Protector Plus

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We had finished in Carlisle by lunchtime, so we should be back in Newcastle by mid-afternoon. Just like the day before, I was naked under my nylon uniform skirt. I could almost feel the juices trickling down my thighs, and my legs felt like jelly. Shelly had taken me to the brink of orgasm a few times, stopping just before I came and I would have embarrassed myself in the crowded room.

As we got in the car, Lorna looked at me, “Do you find these uniforms as uncomfortable as I do?”

She had removed her jacket and thrown it across the back seat, so I did the same.

“Now the skirt.”

I couldn’t believe what she had just told me to do.

“But I’m naked under...and I have the toy thing still in as instructed.”

“I know,” she laughed, “now get that bloody skirt off before someone comes.”

I quickly complied, trying to pull my blouse down to cover my modesty.

“Remove the toy, you will be using Boop,” she said as she handed me the dildo part of the strap on that she had used to such great effect the night before. She had already laid a towel on the seat, which was good, as I am sure I would have stained the seats with the volume of juices flowing from me.

“Pick two colours,” she said, laughing as she pulled out of the car park and started driving.

“Yellow and blue,” I said without really thinking.

“Good choice. Every time we pass a yellow car, you will start fucking yourself, and you won’t stop until we pass a blue car.” My mouth must have fallen open in shock, but she continued, “You will not cum unless I give my express permission...or Shelly does.”

I glanced at the dashboard, where her phone was in a cradle and could see Shelly’s smiling face.

“Redirect the camera, will you please? I want to watch you using your cunt.”

I went to speak, but Lorna continued talking, “If you cum without permission, I will leave you on the side of the road naked to fuck yourself while the cars go past.”

I wasn’t sure if she was serious or not, but I was scared she might be, and I was hugely sexually excited. As we pulled onto the A69, the road that runs along the site of Hadrian's wall, we passed a bright yellow car.

“Yellow car,” said Lorna firmly and taking the dildo, I pushed it into my soaking pussy. I had the familiar feeling of being filled, the same as last night, as I pushed it slowly deeper.

“Work that cunt girl, “Shelly said from the phone, and I obeyed, starting to fuck myself with the large dildo.

“Blue car,” Lorna said, and when I didn’t stop immediately, she barked, “STOP SLUT.”

I paused mid-thrust and could feel my thighs quivering as I scanned the road for a yellow car. I saw one in the distance coming towards us and moaned, “Yellow car.”

“When we pass, it is still a while away,” Lorna laughed.

My arms were aching with the effort of holding the dildo ready, and as it shot past us on the opposite carriageway, I started to fuck myself with gusto.

I almost wept when Lorna quietly said, “Blue car,” but I knew better than to disobey, stopping my movements immediately.

Without averting her eyes from the road, she said, “Do you think we should let her cum?”

I must have let out a whimper as I almost screamed and begged to be allowed to get some release.

“Layby?” Shelly laughed, and Lorna joined her laughter, leaving me confused.

“Great idea, love, there is one a few miles ahead.”

Being an A road, the A69 has laybys at frequent intervals along the road where a tired driver can pull over. There are no facilities, and often there is nothing more than an overflowing waste bin. Lorry drivers often use it for enforced breaks, and some even sleep in their cabs overnight. Lorna pulled the car to a stop a short distance back from a parked-up lorry and turned off the engine.

“Open the car door,” she said firmly.

I complied, feeling the fresh breeze play over my naked flesh, the dildo still half in my aching cunt.

“Put your feet on the ground and don’t lift them off until you cum.”

By twisting into this position, I was exposing myself to an empty field, but a rambler or farmer could have passed at any moment and seen me pleasuring myself. Because I was twisted at 90 degrees to the front of the car, I couldn’t see the lorry driver’s door.

“Yellow car,” Lorna laughed and like Pavlov's dog, I started fucking myself. I could feel the coarse stones of the tarmac digging into my feet, and passing cars must have been able to see my legs, but nothing more. Perhaps they thought I was peeing as a few of them honked their horns as they sped past.

“If any of the cars stop or the lorry driver gets out, you will blow them,” Lorna said calmly, like she was ordering a pizza for delivery.

“Yes Mistress,” I moaned as I drove the dildo faster and deeper, excited at the thought of being caught and at the same time terrified.

“Oh, is that him getting out?” Lorna said, and I could feel my heart racing as I tried to twist my head to see. “Perhaps that tractor in the field will see?” she added, making me spin my head back in a wild panic.

The fear inside, coupled with the intense feelings of the dildo, made me explode, and I squirted down the shaft and over my hands that were plunging it into me.

There was no tractor, and the lorry had started to pull away in a belch of smoke, leaving us alone in the layby.

As my breathing slowly returned to normal, Lorna started the car and I let the dildo drop to the footwell as I lay back in the seat.

As Lorna drove along the road, she said, “So Jenny, I have certainly enjoyed this week. I hope you have as well.”

I was stunned into silence. This had been my first time with another woman. I had been to a lesbian club and molested, then saved. I had been fucked on camera as another woman got off watching me. I had even masturbated in front of my boss as we had driven past cars and wagons.

“It’s been different…wonderfully different,” was the only words I could formulate to try to capture what had happened that week.

“Do you have to get home to your Callum…or would you like to meet my girlfriend, Shelly, face to face?” Lorna said casually as she dropped her hand to my pussy, making me moan.

I knew that I should get home to the man I was going to marry. How could I let Callum down? It wasn’t his fault. That would be the respectable course of action. The last week had been a fantastic ride, but where would it go from here? Would I be the one they talked about double fucking? Their secret, or perhaps not so secret sex toy?”

I knew deep down there was only one answer…

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