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
