“You’ll…?”
Alice blurted out the most daring thing she could think of. “I’ll kiss you… on your private.”
Pilar laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Alice asked, the blush rising again, her hips yearning to brush against him.
“Dear Alice, when I’m done with you, you’ll be begging to deep throat my cock and swallow every last drop of my essence.”
Alice had never heard such vulgarity directed at her. As aroused as she was, the very idea was ludicrous. Just saying she would kiss him there was as outrageous as she could possibly get. There was nothing he could do to her to make her do that.
Pilar seemed to drink in the expression of disgust on her face, and reached into his bag again and held up a…
“What is that?” Alice asked.
It was shaped like Lewis’s manhood, but made of black plastic and quite a bit larger. There were also tiny bumps across the surface.
“This is one of my smaller models,” Pilar said.
“You call that small?”
“It’s about the same size as I am. I don’t have the bumps though. Open your mouth.”
Alice shook her head. “No. Absolutely not. I don’t care if you keep me here and tease me for eternity.” And secretly, part of her hoped he would. But Alice wanted no part of putting that plastic monstrosity in her mouth.
Pilar took something else out of the bag with his other hand. It was bigger, but not shaped like a body part. She recognized it from the store Sharper Image when she visited the mall. It was a back massager. An eighteen inch handle, with a soft rubber ball on the end that vibrated.
A back massage? Now? It didn’t make sense, although Alice was rather tense in the shoulder.
Without saying a word, Pilar switched on the massager — and pressed it between her legs.
Alice gasped. The feeling was so intense, so acute, it made everything that happened previously that day seem trivial.
“This is a Hitachi Wand,” Pilar said. “The most powerful massager in the world. Right now, you’re experiencing the low speed. This is the high speed.”
He pressed the switch.
The sensations doubled.
Alice feared she would pass out. The pleasure began to multiply exponentially, until her whole body was reduced to pure sensation. Alice couldn’t think, couldn’t talk. She became a complete prisoner of her own greedy desires. Just a few more seconds and she would Pilar took the wand away.
Alice screamed with a frustration so great she had no doubt they could hear it all the way back home.
“Open your mouth,” Pilar said.
Alice couldn’t take it anymore. This had to end. “Caterpillar,” she said.
“Yes? That’s me.”
“Release me.”
“Is that what you want?”
“I can’t take this anymore. I-”
And then the massager was against her again. When Alice cried out, Pilar slipped the black plastic member in her mouth.
Alice gagged, trying to spit it out, to repeat the safeword. But then she lost her mind again to the vibrations.
Pilar continued to tease her. He would rub it up and down her legs, missing the most sensitive spots on purpose, driving her mad. When he did place it against her, he shut off the power. Even so, just rubbing against it was heavenly, but each time Alice got close to reaching her peak, Pilar would pull away.
Alice had no idea how long it went on. Minutes? Hours? But at some point, she resisted trying to spit out the thing in her mouth, and had begun to suck on it. Suck hard. She wanted that black thing deep in her throat, far as it could go. Alice imagined it was Lewis. Then she imagined it was Pilar. Before she knew it, Alice was concentrating so hard on the dildo she didn’t even notice Pilar was no longer teasing her. With no stimulation at all, the feeling in Alice began to build again. Her breath came faster, and as she sucked, her womanhood seemed to ignite. She was getting just as much pleasure and arousal from sucking a piece of plastic as she’d been when Pilar was touching her.
Then the terrible man began to tease her with that as well. Pulling the plastic out of her lips. Touching it to her chin and cheek. Making her strain and beg to have it in her mouth again.
“What do you want, dear Alice?” Pilar asked.
“Let me suck it, Pilar. Please.”
“It?” he asked, rubbing it against her cheek. “Or would you prefer me?”
Alice shuddered. What had seemed so abhorrent before was now all she wanted in the world.
“You. Please, Pilar. Let me take you in my mouth.”
“I think you are ready.”
Suddenly the wheel spun, and Alice was hanging upside down. Her face was inches away from Pilar’s pelvis. She whimpered as he unbuttoned his leather pants, and when he released himself he was fully erect. So big. So stiff. Alice opened her mouth, wide as she could, moaning for it. Pilar brushed the tip against her lips-its velvet softness reminded her of the mushrooms-and then eased it inside her cheeks.
At the same time, Alice felt her shaven parts suddenly filled with something long and hard. It made her scream around Pilar’s manhood, and some overloaded part of her brain recognized it as the dildo she’s just had in her mouth. Pilar worked it in and out of her, picking up speed, and she tried to match that speed with her own efforts.
Then, abruptly, he pulled out of her mouth.
“NO!” Alice screamed. Now she did begin to cry, her whole body shaking at the cruelty of it.
But the toy inside her began to move faster and harder, and then suddenly the back massager was pressed against her as well, right on her most sensitive spot. The sensation was so strong Alice screamed again, and then Pilar rammed himself back into her mouth, and the pleasure overtook her, finally pushing Alice over the edge. All the build-up, all the teasing, crescendoed in a mind-blowing, frenzied climax that went on and on and on, and just as it began to die down and Alice thought there was nothing left in her, Pilar took the Hitachi up to the higher speed, reached down, and pulled the gold chain, yanking the clothespins off her nipples.
Alice felt as if she left her body. As if she no longer existed, except as pure sensation. The orgasm locked every one of her muscles, and she cried out around Pilar’s manhood and shook and trembled and rode wave after wave until she was ragged and sweaty and completely spent.
Pilar pulled out and turned the wheel so she was once again upright.
“Pilar…” she said, out of breath, flushed, feeling more like a woman than she ever had before. “Thank you for-”
And then he was inside her, filling her, thrusting slowly. Unlike Lewis, who always seemed to be anxious to finish, Pilar took his time. Alice didn’t think she had anything left, nothing more to give. But the feeling was impossible to resist. She sighed. She shuddered. Soon she was matching his thrusts, and the wave was building again inside her. Pilar moved his hands up her body, to her breasts, her nipples, which were wonderfully sore as he rolled them between his fingers. And then he was cupping her face, his thumb at the corner of her mouth, and she began to suck it, which turned her on even more.
“I’m coming,” Pilar said, and incredibly, Alice was once again as well. His thrusts became faster and faster and then his whole body seized and he held her tight and Alice screamed until he finally put a hand over her lips and politely asked her to shut up.
Alice was exhausted. But she felt she needed to thank him for what he’d done. Maybe she could clean his house, or help harvest some mushrooms or whatever the heck he did with them.
“You’ve been very kind to me,” Alice said. “Is there anything I can do to repay you?”
Pilar laughed. “You already did, dear Alice. I enjoyed it as much as you.”
“That hardly seems possible,” Alice said, blushing.
“How many times?”
