Journey Through the Rabbit Hole

"Number five, if a door is closed, don't enter. If a door is open, you can either watch or join in. If the room is empty, they you may do what you please with your partner, or partners.

"Number six, we are all consenting adults here. No, means 'no.' If you are caught forcing yourself upon another guest, you will be removed and banned.

"Number seven, you may share your first name only with the guests. If you find someone you want to get to know better, you may share your 'real' information with him or her tomorrow at breakfast.

"Number eight, what happens behind these doors, stays behind these doors. If we find out you shared with a tabloid, you will be sued, and we will win. Everyone must sign a non-disclosure agreement before they enter or we'll put you in a cab and send you on your way, after we ban you of course."

With that, she handed us each a non-disclosure agreement (NDA) that said that we were not to share anything that happened here with anyone. Rayanne and Farren signed theirs quickly, but I read the form carefully so that I understood what I was getting myself into. I had to admit, knowing that even if someone recognized me that I wouldn't be at risk of losing my teaching job for a morality issue, was a comfort to me. The angel stood quietly until I took her feather pen and signed my name at the bottom.

"Sorry," I said, "but I never sign anything until I read it first."

"Good policy," she said as she took my paper. "And finally, eat, drink, and be merry. Happy Halloween ladies."

The angel opened the door and escorted us into the party. The music was quite loud, but not as loud as I thought and after a few minutes, I realized why the NDA was necessary. I saw several movie stars as well as a few businessmen I knew from when I was married to Robert. I was glad I was hidden under my wig and gothic make-up, as I had no desire to be recognized by anyone who knew me from my past.

There were all kinds of crazy costumes. One guy was a hotdog vendor, and it took me a moment to realize his cock was in one of the buns. Another man was naked except for a pair of roller skates and a cock ring with a string attached. I heard him say to someone that he was an adult pull toy. I have to admit, it made me giggle. A woman was Lady Godiva and all she had on was the blonde wig and some flowers in her hair. Then I saw someone who looked like Janet Jackson after her wardrobe malfunction with the star pasties on her nipples. I stayed close to Rayanne and Farren when a man dressed like a sexy vampire with black hair and a ghost white face stepped up.

"Ladies! Glad you could join us this year!" said the sexy vampire.

Rayanne and Farren smiled and said together, "Daniel!!!"

They each hugged the vampire when he asked, "And who is this?"

"Daniel," said Rayanne, "this is my neighbor and our friend Crystal."

I extended my hand, and he took it in his, kissing the back softly, and said, "Ma chère. Welcome to my home."

"Daniel is our host and the wealthy son-of-a-bitch who owns this place," said Farren.

"Don't mind Farren," said Daniel, "she's just jealous."

There was something familiar about Daniel, like I knew him. His hazel eyes didn't match the black hair and try as I might, I couldn't remember anyone named Daniel from my past. I just chalked it up to the costume. "Thank you for allowing me to come," I said.

"Oh my dear, that I may do later," he said with a wicked grin.

I blushed through my gothic make-up as Rayanne said, "We'll leave you two alone. Have fun Crys."

And with that, I was alone with this mysteriously familiar vampire who was obviously flirting with me. Daniel looked me over and said, "Please tell me you're wearing a wig."

"Yeah," I said. "Rayanne did my make-up and helped me with my wig."

"So you're not a Goth?" he asked.

"No, but am I allowed to tell you what I do for a living?"

"Whisper it in my ear, and I promise not to tell."

I looked around then reached up on my toes, as he was so much taller than I, perhaps six-foot three, and whispered, "I'm a teacher."

"Wow," he said, "so would you be flattered or insulted if I requested 'Hot for Teacher' to be played sometime tonight?"

"Flattered," I said, blushing.

"Good to know," he said smiling. "And don't worry, we usually have at least one sexy teacher here. So, let me guess your costume, and if I'm right, I get a kiss."

"And if you're wrong?"

"Hmmm," he said, "I've never been wrong before so let me think for a moment. How about a hundred dollars if I'm wrong and a kiss if I'm right?"

"Sure," I said.

Daniel stepped back and looked me over, had me turn around slowly. "You know, I think your costume is sexier than Lady Godiva."

"Really, why?" I wanted to know.

"This costume complements your beautiful breasts, but it leaves something to the imagination. Besides, I think petticoats are hot."

"Thanks, but that's not going to get me to tell you what my costume is."

"You're right, but I'd say you're a sexy French maid."

"And I'd say you owe me a hundred dollars," I said smiling.

"What?!?" he cried.

"I'm not dressed as a French maid."

"Well then, what are you?" he asked.

"Pay up and I'll tell you."

"Smart woman," he said. "But how will I know if you're lying?"

"After I tell you, ask Rayanne and Farren. They'll tell you the truth."

"Okay," he said and pulled out his wallet.

After he handed me the money, and I hid it in my purse, I smiled and said, "I'm 'Malice'. As in 'Malice in Wonderland'. Alice's gothic alter ego."

He looked at me again and smiled. "Shit! I see it now."

Farren walked by. "Farren," I called out. "Tell the Count who I am tonight."

"Malice in Wonderland," she said.

"Thanks Farren," said Daniel. "You just cost me a hundred bucks."

Farren laughed. "Serves you right! I'll bet you wanted a kiss from her."

"He did," I said.

"You missed out Daniel," she said. "She's a great kisser."

I blushed. I had forgotten about kissing Farren when we first met. "You kissed Farren? What did Rayanne say?"

"Nothing, she kissed me first and Farren wouldn't forgive her unless she got to kiss me too."

"I've got to ask, are you les or bi?"

"I'm bi," I said. "But I'm also faithful. In the thirteen plus years I was with my husband, I was faithful to him the whole time."

"Was? Are you divorced now?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"You know, you seem like a great lady, and I don't wish to bring you down, but I have more guests arriving I need to greet. Maybe if someone hasn't taken you off to a private room we can talk more later."

"Sure," I said trying to hide my disappointment. "Now go be a good host and I'll probably be around."

He brushed my cheek with the back of his hand, then walked away. I touched my cheek to feel the warmth from his hand, then wandered to the bar to get myself a drink. I talked with other guests and danced with a few people before I needed to find a restroom. This turned out to be a challenging quest. I entered a long hallway with lots of doors and quickly discovered that none of them was the restroom, and every room had at least one or more couple engaging in some form of a sex act. Now I was aroused and starting to hurt as my bladder wanted to be drained. Several of the rooms wanted me to join them, but I declined, and asked if they knew where the restroom was. Finally, a woman and a man exited a bathroom. I dashed in, shut the door, and after a moment, took care of business. The bathroom reeked of sex and I had a pretty good clue what those two were doing in here.

Once finished, I fixed my dress, washed my hands, and rejoined the party, though I did linger at the doorway of some of the rooms for a bit. I saw a pair of couples where the men were doggie style fucking the women, while the women were kissing each other. In another room, I saw a couple in a classic sixty-nine. Each room made me more and more aroused. Even the two men fucking turned me on a bit, but I didn't linger by this room. When I finally found the main room, there were still plenty of people talking and dancing. I walked up to the bar and the bartender poured me another drink. I danced more with different guests, some male, some female, I think. It was hard to tell with some of these costumes. I had no idea where Rayanne and Farren were, but I figured they might be in one of the closed-door rooms. When it seemed that no more guests were coming, Daniel found me enjoying my third or fourth drink, as I wasn't counting, but I was feeling a bit buzzed.

"Having fun?" he asked.

I swallowed my drink and said, "Yeah, this is quite a party."

"Are you up for a dance?" he asked.

"Sure!" I said.

I finished my drink and he led me out to the dance floor. I still couldn't shake the feeling I knew him, but I knew it would come to me later. It didn't take long until I heard "Hot for Teacher" and the crowd roared. Daniel had said it was a popular song with these folks, and it seemed it was. "Teacher, Teacher" followed this and I couldn't help feel this song was also requested by Daniel just for me. A slow song followed this and Daniel took me into his arms and held me tight. His cologne smelled so masculine and sexy on him, and it had been so long since a man held me that for the briefest moment I imagined him taking me to one of the rooms, closing the door, and making love to me all night long.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I've been watching you all night long, and I think you're the sexiest woman in the room."

I blushed and gasped. There was something familiar about his voice, but I couldn't figure out what. "Thank you."

His lips brushed my ear and electricity shot through my body and warmed my sex. "I like a full-figured woman who's not afraid to dress like a lady, with a naughty side she keeps hidden for that special someone. Tell me, Malice, could I be that special someone?"

He kissed my ear, then behind my earlobe and down my neck. I moaned softly, "My name's not Malice."

"I know," he whispered, "but maybe tonight, you could be the naughty Malice, instead of the good little school teacher, Crystal."

His breath felt so hot on my skin, and desire burned though my body. "I... I..."

"I promise, if you say stop, I'll stop," he whispered and kissed my neck again.

My resistance was melting like an ice cube on a hot Texas sidewalk in August. "Okay."

He growled sexily and said, "Follow me."

Daniel took my hand, led me from the party and up the stairs to the second floor. There were more rooms, some open, some closed. I saw an orgy in one room that would make Caligula and Dionysus (Bacchus to some) jealous. We reached the end of the hall to a closed door. Daniel pulled a key from his pocket and said, "This is my room. I keep it locked so I always have a place to go."

I smiled. "Smart man."

"Thanks," he said unlocking the door.

He opened the door, scooped me up, and carried me into the bedroom. He kicked the door closed with his foot and set me down. I heard him lock the door behind him as I looked around. His bedroom was magnificent. He had a beautiful wrought iron bed with a dark blue comforter, simple art work on the walls, a wood dresser, and I could see what looked like a huge master bathroom. There were some pictures on the top of the dresser, but before I could really look at them, he came up behind me and kissed hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I think I was more surprised than anything else, but I did find this level of aggression sexy and erotic.

"Would you do me a favor?" he gasped as he ended our kiss.

"What?" I asked nervously.

"Keep the wig on, and let me undress you."

I had to admit, it was an odd request, but not an unreasonable one. "Sure," I said.

He smiled a huge, wicked smile and kissed me again. "May I call you Malice?"

"For tonight, yes."

Yeah... I knew it was weird, but it was kinky too. He led me to his bed and slid the shoulders of my dress down. I tossed my purse onto his bedside table as he kissed my bare skin, around my bra strap. I felt him unzip my dress as he sat me on his bed, and gently pushed me down. He kissed the exposed skin of my breasts, nipping, licking, and kissing. I couldn't believe how erotic this felt, and how aroused I was getting. I could feel myself getting wetter with each touch of his lips. I reached up, unbuttoned his shirt, and ran my fingers across his hairy chest. The hair felt so soft under my fingers and his muscles felt so firm. I felt him reach behind me and unfasten my bra. My dress was sitting on my stomach so the only things exposed were my breasts. He grabbed my bra with his teeth and pulled it off slowly. I nearly had an orgasm between watching this, and feeling it. My breasts sprang free and he smiled as he looked at my hard nipples that resembled the eraser top of a #2 pencil. I've always hated my small nipples, as they always seemed so disproportionate to the size of my breasts.

"My god, they're even more beautiful than I imagined," he said.

"Thank you," I said, relieved he didn't think my nipples were too small.

His hands caressed my breasts as he resumed his kissing, licking, and nipping. I could feel my nipples crinkle and harden as they became more sensitive under his expert attention. I wasn't sure how long I could go before I climaxed, but I did what I could to fight it. My sex wanted to be in on the action, and I could feel my panties getting wet from my lubrication. Unfortunately, when his lips latched onto my right nipple and sucked, I lost the battle, moaned loudly, and orgasmed. Now I was in need of his cock buried deep inside me. He'd gotten me so aroused that I wanted to be fucked, and fucked hard.

"Did you just?" he asked.

"Yeah," I moaned. "I did."

His smile couldn't have been bigger or more wicked. "Well now, that's a true first."

"Blame it on no sex with a real man in over three years," I said, embarrassed.

"Can I pretend it was because I'm just so good?"

"Do it again to me and you can remember it any way you wish!"

"You got it, Malice."

Every time he called me 'Malice,' his voice took on a dark and sexy quality. He sucked, licked, and nipped my right nipple like no man had ever done to me before. Then he slowly kissed, licked, and nipped his way to my left breast, and I swear this man had magical powers because I orgasmed again when he sucked and nipped my left nipple.

"Again?" he asked.

"Yes," I moaned.

"Malice, my dear, I'm far from done with you."

I swear that statement alone nearly caused a third orgasm. He worked my left nipple the same way he did my right, licking, sucking, and nibbling. Then I felt it, my dress was sliding down my stomach. I panicked, grabbed the dress, and asked, "What are you doing?"

He looked at me with confusion. "I'm removing your dress. Why are you stopping me?"

I sighed. I wasn't sure if I should risk ruining this incredibly erotic moment or not, but I knew I was going to have to explain my hesitance. I looked Daniel in the eye and said, "I'm ashamed of how my stomach looks."

"If it's because it's not flat like Rayanne's don't worry, I love a full-figured woman."

"No, it's not just that," I said.

"Oh?" he said, sounding quite confused. "Okay, how about this, let me reach under your skirt and remove your petticoat, then I'll raise your skirt. If you decide later to trust me, I'll remove your dress."

I had to admit; Daniel knew exactly what to say. "Well, it would be a shame to ruin my petticoat, and you did propose a reasonable compromise."

"So?"

"Let's do what you suggest," I said.

The wicked smile returned to his face as I felt his hands reach under my dress and slipped my petticoat off. I saw the black lacy skirt fly across the room as he carefully raised the skirt of my costume and exposed my black, lacy thong and matching garter belt. I felt his fingers trace the line of the straps of the garter belt on my thighs as he said, "Oh god, you are so sexy. And you smell so sweet."

I blushed. "Thank you."

Daniel kissed the top of my thong and I gasped. I felt him slip them off me, but the garter belt, stockings, and heels stayed on. His hands slowly came up my legs and I began to tremble with both fear and anticipation. "Are you scared?" he asked quietly.

"Yes," I said.

"I promise I won't hurt you," he said.

"I know," I said.

I could feel his breath on my wet sex and my desire burned. I wanted him to lick me, suck me, and make me scream. I ached for his touch, his lips, his fingers, and his tongue. "My God Malice, you're so beautiful, and so wet. I can see you're a natural blonde. I like a woman who doesn't shave this area."

"Thank you," I said breathlessly. "Shaving is uncomfortable for me."

"Well, I do want you as comfortable as possible," he said in that low, wicked, sexy tone that made me wetter.

I could feel his fingers trace the outer lips of my sex and electricity raced through my body. Part of me wanted to watch, but part of me was enjoying just being at his mercy. Then I felt his tongue trace the same areas his fingers had just touched.

"Mmmmm, you taste even better than you smell."

I'd love to say I said 'thank you' or even something clever, but he slid his tongue into my sex and my mind melted. I could feel his tongue probe the inside of my sex and soon it was replaced by one of his fingers as his tongue slid up to my clit. I moaned loudly as I felt his tongue play with my clit as he worked my sex with his finger, which quickly became two fingers. He must have hit my G-spot as I felt my body tighten up; I saw stars behind my eyes, as a third orgasm raged through my body, stronger than the first two. I felt my pussy throb around his fingers as my climax raged on and I screamed as he licked me through this, praying it would never end.

"I like it when you scream Malice," he said in that wicked sexy voice. "Let's see if I can make you scream again."

Again, I'd love to say I said something in response to this, but his mouth was on my sex as a third finger entered me and I had just lost the ability to think anything, but rather I just squirmed and enjoyed the attention this man was giving me. He licked and sucked my clit, and I was sure I felt him nibble it as well. His fingers slid in and out of my sex, his tongue worked my clit, and there it was, orgasm number four raging though my body and making him moan as I screamed. I couldn't remember ever having so many back-to-back orgasms. It felt like I'd been floating on a cloud until my orgasm ended.

As I panted to catch my breath, I had a moment of courage and insanity. "Okay, you may remove my dress."

He looked up at me shocked, then smiled. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I moaned, praying I wasn't making a mistake.

He slid his fingers out of me, and I sat up so he could grab my dress. Then I stood, the lubrication my body had been producing was running down my legs. I shut my eyes as I felt him slide my dress to the floor. I heard him gasp. I was sure he was going to unlock the door and send me on my way, but he didn't. He just kissed me hard as his hand gently touched my scars. He pushed me back onto the bed still kissing me and moved me to the center of his bed. It was only then I realized, he was naked too and I had no idea how he got that way so fast.

"I want you so badly Malice, but I need to know if you're on the pill."

"No, I'm not," I said quietly.

He looked at me for a moment, then said, "Then I'm putting a condom on just in case."

I wasn't going to argue, as I didn't know what he might have, and it made me feel better. "Good plan."

He had the condom in his hand already. He brought it to his mouth, but I grabbed it, bit the foil, and tore it open. He smiled and said, "Good girl Malice."

I reached down and rolled the condom down his huge cock with a bulging mushroom cap. I could feel his soft skin covering his steel-hard shaft. I mean, Robert wasn't a small man by any means, but Daniel's cock was gargantuan! I don't even think I'd seen a cock this big in a porno, let alone in real life. I wasn't sure it would fit inside me, as my toy at home was about a third of his size. I reached down and guided him into me. Once I felt the head slide in, I moaned. He went in so slowly and I was so grateful as it gave me a chance to adjust. I'd never had a cock that large inside me before, and it was exhilarating to feel a hot, throbbing cock filling me so completely.