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

noticed.
    But he’d dropped his gaze to her blue pumps. “Do you want to have sex with me, Alice?” he asked.
    “Very much,” Alice answered, her boldness giving her a naughty thrill.
    But Dodgson didn’t kiss her or touch her breasts or lift his gaze from her shoes. In fact, he didn’t respond to her at all.
    Alice thought that was strange, but instead of assuming her own fantasy was rejecting her, which would have either been preposterous or an indication of very low self-esteem, she decided to be more specific. “Would you like to sink your wand of passion into my pleasure well?” And to illustrate, she spread her legs a little farther apart.
    But still Dodgson didn’t react to her offer. Instead he knelt down at her feet.
    Another naughty idea popping into her mind, Alice stepped over him, giving him a good clear look at her private area and the glorious upward view of her breasts and erect nipples. She was feeling a little desperate now, and (very!) horny, and she wanted some action. “I want you to plunge your hard cock inside me.”
    He didn’t look up, his gaze still glued to her shoes.
    When even her most crude attempt at dirty talk didn’t work, Alice knew something was wrong. “Do you want to have sex with me, Dodgson?”
    “Yes, Alice.”
    “Then tell me what you want.” she finally said.
    “Step on me,” he said.
    “Excuse me?”
    Dodgson dropped down onto his back. “I want you to put your foot on me, Alice.”
    “With my heels on?”
    “At first.”
    The request was strange, certainly, but since she now had an open mind, she thought what the heck and rested her blue pump on Dodgson’s belly, right above his erection.
    He moaned.
    Alive dug her heel in a bit, twisting it, and he said, “Oh, yes.”
    Curious at how curious this was, Alice moved her shoe up to Dodgson’s face, where he—amazingly—began to suck her spiked heel. Alice was going to comment on how that was probably unsanitary, considering all the dirt paths she’d been on, but Dodgson looked deliriously happy.
    “May I sniff inside your shoe, Alice?”
    Alice shrugged. “Sure.”
    He carefully removed the pump, held it to his nose, and took deep, sighing breaths. “May I touch your foot, Alice?” he asked.
    “Knock yourself out.”
    Dodgson ran his hands across her sole, cupping her heel, pressing and kneading. His fingers separated her toes, massaging each one individually.
    “May I lick and suck your toes?”
    “Might as well.”
    And he did, and to Alice’s surprise, his massaging and licking and sucking felt wonderful. And she watched in fascination as his manhood grew hard as rock.
    “Curious,” she said, though she didn’t mean to say the word out loud.
    “Beg pardon?” Dodgson said between licks.
    “My feet seem to excite you.”
    “Your feet are glorious, Alice. Not that I don’t appreciate the rest of your charms, but your feet really turn me on.”
    “Why do you like feet so much?” she asked, truly interested to know.
    “I don’t know,” he said. “I just do. They make me hard. And yours are so beautiful and sexy, they make me want to come right now.”
    Alice shrugged. She guessed everyone had their kinks. “Would you like me to rub your staff of plenty with my toes?”
    Dodgson beamed. “Will you?”
    Alice sat on the ground, and she did. And she had to admit, it was kind of fun, too. As she toyed with his stiff manhood, she played with herself, and had an enjoyable time.
    “I’m… I’m coming…”
    Alice rubbed faster, and soon her toes were covered by his creamy essence, but before she could say anything, he had cleaned her off and was attending to her feet, massaging and sucking, all over again.
    This guy would be great to have around after a long day of shopping at the mall, but Alice had other body parts that needed attention. “That was fun Dodgson, but I’m afraid I have to go.”
    “Don’t go, Alice, I’m just getting started.”
    That may have been so, but after playing with his member and watching him come, Alice was now so horny and dripping wet she wanted some attention paid to her cave of delights, not her feet. “See ya around,” she called, and she left her pumps with him, because he seemed to like them more than she did, and then she spotted the Red King.
    He had taken off his red robe since she’d last seen him, and he was wearing nothing but his crown and a curious red rubber device that encircled his engorged manhood with one strap and his balls