Erotica

Mad Hatter’s Tea Party

Alys has no idea what to expect for her birthday treat, except that it will be devious and delicious

I’m excited getting ready for my birthday treat, which has been cloaked in secrecy, but my B/f (known to everybody as Hatter since his time at boarding school) told me to wear something pretty and accessible, and to be ready at 3.30 pm on the dot.

I’ve spent the day pampering myself. I scheduled intimate waxing, so that box was ticked, but I’ve shaved my legs and armpits, washed and styled my long hair into loose waves and moisturised all over with cream and matching fragrance. My makeup looks natural, plus false eyelashes.

I choose a fishnet and lace bodystocking and a short, flared dress which buttons through the front. Totally accessible. I’m teaming this outfit with high peep-toe shoes. It’s sexy with a twist of innocence, Hatter will love it.

His text pings, the car is outside, so I grab my bag and hurry downstairs to the street, where a limo with darkened windows awaits. The door swings open and Hatter leans out.

“Alys! You look gorgeous — hop in!”

I bend to climb inside, feeling the cool air swirl around my bare crotch, which thrills me. As I slide onto the leather seating I beam at him and he leans in to kiss me, before nuzzling my neck — enjoying the fragrance. I’m already melting into his embrace. When he rests a hand on my thigh I feel hyper-aware of its heat & weight.

“Unbutton your dress!” Hatter’s voice is commanding, sending a chill through me which moistens my slit.

I comply immediately, getting goosebumps when he sucks in a breath admiringly. He pushes my dress to either side of my torso. My bare nipples poke through the mesh in the body stocking. The patterns of the black fishnet and lace enhance the curves of my breasts and the toned muscles of my abdomen, while my belly button looks deep and dark. The mesh narrows into suspenders before becoming fishnet stockings, which contour my legs.

Hatter’s eyes darken as if he could feast on me. When we kiss, his tongue swirls around my mouth while his hands grasp my waist to pull me forwards , onto the edge of the seat. He moves to my side and looks ahead. Following his gaze I catch a glimpse of the driver’s eyes in the mirror, he can see everything we’re doing.

Hatter sucks on each of my nipples in turn, then blows on the damp flesh, making them pebble and ache for more. I breathe deeply, enjoying how sensations shoot straight to my pussy, then he pinches and rolls each one between finger and thumb, ’til I’m panting to cope with the painful but delicious ache.

“Do you want more, dirty girl?”

I bite my lip, putting on a show on for the driver, “Yes please — it hurts so good!”.

“Spread your legs, I’ll bet your pussy is soaking wet, little slut.”

I comply with alacrity, I like when he talks dirty, and I can’t wait for him to discover the ‘birthday surprise’ I have for him. He kneels in front of me, bending his head towards my crotch — then stops.

“What’s this Alys? You got a tattoo?”

“”Mmm Hmm.” I nod. A big smile breaks over my face, so proud of my bravery. Hatter’s the first person outside the tattoo parlour I’ve shown it to.

“It says Eat Me,” he observes.

He’s so close I feel his breath tickle my naked mons. The inked words are framed by a small heart where they’d almost be covered up by the triangle of a thong, if I was wearing any panties.

“I like it” he declares.

His face comes in close to nibble my mons and tease my labia. I relax into the sensations he’s waking in my core. I let my legs fall apart, thrusting my pelvis up to allow his tongue to probe deeper. He suckles my stiff clit and I can’t suppress my groans. I’m in such a dizzy fog of desire that unconsciously my hands begin pinching and pulling my nipples while he sucks and licks me out. I’m oblivious to the driver now, but I bet he struggles to keep his eyes on the road, so diverting is the action on his back seat!

“You’re so wet Alys!” Hatter draws back, allowing the cool air to tickle across my swollen labia. Moisture runs from my slit onto the leather car seat. “Finger yourself, but don’t come,” he commands in his sternest voice.

I comply eagerly, sliding my index finger over my clit and around, enjoying the thrill from the slightest touch in its engorged state. When I plunge both my index and middle fingers into my wet hole I pump them in and out, while Hatter digs into his pocket for an object I can’t clearly see. He watches me intensely. We both know it won’t be long before I near the point of no return.

He grabs my hand and pulls it away to suck on my fingers, he licks my juices off suggestively, eyes locked with mine, which is so sexy. Next he nudges at my pussy folds then slides the object inside me.

“We’re nearly there Alys,” he says, looking out of the window at our surroundings; uncaring that I’m left spread, wet and unsatisfied.

“You’re not kidding!”

When I’m denied an orgasm it makes me a little tetchy. Hatter smiles enigmatically and holds my hand, kissing my fingers and nipping them with his teeth.

The limo stops at the kerb outside a classy London hotel and I hasten to button my dress back up. Hatter lets me out ahead of him, so he can fondle my bare buttocks under my dress, while I try to leave the car with dignity. The driver holds the door, but gives me a knowing look which makes me blush. Hatter takes my arm to tackle the flight of steps up to the glassy hotel entrance, which is when I feel a buzz inside my pussy. I’m thrilled and terrified in equal measure, it’s so unexpected.

Hatter, the little demon, must’ve inserted a remote control love-egg. I’m struggling to walk while so turned on, but I bite my lip and set my pelvic floor muscles. I know there will be punishment if I cum without his permission.

Inside the hotel, Hatter turns off the vibrations and I can relax and drink in the surroundings. I’m reminded of pre-war glamour, with parlour palms, brass furnishings, leather bound books and dainty tables draped with damask cloths. An obsequious waiter seats us at a table and Hatter orders a pot of Earl Grey and the high tea option, which consists of tiny triangular sandwiches and a selection of bite sized cakes and petits fours. He knows I have a sweet tooth, so this treat really hits the spot.

“Happy birthday Alys.” He smiles at me delightedly, a wicked glint in his eye, “how are you feeling?”

“Excited!” I say, determined not to give too much away.

“Yes, it’s a beautiful place,” he says, playing along and looking around the tea room, which is like a grand conservatory, with pillars and exotic plants, some which hang down from the ceiling in inverted flower pots.

“Undo the top three buttons of your dress and don’t attempt to cover yourself when the waiter comes.” Hatter’s tone is firm. He watches intently while I do as instructed. The fabric hangs open, creating shadows near my navel. Knowing this both embarrasses and excites me, he often makes me display myself in public.

Soon the waiter pushes a trolley towards us, bearing a silver teapot in the traditional Russian style along with sandwiches and cakes. The cups and saucers are fine bone china, old fashioned, and the bowl of sugar lumps has tiny silver tongs with which to serve them. I focus on the details of our treat, rather than the waiter, being humiliated by my state of undress.

“Alys will be mother,” Hatter tells him calmly, so he sets the teapot down in front of me, I lean forward to pour us each a cup of earl grey. If the waiter notices my tight pink nipples peeking out of my dress, he is the soul of discretion, but at that moment Hatter uses the remote and sets the vibrating egg in motion within my poor pussy. I can’t help jumping a little and making a cry of surprise. The egg rumbles and buzzes within me in patterns of vibration which make me grit my teeth. Desire builds, yet I do my best to pour 2 cups of hot tea without spilling any on the tablecloth.

“Cake madam?” the solicitous waiter indicates the delicate tiered stand as he places it on the table. My mouth waters to survey the selection of cup cakes, pastries and eclairs. As I raise my hand to select one, my devious B/f turns the vibrations up to maximum and my arm trembles.

“Take that one with cream in the middle,” Hatter urges, “I know you’ll love it kitten.”

At those words I close my eyes and cum, silently, momentously, a single tear squeezing out of the corner of my eye. The waves of clenching, squeezing delight burst over me like a rainbow coloured waterfall. Releasing the breath I’ve been holding I experience a pulsing burst of joy while my pussy throbs and clutches at the love egg still buzzing within me.

In a few moments I’m back to myself. Out the other side of my hazy feelings, I notice Hatter staring at me, a smirk on his face. I smile back, his use of my pet name ‘kitten’ was our secret signal, permission for me to climax. Realising I hadn’t got as far as selecting a cake, I do it now, plus a sandwich. I settle against my armchair to sip tea and enjoy the dainty food. Hatter still watches me, but I sense he’s pleased that I held off my orgasm until given permission. I’m pretty sure no-one else in the tea room noticed me coming unravelled.

We spend a very pleasant hour sipping tea and sampling cakes and sandwiches, although Hatter continues to torment me. He frequently activates the remote control vibe when a guest or waiter nears our table, to test my skill at ‘styling out’ my arousal, which is once more building.

Hatter pulls his chair close to mine and lays the white damask napkin ostentatiously in his lap.

“Stroke me Alys,” he instructs.

I reach my hand into his lap to unzip his flies under the screen of the white fabric. His cock springs free eagerly, aroused by our play in the limo and watching me cum, I imagine.

My nimble fingers circle around the girth of his shaft, stroking and smoothing it up and down, allowing his foreskin to move rhythmically. I look at Hatter’s face. It’s deliberately arranged in an impassive expression. I check left and right and when I’m sure no-one is watching me, I gradually speed up my stimulation of his member. I maintain a steady rhythm and pressure, but have no clue how my ministrations are being received, until the moisture of pre-cum starts creeping over my fingers. Observing Hatter, his face looks blank, but unnaturally stiff, my guess is he’s close to cumming, so I continue to grasp and stroke. I tug up and down, feeling a burn in my arm at the unnatural angle and repetitive movement.

Suddenly I’m startled by a clatter from our table, Hatter has contrived to knock his cup, saucer and teaspoon to the floor. He signals with his eyes that I should retrieve them, so I drop to my knees, part-way under the table. He pushes my head towards his lap while jerking himself the last few times which release his pearlescent jizz. It hits my neck and chest with warm, wet droplets. Keeping my upper body immobile I fumble with my hand on the floor, collecting the fallen crockery before rising to my seat and setting them on the table.

“Thank you kitten,” he smiles. Still concealed by the napkin, he tucks his cock back into his flies. I sit upright but awkward, knowing he wants to admire the rivulets of cum decorating my chest. Meanwhile I’m hoping that no hotel guests can see it.

“I’ve eaten enough, have you Alys?”

“Plenty thank you,” I smile.

“We’ll take these home with us please.” Hatter smiles at the waiter. He makes arrangements to pay the bill, but points out two pastel coloured cupcakes, top heavy with buttercream icing.

I visit the ladies’ while he calls the car round for us, but I know better than to clean up the droplets of sticky cum against my decolletage. I re-apply my lipstick and meet Hatter in the lobby, he takes my arm solicitously to help me down the steps in my high heels. In his other hand he carries a dainty box with a ribbon handle, containing the cakes.

The limo purrs at the kerb and I climb in, while Hatter holds the door.

“Well that was fun wasn’t it?”

“Yes, I enjoyed it very much.” I smile happily.

I love how he toys with me in public, instructing me to do things which make me feel slutty and ashamed. Being at Hatter’s mercy is a strong aphrodisiac, but when he acts like he can’t keep his hands off me and I enjoy the shift in power.

“Remove your dress Alys,” Hatter’s voice is low and saturated with lust.

I comply. Already the moisture gathers in my slick, soaking cunt. He lowers me down on the seat of the limo until I am horizontal.

“I love your tattoo, Alys. However, you know there’s a punishment for getting it done without seeking my permission.”

I’m trembling with desire, with a heaviness in my pussy and lower abdomen from the long-drawn-out foreplay. I watch him through lowered eyes, I’m pretty sure I’ll enjoy however he chooses to punish me. He sits beside me on the edge of the leather seat, and opens the cake box, to remove a cupcake. He presses the piped icing to one nipple then the other, coating both liberally with pale blue frosting. My heart’s pounding so hard now I can see each breast quiver with its momentum. As he bends his head to lick and nibble the icing, I tremble with suppressed lust and emotion. Hatter takes it slowly and insistently, his ministrations making my hands claw pointlessly against the hard leather seats. His sucking and pulling at my delicate nipples makes them engorged and swell to twice their usual size.

Smack! He slaps my breast hard, most impact against the under-breast, but he catches the engorged tender nub of my nipple too. I cry out with shock, while the flame of climax begins to lick at my insides. Smack! When the other breast receives similar treatment I yelp, the throbbing pleasure/pain overlaps the first slap and I arch my back, wanting more.

While my tortured breasts throb, Hatter delivers a final open-palmed slap onto my pussy and clit. I climax while writhing and crying. Cumming and begging, a jumble of words flow out of my mouth, helping to release the pressure along with the clenches and waves of pleasure which wash over me.

Hatter gathers me into his arms, cradling me while I throb, twitch and pant through a delightful climax. He smooths my hair and soothes me, holding me safely in his warm embrace the rest of my journey home.

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