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?”
“Excuse me?”
“How many times did you come, Alice? We need to make sure we got all the potion out.”
“I… well… I guess I’m not sure. I mean, there was at least two, but it may have been more than two. It was all so intense I don’t know if it was a bunch close together, or one really long one that wouldn’t end. I don’t have any experience in this area.”
“You mean you’ve never come before?”
Alice shook her head.
“Well then, we’re going to have to take some drastic measures to be sure you no longer have any of the potion in you. Apologies, dear Alice.”
“Apologies? Heavens, what for?”
Pilar produced another length of rope from his bag. He began to wind it around the Hitachi wand.
“Pilar, what are you doing?”
Without answering, he tied the vibrator to Alice’s waist, so it hung between her legs, the soft ball pressing her swollen lips.
“We won’t bother with the teasing this time. I have some chores to do around the house. Yell for me when you get to-I don’t know-fifteen. That should be enough.”
He switched on the vibrator, instantly making Alice cry out. She squirmed and struggled against it, but there was no way to escape the sensations.
“Pilar, please… I’ll go mad.”
“You’ll do fine, Alice dear.”
Alice thrashed. “It’s too intense!”
He put the black dildo back into her mouth, and then found another, even larger, dildo in his bag. It had a thick, elastic strap on the end of it. He forced it up into Alice, filling her completely, and fastened the strap around her thigh so it stayed in place. Already the pleasure began to overpower Alice, the orgasm building rapidly.
“I’ll check on you in half an hour,” Pilar said.
A half hour? That was torture! Her eyes implored him not to go, but at the same time Alice didn’t want to spit out the dildo. The sensations were overpowering.
“Let me tell you how beautiful you look, suffering like this. I should call in the townspeople, sell tickets for them to watch.”
Alice shook her head, mentally begging him not to do that. She would never be able to handle such humiliation.
Pilar chuckled to himself, walking away as the orgasm swallowed her.
Chapter 3
The half hour went by quickly, and yet lasted longer than a lifetime. When Pilar returned and untied her, Alice’s legs felt like rubber, and she could barely walk. She wanted nothing more than to curl up near the fire in his cozy cabin, sip peppermint tea, and then sleep the afternoon away.
“Goodbye now,” he said, throwing open the door.
Alice pouted. “Can’t I stay?”
“No.”
“But I want to stay. Here. With you.” She’d only just met the man, yet he’d given her everything she’d longed for, everything and much she hadn’t even known existed. “Please?”
“Don’t be silly, Alice. You have things to do, and so do I. Now, go.”
Alice didn’t have things to do, at least not in this strange place, but the way he’d said it, so forceful and sure, she didn’t want to contradict. And she did want to go home. Very, very badly.
“Might I at least have something to wear?” she asked.
“Nonsense. A woman as beautiful as you, it would be a tragedy to cover you up. But the woods out there can be rough on bare skin. Just a moment.”
Alice waited, and thirty seconds later, Pilar appeared again, holding a cardboard box.
“You look to be a size seven,” he said.
A seven would be a bit tight on her, especially since her breasts still felt a bit swollen, but Alice would be thankful for any dress he gave her.
But when Pilar opened the box, it didn’t contain a dress. Or a skirt. Or pants.
It was a pair of black leather boots, with pointed heels and silver buckles at the thighs.
“Here you are,” he beamed.
Alice had never worn any such footwear. They looked to be made for strippers. Or prostitutes. But the trail was indeed rough on her bare feet, so she sat in the doorway and with great effort tugged them on.
“Magnificent,” Pilar said. “They make your legs and bottom look incredible.”
“Thank you. I-”
But he had already slammed the door.
So Alice forced her incredible-looking (but still rubbery) legs to carry her through the mushroom field, and peered up to see the sun glistening on their dew-kissed caps. She’d been in Pilar’s cottage for what seemed like an eternity, and although her balance was wobbly and the spot between her thighs deliciously sore, she didn’t feel the least bit tired.
She felt brilliant.
Alice walked in the direction Pilar had pointed, and soon she cleared the forest of mushrooms and came upon a ranch-style house with pink shutters. For a minute she stood looking at the house, wondering if whoever lived there could direct her to the path home, when suddenly a man wearing a police uniform with big lettering on his shirt stepped out of the forest and walked to the front stoop. There he set down the boom box he was carrying and simply stood, staring at the door.