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Chapter 7: What Mistress Has

"Ada!" Mistress said brightly, striding over to Adalyn and giving her a deep kiss.

Wait, what?

I stared at them, the power of speech completely leaving me.

"I told you to wait until I got here!" Adalyn said, shoving the other girl playfully. Then, looking at me: "I see you've met my roommate, Katie."

"Uh, yeah," I said, suddenly extremely self-conscious of my outfit.

She can definitely see my cock. She can definitely see how hard I am right now.

She didn't seem upset, though — at least not with me. What the hell was going on here?

"I gave you 15 minutes!" Mistress Katie said, giving Adalyn a playful poke in her now-exposed ribs. "He was so desperate for this, he practically threw himself at me."

"Hey, no, that's not what —" I began, but Adalyn was on top of me and shut me up with a kiss.

"I genuinely don't care, Payton," she said. "You look cute in this. And I think it's pretty hot to come home and see my girlfriend fucking my sissy like that."

"Your girlfriend?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, dummy," she said. "Why do you think I kissed her?"

"Your — I'm your sissy?"

"Too many questions, slut," Mistress Katie snapped. "Get on your knees and service your Madame."

"That's me," Adalyn said with a grin, her tone somewhere between apologetic and embarrassed.

"Madame Adalyn?" I smiled.

"Use that mouth for something more useful," she said, pushing my shoulder downwards.

I sank to my knees, my head level with the bottom of her pleated navy miniskirt. I ran my hands down her smooth thighs, then circled my fingers up between her legs. They disappeared beneath the skirt, and I found gossamer panties there. She sucked in air as my fingers brushed against the lace.

She was already soaking wet.

"Use your mouth," she commanded.

I hiked her skirt up, revealing the sheer green panties embroidered with floral lace. They were vaguely shiny, trimmed in more lace, with a line of bows running up the front. I realized the panties were open in the middle, the scalloped edges open in between all the way down between her legs.

I brushed my tongue against the naked skin, then kissed, then slurped and dove between her. Her natural sweetness mixed with the salt in her sweat. She was musky and warm and earthy and floral. She squeezed her breast while I kissed and pleasured her, sliding my fingers into her and curling them over and over again until her knees were shaking and her moans were loud in my ears.

"You want your cock, Ada?" came Mistress Katie's voice from somewhere next to us.

"No, no," Madame Adalyn answered, her voice taut with pleasure. "No, I'm not ready to fuck her yet."

"I want her ass," Mistress Katie grinned. "And I want you, too."

"Oh fuck, Katie," Madame Adalyn moaned, and I could feel her tense around my fingers. "Yeah, I need your cock right now."

She pushed me backwards and for a moment, I almost toppled in my heels. I managed to catch myself in a spray of pink and white lace. Mistress Katie was watching and giggled at me, then looked back to Madame Adalyn and cocked her head.

"Get on the bed, baby."

"I want the slut in my mouth while you fuck me," Madame Adalyn said to Mistress Katie. "I want to hear her squeal."

Madame Adalyn climbed onto the bed on all fours. Mistress Katie ripped her panties down, then pressed the long strap-on against her. It was roughly skin-colored, thick and covered with veins. I felt my stomach clench, knowing it was going to be inside of me.

Pretty and dressed and ready to get fucked like a slut.

"I want your little cock in my mouth," Madame said to me.

?I scrambled onto the bed, kneeling with my back against the headboard. My cock was still buried in the bouffant petticoat, teased and tickled by the lace. Just moving made my outfit swish around me. It was surprisingly heavy despite its apparently delicateness. The way it swung around my hips made me feel even more girlish than the heels.

The only thing that could make me feel more feminine was what Madame was going to do to me soon. ++ugh fix this++

"Stop teasing me with it and fuck me! " Madame Adalyn moaned to Mistress Katie as she reached under my dress to find my quivering erection. "I need your cock, baby. Fuck me — oh! "

Mistress Katie was grinning at me as her hips slid slowly forwards. Madame Adalyn's eyebrows arched and her lids closed as the full length of the strap-on entered her. She let out a quiet moan that turned into high whines of pleasure as Mistress Katie began to thrust slowly in and out.

"I missed this too," she murmured to Madame Adalyn, who nodded in answer.

Madame Adalyn's hand had found my cock and was wrapped around it. Her grip was tight but frozen. I could feel my pulse pushing against her fingers, desperate for her to stroke me. I realized I was holding my breath and let out a long, shuddering exhale.

"How does it feel knowing you're not getting any pussy?" Mistress Katie asked me as she quickened her pace. "That you're going to get fucked instead?"

"I want it," I moaned. "I want you to fuck me. Show me what a slut I am."

"You're certainly dressed like one," Madame Adalyn managed, her hand slowly beginning to move along my cock.

"The minute I saw him, I knew exactly which dress to choose," Mistress Katie said. "Girly and slutty, just like her."

Is that what I am now? Girly and slutty?

I should have hated it. I knew I was supposed to be the one doing the fucking, that I was supposed to be telling them that they were my sluts.

But all I wanted was to feel that strap-on fill me up.

Madame Adalyn leaned forwards and slipped my cock into her mouth, burying her face in the petticoat's mass of lace. My gasp turned into a squeal as she sucked and ran her tongue around my tip, dancing it along my underside. My hips bucked forwards, driving it deeper into her mouth.

"I love that sound," she giggled.

"I like it better when it's from my cock," Mistress Katie said from behind her. "Can I fuck her yet?"

"Not until I cum!"

"That won't be long."

"Big talk," Madame Adalyn teased. "Let's see what —"

Her words were cut off by a choked moan. Mistress Katie had bent over her, one hand disappearing between Madame Adalyn's legs. I could feel the bed shaking as Mistress Katie slammed her strap-on into the other girl.

Madame Adalyn regained enough composure to return to my cock, licking the tip and swirling her tongue around it. I was so hard it almost hurt. The dress was tight around my body, cool air brushing across my exposed back. My heels dug into my rear — it was all so much, too much, the perfect amount — exhilarating and incredible and unbelievable and wrong and right, so right, so perfectly right.

"Fuck," I moaned. "I'm going to cum."

But Madame Adalyn had already released me, her mouth open in a silent scream, her cheek pressed against the bed. Mistress Katie pounded her from behind with a satisfied smile. Her hands dug into Madame Adalyn's waist, her knuckles white from the effort.

"Cum for me, baby," she said to Madame Adalyn. "Cum from my big, hard cock."

"Oh fuck yes!" Madame Adalyn screamed. "Fuck me, Katie, just like that. Fuck!"

Her fingers balled up, pulling the bedspread with them. I was all but forgotten, my cock twitching angrily back in its lace embrace. My stomach was in knots, first from frustration, and then anxiety. If Madame Adalyn was cumming…

I'm next.

Mistress Katie pulled the strap-on out in a long, fluid motion. It seemed endless and huge, far too big to fit inside of me. She was staring at me as she did it, letting it land with a wet smack on Madame Adalyn's back. Her expression was pure arousal and determination.

"Get on your back," she said flatly. "Time for you to get fucked like the slut you are."