Cowboy Showgirl
Clem Black sat close to the stage and enjoyed his beer. People left him alone as
a rule knowing his gun was as quick as his temper and that suited Clem just fine
and dandy. The piano changed abruptly from filling in between acts to a grand
overture, or as near as the old man playing it could get and the cowboys and
ranch hands filling the saloon began to cheer looking forward to the highlight
of the show.
The curtain swept back and the whooping and the hollering got louder as the men
saw Marseilles Millie draped on a chaise long, silk robe wrapped around her but
parted enough to show a long smooth pair of legs almost as far up s the knee.
Clem put his beer down and gazed at this lovely creature as she began to sing a
song about her life of decadence in Paris. The lyrics told how she was bored of
the fashionable men in France and how she longed for a good solid American male
to sweep her off her feet. The audience lapped it up but Clem barely heard it as
he gazed adoringly at her striking beauty.
When Millie allowed her robe to fall showing her underwear, directoire knickers
and a tight boned corset that bubbled cleavage out the top Clem swallowed, his
mouth suddenly dry. Her arms and shoulders were as bare as her lower legs and as
she moved and sang around the stage Clem felt himself beginning to harden. He
didn't just want this woman, he NEEDED her, as much as he needed food or air he
needed to touch this woman, hold her and breathe in her smell. He restrained
himself long enough for her to finish her routine and while the audience went
berserk with applause and wolf whistles he got up and made his way back stage.
She wasn't there but a quick growl at the young man who was moving the chaise
long off the stage revealed she had gone back to her hotel.
There was only one hotel in Parch, Nevada so he ran over to it and sure enough,
in the fading twilight he saw Millie herself walking briskly toward the hotel.
Clem speeded up and caught her just as she began to start up the steps to the
front door. "Pardon me, ma'am." Clem said, removing his hat. Millie turned
around a little surprised and looked at the large gunslinger standing in front
of her looking a nervous as a schoolboy at a recitation. Clem had run out of
things to say now he'd got her attention and he looked at the dirt between his
feet unable to think properly as a heady scent of perfume wafted over him.
"Why, I have an admirer." Millie said in a light Louisiana accent.
"Yes ma'am." Clem managed and ground to a halt again.
Millie smiled, not a stranger to this situation. "Did you enjoy ma show tonight,
cowboy?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Did you want ma autograph?"
"N...no ma'am." Clem stuttered. "I just wanted to say that..." he faltered but
forced himself on." That you're the prettiest darn girl I ever seen. An' I seen
a lot."
Millie's hand moved to her breast and Clem couldn't tear his eyes away from that
flimsy robe and the shapes that lay beneath.
"Why thank you." Millie said, smiling. "What's your name?"
"Clem, ma'am, Clem Black."
"Well, thank you Clem," she said and leaned forward and kissed him on the lips
very briefly but it set Clem's heart on fire. "If you're ever in little ole
Carson City come and see my show there, it's even better."
As she turned to go Clem spoke again. "Will you marry me, Miss Millie?" She
stopped as if she walked into a door and her expression was much the same. She
stared at Clem in open astonishment. "I know you don't know me," Clem continued
looking at the dirt again, "but I'm a strong man and I'd look after you. Ain't
no one faster with a gun than me this side of the Mississippi, and I make a
passable living so I could get you more of them fancy clothes you like wearing
and look so good in."
"Clem." Millie said gently. "I can't marry you."
"If yer married already we could elope."
Millie smiled but without malice. "Believe me Clem you wouldn't want to marry a
girl like me."
Clem kicked the dirt with a worn boot. "It's 'cause I'm ugly ain't it."
Millie laughed. "No, Clem. And you're not ugly. If I could pick a man to marry
he'd be as big and handsome as you." She took his hand in hers and kissed it in
the middle of the palm. "Thank you for the offer, Clem. I'll cherish it." Then
she turned and entered the hotel.
For a moment Clem almost went in after her but the fire that had fuelled his
bravery so far died down at the thought of a hotel full of people listening in.
He kicked the dirt again. "Shit." He said and walked away.
Marseilles Millie walked along the busy street towards the theatre. The tour had
been hard work but fun and she remembered fondly that big burly gunslinger with
the broad chest and huge hands who had proposed. She sighed sadly and waited on
the corner outside the Carson City Bank for a safe moment to cross the road.
"Miss Millie?" A strangely familiar voice said and she turned.
Clem Black stood there. He was as big and rugged as she remembered but he'd
bought himself a new outfit, mainly black but with a few silver bits here and
there. His boots were the same old dusty brown they'd been last time and even
dressed up nice Clem looked like he belonged in those boots.
"What are you doing here?" She asked in astonishment. It was a good hundred
miles from that rundown old backwater where she'd last seen him.
Clem took off his new hat. "Well ma'am I was serious about what I said last
time. I can't think of anyone I'd rather be with than you and I thought that
maybe if you'd have some dinner with me you might see I ain't just some damn
fool."
Millie gazed at him. "Oh, Clem." She looked sad. "I don't deserve an admirer
like you."
"My offer still stands, but if you want to take it slow I can wait."
Millie put her hand over his. "Clem, there's something about me you don't know."
She took a deep breath. "I don't want to hurt you but you need to know before
you go too far."
Clem frowned. "What?"
Millie looked at him regretfully then pointed across the street to the theatre.
"That's my show."
Clem looked up at the building, its marquee bearing a large picture of Millie
and lines of text. Millie obviously wanted him to read it so he squinted and did
his best. "What does impersonater mean?" He asked after a minute.
Millie sighed. "It means someone who pretends to be something they're not."
Clem thought about this. "I don't get it."
"I'm a female impersonator." Millie said looking upset, tears in her eyes. "I
only pretend to be a woman."
Clem looked at her, thinking hard. "I still don't get it."
Millie frowned. She'd been expecting anger and resentment not incomprehension.
"I'm a man, Clem."
Clem's puzzled look didn't change. His eyes looked at hers, then the rest of her
made up face, and the sweep of her neck, the small hint of cleavage at the scoop
neck of her dress and the way her waist curved in and out over nicely rounded
hips. A trace of annoyance flicked onto his brow and Millie prepared herself for
an outburst. "I don't believe you."
Millie was stunned. "What?"
"You're just trying to let me down easy but I told you, you're the one for me.
You don't need to pretend nothing."
Millie was at a loss for words. She'd been through this a few times in the past,
and it usually ended badly, but no one had ever disbelieved her before.
"Clem, under all these clothes and make up I'm a man, my, er...manhood is folded
down so it doesn't show." Clem just smiled as if her were indulging her in a
lie. "Alright," she said, surprisingly outraged at his denial. "You want me to
prove it to you?"
"Sure." Clem said.
"Right." She grabbed his hand dragging him across the busy street dodging horses
and carriages until they were at the theatre entrance. She hammered on the door
and an old man opened it.
"Afternoon Miss Mille." He said and looked up and down at Clem's imposing figure
deciding it wasn't worth questioning his presence.
Millie pulled Clem through the theatre and onto the stage, leading him through
the wings and up numerous corridors and stairs until he found himself in a
dressing room that doubled as a living space.
"Don't say I didn't warn you Clem." Millie said, shrugging out of her coat. "I
mean it. I don't want you saying it's a shock and blaming me."
Clem grinned. "You're even prettier when you all riled up."
Millie scowled and threw her coat at a chair.
Clem leaned up against the wall as Millie undid the cuffs of her dress and began
to pull it off. She struggled a little due to her haste but eventually it too
flew after the coat as Clem admired the cleavage pushing out of the top of her
tight corset that pulled her waist so deliciously tight. Millie undid the
hanging arrangement of hoops that kept her skirts out and let them fall into a
telescoping heap before kicking them aside. Clem's grin had faded as she
undressed and he just ogled now, looking at the creamy white skin of her arms
and shoulders, and the sexy black fishnets that covered her legs between the
bottom of her knicker legs and the tops of her spindly heeled boots. She was
trying to pull down the waist of her knickers but her corset was too tight and
held them firm so she struggled to reach the ribbon that was threaded through
the back, holding the whole thing together.
"Goddamn, sonofabitch." She swore as she persistently failed to undo the knot.
After a moment she stopped and gave a deep sigh. "Clem." She said flatly. "Could
you PLEASE undo my corset?"
"Sure." Clem said and pushed off from the wall walking towards her slowly and
easily. She glared at him then turned her back. Clem looked at the pink ribbon
that was knotted tightly and pulled the corset and likewise her body into that
gorgeous hourglass shape. This close he towered over her and could see where her
breasts were pushed up and together out of the top and he could breathe in her
heady scent.
Instead of untying the knot he put his huge hands on her waist and slid them
around to the front, pulling her back into him. "I need you Millie, I really
do."
Millie struggled half-heartedly. "Don't Clem." She said tearfully feeling his
hands burning on her stomach and his hardness pressing into her bottom.
"You want to, don't you?" He said into her ear and she nodded.
He turned her around and gazed deep into her eyes and she almost melted in his
arms. "Oh, Clem." She breathed and he kissed her.
Her lips were tender and moist and the taste of her drove him wild with desire.
After a moment he felt something strange and he realised she was licking his
lips with her tongue, little darting touches and her lips opened more, his
following and before he knew it her tongue was starting to touch his, gently
enquiring at first then stronger and more passionately. It was a strange feeling
but if she was from France then who knew what exotic delights were in store for
him. They kissed long and hard, mouths mashing together, tongues intertwined,
and their hand roamed one another's bodies, Clem's alternating between the
stiffened silk of her corset and the supple softness of her upper back and
shoulders, Millie's just up under his arms sweeping across his broad back and
pulling her to him as strong as she could manage.
They gasped and hugged and kissed and groped as wildly as any cheap actors in a
melodrama ever did but they truly needed one another in a way that neither of
them had ever felt before. Clem's huge hands cupped Millie's bottom and he
picked her up easily, her hands encircling his neck, her legs wrapping around
his waist, the ongoing kiss not faltering for a second. Millie could feel Clem's
hard cock pressing against her and she began to rub herself up against it, the
two of them dry humping and Clem began to shove his own tongue in and out of
Millie's mouth.
Clem was getting too aroused; he needed to do more than kiss and rub. Millie
knew it too so when he let her down again she fumbled with his fly and belt and
undid his pants her hands slipping inside his underwear to wrap around a cock
that was bigger than any she'd ever experienced before. She moaned softly to
herself and began to manoeuvre it free. Clem groaned in sexual agony as her
soft, warm hands handled his organ gently and freed it from its prison. She
broke the kiss and Clem tried to reach around and undo her corset but to his
surprise she knelt down and, after giving it's moist head a quick kiss slid it
into her mouth. Clem groaned and almost collapsed. No woman had ever done that
to him before and it felt SO good. He stood there, head spinning at the
mysterious new delights he was being subjected to, trying not to let his legs
buckle as he felt that lithe and rampant tongue that had explored every corner
of his mouth continue its exploration of him in a new place. Her lips were
gentle and warm every bit as good as a snatch but with the addition of that
tongue that kept licking at all the most sensitive areas of his tool and driving
him crazy. He had to fuck her; he couldn't last much longer with this going on
and the thought of having that tongue back in his mouth while he pounded into
her was too much to bear.
Clumsily he managed to undo her corset, bending right over while she sucked up
and down, head bobbing back and forth, tongue lapping at the head, ridge and
shaft in sequence.
"I gotta fuck you Millie." He gasped finally freeing her knickers.
Abruptly she stopped. Clem felt his stomach clench as though he were about to
vomit but it was just his body panicking at such indescribable pleasure just
ceasing.
She stood up and Clem could see she was hot and as desperate for sex as him but
something was stopping her. Without taking her eyes from him she pulled her
knickers down then kicked them off. The black spiky heeled boots lead up to long
graceful legs encased in fishnet stockings that were held at the top by a pair
of pink frilly garter belts. Above that a short expanse of creamy smooth thigh
that led to a cock that was half the size of Clem's but every bit as hard and
erect, a long dangly ball sack swinging beneath.
"Aw shit." Clem said.
"I warned you." Millie said breathlessly having had to breath through her nose
for the last twenty minutes.
"Goddamn," Clem said in frustration, "an' I really needed to fuck you."
Millie frowned. "You mean you still want to?"
"Sure," Clem said, disappointedly, "but you ain't got no hole for me to stick it
in."
Millie's expression changed to one of pure lust. "Don't be so sure, cowboy." She
stepped forwards and pulled him down into another hungry kiss. Clem accepted her
but still felt like he'd missed out on the best part. She pulled his hands from
her waist and cupped them under her bottom before locking her own behind his
neck, and lifting herself up. Her legs wrapped around his waist again as her
tongue searched his mouth but this time she was lifting herself high so that he
had to lift his head up to keep the kiss.
He could feel a hot spot on his stomach where her cock pressed against him then
a pressure on his cock as she sank down. At first it was erotic but then the
pressure became quite strong and began to hurt as her weight lowered onto his
cock. He was just about to pull away and tell her she was hurting him when the
pain ceased. It was replaced by a warm feeling, warm and tight. Goddamn! He
realised he was inside her. Millie was pulling him into her kiss hard, her ass
was full of his great cock and the fact that he still wanted her had filled her
with so much desire there wasn't enough of them to fulfil it but she'd damn well
try.
Clem began to move his hips and felt his cock slide easily in and out of
Millie's ass and as he slowly fucked her, her own cock rubbed up and down his
belly while her low slung balls brushed along the top of his shaft. It was the
most incredible feeling he'd ever had. His rhythm began to speed up and Millie
started to move with him in a counter tempo so that they were both pulling away
at the same time then pushing into each other harder and harder each time.
The pair of them gasped for air as their lovemaking became more strenuous and
they had to break the kiss so they could concentrate on fucking. Clem kept his
hands on her ass cheeks, supporting her as he pounded in and out, faster and
faster, Millie arched her back and threw her head backwards watching the
opposite wall blurrily as her ass was well and truly fucked. The two of them
grunted like animals, their pleasure their only thought as Clem tried to ram his
cock as deep as he could up Millie and she squeezed her ass muscles in time to
his strokes.
Clem groaned and Millie felt a wave of warmth fill her as he spurted his load of
come inside her. Her own cock twitched and sent jets of sticky come right up
onto Clem's face where he opened his mouth and lapped it up.
She pulled herself up as Clem's strokes slowed, his cock slurping in and out of
her dripping hole. She grinned and Clem grinned back and their lips met in
another kiss, this one sticky and creamy from her own jism.
"I guess I can't marry you." Clem said as his cock softened and eased out of
Millie's sopping wet ass. She said nothing, just kept kissing around his lips
and chin licking up her own juices as his dribbled down her leg. "But we could
get engaged. Live as man and wife, something like that."
Millie stopped and stared at him. "Are you serious?"
Clem nodded. "Sure."
"But what about what people would say?"
Clem grinned sardonically. "I ain't never cared what no one thunk a me before.
No reason I should now. Besides, far as most folks are concerned seeing me on
your arm is just gonna make 'em jealous they ain't got a girl anything like as
pretty."
Millie smiled happily. "I am such a lucky girl, Clem." She looked down at his
cock that was beginning to stiffen again. "My, I am SUCH a lucky girl."
