My World to Free-use

192: Getting Handsy (1)

I turned my attention to the other GILF behind me and mirrored the motion beneath her more practical attendant skirt.The silver-haired GILF’s massive thighs parted just enough to grant me access, her stoic face remaining perfectly calm even when my fingers brushed against her clit.

But the moment one of my fingers began to invade her soft, moist, warm, and tight pussy, her expression began to falter.

It wasn’t a massive change. But it was enough to excite me. To let me know I was moving in the right direction.

Valeria’s breath hitched slightly, a faint quiver across her face. Her breathing quickened, albeit very slightly, and the rise and all of her heavy chest was noticeable even though it was minimal because her chest was just that much bigger.

Her massive ass shifted on the velvet seat as my fingers curled inside her, stroking along her inner walls with deliberate pressure.

I worked both women at first, my wrists flexing as I fingered them in tandem.

The carriage’s gentle rocking added an unpredictable rhythm to my movements, sometimes forcing my fingers deeper on the downward sway, sometimes pulling them back slightly.

The wet sounds of my fingers moving inside their wet pussies grew steadily louder, mixing with the creak of their carriage and the soft, increasingly unsteady breaths of the two GILFS.

Elara remained largely in control of her reactions, though her usually sharp gaze had softened at the edges. Not a massive change again.

Her dominant voice stayed steady as she moaned, even as her hips gave the smallest, involuntary rock against my hand.

“I am… en-enjoying this… Jack…”

Valeria, by contrast, was losing the battle with composure far more visibly. Her stoic expression had given way to a flushed, sultry look, cheeks pink, lips parted, eyes half lidded as quickened breaths escaped her.

Soft moans slipped from her soft lips whenever my thumb would brush against her clit.

“Ahhnngg~~”

“Hmmnn~~”

Elara looked at the moaning maid with surprise; the maid was also surprised by the sounds she was making. She pressed her lips tighter afterward, as if she was trained not to lose her stoic composure, but her body betrayed her.

Her thick thighs trembled around my wrist, and her massive ass clenched and shifted on the seat with every skillful curl of my fingers inside of her.

I continued working on them both, my pace steady and consistent. I curled my fingers inside them just right, stroking the sensitive parts that made Elara’s breath catch and Valeria’s sultry expression deepen into something almost dazed.

The wet, obscene sounds of my fingers pumping into their pussies filled the small space, growing slicker and louder as their arousal built.

“Aaannhpppmm!!!”

And then, someone cracked.

Valeria was the first one to cum.

Her orgasm hit her suddenly, even I couldn’t predict it, with a sharp moan that she couldn’t quite suppress.

Her pussy clamped down hard around my fingers all of a sudden as a rush of warm, clear squirt gushed out around them, soaking my hand and splattering onto the front of her skirt and the carriage floor.

Though most of it was absorbed by her skirt, staining the front considerably.

Her massive thighs shook violently, and her flushed, sultry face went slack with pleasure for several long seconds before she managed to school her expression again, though the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the faint sheen of sweat on her skin gave away completely.

“Hnnnnnnnnggg~~!!!”

Elara followed her trusted attendant moments later. Her dominant composure cracked just enough to let out a throaty moan to escape her as her pussy fluttered and clenched around my fingers.

A smaller, but no less messy gush of her juices followed, soaking the fabric of her elegant gown between her thighs and leaving a visible wet patch on the velvet seat beneath her.

For a moment, the only sounds in the carriage were the heavy breath of the two women and the continued creak of the wheels.

Then, Elara finally spoke, her voice slightly huskier than usual but still carrying that edge of command.

“Our dresses… they are ruined…”

That’s all she had to say, huh?

Valeria glanced down at her skirt, at the dark, wet stains spreading across the front of her skirt, and her face did something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

It was a mix of embarrassment and something else. Something… humiliating.

I wonder if…?

It wasn’t the time to test this theory out, but I left it in my mind for now, locking it away for later, and focused on the current situation.

Without saying a word, I moved forward. Still kneeling between them, I leaned forward and pressed my mouth on Elara’s soaked pussy after raising her skirt and exposing her pussy.

My tongue lapping up her juices. The taste was thick and heady on my tongue, like chocolate. I sealed my lips around her lower ones and sucked gently, cleaning her with thorough, hungry strokes until the immediate mess was gone.

Elara’s breath hitched again at the sudden heat of my mouth, but she made no move to stop me.

One of her hands even came to rest lightly on the back of my head, not pushing me away, but not quite guiding me either.

Her dominant nature warred visibly with the physical pleasure of being tended to so eagerly.

Pulling away, I moved on to the busty GILF from the muscular GILF, repeating the process with the same thoroughness. My tongue worked between her thick, trembling thighs, lapping up the evidence of her orgasm while she sat stiffly above me, no doubt trying to keep her stoic expression intact, which was slightly cracking into that same flushed, sultry expression.

“Haaann~~~”

A soft, shaky moan escaped her when my tongue flicked over her sensitive clit.

I made my utmost effort to clean them up, which even an idiot could have told was an excuse to get my mouth on their lower mouth, which leaked even more when I tried to clean them up.

Knowing Elara, she would have seen the practical problem with this approach. Even after cleaning them both with my mouth, the dark, wet patches on their dresses remained, obvious stains that no amount of licking could erase from the fabric.

I pulled back slightly, my chin glistening, and looked up at Elara with respectful deference.

“My lady… the stains on your dresses… My mouth alone is not enough to clean the fabric. If you will permit it, I can use magic to remove them completely, but I fear my lowly magic would stain your dignity.”

Elara’s eyes narrowed slightly, not at the mention of my subservience, but at the mention of that magic. Interest flickered across her calculating features, sharp, assessing, and undeniably intrigued.

But she said nothing for a long moment, simply studying me. The silence stretched, filled only by the rocking of the carriage and the soft, unsteady breaths of the two women.

Finally, she gave a single, slow nod.

“Do it.”

I raised my head with a smile and also my hand, without saying anything in return except for the spell name.

“Cleanse.”

Instead of using it through the system, which would have cost less mana and had no dramatic effect, I cast the spell via a circle, creating a faint, pale blue shimmer of mana that washed over both women and their dresses, but only from the neck down, in case they had any makeup on, and it would cleanse along with it.

The wet stains vanished instantly, the fabric returning to its pristine state as though nothing had happened.

Even the scent of their juices in the air seemed to lighten, though it did not disappear entirely.

Elara watched the magic with sharp, unblinking interest, her expression unreadable. She said nothing about it.

But the way her eyes lingered on me afterward made it clear the moment had not gone unnoticed.

Valeria had returned to her stoic look, simply adjusting her skirt with quiet dignity, though the sultry heat in her eyes had not yet fully faded.

Elara, on the other hand, remained just like that, her pussy still exposed without caring enough to cover herself up.

And I…

I remained kneeling in front of them, waiting with eager anticipation for either one of them to bring it up. That would be wonderful in its own way.

“Get up, Jack. It is time we tend to you now.”

And the magic words I had been waiting for didn’t take too long to come.

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