0 comments/ 10557 views/ 1 favorites Hot Dream By: TheSubstitute Dear Reader, This is my first story and attempt at writing an erotic story. Any comments, or constructive criticism are greatly welcome. While I generally dislike stories written in the first person, this is an actual dream I had and I didn’t know of any other way to write it. Enjoy. Dream in Chicago I'm sleeping in my hotel room, it's warm and I'm not wearing anything under the blanket. Suddenly I wake up, at least halfway anyway and something feels strange. I sense a presence in the room that doesn't belong, yet I can't see much because it's so dark. As I wake a little more, I smell a light, pleasant scent of perfume in the room that certainly doesn't belong to me. As my eyes are adjusting to the darkness, I see the outline of a slender body wrapped in a raincoat right next to my bed. I let my eyes glide down and see a firm set of calves that end in a pair of high heels. Not a word has been spoken yet and you're not moving, just looking at me, I think. I drop my arm over the edge of the bed and lightly touch the back of your calve. I whisper "hello.” I barley hear you say, "I told you I would surprise you one day.” Slowly caressing the back of your calve between your ankle and knee I realize what a fantastic feeling it is to feel your muscles under the sheer material of your nylons. I think I see you smile in the dark and your legs are twitching a little under my touch. It arouses me, but I think I'm not the only one who starts to breath a little harder than normal. I let my hand glide up to the back of you knee and around the inside, slowly moving up. I'm anxious to feel where the nylons stop, yet I'm not in a hurry. Finally, after what feels like hours, I feel the end and I touch your smooth skin with my fingertips. I hear a light gasp coming from your lips and a twitch of your legs. I keep caressing the back of you legs just above the nylons and you seem to like it. You give my hand a squeeze through the raincoat to let me know you like it. My hand wanders up a little further, wanting to know what other surprises are hidden under that coat. I reach your cheek and glide my hand over your bare butt and then between your legs yet not touching your most private part. I hear myself say "please show me" and you slowly unbuckle your belt and ever so slowly open you coat to my gaze. Just as I hoped, there is nothing underneath except a nice red bra. " “I want to see you too," you say and I eagerly fold the blanket down so you can see just how much you excite me. You step closer to my head and I think I can smell your excitement and I run my hand down over your stomach, but you catch my hand, just before I get too low. "I got another surprise for you" you breath and with that you slowly move my hand further down. You are completely bare and it feels so beautifully smooth, I love it. I spend some time exploring your smoothness with my fingers, yet carefully avoiding the most sensitive part. I can't help myself and lift my head to your stomach and start kissing and licking you lightly, then move down to the spot where your legs meet your hips. There is a light coat of moisture on you, from the excitement and I love it. Your soft hands find they're way to my head and neck caressing me, which causes me goose bumps all over. Our touches become a little more urgent and stronger and I finally can't hold back anymore. I stick my tongue out and run it over your lips and you twitch again. I apply a little more pressure and I feel you pussy open up and your wetness spills out onto my tongue. You taste wonderful and your legs are positively shaking now. I look up and I see you have pulled your breasts out of your bra and you are caressing your nipples between your fingers. I am entranced by this and I just watch you while my fingers play with you between your legs. I can see all the arousal in your face now and you're mumbling things I really can't understand. I use my other hand to touch myself a little and you say "yes, stroke your cock for me, it excites me" and I love to please you. I pull your hand, trying to get you on the bed with me before your legs give out. You shrug your coat off completely and I can finally see you completely in your full, naked glory. You bend over and we kiss for the first time. Gently at first, but quickly our kisses become more urgent, as our tongues touch and caress each other. I pull you onto the bed and we embrace into a long kiss and roaming hands. We are both extremely aroused and you say " I want you in me, please!” But I say, "not yet, I want to taste you again first.” I kiss your neck and slowly move down to your breasts, gently kissing and nibbling. I feel you winding yourself around and I am completely intoxicated by you. I move further down over you stomach and finally, lay down between your legs. I want to cover your whole sex with my mouth and inhale everything you have to, or want to give. My tongue kisses you, caresses you and drinks your excitement, I can't stop. Our hands meet for a squeeze and I beg you "please come in my mouth, I want to taste your orgasm". You seem to like it and moan your approval. Together we step into a different world, no longer gentle. You scream "yesssss eat my pussy, make me come all over your face.” This almost puts me over the edge myself, just from enjoying you and rubbing my cock on the blanket every time I move. Your hips are gyrating and you explode in my face while screaming obscenities at the world. While you slowly float back to earth, we just hold onto each other for a little while, but I gladly see you're still hungry. "Now come up here and fuck me,” you hiss and I need no further invitation, because I'm going crazy with lust. While I'm up on my knees, you spin around and put your mouth over my hard cock. "Sorry, I had to taste you first,” you grin at me and then push me onto my back, climbing on top of me. You lift your hips and move them back and forth over my cock, teasing the both of us. You lean forward and we kiss on the lips and around the neck. Then I feel your hand between us guiding me to your entrance, slowly taking me into your body. The feeling is indescribable, we both moan in pleasure as you start to move your hips up and down, back and forth. At times we hold hands, at times we touch each other everywhere. It's the first time, we know it will not last forever. As your hips are moving back and forth, it's rubbing all the right spots for both of us. I yell, "please make me come I can't wait any longer" and you moan "yes, give it to me.” The room explodes for me, do I see colored lights? I feel like my whole body drains into you, not just my seed. I feel your fingernails, digging into my skin but it only heightens my orgasm and I just hope you feel as good as I do. Why can this not keep going forever? Finally we start to hit earth again, look at each other and just laugh out loud. You lean down onto me for a big hug and a little cuddling. Can we please do this again very soon? Hot Dreams of Alice Pt. 01 Alice came down the steps of her front door and into the street. It was time to go and replenish her fridge - a two-week holiday was badly needed and had been looked out for enthusiastically. When she rounded the corner of street she all but bumped into May, a colleague, who greeted her, and stopped for a moment to talk. "Hi Alice," she said, "how's your holiday been so far?" "Huh? Been so far? I slept well, if that's what you mean. Did some reading last night until ten, then turned in. Nothing of note yet." She was greeted by a baffled look. "You didn't sleep for ten days, did you? It's Tuesday now! The holidays are more than half over!" "Ha ha," Alice said. "Funny! I woke up with a bit of a headache, but it's almost over, and as I didn't do any shopping at all during the week I'll have to buy food for the holidays now. Are you planning to do something special?" "You're not serious, are you? I spent a midweek in the Peak district. It was really great; did a lot of walking. We could rent a cottage for next to nothing. Wish I'd stayed on a little..." May grinned at Alice a little wistfully and then said goodbye and walked on. Alice looked at her vanishing form, rather bemused. May usually wasn't given to a wild imagination... She shook her shoulders and went into the local supermarket. She filled her trolley with groceries and a few loaves of dark bread and she picked up a newspaper near the check-out. When she skimmed the front page her eyes grew wide. It didn't say October 12 as she'd expected. It clearly read October 21. It couldn't but be a misprint. She checked the other papers. They all showed the same mistake. October 21? But if that were true, what had happened in between? She asked an old lady who was standing in the queue in front of her what day it was, and received a pitying look. "Tuesday, my dear," she said. "Are you alright?" It made the sweat stand on her forehead. She'd read about lost weekends caused by drink - but a lost ten days when she'd been as sober as a judge? She loved an occasional glass of wine, but the bottle she'd thought she had, had been all but empty and she'd had a quarter of a glass before she turned in. She rushed home. There was no mail in her mailbox, and there were no brochures, no nothing. Her dishwasher didn't contain anything but what she remembered having put there, and there was no accumulation of dust on the flat surfaces. The few potted plants must have been watered, and her laundry basket contained exactly what she thought it would. Even the book she'd been reading lay upside down, open in the right place. She went upstairs and checked the bed. It looked alright, too. What could have happened? It made her feel a little giddy on her legs. Blast. Over a whole week missing! She went downstairs again and poured herself a stiff drink. She took a firm swig - it tasted foul, she thought. She put down the glass, and sat down. Not a bad idea, apparently. The room started to sway and she couldn't remember what she'd been doing. She could not think constructively at all.... When Alice came to, she was sitting on a kind of rocking chair, and she felt there was a firm dildo in her pussy. Her arms were bound behind her back, and her knees were tied to the chair. She was wearing nipple clamps inside a very thin bra and a pair of split-crotch panties, and a ball-gag in her mouth - nothing else. When she looked around fearfully, she saw a beautiful young woman sit on a stool by her side. She was very heavily made up, and wore her platinum-blonde hair in a loose roll around her neck. She wore a top with a low cleavage and a miniskirt, and a pair of fuck-me heels. "Don't be afraid - we won't hurt you," she whispered close to Alice's ear. "You were wondering what you'd been at in the lost days, weren't you? You've no memory of them - and they will remain like a series of dreams forever - hot dreams of Alice; sexy, saliceous dreams... based on your fears and your secret fantasies. When it's tomorrow you'll have no memory of this in your conscious thoughts." Alice couldn't reply for the gag in her mouth. Her throat felt dry - all very well to tell her not to be afraid - she was scared to death. The young woman rose and kissed Alice on her upper lip. "Really, we won't hurt you!" she said. "I will show you your first dream - just sit back and relax." The woman switched on the big flatscreen TV across the room. It woke to life and when she had adjusted it to the DVD-mode Alice read "Hot Dreams of Alice" in big letters. The legend slowly faded out while a new one faded in; it simply said, "Used" Then the letters faded out again and she saw a big, Victorian house. There was a car coming up the drive. It stopped, and a woman dressed in a long raincoat got out, escorted by two big men in sunglasses. They walked up the steps. "You remember what we told you? you will go into the room and undress and offer yourself to the lusts of our clients. You'll actively do so - unless you want to be seriously hurt?" "Nooo... Please! I don't want -" "Do I have to slap some sense into you?" Alice's eyes grew wide when she recognised her own voice. What on earth - The picture faded and instead there was a view of the drawing room. A distinguished looking black man, who was greying at the temples sat in an armchair talking to a younger man who was selecting a CD and put it in the CD player of an expensive-looking music system. Then the door opened and Alice saw herself be bundled into the room by the two thugs. She walked to the centre of the room, dressed in a slinky black number and black stockings on impossibly high red heels. She stood wringing her hands, looking at the man sitting in the club chair with a look of despair. "You're not going to take advantage of me, aren't you?" she said. "You're not going to take off my dress, and touch me?" She slowly moved the shoulder straps of her dress off her shoulders, and the dress slipped to the floor, leaving her stand in a very thin white bra, garterbelt and panties. She licked her lips - made up very red and shiny, in a face with a lot of rouge and eyeshadow - and she ran her hands over her breasts. "Please..." she whispered. "Please don't - I don't want it! I want to be let go!" She pushed the cups of her bra down her breasts. They were big and beautiful, with large areolas. The man in the chair raised his eyebrows, and looked at the young man who was still standing near the music system. "Noooo..." she said as she cupped her breasts with her hands and pushed them upwards as if to offer them to her audience. "Nooo... Don't touch me, please... Don't do bad things with me!" She looked frightened as she rubbed her nipples. They were swollen and red, and very hard, and she tweaked them between her fingertips, and pulled them into hot points. "I'm a good girl," she moaned. "Please don't keep me here!" She hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and made them fall to the floor. She looked at the older man as if she saw a ghost. "Aw!" she said. "Nooo... Don't! Please, don't touch me - don't make me be bad... Please!" She took a few steps and, bending down over the table, granted the seated man a good look at her pussy, which was completely bare and smooth, shining with her juices. The inner lips stood open in a pout, showing the coral inside, and her swollen clit sat like a pale little nub under its protective hood. She put a hand between her legs and touched her clit. As if on cue both men got their cocks out. "Nooo!" she screamed. "You can't do that - don't touch me!" She looked at the men with big eyes. "Nooo... You're much too big - you won't fit..." Alice, who was watching helplessly, felt her pussy start getting very wet around the dildo they had inserted into her. The nipple clamps were both exciting and uncomfortable, and her breasts strained against the flimsy material of her bra. She wished devoutly she could bring her arousal to a climax, not realising that rocking back and forth would put the dildo into motion and help her get off... The older man got up out of his chair while he undid his belt and fly and pushed down his trousers. His cock was deep brown with a shiny mushroom tip, and very big. He picked up Alice's discarded panties, sniffed at their crotch and smiled, and he put them into his coat pocket. Then he stepped her way, slowly, surely, like a tank in motion. She began to tremble violently. "You aren't going to fuck me, are you? Please - don't, please..." She extended a hand and grabbed his cock tight. "Please don't - please don't - please don't -" She pulled him her way, and he pushed his cock deep into her pussy. He began fucking her like mad, to the tune of her voice repeating, "Please don't - don't - uuhnnn - don't - uuhnnn - don't - uuhnnn - aahhhh -" and got hold of her breasts with his hands. "Hmmm... You've got nice tits," he said. "You're a sweet little hussy, aren't you? Ok, baby, rock that bottom!" "I'm just a good girl," she moaned, but she did rock back and forth, and Alice saw that she did have a beautiful bottom. She watched herself fuck with some secret pride. The younger man kicked off his shoes and removed his jeans and boxers and walked the few steps to the table. The camera zoomed in on her face as she looked looked at him approaching. She licked her lips, and looked at him nervously, and raised herself a little while waving her hands before her protectively. The young man was hung like a horse. Alice saw there was a crystal drop of precum emerging from the little slit in the tip that was gaping just a bit. "Doesn't that look good, baby? Wouldn't you love to wrap your lips around it, instead of biting that ball?" the young woman said to Alice. Alice felt shocked at the thought, and she felt even more shocked when she realised that yes, she would. But she was damned if she'd admit it to her captress... Alice saw herself watch the big cock approach. She made as if to push the man back, and when he didn't back away she begged him to. "Please! Do go back - please! Ooohhh...." She fell silent when he touched her mouth with his cock. Alice watched as she took him into her mouth - it was fascinating to see how she eventually accommodated a great length of his huge member. She had to open her mouth very wide, her lips stretching madly around that big shaft. It made her feel even more aroused and horrified at the same time. In the back of her mind she vaguely remembered having thought about being used like this; it did have a guilty fascination for her. The woman got up and stood behind her. "Your fantasies were even worse than this, weren't they?" she whispered. "You secretly would like to be treated like a common whore..." She reached around Alice and rubbed her nipples. "You like that, don't you?" "Good girl," the young man panted. "Yes, that's it - give it some tongue - yes, baby! Suck it!" Alice complied. She looked from the line of hair running from the young man's navel to his cock, and then up to his face and back again. The door opened and two more men came into the room, unnoticed by Alice. They quickly undressed. One of them had a thin, fairly long, cut cock, the other one was averagely built. The latter one positioned himself on a couch on his back, and the two men who'd already been in the room stopped fucking Alice. "Yeesss - finally... Please - Can I go now?" she said hopefully - but nobody listened. The black gentleman led her to the couch. Alice's eyes grew wide in horror. "Nooo..." she moaned. "Not any more - please! Let me go!" The man who was lying there pulled her on top of him and sat her down on his cock, that stood upright like a flagpole. Holding her hips he made her ride him, bouncing her bottom up and down. Alice could see the ring of her pussy caress his shaft. "Looks good, doesn't it?" the woman whispered in her ear. She rolled Alice's nipples between her fingers and slowly set the rocking chair into motion. Alice felt the dildo start moving in and out. She'd never felt more aroused in her life, and the dildo felt fantastic. The only thing that would have been better was a live cock... The other newcomer collected a bottle of oil from a side table. He went over to the couch and got up on it, too. Kneeling behind Alice he poured some oil on to the cleft between her buttocks, and rubbed it into the depths of it. Then he applied some oil to his cock and pushed into her puckering rosebud. Alice on the screen stiffened. Then she let out a piercing wail which ended when the black gentleman fed her his cock. "Yes, baby - go for it like the little slut you are... Ride that cock!" the man under her said. "Go, baby, go! Suck my cock really hard!" the black gentleman said, simultaneously. The three men fucked her with abandon, and she rode the man under her with her eyes closed. Her nipples were big, red and swollen, and her pussy lips were red and puffed up - It did look as though she was enjoying being taken by them. Alice wished she could change places. The woman behind her made the rocking chair pick up some speed, and Alice squeezed the dildo with her pussy lips. "You are a slut, aren't you?" the woman whispered. On the screen the young man took Alice's hand and put it on his cock. She wrapped it round the big stem and started to masturbate him roughly. Her motions got gradually more uncoordinated - and it wasn't long before she let go of the cocks in her hand and mouth and collapsed between the men around her. "Look at that," the young man said. "My, she really really is a slut, isn't she?" "She sure loves fucking, " the man who'd been buggering her said. "Oh well, so do I. Let's change places!" "Bags her mouth," the man under her said. Alice was rolled off him like a sack of potatoes, and the young man stretched himself on the coach. Alice staggered to her knees, got up and mounted the coach. She squatted over the young man and let herself sink down over his cock with a deep sigh of satisfaction. She started to ride him furiously. The older gentleman took his place behind her, and pressed his thick shaft between her buttocks. "Yes, please!" Alice panted. "Fill me with you cock!" He lunged forward and Alice smiled. She looked at the the newcomers questioningly, and they came to the side of the coach, in front of her face. She took turns in sucking the one and masturbating the other, riding the two cocks in her nether orifices. She was sweating profusely - from her rocking chair Alice could see her breasts and her forehead glisten with moisture - and she had closed her eyes again. She looked so hot, so peaceful and contented at the same time that Alice felt very envious. The woman behind her put her foot on a step of the rocking chair and started to rock it firmy, making the dildo fuck Alice's pussy hard. Alice was in the throes of an approaching orgasm and her attention wavered a little when she heard one of the men grunt, "Ok, slut, take my cum!" On the screen the camera zoomed in on her anus and pussy. She saw the cock in her anus contract and stop pistoning, and then a thin white trickle emerged on the side of the cock, dripping down onto the cock in her pussy. It apparently set the other man's orgasm off, for he got rigid, too, and just gave an inarticulate shout... "Let me have that cum," Alice panted while she changed cocks in her mouth again. "Take, it, slut!" the man she was sucking said, and Alice could see her gulp his come down greedily, while she furiously pumped the long, thin cock in her hand. It was only seconds before it erupted all over her face. She let go of the cock in her mouth and put out her tongue to receive the other spurts, pulling him close to her mouth. "Oh yes," she stammered. "So good!" She used her fingers to put as much of the come on her face to her lips, and licked her tongue around her mouth. The African gentleman withdrew, and Alice saw more white come trickle down her anus as she slumped down on the man below, good and spent, and, judging by her face, very happy. Her rocking chair was humping her so hard now she couldn't take it any longer, and she came, long and hard, and to stop her from falling over completely the young woman stepped up beside her and held her close. she stroked her hair and took the gag from her mouth. "You'd have loved to change places with her, wouldn't you?" she said. "Yes, I would," Alice admitted. "I really would!" Hot Dreams of Alice Pt. 02 Alice saw a house in the country. There was a round drive leading to the front door, with a small, formal garden inside the circle. A taxi drove up to the door and a woman got out, dressed in a long raincoat and carrying a small suitcase. It gave Alice a sense of deja vu, and she expected the two thugs to get out as well, but it was just herself walking up to the door. She pulled the bell - it was the old-fashioned type, apparently. The bell was answered by an immaculately dressed, very formal man. He raised his eyebrows questioningly. "I've got an appointment for an interview," Alice said. "Miss Dodgson?" She nodded. "Come in, please," the man said. She entered a large hall, where she was told to stay until her possible employer was free to receive her. The butler disappeared. He returned within minutes, and motioned with his hand. Alice followed him into the library. A man and a woman were sitting there; the man behind a big desk, and the woman in an easy chair. On a side table there was a full ledger, and the man had a sheaf of papers in front of him. "Mr and Mrs Townes," the butler announced to Alice with a little nod of his head; "Miss Alice Dodgson," with a deep bow to his employers. He turned round and left the room. Alice wondered what the heck she was doing there, and what the interview could be about. She'd certainly never been in that place... The gentleman behind the desk looked her up and down. Alice watched him do so and she was glad she didn't experience it first-hand; he seemed to undress her with his eyes, very critically and a sight disconcerting. "Yes," he said. "You will do very well. Provided..." "You see," the woman interrupted, "It's like this. I'm Juliette, by the way. I am looking for a maid to take over most of my tasks. She has to be available at any time; as you read in our advertisement, at £250 a day your pay will amply compensate you for that. You will understand we expect you to meet our every standard. You will keep yourself very clean and smooth-shaven, you will wear a maid's uniform that we will provide - I'm afraid we will decide on your entire outfit, including underwear. Your tasks, apart from your availability, will be mainly light housework. Do you understand?" Alice watched the conversation with a growing sense of anger. Of course she understood, and she would never agree to anything of the kind. She expected her image on the screen to protest - but she was in for a surprise. "Availability?" she said hesitantly. "I'm not sure I really get that." "Well," Juliette said. "I have a very busy job, which takes me out of the house quite often... And Mr Townes usually works from here. As I'm often not there to see to his needs, someone must do so, and that will be an important and responsible part of your job." "Oh. Er..." She seemed not to know what to say. "You look the perfect woman for the job," Juliette said. "When I'm home I'll take over that part. Maybe I'll ask you to help out some time. Alright?" Alice nodded a bit dubiously. "That's agreed, then. I want you to sign the contract down here..." Alice saw to her dismay how she stepped to the desk, where she was told to sit down and given a pen. Without as much as reading the paper she signed where Mr Townes asked her to. "Alright," he said. "The contract stipulates that you be living here. There will be no outside contacts for our staff." He rang the bell. The butler appeared; he was told to get Mrs Jones, the housekeeper. Mrs Jones came into the library and curtsied. "Jenny," Juliette said, "This is a list of Alice's tasks. I want you take Alice to her room and go through the list with her. Show her what to wear and get her to start her work." "Yes, ma'am," Mrs Jones said. She curtsied again and beckoned to Alice to follow her. In Alice's room Mrs Jones told Alice to undress. "I'll have to keep you outside clothes," she said. "In here you'll wear the clothes provided for you. Your suitcase has been put away until your contract ends - we'll supply you with all you need." "But -" "But me no buts, young lady - you will behave in line with the contract. All you could possibly need is in here; in the course of time there may be more things. Now will you undress, please?" Alice complied. She quickly took off her clothes with her back to Mrs Jones. She stopped at her underwear. she was glad she bought a new set. It was a comfortable white cotton set, with no frills, intended for long use. "I told you to undress. This underwear will have to come off as well." When Alice was naked Mrs Jones told her to go and have a shower, and to remove all body hair. "Including you pubic hair, please!" Alice wanted to get up and shout, but she couldn't for the ropes. It gave her the creeps and she could not believe she could be so stupid. It couldn't be her there, could it? But to all appearances it definitely was... The camera even followed her into the bathroom where she shaved her armpits, her legs and her pussy and washed and showered carefully. There was a notice on the wall next to the mirror that laid out the instructions for her make-up, and she carefully followed them. When she came back into the room her clothes had been laid out on the double bed. "Let me have a look at you - Hmm, yes. That's well done! You can get dressed now," the housekeeper said. Alice did. She put on a pair of panties that were white, frilly and so diaphanous that they only produced a kind of white veil over her buttocks - they didn't leave anything to the imagination. She then picked up the garterbelt they'd put out for her. "Always wear the straps inside your panties, please - part of the rules and regulations." Alice got red, but she did as she was told. She rolled the stockings up her legs and fastened the clips. The thin, white bra followed. Next came a loose white blouse, with a band of soft elastic around the low neckline, a short frilly underskirt, and finally a black satin maid's dress. Its skirt was even shorter than the underskirt - whenever Alice moved her ass cheeks were displayed. "I hope you can walk on heels," Mrs Jones said. "If not you'll have to learn fast..." She pointed at a pair of impossibly high-heeled red shoes with thin ankle straps and open toes. Alice put them on. She tried walking on them; the first few steps were a little hesitant, but she apparently was a natural, for she did keep her poise in them very well. Alice shivered. Her image on the screen looked like a tart, she thought. How could she! She never bought anything but plain white cotton, and always dressed sensibly... Even the garter belt and stocking were awful, weren't they? They did make her feel sexy alright - but she didn't want to feel sexy. "Excellent. Now let me explain..." Alice didn't want to see that bit, and to her relief it wasn't on the DVD. The screen turned blank for a moment. When it lit up again she saw herself in the library, dusting the skirting boards. She didn't think they could have been very dusty; it apparently was simply to allow Mr Townes to have a good look at her bend over to reach them. Even on the TV screen Alice could clearly see her pussy lips in detail through the white panties, and the elastic of the blouse was so loose that she could look straight into her own cleavage. Admittedly, she looked sexy enough... but the degradation! She was fuming inside. Damn that gag! It seemed nothing happened. The next scene showed Mr and Mrs Townes at table. Alice saw herself enter with a tray, which she put on the sideboard; then she took a bottle off the tray and walked to the table to pour the wine. She first poured Juliette's glass, and then she stepped up to Mr Townes, and filled his glass, too. "Stop there for a moment, Alice," he said. "You can put the bottle on the table." She stood still and put the bottle down. "I do have to get a closer look at that tantalising bottom of yours," he said, and he lifted her skirt a little - more than that wasn't really necessary - to show her firm , round ass in the thin white panties. "Hmmm," he said. "Beautiful!" He felt her bottom with his right hand, and then moved between her legs. The panties Alice wore had no cotton gusset, and so her pussy lips were only separated from his fingers by the thinnest of materials. She stood stiffly upright; she moved one foot a little so Mr Townes had a better access to her intimate self. "Yes, there's a good girl," he said. "Please pull those panties to the side, will you?" Alice did. The camera zoomed in on Mr Townes's hand for a moment. From her cushion Alice could watch him feel her up, slowly, as if not to miss any crack or fold. He ran his fingers through the rill between her inner and outer pussy lips, and then he slowly pushed his index finger inside; he started to fingerfuck her while rubbing her clit with his thumb. Alice stood respectfully upright. She was squirming a little, though. The camera returned to a larger shot. Mr Townes had freed his cock from his trousers. He had an impressive organ that stood up stiff and straight, and Juliette was doing something with her left hand under her skirts. Alice couldn't see exactly what, but she had a good idea. On the screen Alice's eyes grew dark. Suddenly her eyes turned away while she stiffened and shuddered, biting her lips to suppress a scream. "Oh my," Mr Townes said. "You did come hard, Alice... Go and let us have some more wine." He put his fingers to his nose and sniffed. "Juliette?" Alice closed her legs and did as she was told. Juliette got up off her chair. She smiled at Alice and straddled her husband; she wore no panties and let herself down onto his cock with a deep sigh. "Go now, girl," she said. "Go and have a shower." "Yes, ma'am," Juliette said. "Thank you, sir!" She curtsied and left the room. The woman stopped the DVD for a moment. "Are you alright?" she said. "you look flabbergasted - didn't you realise you like sex? Or is it that you didn't expect you would enjoy being fingerfucked in front of someone else? But you would, wouldn't you?" She put her hand between Alice's legs. "You wet pussy denies the horror in your eyes, baby," she added. "And just look at your nipples..." She smiled sweetly at Alice, who would have loved to hit her, hadn't she been restrained. The woman seemed to be able to read her thoughts. "You're not honest to yourself, baby," she said. Then she pressed the remote again. Alice was shown entering the shower. She dropped her panties into the wash basket, washed herself extensively, and then she dressed again, putting on fresh panties. When she was dressed again she consulted her do-list. "10:00 evening room - evening tea to be served," she muttered. There was a clock over the bed; it was only 7:30. Alice looked around the room and investigated. She started with the wardrobe. Apart from a whole series of maid's uniforms there were a few rather revealing dresses that she looked at with raised eyebrows. The top drawer contained bras, the middle one panties. The bottom one held garter belts and stockings. She tried to find a pair of pyjamas, but there were none. Eventually she lifted the bed covers, and saw something red on the pillow. She picked it up; it was a kind of baby doll that was completely diaphanous. On the bedside table there were a few books. She sat down to have a look at them; they were uniformly of a rather outspoken nature. So was the content of the drawer, which held a packet of paracetamols and a generous selection of sex toys. She sat down with one of the books. It must have been exciting, judging by the flush that appeared on her face. The next scene showed Alice entering the evening room. It was an elegant, elongated room with a spinet and flowery wallpaper. There was a fire burning in the hearth. The cream-coloured curtains were closed, and the Towneses were sitting near the fire talking. She was wearing an expensive-looking red dress, and her husband was formally clad in white tie. Alice carried a tray with a tea service, cakes and a small bottle of brandy. She put the tray on a side table and bent over to pour the tea, with a generous splash of brandy - a rather bigger one for Mr Townes than for Juliette, though. She curtsied, took the cups to her employers and put them down near their chairs. "Alice?" "Yes, ma'am." "Jones said you're beautiful. I'm inclined to believe her - but I'd like to see so with my own eyes." "Ma'am?" "Take off that dress, will you?" "Yes, ma'am." Alice undid the buttons of her bodice and the small zip in the narrow part of the flaring miniskirt. Then she lifted the dress over her head and carefully hung it over her left underarm. "Put it over the chair back." "Yes, ma'am." "Now turn around slowly." Alice did. It was plain to see the treatment aroused her. Hher nipples stood stiff and proud out from her breasts, notwithstanding the bright fire in the room - it must be nice and hot there. "Take off the rest, too - no, you can keep your shoes and stockings on." Alice took off the underskirt, revealing her thin panties. Her bra and panties followed suit. "Shall I take off the garter belt, too?" "Er, no please. Turn around once more." The woman whispered into Alice's ear, "Aren't they lucky to have so beautiful a willing, sweet woman for a live-in fuckdoll? Look at her breasts..." The nipples on Alice's breast seemed to be even larger that they'd appeared through her bra. "Look at her face - she doesn't dislike being treated like a slut!" Juliette looked at her hard. Then she broke into a big smile. "Mrs Jones was a bit sparing with her praise - you are really and truly beautiful." She beckoned to Alice to come over, and when she saw close enough she felt her breasts. "Yes," she said. "As I thought and hoped; no artifice there. Alice?" "Ma'am?" "Mr Townes had his way with me this evening..." She got up from her chair and went to her husband. She sat down on the armrest of his chair, bent over and undid his fly. Then she took out his cock and rubbed it lovingly for a moment. It stood up firmly, angrily red, big and bloated. "Look," she said. "He is still horny. Fuck him." Alice expected her image to go and leave the room now. But instead she walked over to Mr Townes. "Do you want me to mount you, sir?" Mr Townes got up. "No," he said. "Variety etcetera - lie down on that couch, please. On your back!" Alice did. She opened her legs wide and drew her knees up, offering her pussy to Mr Townes' cock. Alice saw that she must be very aroused indeed - her pussy was soaking wet, and the outer lips all puffed up and purple. She groaned. Was she really going to let herself be fucked like that? She was. Mr Townes quickly came to life. He knelt close to Alice's bottom on the bed, grabbed his cock and ran the tip along her slit. Juliette sat on the far armrest of the couch, near Alice's face. She watched the proceedings with interest and began kneading Alice's breasts and nipples. Mr Townes pressed his fat cock into Alice's pussy. Alice gasped as his balls hit her bottom - you could hear them slap against her. She clasped her legs around his back and began moving her hips. "That's it, hussy - fuck me back! Yes! Yes!" Alice felt herself go even moister. She was certain the cushion she was kneeling on must end up showing large moisture rings. Her breasts felt so taut it hurt, and she groaned into the gag. The woman felt between her buttocks and adjusted something - and the butt plug started vibrating. Just a little - so little it was nothing but a distant indication of motion. It did add to her feeling of arousal and discomfort, though. "You like this, don't you? You can deny it for all you're worth - but I can see by your breasts and pussy that you're getting as aroused as you are on the screen. You wish you were being fucked instead of sitting here with not even a chance to touch yourself... Look how happy she is!" She did look happy, Alice thought. She was lying on the couch, being fucked out of her mind with her eyes closed and a wide smile on her face. Juliette looked at her husband fuck Alice. "Good work, George," she said. "Give it to her hard... Make that hussy scream!" She bent over and kissed Alice on the lips; then she sought her tongue. Alice had never thought she could kiss another woman, but Juliette's attempts met with apparent enthusiasm, and Alice had to admit to herself it looked damn sexy. The camera panned in on the duelling tongues, and the footage of her own mouth with its shiny red lipstick half open to admit Juliette's tongue was enough to send her straight over the edge. She had to close her eyes and regain her breath... When she opened them again the picture was still there; the woman had stopped the DVD player when she orgasmed. She pressed the button again and the DVD continued. Mr Townes now bent over Alice to suck her nipples, and then he shoved his knees under her bottom and picked up speed. It was almost too hot a sight for Alice. She was still trembling with her first orgasm and she felt absolutely burning with envy - she knew it was herself, but she wished, she wished she was getting that cock up her fuckhole hard... While Alice on the screen and Mr Townes got if off as if there were no tomorrow, the woman put the butplug on full speed, making Alice go completely week inside. "Wouldn't you like to touch your clit?" she asked. Alice could only nod vehemently. "Ok," the woman said. "You have asked for it..." She showed Alice a small, black plastic box with a button, and she turned it slowly, slowly, just a little at first. The thing pressed on Alice's clit began to buzz. "It's called a butterfly.... I love them, you know," she said, offering Alice a malicious smile. Alice sat helplessly watching herself be fucked, long and hard, while the two toys brought her relentlessly to her next orgasm. It did take some time after the first one, though. On the screen she saw herself come. She half rose and let out a shriek, and then slumped back, and Mr Townes pulled out his cock and shot his load all over Alice's face. Juliette grinned at him and rubbed some goo into Alice's hair, before bending over and slowly licking her face clean with a pointed tongue. Alice just lay spent, looking at her employers with a tired smile. Alice thought it looked incredibly sexy. She watched breathlessly, her eyes glued to the screen... Eventually the woman turned the butterfly to its highest speed. It was more than Alice could bear, and she came with a vengeance. She felt her thighs go wet, and and as the screen went black she almost keeled over. The woman grabbed her shoulders. "Now that was quite something, wasn't it?" she said as she removed the gag from Alice's mouth. "Oh, to be fucked like that, er?" "Please," Alice said. "Please!" Hot Dreams of Alice Pt. 03 The woman gave Alice something to eat and drink. Alice decided the drink would probably be spiked, but she was too thirsty not to drink it all down deeply. She vaguely remembered having seen someone drink somebody's cum - that wouldn't make you go all wobbly, she thought. Drinking cum... Clinking rum... Blinking bum... She didn't know how long she'd been away, and whoever was there now probably wouldn't tell. That much was clear enough to her... She was sitting in a chair. The leather of the seat felt cold; her arms were tied to the arm rests and her ankles were strapped to the chair legs, so that her pussy, which was positioned exactly over the edge of the seat, was exposed to each and anyone's view. Fortunately there didn't seem to be many people around... The gag was back into place. The room seemed empty. But eventually she heard someone move behind her. "Hi, girl," she heard. "Hmmm, you sure look good!" It was a feminine voice with a strange tinge to it. She craned her head to see - but she couldn't turn her head enough. "Do you want to see me?" Alice nodded. She heard footsteps on the hard floor. Someone appeared in sight. Another girl, Alice thought at first. She had beautiful long black hair, and great breasts, enveloped in a very sexy see-through bra; she wore black stockings and thin panties - and she saw that there were a cock and balls in them, not hard as yet, but unmistakably a cock, and a fair sized, and probably quite a serviceable one, too. "I'm afraid I was born like this... I feel I'm a woman. Just think of me as Joanie," the person said. "OK?" Alice nodded again. "On with the show," Joanie said cheerfully. "Some more subconscious ideas of yours. Enjoy!" Enjoy alright, Alice thought sourly. Watching yourself doing all sorts of shocking things without even having as much as the fun of it... Joanie sat down on a low stool next to her and picked up the remote. "Here goes!" The now familiar titles appeared: "Hot Dreams of Alice," followed by "In Service - Day Two." Alice first saw her bedroom, where Mrs Jones laid out her clothes for the day. They were quite similar to yesterday's ones but for the underwear which was black and clearly designed not to cover her essential parts. When she was ready Alice emerged from the bathroom, made up and freshly showered. "Here's today's dress," Mrs Jones said. "There's a list of your tasks on the table. Mrs Townes will be leaving for London at around ten, by the way. She will not be back until tomorrow. Ok?" Alice nodded and Mrs Jones left the room. She began to dress, beginning with her stockings and garter belt. When she rolled the stockings up her legs Alice could see her pussy. It looked somewhat swollen already, she thought, probably due to the sexual tension in that household... Next came the panties. They were very small and didn't have any material where it was really needed, leaving her pussy and anus open to the air. The bra was of a similar cut. It had a kind of small plateaux that supported her breasts; they were otherwise naked. Alice thought that her self in the bedroom didn't really dislike wearing it, for her nipples grew hard as she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She picked up the blouse. It was a similar one to the day before, ruffled, white, with a loose elastic in the neck. It fell nicely around her naked breasts, yet was tight enough to indicate her nipples, and it was slightly diaphanous; her breast shimmered a little through the material. The black satin maid's dress was a little different, too - a white frilly edge had been stitched into the skirt to give the impression of an underskirt, and the whole skirt was even shorter than yesterday. It also showed a tendency to ride up her back, and she had to pull it down every now and then. If she didn't bear herself like a queen, she would show her bare pussy to the world. She went over to the table and picked up the task-list. "Study first, to be hoovered and dusted," she said. "Ok." The picture shifted and Alice was shown entering the study, carrying a duster and a vacuum cleaner. The bottom of her buttocks showed under her skirt; she had no way of pulling down the dress with her hands full. It was a disturbing sight, alice thought, those white orbs with the shiny black straps running tautly across them, down to her stocking tops. She dusted all surfaces, efficiently and fast, and then started hoovering the floor. Mrs Townes walked into the study, greeting Alice kindly. She was carrying a small tray, and when she was halfway the room she made as to trip over the flex of the vacuum cleaner. She dropped the tray and its contents spilled all over the floor. Alice was working with her eyes to the floor, so she didn't see it happen. "Oh dear," Mrs Townes said. "I've dropped my pearls! My necklace got broken last night and I wanted to put them in the cupboard in here. Alice, dear, be so good and pick them up, will you? I have to hurry." "Yes, ma'am," Alice said. "Thank you," Mrs Townes said, and she left the room. Alice went down on her knees. As she did so the dress crept up half-way her back. She tried to pull it down but it didn't work; it crept back at once. She apparently gave up and crawled across the floor in search of the pearls that had rolled all over the carpet, under the desk, under the bookcase, the various chairs... The camera showed her whole slit, and her puckered rosebud in the frame of the sides of her panties, sitting sprucely between her legs, lined by the garter straps. Her breasts, hanging loosely in her blouse, shook a little as she crawled back and forth with the tray within reach. Now and then she straightened her back; it had been a long, triple necklace and there were lots and lots of pearls everywhere. The door of the study, which must have been well-oiled, for it opened inaudibly, admitted Mr Townes into the room. He looked at Alice hunting for the pearls with a small smile, and Alice could see his cock grow in his pants. She shook her head and she realised she didn't really know if she abhorred what was going on or if she wanted to be there, to be fucked soon by Mr Townes... Alice didn't notice anything. She methodically worked at retrieving the fallen pearls in the far corner of the room that was getting the smallest amount of the morning light. Mr Townes softly shut the door. He turned the key in the lock and walked over to a strategically placed chair, where he sat down, smiling at Alice's back. When Alice had picked up all the pearls in the part of the room she tackled first, she got up and noticed Mr Townes. She blushed fiercely. "Oh, I'm sorry, sir," she said. "I hadn't heard you come in." "No, I noticed that. Did you drop those? I don't hold with clumsiness." Alice blushed even harder. "No, sir," she said. Mr Townes raised his eyebrows. "I don't want my staff to be lying to me, young lady," he said threateningly. "I didn't, sir, I really didn't. Mrs Townes dropped the tray they were on this morning." Mr Townes raised his eyebrows. "Did she now?" he said. "Hmm..." He looked at Alice's flushed face. "You do look quite attractive, blushing like that," he said. "I'll ask Juliette - and if, as I hope, you're right I won't have to take measures. I'm afraid that your crawling up and down this room has made it paramount to do something about the state of my member, though. I'm leaking and aching for your cunt. Come along." Alice curtsied and followed Mr Townes, who unlocked the door again, out of the room. "Please walk ahead of me," he said. "I love looking at you move. To your bedroom, please." Alice walked down the corridor; then she went up the stairs, giving Mr Townes a lovely view of her private parts. When she arrived at her bedroom she respectfully opened the door for him. "Thank you," he said. "Come in." As soon as Alice had closed the door behind her Mr Townes got his cock out. He stroked himself while looking at the young woman who stood to attention in the room, waiting for her orders. "Please bend over for a moment," he said. "I want to have another good look at that marvellous ass." Alice spun on her heels and bent over, grabbing her ankles with her hands. "Yes, that's it. Hold it, please." Looking at the TV screen Alice thought her face would probably be just as flushed as her filmed counterpart. She was eagerly anticipating the couple touching, and she wished devoutly she were in that room. If only she could just finger herself... She looked at Joanie for a moment. She had taken her cock from her panties and sat slowly stroking its length, her eyes glued to the TV screen. Oh dear - It just wasn't fair! Mr Townes felt Alice's bottom, slowly and extensively. He ran his hands from her ass cheeks to her slit, and touched her swollen nub. It made a shiver run through her, but she kept standing motionlessly, allowing Mr Townes free access to her cunt and anus. He smiled and slapped her bottom once. "You can stand up again," he said. Alice did, and she turned round to find Mr Townes undressing. She had not seen him naked before. He was athletically built but not over-muscular, and quite attractive, Alice thought. She strained at the cords round her wrists and ankles, but it only caused her discomfort so she gave up. Joanie looked at her for a moment, She smiled a little, and alice got the impression that all her thoughts were eminently readable to her. "Come here," Mr Townes said. He was completely naked now, and when Alice came within his reach he took her by her right wrist and put her hand on his cock. She held his cock in her hand and looked at it a bit uncertain. She slowly moved her hand on his member and her treatment made the shiny head emerge from its foreskin. "Why don't you suck my cock?" he said. She looked at him wide-eyed. "Suck your cock?" she repeated. "I don't know. Does your wife ever do that?" He nodded. "Oh yes," he said. "She loves it - let me show you." He switched on the large flatscreen in the bedroom, and inserted a memory stick into the TV. The screen immediately got almost filled with the image of Juliette's face. She had her eyes closed, and she put a butterfly kiss on the tip of her husband's cock. She slowly let the head of his cock disappear between her red lipsticked lips until you could still see the rim between the head and the stem, and then let it slip out of her mouth again. She opened her eyes and looked at the cock in front of her eyes. A slow drop of precum appeared on its tip, and she touched it with her index finger and smeared the drop across the purple tip. Alice wondered if her own image on the screen would follow suit, but Mr Townes stood behind her, so she couldn't. He lifted the short skirt of her maid's uniform and ran his hands over her buns, and she pressed her bottom his way. The view briefly shifted to the front. Mr Townes raised his arms and pushed the frilly white blouse down, revealing her breasts, presented to his hands on the quarter-cup bra. Her nipples looked taut and swollen, and Mr Townes rolled them between his thumbs and index fingers before dropping them to her bottom again. When the skirt rose again Alice saw her pussy lips pout from the two sides of the split-crotch panties. It was hard to concentrate on one thing. There was the play within the play of Juliette sucking her husband's cock - she'd wrapped her hand around him and was bobbing up and down now - and there was Mr Townes pushing his cock between her own legs. Her image put a hand down between her legs and pressed his cock home. Mr Townes legs stiffened for a moment. Then he adjusted his attitude to her height and started to fuck her slowly, holding her elbows to steady her. He soon picked up speed, and Alice saw his cock glide in and out of her pussy, glistening wet, and very, very stiff. She was glad her own juices could be wiped off the leather seat... The Alice on the screen started panting heavily, in rhythm with Mr Townes, whom she could hear twice, fucking her and being sucked by his wife. On the other screen Juliette was deepthroating her husband. She started humming softly, and Alice could hear him groan... Mr Townes stopped for a moment. He lifted Alice in his arms, went to the bed and deposited her onto the covers, facing the TV screen on her hands and knees, and started fucking her in earnest. Her heavy breasts swung back and forth, and her white buttocks in the black garter straps appeared under the black satin maid's dress she was still wearing. He held her hips and made her meet his thrusts, and she was moaning with the joy of it. Mr Townes felt for her breasts, and he apparently pinched her nipples hard, for Alice saw her image flinch. But it only served to make her rock back harder. Mr Townes' breathing started to go ragged. On the screen Juliette had taken his cock from her mouth and was pumping his shaft with her hands, her wide-open mouth close to the tip. Within seconds there was a roar as his cock , in close-up, spewed forth his cum, to be greedily swallowed by his wife's immaculately painted mouth. Alice saw him erupt. On the bed, she saw his buttocks contract almost at the same time... He let out another roar and pulled Alice's bottom into his pelvis. She let out a scream and collapsed onto the mattress from her hips on down. Mr Townes stayed motionless for a little while; then re retracted. The camera focussed on Alice's cunt, showing Mr Townes white sperm leak from the smoothly shaven lips... She stayed lying there for a little while while regaining her breath. Then she got up off the mattress and stood beside the bed. She looked at Mr Townes, curtsied and said, "Thank you, sir!" The TV screen grew dark. Joanie stopped the DVD for a moment. "I'll let you have a glass of water," she said, "but the programme hasn't finished yet." She removed the gag from alice's mouth and held the glass to her lips. She drank greedily, for her throat was dry as dust, and she hoped it would help to make her feel less hot. As soon as she had drained the glass Joanie put the ball back into place. "The next part is after dinner," she said. "Nothing of note happened for the rest of the day. I don't know, but you smell as if you like what you see?" The DVD was put into motion again. The screen lit up and showed the interior of Alice's bedroom. It was empty, but you could hear the shower running. Then it stopped and after a little while she came into the room, with a towel wrapped around her. She hung it over a rack and pulled back the bedclothes. On the pillow she found the nightdress assigned to her for that night. It was red and very see-through, and consisted of a top with cups and a frilled piece to cover her to her buttocks, and a matching pair of panties. It had two shiny pieces of piping from the top hem to her bottom that closed with little ribbons tied in bows. She undid one of the ribbons and the piping came apart, so she redid the bow. Then she put her legs into them. When she was dressed she slipped between the sheets and opened the book she'd been reading the day before. Alice wondered if she was expected to watch her read, but after only half a minute or so she heard a key turn in the lock and Mr townes came in. Alice started at his sudden appearance, but she didn't let on. "Good evening, sir," she said. "Er... I'm not dressed, I'm afraid." She blushed. "Please come here, Alice," he said. "I'd like to have a good look at you again." Alice swung her legs out of her bed, and stepped on to the small carpet in front of her bed. She put her arm alongside her body and stood facing her employer, with her eyes cast down. "Beautiful," he said. "Most beautiful; and that nightdress is very becoming. You look very sexy - but you could look even more so. Wait." He walked to her bedside table and got out a large, flexible dildo. It was flesh-coloured and shaped like a big cock, with a suction cup at the bottom end. "Take this," he said. She took it from him. It was quite large, and it looked obscene in her hands, Alice thought. "Now make the cup wet under the tap, and press it to the floor here, please." Alice disappeared for a moment. Then she returned with the artificial cock and fixed it to the floor. "Right," Mr Townes said. "Now I want you to sit on your knees with your cunt over the head, and try to take some of it in. Wait - there's some KY jelly somewhere..." He rummaged in the drawer and applied some jelly to the dildo. "Ok then," he said. Alice hooked her thumbs into the side of her panties. "No. Keep those on. Just undo those bows." Alice did, and the she sat down on the floor on her knees and wiggled her bottom until the tip of the cock touched her labia. It was some sixteen inches long, so she sat up rather high. She felt for the tip between her legs and placed the head at her opening. Alice could see the tip disappear slowly between her image's pussy lips. It must be very uncomfortable, she thought - much too big and thick and long - but it certainly was obscenely sexy, and she got very aroused by the thought of having tried that some time that week. It was hard to admit as much to herself, but the smell of her own arousal and the moisture seeping down into the crack between her ass cheeks clearly told their own tale. "Good girl," Mr Townes said. "Yes - that's even sexier! Did you pay attention to the film footage of Juliette sucking me this morning?" "Yes, sir." Alice saw she was trying to go down on the dildo a little more, but was rather difficult, it seemed. "Did you like watching it? "Yes, sir." "Would you have like to trade places with Juliette? "Maybe, sir." "Ok then - suck me off now." He dropped his trousers and boxers. Alice got up off her knees to go to him, but he said, "No, no - just stay there. Put that thing back into place." Alice knelt down again and lowered her bottom back onto the dildo. It entered her a little further, and she gasped. Mr townes stood a foot away from her. "Never use your teeth, please." "No, sir." She licked her lips - whether to moisten them or in anticipation alice didn't know - and looked up at him. He pressed his cock against her lips, and she formed an O with her lips and pressed them around the tip. "You can hold my hips," Mr Townes announced. Alice did, and she slowly sucked the tip into her mouth. She concentrated hard. slowly she let him enter her mouth until about half way, then she released him and tried again. "Can I use my hands, sir?" she said. "Of course," Mr Townes answered. "Yes - yes. Please give it some tongue..." Alice started sucking him in earnest. She must have attended well when the film footage of her employers was played; she rubbed his cock between her hands, wetted it with her spittle, rolled her tongue around it and went for him with apparent enthusiasm. It looked great, Alice thought. She concentrated hard on the view of that cock disappearing into her mouth - and then she suddenly noticed that the dildo had disappeared into her cunt for a good eight to ten inches. Jeez, she thought. She'd never thought anything like that could be accommodated by her at all. Alice let the cock slip out of her mouth and licked the length of it lovingly. she cupped his balls in her hand, and sucked them into her mouth. Mr Townes groaned. She looked up at him and smiled, and then she started bobbing her head up and down his cock again, and as she did so Alice saw that she rode the dildo like a real cock. It was shining wet and Alice wished it was there with her, in her pussy, at that very time. Mr Townes breathing became a little laboured; he started panting and puffing, and Alice looked up at him and smiled. Hot Dreams of Alice Pt. 03 The Alice's eyes almost popped out of her head as she saw her image slowly but surely press her face all the way into Mr Townes stomach, taking his cock down her throat to the hilt. Not even Juliette had done so! "Alice... " Mr Townes panted. Then he pulled his cock out of Alice's mouth and erupted on to her breasts, in seven white spurts. "Wow," he said. "Well done, baby - My oh my!" Alice kept kneeling before him; she allowed herself to go down as deeply as she could. She scooped up Mr Townes cum and put it to her tongue. When she'd more or less cleaned herself, Mr Townes told her to get up. She slowly rose, and the dildo slipped out of her with a kind of pop. "Good," he said. "See you tomorrow. sleep tight!" Alice's face fell. "Please, sir," she said. "I don't want to be fresh - but I haven't come yet. Could you please, please fuck me? Please?" Mr Townes broke into a wolfish smile. "If you don't mind taking it up the ass, I'm on," he said. Alice looked at him gratefully. "Oh no," she said, and she positioned herself on the bed on her hands and knees. "Please!" Then the screen went blank. "Sorry," Joanie said. "That's it." He looked at Alice who sat writhing in her chair. "Anything I can do for you?" Alice nodded hard. "Ok then, tell me -" Joanie removed the gag. "Oh please," Alice said, almost in tears. "Please, fuck me - I can't stand all this any longer! Please!" Joanie redid the gag, and Alice, who thought that was it, started crying silently. But then, to her relief, she walked over to the front of the chair and positioned herself between her legs. She rubbed her cock along Alice's slit, picking up quite enough moisture to facilitate an easy passage. "Ready?" she said. Alice nodded and Joanie plunged forward. Alice felt her touch her cervix; and the warmth of her cock and the feeling of being filled was so intense she had to close her eyes. Joanie fucked her considerately and hard, touching her breasts in a way only a woman could, and bringing her to a climax within minutes. She apparently had been just as aroused as Alice herself, for they came together. Alice felt the hot cum spurt into her pussy, and she felt immensely grateful. Joany let her body subside over Alice's. Alice could feel her breasts on her legs; she stayed in that position for nearly ten minutes. Then she got up. "Now wasn't all that awful and obscene?" she said. Alice couldn't answer, but she shook her head slowly. It was obscene, but it was sexy, too - and she was rather inclined to think it was very nice.