Fifty Shades of Alice at the Hellfire Club

by Melinda DuChamp

  The third spank made her come again.

  “Ninety!”

  Halfway there. She looked up at Lewis, and saw he was completely frozen. He’d ceased stroking himself, and his eyes were wide with both love and lust, his mouth hanging open. Alice had seen her husband look at her like that before, but now, in front of the crowd, with Lewis trying so desperately not to come, she felt more affection for him than she’d had in years.

  “Turn both dials up all the way,” the Marquis said.

  All the way? Hadn’t they already been up all the way? How much more powerful could the Sybian…

  “OH MY GOD!”

  Alice went into orgasm overload, as she had in the Swing Room. Except this was more intense, more relentless. Her entire body felt like electrified pleasure. She screamed and thrashed and bucked so hard that everyone else in the room seemed to disappear. One of her nipple clamps fell off, and the blood returning was more painful than the clamp itself, but that just added to the overall body orgasm. And it went on and on and on.

  Alice was so lost in the rapture that she’d forgotten to count, and she managed to rattle off numbers up to ninety-seven.

  “Turn the Sybian off!” the Marquis shouted above Alice’s cries and the cheers of the crowd.

  Alice managed to call out, “Ninety-eight!” just as the vibration and rotation ceased. She was panting, her whole body flushed and sweaty, her hair in her face, and she looked around to see what would happen next.

  “This movie will be magnificent!” Hatter declared. “Stupendous! A blockbuster! It will enthrall people like nothing that came before!”

  “I left the lens cap on,” the March Hare said.

  “Okay, let’s take it all again from the top,” Hatter said.

  “Let’s not,” the Marquis replied, pushing between them. “Jane! Heathcliff! Make Lewis come.”

  Jane walked over to Lewis and took the Sybian control box from his hands, tossing it to the side. She immediately dropped to her knees and deep throated his cock.

  Heathcliff, lubing up his sizeable erection positioned himself behind Lewis and grabbed his shoulders.

  When Lewis was penetrated, he cried out in such a way that Alice was sure he’d just climaxed.

  But Jane didn’t seem to acknowledge it. Her head continued to bob, and Lewis placed his hands on her hair.

  “Alice!” her husband yelled. “Hurry!”

  Alice began to fuck the dildo, riding it as much as she was able to with her legs bound. She was starting to get the rhythm right when whack! the paddle once again slapped against her bottom.

  With the Sybian off, the paddle hurt a lot more.

  Alice concentrated, trying to get the motion right, but the spanking didn’t cease.

  Whack!

  Whack!

  Whack!

  Alice began to lose her desire. The spanking had gone from erotic to painful.

  She glanced at Lewis, desperate, and saw him in the throes of absolute ecstasy. Alice had stuck her fingers into his bottom a few times during their marriage, rubbing his prostate, and it had always given Lewis violent orgasms. She couldn’t imagine how much his prostate was being stimulated with Heathcliff’s big cock rubbing against it.

  And she watched how that slut, Jane, greedily sucked on Lewis’s cock. With all the perverts in the crowd fucking themselves or each other.

  The dirty thoughts, and dirty words, began to turn Alice on.

  “Do you like having your cock sucked, Lewis?” she called. “Do you like that slut taking it deep in her mouth, and pulling on your balls?”

  “Unnghh,” Lewis said.

  Alice continued to grind against the dildo.

  “Do you like being fucked up the ass? That thick cock up your ass feels good, doesn’t it?”

  “Unnnghg…. yesssss,” Lewis managed to squeak out, trying his best to work with her.

  “And do you like watching the Marquis de Sade spank my ass with his cruel paddle?”

  Lewis nodded just as the paddle smacked against Alice’s red bottom once again, but this time her own vulgar words were enough to turn the pain back into pleasure, and she shook with a wonderful orgasm.

  “Ninety-nine!” she triumphantly declared.

  And then, suddenly, her legs were being untied and the Marquis was lifting her off of the delicious Sybian.

  “And that’s all you shall have, dear Alice. Now you can watch as your husband comes, and your count is reset to zero.”

  “That’s cruel!”

  The Marquis rolled his eyes. “Duh. I’m the Marquis De Sade, remember?”

  Alice didn’t know what to do. With her hands cuffed behind her, she couldn’t touch herself. And the Marquis firmly held her by the arm, so she couldn’t try to get back on the Sybian, or run into the crowd and let one of them have their way with her.

  Her eyes scanned the onlookers and she saw the four Musketeers, all with their cocks out and stroking furiously. “Athos! Porthos! Come down here and fuck me! Please!”

  They laughed, but didn’t move.

  Alice saw Marc Antony impaling his queen from behind. “A little help here?” she asked.

  For a second, she thought the Roman general would oblige, then Shakespeare moved up behind him, adding to the daisy chain and destroying her hopes.

  “Hatta? Haigha?”

  But they hadn’t even heard her, still trying to get the lens cap off their camera.

  Alice wasn’t sure what do. Poor Lewis was almost whimpering, trying to hold his orgasm back. It was pitiable. It was pathetic.

  It was a turn-on.

  In fact, everywhere Alice looked, something erotic was happening. The three-way Lewis sandwich. The musketeers. The crowd fucking and sucking and masturbating.

  Alice recalled what Jane had taught her.

  Your biggest erogenous zone is your mind. Sex is all in your brain. If the brain gives into the fantasy, the body will follow.

  Alice drank in all the debauchery around her, clenching her buttocks, flexing and releasing her Kegel muscles. She thought about all of the unbearably erotic things that had happened to her today. Blackbeard edging her. Queequeg’s foot massage. Heathcliff’s orgasm torture. Madame Bovary’s orgasm denial with Lewis. Cleopatra’s bath. The musketeers swordfights. Being slammed at the poetry slam. The power of the Sybian.

  “What are you doing?” De Sade said, noticing Alice had begun to tremble. “Bend over at once, you naughty girl!”

  Alice willingly did, and as the Marquis smacked her tender bottom with his paddle, the fantasies in her head took over and she moaned. So close… so close… All she needed was just a little push.

  “Alice!”

  She glanced up at her husband, his face the picture of determination.

  “I love you, Alice!” Lewis yelled. “I love you so much! I always have, and I always will, and I’ll hold out forever if I have to!”

  And the sound of her husband’s voice, yelling the words they’d neglected to say to one another for far too long, telling her how he truly felt, pushed her over the edge, and an orgasm seized her, shuddering to her toes.

  “One hundred!” she yelled, triumphantly.

  The Marquis raised his hand. “Jane! Heathcliff! Stop immediately!”

  The naked duo withdrew from Lewis, and he let out an anguished cry and his erection bobbed free—

  —still nice and hard.

  “Has he come?” the Marquis asked.

  “No, sir,” Jane answered, beaming proudly.

  The whole crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and Alice’s hands were suddenly free. Their contract had been fulfilled. The Hellfire Club ordeal was over. She immediately ran to Lewis, hugging him, kissing him, and reaching for his beautiful erect cock…

  For Those Who Didn’t Get It, This Entire Book Was All a Fantasy. All Three Alice Adventures Were All Fantasies Alice Had While Masturbating…

  And fantasy is healthy, normal, and part of any good sex life. But Alice now looked at her rabbit
vibrator, which she’d used to climax countless times while her husband lay snoring beside her, and realized that if she waited for him to repair their marriage, she might have to wait forever.

  But she knew Lewis loved her. And she loved him.

  Fantasy was all well and good, but someone needed to save their marriage, and if Alice had to be the one to step up, so be it.

  In one, easy movement she straddled his face, pressing her wetness to his lips.

  Lewis’s eyes opened in surprise, and when he tried to speak, she rubbed herself against him.

  “No more quickie marriage sex where I’m unfulfilled,” Alice said. “You’re not allowed to come until I come three times. Now get going, dear husband. You have a lot of catching up to do.”

  Lewis gripped her hips, and began to lick.

  The rabbit was nice, but it wasn’t a substitute for a warm, eager tongue. Alice rolled her hips, guiding him with her movements. When she wanted more stimulation, she pressed down. When it became too sensitive, she pulled away. He found the rhythm she liked, and Alice felt the slow, sensual build, starting in her loins, spreading up through her taut nipples, making her tingle all over. His tongue darted in and out of her, like Heathcliff’s had in her fantasy, but the real thing felt sooooo much better.

  She gripped the head of the bed and rubbed herself shamelessly over his face, and Lewis held her thighs and lapped at her, ravenously, like he’d been starving for years.

  “Oh… oh god… oh god, Lewis… yes… yes…”

  And then, abruptly, he stopped.

  Alice’s eyes flipped open like window shades, and she ceased her gyrations.

  What had happened? Why had he quit?

  Had she done something? Was he not enjoying it?

  What was wrong?

  “Lewis?” she asked, still shaking with arousal, but fearful of his response.

  “Beg for it,” he said.

  “What?”

  “Beg me.”

  His dirty talk and take-charge stance made Alice’s whole body tense up with vibrant need. What a delightfully wicked thing to say.

  “Lick my pussy,” she said, feeling both ashamed and unabashedly sexual. “Please lick me.”

  Lewis reached up, pulling on her erect nipples as he took her in his mouth, using his lips and tongue to bathe her in delicious sensation. Alice moaned, bucking on his face, and once again she felt the wave well up in her, threatening to take her over the precipice.

  And once again he stopped.

  “Don’t stop!” she pleaded. “Please don’t stop! Lick me fuck me use me please!”

  “Alice…”

  “Please, Lewis! I’m so close!”

  “I love you, Alice.”

  Alice looked down at him, saw his feelings for her in his eyes. The lust. The longing. The intensity. The love.

  Her husband was back.

  “Oh, Lewis, I love…”

  But she didn’t get to finish, because his mouth devoured her.

  THE END

  And, naturally, they lived happily ever after.

  Other books by Melinda DuChamp

  Fifty Shades of Alice in Wonderland

  Fifty Shades of Alice Through the Looking Glass

  Fifty Shades of Jezebel and the Beanstalk

  The Sexperts 1: Fifty Grades of Shay

  The Sexperts 2: The Girl with the Pearl Necklace

  The Sexperts 3: Loving the Alien

  50 SHADES OF ALICE IN WONDERLAND

  by Melinda DuChamp

  BEYOND 50 SHADES OF GREY…

  Eighteen-year-old Alice is unhappy. Her boyfriend is nice and polite, but he’s also quick and careless in bed, and doesn’t give Alice the attention and variety she craves. But he’s not entirely to blame, because Alice herself doesn’t understand her own needs. She’s heard about what sex is supposed to be like, but has never felt anything remotely close to what she’s read about in runaway bestselling books.

  BEYOND 9 1/2 WEEKS…

  Then Alice follows a vibrating white rabbit down a deep, dark hole, which leads to a place beyond her wildest imagination. There are no nice boys—or girls—down here. Only those who indulge in secret, forbidden, kinky fantasies.

  BEYOND PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AND ZOMBIES…

  Alice is confused and frightened and… aroused. She is bound. Teased. Spanked. Toyed. Brought to the limits of sexual endurance. And during her trials, she begins to understand her body’s needs for the very first time.

  BEYOND THUNDERDOME…

  This isn’t the fairy tale you grew up reading. This isn’t for children at all.

  This is for those with dark desires, who wish to explore erotic excess beyond the plain vanilla of everyday life. Follow Alice down the rabbit hole, if you dare…

  50 SHADES OF ALICE: THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS

  by Melinda DuChamp

  FIFTY SHADES OF ALICE IN WONDERLAND WAS JUST THE BEGINNING…

  Eighteen-year-old Alice recently had an unprecedented erotic experience. But her adventures have only just begun to heat up.

  NOW SHE MUST TRAVEL THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS…

  After breaking up with her boyfriend, Lewis, Alice enters a strange fantasy world where every pleasure—no matter how kinky—is indulged.

  INTO TOTAL ECSTASY!! WITH TWO EXCLAMATION POINTS!!

  Alice is subjected to amorous escapades beyond her wildest dreams, and taken to the very limit of sexual endurance. During her carnal encounters with all manner of men and women, she is teased to tears by a bondage master, thoroughly used in a three way, enlightened to the sensual joys of a female touch, taken to a sex shop to test different erotic toys, given several very special piercings, and is dragged to the Hall of Denied Orgasms where she must fight the frumious Jabbercocky to save all of Looking Glass Land. And you know what we mean by “fight”…

  This is for those with dark desires, who wish to explore erotic excess beyond the plain vanilla of everyday life. Follow Alice through the looking glass, if you dare…

  FIFTY SHADES OF JEZEBEL AND THE BEANSTALK

  by Melinda DuChamp

  When unhappy Jezebel is rescued from a terrible blind date by a cute waiter with magic beans, she thinks she must be dreaming. But once she’s in a land filled with mythical beings, hot and eager suitors, and more orgasms than she’s able to handle, Jezzy learns the true meaning of “happy ending.”

  Written by the author of the bestseller 50 SHADES OF ALICE IN WONDERLAND, JEZEBEL AND THE BEANSTALK features the same hysterical humor, heated sexual encounters, and romantic escapades readers have come to demand from Melinda DuChamp.

  It’s erotica for smart people who like to laugh, just like you.

  Copyright © 2014

  Cover art copyright © 2014

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, either living or dead is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without express permission in writing.