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 and fast?
She watched carefully as if studying for a later exam. With Jack, perhaps?
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 and fast?
She watched carefully as if studying for a later exam. With Jack, perhaps?
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