3 comments/ 34539 views/ 12 favorites Lust in a Lift By: Storm62 "Do you want a hand to get that upstairs?" I asked Zoë, as she struggled to pick up the boxes. She smiled and nodded. "If it's not too much trouble." I returned her smile and picked up two of the packages. "For you my dear Zoë nothing is too much trouble." I went to the foot of the stairs but she went to the lift doors. "It's quicker this way, and almost everyone else has gone home." She said, "And you don't get to stare at my ass for three floors." I shrugged, okay, I thought, it'll only be a short trip, and followed her into the lift. As the doors closed I felt the first twinges of panic, but turned and tried to hold a normal conversation with the blonde beauty. "Going anywhere nice for the bank holiday?" I asked, my voice squeaking a little. If Zoë noticed she gave no indication, just shaking her head. "No, I have to stay in and organise this." She heaved the box in her arms and sighed. Perhaps I should describe her as she watched the floor indicator. Her medium length blonde hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. The glasses she was wearing had slipped partly down her nose, which she wrinkled in an effort to push them back up to her blue-green eyes. She was wearing a loose black jogging top over a fairly tight white t-shirt, and as usual her black slacks followed the curves of her ass perfectly. It looked as if she was wearing her favourite boots as well. The doors opened and I breathed a sigh of relief. Zoë must have heard and glanced across at me but said nothing. "Which way?" I asked. "Through the double doors and then left." She said. We went along corridors and through open plan offices now empty of anyone else. Finally we reached her desk. "Here will do." She said, putting her box down. I put the two I was carrying next to them. "Could you wait a while and walk me to the car park?" Zoë asked. Having heard that no female staff were supposed to walk this distance alone it seemed like a reasonable request, so I agreed to wait. She fiddled with a few things on her desk, turned her computer off, put some things into her bag and nodded to me. "Okay, lets go." She led the way back to the lift; I followed slightly behind taking the opportunity to watch her ass sway as she walked. She knew me too well. We reached the lift again and Zoë strode straight in. However I was still a little wary and had to steel myself to enter this box on a chain for a second time in twenty minutes. As I got in the doors closed and Zoë pressed the floor button. I didn't notice which button she pressed but the lift went up not down. "Shit!" I muttered. "What's the matter?" Zoë asked. "We're going up; someone on a higher floor must have called the lift." "No. I did it." "Why?" "I knew it! You don't like being in here do you?" "Frankly, no. It's too small and too high up." As I finished my confession the lift stopped and the lights went out. "Oh fuck." Was all I could say as the dim emergency light came on. "Don't worry they'll soon get us out." "Who will? It's the Friday before a bank holiday. Everyone's gone home and nobody will be here until Tuesday, and that's three days away." I was starting to shout as panic took hold. Zoë didn't seem too bothered but I was. I began to pace the lift muttering to myself. Suddenly Zoë took my arm and pulled me to her, planting her lips on mine, stifling my cursing. Her hands went behind my head and held me until I began to relax. I put my hands on her waist and let her kiss me. She moved her head down, resting her forehead on my nose. I put my hand under her chin and lifted it. "Thank you." I said. "I needed that." I kissed her on the forehead as her arms came between our bodies. I kissed her on the nose as my hands dropped to her ass and pulled us together, her arms moving back around my head. I kissed her on the mouth and our tongues entwined. I kissed her beneath her chin and she undid the zip on her jogging top. Now I could see the outline of her bra beneath her taut t-shirt. Zoë took a step backwards and made as if to take the garment off. "Wait." I said. "What if they do come and rescue us?" "They won't." She stated. "I'd already clocked out when you arrived." "What about your car?" "What car? I can't drive." "You little minx, you had this all planned didn't you?" "Well, except for the power cut, yes." She shrugged and then pulled the shirt over her head, the milky white globes of her tits appearing above her white satin bra. Then she slowly unzipped her slacks and eased them down her legs revealing the matching panties and also that she was wearing stockings too. I watched entranced as she slipped the slacks over her boots, stood up and dropped them on top of her other clothes. "Your turn." Was all she said. Very quickly I pulled off my works uniform, boots and all. I was about to drop my boxers when Zoë spoke. "No. Let me." She squatted in front of me and hooked her fingers into the waistband of my shorts. Slowly she eased them down, releasing my now erect dick, which waved in front of her face. Zoë waited until I'd stepped out of them before wrapping her lips around the end of my knob. I leant back against the wall, dropping my hands onto her blonde head, tousling her hair as she moved along my cock with her tongue, licking at my balls before enveloping the head once more with her mouth. She held the cheeks of my arse and pulled me to her. I responded by thrusting into her throat and then held her head with my hands, moving it in rhythm with my thrusts. All to quickly I could feel the climax building in my balls. "That's it. I'm coming!" I gasped out. Zoë took me from her mouth and wanked me for a second until I shot off. The great gobs of white spurted out, hitting her chin, her neck, and her chest, beginning to run down between her tits. I collapsed against the wall, my knees shaking. "Now it's my turn." Zoë said, standing up. "I want to see you lick this off me." "What?" "You heard." I wasn't sure whether to be disgusted or not, but began to comply. I licked my own spunk from her face and her chest, but couldn't get my tongue beneath her bra. She unclipped it, dropping it to the floor. I cleared her tits of come, then began to nuzzle at her nipples, finally sucking almost all of one tit into my mouth, cupping the other simultaneously. "Lower." She breathed. I trailed my tongue down her belly, toying with the ring in her navel, before reaching her smooth silk panties, now bearing the signs of her rising excitement. I moved my hands down, pushing them under the waistband and down over the cheeks of her ass, before pulling the back of the now sodden garment down. The front I gripped between my teeth and eased down over her hips to just above her knees. Zoë stepped out of her knickers, now only wearing her white suspenders and stockings and her black boots. She leant back and pushed a finger into her cunt, bringing it out and tasting her juices on it. "Try some." She said. I knelt before her and began to lap at her pussy, pushing the folds of flesh aside, licking deeper and deeper, my hands fondling her butt. On an impulse I crouched lower and began to lick her asshole, pushing my tongue into the puckered starfish. Zoë gasped in surprise and then moaned with pleasure. I stood up and positioned my cock at the entrance to her love channel. She lifted her leg as I pushed in, balancing on the other. I supported her raised leg and then lifted the other, pushing her against the wall as extra support. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. As I thrust in and out she stuck her tongue in my ear, teasing it with her teeth. Then as her orgasm hit her she began to cry out. I stifled her with my mouth, still pumping in and out. Zoë went limp in my arms. I stopped fucking her. "No, keep going." She gasped. I laid her gently on her back, and then resumed my position between her legs. As I entered her again Zoë began to respond again, bucking against my stroke. Quickly she came again. As she shuddered in orgasm for a third time, I could feel myself beginning to come for the second time. I pulled out of her snatch and crawled up to her face, still stroking myself. Zoë opened her eyes as I placed my knob on her lips. She opened her mouth and I came into her throat. The great gobs of come spurted out and vanished down her throat. I lay back, exhausted, as the almost equally naked Zoë cuddled up to me. She began to run her hand through the hair on my chest. "You're not tired are you?" She asked. "A little." I replied. "I could really do with something to drink." She reached for her bag, and pulled out a bottle of water. "You can have this for a price." "What's the price?" "I want to fuck you." "Isn't that what just happened?" "No, I mean fuck you with this." She pulled something else from the depths of her bag. It was a strap-on. "I don't think I'm that thirsty." I said cautiously. "Huh! Typical man. Can dish it but can't take it." "Just give me the water please Zoë." She threw me the bottle. As I swigged from it I watched her put the strap-on on. She pulled some KY jelly from the bottomless bag and greased the plastic tool jutting from her mid-section. I found this strangely erotic and my dick began to stiffen for a third time. Zoë glanced up. "Changing your mind?" Anything for a weird life, I thought, nodding my head. "Just lie back." The blonde temptress said. I did so. Zoë raised my ass off the floor putting her multi purpose bag underneath me. Then she knelt between my legs, the tip of the dildo touching just below my balls. "Just relax." She said leaning forwards, applying pressure. The cool feel of the plastic in my arse was a surprise. My cock immediately grew to full size, and Zoë clasped one hand around the base and began to use it for leverage. "Oh, fuck. I never thought of anything like this before." I gasped. "Wouldn't it be better from the other angle though?" "Okay turn over." She said, slapping me across the ass. I flipped over onto my knees, and Zoë repositioned herself, and then thrust the plastic cock into my arse once more. She kept going for several minutes before I groaned. "Zoë, stop! Exciting as it is, I'm never going to come this way, are you?" She shook her sweat-covered head. "No." She admitted. "So now it's my turn to fuck your ass." "Oh, alright then." She said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. I felt the dildo pull out of my butt, and then saw it beside me as Zoë dropped it on the floor. "But we're going to do it my way. Lay back down." A little puzzled, I did as I was bid. My cock was pointing straight up. Zoë crouched over it, facing me and then slowly lowered herself onto it. She began to ride me, carefully at first and then giving in to her lust and speeding up. Considering I'd already come twice my third climax didn't take long to arrive. It was probably the sweet tightness of Zoë's ass that did it, and not the recurring thought that I might like to let her try my ass again. As I shuddered so did Zoë, collapsing across me, my cock still in her ass, sweat running down her nearly naked body. I curled up around her and we drifted off to sleep. Naked, it was too chilly to sleep for long. After an hour or so, I woke up and pulled on my boxers and shirt. Then I began looking at the lift ceiling, and around the doors. My movements must have disturbed Zoë. "Bored with me already?" She asked. "I just thought that there might be some way out of here." I replied, turning round. Zoë had picked up the strap-on and was looking thoughtful. "You know you can't get me off with that." I said. "Can't I?" She said, reaching once more for her bag. She took out a lingerie shop carrier, and opened it, taking out a pair of black hold-up stockings and a see-through black negligee. "Well if you're going to wear them...." "I was thinking you should wear them, as you're the one getting fucked." I didn't know what to say, but the thought suddenly made me horny again. "I see you agree." Zoë smirked, as my cock peeped out from my boxers. She stripped me again and then pulled the stockings up my legs. "Those really need shaving." She said, a wicked glint in her eye. "You haven't got a razor too have you?" "Unfortunately no, now put this on." She said, handing me the nightie. I was suddenly overcome with the whole perverted feel of everything. "All right bitch, on your knees." I knelt before Zoë as she had knelt before me. "Suck." Was all she said. I wrapped my mouth around the plastic cock as Zoë face fucked me. "Turn around." She commanded, slapping my butt. I obeyed. I felt her squirt more KY around my ass and rub it in. Then she held the cheeks of my ass apart and thrust the dildo in. My dick was already fully erect, but it seemed to grow even bigger as Zoë began her onslaught. As she fucked my ass, she reached around and grabbed my cock, beginning to wank me in rhythm with her thrusts. My god, it was great! I took over the hand job from her, allowing Zoë to concentrate on her timing. "Oh yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck me!" I cried out, as she began to slap my ass as she screwed me. "Oh fuck! I can't stop, I'm coming!" "Wait! " She commanded, and then rolled me onto my back. She dropped her mouth to my throbbing dick and wanked me into climax. Once more I came, but this time stronger than ever, shooting spunk all over her face. Zoë smiled at me. "Very good slave. You may clean up the mess." "Thank you mistress." I said as I licked my come from her face. "Then you may dress in your clothes, but you will also wear your stockings, and then I will release us from this lift." We both dressed quickly, with me covering my stockings with my trousers and socks. Zoë then just flicked a switch and pressed a button and the lift resumed its descent. "Excuse me mistress, but how did you know what to do?" I asked. "This happened before, and the caretaker explained how to reset the lift to us." "Then you did plan everything?" "Yes slave now be quiet, and I will take you home and explain your duties." "Yes, Mistress." Lust in a Lift Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Dollies I had quickly accepted my new role as Zoë's plaything; to dress up as she pleased, to satisfy her every whim. I didn't mind as long as we had sex; and the sex we had was incredible, better than I could have imagined. I was still a little wary about her dressing me as a girl all the time, although despite my doubts I did enjoy the soft caress of the female clothing I was put in. It was the same with my ass. I felt I shouldn't be enjoying having my mistress fuck me in the butt with her strap-on but I couldn't help it, I loved it. Once or twice a week she made me wear a butt plug to work and I always wore lingerie under my work clothes. Mistress liked the embarrassment it caused me and how horny it made me by the time I got home. She had got me to move into her apartment so that I could be her living doll all the time. She'd also removed all the hair on my body except for a severe haircut which could easily be covered by various wigs. I suppose I had become sort of contented except for one thing: The apartment had a lift and Mistress made me use it. A month or so after I had moved into her second small bedroom Mistress announced she was taking me shopping for some clothes, particularly some new underwear. And she was going to dress me up for it. For the first time since I moved in I baulked. "You mean you want me to go out dressed as a girl?" "Yes. What's the problem?" She frowned at my minor rebellion. "Mistress, I can't pass as a woman." I said as conciliatorily as I could. "With my help you will." "But my voice is too deep." "So speak softly." "What about my dick? It's bound to get aroused and people will notice." "I've thought of that too." I shrugged and gave up. What Mistress wanted, Mistress got. She began to work on me. First of all she taped my dick and balls down between my legs, giving me a much smoother appearance than usual. There was no bulge as I slid the knickers she handed me over my hips. They were part of my favourite set; black satin with pink bows. Mistress filled out the bra with some gel inserts she had bought. After that she began to hand me the rest of the clothes I was to wear for the day. First was a pair of white hold-up stockings. I slid them up my smooth legs, revelling in the feeling of them against my skin. Next were a long tight black skirt, and then a thin white high-neck top that accentuated my fake bosom. I gave Mistress an enquiring look. "It'll hide your Adam's Apple." She explained. She sat me down and began to work on my make-up; Lipstick, blusher, eye shadow and so on. When she was finished she topped it off with a long red-haired wig which would help mask my face. Finally she handed me a pair of high-heeled shoes that she been training me to wear. I strapped them on and stood up. They definitely gave my legs a more feminine look. Mistress walked around me, surveying her handiwork. She nodded in approval for which I was strangely thankful, and then led me to the full length mirror in her bedroom. "You see? You don't look too shabby after all." She proclaimed. I looked at the image looking back at me. The figure in the mirror wasn't me, it was a mildly attractive if marginally overweight woman albeit one standing in a somewhat masculine stance. I shifted my feet a little and put my hand on my hip. That looked better! Mistress smiled at my action but I didn't care. I couldn't believe how she had transformed me. If I hadn't known it was me staring out of those sultry eyes I would have sworn that it was the reflection of a woman. "If you're done ogling yourself, we can go shopping now." Mistress said, handing me a jacket that matched the skirt I had on. I once again steeled myself to travel in the metal box on a chain. Mistress smiled to herself and took my hand reassuringly. "It's only three floors." she whispered as the lift doors opened and we entered the lift. "Maybe the new you isn't scared?" "This version of me is scared of lots of new things Mistress, but the thought of travelling in this...this...contraption is still number one." "Poor thing. Would a kiss help?" "Always Mistress." With that she kissed me, careful not to smudge my newly applied make-up. The lift stopped to let someone else on as we parted. I looked at the new passenger in surprise. It was Kelly, the blonde girl from the shop where I stopped every morning to get a paper! I hadn't known she lived in this apartment building too. She looked at Mistress and I momentarily and then turned to face front as the lift moved on down. I breathed out the breath I hadn't realised I was holding. She hadn't recognised me after all. The shopping trip was nowhere near as bad as I imagined it would be. Although initially I was scared that I would be recognised as a man, that worry diminished as the trip went on. Instead I was collecting one or two admiring glances as the combination of the long tight skirt and the high heels cause me to walk with an extremely feminine swagger. In other words I was swaying my ass as I walked. In every shop we went into Mistress introduced me as her older sister who was trying to change her dowdy image. It explained my apparent shyness to the assistants and actually made them more helpful; they all wanted to 'release the butterfly' as Mistress put it in one lingerie shop. After more than a couple of hours my feet and legs, not used to walking in heels for such a long period, were beginning to ache. Mistress saw this and led me to a café and a seat. Gratefully I sat down, dropping our purchases either side of my chair, while Mistress went and bought two coffees. "How many more shops are we going to visit?" I asked as I gratefully sipped at my drink when she returned. "Just a couple more. We haven't found you any nightclothes yet, and there's one other special shop I want to take you to." She smiled over her cup. It was her 'devious plan' smile. I smiled back. It had been a nightie that had started me on this road. I wondered about this 'special' shop though. That smirk meant it wasn't going to be a normal high street shop. I ended up with a couple of ordinary nightdresses and one silk nightgown that was wonderful to touch; I was already looking forward to wearing it to bed. We went to find the 'special' shop that Mistress wanted to visit. We found it up a side street. It definitely wasn't the sort of shop I'd been expecting to enter when we left the apartment. "Is this what I think it is?" I asked timidly. "What do you think it is?" "It's a Porn Shop isn't it? With a name like 'Exotic Adult Supplies', what else could it be?" Mistress laughed. "I just need to speak to the owner about something. You wander about and see if anything takes your fancy." She gave me a wink and then pushed open the door. She went up to the counter and began to talk to the guy there. I began to look at the merchandise. There seemed to be a large variety of dildo's, vibrators and strap-ons. I picked up a quite large dildo and turned it over in my hands. It was a fairly realistic representation of a cock except it seemed a bit oversized in my mind. I wondered what it would feel like with that thrusting in and out of my ass. Guiltily I realised that I was stroking it and quickly put it down. I looked around the shop and saw among the restraints, whips and other assorted exotica, a sign over a curtained doorway saying 'DVD's'. Thinking I might get a laugh out of some of the titles I pushed aside the curtain and went in. There was someone already in there, a blonde woman who turned to face me as I entered. It was Kelly! She had changed her outfit to a cream-coloured halter-top dress that ended just above her knees. It looked brand new, as if she had been shopping like us and liked this one so much she'd kept it on. She looked at me for a long moment and then slowly smiled. "Are you going to be collecting your paper dressed like that?" She asked. "I...I d...don't know w...what you mean." I stammered. "Oh, I think you do." She came closer and lifted her hand to my face. "You don't make a bad looking girl you know? Especially if you could lose a little weight in the right places." She said brushing my hair from my face. I flinched slightly at her touch. "I won't hurt you baby, I'm just amazed at how good you look. Is it Zoë's handiwork?" I nodded slowly, too scared to actually speak. "And do you like dressing as a girl? Does it excite you?" "Yes" I whispered. "I do. But I'm not gay you know?" "No?" "No. I still like pretty girls. Pretty girls like you." Her hand came up to my face again. I could smell her fragrance, a lovely smell. I suddenly wanted to kiss her, to prove I liked girls, but what would Mistress say? "You can kiss her." The voice of Mistress came from behind me. I wasn't sure if she meant me or Kelly so I turned round to look at her, that question on my face. Mistress nodded so I turned back to Kelly. She pulled me to her and our lips met. I could see surprise in Kelly's eyes. We parted. "No, you're not gay are you?" She said quietly. "That was a masculine kiss, but from such a feminine face." I hung my head a little. "I'm sorry Mistress, it seems that there's something else I need to learn." "Nonsense!" She laughed. "I like the way you kiss. What about you Kelly?" Kelly nodded in agreement. "Do you two do a lot of this?" She asked. "A lot of what?" Mistress replied. "This, errr, unusual stuff." Kelly frowned. "I think it's safe to say we like to experiment, eh sweetie?" Mistress said, stepping u behind me and slapping my ass. I nodded in reply. "That's why I just bought these." Mistress said, dangling a pair of handcuffs and a new, bigger, strap-on under my nose. I blushed as I stared at them, knowing what was on her mind for tonight. She looked at her watch. "Time we were getting home sweet cheeks." "Can I give you a lift back?" Kelly asked. "My car is outside and I'd like to find out more about you two." I could sense the wicked grin that crossed the face of Mistress at those words, so I was less than surprised when she agreed. We had arrived back at the apartment block and had picked up all our bags of purchases. On the short trip back Mistress had sat in the front seat of the car and told Kelly some of what we got up to. Kelly had been entranced, especially by my malleability. But now we were about to enter the damned lift again. "Kelly? Could you hold her hand? She doesn't like travelling in the lift and you have a free hand." Kelly looked at me and saw the truth in this. "Sure, if it will help?" "Please." I said. She took my hand after I had switched all my bags into one hand and led me into the lift as it arrived. I had the feeling that Mistress was up to something and I was right. Partway between floors she did something to the lift control panel and it stopped. "Ooops!" She said, turning around to face Kelly and me. "Still, I suppose we could show Kelly what we get up to now, eh sweetie?" "Mistress?" I said, feeling my claustrophobia rising. "Hold out your hands." Mistress commanded. Unthinkingly I obeyed and she clipped the new handcuffs around my wrists. She slipped out of her skirt and pulled on the recently acquired strap-on. Kelly watched on in fascination. "Suck it please." I dropped to my knees and took the plastic phallus into my mouth, treating it as she had taught me; like it was a real cock. "Good girl. Maybe one day I'll get you a real one to play with." She grinned down at me. My taped down dick and balls were beginning to twitch as I became excited by what I was doing, and in front of someone else too. Kelly crouched down to get a better look. "She has a pretty good technique for a learner." "Yes, I'm proud of the way she can do THIS!" With that Mistress thrust the fake cock deep into my throat until it was all the way in. "Impressive. Does it turn her on too?" Kelly asked. "Why not have a look? Stand up precious." I reluctantly left off from the strap-on and stood. I had more than an inkling where it was destined to go and wanted as much lubrication on it as possible. "Hike up your skirt." I pulled the tight skirt up over my hips with a little difficulty as my hands were cuffed. "Pull her panties down Kelly." The girl did as she was bid and revealed the strain the tape holding my cock down was now under. She slowly reached out and peeled it off with a jerk, releasing my suddenly hard dick to wave in front of her nose. It had already begun to seep pre-cum from the tip. Kelly reached out again and took it in her hand. "Gosh. He, sorry, she has quite a nice prick. Can I?" She looked up at Mistress who nodded. With that Kelly began to lick at my knob, just the tip at first, licking the oozing pre-cum off, and then the shaft and finally my balls. She looked up at me grinning and then swallowed all my now rock hard cock. Kelly slowly drew back and then deep-throated me again. "Hmmm. I don't see why just you two should have all the fun." Mistress said, moving behind me and bending me forward slightly. I had been right about the strap-on. Mistress rubbed some spit from it into my asshole and then placed the head against it. Gently she pushed and it sank past my sphincter muscle. She kept leaning in and the strap-on was soon buried in my ass. Kelly continued her oral assault on my dick as Mistress fucked my butt. She leant forward to whisper in my ear. "Hurry up and come sweetie. It won't take them long to get the lift going again." I grunted and put my cuffed hands on Kelly's head, beginning to move it to the same rhythm Mistress was using in my ass. Kelly had undone the halter to her dress revealing a quite lovely pair of tits to my downward gaze. I could feel myself building to a climax. "Mistress!" I panted. "Kelly! I'm going to CUUUUUM!!" I gasped out as the dual fucking I was getting tipped me over the edge. Spunk fired into Kelly's mouth and then her face and finally onto her tits as she pulled away. "Good girl. You too Kelly." Mistress said, panting slightly from her rigorous thrusting. "Now let's quickly clean up before they get us out." I cleaned up the strap-on by the simple expedient of licking it clean. I did the same to Kelly's face and tits. She pulled her top back up. Mistress put her skirt back on and then released me from the handcuffs. I smoothed down the skirt and stuffed my knickers into one of the bags. "Hide that, silly." Mistress said, indicating my still stiff dick tenting out the front of my skirt. I held my shopping in front of it as the lift began to move again. The janitor met us as we got off the lift. "I'm sorry ladies; I can't think what happened there." "Mistress gave him a big smile. "It's okay Sam, just a temporary delay. I read somewhere pressing some of the buttons at the wrong time can cause this. Maybe it was our fault?" "Maybe Miss Zoë, but I doubt it. Thanks for being so understanding." With that he entered the lift to inspect the interior. Mistress looked at Kelly and seemed to make a decision. "Kelly, do you want to come up to our apartment? I think there may be some other things we can show you." Kelly's eyes lit up. "Can I? I'll just drop my things home." "Bring them. Maybe there's something there you can use." Mistress cupped my still hard dick under my skirt. "What do you think sweetie?" "I'm happy to try anything Mistress wants." "Good! That's settled then. Come on." She led the way to the emergency stairs as Sam was still fiddling with the lift. I sighed a little. Stairs! I liked the stairs, but in this skirt and these heels! Mistress doesn't like to make things easy. Still, it was only a couple of flights. I teetered after Mistress and Miss Kelly. As we entered the apartment Mistress pointed to the spare room, my room, and told Kelly to take a look at some of the clothes and that she'd be in when she had freshened me up. I was a little hurt and angry and quite a bit scared. Hurt and angry because, however perversely, I thought of them as MY clothes and I wasn't fond of the idea of someone else trying them on, even someone as pretty as Kelly. Scared because I thought that Mistress now had a new dolly to play with; a better dolly that wouldn't need as much work to get looking as she wanted. How much longer would I keep her amused? She pulled some of the new lingerie we'd bought out of its bag; a white bustier and some frilly white lace knickers. She told me to put them on. I slipped out of my shopping outfit and obeyed her. They felt wonderful against my smooth skin. She passed me a different pair of white stockings and I slid them up my legs. Mistress helped me into a French Maid uniform we'd giggled at buying and then finished off the outfit by handing me a pair of heeled ankle boots that laced up. As I tied the laces and stood up, Mistress stepped back and smiled at her creation and then frowned at the sad look on my face. She sat me down at the dresser and began to repair my make-up. "What's the matter sweetie?" I shook my head a little, not wanting to tell her. "Tell me or I'll be cross." She warned. I gave in. "Mistress has a new dolly now. She won't want to play dress-up with me any more." I pouted like a spoilt little girl. "Miss Kelly will be much easier to work with as well." I burst out. Mistress leant forward and kissed my cheek. "But it's so much more fun with you cutie, and more satisfying too, turning you into a beauty. Just because a girl gets a new dolly doesn't mean she stops playing with her favourite." She stroked my hair tenderly. "Really?" "Really." "Promise?" "I promise." She smiled at how quickly I had brightened up. "Now hold still while I fix your eyes; you've made the mascara run." It only took a couple of minutes and then she took my hands. "Will you help me change now?" "Like a proper maid?" I asked. "Yes!" She laughed. "Could you find that tight red satin dress, and the red silk knickers we bought?" "Of course Mistress. Any reason why?" "I just feel like being a 'scarlet woman' this evening." Mistress grinned. It was the work of a few moments for her to get herself looking beautiful after she had slipped on the tight red dress. Then she led me to see how Miss Kelly was getting on. Kelly was still looking through the wardrobe as I followed Mistress into my bedroom. There were a couple of outfits which had piqued her interest laid out on the bed. She looked around as we came in. "Has he really worn all those?" Kelly asked. "Indeed SHE has." Mistress replied, frowning a little. "I see one or two of her outfits have caught your eye." She indicated the clothes on the bed. Kelly blinked a little. "Yes. I hope you don't mind?" She said, directing this last question to me. I shook my head. Mistress picked one of the outfits up, the school girl uniform that hadn't looked right on me. "I think you should try this one on." She said. I felt my cock harden at the thought of seeing Kelly dressed as a schoolie. Mistress spotted it. "If you can't control yourself, I'll make you wait in the kitchen." She warned. The stern look she gave me quickly softened my dick. "Sorry Mistress." I said quietly. "Good girl. Now find that simple white cotton underwear that goes with the uniform." I hurried to the drawers and found the required items, handing them to Kelly who had quickly slipped out of her clothes. Mistress and I handed her the uniform piece at a time. The crisp white blouse, the pleated grey skirt, the grey cardigan and finally the white knee-socks and the tie. Kelly put them on as they were handed to her. I looked in the wardrobe for the plain shoes that would complete the look, bending over so that my short dress rode up to just below to my ass. Mistress glared at me disapprovingly when I turned around with them. I bowed my head to show I was sorry. Lust in a Lift Ch. 02 Kelly pulled on the shoes and then stood, twirling around so that we could see the final effect. "I think your hair should be in a pony tail Kelly." Mistress said. I quickly went to my dresser and found a hair band, passing it to Kelly. She deftly pulled her hair into a pony tail and slipped the band around it. Mistress smiled in satisfaction. "She looks good, doesn't she sweetie?" "Better than I did Mistress." I had looked too old to be a schoolgirl when I had worn it. "Maybe a little." She grinned. Kelly did too. "Could you make some coffee cutie? And bring it to us in the lounge." "Of course Mistress." I went. The sight of Kelly in that uniform had made me incredibly horny and my cock had hardened again, straining against its lacy confinement which wasn't helping. Mistress saw the bulge as I took the tray of drinks in. "I warned you about that, didn't I?" I nodded sadly in agreement. "You'll have to be punished, but drink your coffee first." The dread of worry rapidly softened my stiffy as I imagined what form my punishment would take. As we finished our drinks Mistress looked at me sternly. "I think I will have to spank you. You need to learn better self-control." "Yes Mistress. I'm sorry." "You will be. Now lie over my knees." I obeyed her, lying across her legs, my ass in the air. She pulled my lace panties down from my buttocks. I shivered slightly, either from the sudden coolness or in anticipation, I wasn't sure. Mistress ran her hand over my bared butt and then smacked me hard. She repeated this three or four times and then rapidly beat a short sharp tattoo on both buttocks. "Stand." She said. I did so, rubbing my hands over my sore ass cheeks. Unfortunately my erection had hardened even more and was now seeping pre-cum into my knickers. Mistress looked up at me questioningly. "I'm sorry Mistress, I can't help it." "Explain." "I'm wearing these wonderful clothes that you dressed me in, feeling their touch on my skin, making me horny to start with. Then my ass is tanned over your legs, where I can feel your warmth through yet more fantastic clothes. And all of this with you and Miss Kelly, who are both looking incredibly hot. How else do you expect me to react?" I looked up from the floor where I was focusing my eyes into her grinning face. Kelly was wearing a smile too. "A reasonable excuse, full of plausible compliments. What do you think Kelly?" "I think I want her cock in my mouth again." With that she knelt in front of me in her innocent looking school outfit and pulled my panties the rest of the way down, revealing how hard I had become and how much pre-cum I was leaking. She licked at the tip, teasing me, before enveloping my cock-head with her lips. Her tongue rolled around my shaft and then she took me deeper, down into her throat. "That's good deep throating." Mistress said in my ear. "Would you like to be able to do that sweetie? I can find a guy for you to practice on if you like?" In my heightened state of lust I nodded. "Yes Mistress." I breathed. "Anything for you." Kelly was still sucking on my cock and I knew I would cum soon. "Soon baby, soon." Mistress cooed. "I'll find you a cock soon. But not today. Today you are ours." She moved around next to Kelly. "Don't make her cum yet Kelly. She has to be punished remember?" Reluctantly Kelly pulled away from me, leaving on the verge of climaxing. Mistress kissed her. "I can taste her on your lips." She said, pushing her onto her back, her hands straying to Kelly's breasts, massaging them through her clothes. Kelly moaned. "Fuck me. I need fucking." She whispered. Mistress smiled and took off her new dress and panties before reaching for the new strap-on which I saw now sported a second phallus on the inside. She pulled it up, slipping the new dildo into her pussy, and tightened it. She pushed Kelly's skirt up to her hips and removed the now soaked cotton panties. I watched in enthralment as Mistress knelt between Kelly's legs and sank the strap-on into her cunt. Kelly moaned again as Mistress began to fuck her. It was an amazing sight causing my cock to twitch even more than usual. I felt I was going to explode. Mistress rolled Kelly over on top of her, fucking her from underneath. "You can have her ass sweetie." She said to me. I needed no second bidding and knelt behind them. I dribbled spit onto Kelly's ass and rubbed it in before I rested my knob at her rear entrance. Mistress slowed her rhythm as I pushed gently in cock in. "Oh that feels so good." Kelly groaned. Mistress resumed her earlier pace and I matched it. I could feel the dildo inside Kelly practically rubbing against my dick. It was too much and I shot my load, filling Kelly's ass with my spunk. Kelly shuddered as she came from me cumming in her butt. I slipped my softening cock out. Mistress rolled back over, pinning Kelly to the floor. "Cutie, fuck my ass too." She ordered over her shoulder. My prick started to harden again at the thought. "Come on baby. Stick your dick up my butt." She panted. I grabbed her bucking hips and laid my now erect again member against her bum. She stopped her thrusting as I slowly sank into her ass. "Good girl. You feel bigger than ever." She breathed. I began to fuck her sweet butt slowly, wanting to make this last. "Thank you Mistress." I said, as she matched my stroke, restarting her thrusting into Kelly. I drove deep into her ass, pushing her into Kelly, who was thrashing about in another orgasm. Mistress pulled the strap-on from Kelly but stayed on her knees so I could continue my slow screwing of her butt. Kelly recovered her breath and started to kiss Mistress, first on the lips and face and then lower to her tits. Under our double assault Mistress was taken to the edge of a climax. As her asshole tightened around my dick I knew I was about to shoot again too. "I'm going to cum Mistress." I said, but she couldn't answer as her own orgasm ran through her. "Cum on me." Kelly said as Mistress rolled off her and away from me. "Shoot in my face." My cock was quivering on the verge of exploding, denied by Mistress moving away. "Jerk it off on me, PLEEEESE!" Kelly begged. "Do it sweetie." Mistress panted as she recovered. I needed no further encouragement and quickly stroked my twitching prick until I shot off into Kelly's face, three or four strings of cum splashing across her cheeks and forehead and into her hair. She licked at what she could reach with her tongue and then pulled me to her and took my dick into her mouth once more, sucking out the last of my spunk. Mistress snuggled up to her and began to lick her face clean of my cum. "That was fantastic." Kelly breathed. "Do you do this sort of thing EVERY night?" "No." Mistress smiled, licking at Kelly's ear. "Just sometimes. But I do like to play with my dolly most nights." "Your dolly?" Kelly asked in surprise. "My dolly." Mistress said, pulling me towards her and kissing me. "Me, Miss Kelly." I said. She suddenly smiled in understanding. "Could...could I play dollies too?" She asked tentatively. "But I only have one dolly." Mistress said. "I mean could I be your dolly too." Kelly said lowering her eyes to the ground. "Well I suppose you can't have too many dollies." Mistress smiled. "Thank you Zoë." "Mistress." I said. "What?" "We have to call her Mistress." I explained. "Oh right. I'm sorry Mistress." "Good girls." Mistress smiled benignly, running her hand through our hair. I smiled to myself. I had someone else to talk to now. The only thing worrying me was Mistress's promise to find me a cock to suck. I wasn't sure I could... Lust in a Lift Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Final Barrier I awoke early, too early really. Mistress Zoë had her arms wrapped around my chest, holding me close. I could feel the regular rise and fall of her breathing against my back. As I lay there contentedly, I began to wonder why she had never asked me to do the two things that worried me; taking a cock in my mouth and in my ass. She'd teased me often about it, while I was sucking on her strap-on, or when she was pushing it into my butt, and I'd always said yes, I wanted a real dick. But she knew that I was carried away in the moment, in lust, that I didn't really mean it. And then it struck me. That was why she never asked: she didn't want to make me do anything that I wasn't prepared to do. So why was I so scared about this one thing? Because other people might think I was weird if they found out? I smiled to myself; I was lying here in a satin nightdress with a butt plug in my ass and I was worried that some stranger would think I was weird? I think not. So then, what? That I might like it? That I might actually turn out to be bi-sexual? Again, so what? I was certain Zoë and Kelly both were, so why not me as well? In any case, they loved me and I loved them, so nobody else mattered. It was irrational of me, like the lift. That was it! It was a phobia, and I should try to beat it. I WOULD beat it, and Zoë and Kelly would help me. I would do anything either of them asked of me, but they wouldn't ask me to do this. So I was going to have to be the one who brought it up. Mistress Zoë stirred, her face nuzzling into the side of my neck. Now was the time to say something, before I lost my resolve and changed my mind again. "Mistress? Zoë? Are you awake?" I said softly. "MMmm?" She murmured. "Zoë, are you awake?" I asked again. "No." She said sleepily, her hand moving to my cock. "Zoë, I want to do it." I burst out. "Do what?" She asked drowsily, still cupping my balls with her hand. "I want a real cock. I want to feel what a real, live, dick feels like in my mouth, in my ass. What it's like to have a mouthful of hot cum, and a butt-hole leaking spunk." Suddenly she sat up and looked down at me. "You really mean it?" She asked, now fully awake. "Yes." I whispered, suddenly worried at my own impertinence. "Why now sweetie?" She said softly, brushing my reddening cheek with her hand. "Because, because I want to know what it feels like, because I want to be like you and Kelly, because I want to please you." "You always please me darling." She said, giving my cheek a gentle kiss, and then nibbling on my earlobe. "In any case, I'm not sure I want my favourite Dolly to be used by some man." She wanted me to beg; I could tell by the tone of her voice and the glint in her eye. So I did. "Pleeease Mistress. Please find me a real cock to suck on, and to fuck me." I pleaded. "We'll see." She said nonchalantly. I could tell she was already thinking about it though. She rolled me onto my back and sat on my chest, smiling down at me. Her nightie had become rucked up around her waist. My eyes went to the trimmed blonde pubes and then back up to her grinning face. "Convince me." She said, a devilish grin spreading across her face. She planted her knees on my shoulders, leaving her pussy almost on my chin. "No hands." She smirked, moving closer. Tentatively I stuck out my tongue and gently licked at her sex, running it up her pussy lips into the blonde bush just above her clit. She murmured in appreciation. I lapped again at her lips and then found her clit and swirled my tongue over it. She ground down on me and I pushed into her, sending my tongue as deep as I could. "Oh yes." She breathed. "That's a good dolly. I'm convinced." She was getting wet and I could taste her. Her juices began to run down onto my face. I probed further, lapping up what I could. She fell forward onto her hands, her nightie covering me. Still I continued to tease her most intimate area with my tongue. Her breath was getting shorter and shorter, until she cried out and came, drenching me. Then the alarm went off. "Bugger." She swore, reaching across and turning it off. "Sorry Mistress. I have to go to work." My voice was muffled. "Yes, I know." She sighed, getting off me. "Go and shower and then get your sweet butt back here. I'll get your clothes ready." I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that. She could tell too. "Don't worry, just go." I went. I came back into the bedroom and saw that she had only put out my work clothes, alongside which was a lingerie set of sheer nylon. "Do you want me to wear the plug too?" I asked, beginning to put on the underwear. "No. You don't really need it anymore. Can you get tomorrow off?" "Tomorrow? Shouldn't be a problem. I have lots of time owing." "Good. I've something special planned for you, for us." "A cock?" I asked hopefully. "Give me time!" She laughed. "No, this is something Kelly and I have been planning for a while, and I got an e-mail last night telling me the things we'd ordered are ready to be picked up. Now get!" She slapped my ass as I pulled on my work clothes over the lingerie. "Or I'm going to be late too." I arrived back at the apartment to find Mistress Zoë already home and opening a parcel. "I got them!" She said excitedly. "Got what?" I asked. "Your surprise. Go and see if Kelly is home, she paid for half of this, so she should see it too." Obligingly I trotted off to fetch Kelly, wondering what was in the parcel. Zoë's excitement indicated whatever it was in the package wasn't just a new set of clothes. I knocked on Kelly's door. "Has it arrived then?" She asked as she opened it. There was excitement in her eyes too. "Apparently. What is it that's got the pair of you so worked up?" I asked. "You'll find out. Come on." She practically ran to our apartment. I followed on, by now totally intrigued. Zoë was waiting impatiently as we came in. "Go and shower." She ordered me. "And make sure you get all the hair off your chest and lower body." Shrugging I went, leaving them giggling as they unpacked the mysterious parcel. I returned to the front room to find them ready with my clothes for the evening. "Come on; tell me what was in the box." I said, now exasperated. "These." Mistress said, producing three objects from the box. Two of them looked like fake tits, and I couldn't tell what the third was. "And what are they?" "Prosthetics." Kelly said. "What?" "Fake tits and a fake pussy. For you." Zoë smiled. "And how do I wear them? Inside my underwear?" "No silly. They're glued to your body with a special adhesive. That's why you needed to be smooth. Now come here and be transformed." Mistress ordered. I stepped over to where she was indicating. "Will the glue work?" I asked. "These things won't come unstuck at some awkward moment will they." "It says not." Kelly said, reading from a leaflet from the parcel. They spread the adhesive onto the items and my body. Kelly carefully positioned the fake breasts in place while Mistress Zoë lined up the false pussy. She had to manoeuvre my cock into a special 'pocket' before she stuck the whole thing down. "Now lie still for half an hour while it sticks." She said. "What are you going to do?" "Kelly and I are going to get dressed for a girls night out. Then we'll come and dress you." She said. "Now keep your hands away from them." She slapped my hand away from where I had been moving it towards one of the protuberances on my chest. "How long will they stay on?" I asked. "The adhesive lasts for twenty four hours. That's why you needed the day off tomorrow." With that Zoë and Kelly left me to go and get dolled up for the night. I lay still, my mind wandering to what might happen this evening. Maybe tonight I would get to taste cock in my mouth and even up my ass. I began to look forward to it, although I still felt a nagging worry. I shook my head: No, I did want to do it. I did want to be like Kelly and Mistress. I did. "I do." I whispered. "You do what?" Mistress said, coming back into the room to stand beside where I was lying. "You know." I said, going red. "I want to feel a cock in me." "Then let's go and find you one. Get up." I stood up carefully, not knowing if the glue had worked. It had. "They're stuck." I said. "Good. Now let's get you dressed." She handed me a fresh pair of black hold-up stockings. I sat to slip them on, loving the sleek feel of the nylon on my legs once more. The black silk underwear was next. The bra fitted snugly over my fake tits, revealing a generous cleavage that I'd not had before. Kelly came in and smiled at me. She was carrying a pair of ankle boots that she handed to me. "The dress first." Zoë said, passing me a sleek black dress similar to the ones she and Kelly were wearing. I slipped it on, smoothing it down as Kelly zipped me in. "This feels nice." I said. "Which wig do you want me to wear Mistress?" "I think we should all be blondes." She laughed. "And put your make-up on while you're there, you should be able to do it yourself by now." I went to the dresser and completed my look for the evening. Kelly helped me a little and Zoë came over and nodded her approval when we'd finished. "Let's go ladies." The sound of that thrilled me strangely. I wasn't looking too bad; although I felt the other two were looking better, but as a trio, we looked pretty stunning and fairly similar. We went to a club on the far side of town. It was a small club, intimate; busy but not heaving. The three of us settled down at one of the tables. We were attracting some admiring glances; at least I think it was all three of us, the other two definitely were. Probably it was we were all dressed so alike except the silky scarf I wore around my neck. After a couple of drinks Kelly and then Zoë got up to dance. I considered it for a moment but I knew I'd never be able to dance like a girl convincingly; I could barely dance as a man! So I sat and watched them having fun, nursing my drink. I began to feel strangely towards the men they danced with. Zoë noticed as she sat back down. "What's the matter sweetie?" She asked after ordering another round of drinks. "I'm sorry Mistress, but I think I'm feeling jealous." "Jealous? Of who?" She frowned slightly. "I'm not sure." "Explain." She leant forward. "I'm either jealous of those guys who get to dance with you or..." "Or what? Come on, tell me." "Or I think it might actually be I'm jealous of you and Kelly," I went red and looked down at the floor. "Me and Kelly? Why?" "Because...Because, and I know how stupid this sounds, because I want to try and please a man." She laughed. "You only made your mind up this morning about wanting to get a man in your mouth, you little slut, you." "I know. I said it was silly." "All right." She sighed. "We might as well try and satisfy your new craving." She moved closer to me. "See one you fancy?" "I'm not sure. I don't know what I'm looking for." I must have looked crestfallen. "Then Kelly and I will find someone for you." She said, kissing me on the cheek before going back to the dance floor to speak to Kelly. Kelly looked over at me and smiled, nodding her head. And then I lost sight of them as they were swallowed up by the crowd of dancers. About ten minutes later one of the male bar staff came over to our table. "Mind if I sit here? I'm on a break." He said. "And your friends said you were feeling a bit lonely." He added as I nodded my acquiescence. We chatted for a little while, me using my 'little girl' voice, and then he just came out with it. "Your friends also said you were looking for a little 'action'?" He phrased it as a question. "Umm, well, yes, I suppose I am." I squeaked. "Come with me then." He stood and held out his hand. I took it and followed him, excitement rising in me. This was it! He led me behind the bar and into the service lift used to move the stuff up to the bar. This made me nervous for two reasons. One was my ever-present phobia; the other was my rising anticipation. He pulled the shutters closed and the lift rose up the one floor, where he turned off the power. "Don't want to be interrupted do we?" He smiled. I shook my head, too excited to speak now. "You have a pretty mouth." He said. "I can't wait to see it around my cock." Neither could I now. I lowered myself to my knees and unzipped him, pulling his dick out. He smiled down as I looked at it, the first cock other than my own that I had really seen. I ran my hand over his stiffening member, feeling the bumps and ridges. He moaned softly. Now! I thought to myself. I was going to do it. I tentatively poked out my tongue and licked at his knob head, tasting the beginnings of his pre-cum. He moaned again as I slipped the head between my lips, my tongue still teasing his pee-hole. I put my hands on his hips and pulled him towards me, his cock sliding deeper into my mouth as Mistress had taught me with her strap-on. "Oh, that's good!" He breathed. Pleased, I began to move my head backwards and forwards, his dick seeming to throb as I did so. This was so different to sucking on a plastic prick. I could feel the veins in his cock pulsing, could smell his aroma as he got more aroused. I swirled my tongue around his length. Apparently Mistress had taught me well. He laid his hands on my head and began to control my movements, his length reaching the back of my throat. My own cock was leaking pre-cum in its confined space by now but I wasn't thinking about that. I just wanted to feel this wonderful dick gushing its load into my throat. I slowly increased my pace, my head bobbing along his shaft, my mouth clamped tightly around it, my tongue teasing it. His moaning began to increase along with his breathing. It would be soon I realised. "I'm cumming!" He gasped. I stopped moving, his cock all the way into my throat, and he let loose his load. Spunk spurted into my stomach. He pulled back slightly and filled my mouth with his second spurt. Jizz tasted different straight from the source. As his climax subsided he took his cock out of my mouth and pulled me up. "That was awesome girl." He breathed. "It was? I'm glad." I said, still using y 'little girl' voice. I looked around at my surroundings for the first time, and realised we were still in the service lift. I had been so intent on what I was doing I hadn't had time to be scared. The shutters opened suddenly and there was a second member of the staff there. "There you are." He said. "Zoë said you could help me with this." He pulled out a stiff cock. Mesmerised I shuffled over and took this second dick in my hand. It was shorter but thicker than the first one, the owner of which was leaning back against the wall, the aforementioned cock stiffening again in his hand. I leant forward and licked at this new prick, teasing the head before opening my mouth wide and taking it into my mouth. The thickness of it was a problem at first but I quickly got used to it. It tasted slightly different too. It was soon thrusting in and out of my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the first guy walk up behind me, his dick now hard in his hand. Stopping momentarily I turned to him. "You want to stick that in my ass?" I asked coyly. "Can I?" "Just take it slowly." I said, returning my attention to the cock waving in my face. The guy behind knelt down before rucking my dress up over my hips and my panties down to my knees. And then I felt the head of his stiff rod at the entrance to my ass. He rubbed my saliva from his cock into my asshole and then slowly pushed. I grunted around the dick in my mouth as I felt the head pass my sphincter muscle and then he was in, sinking his full length up my butt. My head swimming, I marvelled again at the difference between a real cock and a fake one. I could feel the heat from the two pricks inside me as I was double-teamed from both ends. I felt my own dick shooting cum into its pocket, dribbling from my false cunt like it was pussy juice. I rocked back and forth between the twin cocks, lost in my lust, and in a lift! I was feeling like never before, even when Zoë and Kelly had both taken me in this way with their strap-on's. One moment I had a face full of pubic hair as I took the thick cock all the way into my throat, the next I had a pair of balls slapping the back of my thighs as the longer dick thrust deep into my bowels. The pace quickened as they both got more excited. I tried to slow them down; I wanted this feeling to last as long as possible, but to no avail. Suddenly my mouth was full of cum again. My hands pulled the guy towards me, holding him in until he'd stopped cumming, sucking all the spunk from his marvellous dick before I let him go. Now I concentrated on being butt-fucked. I began to clench my ass as he pulled away, and relaxed it as he plunged back in. I couldn't keep it up for long as I came again. I'd never cum twice without something touching my cock before. I dropped to my elbows, raising my ass higher. It felt like he was fucking me deeper than ever, which didn't seem possible. "I'm close." He grunted. "Do it! Shoot your jizz into my butt. I want it all in my ass." I cried. As I shouted out, he came with a rush, shooting out thick spunk into my rear entrance. He inched back and released more into me, and then again before he slipped from me. I quickly turned and began to clean off his cock, again sucking the last of his jizz out. "Are you gonna come back to the club again?" He panted. "I might. Why?" I cocked my head girlishly. "Because I've never had a fuck like that before." "Nor me." I grinned truthfully. "I'd like to see you again." "Me too." Said the second guy who was still there. "We'll see." I said, standing up and pulling my panties up before smoothing my dress down again. "Thank you." I said, kissing them both on the cheek before heading for the stairs and the dance floor below. Mistress Zoë and Kelly were waiting for me at our table. "Well?" Mistress raised her eyebrow. "Thank you Mistress. It was better than I'd imagined." I kissed her and then Kelly too. "It was so exciting to be fucked in my mouth and ass by two real cocks." "So, we're redundant now?" Zoë said, a smile playing across her face. "NO! Never. I'll always be yours Mistress. To do with as you please." "I know it!" She laughed. "Did you try out your new pussy?" I shook my head. "Do you want to?" "With you and Kelly? Please." I nodded. "Come on then." They took a hand each and led me home.