Protector Plus

The next morning, I stood in the shower feeling my bald pussy and wondered how I was going to explain it to Callum. It still felt wonderfully decadent and sexy being so smooth in such an intimate area. I had just a towel around me when my phone buzzed with a WhatsApp message from Lorna.

“You are never to wear panties in my presence ever again.”

I couldn’t believe it. I read it twice to check I hadn’t somehow imagined it or misread its meaning. I chuckled as I noticed the 24-hour auto delete was on, so the messages wouldn’t stay, which was lucky as the next message read,

“Send me a picture of your bald cunt that I licked last night.”

It wasn’t even eight in the morning, and my lesbian lover of less than 24 hours was already making demands of me…and I loved it.

Lying on the bed, I put my phone in selfie mode and opened my legs. I could see what she was about to see, and the thought turned me on. I teased my lips with one hand as I clicked with the other.

She responded almost immediately with, “Looks good enough to eat…AGAIN. See you at breakfast.”

I dressed, without panties of course and made my way downstairs to the restaurant where Lorna was already seated.

“Morning Jenny, you are looking radiant this morning,” then lowering her voice to barely a whisper, “must be due to the number of times you came last night.”

I could feel my cheeks colour, but before I could respond, she turned to the waitress who had arrived at the table, “A pot of tea for two, please.”

The Lancaster office had a large room set aside for the training session, which was a product presentation. This would then be followed by at their desk coaching and dealing with any questions. I had watched Lorna do the last three sessions, admiring how smooth and polished she was as she worked through the PowerPoint.

“You will lead Jenny,” she said calmly as she set the projector up.

“But…” I started to protest, but she moved toward me with the speed of a pouncing tiger.

“Time to prove yourself worthy, I have faith in you.”

As she was speaking, she ran her hand up the inside of my thigh, pulling my skirt up until it bunched near my hips. Tapping my ankles with her foot, I instinctively parted them, allowing her full access to my pussy. As she gently teased my pussy lips, she gently tugged at my mouth with her teeth.

“What you need is a little incentive.”

Pressing me back against the door, she drove two fingers deep inside, her palm facing upwards as she curled her fingers inside me. Wiggling them, she used her thumb against my clit, stimulating both zones simultaneously. I felt myself flood and started to pant as she switched to an ultrafast finger fucking, making me go weak at the knees. Just as I thought I would cum, she stopped,

“Do well and I will let you cum,” she laughed as she licked her fingers clean. I smoothed my skirt down, my pussy throbbing, as the first of the delegates trooped in.

She had brought me to the brink of an orgasm another three times after the training session, which had gone really well. Each time she took me to the edge, she would stop before I came with words, “I said I will let you cum…I just didn’t say when.”

By the time we got in the car to drive to Carlisle, I was buzzing with excitement.

As we drove, she casually said, “Thinking about your sex life?”

I realised I had gone quiet when she continued, “Or perhaps you were thinking about last night…and maybe tonight?”

I said nothing but could feel my pussy flipping as I thought about a possible repeat of the previous evening.

“I like to be in control,” she said calmly as she steered the car deftly through traffic, “the question is, are you prepared to give control to me?”

“Yes,” I said without pause.

“Good girl.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

I don’t know why I called her Mistress, but I had read about D/s online. Although I hadn't done anything offline, it was something I wanted to experience more fully, and Lorna seemed the perfect person to reach me. Heaven knows I was in awe of her before she seduced me, and now all I wanted to do was anything she asked of me.

She paused for a moment before she said without shifting her eyes from the road, “Open the glove box.”

I must have gasped as, when I opened the glove box, inside was a huge black dildo with some form of straps attached to the base.

“Meet Boop,” she laughed, “It isn't mine, but it always comes away with me.”

My head was spinning as I stared at the monster, and I couldn’t stop from blurting out, “If it’s not yours, then whose is it?”

She roared, “It belongs to my girlfriend, Shelly. We swap when we go away. I leave my Betty with her and take her Boop with me.”

I was stunned in silence as she went on, “Betty is the same size but pink.”

“And you double fucked Lesley with these,” I said in awe.

“Sounds like someone has been listening to private conversations...tut tut. Take Boop out and say hello.”

I lifted the monster out and could feel its softness yet with a hard core running through it. My hand hardly fitted around it, and it was easily three or four hands long. I could feel my pussy going into spasms thinking about it inside. Then the name dawned on me, “Betty Boop,” and I couldn't help giggling as I pictured the 1930s cartoon character.

I was still holding it like some scared relic when we pulled into the car park of the hotel.

“Come on,” Lorna said as she jumped out of the car, “and bring Boop with you, we will be needing it later.”

I felt myself go weak at the knees with the casual way in which she told me she was going to fuck me later. The euphoria was quickly replaced with blind panic as she walked into the hotel, leaving me clutching my laptop bag, my wheelie suitcase and of course Boop the monster strap on. Shoving it into my laptop bag, the best I could, I tried to close the zips, but found it almost impossible. As I walked into reception, I was certain that everyone would be able to see the harness or the head poking from the opening, but of course, it was just my imagination.

“Can I take your bag, madam?” said the hotel porter as he appeared at my side and in panic, I snapped at him,

“No, it’s fine,” I said abruptly, clutching the laptop bag to my chest like it was my firstborn child.

“It’s okay Jenny,” laughed Lorna, seeing my flushed face, “let the man take your suitcase to your room, we have a few things we need to get sorted before dinner.”

As I relinquished my suitcase and took my room keycard, Lorna moved to the lift and said with a smile, “Don’t forget your laptop bag; some important matters to discuss are in there.”

I must have blushed a hundred different shades of crimson and was sure that everyone in reception must know what was happening. The reality was very different, as people went about their business, leaving Lorna and me free to take the lift to her room.

Once we got there, she looked at me and raised an eyebrow in question. At first, I had no idea what she wanted from me, but when she slowly tapped her foot, I remembered our previous conversations about control.

“Your clothes,” she said softly, and I stripped hastily before standing naked in front of her with my head down, my hand clasped over my breasts and pussy to try to cover myself.

“Are you ashamed of your body?” she said as she lifted my chin with her finger. I nodded.

She went on, “Do you think I have poor judgment and taste?”

I looked at her in alarm and shook my head vehemently.

“So, when I say you have a beautiful body, do you disagree with me?”

I knew I was trapped, “No Mistress.”

“Then stand proud as it’s time for you to meet Shelly and Betty, of course.”

Her laptop sprang into life, and the screen was divided into two halves. In one was a picture of me, and I could see Lorna stripping behind me. In the other was a stunning African woman who was smiling with a wide smile full of pearly white teeth. Her head had a covering of short curly black hair, and her skin was like burnished copper as it shone. She was naked and lying on a bed, her large, dark nipples standing proudly on her medium breasts that had even darker areoles. The rest of her body was completely hairless, and the deep pink of her inner lips stood out starkly against her darker skin. Resting on her thigh was a large, flesh pink dildo in the shape of a man’s cock, and I could tell that this must be Betty, the other half to Boop.

“Betty,” I squealed in shock.

The woman laughed a deep, rich laugh, “Most people call me Shelly, but I can tell where your mind is.”

She picked up Betty, and I could see that her hand only just closed round its girth. She moved it to her mouth and sucked on it like it was real before placing it at her entrance.

“Get on all fours,” I heard Lorna say as she moved behind me.

She must have pressed something with her other hand, as instead of my face on screen, it was a view of my ass from above and the head of Boop poised to enter me.

“I would like to see her face, love,” Shelly said from the laptop, and the screen changed again to show me staring at the camera.

“Whatever you wish, love,” Lorna said, and I could feel her mirroring the movements on my pussy with the dildo as Shelly teased herself.

“We had these custom-made,” Lorna said, “The sizes are identical, and the skin tones match ours.”

“We always swap when one of us goes away, keeps us close to each other,” Shelly added as she slipped the head into her wet pussy.

At the same time, Lorna increased the pressure with her hips and slid the head into me, making me moan loudly as it opened me.

As I watched, Shelly started to gently fuck herself, letting a little more of the dildo slip inside each time. Lorna matched her actions, opening me slowly but more than I had ever been before.

“Christ, it’s big,” I groaned.

“Let me see,” said Shelly as she panted with effort.

The screen changed, and again, instead of my face, I got a close-up of the dildo sliding in and out of my pussy. It was much bigger than Callum, in fact, bigger than anything I had ever had inside me before. On screen, I could see Shelly driving Betty fully in, and Lorna matched, her belly slamming against my ass as she fucked me.

“I am cumming,” Shelly and I said in unison, and Lorna switched the view back so Shelly could see my face.

“Yes, baby fuck her hard,” I heard Shelly moan and could see her dildo coated in her juices as she plunged it in and out. I went to put my head down, but Lorna grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me upright as the orgasm exploded inside me. I could just make out on screen Shelly writhing around as her orgasm matched mine.

I collapsed on the bed face down as the strap-on slipped out of me, leaving me feeling empty.

Lorna lay on the bed before propping herself up on one elbow. Smiling down at me as she said, “Now go to your room and get dressed for dinner.” I stood and looked for my clothes, but as I picked them up, she added, “And insert this. It’s fully waterproof, so you will still be able to shower, but it will help get you ready.”

I could see she was holding out what I had only seen in adverts. It looked like a small penis but also had what I guessed were anal beads along with a soft plate that I guess would go over my clit. She squirted gel on the anal beads part and then instructed me to bend over. Complying, I felt her wiggle the beads into my ass, and the dildo part slipped in with ease as I was still soaked from her fucking. To be honest, none of the insertions were as big as I thought they would be; in fact, I hardly noticed they were there. I dressed, and as I reached the door, she picked up her phone and smiled at me as she pressed a few buttons. There was almost no noise, but I felt the vibration in my ass, making me bite my lip as the sensations ran through me. Then the dildo in my pussy started to vibrate and thrust as the clit plate massaged my clit. I had to cling to the door frame for support.

“You are only to remove it when you need the toilet...I expect you down in 30 minutes...oh...and you only cum when I give permission.”