Alice Returns (Doxy Parcel)

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Nicole Ryan 2013. All rights reserved.

Alice couldn’t help
but stare at the man standing one row over from her in the line at her bank. The long brown hair… the way he held his fist under his chin, it was definitely March, only he was different. He didn’t fidget at all, his long hair was combed neatly into a ponytail at the back of his head and he seemed to stand tall, and proud… dignified. Alice’s eyes drifted over his silver suit, down to his black shoes, taking in his handsome profile as he lifted his fist from under his chin, and let out a soft cough before glancing at his watch. As if sensing her gaze on him, his eyes shifted in her direction and Alice quickly turned her head to look out the window.

“Next?” The teller called and Alice stepped up to the desk
, careful to keep her face turned away from the man she was sure was March.

“I’d like to make a deposit please.” Alice said, sliding the white envelope to the woman.

A couple of hours later, Alice was making her way from her apartment and down to the waiting limo, the sun had just set, the air was cool, all the stars visible in the sky already.

“Everything is in the cabinet, Alice. We will arrive in about ten minutes.” The driver said, his chocolate eyes meeting hers through the mirror.

“Ten? But last time…”

“
You’ll find that many of our clients have more than one residence.” He said with finality and Alice nodded as they pulled away from the front of her building.

Alice quickly shrugged her sweat shirt and pants off, an
d pulled out a piece of lingerie that resembled little maid outfit, but instead of white and black, it was white and powder blue, with matching pumps. There was no crotch at all, and the white part was made of soft mesh that went along her arms and hooked over her middle finger. There was a little skirt that didn’t quite cover her ass, and thigh high white stockings that had little powder blue bows at the top.

Beside the pumps, a tall, slender black tube stood atop a small silver tin. Alice lifted the tube, and turned it over. It was lipstick, called
crimson rose
. Alice lifted the pretty tin and opened it, on the inside of the lid was a small round mirror, and Alice gazed in it as she carefully applied the deep shade to her lips as the car bounced and rocked.

A
fter she was happy with the color, Alice glanced down and noticed that there was something under the square of tissue paper inside the base of the tin, and she lifted it away, revealing two chocolates. They were the same size and color as the chocolates she’d had before, except in the middle of the little rabbits, were pink bows wrapped around their necks. Alice popped one of the chocolates in before she quickly pulled the revealing uniform, and matching heels on.

As the car slowed, and pulled up outside a large
brick cottage that was covered on one side with Ivy attractively lit with white twinkling lights. Alice placed the second chocolate on her tongue, the chocolate minty flavor spread over her tongue deliciously. The driver came around to open the door for her, and Alice stepped out careful not to scuff the heels in the gravel driveway.

“What is your name?” Alice asked.

The driver smiled without looking up as he bound her wrists together. Slowly he walked around behind her and placed the silk tie over her eyes, securing it gently. He led her over the gravel walkway with her bound hands in one of his and his arm wrapped around her waist. Alice could smell the woodsy scent of his cologne, and felt the heat of his body against hers. Her feet were silent over the thick brown carpet; there was a golden glow to the room that she could just make out below the blindfold, the house seemed very cozy and warm.

The driver turned her into a room, and placed her on a small daybed that sat against the opposite wall of the door. She smiled under the blindfold as he leaned down to her ear and whispered, his hands resting over hers as they were folded in her lap.

“Daniel.” He said, and without a sound, he was gone from the room.

Alice sat and stared at the only thing she could see: the pretty bow that tied her wrists together. It seemed to almost pulse with vibrations of
delicate light as the shiny silk caught it and tossed it in different directions. Suddenly Alice heard sound beside her, and turned her head slightly.

“Welcome back Alice.” A gentle voice said
entering the room, she recognized it.

“Thank you.” She said as hands began untying her wrists,
the silky tie tickled her skin as it fell to the floor before he finally removed the blindfold.

March stood before her, his long brown hair swept attractively behind his shoulders. He wore tight black pants, a white silk shirt under an extravagant green coat that clung to his torso and flared about his face, and thick black boots that came just below his knees.

Alice looked around the small room, it was so small, that the daybed, the vanity to her right, and the chest of drawers to her left looked oversized, her head nearly touched the ceiling as she stood, placing her hand in March’s. He led the way down a narrow hall and like the strange room, the hall was distorted. Photos hung lopsided, frames of different sizes, and strange swirling shapes… colors, even variations in thickness.

“I have something I’d like to show you.” March said softly beside her.
Alice thought he had a hint of an accent, Russian maybe.

“I’d like v
ery much to see it.” Alice said her voice barely a whisper.

March took her through a wooden door, guiding her into an extravagant garden
room, surrounded on three sides by glass walls. Alice’s eyes widened in the moonlight as she took in the sight before her, countless roses, different shades of yellow, pink and reds, tall elegant foliage and little fountains placed randomly about the greenery. Alice wasn’t sure if the garden was really so beautiful, or if it was the effects of the chocolate… but she was sure that she’d never looked upon anything so stunning in her life. March smiled down at her and reached his hand up to brush a loose strand of hair over her ear before holding her face in his warm hand.

“Do you like it?” He asked, searching her soft features and then fixing his gaze on her crimson lips.

“It’s so beautiful.” She sighed.

“Not as beautiful as you are.” He said
, bringing his hands around her clavicles and promptly placing his lips on hers.

March moved
his arms downward, circling them around Alice’s waist, and crushing her body to his as he lifted her from the ground. Alice wrapped her arms around his neck as she returned his kiss, moaning as he slid his tongue into her mouth and she felt waves of arousal pulsing in her pussy.

“
May I taste you, sweet Alice, before the others?” March asked, setting Alice back on her feet.

Alice looked up into his handsome features as she
slipped her breasts from the dainty top, and undid the button on his pants. As she lowered herself to the ground she opened his fly, his stiff cock bouncing free. She grinned up at him as she took him into her mouth and began sucking his head and working down his shaft, leaving little rings and smears of crimson lipstick in her wake. She kissed the tip of his dick gently before she looked behind her at one of the warped clocks.

“I am here for three and a half more hours
. I am at your disposal Mr. March.” She pumped her hand around his cock once before she added, “That is, if this is
your
party.”

“Yes, t
his is my art studio.” He said with a grunt, and Alice reached up to silence him with a negative shake of her head.

“I don’t need to know any details, just that this is your party.” Alice smiled, she was happy this was his
gathering; she’d wanted him since she’d seen him at the bank earlier.

Before Alice could wrap her lips around him again M
arch grasped her by her arms, stood her up in front of him and slipped his hand under the small white flap that barely covered her pussy. He parted her lips with his fingers and grinned at her wetness before sinking to his knees and snaking his tongue along her clit.

Alice placed her hands on his shoulders as he worked over her, moaning into her thighs and grasping her ass, pulling her tight against him.
March slid two of his fingers into her pussy and began to stroke her, slowly igniting heat inside of her. Alice licked her lips and let her head fall back as she came, crying out softly as March continued to stroke her until the last spasm of her orgasm was finished.

March stood, running his hands along her sides, pulling the tiny skirt with his finger tips and turning her to face the mountains of roses. Alice placed her hands on a thick wooden beam
that had ivy creeping along its base, she stared down at it and it seemed to curl toward her toes as March slid his warm cock head along her wet folds.

“Take me, Mr. March. Take me, I’m yours.” She whispered
as she pressed her ass back against him.

March wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled her back
aligned with him as he pressed inside of her. Alice leaned back against him, and rose up on her tip toes before reaching back and grasping his shoulders for support. March slid his hand down to her clit and began to circle it wildly and Alice’s knees grew weak as she tried to remain standing under the pleasure. After a moment it was too much and Alice bent forward, grasping the beam again, and looking back at March as he pounded into her.

Alice reached back and placed her hand on her ass, pulling it gently to the side and biting her bottom lip as March slid deeper inside her.
March placed his hands on her hips and pulled her against him as she came again, crying out and pounding her fist on the wooden banister. March slowly slid out of her and she turned, already knowing what he wanted.

Alice stuck her tongue out and licked at March’s hole
, tasting his salty precum, and her own juices as he pumped his cock slowly. She looked up into his eyes, and his nose seemed to twitch before his features collapsed and he spurted his hot seed over her breasts in three long streams. Alice grasped his cock in her hands and sucked him clean before getting to her feet.

“Where are the others?” She asked.

“In the garden.” March said as he carefully wiped Alice’s breasts clean with a handkerchief he pulled from his breast pocket.

“Will they be waiting?” She suddenly felt worried that she might not please the whole party, as they always grouped together.
Pleasing an entire gathering was one of the things that Lenora prided Doxy Parcels on, pleasing all of their clients, especially if it was a large party.

“They’ll be fine.”
March said as he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and adjusted the white material about her shoulders.

As Ma
rch guided her along the path through the garden, and the canopy above them disappeared, the stars in the sky gleamed dreamily above. Alice smiled as they rounded a large hedge that had been trimmed into a perfect sphere; she slid her fingers along the soft bristly foliage as she followed the trail. March’s hand was still comfortably on her lower back, and he smiled down at her face as her features lit with curiosity.

The scent of
cherry wood and vanilla drifted into Alice’s nose and just around a small bend sat a young man, no more than twenty two or three, on top of a bright golden blanket. He was situated under a small pergola that was draped with yards of sheer golden fabric, smoking from a large blue water pipe that had coals on the top and four long hoses laying on the blanket.

“Sit.” March said behind her, and Alice approached the blanket, kneeling down and smiling at the young man, he had attractive features, blonde hair and bright cheery blue eyes. He handed her one of the long hoses.