Girly Joe

By Alice Parker

       “Nope, I have answered enough of your questions.  This one is yours.  What do you keep me around for?”

       I placed my fork on the edge of my plate and looked at him a moment before responding. 

       “You're kidding, right?” I asked, mostly stalling for time.

       “No, I am not.  I want you to tell me why YOU keep ME around.”  Joe asked with a twinkle in his eye.

       “It's complicated.”  I responded simply before picking my fork back up and stabbing at the broccoli salad on my plate. 

       “Complicated?” he asked as he propped his chin on his palm, elbow on the table.  The smirk on his face said he was enjoying himself here.  “I have time.”

       “I guess it mostly comes down to trust.”  I responded as I slid my fork into my mouth, his gleaming eyes following its movements.

       “Go on.” He urged. 

       “I guess that when your interests are as exotic as our are it is hard to find someone that you like or care about to share that with.  People are so mean Joe.  They fight, they mock each other, they use each other's secrets as weapons against them.  It just gets so fucking ugly sometimes.”

       “True.”

       “Well, I don't worry about that with you.”  I said as I pushed together the last of the salad that was left on my plate.

       “Is that all?” He asked, sitting back in his chair.  His dinner had long been finished.  I have always been a very slow eater. 

       “No!” I exclaimed, shocked he would ask such a thing.

       “Well then, what else?”

       “Uh... you know I made pie today, right?” 

       Joe exploded with laughter and I swatted at his upper arm.  It may be an old trick of mine but it is still effective.  When you hate answering the same questions you love to ask you learn to quickly utilize whatever resource you can to deflect, evade and if possible avoid the question altogether. 

       “You know you aren't off the hook, right?”  He asked as I nodded my head solemnly, chewing the last of my dinner.  I was counting on him to forget it.  “Good, because I know what you are doing here and I want you to know it is only a stay, not a pardon.  Now what kind of pie did you say it was?”

       “I didn't, go look.”  I said with a grin as I sat back in my chair. With the way my stomach felt I was starting to contemplate my slice as a midnight snack.  Joe came back to the table, eating as he walked. 

       “So about Colette...” He started as though she had already been mentioned.. 

       “Yes?”

       “When do you think I might get to see her again too?” He asked hopefully.

       “I don't know.  I haven't seen her myself for quite some time and I have news for her...  I want to get at some pussy and there is this girl down at the office...”

       “Really?”  He asked.  If he brightened much more he would have been able to illuminate all of the Eastern Seaboard with his glow.  “Tell me about her.”

       “Well there really isn't much to tell.  Her name is Visola, she is a newer girl, she is cute and she stares at my tits.  All the time.”

       “Vis what?  What does she look like?” 

       “Visola.  She told me what it means and I forget now but it was very pretty.  I usually call her Vi or Victrola.  She has a beautiful figure, high cheekbones, lips you could nibble on for days, dark skin...”

       “Dark?” He interrupted.

       “Well she is a black girl.” I started.

       “Really.”  He licked his lips as soon as the word came out.  I know the old 8mm projector in his mind was rattling to life and the bulb was starting to flicker on.  He had enough material to start a show.

       “Yes.  And I am pretty sure that if I wanted to she would...”

       “Do you think she would do it with Colette?”  He asked.

       “I don't know.  I hadn't though about it.  Maybe... someday.”

       “Do you think Colette would do it with her?”

       “You know Colette is a little slut and would jump on it just because as fussy as I am about women, you know Vi is hot.”

       “And would you do it with both of them?  I mean together?”

       “I don't know.  Maybe.”  All I could think was that if he kept this up he would be whipping it out any second.

       “And what about me?” He asked, almost mesmerized by the movie he was playing for himself. 

       “Okay.  You know what?  You should just get in your car and drive about an hour in reverse because you have just gotten way too far ahead of yourself!”  I laughed.

       “That may be, but I'll be smiling the whole time.”

       “So... since I can't have Colette OR Visola right now, do you think you would...”

       “Mmmm, you are probably the only woman I would let dominate me like that.” He noted, already knowing where I was headed with that thought..

       “Hooray!”  I clapped my hands together quickly like a small child who has just been promised a treat.  “Let's just get the dishes in the dishwasher and we can head up if you like.”

       “Sounds good to me.”  He said as he got up and wandered off toward the bathroom, leaving his plate on the table.  I am not the only one with tricks.  Don't be fooled.  I smiled as I picked up his plate and went into the kitchen to tidy up.  It was good to have him back.

       I finished up as quickly as possible, then headed up to my bedroom and into the closet.  I was digging around, looking for things I might use.  I should have waited until I was prepared but you can't plan for everything.

       “So what are you going to put me in?” Joe asked as soon as he came in the room and saw the closet light was on. 

       “I think this stuff, but we are going to have to see if it will even work.” I replied.  “Are you sure you want to do this today?  We can get stuff just for you.”

       “Sure why not.  I mean there is no sense in getting a bunch of stuff if we don't like it.”  He said as he took the bundle out of my arms.  “I am going in the other room to change.  I'm shy.”

       “You are full of shit Joseph Martin!  Here take this.  We can fill it later.”  I said as I dangled the bikini top in front of him.  He snatched it from my hand and went into the bathroom. 

       I was thinking my assistance would probably be required and it wasn't be long before I heard my name being called through the closed door.  When I went in, there he was.  He had the patchwork gypsy skirt on already.  The bikini top was only tied around the neck and the strings had been tied so tightly that the fabric rode up past his nipples.

       “How in the hell do you guys DO this?” he asked asking me to answer for an entire gender. 

       “Well I think it's easier if you have something more substantial for it to catch on.”  I said as I moved behind him and fixed the strings at the top.  “Sorry I don't have a proper bra for you but I don't think any of mine would come close to fitting.”

       I grabbed the strings at his back.  Thank God they make the things long.  Despite the length, they were almost too short but I managed to tie them. 

       “There.  How is that?”  I asked.

       “Flat.” he said as he looked at himself in the mirror. 

       “Well then come on, let's go.” I said as I took his hand and headed for my dresser.  He grabbed the shirt I had given him off of the counter and brought it with him.

       I got to the dresser and started doing it like Colette and I did when we were young.  I started grabbing socks and underwear, putting them into the bikini top, straightening and adjusting as I went until I had the effect I wanted. 

       “There!”  I said proudly and rummaging through the drawer I found a pair of pantyhose that I had bought several months before.  They were obviously mis-marked or defective because they were labeled my size but were much larger than normal.  I handed them to him.  “I am going to get my make up; see if you can get into these.  They are big on me but I'm not sure they will fit you.  I KNOW I don't have any panties that will work.  Sorry pussycat.”

       “That's okay.  I wouldn't expect you to, I'm just surprised you have anything that will fit me.” He said as he took the hosiery I offered him. 

       I went into the bathroom and gathered up the items I wanted and tossed them into a make-up bag I keep for travel.  When I got back to the bedroom Joe was surprisingly sitting on the edge of the bed with his leg hairs flattened by the nylons. He was just pulling the shirt over his head.  It was a little tight when he got it on and the sleeves rode up a little but it would do for now.

       I sat down and sat on the end of the bed, facing him.  We spoke very little as I put the makeup on him.  What little I did say was more instruction than anything else, asking that he look up or turn his head at the required times. 

       I got done and looked at him for a moment, seeing if there was any way I could make any kind of improvement to the job I had done. 

       “Well?  Do I look pretty?”  He almost more demanded than asked.

       I couldn't help myself.  I burst out in laughter.  “No.  But I can pretend if you can.”

       “Deal!”  He laughed getting up to follow me into the bathroom.  I could only hope he wouldn't put on the brakes when he saw himself.  I was dripping wet and ready to go by that point.  Just getting him ready made me hot. 

       I set my makeup bag on the counter, figuring I could put the stuff away later.

       “Oh!  Damn!”  Joe exclaimed when he saw himself in the mirror and turned his head away from the sight.  “I don't think I could get that drunk.” 

       Despite his initial reaction he managed to spend a fair amount of time checking himself out.  He was not a pretty woman; the facial hair didn't help matters at all.       

       “Come on Josie...  let's go.  You didn't get all dressed up to look at yourself did you?”

       “No.”  He laughed. 

       “I didn't think so you little slut.”  I grabbed his wrist and tugged him into the bedroom and toward the end of the bed where I flopped down.  “Why don't you do a twirl, I want to see how pretty you are.  Very nice.  Now come here.”

       He stepped toward me and as soon as he was within arms reach I hooked my fingers into the stretched waistband of the skirt and pulled him toward me.  Once he was there I started gathering the fabric of the skirt up in my hands while looking into his eyes until I was able to get my hands under it.

       The feeling of the smooth nylons spiked through with the tips of escaping leg hair was quite unusual as I ran my hands up and down the outsides of his thighs.  I didn't even have to look at him to know he was getting excited.  I could tell from the change in his breathing pattern.

       “How do they feel?” I asked him. 

       “Good.  A little funny.... tight.” he replied quietly.

       “Mmmm... well it's a good thing you like tight things then huh?  I like tight things too.”  I cooed as my hands found their way to his ass cheeks and started gently massaging them.  “Do you think you might have something tight that I would like?”

       “Yes.” He almost groaned rather than spoke the word.

       “And what” I started to ask as I began to stand, pulling my hands from under the skirt and running them over his hips and the sides of his chest as I went.  “might that tight thing be that you have for me?”

       “My ass.”  He said.  I think something funny happened with the lighting in the room at that moment because if I didn't know better I would think he was blushing.

       My hands went into his hair and grabbed tightly.  I pulled him in toward me and my lips sealed over his in a kiss.  We both moved toward each other as our tongues wrestled.  I could feel the heat of his hard cock as it pressed against my pubic bone.  I wrapped one jeans clad leg around his waist and tried to grind my covered clit against his cock for relief.  It had been so long since I had seen either Joe or Colette I thought I might burst. 

       We hadn't wasted much time either.  He flew in, I picked him up, fed him and now the fun was really starting.  He fell on top of me, pushing me on to the bed and I did not protest.  I was not in the mood for it.  I simply moved to get on top once we were down and he did not object in any way. 

       I took his bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling and sucking on it while both of our hands searched for the other's nipples.  I released his lip and we moaned into each other's mouths as our fingers pinched and played with our desired targets.

       He was grinding into me as fiercely as I was grinding onto him.  We lost ourselves there, setting our game aside for the moment.  It was at the moment that I was ready to rip my pants off that I realized what we were supposed to be doing. 

       I pushed myself gently away and slid down his slippery legs so that I could kneel between them.  He took the opportunity to pull his homemade tits back down while I pushed his skirt up exposing his hard member straining against the pre-cum stained and stretched nylon. 

       “Oooh...  look at that.”  I purred as I leaned down.  I licked up the length of his shaft, the smooth feeling was lost as my saliva was quickly drawn from my tongue, trapped in the fibers of the hose.  I rubbed then licked his balls as well before gathering the stressed fabric near the head of his cock and ripping it open.

       “Looks like someone enjoys dressing up like a  little sissy bitch.”  I said as my mouth descended on his poor cock which surely must have been chaffed by the nylon.  I couldn't feel too badly for him, he hadn't complained. 

       “Oh Godddd...”  He cried as I licked and teased his cock with my tongue.  I moaned with my own pleasure of his appreciation and took the head of his cock in my mouth while ripping the hosiery open to have better access to his balls. 

       “Alissss”  He hissed, causing me to chuckle softly while sliding down his shaft. His hand went to the back of my head and he held it gently while I moved up and down, working my tongue as I went.  I slid my mouth off of his cock and ran my tongue down its length to his scrotum. 

       I licked, nibbled and sucked on his balls for a few moments, listening to him moan as I made my own little noises.  I grabbed the nylons and ripped a little more.  My lips never left his balls as my hands slid under his thighs so that I could push them up.  He lifted his legs up eagerly, having waited for the invitation. 

       “Oh I know what you want don't I?”  I asked as I ripped the pantyhose a bit more.

       “Hold these for me.” I directing him to keep his balls out of my way. 

       I pulled the cheeks of his ass farther apart and I dove in to lick at his puckered hole.  I looked up and saw that he was using his free hand to jack-off.  I smacked the back of it before returning my tongue to its happy chore. 

       “Oh shit!”  He sighed as my tongue started to try and work its way in.  I fucked his ass that way for a moment before running my tongue back up and over his fingers as he continued to hold his balls, unsure of what I might do next. 

       I pushed his hand away and grabbed his member firmly with one hand while my index and middle finger pushed into his hungry ass.  My mouth descended on his cock once again and I heard him muttering under his breath. 

       His hips started bucking slightly and I knew he was getting close.  It was time to stop.  I slowly drug my lips back up his length and gave the head enough suction so that it came out with a pop. 

       “You didn't think I would let you cum first did you?”  I asked as I pressed my fingers as deeply into his ass as I could get them and gave them a little wiggle before pulling them out. 

       “I was hoping you would.” he confessed through lips surrounded by smeared lipstick.  My lips could not have looked much better since I was the one who smeared it. 

       “Mmm-hmm.  I'm sure.” I agreed as I grabbed his hand and placed his fingertips on the denim covering my crotch.  I know myself and I was pretty sure it was soaked through. 

       “Niiiiice...” He said, his reaction confirming my suspicions. 

       “Yes it is.” I said as I pulled away from him and climbed off the bed.  I headed for the toy box and opening it up, I found the butt plug I was looking for.  “Now, here is a little something to keep your ass warm while you take care of the mess you have made in my panties.  Get on your hands and knees and come to the edge of the bed.”

       He got up and quickly found out that he needed to gather his skirt up as he lurched forward, caught up in the garment.  Once he was at the edge I moved so that I was in front of him. 

       “Undo my pants.  No... no hands.” I said as soon as his hands started to move toward me.  He sighed heavily and grabbed the button with his lips.  He worked at it a moment before getting his lips and tongue working together as a team. 

       Once my button was undone, he nuzzled his face in closer to grab at the tab of the zipper.  He pulled it down with his lips and teeth while my breathing quickened.  As soon as he was done he looked at me expectantly.  I stuck my thumbs into my pants, catching them on my panties, and pushed both down together until I could step out of them. 

       Joe's eyes grew wide and he gasped in surprise as he saw what I had done for him.  I will admit I was a little self-conscious at first but when I saw his reaction that feeling dissolved completely. 

       “I thought you might like that.  You are lucky, you told me you were coming just before my spring shearing.”  I said as I stood there in my un-groomed glory. 

       It had been two months since he told me he would be heading my way and I was over-due for a trim then.  I was starting to wonder if I could braid it to keep it out of my way until his visit.

       He grabbed my hips and pulled me to his lips, and no sooner than it took for me to pull my t-shirt over my head, his tongue was on my clit.  He inhaled deeply through his nose as he nuzzled into my juicy crevice.

       “Whoa, whoa, hold on a second there you greedy bitch.”  I said pulling away from him again.  I put one foot on the edge of the bed and slid the plug in and out of my pussy a few times, covering it in my honey.  “I think you forgot about this.”

       After a few  strokes I pulled it back out and his eyes watched as the thick string of my cunt cream stretched until it finally broke, one half retracting to the plug and the other falling against my thigh.  I walked to the other side of the bed and using the fingers from one hand and the back of the hand that was holding the plug I pried his ass cheeks apart and again administered to it with my tongue.  I caressed and teased it before invading it slightly.  I heard his moans and he ground his ass into my face, trying to get more. 

       I pulled myself back and took the tip of the plug and ran it over his asshole with the slightest bit of pressure, teasing him until I started pushing it slowly but steadily.  I heard him curse as he got to the widest part right before it slid home, seating itself comfortably in his rectum.  I ran my hands up the insides of his thighs and over the  riped edges of the huge hole in his pantyhose and thought about how he would look in a garter and stockings. 

       “God you are so fucking sexy.” I said as I smacked his ass hard, giggling when he lurched forward from the unexpectedness.  I clamored up onto the bed so that I could lay my head on the pillows and pulled my knees up, spreading my thighs wide. 

       “Come here princess.  I think you need to get to work.” I invited him. 

       “Damn it!” He cursed as his knees got caught up in the flowing fabric of the gypsy skirt, pulling some stitches as he did so. 

       “It's okay.  Don't worry about it, you just have to remember you are in your pretty little frock.”  I said giggling again.

       He got himself positioned and with seeming reverence he parted the saturated hair that covered my clit and he leaned forward, planting one sweet kiss on it then licked his lips.  His mouth descended on my mound, causing my moans to begin immediately. 

       I didn't make it difficult for him.  I had stopped playing with myself weeks ago to increase my sensitivity for him.  It was a wonder I didn't rape him at the airport. 

       “Ohhhh Joe....  You are gonna make me cum already!” I wailed as he deftly worked my pussy over with his tongue and fingers.  My own fingers tangled into his hair, twisting and pulling as my passion mounted. 

       I wailed and writhed, moaning as I neared an explosive climax.  I could feel all of my muscles tightening as my orgasm built.  I was just about to crest when it happened.

       “Oh shit!” I cried out sounding rather annoyed making him look up with a very startled expression on his face  “No don't stop oh God don't stop, that's it, oh yes Joe!  Yes!”

       He drank the juices my cunt was providing so readily and so greedily that he was slurping as I shook and trembled on his tongue.  His fingers dug into my hips as he tried to keep me from bucking so wildly. 

       As my orgasm waned, his licking slowed for a moment, then sped back up.  He knows me too well.  His grip on my hips had recently relaxed but instantly tightened once more.  His past experiences with me had held true and it wasn't long before I was crying out on the cusp of another orgasm. 

       “Oh Joe.  Oh you are gonna.... oh I am gonna....  I know you want me too... I am going to fuck that ass so...  Oooooooh....  Oh so good.  Mmm oh yes Joe, right like oooh!”  I couldn't tell you what I said beyond that moment as I melted into moans and half spoken, incoherent words.  Both my pussy and I wept sweet tears of joy for Joe at that moment.  It had been so long and he was just so damn good at getting me off.

       “You okay?” he asked looking up at me once my second orgasm faded away.

       “Yeah, I just... you know how I am.” I said.  The tears I sometimes shed when having an orgasm are something that he had become accustomed to.  I was surprised he was even asking.

       “No...  The first one.  What did you yell for right before you came?”  He asked, still puzzled by it. 

       “Oh that!  I just got a cramp in my thigh that's all.  And how concerned were you any way since you didn't bother to ask until you got me off  second time?”  I challenged.

       “You told me not to stop so I didn't.”  He replied.

       “But you stopped now.  Why?”

       “To make it easier to get you off again!”  He said with gusto before diving right back in to tease my clit some more. 

       “Smart man!”  I congratulated him while ruffling the hair on the top of his head.  My hand lingered, the teasing act of affection turning into a caress before I was cradling the back of his head  and pulling him tightly to me once again. 

       Joe pushed two fingers into my cunt-hole and worked them gently in and out, triggering yet another round of loud moans and depending on which end of my cock you were on, threats or promises.  I peaked again for him then; my vaginal muscles squeezing the fingers he still managed to hold inside of me despite my violent movements. 

       “That's right baby and you're gonna do it again.” He said more to my pussy than to me, barely looking up when he spoke the words. 

       His face went back into my soaking slit and I cried out when his fingers quickly moved from my cunt to my asshole.  They massaged it for a moment before just one of them slid in.  My back arched in pleasure from it and I was taken off guard by a fourth orgasm that when it subsided, left me feeling like Jell-o. 

       “Stop Joe... oh please stop.  Oh my God.  I need to get a minute here.”  I couldn't take any more.  Not at that moment anyway.  When he pulled his face out of my thighs he was grinning from ear to ear and he moved to lay beside me.  I nuzzled into him while he caressed me, waiting for me to cool down enough to be able to continue both mentally and physically.  If I my brain hadn't been on a temporary shut down I would have giggled at the sight of his erection, poking up the front of his skirt.

       “God I love it when you cum.” He said softly.

       “Mmmm... me too.”  I mumbled, beginning to stretch out like a lazy cat, squealing as I did so.  Once I was done with that I was ready to continue.  “Okay princess, get up.  It is time for me to make good on my promises.”

       “Where do you want me?”  He asked as I got off of the bed.  His face was a wreck.  His mascara had run, probably from a few different causes.  A bead of sweat had run down the side of his face at one point leaving a streak that cut through the blush on his cheek, exposing the foundation below it. 

       “Go pull that chair out and bend over the back of it.” I directed as I made my way once again to my toy box.  I pulled out my harness and selected a nice fat dildo to go with it.  I got myself together and just as I was about to shut the lid, I reached back in and grabbed a riding crop.

       Joe saw it in my hand as I walked toward him.

       “Whoa, who said that was going to be involved?  I thought I was just going to be a girl.”  He complained, more teasing than anything.

       “Oh but you aren't just any girl, any girl would get spanked.  You are a slut and sluts get the crop.  I don't have to restrain you do I  Joseph?”

       “No.”  He said his eagerness growing to the point that it was as visible as his erection. 

       “Good my pet.  Very good.”  I said as I walked behind him, caressing his still pantyhose-clad legs with the crop as I did so.  “You've gotten over the hard part, you have the skirt on.  Most men couldn't be this brave.  I think a lot of men would need to be restrained to get them into the skirt.” 

       “You'd be the expert there.  I've never tried or wanted to get a man in or out of a skirt.”  He said wryly. 

       “Okay, enough talking or I will restrain your mouth.”  I said tersely as I began to lift the flowing and loose hem of his skirt with the crop, pushing it until it was neatly on his back.  The hole in his pantyhose was monstrous, making them little more than flimsy stockings with built in garters.

       I grabbed the end of the butt plug and gave it a wiggle just to make sure he remembered it was there.  He moaned softly from the action but he didn't speak.  I ran my hand over his ass cheeks gently for a moment, then suddenly hit him with the crop.  Hard.

       “Ow!  Fuck!”  He cried out while grabbing the arms of the chair to brace himself.

       “Ooooh, interesting.” I said as I set the crop down, using his back as a table.  I went back to the toy box and got out the dick-gag that he had not yet had the pleasure of meeting.  “I think it is time for this!” 

       I pulled the gag clear of the lid to the box making him groan when he saw the protuberance.  I walked back over to him and held it in front of his face expectantly.

       “Alice, you don't need to, I won't...”  He started.

       “You won't, but you are right now so open it up if you want to get fucked.”  I said as I popped the gag into the mouth that fell open before me.  “See... you can be good when you want to.”

       I fastened the gag and walked back to the toy box and grabbed a pair of handcuffs.  He looked at me quizzically.

       “Sorry doll-face but if I can't trust your mouth I am thinking I can't really trust the rest of you.”  I grabbed his left hand and snapped the cuff on to it.  I sighed as I looked at the arms of the chair.  I really didn't care to mess with getting out ropes or any other restraints so I did the best thing I could and pulled his hands behind him so that only his chest was supporting him on the chair. 

       “You have gotten some bad habits while you were gone.”   I chastised him gently as I pulled the crop out from under his restrained wrists.  “I would be making sure those fingers are out of my way if I were you.”

       His hands instantly curled into loose fists just before I delivered a stinging blow to his upper thigh.  His fists tightened and he grunted from behind his gag.  I laughed and swatted his ass with the crop two times in quick succession. 

       “Oh now, you didn't think you were going to just skate with wearing a skirt and some lipstick did you?”  I swatted his ass again with the crop.  “A little fun fluff to keep your balls warm while I sit on your face?  Is that all this was supposed to be Joseph?”

       I smacked each thigh with the crop getting both the inner and outer thighs on each leg.  Each time a blow landed his fingers would tighten and then relax.

       “No...  that wasn't all was it?  I think I was going to be calling you some names too.”  I smacked my calf with the crop and exploded with laughter when his hands clenched as a reflex.  I smacked each cheek twice and then ran my left hand over them in a soothing caress. 

       “After all... look at you.  You are in drag just waiting to get your ass fucked.  What does that say about you Mr. Martin?  I am trying to think of what my 8th grade gym teacher would have called it.”  While stroking the left cheek I smacked the right one with the crop.  “Hmm... I suppose it will come to me.  He was such a small minded, foul little man.”

       “And how hard was it really?” I asked no longer bothering to use the smacks as a form of physical punctuation.  I was now just swatting at leisure.  “I bet you started to get stiff when I mentioned it at the table.  Pig.  I thought you were going to whip it out right then and there when we were talking about those girls.  Is that what you wanted?  To be one of the girls?”

       The crop was hitting his thighs and ass making both glow red and shimmer with the sheen of a fine sweat.

       “I bet you would like that wouldn't you?  We could put you in a dress and make-up and make you our little fuck toy.  We'd have to get Vi a big black cock so she can fuck your ass while Colette and I see if we can't both cram into your mouth.  You'd make such a pretty little bitch for us and I promise; you would not shit right for a week.” 

       I'm not sure if his whimpering was from the cropping he was receiving or if it was the thought of his manly regularity being disrupted that caused it.  Either way it put a wicked smile on my face.  I gave his ass a couple of really good stingers for good measure before tossing the crop on the bed.  I moved around to the front of the chair and knelt on the seat of it.  Reaching around to the back of his head I unbuckled the gag and pulled it away from his face.

       Tossing the gag on the chair, he barely got a moment before I pushed my cock into his dripping lips.  I kept pushing until I hit the back of his throat and he choked and coughed.

       “What would you tell me?”  I asked as I pulled out a little.  “Oh yes... just relax and take it slut.”

       I started stroking in and out of his mouth, trying to push a little deeper each time.  It was, after all, to his benefit to try and take as much of it as he could since it would be going up his ass.  His breath was coming in bursts that were cut short by the plunging of the cock that was trying to force its way into his throat. 

       “Look at me bitch!  I want you to look at me while you suck my big hard cock!”  I snapped at him.  “That's right you queer little fucker.  You know you like it.”

       I plunged my cock in as deeply as he could take it and I am not sure what possessed me at the moment but I reached up and pinched his nostrils shut.  His eyes grew wide with panic and he tried to pull away but I grabbed the hair on the back of his head to prevent him from getting anywhere.  What little distance he had moved his head was quickly matched by my hips. 

       “Shhhh.... you know you are just fine.”  I whispered.  He looked up at me at first a little angry as his body tensed, but then he relaxed.  It hadn't been more than 20 seconds or so but when I pulled my cock out and released my hold on his nostrils, his breath came in a whoosh. 

       “Fu...” He started but then caught himself, not wanting to have the gag back in his mouth.  It wasn't the same kind of obstruction that he had just faced but any obstruction was more than he cared for at the moment. 

       “That's right. Very smart.” I congratulated him as I climbed back off of the chair.  “Now tell me what you want me to do.”

       I bent over and grabbed the plug that was keeping his ass ready for me.  I set it down on the nightstand behind me and put the head of my cock to his slightly gaping hole. 

       “I want you to fuck my ass.”  He said, his voice heavy with his excitement.

       “No, no, no.  Your ass is pretty and my cock is so nice and hard.  Try again.”  I scolded him. 

       “I want you to use your nice hard cock to fuck my pretty little ass.”

       “Oh that was good.”  I praised as I started pushing into him.  “I think there is a little twink here who has been getting some practice.”

       He grunted as the harness pressed into his flesh.  I pulled out until just the head of the cock  was left in his ass then I thrust forward again.

       “That's right.  Dressed like a woman and taking a cock up your ass.  What kind of a sick faggot-fuck are you?  You sucked that cock like a pro you gay bitch and now listen to you, grunting and snorting like a sow, maybe I need to fuck you harder so you'll squeal too!”

       I grabbed his hips firmly in my hands as my thrusts became more violent.  His hands were clenching and unclenching as he took the pounding I was giving him.  I kept it up for a few minutes, the only sounds in the room were the slapping of flesh, grunts and the rattling of the handcuffs.

       The fine sheen of sweat that had been on his skin was starting to bead up and would soon start rolling until it hit the ground or the pantyhose.  I slowed my fucking and reached down to grab his balls. 

       “Mmmm feels like someone is full of cum.  Would you like to cum?”

       “Fuck, please make me cum.”

       “I don't know...” I teased.  “Maybe you should tell me who's cock can make you a little gay sissy fuck-hole.”

       “Oh shit.  Yours can Alice.  Only yours.”

       “Only mine what?”  I said, my smile just as broad audibly as it was visibly. 

       “Only your big cock can make me a little gay sissy...?

       “Fuck-hole.”  I reminded him.

       “A little sissy gay fuck-hole.” He said.

       “God you are so lucky I am feeling lazy tonight because that was not only shoddy but you fucked it all up!  Really, I should be punishing you.”

       “Oh fuck I need to cum.”  He wailed as my cock slid slowly in and out of him while I continued to fondle his ever tightening balls.  “What was it again?”

       “Well technically it is 'Only your cock can make me a little gay sissy fuck-hole.' but if you want to compliment my fabulous penis by commenting on its size then you may.”

       “Only your cock can make me a little gay sissy fuck-hole.” He said, keeping it simple in hopes of not messing it up again and prolonging his orgasm for even longer.

       “Very good.  I have a special treat for you since you did such a good job on just your second try.”  I said as I thrust the full length of the surrogate member into him and held it there for a moment before pulling out. 

       Once it was out I grabbed his shoulder and pulled up on it so that he would stand.  I grabbed the loose fabric of his skirt, gathering the material in my hand and wadding it together in a  small bundle, I reached behind him and stuck it in his hands.  I turned the chair he had been leaning against so that it was facing him and I took a seat in front of him.

       I ran my hands over the remaining strips of pantyhose that still clung to the outside of his legs, up over his hips to the waist band at the top.  I stuck my fingers under it and pulled it forward, releasing it so that it gave that soft and muffled snap that you get from hosiery.

       “Mmm...  Look at that juicy cock.  Do you want me to put it in my mouth?” I asked as I grabbed the shaft and gave it a playful lick.

       “Yes Alice.  Please put it in your mouth.  I need to cum so bad.” He said almost panting as he did so.

       “Mmm-hmm I'll bet you do.” I purred.  My tongue ran a path down to his balls.  I licked and kissed them for a few moments before my tongue started flicking and I turned my head to the side to make my way back up his cock one tiny lick at a time.

       “Oh God Alice, please.”  His voice was sounding more and more desperate. 

       “If you would like to refer to me in that fashion, I prefer Goddess.”  I said teasing once I reached his glans.  I took just the very tip of his manhood into my mouth and bit down lightly on it, pursing my lips as I did so.  My tongue started flicking the small bit of flesh I had captured, slowing only to probe his piss hole for a moment.

       “Fuck!  Goddess Alice, whatever.  Whatever you want.  Just let me cum.”

       “If I let you cum on my tits will you then feed it to me when you are done?”  I said pulling away slightly and looking up at him.

       “What?  Yeah, hell yeah.  I'll feed you my hot load after I cum all over your tits just please Alice, please...”

       “Damn!  So needy!  Hold on a second, let me just get myself ready.”  I grumbled as I lifted my breasts from out of their cups, pushing each cup down so that it was bunched up under my breasts, pushing them up nicely.  My nipples were stiff from my own excitement. 

       I grabbed his cock again and without any messing around I opened my mouth and took him into me.  My head bobbed up and down slowly a few times while my tongue flicked and swirled.  I applied a tiny bit of suction every time I made my way back to the head of his penis.

       “Alice... I can't hold on much longer.”  He cried out. 

       Since I really wanted to take him to another step I certainly didn't want him blowing his wad in my mouth.  I pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulling it so that it was aimed at my chest, I grabbed it and started stroking it roughly.  He stepped forward so that he was even closer to me and he exploded thick ropes of cum all over my tits and chest as he roared with pleasure and relief.

       Once he was finished, I licked the last spurt that had mostly landed on my forearm and guided him to the bed where he collapsed to lay on his side, panting a moment, still glassy-eyed. 

       “This stuff isn't too good cold.” I said, pulling him out of his blissful after-glow and putting him back into the moment. 

       “Oh I'm sorry.  Get the keys and I'll do that.”  He said.

       “Let me help you up.” I said.  He rolled onto his back and I grabbed his shoulders.  I pulled on his upper-body while he maneuvered the lower half of his body until he was in a seated position, still in a happy place.  Time to change that.  “And about the keys, no.”

       “Well then how am I supposed to...  Oh, oh no.  Like that?  No.”  He said as my intention finally dawned on him.

       “Okay.  I can just put it in a dish and stick it in the 'fridge.  We can try again in the morning.  I'll just go to bed and you can just...  sleep on your side I guess.”  I said nonchalantly. 

       “No Alice.  I don't want to do that.”

       “I see and tomorrow you were only going to make me do the things I wanted to do?”  I more challenged than asked.  An evil grin broke out on his face.  “Mmm-hmm.  See?  And it isn't like I am asking you to swallow it and it isn't like it is someone else's.”

       “No, I guess not.”  He said reluctantly bending forward.  His tongue went out but he paused before he made contact.  He looked up at me to see if I was really serious.  When he saw that I was, he sighed heavily and licked up a big glob of  cum.  I had to giggle when he left his tongue sticking out of his mouth to deliver the load.  I opened my mouth and accepted it.

       He started to pull away but I swallowed what I had and grabbing the back of his head I pulled him back to me and thrust my tongue into his mouth.  We kissed deeply for a moment when I lowered my hand and pulled back.

       “I just wanted to make sure you didn't have any left on there.  If you keep your tongue out like that it will dry up long before you are done.”  I offered helpfully.  The first time he had reeled his tongue back in, he smacked it on the roof of his mouth and gave me a sour look.  I never expected my method of assistance to be particularly helpful, I just wanted him to have the personal  justification to relax. 

       That is how we continued until his chore had been completed; licking, kissing and a begrudging acceptance.  I couldn't wait to see how he planned to answer this.  I sighed, almost regretting having made him do this.  Too bad I hadn't thought of that before he had finished.

       “That is good enough.” I told him.  The vast majority of it was gone and the last load he had gathered had been pretty scarce indeed.

       “Am I done?”  He asked.

       “Pretty much, I think I would like to cum a little more but yeah, I think we are done.”

       “Good.  I can't believe you just made me do that.”  He said, knowing he could freely complain.

       “Mmmm... I LIKED it.” I said, standing to get the key to the handcuffs.  “Did you?”

       “I...  I'm not sure right now.”  He said, dealing with his own conflicting emotions. 

       “That's okay.  We can talk about it again when you bring it up.”  I offered unlocking one, then the other of the handcuffs.  He started moving his arms and working his shoulders to get the stiffness out.  I sat on the bed behind him and massaged his shoulders while he tried to work the tendons and muscles back into their normal positions.  He pulled the top off and I untied the strings of the bathing suit while he cupped the front in his hands, setting the contents on the other side of the bed for the moment.   

       He leaned back into me and I laid back onto the bed.  We positioned ourselves so that we were most comfortable and laid there in the silence for some time.  I looked up at one point because I was wondering if he had fallen asleep.  He just looked back and smiled.  He had probably been thinking the same thing of me. 

       “Are you ready?”  He asked, finally breaking the silence. 

       “Huh?” I asked, daydreaming about the pie in the kitchen. 

       “You said you wanted to cum some more.  Are you ready?”

       “That? Oh yeah, yeah I am.”  I said, grinning after being reminded of my original thoughts.

       “Good, because I want to go downstairs and get some more of that pie!”

       I laughed uproariously at his statement.  When he thought about what he had just said he started laughing too.

       “Alright little girl, get those legs apart!  I need to get this taste out of my mouth!”  He said, moving to get between my legs again.

       Once more, Joe wasted no time in getting to business.  It didn't hurt that my cunt was throbbing it was so swollen and ready for cock.  He immediately slid two fingers into my steaming pussy.  He worked them in and out for a moment, manipulating my clit with his thumb.

       I was writhing and moaning as he knowingly teased my body.  Still on his knees, he reached forward and started playing with my nipples, pinching and pulling them each firmly in turn. 

       “Oh lick me Joe!  Lick me, please.”  I cried out as I humped against his hand.  Each nipple received one last pinch.  He ran his hand slowly down my body and ran it along the inside of my thigh before getting himself into position.  

       He had barely begun when the first orgasm of that set came.  I was calling out his name, intermingling it with moans and gasps.  It had been a long enough period of time since my first round of orgasms that my system had basically reset itself.  My hands busied themselves with my nipples continuing the stimulation that he had instigated.  I was twisting and pulling them, sending me over the edge a second time just as the waves of the first orgasm had started to diminish.  I needed to get fucked at that moment like I need to breathe and he was visibly ready but still, I wanted to wait a bit. 

       “Damn girl!”  He said taking a moment to rest his tired tongue.

       “Oh no, don't stop!  If you keep going now I will cum right away, I promise!”  I cried, reaching my hands toward him.  He shook his head while grinning and dove back in.  He pulled his fingers out of my hot box, only to return one, sliding the other into my ass.  I am sure had I been able to think at that moment I would have noted that he really did want to get at that pie but rational thought was quickly escaping me. 

       My whole universe was right there on that bed as my body soared once again, ready to go over the brink.  It crossed my mind that it felt like I could go on like that forever, just cuming over and over again.  A small part of me wanted to but I knew he had to be getting tired.  I knew from his comment that he had to be about as hungry as I knew I had been a few minutes before, although it now seemed to be a distant memory.

       All of these thoughts evaporated when my next orgasm crashed over me.  My muscles had been tensed almost non-stop through the first two orgasms.  There was very little they could do to tense much more but what little they could, they did.  I was breaking out in a sweat and he was not stopping.  It was as though he were possessed.  I couldn't take any more but I couldn't speak to tell him that.

       “Uhn!” Was the best I could do as I weakly pushed on the top of his head.  It was my seventh orgasm of the evening and it had taken the starch right out of me.  Regardless I managed to draw my thighs up and started trying to press them together. 

       He finally got the hint and pulled his face away from me, panting and  with the silliest grin on his face.  I am guessing he was proud of his accomplishment.  It was my turn to lay on the bed, glassy-eyed and in a daze.  Joe moved so that he was again laying beside me.  We spent several more minutes that way, just enjoying the closeness to each other. 

       My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I was well past ready for a snack.  I sighed and turned so that I could look at Joe, who's fingers had been tracing lazy patterns on my skin.  He was a wreck.  His skirt was still on but it was hiked up and twisted.  His ragged nylons were peeking out from under it, big rips and tears readily evident.  His face was the biggest mess.  He looked like a watercolor that has been left in the rain. 

       “Let's get you out of that mess and get this stuff cleaned up.  Then we can go get some of that pie.”  I said.

       “That sounds great but...”

       “Hmm?”

       “I can't believe you don't want to get fucked.”  He responded a bit incredulously. 

       “Oh I do!”  I insisted.  “Its just that I was thinking we could maybe have some pie, then get dirty in the shower.”

       “You bet!  Just one thing.”  He started sounding a bit coy.  I was quickly imagining laundry list of dirty shit that he might be asking me for.

       “Yes?”

       “I forgot to ask you before...  Do you have any ice cream?”

         

        

       

       ***Note from author If you are not familiar with the characters then you should read some of my other stories so you can acquaint yourself.  I am not Carolyn Keene and I refuse to repeatedly make introductions to the same characters. I guess what I am getting at is that if you want more out of it, you will have to put more into it.