Fifty Shades of Alice Through the Looking Glass (Second Book of the 50 Shades of Alice Trilogy)

surprised by how stiff they already were.
    “Moan a little.”
    She moaned. But everything was feeling so good, Alice couldn’t tell if her moan was for the camera, or entirely natural.
    “Good. Very sexy. Now thrust your hips.”
    Alice did, and soon her hips were moving on their own accord. She continued to pinch and moan, and now Hatta’s pants were off and he was stroking himself with his non-camera hand.
    “Take the Sqweel,” the Queen said. “Use it as you see fit.”
    Alice hesitated. “I’ve… I’ve never really used toys with another woman before.”
    “Never had vibrator parties with your girlfriends, where you practiced French kissing and deep throating cucumbers?”
    Alice shook her head.
    “You missed out,” the Queen said. “But we’re catching up now. This switch controls the speed. Just move it in whatever direction you fancy.”
    Alice took the Sqweel and followed the Queen’s instructions. She tried sideways. She tried sideways in the opposite direction. She varied the pressure. She switched it to its top speed, and felt the familiar pressure building in her loins. Requiring no further direction, she gyrated and panted and cooed and pinched her nipples harder than she ever had before.
    “Amazing,” Haigha said. “You are so sexy when you’re aroused, Alice.”
    “Imagine all the men who will be watching this,” Hatta added. “They’ll all be stroking themselves, wishing they could be licking you in place of the Sqweel.”
    Yes, she could feel their eyes. She could feel their tongues.
    How many people will watch this movie and get off?
Alice thought. She moved the Sqweel as Hatta zoomed in close enough to lick her himself.
    “Arch your back, Alice. Stick out those incredible breasts.”
    “You’re so beautiful. Come for the camera, Alice.”
    Haigha got so close to Alice that his lens was almost touching her cheek. Alice tried to imagine what she looked like, to picture who would be watching this movie later, and that added to her mounting pleasure. Then the Queen was at Alice’s breasts, and Alice panicked for a moment, thinking it was the needle.
    But it wasn’t. The Queen held two small, purple objects.
    “Nipple clamps,” she said. “The weights have vibrators in them.”
    First the Queen attached one to the right nipple, then to the left. The pressure was just on the cusp of being painful, but instead it made her very aware of her nipples, and even more aware of the camera. Then the Queen squeezed the clamps and the vibrators roared to life, sending an electric burst of stimulation coursing through Alice’s body.
    “Oh my. Oh my, oh my, OH!”
    Sqweel lapping between her legs, nipples buzzing, Hatta and Haigha caressing her body with their cameras like voyeuristic lovers, Alice could no longer hold it in.
    The orgasm crashed through Alice before she was prepared for it, her lower body lifting up off the chair, her hips bucking against the Sqweel and its relentless, delicious tongue-lashing. A moment later, Alice was penetrated by something long and thick, and it pumped in and out of her with the Queen holding its base. Alice rode out the orgasm, then reluctantly pulled away the Sqweel to see what was being done to her.
    The Queen was plunging a flesh-colored dildo into her, over and over, and it felt very good indeed. But Alice was confused, because it seemed to be attached to something that looked like a large ray gun.
    “It’s a Drilldo,” the Queen said. “Watch.”
    The Queen held the device inside Alice, and then there was a loud
WHIR
followed by them most curious sensation.
    The dildo was spinning!
    Indeed, the Drilldo was a common dildo attached by some means to a cordless drill. It rotated within her, like Alice was being drilled, but with a much more nerve-tingling result. If Alice had thought her orgasm was peaking, the Drilldo had other ideas. Starting slow, no more than a full turn per second, Alice felt the dildo’s fat head churn against her G-spot, teasing it over and over. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and though her juices were flowing aplenty, the Queen had apparently slicked it down with more lube because the action was delightfully smooth.
    Then it began to pick up speed.
    Alice reached her hands out, fingers spread, her eyelids fluttering. She had always wondered what it would feel like to spin upon a man’s stiff member, and the sensation didn’t disappoint. Just as she began to hit another crescendo, her nub