More Self Exploration

Jessica stood there on shaky legs, still staring at the stranger in the mirror. Her pussy was still drooling down her inner thighs from that first shattering orgasm. The clone’s body felt like it was on fire — every nerve ending begging for more.

She turned away from the mirror, breathing hard, and let her eyes scan the luxurious suite. On a low glass table near the bed, she noticed a sleek black case that hadn’t been there in her old life. She opened it.

Inside was an assortment of high-end toys, all pristine and clearly designed for the “Pleasure Unlimited” experience. Her gaze immediately locked onto a thick, realistic 8-inch dildo — veiny, flesh-colored, with a heavy suction base. It looked obscene. It looked perfect.

Why do I want this so badly? her 42-year-old mind wondered. She had never been particularly oral in her old body. Blowjobs had always been more of a chore than a thrill.

But this new body had other ideas.

A sudden, almost compulsive heat flushed through her as she picked up the dildo. Her mouth watered. Literally. She licked her lips, staring at the thick head.

Before she could talk herself out of it, Jessica brought the toy to her mouth and pushed it past her lips.

“Mmmph…”

The moment the fat head filled her mouth, a wave of pure, slutty pleasure rolled through her. The taste, the stretch, the way her plump new lips wrapped around it — it felt right. Her tongue instinctively swirled around the shaft as she pushed more of it inside, eyes half-lidded.

This is ridiculous, she thought. I’m a grown woman, not some ****—

The thought cut off as she pushed the dildo deeper.

The head bumped against the entrance to her throat. Instead of gagging, a lightning bolt of intense pleasure shot straight to her clit. The engineered clone body didn’t just tolerate it — it loved it. Her throat relaxed almost eagerly, welcoming the thick intrusion.

Jessica’s eyes widened in shock even as she moaned loudly around the silicone cock. She pushed harder.

Gluck…

Half the dildo slid into her throat. The stretch burned in the most delicious way. Her pussy clenched hard, dripping fresh arousal onto the floor. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, not from discomfort, but from overwhelming sensation.

“Fuuuuck…” she tried to moan, but it came out as a wet, muffled gurgle.

She dropped to her knees in front of the mirror, completely naked, and started fucking her own throat with the 8-inch toy. Each thrust pushed deeper. The obscene bulge in her slender neck was visible every time she **** it down. The rougher she got, the better it felt. Her mature mind was screaming in confusion while her young body rewarded her with crashing waves of pleasure.

One hand stayed on the dildo, brutally pumping it in and out of her sloppy mouth. The other hand mauled her new, fuller tits. She squeezed hard — much harder than she’d ever dared with her real breasts — pinching and twisting her hypersensitive nipples. The pain and pleasure mixed into something filthy and addictive.

Her athletic thighs were spread wide, pussy visibly throbbing and empty, leaking steadily as she throat-fucked herself.

Why does this feel so fucking good? she thought, horrified and aroused at the same time. I shouldn’t want to **** myself like a cheap whore…

But the clone’s hormones didn’t care what she “should” want. Every time the thick dildo battered the back of her throat, her clit pulsed and her pussy gushed. She was drooling heavily now — long strings of spit running down her chin, over her bouncing tits, and dripping onto her toned stomach.

She switched to both hands on the dildo, gripping the base and forcing it as deep as it would go. Her throat convulsed around it in rhythmic, milking squeezes. The wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds filled the suite as she brutally face-fucked herself in front of the mirror.

The orgasm built fast — impossibly fast.

Jessica’s eyes rolled back. Her whole body tensed. With one final, savage thrust that buried nearly the entire 8 inches down her throat, she came.

Hard.

Her pussy spasmed violently, squirting in powerful arcs onto the mirror and floor as her throat orgasmed around the thick intruder. Her vision whited out. Her muffled screams vibrated around the dildo as wave after wave of devastating pleasure ripped through her. She kept the toy buried deep, hips twitching, tits heaving, completely lost in the filthy, degrading bliss.

When it finally subsided, she slowly pulled the dripping dildo from her throat with a long, wet pop. Coughing and gasping, she stared at her reflection.

Mascara (that the resort had applied during the upload) ran down her flushed cheeks. Her lips were swollen and glossy with spit. Her tits were red from her own rough groping. Her pussy was a soaked, puffy mess.

The 42-year-old corporate strategist inside this perfect young body felt a deep, shameful thrill at how utterly slutty she looked.

And worse… she already wanted more.