Exploring One’s Self 4 (Worm Commission)

A Commission for Kolejny dzień

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This... is getting out of hand. Taylor thought hours ago when she’d turned to head to the Lassiter's home once more. She hadn't been able to stop herself, especially when as she passed that turn her heart began to race, her stomach growing warmer, her thighs pressing into each other, rubbing together as she walked. Her face had flushed and her nipples had begun to grow hard, rubbing up against her shirt until she was at their door. She had to be some kind of nymphomaniac or something because this can’t be natural, to be so horny and have such a need to fulfil that burning desire in the pit of her stomach.

They'd taken her in once more, happy to receive her. The little slut that couldn't get enough of them, of Claire's fingers, of Thomas' cock. The temptations and what they made her feel... it was too much to resist. 

Taylor moaned as she ground herself on Thomas, his dick filling her, his hands on her hips, helping her grind herself on him, all the while Claire kissed her, her fingers playing Taylor like a piano. A slight pressing against her clit, her nipples mercilessly teased, making Taylor practically melt in her hands as her hips moved to fuck herself on Mr. Lassiter. Claire slowly pulled away from Taylor, her lips soft and smooth, the mere thought of a kiss from her was enough to add another spark to the blazing inferno in her core, warming her loins and sending more blood rushing to her nether. 

"Mmmmh, delicious as always," Mrs. Lassiter said, the elder woman smiling as she started to press harder into Taylor's clit, the pressure rapidly sending Taylor spiralling as her husband continued to fuck the younger girl, the two working in tandem to drive Taylor wild. Sensations spread through her like lightning, sparking flames of desire as they went, rapidly pushing Taylor over the edge as her body started to cease up, as her legs came together around Mrs. Lassiter's fingers. 

"Oh Thomas, I think she's cumming again," Claire declared as she giggled. Taylor felt her walls close in, her pussy trying to clamp down on Thomas, trying to milk his cock, for the fifth time now trying to force him to finally cum in her, to fill her up and spray his spunk it into her welcoming womb. The images flashed through Taylor's lust laden head as she felt herself reach her climax. 

"O-oh god- fuhhhh!" Taylor cried, shuddering in ecstasy as she started to cum, the pleasure increasing ten fold as Thomas kept fucking her, as Claire kept pressing her fingers into Taylor's clit, the pleasure from the two pressing Taylor on, her orgasm getting longer and growing more intense by the second. Her body shook, her vision going white as she lost focus once again, as her world was plunged into the abyss until only their blissful torment remained. 

Then with a grunt, and a final climatic thrust, Thomas drove his dick into Taylor, his cock twitching, and Taylor felt his condom beginning to expand, his load finally entering her. Taylor moaned, imagining it without a condom, feeling his warmth, his cum. Taylor shivered in delight, her body paralysed as they came in unison, before Taylor fell back into Thomas' arms. He easily caught her, hugging her close, his strong, manly chest at her back, his cock still in her, filling her up. Taylor groaned with satisfaction while she felt Claire slip down, her tongue coming up, and licking at where Taylor and Thomas were connected, licking up any cum that escaped, and giving a teasing flick to Taylor's clit as she did so. Each time making Taylor tense up and whimper a little before eventually Claire rose up onto her elbows. 

"Such a cute girl, you've got so much potential that you're not using you know," Claire said as she looked up at Taylor, waiting patiently as Taylor came back to herself. Blinking, Taylor looked at her owlishly, her eyes wide as she considered Claire's words.

"I can see it," Thomas says and Taylor turns her head to try and get a look at him as he nods. "I assume you meant in more than just being a passionate paramour?"

Claire nodded before turning back to Taylor. "Exactly, though you are exceedingly good at that as well, don't get us wrong and if you want, we can keep this whole relationship just that, or I could offer you more."

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Lassiter smiled at that.

"She wants to teach you what she knows, how to be one of her girls," Mr. Lassiter says before Claire pipes up.

"Not just that, but how to be a courtesan. I could teach any old tramp how to be another of my girls, but never did I ever get anyone who could truly take my lessons and use them to their fullest. Sure I was able to sculpt their body and they were fine on stage or in my parlours, in fact my best students often walked away trophy wives after catching the eye of this millionaire or that, but you?" she says as she turns her attention back to Taylor. "You my girl I think I could make a proper courtesan."

"Courtesan?" Taylor asked, not quite understand the implications, her brows furrowed in time with her question. At the same Thomas let out a badly concealed snicker. 

"Don't laugh Thomas, I'm being serious!"

"Oh no I believe you, and I believe Taylor here could potentially live up to your demanding standards in every way, it’s just the kind of success you want for her isn’t that of a courtesan, but of a politician. High class escorts just simply don’t have that kind of sway any more my dear, but it would certainly effectively ensure she could make quite a bit, enough to even retire early should she take to your lessons,” he said at which Claire sighed. Then he turned his attention to Taylor. “Now doesn’t that sound enticing?” 

“To retire early?” Taylor asked which got her a smile and a shake of the head. 

“Oh to be young again. You don’t know the half of how much you want to retire after fourty years working. Then once you do you might thank us for this opportunity, so how does taking Claire’s offer up sound?” he asked, and honestly it was tempting. Not even just for the increased amount of time with the Lassiters that would lead to more sex, but also a bit of training could be useful. 

“What would it entail?” 

“Oh the usual, how to seduce, to command a room, to steal a man’s attention, body training to tighten up that figure, tone those thighs, firm that rear, how to walk, how to talk, getting properly in touch with your sexuality, all that and more. Were this a film noir I’d turn you into the perfect femme fatale, plus help with other areas as well.” Claire explained and suddenly Taylor could imagine herself in her costume, a noir filter over the city as she and some detective-like hero worked to deal with gangsters. That sounded alright, being the femme fatale sidekick of a hero, using her time with the Lassiters to keep from being so awkward. She could be like those female super heroes from Dad’s comic books, only less sexy. Taylor nodded along as a happy feeling filled her belly, her legs suddenly full of energy again, and she almost wanted to jump up and hug them. 

Then there was also the idea of getting in touch with her “sexuality”, something they’d already been helping with very nicely. Despite herself, Taylor blushed as she tried to imagine what that could mean. Since a courtesan was a bit more of a high class whore, what kind of kinky things would they do? Taylor could already feel her desire rising as she imagined it. 

“Okay, sounds fun,” Taylor said, smiling at them as Claire gave her a big smile in return. 

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When Taylor had taken up Claire’s offer of training she’d expected many things. Her lessons in how to talk she’d taken to like a fish to water, step training was generally boring but she found that after a few tries she could walk in heels rather well while still rolling her hips in a way that Mr. Lassiter said was rather enticing. What she hadn’t exactly expected would be that a part of her training would be pilates. Not that Taylor really minded all that much. She’d enjoyed when her middle school teachers had introduced it back then, and now… Taylor had on an anxious smile as she stripped naked, since Claire enjoyed doing her pilates in the nude. She said it was to inspire confidence in Taylor, but she was pretty sure that as Claire looked her over with a hungry look, that there was a bit more to it than just to bolster her confidence, not that Taylor was going to complain. After all she got a warm and fuzzy feeling in her heart that practically forced a smile from her while under that gaze. Speaking of enjoying being enticing, Taylor slowed her stripping, shimmying out of her jeans, doing her best to slow herself down to put on a show, something Claire seemed to appreciate.

“Perhaps later I could help you with that, improve that technique?” Taylor blushed. She’d likely just made a fool of herself, though…

“I’d like that,” she said. She wasn’t exactly planning on ending up a stripper. Once high school was over she was going to do what she could to get into University and find herself a good job… but maybe putting on a show? Plus, people always said that dancing is something everyone should know… granted, they never specified a strip tease… but maybe when she found a husband… something to get him in the mood to take her, to breed her and fill her needy cunt with cum.

Taylor smiled a bit more at that, before the last of her clothing fell to the floor and she took a breath, feeling her small breasts rise and fall, her nipples already hard.

“Good Taylor, now before we start here Taylor, the first thing you should know about pilates is this; how to breathe,” Claire said before taking a deep breath through her nose while she brought both hands up until they were about level with her larger chest. Her breasts rose with her inhalation, she held it for a second before exhaling noisily through her mouth as she gestured away with her hands. 

“It’s important to know that is how you should breath while doing pilates. In through the nose, and out through the mouth, will you practice with me?” she asked, and Taylor nodded along before trying it herself. Taking a deep breath in…

And then out…

In, then out.

“Good, now, let’s go over some basics,” and with that Claire began to teach Taylor how to do some pilates, starting off with having her bend over fully. Taylor could feel as she bent over, how her lower lips moved, spreading a bit as she did so. Were there anyone behind her, they’d get a perfect view of her vulva, her lips spreading open a bit as she was bent over. Taylor took another breath, sucking it in, and then breathing out, only to realise that she could feel Thomas moving through the house, and towards the living room.

“Good, very good Taylor, you’re very flexible, just like that, hold that a moment,” Taylor made a sound, though as she felt Thomas enter. Taylor could feel the heat starting to slip in some more. Taylor felt the burn in her legs as she tried to keep the pose, and at the same time, she wanted to rub her knees together, to close those lips back there as Thomas admired the two of them in the living room. His wife’s larger breasts hanging there, likely teasing him, while Taylor’s ass was exposed, her lips in full view. Taylor could feel herself down there, her clit and nipples growing hard, her breathing… she tried to control her breathing, to keep from panting. 

“Now lets rise up nice and smoothly…” the pilates continued on and despite the distraction of Thomas, Taylor found she could still focus on Claire at the same time, just like how she could focus on all of her bugs, and on Claire’s lesson, and on how Thomas was behind her. No doubt his erection growing in his robes as he looked at her. While she wasn’t the prettiest, she’d effectively fallen in with them, her lithe form something Thomas enjoyed, holding her, handling her. Her lips having grown accustom to his girth, her pussy more than once enjoying his rigid rod slipping in, unfortunately covered by a condom. Yet when they were close, when she was fucked by him…

Taylor shuddered as they continued. While not every bend and exercise was presenting herself and teasing Thomas with her ass and slick slit, quite a few of them had her bent over, her pussy lips spread for him, and Taylor was almost tempted as they stood up again, bent over to spread them for him. She was naked in front of him, his wandering eyes looking her over, taking in both her and Claire in and gazing at them with perverse intent.

Meanwhile Taylor enjoyed that stare, teasing him, wiggling her butt trying to entice him further. While not exactly experienced, Taylor tried to work something more into her moves and Claire no doubt noticed, she said less than nothing, actually grinned a bit. Then she straightened up again, but as Taylor went to follow she held up a finger for her to wait, before she started to slide over.

“Almost perfect, lets stretch those legs out once more, hmm?” she asked, though as she slipped closer, she continued going, until suddenly as Taylor was bent over, her ass stuck out, and as she started to stretch, bringing her leg upwards Taylor felt Mrs. Lassiter slip her leg in between her thighs, pressing up against her slit. Taylor sucked in some breath, before doing her best to continue. Though as she did, every move rubbed herself up against Claire, her snatch slowly sliding and grinding up Claire’s smooth leg. The sensation was only a bit more than her pressing her legs together, but as she continued, her breathing slowly grew more laboured as Taylor continued the exercise, going a bit faster, pushing against her a bit harder. 

“Good, now the other leg,” Claire said and Taylor obeyed, bringing her leg down before starting to raise the other, and started to pump it in the air slowly, continuing to rub herself against Claire, her hips slowly beginning to grind and press against Claire. Grinding and rubbing, continuing to press herself into her, letting her arousal rise higher as she pressed further until.

“Gha~” Taylor squeaked as Claire pressed into her snatch a bit harder, sliding up against her clit and she was suddenly paralysed as a small spark of pleasure spread through her body. Claire giggled a bit before speaking up:

“I think I might have gone a bit overboard.”

“I think you did fine,” Thomas said from out of sight behind them. Then Claire pulled away and Taylor let her leg fall, breathing hard now she looked back. Standing there Thomas had a thick erection standing tall, and Taylor smiled at him, wiggling her butt a bit. The only thing he wore was a smile, and a condom. She kind of wished that it wasn’t there. 

“I’ll let you two have a bit of fun while I go print off some more techniques for you Taylor so you can practice at home,” Claire said and Taylor nodded, still distracted as Thomas came forth and dropped to his knees, his big, strong body surrounding her, his cock sliding up against her slit as Thomas kissed and sucked on her neck. Taylor whined a bit, pressing her thighs together and rubbing at Thomas cock a bit before he pulled back and realigned himself before plunging in. 

Taylor let out a long, delighted moan, the sensation making her hips shake in delight as she giggled a bit from the pleasure and couldn’t help the huge smile as she was filled. 

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Once more Taylor found herself nude, though this time in front of a mirror. It was a lesson in make up, though it’d rapidly shifted into something else as Taylor breathed deeply, Claire slid her hands up and down Taylor’s body, her fingers pinching at her nipples as she was forced to watch while trying to apply the make up. A little extra challenge for her since it became apparent that Claire had little to teach her early on.

Turns out she hadn’t forgotten the many many lessons from Emma when they were pre-teens having hours of fun applying make up and learning how to keep themselves from looking like clowns with Emma’s own expansive collection of cosmetic items.

“You’ve a very steady hand Taylor, if I didn’t know better I’d think we weren’t having a bit of fun,” Claire said as Taylor blushed harder. Her bugs were helping her in this regard, but Claire’s fingers were still having an effect as they danced across her skin. Her nipples were hard as steel, her clit was erect, and she could feel how slick her slit was whenever Claire’s fingers drifted over them. It took all she could not to shiver, even focusing a bit on her bugs to drive her reactions into them. 

There’d be a new swarm of ladybugs in the Lassiter’s garden soon enough.

“Thank you,” she said as she slowly finished up, applying all the lessons that she and Emma had learned. 

“Well now don’t you look like the prettiest girl in the house? You look as pretty as when we dressed you all up for your first time with Thomas, I doubt I have much to teach you here, though perhaps after this I can suggest some products, hmm?” Claire asked as her fingers slid in further, her palm pressing into Taylor’s clit as she rubbed at her. Barely able to focus Taylor instead of answering let loose a small whimper, something for Claire as she spread her legs a bit. She slowly leaned back into the older woman who’s smile grew larger as she continued to play with Taylor.

“Having fun?”

“Loads,” Taylor said before turning around and kissing Claire, the kiss electric on her lips as their tongues slid together and coiled around each other. Their bodies intertwined, their legs between each other, the two started to grind and press into each other, their nipples sliding up against one another while they moaned and luxuriated in the sapphic pleasure their actions wrought on the both of them. 

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This was getting to be a pattern. Not that Taylor really minded as she and Claire stood in the kitchen naked but for a sheer apron on them.

“So why is being naked except for an apron all that sexy?” Taylor asked. She knew why it was enticing for her. She knew guys looked at her, wanted her, and were they to look they’d gaze at her with lust in their eyes. The object of their total attention as they wanted to touch her and feel her up, but why was a naked apron sexier than just being naked?

“It’s because you’re keeping something from them,” Claire said as she bent over at the hips, her ass sticking out as she grabbed a muffin pan. Taylor took a moment to admire her, her eyes caught by the sight of her slit, her round ass as she was bent over before she came back up. “Despite how blind most men are to the suggestion that a woman likes them and are infatuated by them, they are not at all blind to any indication that a woman wants to fuck them.”

“Take this apron for example Taylor,” she said as she turned around and gestured at herself. “Now what can you see?”

Frowning a bit Taylor gazed at her, her eyes sliding up her bare legs, coming across the apron that hid behind it her muff, if only just. Her breasts were pressed against the fabric of the apron, easily allowing any onlooker to observe her full breasts while also showing off that other than the apron there was nothing underneath. The lewd implication was what she was getting at maybe?

“I see a beautiful woman, teasingly showing herself off, but not completely.”

“Exactly Taylor. The eroticism comes from the hint, the teasing. You can do this with really any kind of clothing so long as you show off a little skin and give a hint. A man sees a woman in nothing but an apron or some far too revealing clothing and his hind brain suddenly perks up, his junk too, as he sees a woman who might be interested in sex. It’s why we woman hold such power over men, we are the arbiters of sex, and since all men desire it, we can command such creatures by offering ourselves,” Claire declared as she moved to the cupboard and pulled out some flour. Taylor herself moved to the fridge and started to grab the usual ingredients for muffins. Butter, milk, eggs.

“Guess that’s how Sophia can get hangers on to harass me,” Taylor said absentmindedly, and as she did so, Claire seemed to come up short. 

“Taylor, are you being bullied?” she asked. For a moment Taylor hesitated, before shaking her head. 

“Not… anymore… some stuff happened that made them stop, kind of,” there was still a bit of bullying, but Emma and Madison were still out of school ever since they got raped, and Sophia while she was around, wasn’t exactly herself. She must not have gotten it as bad as Emma and Sophia, but still she was very distracted, which makes sense if she was raped. Cocks forced into them, filling their holes, cum filling their cunts, spraying into their wombs and filling them up with cock after cock. Taylor swallowed and tried to hide her blush, but no doubt Claire saw it.

She put down the flour and gave Taylor a look. “Okay? What happened?”

Biting her lip, Taylor questioned whether she wanted to talk, to say anything… it was vile that, that the time that she’d been masturbating so hard had been to the fantasy of the trio being raped, of being fucked and filled by dick, cum being forced in and maybe making them pregnant, their bodies carrying their rapist’s child in them. She stayed silent for a moment, not wanting to speak, not wanting to reveal her darkness before Claire, to have her look down on her…

Claire herself came up to Taylor, arms wrapping around her, pulling Taylor’s head to her bosom. “Was it something you did?”

“No,” she answered instantly. “Rather… do you know how I masturbated that one time, and put on a show for you?”

Claire nodded. “Well it… It… I learned that my bullies got… raped… and I kind of… that’s what I was fantasising about…”

As she said it, Taylor cringed, unable to look at Claire as she said it, not wanting to see Claire’s face as she did. All that came from Claire however was an “oh” for a while, before eventually Claire spoke again:

“I see… did you, what exactly was your fantasy about?” 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what was your fantasy about, how did you imagine it?”

“Well… at first I just thought about it, and kind of… imagined it. Like seeing them in my head… and it… it was hot. Then I… then I imagined… myself in their place, getting raped, being held down, helpless as they fucked me, and took me,” Taylor shivered, remembering back the thoughts, how intense it’d been. A small bit of desire was added to her aroused core, but not much more thankfully. She enjoyed Claire’s hug. It was a different kind of pleasure than merely sexual a more comfy and soft delight. 

“Aww Taylor, that’s nothing unusual, women have rape fantasies all the time. Why do you think that bodice rippers are a thing?” she asked and Taylor blinked a bit in confusion.

“Bodice ripper?”

“Oh right, your mother likely wouldn’t have gone over that with you yet. A bodice ripper is a rather raunchy kind of tale where women would be violently or forcefully taken. It it’s rather popular with women readers. Probably has something to do with how back in the day cavemen would probably just knock women on the heads and take them then and there. Many women have fantasies about that kind of thing; it’s nothing to be ashamed about. Mix it with a bit of schadenfreude and voila, a sexy little fantasy to enjoy. If you’re interested, I could lend you a few books of mine I like?”

“Uh, that’s okay, maybe another time…”

“Okay dear, now, shall we see about fixing up these muffins before Thomas gets back?”

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