Claire: dildo unpacking

We barely make it back to the room before our hands are all over each other.

"Do you think she'll come?" I ask as we get in the shower to wash off sand and sweat.

"Of course. You said she could put her dick in you," Ramya says. "She's still a guy underneath it all."

I drop to my knees first. Ramya spreads her long legs. Even though she is 6’1”, her pussy is a perfect little innie — a short slit from top to bottom with plump outer lips that hide everything. Her small pussy is tight even for a virgin.

I lather her up and carefully shave away the faint day-old stubble. “Look at this pretty little virgin pussy,” I murmur, running my fingers along her smooth, puffy lips. “You used to have such a big thick bush. Now you keep it bare like a slut for me.”

Ramya’s breath hitches. “Only because you like it… Don’t get any ideas yet.”

We switch and she shaves me. My pussy is noticeably bigger than hers, with prominent, meaty lips, the “flaps” I used to be so self-conscious about. It feels so good as Ramya gently tugs them to each side to shave around them.

I get out first, dry off quickly, and blow-dry my hair. Then I slip into the bedroom and put on the harness. The medium-sized tan phallus looks realistic and thick in the mirror, but nowhere near the size of the huge black Outlaw still tucked in my suitcase.

Ramya turns off the blow dryer and grins at me in the mirror. Her glossy black hair falls in waves past her shoulders, framing her flawless light-brown face. She's gorgeous without a trace of makeup.

“You look incredibly hot with that thing dangling between your legs,” she says, voice husky.

I step behind her, press my body against her back, and kiss her neck while cupping her heavy, hanging breasts. I pinch her thick nipples lightly, and the head of the dildo drags against her thighs. She moans.

“Bend over a little.”

Ramya obeys playfully, arching her back and pushing her ass toward me while still brushing her hair. I can see everything — her tiny innie slit glistening with fresh arousal and her dark, crinkled asshole above it.

"What are you doing, Claire?"

I guide the dildo under her muscular butt cheeks and find the wet crease. I jiggle the head between her outer lips, my own pussy throbbing as I see her tiny inner lips part and start to slide across the head, flesh crinkling up around the tip of the dildo as I press against her opening. She gasps, holding in place with complete trust.

"Do you feel that?" I ask.

"Yes! The tip is in, Claire. What... What are you doing?"

"Are you ready for me to penetrate?" I ask. "It will only hurt for a little while, I promise."

Ramya has handled far worse pain in the gym and has done anal, so I know she isn’t afraid of the dildo. But her powerful thighs still tremble with nervous excitement. Our eyes lock in the mirror. I raise a playful brow. For a heartbeat, I think she's actually going to let me pop her cherry.

"You promise?" She asks. I nod. "Okay."

My mentor arches her back even more. I look down to make sure I am still on target, then I push.

But Ramya scootches her hips forward and straightens up with a wicked laugh, denying me.

I slap her ass. "Don't run from it, baby."

She turns around, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Did you really think I was going to let you pop my cherry bent over the bathroom sink?”

“You bitch,” I laugh, my pussy throbbing with frustration.

The doorbell chimes.

"Showtime," she says, donning a hotel robe. She grabs my ass as she walks past me. "I'll greet our guest. You had your chance. Love you."

I scoff. "Bitch," I repeat. "Love you, too."