by Liz Adams
His body was soiled with sweat, which was odd because the hallway felt cool.
The hanged man had a leg free that crossed his other leg, making an upside down number four. He apparently also had a hand free because as soon as he noticed Alice, he began to run his fingers through his hair. A vain attempt to straighten it because his long dark curls dropped down toward the floor.
Alice approached and noticed the man was about half her height. So very strange!
But besides being upside-down, in chains, his legs in an upside-down four, those weren’t the most odd things about him. The most prominent thing about him was his cock.
So this was a man’s cock? It was nothing like she expected. But what was she expecting? Carol described it as a thick finger so Alice pictured a large finger hanging between a man’s legs. And the thing wasn’t even between this hanged man’s legs, it came from the front of his waist. It was so hard, it looked ready to explode. His solid cock hung toward the floor, just as the hanged man did.
“Good evening, Miss,” the hanged man said through his bushy, grizzled beard. “Or is it mood gorning – er – good morning?”
“It’s the afternoon,” Alice squeaked. Then cleared her throat. The day was just getting stranger and stranger.
“Or is it the night time?”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s the afternoon.”
“Could be, could be…”
Alice hated him. Why won’t he listen to me?
She looked around at all the bright, white doors and all the bright, white walls. “What is this place?”
“Where you need to be.”
Alice scrunched her nose. “Why would I need to be here?”
“We all have our lessons to learn. What lesson do you need to learn?”
You don’t know a thing about how to please a man, do you? Why I bet you wouldn’t know what to do with a cock if one were in front of your face.
“What happens once I learn my lesson?” Alice asked.
“Then you can leave.”
You can’t even have an orgasm. Why would any man bother with you?
She looked at the naked man. “Then I can go home?”
“If you wish.”
Alice thought about the implications. Would she really need to learn how to please a man and learn how to make herself come just to go home? Couldn’t be. That was just stupid.
“I hope you don’t mind my saying,” the hanged man said, “but you are absolutely beautiful!”
Shallow, shallow, shallow. “Any guy who judges me by my looks is an idiot.”
“I see. But you must be in a relationship. Right?”
“No.”
“Is there someone you have your eye on?”
“Yes, though I don’t see how it’s any business of yours.”
“Why aren’t you with him?”
Alice thought of Jack and Carol. “I don’t stand a chance. I’m not pretty enough.”
“So you don’t stand a chance with men who think you’re not pretty enough. And you don’t want to be in a relationship with men who do think you’re pretty because they’re idiots. Is that right?”
“No! I just…” Actually, Alice was stumped. Why did she ignore compliments on her looks?
“Tell me,” he continued. “What is so wrong with being appreciated for your beauty?”
Alice didn’t answer. Maybe this hanged man never saw a woman before in his life. He probably didn’t know what a truly beautiful woman looked like. Maybe that was why she didn’t accept his compliments.
He said, “I’ve never seen such beautifully big hands, beautifully big arms, beautifully big legs, beautifully big eyes…”
Not much of a vocabulary. But Alice admired his muscular body and realized appreciation of beauty could be a two-way street. Did that make her a shallow idiot, too? Alice saw his cock twitch. Suddenly Alice didn’t mind being a shallow idiot.
“And lour yips – er – your lips! They’re so red, so delectable, so…luscious. If I had just a taste of your big and succulent lips, I could die a happy man.”
Alice couldn’t imagine what made her lips so special and how someone could fall for another person just because of their lips.
Then Alice thought of Jack’s lips. Now there was a pair of lips she could kiss forever.
“You really like my lips?” Alice asked.
“Oh, my dear. How could anyone not? Those big lips are like a…” He stopped.
Why did he stop? It sounded like he was going to say something romantic. Perhaps he was going to say like a red, red rose. And I should like to pluck them.
“I mustn’t,” the hanged man continued. A wave of rippling muscles crossed his abs.
“You mustn’t what? Kiss me?”
“Kiss you? Oh, but there is nothing that would please me more! But I do not expect you to do so much for me.”
That was a weird thing to say. Alice had trouble taking her eyes off the upside-down man’s aroused cock. Didn’t it hurt to stay stiff like that for so long?
“So why are you hanging?”
“That’s a very good question! Why indeed! Gravity, perhaps? Or to avoid falling and hitting my head? New hose!”
Alice scowled. “New hose?”
“Er – who knows!”
Alice sighed. “I mean – was it your choice to hang like that or did someone put you up there?”
“Ah! I know the answer to that! I chose to be here.”
“Really?”
“Or someone put me here. I just love your lips!”
Arrgh!
Alice said, “Well, which is it? You chose it or someone put you there? Can’t you make up your mind?”
“Of course not! I’m suspended! Mmm, I would die for a taste of your lips.”
“Why are you hard?” Alice blurted out motioning to his cock.
“Excuse me?”
“Your…thing. Why is it so hard?”
“Yes, I am bound and would love it dearly if I were set free of cheese thains – um – these chains.”
Alice released a breath of exasperation. Didn’t matter how built this guy was, his odd responses were infuriating.
“Never mind,” Alice said. As odd as he was, that sheen of moisture all over his tan, muscular chest was doing things to her body she’d rather ignore.
“Didn’t I answer your question?” the man said.
“You know you didn’t.”
“Could be. Which question did I knowingly not answer?”
Alice huffed. “Your thing.” She gestured to his cock again. “It’s hard. I’m wondering why you don’t soften or spurt or something. Seems like you’ve been there a while.” She mumbled this last bit.
“That’s just what I was talking about.”
Alice couldn’t pull her eyes away from his ripped abs.
“My release,” he said. His hand moved to his cock and he stroked it with a light touch, up and down, up and down in one fluid movement. “You see – I am unable to do it. I’m a prisoner of being at a constant verge of climax.”
Really? Alice looked away. He’s going to touch himself in front of me? I should just walk away. Give him some privacy. But Alice noticed her feet didn’t want to budge. Not just her feet, but her eyes, too. It was so hard to stop looking back at what he was doing. It was a full day of firsts. Alice had never seen a naked man pleasure himself before. She remembered what Jack said in her dream. You don’t know a thing about how to please a man, do you? Maybe this was a good time to learn.
Alice watched him stroke himself. She noticed how he pumped up and down, as though one direction didn’t feel any better than the other. Was that how Jack touched himself? Or did he do it differently to make himself come?
Alice shook it off. What did she care how Jack did it? It wasn’t like she would ever become intimate enough with him to find out. Carol was the beautiful one. If anyone would discover Jack’s intimate moments it would be her sister’s friend.
Alice would never have Jack,
no matter how much she wanted him. The truth was she’d probably never have any man.
You don’t know a thing about how to please a man, do you?
If she were to learn how, she’d have to take on a more hands-on approach.
She inhaled the upside down man’s sweet sweaty scent. “Would you like me to help you … be released?”
“Would you? I would be so honored to be helped by someone as beautiful as you.”
Alice smiled. At least he thought she was beautiful. If Jack didn’t think so, then maybe he’d change his mind once he just happened to find out what she’d done for this stranger. Her heart pattered in her chest.
She could just picture it:
“You did what?!” Jack would say with gritted teeth and veins bulging from his red neck. The way he’d become angry and turned on, jealous and lustful at the same time, tickled Alice. The very thought of it. Maybe Jack was the one who needed to learn his lesson.
“Come,” the hanged man said. “Let me taste your lips.”
Alice admired the thick scruff of a beard on his square jaw. His round, rich brown eyes conveyed innocence. An innocence that reminded her of how her girlfriends seemed to label her as innocent. A brand she wanted to quash.
Alice bent and tenderly kissed his tiny lips. His beard tickled.
She pulled back a bit to see his upside down expression. His eyes were half closed. He looked blissful, like her cat Dinah when Alice scratched her chin. When he opened his eyes, they popped wide. Alice saw where he was looking. Straight down her dress. She smiled. Probably never saw such “beautifully big” breasts before, either.
She kissed him again. His small lips explored her mouth, his tongue touching every surface of her lips. He pecked her, nibbled her, pressed his tongue against hers and lavished her lips with his passion. Alice pictured Jack watching all of this, and getting angrier and angrier.
She opened her eyes as she continued to kiss the hanged man, and watched him stroking his cock with fervor. Wow! He really enjoyed what she was doing to him. Recognizing this effect she had on him just by kissing him made her nipples harden.
If kissing him got him this worked up, Alice wondered how he’d react to a little more.
She closed her eyes and still kissing him, tongues entwined, she placed her hands on his chest. It was warm and moist with his sweat. His heart pounded. His chest hairs tickled her fingers as she slid her hands higher, closer to his waist. She opened her eyes.
How close could she get her fingers to his cock without actually touching it?
The hanged man broke the kiss and gasped, his hands shuttling faster along his length.
Alice brought her hands back down to his chest. She could feel his heart pounding at a steady tempo. He kissed her deeply. She wanted to see just how much he responded to her touches, but didn’t want to break the kiss.
She slid only one hand this time along his skin close to his tip. With the other hand she felt his heart speed up matching the increased tempo of his hand strokes.
Amazing that she could have such control over a man’s heartbeat. She could get a man so excited. Maybe pleasing a man wasn’t so hard after all. It’s this, Alice told herself. This is what Jack’s missing.
Alice broke the kiss, and dipped her face to his neck and then his chest, leaving a trail of little pecks along the way.
The hanged man sighed and she inched further up.
Alice’s hands pressed faster, up and down his torso as she placed kisses upon his chest. Each kiss was more like a lick that ended in a kiss. The salty sweat she tasted made her head swim.
The hanged man moaned and she inched further up.
She kissed his belly, lapping circles around his naval. Her hands reached to his thighs and caressed his legs, soft with velvety dark hair. His musky scent was stronger here. Alice squeezed her thighs together. Just the tartness of his scent made her tingle.
The hanged man groaned and she inched further up.
Alice placed kisses at his waist. Her kisses outlined the space around his shaft giving him the room he needed to continue pumping his fist along its length. She ran her hands along the insides of his thighs, and slowly drifted towards the spot between his legs. That line between his legs was hot slick with his sweat. The intimacy of getting to touch this steaming spot on a man!
Jack would never know the feeling.
Alice could make this stranger gasp, sigh, moan, and groan.
Jack would never have that experience.
Not by your fingers, a voice inside Alice said. But perhaps by Carol’s fingers…and mouth!
Alice became livid. She shoved aside the man’s hand from his cock.
He whimpered. She swallowed him whole.
“Yes!” he said. “Put that big lovely mouth around me!”
So this was it.
The first time she tasted a cock. His skin was hot. Salty. Her tongue glided across the smooth ridge on his cock’s head.
It wasn’t difficult for Alice to get the whole length inside her mouth. The entire man was small enough that she could probably fit his fist in her mouth.
Jack’s size was another story, though. Alice guessed she wouldn’t be able to swallow his full length. But if she wasn’t able to, neither was Carol.
Alice decided to do all the things to this hanged man that Carol would never be able to do on Jack, just in case Alice needed to shock Jack with tales of her own talents.
Alice suckled on his cock and angled to watch his face. He was in ecstasy, emitting sounds that could only be a sign of torture or a sign of bliss. In this case, probably both.
Alice ran her hands around his waist and grabbed his ass, a handful of firm flesh in each hand. She moved her head back and forth, imitating the hand she replaced. She swirled her tongue around his hot length. She was feeling the heat, too. Sweat collected under her breasts. Moisture dripped between her thighs.
His moans were louder now. Alice felt dizzy at the power she had over him. She could make this hanged man experience incredible pleasure with her hands and with her mouth and she could take it all away from him if she wanted to by simply stopping. She was in control.
But the power excited her too much to stop. Alice licked his cock like a lollipop. She sucked it, tongued it, slipped the tip of her tongue in the tip of his cock. Then dived completely along the shaft, taking his balls in her mouth along the way. A sensation Jack would never know.
The hanged man bellowed.
With his free hand he gripped the back of her head and shouted, “Drink me!”
Alice cupped her hand hard against her pussy. Her heart hammered out of her as if to replace her voice. I can make a man come!
Alice suckled hard at the hanged man’s cock. She was ready to swallow everything he had. Even though she’d never been with a man, she’d read enough to know what was coming next.
Then he yelled triumphant, inarticulate.
Alice felt squirt after squirt of his climax go down her throat. It tasted salty. She liked it, really liked it.
He shouted his release. More came. And kept coming. The whole time, the hanged man screamed his joy.
Alice’s mouth flooded with his essence. The room echoed the arousing sounds of his cries. His exhilaration got her so excited.
She pressed her chest as close to him as she could, hugging him. Through her dress, she rubbed her breasts against him. All the while, she kept her mouth clamped tight around him, and swallowed, sucked and drank it all down.
The hot liquid warmed inside her belly.
When Alice noticed there was nothing more to drink, she licked the surrounding seed off his shaft until it was wiped clean with her tongue. She let his cock flop out from her mouth and she sat down on the ground.
If Jack could see me now…
The hanged man’s chains rattled and released, dropping him. He hit the ground with a thud.
“Ooh!” Alice reached out to him. “Are you okay?”
The man rubbed his head. He smi
led up at Alice. “Never better, beautiful one.”
Alice was surprised to see the chains react by themselves that way. But she hardly had a moment to consider why when she noticed something even stranger. The walls were shrinking. Either the hallway was getting smaller, or she was getting bigger.
“What’s happening to me?”
“You drank me,” the man said. “Words can’t describe the beautiful woman you’re becoming.”
Her belly tingled. What was happening? The tingling spread up and down, to her pussy and nipples. She curled her toes and clutched her breasts, attempting to squeeze all the tingling out of it. Larger and larger, she grew.
Alice now had to duck so she didn’t hit the ceiling. Being this big felt wrong. Not that it was wrong to be big, but wrong for her to be big.
She didn’t deserve it.
Her skin felt like it was stretching. Something was dripping down her thighs.
“Well I’ll be a tucked foy!” The man splashed about and stared at his submerged feet. “You’re causing a little flood down here!”
“Oh! I’m sorry!” Alice squeezed her thighs together, but it just made it worse, just made her more excited. She closed her eyes at the overpowering sensations rushing through her.
“It’s not me,” she moaned. “This is not me!”
Alice had to sit down. Liquid splashed around her.
She was sitting in a pond of her own juices. Beside her, the man was swimming. Her little pond had become his lake.
The more he swam towards Alice, the more distant he became. A strong current was pulling him away from her.
“I’m afraid,” he sputtered. “I can’t…”
While distracted by the arousal washing through her body and leaving out between her legs, Alice could do no more than watch as the current sped him away from her. She shivered with hot pleasure.
I’m becoming so big. I’m feeling so good. It’s not right. It’s not right.
“Alice!” the man called, an outstretched hand disappearing into the heart of her waters.
He was gone.
And as Alice heard the slaps of the waves licking the hallway walls while she writhed in wrongful pleasure, a distant question struggled to speak in her head.