“Now imagine the front of your waist also has bristles you can use to clean the wall.”
He smiled wider and turned away from Alice to give the imaginary wall a good humping. Now it was Alice’s turn to smile wider. Those pants showed off every curve of his firm ass. The way he swiveled those hips back and forth, left and right, he was dancing the sexiest dance she had ever seen. She was positively dripping at his performance!
Alice slid the hem of her dress up her legs, moistened her middle finger, and slid it down her panties to take care of herself.
“I imagine your pants and underwear could get dirty,” Alice said, her breath came out in puffs. “You better take them off.”
The servant stood up straight. Looked over his shoulders at Alice. Alice froze. She stopped rubbing herself. Lord, those blue eyes! She lost herself in them. Did she dare to keep rubbing even while he looked?
She dared.
The servant winked and Alice heard him pop open the buttons down the front of his pants. Alice imagined the relief he gave himself by freeing the pressure at his crotch. The thought made her breathing heavier.
The servant did not waste time undressing. He kept his arms straight as he pushed both his pants and plaid boxers down to his ankles. He hopped on one leg trying to get the other free from his clothes, his cock wagging in the air. Alice laughed, more at his look of embarrassment for not pulling off a smooth disrobe than at his clumsiness.
Completely free of his pants and underwear, he wrangled with the pant legs, wrestling them into a ball and throwing them on the ground. He picked up a stick and stabbed the pants repeatedly. The stick broke into smaller pieces with each thrust until he tossed the tiny remnant of the stick aside and said, “It’s dead.”
Alice laughed and admired the man now in nothing but white gloves and a black bowtie. He stood up in front of her in all his naked glory. Alice sighed and took a mental picture and filed it away for a later bedroom fantasy.
“I better go,” she said. She picked up his pants and put them on over her dress. The dress had to be stuffed down the pant legs, and made her hips look abnormally wide, but she made do. She put his shirt on next, and tucked it in. Boy, it was getting crowded in her pants! Like wearing a parachute in the wrong place.
Alice eyed the splendid servant and grinned. “I suppose I’ll be needing your bow tie, now.”
He tugged at the black ribbon, it unraveled at his neck, and he offered it to her. Alice frowned at the dangling cloth and, not knowing how to tie a bowtie, said, “You better put it on me.”
The servant stepped behind her. Alice bunched her hair in her hands and lifted it out of his way. She felt his warm breath at the nape of her neck. Goosebumps bubbled along her arms.
His naked body behind her, all she had to do was lean back into his arms, lean back into his chest, lean back into his crotch, get this ridiculous parachute off and lean his cock slowly, lusciously into her.
His hands brushed her neck as he tied the knot of the bow tie.
Alice let her hair down and hugged herself. She shrugged her arms around her waist to push her breasts together without actually touching them. Alice wanted to say, “Caress me more. Hold my breasts. Touch my nipples.” And he would obey.
But that was the problem.
She couldn’t know for sure if he would touch her for his own pleasure or just because she had told him to. On the other hand, the way her body ached to be touched, it almost didn’t matter anymore what the servant wanted. She opened her mouth to give her next command, but he finished tying the bowtie and stepped away to return in front of her.
Alice breathed a sigh of relief. Forced out of temptation made doing the right thing so much easier.
Enough, Alice told herself. She had to go to Rabbit and convince him to help her get back to her normal size.
She assessed her costume. Would she pass for the servant? Her breasts fought through her dress against the fabric of the tight shirt. That could give her away. She put on the black coat jacket and it did a good job at hiding her endowed chest.
“I’ll need your gloves, now,” Alice said.
He tugged them off and Alice put them on.
“Thanks,” Alice said. “Your clothes were just what I needed.”
“You didn’t really need me to take off my boxers, did you?”
Alice looked down at his cock hanging freely and then returned to his beautiful blue eyes. “Oh, yes. I most certainly did.”
She headed back to the village.
Chapter 8
Alice was able to infiltrate the village without being noticed or called upon. In fact, she was even able to ask one of the men where Rabbit’s cottage was without the villager even blinking an eye.
As soon as she arrived at Rabbit’s doorstep, the door flung open and the well-built young man appeared eyeing Alice dressed as the servant. “Servant!” Rabbit said, “Go to my bedroom at once! I’ll be there soon.” With that, he ran out of the cottage.
That was unexpected, Alice thought. What will happen in Rabbit’s bedroom? And why did he need his servant there? Or did Rabbit recognize me and want me in his bedroom for other reasons?
She went upstairs to the bedroom.
Inside, besides seeing the bed and a footstool, she saw the hanged man again. Alice’s heart leaped at seeing a friendly face. Like before, he was chained to the wall completely naked, and his cock at full attention. Only this time, he was hanging right side up and had no limbs free.
“What are you doing here?” asked Alice.
The hanged man smiled. “Alice! Oh, my sweet woman. You’re no bonger lig — er — no longer big!”
“You recognize me?”
“Of course! How can I forget those beautiful lips. But you’re no longer big! What happened? Wait. Don’t tell me. Pumble hie.”
Alice nodded, trying not to stare at the way his hard shaft pointed straight at her fighting gravity.
“What about you?” she said. “How come you’re locked up again?”
But before the hanged man could respond, he motioned his head to the bedroom door. Rabbit stepped in. She took the hint to not say anything.
“Servant,” Rabbit said. “Give me a glove.”
Alice tried to figure out why he would ask for the glove.
“Hurry, now!”
Alice took off a glove and handed it to him. He stretched out on the bed and promptly slipped the glove over his cock. Alice stifled a laugh as he slid the cuff of the glove up and down along his prick.
I suppose he’s determined to discover what it feels like to be inside a woman. Alice averted her eyes. Why does he need me to stay here? Did he forget that his “servant” hasn’t left the room? Or is all modesty out the window in this wonderland?
Alice snuck a peek. That cock was getting harder inside the glove, and pushed its way into the index finger making the bobbing glove look like a frantic hand pointing to the ceiling. She never knew something could be so sexy and so funny-looking at the same time. Her amusement soon turned into feelings of heat coursing through her. Alice brought her hands to her chest squeezing her breasts together while attempting to look like she was merely adjusting her coat. It didn’t matter. Rabbit had his eyes closed now, twisting the glove around himself with a tight fist.
The hanged man seemed to catch her, though, for she heard him mumble, “So beautiful.”
She wanted to help Rabbit. No, not help him, but practice on him. If she could be the one holding his cock, he could instruct her on how to touch one. Should she touch it gently? Or squeeze it in her fist? Should she stroke his length slowly? Or pump it fast? Was there a good order for how to touch a cock? First gently and slowly, then hard
