she cried out in ecstasy as she started to feel herself cumming as the wave surged, her pussy clamping down, undulating and spasming. Trying to squeeze down on Thomas, inviting him in, wanting him more and more as the wave turned into a tsunami of pleasure. Sounds came from Taylor’s mouth, but they were meaningless. Her sounds were animalistic cries of delight from a wanton whore, unable to process anything more than the pleasure that overtook her mind.

Then it all changed as Thomas’ thrusts came faster and faster, the assault on her core took a turn for the intense as Taylor felt him twitching inside each time he thrust, he was near his own climax. 

“Tell him to cum in you,” a voice, Claire’s said, and mindlessly Taylor did so:

“Cum in me, cum in me please, fuck me, breed me, I want you to fill me Thomas, Fuck a baby into me and make me complete!” Taylor cried, her mind automatically reaching for the dialogue from a hot porno she watched as Thomas grunted and she felt warmth fill her. Taylor laughed and moaned in delight. Though the warmth was constrained, and then Taylor remembered the condom. 

A part of her pouted at that, but then as he pulled out, Taylor spasmed again, gasping a little as she saw the cum heavy condom hanging there. Taylor swallowed, her mouth watering for it, before suddenly a set of fingers landed on her pussy, and started to finger her clit, making her hips start to shake again. There were snaps somewhere and Taylor noticed Claire’s other hand was gone. Taylor looked down, her eyes gaining some focus as she saw Claire over her now, a wicked smile on her face, and Thomas’ condom in her other hand.

“Want some?” and Taylor nodded. Wanting some very much, especially as Claire started to tease her, and touch her clit, pressing into her as Taylor opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. Claire’s grin widening as she tipped the condom over, the opening ending up on Taylor’s tongue as the salty ooze slipped onto her tongue. Taylor’s breath started to be filled with the scent of Thomas’ seed while Taylor let it pool in her mouth, savouring the taste. Taylor whined a bit as Claire chuckled.

“Don’t worry my dear, Thomas is just getting another condom on, he’ll be back with us shortly,” and Taylor couldn’t help but make a very happy noise at that her heavenly retreat would continue on for a while longer.

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