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  “That doesn’t make any sense,” Alice said, wrinkling her brow.

  “And why should it?” the Duchess said. “It was written a hundred-and-fifty years ago. But I will say the soup has a lot of pepper in it, and next to the soup is an ice bin. I know that Dick enjoys both. Use your imagination, Alice. You have the power here. Look how badly he wants you. He’ll do anything you ask if you give him the attention he desires. Now I must be off.”

  And with that, the Duchess left.

  Alice swallowed, her throat gone dry. She thought of Pilar, of all he’d shown her. But as much as she’d already learned about herself, he’d been in control. Alice hadn’t had to do things on her own. And like she had told the Duchess, she didn’t know how.

  “Don’t be afraid. You’re doing an excellent job.”

  Alice turned in the direction of the voice, met Cheshire’s grinning face, and all she could think about was running out of this strange house and getting back to safe, sweet Lewis, who never put her on the spot, never leered, never tried anything new, and never asked anything of her beyond laying on her back and opening her thighs.

  “I like to watch,” said Cheshire, stroking furiously. “I watch movies. Live shows. Some people around Wonderland let me peep in windows. And let me tell you something, Alice. You are very sexy to watch.”

  Alice wasn’t sure if it was proper to thank a man who was staring at her, wanking, so instead she just politely curtsied.

  “Dick likes the soup,” Cheshire said. “The peppers in it are most titillating. Isn’t that right, Dick?”

  “Uhng,” Dick said. The poor man didn’t appear to know where he was.

  Alice couldn’t leave him in such a terrible state, so she decided to at least try. She lifted the spoon from the cup, and fingers trembling, she brought it to her lips. It smelled heavenly, like roasted chicken and potatoes, like sweet curry and succulent vegetables too varied to name. She took a sip.

  Heat spread through her body, like a spicy wildfire. She let the spoon drop into the cup, then the cup crashed to the floor.

  “It’s so hot.” Peppers overwhelmed her senses and made her body feel as if it was burning.

  Dick locked eyes with her, his pleading for release.

  “Come to me,” she said.

  He instantly responded, standing directly in front of her. She looked down at his member, hard and strong and ready. Alice shouldn’t want this. Pilar was one thing. He’d overwhelmed her. No one could blame her for that. But here she could do whatever she wanted. Walk out the door and find the white rabbit vibrator. See if it could show her the way home.

  Only…

  Only…

  Only she wanted to know what he’d taste like when he climaxed. She wanted to feel him against her tongue.

  Alice lowered herself to her knees.

  “Okay… I guess you can put it against my lips,” she told him.

  Her mouth still burned with pepper. When he brushed against her, Alice wrapped her lips around him and slid him over her tongue until he was halfway down her throat.

  With a grunt, he surged deeper in her mouth, and she could imagine the sting of the pepper in her mouth on his tender skin. She pulled back slowly, as the Duchess had done, and as she reached the tip, she teased him with her tongue.

  He grunted again.

  Like a pig.

  Figuring that was a good thing, Alice took hold of him at his root with one hand and flicked and circled and licked. Each stroke of her tongue brought a grunt and a flex, as if he was her puppet she could make perform to her whim.

  “You have magnificent tits.”

  She’d almost forgotten that Chester (or whatever his name was) was there. And for a second, the flush of embarrassment washed over her again, but then Dick gave a mighty grunt and a little whimper, and she brought her focus back to him.

  “More soup,” Dick begged. “Please.”

  Alice had heard Lewis beg her before, but not like this. Dick’s pleas aroused Alice, almost to the point where she was ready to climax herself. Unlike Lewis, whom she pleased out of love and obligation, Alice wanted to please Dick because…

  Because…

  Well, because it was fun.

  Mammary intercourse, wasn’t that what he’d mentioned? Maybe she could do that. It wasn’t hard to figure out. But first…

  Alice lifted a full cup of soup, and added a cube of ice from the bucket so it wasn’t so hot. Then she splashed it onto her chest, the liquid dribbling down between her breasts.

  She poured a little more of the soup on her body. It coated her skin, stung her nipples, making them tingle and burn. Alice cupped her hands on either side of her mounds, pushing them together, her nipples jutting, then she slid his manhood in between.

  He grunted again, this time sounding like it came from the bottom of his being.

  Alice moved up his shaft, the tip of him vanishing into her cleavage. Then she glided down, watching him grow, push forward, his head purple, burning, wanting. And when he had fully emerged, she licked him.

  He cried out, and she could feel his thighs tremble.

  Like she had trembled at Pilar’s hand.

  Tease him, that was what Pilar had taught her.

  Alice circled Dick, taking her time, flicking and tormenting with her tongue, then plunging him back down between her breasts.

  Between her tits. Alice embraced the vulgar word, owning it, letting it empower her.

  In fact, Alice had never felt so empowered. Perhaps there was something to this.

  She moved one way, she could make Dick grunt. She flicked with her tongue, light like a butterfly landing, and she could bring on a whimper. She brought him deep down into her throat, and he cried out.

  The feeling was amazing.

  Every few minutes, and the grinning man in the shadows would make similar, approving sounds. Where his watching had once creeped her out, Alice now found it strangely compelling, and she thought that must make her extra naughty. She imagined what he saw. Her licking and fondling and rubbing her body over Dick, but also, when she lifted from her boots to run her body up the stripper’s length, Cheshire would moan, and on some level, she realized he must be looking at her, at her bottom, between her legs, at her shaved area. And instead of moving so he couldn’t see, or running away, which is what she probably should have done if she’d been a good girl, she spread her thighs to give him a better view.

  It was delightfully wicked.

  She brought Dick into her mouth again, deep this time, until she could feel hair tickle her nose.

  “Please grab them,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Please grab my balls.”

  He started rocking against her, thrusting his length into her mouth, and they began to swing like pendulums.

  She brought her hand up under him, cradling them, feeling their weight. She rolled them lightly between her fingers, seeing how it made him quiver. Dick moved faster, harder, grunting and groaning. Alice thought of Pilar, of the pleasure of being teased, of the luscious pain.

  She pulled away, letting him slide from her lips.

  “Oh, please don’t stop. I beg you.”

  Alice smiled. “So beg.”

  His eyes widened, and she could imagine that was just how she had looked. “Please take me in your mouth again. You are so hot. I’m so turned on right now.”

  “How do I make you feel?” Alice asked.

  “So good. I’m so close. Please, please let me come.”

  “I’m hot,” Alice said.

  His gaze skimmed down her naked body, glistening with soup. “Yes, you are so very hot.”

  “Yes, you are,” echoed the grinning man.

  “I meant, my mouth and skin are hot from the pepper.”

  Alice reached for the ice bucket and took several pieces into her mouth. Then she took Dick’s shaft as well.

  The ice was delicious and cold and wet. She cupped a chip in her tongue, then ran her tongue up the underside of his manhood.

  He
groaned. He grunted. He cried out.

  She brought her mouth lower, under his stiff length. Cupping and licking with iced tongue, she made him whimper and beg, his hips thrusting as if he no longer had control, as if he was all hers.

  So this is what Pilar meant, she thought. This is why he enjoyed himself as much as I.

  “Please,” begged Dick.

  Alice smiled up at him, then stepped away. She remembered what the Duchess said.

  It was ridiculous and wrong and she shouldn’t do it. “Lick my boots,” Alice told him anyway.

  He immediately dropped to his knees and began lapping at the black leather like it was the most delectable thing he’d ever tasted. She took more soup, poured it down her belly, letting its greasy warmth tickle between her thighs.

  “Now you taste the soup.”

  He grunted, then ran his tongue over her boot tops, up to the hinge of her thighs.

  “Can I put my tongue inside you?” Dick asked. “Please?”

  His pleading was sweet, his begging irresistible. And it did sound like a keen idea.

  “What do you think, Cheshire?”

  “Wait just a moment. I’m out of tissue.” There were sounds of frantic movement from the shadows, and then the tear of a box being ripped open. “Okay, go ahead.”

  “Sit,” she ordered Dick.

  Dick sat.

  “Lie down on your back,” she said, and to her delight (and still a bit of surprise) he did.

  She walked slowly around him, letting the heels of her boots click on the stone floor. A flush of heat stole over her skin, a little embarrassment at the two sets of eyes on her, yet not only that.

  Strength.

  Power.

  Alice had something they wanted, and she could give it if she pleased.

  She placed a boot on either side of Dick’s head, leaving him to stare up at her most private spot, the spot that was now bare to the world.

  She focused on him, on his cock, letting that word roll over her mind, tasting it with her thoughts, just as she’d tasted him.

  Then she squatted over his face. “Lick me.”

  The first lick of his peppered tongue made heat wash through her, stinging, searing. She’d thought Pilar had been enough for her, forever, that she wouldn’t want—couldn’t want—anything more.

  She was wrong. “Keep going.”

  He did. With pepper and with ice, he moved his tongue over her, slowly like Pilar, then fast and frantic, like Lewis, only this lasted much longer.

  The pressure built in her, as before. More and more. Faster and faster. She thrust herself against his mouth, her breasts bouncing, and all the while she could see the glazed look on the smiling man’s face, watching her, wanting her.

  Dick uttered, “Please,” through the vee of her thighs, the word sending pleasure and pain and need crashing through her.

  Leaving her legs straddling him, she moved down his body, flicked and teased with her tongue, and then took his entire length deep into her throat, just as the Duchess had when she branded him with the bright red lipstick.

  “Oh, Alice, you are the best!”

  “Seconded!” Cheshire yelled, grunting along with them.

  Then Alice climaxed as Dick flexed and moaned and another taste filled her mouth, salt joining the pepper.

  Alice managed to swallow all of it, more out of courtesy than anything else, and realized she didn’t mind at all. In fact, it was something she’d be happy to try again.

  The experience seemed to completely exhaust Dick, who dropped to his knees with a dazed expression on his face. He managed to sort-of look at Alice, though his ability to focus seemed compromised.

  “Best. Ever,” he said.

  Alice wanted to tell him how sweet that was to say, and how good it had been for her as well, but Dick was already curling up on the floor with his eyes closed.

  What was it with men and wanting to sleep afterward? Alice felt energized. Alive, vibrant, ready to take on the whole world.

  “Agreed,” said Cheshire from the shadows. “That was tremendous, Alice. Thank you for a wonderful show.”

  Alice peered into the dark corner. “I don’t understand, sir. You were touching yourself.”

  “Yes,” Cheshire said. “That’s what I do.”

  “So how could any one time be better than any other time if it is always you doing the touching?”

  Cheshire chuckled. “I never thought of it that way. Consider this, dear Alice. Sex is only partly about friction and bodily fluids. The majority of it takes place in the mind. The body responds to what the mind desires. When we see something arousing, or read something arousing, our bodies respond because we can imagine ourselves in that situation. Watching you turned me on, because I saw what you did to Dick, and wanted to be him. I fantasized it was me, and my climax was very nice as a result.”

  “Wouldn’t it be better to experience the real thing?” Alice asked.

  “Fantasy is real, Alice. The outcome would be the same whether it was by my own hand, or your lovely mouth. Or any of your other lovely parts.”

  Alice touched one of those parts, which moments ago had been pressed against Dick’s face. While that had been delightful, Alice wouldn’t have minded if Dick had entered her as well. Alice was satisfied, but had discovered her body’s capacity to accept more pleasure than she’d ever thought possible.

  “So, Cheshire,” Alice said delicately, “if I were to come over to you, perhaps we could—”

  “A lovely offer, Alice. But I’m no longer a young man, and my refractory period is perhaps longer than you would feel obliged to wait. However, if you do come here, I would be pleased to bestow a gift upon you.”

  Alice brightened. A gift may not be as nice as being vigorously penetrated, but it was a good consolation prize.

  “I do hope it is some clothing,” Alice said. “I so need something more to wear than these boots.”

  “Indeed it is, Alice. Though I must say, those boots make your legs and bottom look extraordinary.”

  Alice hurriedly walked over to the corner of the room, her heels clicking rhythmically.

  “Mind your step,” Cheshire warned. “I have been here a while, and the floor is slippery.”

  She traversed a minefield of spent tissues and slick stains, and then reached Cheshire, who was naked, flaccid, and standing next to the largest bottle of hand cream Alice had ever seen. It had to contain several liters.

  Cheshire caught her staring and said, “I buy in bulk. When one masturbates as much as I, chaffing can become life-threatening.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry? No need. See?”

  Cheshire offered his hand. Alice took it lightly.

  “My!” she exclaimed. “You have the softest hands I’ve ever known!”

  “And look at my grip,” Cheshire said. He dug his hand into a nearby box of walnuts and cracked them using only his fingers. “Care for one?”

  Alice was actually a bit hungry, so she picked out the nut meat from the shells and ate them.

  They tasted like hand cream.

  “Anyway, here is the gift I promised you,” Cheshire said, holding up what appeared to be a black pair of panties.

  “Underwear!” Alice squealed, snatching the gift. But when she examined them more closely, they were unlike any underwear she had ever seen.

  “It’s a garter belt,” Cheshire said.

  “What is it for?”

  “For holding up stockings, of course. They are terribly sexy, and a personal favorite of mine.”

  “But I’m not wearing any stockings,” Alice said.

  “I just gave you a garter belt, and now you demand stockings from me as well?”

  Alice shook her head, flustered. “No, I—”

  “Kidding,” Cheshire said, grinning his wide grin. “I also have some of those for you.” He squatted down next to Alice’s boots. “May I?”

  Alice nodded, figuring it was impolite to say no, and Cheshire removed h
er left boot. He then took her foot in his hands, kissed it, and for some reason, sniffed it deeply.

  “Have you ever had your toes licked?”

  “No! Why would anyone want to do that?”

  “Certainly you would never form an opinion about something without trying it first?”

  Alice thought it over. “I suppose I wouldn’t.” At least, not anymore.

  “You should consider it at some point. You have lovely feet.”

  Cheshire reached behind him and produced a black stocking. He helped Alice into it, and then its twin, and showed her how to hold them up with the clips on the garter belt.

  “These are very odd stockings,” Alice said. “They aren’t warm at all.”

  “Fishnet stockings aren’t meant to be warm. Fishnet stockings are meant to make the wearer feel sexy, and to arouse all that see her.”

  Alice remained dubious. She put her boots back on and studied the look, unsure if she liked it or not.

  Cheshire apparently did. He was reaching for the hand cream pump and tugging on himself again, his eyes glued to Alice’s legs.

  Alice thought it rude for him to waste his arousal on himself, when she was feeling so empty and in need of being filled. But he had just given her a present, so she didn’t say anything.

  “Well, thank you, Cheshire.”

  Cheshire nodded, his hand tugging himself even faster. It made Alice feel very self-conscious, and the shame of being watched was returning. He seemed to be a nice enough fellow, but being on display like this was off-putting.

  “I, um, have a question, Cheshire. I really do want to get back home, but I don’t know how.”

  “Why? Aren’t you enjoying Wonderland?”

  “I am, yes, but…”

  “Have you tried clicking your ruby slippers together three times?”

  “What?”

  “Sorry, wrong book. Would you mind bending over for me?”

  Alice hunched down. “I’m not really comfortable with that.”

  “You were earlier. You were putting on quite a show.”

  “Well, I don’t know what came over me. Normally I’m quite shy and reserved. This is really the first time I’ve ever been naked in front of anybody.”

  “Not even in front of your boyfriend?”

  Alice frowned. “I never have time to get naked in front of him. He’s… quick.”