It gets far more intense

There's a bit of let up, his face moves back, and you take a big gasp, moaning as you try to recover. Landing back on your heeled feet, your exhaustion and wonky ankle makes you lean back against the elevator wall. Maybe Ray is backing off?

Then you hear an unzipping.

You gasp "Ray!" as you see Ray pull out a big, fully erect member. You open your mouth in shock

With intent in his eye, he turns back to you, crouches way down and grasps the lower skirt hem of your latex dress and pulls it up. There's a sound like a ruptured balloon as he pulls it all up, over your knees, thighs and up above your crotch. It exposes your vibrant red panties, which he grabs with his other hand and pulls down revealing your prosthetic pussy in all its glory.

You gasp, reaching down and have your hands hit the big folds of rubber collecting around your waist. You look up at Ray to try to ask him what he’s thinking, but he’s not looking up at you, he’s looking down.

Moving forward,Ray pushes his member right into the pussy. It enters the prosthetic’s fake pocket and you instantly feel it rub all along your underside of your restrained dick. The prosthetic somehow releases a scented lubricant, adding all new unwanted sensations and implications..

How did things get like this?

You feel his member rub against yours.

Why does he think you're a woman?

You feel his hands against your body.

How can he be so presumptuous over you?

Further thoughts are thrown out of your mind as he thrusts and the intense pressure below overwhelms you. Through a thin membrane you can feel your dicks rub against eachother, but while his has the space to expand and move as much as it wants, yours is restrained and compressed, making the mounting pressure far more intense.

This shouldn’t be making you aroused, but somehow it is. This is wrong you tell yourself, but with all this sensation, pressure, attention, and suddenly Ray's tongue in your mouth again, all you can do is barely keep your mind afloat. You’re barely able to respond to all of Ray's movements and touches and intensity. Your body is on fire in ways you can’t even begin to describe.

You feel his hands grab your padded ass and with a pull he lifts you up off your feet again and steps you both away from the wall. You feel yourself fall back, and in panic you wrap your stockinged legs around his midsection for stability. This puts all the pressure of your crotch area against his groin, forcing his penis even more into your opening which you feel instantly.

Ray feels it too, groaning passionately, his eyes tight. "Jane! You sexy bitch! You spicy slut!" he exalts. With renewed passion he thrusts passionately. His penis pulsing against the prosthetic and against you. His face an expression of absolute ecstasy.

And you can barely take the intense grinding. With his hands still pulling up on your ass and your legs still around him, you pull against his shoulders trying to get more upright but Ray gives a gasp of pleasure at the movement. He spins around and suddenly your back is back against the cold elevator wall, Ray's chest pressed against your ample bosom, and his mouth squeezing against your red lips.

His kisses submerge you, the pressure underneath and above is sending intense signals that your mind doesn't know how to process. In the brief moments where the kissing lets up, you both briefly pant before he comes in again.

With the large chest and ass along with the clothing, you get this weird sensation like this is happening to someone else. This can't be you, this can't be happening to your body. If Ray’s passion is for hot chicks, then what he’s banging in the elevator must be some girl. You see flashes of reflection in the elevator door that seem to confirm this, like some voyeuristic porno you happen to see. This is just some hot girl this is happening to, let it happen to her.

But the sensations keep flooding in regardless of who’s body it is, and it feels like you’re both reaching a climax. You get caught up in it, trying to urge this girl along. You command the feminine body to give it her all, grind against Ray, thrust along with him, kiss him back, move gloved hands across his body, do everything you can to make him.....

"Uuuuaaahhh........ uuuuggghhhhh....."

The sudden pressure below, the exaltation and Ray’s sudden shuddering movement. Ray unloads into you, pumping surge after surge, right into your fake vagina. You’re stunned, you want to yell out! But whether because of the corset/choker combo or something else, it comes out more as a shriek of pleasure.

"Yes..." mumbles Ray, thrusting and pumping more.

Your mouth is open in an O of red. You feel the seed mixed with lubricant pour out of your suspended vagina, touching some of your leg and stockings before dropping to the elevator floor below.

“Oh yes… yes….” Ray’s voice and body relaxes as his intensity gradually ebbs with each release. With his energy clearly dropping he crouches down and lays your back down on the cramped floor of the elevator, your legs straight up to fit in the space.

"That was... you fucking wonderful...amazing…" There’s a calm rest before Ray pulls away from you to stand up again. His member pulls free and dribbles cum over your ruffled shiny dress with a drop landing on your face. You freeze, like the cum is a paralysing agent, unable to believe that another man's seed is touching you like this. Ray roughly tucks his member back into his underpants. He looks tired, slouched, but is also smiling languidly, sighing in calm serenity. It occurs to you that you've never seen his defences this low, not that you've known him long. Normally he's got his swagger, his persona; now he's just basking happily. He doesn’t even bother pulling his pants up before, sitting down in a corner of the elevator, looking at you happily.

"You're beautiful, you amazing doll."

You blink. You still can barely move, so many things to consider. Cum puddled on the floor near you and a drop still on your face. The fact your own arousal didn’t get close to the release that Ray did. Your red panties around your ankles. Dress still bunched up around your waist, crinkling with every movement. You’re still breathing. Taking short shallow breaths, partially due to the corset, partially due to your emotional reaction to this whole thing. Emotions you can barely process.

You still can't believe all this. You can't believe any of it. You don't want to believe any of this.

And you lie there, breathing in and out. Ray, sitting there, looking at you, drinking the sight all in, a big smile on his face, some of your lipstick smeared across his face.