0 comments/ 27765 views/ 0 favorites Little Red By: startrooper I hear a knock on the door and get up to get it. It's you. Little Red. I can see you in that Red Riding Hood outfit with nothing underneath. You are waiting for me. Your skin is glistening and smells of roses. I can smell the scent of your sex in my nostrils. I raise my muzzle into the air and sniff deeply. Mmmm… You are moving your thighs together in heat. Your pussy is running with your juices. I lick my chops as I move in closer to you. You run your hands over your breasts. Your nipples are like little iron spikes, jutting through the red satiny material of your dress. A smile crosses your face. I can see your lips glistening as your tongue darts out across them. I can feel my dick swell just with the sight and smell of you. You speak to me. "My, Grandma… what big ears you have." "The better to hear your cries of pleasure." I reply. "My Grandma… what big eyes you have." You say. "The better to glare at your naked body!" I growl. "My Grandma… what big teeth you have!" you whisper. "The better to eat your pussy with!" I snarl. I leap the room and pull you close into me. You are crushed against my fur. My prick jabs into your belly like a sword. Your hand goes down and grips it tightly. I pull your lips to my muzzle and kiss you deeply. My shaft feels like it will break in your grasp. You break the kiss and sink to your knees. Your lips are hot as they kiss the head of my dick. Your tongue glides across the shaft, eliciting a soft growl from my throat. I feel like I am melting as you take me into your mouth, your tongue swirling against my prick. You suck hard, then soft, alternating the sucking with licks on my shaft and my balls. This feels like it goes on forever. You pull me deep into your mouth and your hands grab my ass, pushing me in farther. I feel your finger tickle my taught asshole, and then with one swift motion you pop it in. I howl as I feel my sperm shoot deep into your mouth. You suck it down greedily and try to get it all. Your mouth pulls off of my dick and you slowly rise to your feet. I can see my cum glistening on your lips. I lower my lips to yours and can taste my own saltiness. Our tongues dance against each other, you sharing what I have given you. I am the one who breaks away this time. I throw you onto the bed, the dress rising around your waist. Your pussy lips glisten wetly as you spread your thighs. I sink to my knees and bury my head in your wetness. Your scent is intoxicating! I lick slowly across your labia causing you to moan loudly. I bite softly on your clitoris, causing you to jump. I start licking greedily at your dripping pussy. My tongue travels back and forth over your clit. Each time I touch it, little sparks race through your taut body. My tongue goes inside your pussy, swirling around, sucking out your juices. Your hands are gripped in my fur pulling me in tighter. I slide my tongue between your ass cheeks, caressing your backdoor. You moan loudly, so I push in one finger. Your back arches upward as you orgasm. I quickly place my lips around your clit sucking fiercely. Your body thrashes around on the bed from my dual assault. Finally you are just whimpering as I pull my finger from your grasping asshole and release your clit from my mouth. Your smile turns to a look of surprise as I swiftly flip you over and pull you to your knees. Your ass and pussy are jutting high in the air, open to my view and whatever I wish! I mount you "wolf-style" and slam my cock deep into your smoldering cunt. You scream out. I start pumping hard and fast, your pussy is liquid fire that grabs at me. You start to orgasm as I push two fingers into your backdoor. I can feel my plunging cock against my fingers through the membrane separating both holes. Your head is lolling on the bed as you orgasm again. I pull my swollen cock from your cunt and plunge it hard and without mercy into your asshole! You scream in pain and pleasure as I shoot load after load into your greedy ass! Finally I am spent and my cock slowly withers and pops out of your ass. You turn your head and look up at me. A smile across your face… "Well… that beats the fuck out of what I had in the basket!!" Little Red I saw her from halfway across the factory. She was being led to the assembly line by the production supervisor. It was from this very first glimpse of her that I simply knew that I had to have her. She looked like a little doll. She was very petite and had to have been at least two inches shy of five feet tall. She had a mane of flaming red hair, which cascaded down over her shoulders to the middle of her back and contrasted perfectly with her alabaster complexion. She looked just so young! She did not look as though she belonged in a factory. She would have been more suited to be seen walking down the halls of the local high school, but I was completely smitten with her. I wanted her. I had to have her! I needed her!!! Well, let me take this opportunity to give you folks some background. I have been working at this factory as an electrician for the past six or seven months. After I had been working here about a month, my live-in girlfriend for the past five years and I decided to break up and go our separate ways. It was not that we were incompatible, either in the emotional or sexual sense, but Hannah and I had been getting into very many arguments near the end of our relationship. These arguments were mostly due to my getting upset about the fact that Hannah was being "led around the nose" by her mother and her closest girlfriend. She did not realize that they were manipulating her to spend our money on things only her mother and closest girlfriend wanted, and that was the downfall of our relationship. You see, Hannah was almost seventeen years younger than I was (I'm forty), and I felt obligated to watch over her, almost as a father would. She was just so naive! I just hated to see her being used by those whom she thought loved and adored her for the person she was, but she could not nor would not see that she was being used. Well, enough of that...I am not bitter, just hurt by how things turned out. I was left feeling so empty and so alone. I still had my feelings for Hannah, but I knew that I had to move on for my own well being...not to mention the yearnings that I felt so deeply within my loins. Oh, I flirt with some of the younger women throughout the factory; I see and occasionally "hook up" with my ex-girlfriend's sister, Heather, who happens to like women more than men; and even have a "fuck-buddy" arrangement with a certain married co-worker, but I knew I needed to find someone with whom I can have a deeper relationship. I mean, casual sex can get a person through some "hard" times, but I do not find sex quite as enjoyable as it can be when one has deeper feelings for their partner. As I mentioned before, I am employed here as an electrician; therefore, as long as things are running smoothly and there are no projects scheduled to be completed, I enjoy quite a bit of freedom to roam about the factory and flirt with the women...as long as I help them achieve the set production goals and do not impede them in any way. * * * I saw where the production supervisor had assigned my little vision of loveliness, so I thought I had better make my move before anyone else. I ambled my way over to where she was working and began to engage her in some small talk. Oh my God, from this close distance I could see she was even more beautiful than I had originally thought! She had captivating baby-blue eyes in which I could simply lose myself. She also had a smattering of freckles, which looked so cute against her alabaster complexion and apple cheeks. God, she did not look a day over sixteen! She was wearing a fragrance (which I later found out was Jessica McClintock) that I found just as intoxicating as her beauty. I found out that her name was Candi, but all her friends just called her "Little Red", or just simply "Red". I told her my name was Jon and that I had been working here about six months as an electrician. I also found out that she was actually twenty years old. Candi also told me something that at first made my heart just drop to the floor...she was married. Great, another married woman! Candi asked me if I were married, so I informed her about my fairly recent breakup with my girlfriend and the reasons behind it. As our conversation progressed, Candi conveyed to me how her husband is a drunk, does not like to hold a steady job, and that he is abusive to her. Candi also let me in on the fact that she plans on filing for divorce as soon as she saves up some money from the first couple of paychecks. Hey, maybe things are looking up! After hearing that bit of news, I decided to become flirtatious with our conversation and Candi was responding quite positively. Before long, the two of us were being quite raunchy with our dialogue...such as each other's sexual likes and dislikes, etc. The next thing I knew it was almost time for lunch. Candi and I had been talking and flirting with each other for almost four hours! It was a good thing that I was wearing a smock, because with all the sexual bantering between the two of us, my cock was hard and throbbing. I could feel the precum leaking from my cock, probably leaving my underwear and pants quite stained and messy. I was sure glad that is was hidden from Candi's view. Since the plant personnel were allowed to leave the premises for lunch, I asked Candi if she wanted to get something to eat at Wendy's which was about three blocks away. She agreed, so we made our way towards the parking lot and we got into my Blazer. "You know, you don't have to call me Candi. Little Red or Red will do," Candi chided. "I'm sorry, Red, but I just met you about four hours ago," I responded. "Yeah, but the way we've been talking to each other, I think you'd better call me Red. Oh, by the way, are you seeing anyone?" "Well, kind of, but it's really nothing serious," I said not wanting to go into the fact with Red that I was screwing around a bit with a married woman. "What are you doing Friday and Saturday nights," she asked. "Well, I sort of had it planned to play and sing at this bar that a buddy of mine owns in my hometown of North Grayford. Why do you ask?" "My husband, Jerry, is going out partying with his brothers over the weekend, and I know that he'll end up getting drunk and probably picking up some little slut. I am just so fucking sick and tired of being done like this, I just figure two can play at this game. Besides, I'm going to divorce the little cocksucker within the next few weeks anyway." With that, I was just pulling into the Wendy's and was headed for the drive-through lane, but was directed by Red to pull into a parking space. "What's it going to be, Jon, do you want to get together with me for the weekend, or what?" "Well, I'm not in the habit of going out with married women," I lied straight to her face not wanting her to think I was quite the cad I actually was, because I really wanted something different with Red. "But if you are really going to divorce this creep, how can I refuse such an intriguing invitation? I really don't want to go to your house to pick you up though. Where can we meet?" "You can pick me up at my aunt's house. She lives in Brewersburg...about 15 miles from where you live in North Grayford, but it is 20 miles from where Jerry and I live in Greensville. After I found out about Jerry's plans, I had planned on spending the weekend there anyway, but now I feel as though I have a much better option." Just as I was getting ready to start up the Blazer to pull into the drive-through, Red grabbed my hand to stop me, and then she leaned into me and placed her lips to mine. Our kiss was tentative at first, but rapidly became more intense and passionate. Her soft lips tasted like candy (pardon the pun). Our darting tongues danced against one another as we both embraced each other. I was totally turned on and I just wanted to take Red right then and there. I didn't give a tinker's damn that it was broad daylight and we were in the parking lot at Wendy's! I really must admit the fact that Red was literally half my age did nothing to squelch my passion for her. I could feel my cock throbbing painfully as Red's hand came into contact with it. "Oh my God, it's so fucking hard! It is just so damn big," Red said as she gave my erect member a gentle squeeze. "Good thing it is Wednesday, and Friday night is just a little more than two days away. Do you think you can hold out for that long, big boy? I know it is going to be just as hard for me!" "Well, I guess we are going to have to, because there is nothing we can do about it right now unless we want to get arrested for public indecency. Besides, lunch is almost over and we really must be getting back," I responded as I started the truck. * * * We made it back to the factory with only two minutes to spare. Red went to her workstation, and as soon as the production supervisor saw me walking down the large aisle of the production floor, he notified me that there was a problem with the brazing ovens. I immediately grabbed my tool bag and made my way to the brazing ovens since a breakdown there for any length of time can bring production for the biggest part of the factory to a screeching halt. As I went through my troubleshooting procedures, I found it extremely difficult to remain focused on the task. My thoughts kept drifting to Red and her sexy beauty. I was finally able to pull myself together and diagnose the problem. I was fortunate that the problem with the brazing oven was only a motion sensor, and I was able to get the line "up and running" in only 20 minutes. It had seemed like hours though, because I had been so distracted in my thoughts. The rest of Wednesday passed by tortuously; Thursday and Friday were not much better. Oh, it was good to see and talk to Red every time I had the opportunity (which, sometimes, did not happen very often due to the sporadic workload of an industrial maintenance electrician), but the anticipation of what was to happen had my cock in a perpetual state of erection. In addition, Red would call me up in the evenings at home on my cell phone number whenever her husband would leave the house. We would engage in a little phone sex. Well, at least I could relieve myself in the privacy of my own home. When quitting time (2:30 pm) on Friday afternoon rolled around, I was frantic. Red had already given me written directions to her Aunt Mandy's house, and she asked me to pick her up at 6:00 pm. I hurriedly drove the 38 miles, which separated work from home, and I was quite surprised that I made it without getting a speeding ticket. As soon as I walked through the door, I started to make a tour through the house to make sure everything was clean and in order. This was just in case that I got lucky enough for her to want to come to my place. After I had ensured everything was up to par, I settled down on the sofa and rolled four joints from my stash of some killer "Purple Kush" indica bud that I had grown last year. I smoked less than half a joint and immediately started to feel a little more relaxed over this evening's upcoming events. Thank God for the gift of sinsemilla as my nervousness had completely disappeared! I decided it was time to get myself ready. I quickly shaved, showered, and shampooed. I applied little dabs of Davidoff's "Cool Water" cologne strategically to myself as I wanted to smell as sexy I could for my little vision of loveliness. Being the middle of summer, I decided to dress myself in khaki cargo shorts, white polo shirt, and a pair of "topsiders" deck shoes. I checked myself out in the mirror and thought I looked as good as I could as I possibly could. Grabbing my keys, cell phone, and the three-and-a-half joints I had rolled, I headed out on my way to pick up my little "babydoll". I studied the directions after I got into my blazer and once I thought I had a good grasp of where I was going, I started the engine and drove away towards my quest. Once I was underway, feelings of apprehension, or should I more accurately state excitement, were setting in again, so I decided to smoke what was left of the joint I had smoked on before my shower. I didn't really want to get really "blazed", but I just wanted to take off the edge. * * * I found Red's Aunt Mandy's house without any problems, which was amazing to me since I had already smoked a joint, and her aunt's house was way out in the boonies. As I drove down the long, graveled driveway, I could see Red's Nissan Sentra parked in the driveway. I parked behind her car, and before I could even get out of the truck to go up to the door, I could see Red leaving the house and almost running to my truck. As I quickly opened the door for her to get in, I could see how hot my little babydoll looked. God, Red was a walking wet dream! She had her flaming red hair tied back in a long braid, which reached down the middle of her back. She was wearing a white tube top, which displayed her unfettered boobs and her perfectly flat stomach exquisitely. I could see her nipples threatening to poke through the cotton fabric. I later found out that Red's measurements were 32B-18-30, which went perfectly with her 4'10" stature. Red had on the shortest and tightest "Daisy Duke" faded denim shorts that I had ever seen anyone wear in public! I just knew she was wearing either a thong or nothing at all beneath them, because I could see her "camel toe" on display and no panty lines showing on the most perfect ass that I had seen to date. Red had accessorized her ensemble with a pair of white, spaghetti-strapped sandals. Once inside the truck and before I could even start the engine, Red leaned into me, grabbed the back of my head with both her hands, and started French-kissing me very passionately. She damn near sucked my entire tongue completely outside of my head! Red's lips tasted like strawberries and I could smell the intoxicating scent of her Jessica McClintock perfume. My head was swimming and my cock was stirring with the excitement that was rapidly building throughout my body. I started feeling Red's perfect breasts, gently squeezing them, and I could feel her hardened nipples pressing into my palm. Red dropped her hand into my crotch and gently squeezed my cock, which was now hard as a diamond. Even though I really did not want to stop, I knew that if I hadn't have we would have soon been screwing each other in her Aunt Mandy's driveway! Reluctantly, we both finally ceased groping one another and broke our kiss. "So, how would you like to start out the evening," I inquired somewhat breathlessly. "I mean, where do you want to go and what would you like to do?" "I want to go straight to your house and have you fuck me until we can't take it anymore. Then I want to suck your cock until there is absolutely no sperm left in your balls," Red stated quite matter-of-factly. God, how I do love a woman who knows what she wants! "Sounds like one hell of a great plan to me," I answered while hurriedly starting the engine. On the way home, we smoked one of the joints that I had rolled previously. I could tell that Red was really feeling the effects of the killer weed. I could feel Red squeezing my cock with her left hand and I could see her stroking her pussy with her right hand through those tiny faded denim shorts. They literally were molded to her ultra-fine body like a second skin. Red started to unzip my shorts because she said she wanted to suck on my cock, but I told her I would rather we waited until we got home. It's not as if I have never had my cock sucked while I was driving before, but I was so sexually excited, I was having a difficult time driving as it was. I sure as hell didn't want to kill us both in an accident before I got the chance to enjoy all aspects of Red's nubile body. * * * After what seemed an eternity, we finally pulled into my driveway. I leapt out of the truck and rushed around to open Red's door for her. We both impatiently ran to my front door and I frantically tried to unlock it, but couldn't. I could sense that Red was as horny as I was (maybe more), because she was getting rather frustrated that we were not inside yet. When I finally figured out that I was trying to use the back door key to unlock the front door, we were inside in a flash. Well, so much for trying to appear as "Mr. Smooth Operator"! Once we were inside, I barely had time to shut the door before Red grabbed both of my hands and led me to the large leather sectional sofa in the living room. When we reached the sofa, Red shoved me backwards onto the sofa, knelt between my legs, and began removing my shoes. With all the quickness and skill of a magician, she had me stripped of my cargo shorts and underwear before I knew it. My prick was as hard as an iron pipe and flying at full mast. Boy, Red sure wasn't wasting any time at all, but who was I to complain? Precum was flowing freely from the head of my cock as Red grabbed my manhood at the base with one hand while gently massaging my heavy nuts with the other. I could feel Red's hot breath on my purple warrior as she lowered her head towards my tumescent meat stick in an excruciatingly slow manner. Just when I thought I couldn't stand the wait any longer, and was about to force her mouth down onto my turgid rod, Red wrapped her soft, luscious lips around my cockhead while gently flicking the underside with her tongue. Suddenly and without any warning, Red began rapidly bobbing her head up and down the length of my shaft while vigorously sucking my precum out of my throbbing prick on the upstrokes as if it were a straw. I could feel my load building rapidly, but I didn't want to blow it right away because Red's hot, wet mouth felt so soft and wonderful. I thought I was in Heaven. When Red sensed that I was nearing my orgasm, she took my entire eight-inch length into her mouth until I could feel my bulging cockhead hit her tonsils and her nose rest against my abdomen. She started humming around my buried prick while bouncing my heavy balls in her tiny hand. Red took her other hand and slid in beneath my polo shirt to pinch and pull on my nipples alternately. I could feel her drool flowing around my steel-like rod as it ran down towards my bouncing scrotum. I was fast approaching my breaking point and I began moaning loudly, increasing in volume as I struggled to control my orgasm. Red ceased bouncing my testicles, stiffened two of her fingers, and began jabbing them firmly and rapidly at the area between the bottom end of my scrotum and the beginning of my asshole (much like someone rapidly and repeatedly pushing a doorbell). The volume and intensity of her humming increased greatly, and I could hold back no longer. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhh fuck, I'm gonna come! I'M COMMMIIINNNGGG," I screamed at the top of my lungs as I grabbed Red by the head with both hands in a faint attempt to pull her sucking mouth free of my spasming cock. Red wasn't going have any of that, she held herself onto my meat stick by grabbing me behind the thighs with both of her tiny hands. I could feel the sperm boiling deep within my gonads as my load erupted like Mt. St. Helen's, spewing jet after jet of my hot man lava straight down Red's hungry throat. I could feel her throat muscles contracting around my cockhead as she continued to greedily swallow my load. The sensations felt fantastic, as I seemed to keep coming and coming. When I finally stopped shooting, Red continued to lick and suck on my prick until no traces of my seed were left behind. "So, how'd you like that, baby? I've wanted to do that for the last two days," Red said, still trying to catch her breath. "Oh God, babydoll, that was fantastic! Where did you learn that little trick when you were jabbing me with your fingers under my balls?" Little Red "I read about that in Cosmopolitan in an article called 'How to Ring His Bell'. I've wanted to try that out for a long time, but I just didn't ever want to waste it on Jerry. You see, I just really love to suck dick...just not his anymore." "Well, his loss is my gain, I guess, but now I want to do a little something special for you. It's a little trick I've picked up over the years." "What kind of trick?" "Here, babydoll just let me show you." I picked up Red, as she was still kneeling between my legs, and gently placed her on the sofa. I began kissing her very deeply and passionately. She still tasted like strawberries, but I could detect a slight taste of my sperm when I darted my tongue between her parted lips. Our tongues began the subtle dance that became natural between the two of us since the very beginning. I broke the kiss and slowly removed Red's tube top, exposing her very gorgeous breasts, which were topped with hard, bullet-like nipples. As I started to remove her faded denim "daisy dukes", I noticed the crotch had become soaked with her womanly juices, and just as I had suspected, Red was wearing no panties. I could see that her pussy was bald, except for a very small tuft of red hair on her mound. I settled myself in between Red's widely spread legs, and started kissing and gently licking her inner thighs while slowly, ever so slowly, inching my way up towards her dripping pussy. When I finally reached her tiny pussy (and I DO mean tiny, although Little Red is pretty tiny herself), I could hear Red softly cooing as I slowly ran the tip of my tongue up and down the length of her slit. I could taste her wet sweetness as I continued licking up and down, from the top of her tiny love button down to her little puckered asshole. When I would reach her tiny nubbin at the top, I swirled my tongue around it, then flicked at it a few times. Then, I would slide my tongue down along her love canal until I reached her little rosebud, which I would lap at with the flat of my tongue before I would begin my ascent again. By now, Red was making sounds like a cat in heat, which told me she was ready for what I had in mind. Slowly, I inserted my first two fingers of my right hand, palm upwards, into Red's wet, clutching depths until my fingertips detected that area of spongy tissue located on her vaginal roof. I began thrusting my fingers in and out of Red's tight little tunnel as I latched onto her little love button with my lips and began sucking on it. Occasionally, I would alternately flick, then swirl my tongue around her sensitive little nub as I continued to finger her hot little hole. Red is now squirming on the bed like an eel out of water. Her squeals and moans were growing ever louder. I could feel the spongy tissue of her G-spot swelling with her excitement as I began to rapidly tap on it with my fingers. It won't be long now. "Holy shit, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come hard! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! I'M COMMMIIINNNGGG!" Every muscle in Red's little body tensed as she arched her back, elevating her pelvis into the air. Her pussy seemed to almost turn inside out as her orgasm spewed forth like a geyser, propelling her stream of womanly juices about five feet away. Red gushed four times with each subsequent jet diminishing in both force and amount. She finally settled herself back down on the sofa while she tried to catch her breath. "What in the fuck did you do to me? I've never come like that before, and I certainly have never pissed myself while coming." "Well, babydoll, that wasn't piss. Welcome to the wonderful world of G-spot orgasms. Once you get over the hurdle and have your first one, the others will come easier to experience." "Where did you learn how to do that? Did you read about it in a book or magazine somewhere?" "I guess I just sort of stumbled upon it quite a few years ago with my ex-wife. We had initially thought that she had urinated during her orgasm, but she had asked her gynecologist about it and he informed her that it was a G-spot orgasm. I ended up reading a few articles about the phenomenon just so I could get more consistent at giving them. You see, I strive to make sure my lover has the best orgasm possible." "Do you think you can make me come like that again?" "Oh, babydoll, I plan on it. I'll make you squirt until you beg for mercy." We decided to take a little "weed break", so I lit up one of the joints that I had rolled previously. I asked Red if she wanted a beer or something else to drink. She chose a beer while I opted for a huge mug of iced tea, as it tends to better kill the "cotton mouth". We snuggled closely to each other and talked about everything and nothing while we continued smoking the joint and finishing our drinks. * * * By the time we had finished the joint, we both were fairly stoned and very horny again. Sex always seems to be better when one has a "weed buzz". Red started licking and nibbling on my nipples as she played with my cock, which was now hard again. I suggested that we should go to my bedroom where we would have more room. I scooped Red into my arms and carried her to the bedroom. She couldn't have weighed more than ninety pounds, as she was light as a feather. As I placed Red upon the king-sized bed, she immediately grabbed both of her ankles and spread her legs lewdly. My God, my little Lolita looked just so sexy and inviting. She looked just so pre-pubescent! My cock was trembling with excitement and dripping precum from its bulbous head. Red must have read my thoughts. "Will you fuck me, Daddy? Please fuck my little pussy. Pleeeeease!" "Have you been a good little girl," I asked, playing along with this little fantasy. "I've been the bestest little girl, Daddy. I'm always a good little girl for my Daddy. Please fuck my little pussy, Daddy. Pleeeeease!" I couldn't hold out any longer. I joined Red on the bed and settled in between her widely spread legs. I ran my cockhead up and down her tiny wet slit. God, Red was as wet as I was hard! Her pussy juice was already forming a good-sized wet spot on the bed sheet. I gently pushed my purple bulb between her juicy nether lips. Oh God, she was tight as a virgin! (Even though I had only two in my entire forty years of living) "It's so big, Daddy! You're making my little pussy feel so full," Red said as I eased myself further into her tight love canal. "Daddy, I don't know if it will all fit." "Oh, yes it will, Babydoll. Daddy will make it fit," I responded as I pushed myself into her right up to the hilt. "Oh God, Daddy, you're making my little pussy feel real good!" I began slowly stroking in and out of Red's gripping snatch. It almost seemed as if I were turning her inside out every time I withdrew my love tool, only to push it back into her hot, wet depths. Red's breathing was coming faster and faster as I continued stroking into her clutching crease. "Oh God, Daddy, you're making your little girl feel so good! Fuck me harder! Please fuck me HARDER, Daddy!" I didn't know who was getting into this fantasy more...Red or I. At this point, I didn't care, because she sure as hell was turning me on so damn much. I took both of Red's legs and slung them over my shoulders as I leaned into her...effectively bending her almost in half. My thrusts became deep and rapid as I began to pound my little Lolita's hot, wet quim. "Yes, Daddy! Yes, Daddy! That's it! FUCK your little slut!" I was way beyond the point of talking dirty to my Babydoll. I was focused entirely on relentlessly pounding her fuck hole for all I was worth. I was driving so hard I could feel my cockhead pounding against her cervix. Red's cunt was rippling madly along my shaft. My sperm churned within my nuts as they bounced against her ass. I could tell that she was having orgasm after orgasm, because she was panting heavily and her eyes had rolled into the back of her head. Her "dirty talk" had ceased and was nothing more than gibberish. I had to come so badly, but I controlled my release as I was determined to make her squirt again. Red's head was bouncing against the headboard as I continued my onslaught. I reached under her flailing arms with both hands and grabbed her by the shoulders. Pulling her even closer to me, she was now completely folded over to the point where her feet were behind her head. I was pile driving her now, and could actually feel my glans penetrating her tight cervical opening as I reached the bottom of my battering strokes. The spasms in Red's tight little tunnel were increasing in both frequency and intensity. It shouldn't be long now. Suddenly, Red's eyes opened wider than two dinner plates. Her pussy was convulsing wildly around my throbbing prick as her body began twitching as if she were being electrocuted. "DADDYYYYYY!!! I'M EEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!" That did it for me. My load erupted from my cock like Mt. St. Helens as jet after jet of my man lava spewed into Red's womb. Red was convulsing under me like an epileptic as I could feel her orgasmic juices squirt from her squeezing tunnel. Her cunt was rapidly milking my spurting member, squeezing it so tightly that my rod was literally propelled from her pulsating pussy. My dick twitched two or three more times, spurting semen onto Red's hot little pussy and ass, as her little fuck hole released an absolute torrent of her liquid love. My God, it had to be at least a quart of liquid! It actually looked as if someone had turned on a garden hose. I was soaked. The bed was soaked. Red was soaked and covered with my man spunk. Red had stopped convulsing and was just beginning to get her breathing under control as I took her into my arms and gently rained kisses upon her cherubic face. Her baby blues eyes looked lovingly into mine as she smiled. "I love you, Daddy." "I love you, too, Babydoll." "Daddy?" "Yes, Babydoll." "Will you fuck me in the ass next time?" "Do you want it now?" "No, Daddy, I'm a little too sore and a little too tired for that right now, but can we tomorrow?" "Sure. Anything for my Babydoll, because you truly are the 'bestest girl' a Daddy could have." Truth be told, I could have gone another round or two, but I was a little tired as well and I imagined that my "little Lolita" was indeed a little sore from the pounding that her cervix had endured. I suggested that we take a shower together. After the shower, we stripped the bed sheets and replaced them. As we cuddled together on the bed as two spoons in a drawer, I felt like I was the luckiest man in the world. Just as I felt sleep coming on, Red broke the silence. "Jon, I really do love you." "I love you too, Babydoll." * * * (To be continued...?) (I am thinking about making this a continuing series, which will document the true story of my relationship with "Little Red", provided I get enough positive feedback. So, if you readers truly enjoy this story, please vote highly and vote often. I have been a reader of Literotica for the past three months, and this is my first effort in the writing of erotica. Thank you all.) Little Red A shapely chestnut-haired girl frolicked through a meadow with careless ease, her long red hood trailing behind her as she carried a basket full of pastries on her way to her isolated grandmother's house. Unbeknownst to her, exploring the deepest, most wooded areas of the forest, there was also a young man. A young man who suddenly came upon a path, which he followed to the very same meadow filled with tiny purple flowers. The girl stopped instantly upon noticing him, cheeks hot with embarrassment, and she hoped he hadn't seen her acting so silly. She noted that his dark blonde hair looked a little disheveled and his clothes dirty.... Perhaps he was lost? But he didn't look like he was. For some reason he came off as if he knew exactly what he was doing... He wasn't really paying attention to her quite yet, instead enjoying the scenery of the warm summer evening, but he nearly ran into the girl with a bright red riding hood. Cautious but polite, she backed up a bit before addressing the stranger, "Oh, hi..." she said a bit awkwardly, smiling at the tall boy. It wasn't often you just ran into someone in the middle of a lush and uninhabited forest. "Oh hey!" he said, stepping forward. "I'm Tabor! I live here," he smiles, asking, "What's youuur name?" Glad to see that this boy around her age (perhaps 18 or 19, maybe even older) appeared to be fairly normal, she - still a bit apprehensively – introduced herself as well, "I'm Autumn! You said you live out here? Where's your family?" "Well, I don't have a family..." he began, picking one of the lavender flowers and smelling it, "I mean, I do, but... I left them a few months ago. They were all idiots." And as he said that, he crushed it in his hand. "What about you?" He asked, finally looking at her. "I'm sure a happy-go-lucky girl like you has some great family..." And he trailed off. The motion didn't go unnoticed by Autumn, who repressed an instinctual flinch when he crushed the blossom. "Oh... Well then. I didn't know that I came off as happy-go-lucky. But yes, I really do have a great family. Although I can relate - the feeling of being surrounded by idiots." She said. Tabor's eyes brightened as she said it. "Oh yes, that's why I'm out here. I love nature, so I thought I'd pull a Thoreau for a while.... But that must be great - having a family who cares for you." Feeling that she'd made some sort of connection with this stranger – this Tabor - she moved on to say, "Ohh, a Thoreau! Oh that's exactly what my grandmother is doing! Well... has been doing for half of her life, really! That's - that's who I'm going to see now!" and she gestured to her basket as she said it, "she lives not too far from here!" Tabor leaned in closer as she spoke and replied enthusiastically, "Oh! That's cooool! So you're out here by yourself, going to visit her all alooone?" Autumn paused for a moment as he emphasized the fact that no one else was around, but decidedly trusted him and said, "Oh yes, but I do it all the time. Ten years since I was eight! It's really not a problem..." She began to sidestep him, saying, "Well, I should be going now...my grandmother'll miss me. It was really nice meeting you, Tabor. Maybe I'll see you aro-" "No, wait!" he said, grabbing her wrist and sitting down, pulling her down with him. "Don't go. Stay and talk with me for a while!" Autumn was immediately made uncomfortable by his forcefulness, for he was larger and stronger than her... but he really did seem friendly... He probably hadn't talked to a soul in weeks - months, even! She considered the idea of having no one to interact with for such a time. Taking pity, she complied with his request for conversation... It wouldn't hurt to just chat for a bit, would it? "Uh! O-Okay... But not for too long, my grandmother is expecting me within the half hour..." "Oh, don't worry." He said, smiling warmly as if to assuage her concern, "I'm sure she won't mind if you're a little late..." Autumn fished out one of the smaller pies she'd initially made for her grandmother and offered it to him, beginning to talk about his life in the forest, but time passed and soon she really needed to go. She stood up, "Alright, I've probably spent too much time as it is... I should really get to seeing my grandmother now." Tabor quickly stood up as she did, reminding her of the several inches he had on her in size. "Do you really have to? Wouldn't you like to stay and talk with me for just a while more?" She bent down to get her basket as she said, "I'm sorry! I can't, not now. It was really nice talking to you though, and I'm sure I'll see you around! Just some other time, Tabor." "Come now, you know I don't find very many friends here, let alone ones as friendly or as lovely as you..." and he added with a growling tone - "Won't you..." – he jerked the basket closer to himself - "play with me?" Autumn became uncomfortable again and took a firm hold of her basket, tugging gently. "Thank you... But, but come on, I'll see you again!" she said while still trying to edge away. "But why wait? Can't we just stay here now? It's so beautiful in this fielddd..." he drifted off, putting her off guard for what he did next: pulled hard on the basket in her hands; not letting go, the girl tumbled onto him. "Tabor please!" She said, her voice a mixture of fright and strained politeness. "Whaaat? What's wrong?" he asked teasingly, winking. She attempted to rise off of him, but he suddenly rolled over onto her, pinning the girl to the ground. Autumn pushed and squirmed under him as hard as she could, toppled basket forgotten as he pressed her into the thick, wildflower-dotted grass. "Stop it! What are you doing??? Get off of me!!!" But Tabor didn't respond, only caught her hands, now holding her wrists firmly above her head, and easily stopped the rest of her struggles with his body pressing onto hers. He looked into her eyes for a moment, then leaned forward and nibbled on her ear, his hot breath washing over her before sinking his teeth into the side of her neck. She was stricken to silence by his wolfish gaze and shivered as he bit her, hard enough to feel as though he were going to break the skin. "If - If you don't get off and - and let me go... I'll scream." She said, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "Please. We're in the middle of the woods. Do you honestly expect anyone to hear you?" He snapped. He held both of her wrists in one of his hands, sat up, and began to unbutton his shirt. It felt as if Autumn's heart was going to beat out of her chest as the fact she'd been trying to push out of her thoughts forced herself into her awareness. She looked into his eyes, searching for the humanity, "Please don't... Please... Just let me go..." "I'm sorry love, but no. You're going to stay here and play with me for a while, remember?" "Are you fucking serious???" she shouted suddenly, "This – this isn't playing! This is – this is rape!" He finished unbuttoning his shirt, took it off, and moved to lift her dress, pushing her harder to the ground as she snapped at him. Then she froze, pleading again, "I'll – I'll talk to you! We could talk more! Just don't do thiiiss!" "Why call it rape?" He asked, completely ignoring her second comment, "Doesn't 'playing' just sound nicer?" "Those are two completely different things!" Autumn trembled violently as he undressed her, and let go of her arms so that he could pull the dress completely off of her, but with the release of her wrists, she landed a hard smack across his face, and then quickly retracted her hand, startled at what she'd done and the repercussions. As somewhat expected, he immediately smacked her across the face even harder in response. She choked back a sob as he pinned her arms again. "No. Bad. You will not do that again." He seized her wrists again, this time digging his fingernails into them. "Anyway, why does it matter what I call it? It's still going to happen, so you might as well enjoy it." Autumn glared hatefully behind the tears in her eyes, but otherwise didn't respond. "I mean really," he continued "you're only making it worse for yourself." Tabor stood up, still holding her by the arm. "Take off my pants. I would do it myself, but you'd just run off when I got up," he says. "And if I refuse?" Autumn asked quietly, making direct eye contact and still sitting on the ground. He paused for a moment before answering, "Then I'll make this painful for you... Well... More painful." He pulled her to her feet, but she said nothing, rising up as he pulled her, head down and trembling slightly as she unbuttoned his pants, masking her hesitation by wiping away a tear before tugging them down and quickly averting her gaze. "Gooood. See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Tabor said, smiling again as he took off his boxers, turning her back to face him. "But what's this? You're still not naked." He unclasped her bra, slipping it off her shoulders, and slid her panties down, both of which were just as red as her dress. She shuddered again, still trembling although the evening was warm, instinctively covering her body with her hands, hiding from his prying, lustful eyes. She closed her eyes as he ran the tips of his fingers over her smooth shoulders, moving down to her hands, which he took and moved away from her body. He seemed to approve of what he saw. "Why – why can't you just l-leave me alone? Please... just let me go... I'll give you food – money – if you could find some use for it!" "I think I can do well enough with regard to food on my own; you know as well as I that money is completely useless to me here." He pulled her close to him, to the point that their bodies touched as he murmured hotly in her ear, "Sorry, but you're not going to get out of this." Autumn's eyes widened at his words, and his scarily sizeable cock poking her lower belly. She eventually managed to whimper, "Please... Be... Don't – just don't make it hurt more than it has to. I'm still a... a v-virgin..." "Oh, is that sooo?" he crooned, sounding sympathetic, "Don't worry, it won't hurt... much." Tears silently streamed down her face as she shut her eyes, waiting to get it over with. She tensed as she felt his hot fingertips on her chin, tilting her head up. "Come on, why don't you give me a kiss?" he asked gently. But when she forced her eyes open, looking into his rather attractive blue ones, all the anger had left, and all that remained was terror. She couldn't move to follow his request. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips before slowly moving back again. "Kiss me back." He said, kissing her again, this time harder. Autumn was at least thankful for his close proximity as she reluctantly complied, pursing her lips ever so slightly, eyes squeezed shut. "Theere we go." He released her arms from his grip, moving one hand to her sizable breast and the other to her round ass, giving each a squeeze before suddenly falling with her to the ground. Autumn cringed as he fell atop her, moreso at his cock pressing so eagerly against her nook than his weight. She couldn't help but feel a familiar tingle upon contact though, and she flushed furiously at the thought of actually enjoying this. "Ready?" he asked excitedly, but didn't wait for an answer before repositioning himself for easier access to her tender regions, and began to press forward. "Nnnnggghhh-!" she cried softly, writhing below him, then slowly louder, her vagina being opened by something much larger than her previously explorative fingers – "Oh gog, - this is really happening isn't it?" She thought, eyes watering. He suddenly pushed hard, his manhood sinking deep into her despite any resistance her virgin orifice gave. She burst into tears with a scream as her hymen ripped open, his cock completely inside of her. "No! Nooo! Please just stop, just take it out!" she cried. "Oh, okay!" He said, pulling out and sitting up. "Why didn't you ask earlier?" She panted, staring at him, "The f-fuck?" she sobbed, pulling her knees up to her chest, "You- you said that I had to do this!" she shook uncontrollably, attempting to rise to her feet and to get from under him. "Oh. Well if you're going to be like thaat..." He taunted, pushing her back to the ground and stretching her out again to reenter her. "Nooo! No moore! P-please-" She shrieked as he impaled her so suddenly, beginning to pump in and out yet again, but this time playing with her love nib. "You suuure?" he asked teasingly. She gasped, not realizing how engorged and ready her tiny clitoris had become. "D-don't..." she pleaded. He thrusted deeply, continuing to pleasure her with his finger, "Don't whaaat?" "D-... Ohh!" She snapped her eyes shut, her face suddenly hot with shameful embarrassment at the noise she'd just made. She didn't finish though... At least it took her mind off the relentless stretching and splitting sensation that was being inflicted inside her tight canal. "Ohoho, what's that, you like this now?" he teased again, leaning forward and nibbling on her cheek a little. Autumn turned her head, biting back the retort that was on the tip of her tongue, not wanting to risk him losing his temper and fucking her harder; instead she let the pain take over again, suppressing the pleasure she felt. Oh she shouldn't be liking this, she really shouldn't... But it was near impossible to ignore the waves of pleasure that crashed upon her nerves. Tabor again pressed his lips to hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth before withdrawing to speak, "Oh fine, if you don't want to get any enjoyment out of this, you don't have to." And with that, he removed his hand from between her legs. She lifted her head slightly, only to see the only source of pleasure given to her taken away before resuming her limpness, letting her head fall back to the ground. She shut her eyes, wincing with each tearing thrust. She could bear it. She could! It would all be over once he came, then...then if he didn't kill her – and tears sprang out anew at the thought – she could go home, where it was safe. "You're no fun. Give me some reaction. Thrust back or something." He said. Once she gave no response, he began pumping faster, causing ever the more tearing. She cried out again, vision nearly failing as the agony suddenly fluctuated. "Okay okay okay!!!" She yelped, and then whimpered, sighing with relief as his pace slowed. Cringing with every movement, she really wished he would tend to her again. But alas, he didn't read minds, and probably wouldn't comply anyway as punishment. So she just lay there, taking it repeatedly before she felt that she couldn't handle it any longer. "T-Tabor...?" He continued thrusting for some time before answering, "Autuuumn?" "Could... C-could you...?" and she motioned to the area that was being pounded away at, making a small, timid circular motions. "Mmm, change your miiind, did you?" he purred. He slowed his fucking slightly, and began to make the same circular motions, smirking knowingly as she exhaled exasperatedly, eyes fluttering closed, this time in relief. He watched her like that for a moment, his smirk growing into a sadistic smile as he suddenly returned to his former pace – if not rougher – tearing into her. She inhaled sharply, crying out, pained tears rolling again. "W-why... why would you doo that?" she sobbed brokenly. "I like to see you in pain..." He said, winking. "You're... you're terrible..." she choked, causing his eyes to narrow. "If you really want me to be terrible..." he began, stopping the pleasuring with his fingers, and took a breath as he began to pound her harder than ever. Autumn suddenly went limp, her pelvis even relaxing, and he slowed to realize that she'd passed out from the pain. Sighing irritably, he withdrew. "Well fuck." And he began to occupy himself by playing with her various jiggly parts until she awoke. After an unknown amount of time, Autumn surfaced from the forgiving, unfeeling blackness of unconsciousness, only to find Tabor seated atop her, squeezing and fondling her plump breasts. "Noooo..." she cried quietly. He looked up, grinning, continuing the fondling. "You're awake! How was your little nap?" "Are... are y-you done yet?" Tabor's smile disappeared, and he resumed a more predatory expression, squeezing her breast particularly hard as he continued just as giddily, "Well if you'd rather I start fucking you again, I'd be more than happy to do so." "N-no! I- I meant done with – with everything! With me! ...You can't keep me here forever..." she added quietly. He paused, his gaze never leaving her, "You know... that's not a bad idea..." Autumn felt absolutely numb. She had no idea why the thought of being this boy's sex slave didn't horrify her... Perhaps she had been reading too much smut, or was jaded by this inkling that only added to the list of impossible things she thought would never occur today. Her mind drifted to cases of Stockholm syndrome, but immediately repressed the thoughts of developing feelings of affection to this feral boy. She opened her eyes when she felt his hands beneath her arms, lifting her and turning her around before pushing her back down, this time onto her knees. "Hmmm... you don't seem to be too opposed to that." He observed. The girl didn't even struggle anymore as he began to mount her. She spoke in an emotionless tone, "So if I'm being kidnapped as your fuck toy, what are you going to do when you grow bored of me?" He suddenly plunged himself deep into her sex, causing her to gasp from the suddenness of it. "Oh noo..." he says soothingly, stroking her hair softly, "I wouldn't make you my fuck toy! We're friends aren't we? We'll do all sorts of fun things! We can frolic in the meadows, explore the woods..." he suddenly grasped her roughly and thrusted in the same fashion as he added with his dominant tone, "But of course, yes, we will fuck." Autumn was surprised at how much less prominent the pain was the second time – not much, but a noticeable difference – for when she began to sob quite pitifully it was because of his words, "F-friends?" she asked quietly, brokenly, "Friends? That's what you call this? Friends don't ravish each other. Equals don't ravish each other, Tabor!" "What would you rather I call us - master and slave? I've already told you; I like the friendly words more." Thrust, thrust, thrust. "It would at least be not as unpleasant if we considered ourselves friends, wouldn't it?" Autumn didn't respond. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Mmm... just stop resisting... Enjooy it... I know you want tooo..." She had already been stifling herself since the position had changed and the pain lessened. She couldn't do anything about it anyway... Maybe he was right... Maybe she should just give in... But before the thought was even finished, Autumn was already moaning. "Yess, gooood. Let it out... embrace the pleasure." He purred, fucking her faster and faster. Autumn was thankful he couldn't see her face as she reached a sudden plateau of pleasure. Her cheeks grew hot and she screamed pleasurably. "Aaahhh!" she exclaimed, toes curling as she reached orgasm tinged with red-hot, bloodied pain. She could feel Tabor on her – in her - shuddering from the pleasure her swiftly undulating muscles caused him. He kept pounding her, each thrust becoming more and more erratic as the very same contractions drove him to climax as well as he spewed his hot seed into her. She yelped in surprise as she felt the hot, sticky fluid jet into her, and she trembled as his deeper, climactic thrusts brush the magic spot in her nook's wall. She shuddered violently as she rocketed to yet another orgasm, her body shaking with pleasure as he continued to plow into her. Exhausted, Tabor slowly stopped thrusting - except for a few blissful jerks - and pressed her down flat into the grass with his weight as he rested atop her. "W-wait! Please, please keep going – more, just – one... more," she moaned, disbelieving the words that were leaving her mouth as the flexing of her second climax rolled through her, still squeezing him tightly. Little Red "Wait, what...?" he exclaimed with surprise, but did grin a bit as he pressed himself as close to her as possible, then pumping his hips. That movement was all she needed, as she is reduced to a quivering form beneath him, spent beyond all endurance. As Tabor felt her come yet again, he collapsed onto her, holding her close in an embrace. She panted heavily beneath him, for a moment before her eyes snapped open, realizing what had just occurred, and scrambled from under him, desperate to get away, remembering that this was not initially her choice... She stopped about a meter from him, holding herself tightly with her legs to her chest, gazing at him from behind her knees. Tabor simply looked up, but made no move to come after her. "See? Being friends isn't that bad after all, is it?" Little Red & the Huntsman Swoop! And with that one quick blow the wolf's head had been cut clean off. He brought the bloody axe down and looked to the young girl. Her short dress had been torn by the beast's claws and much of it was in shreds. Miraculously though the iconic red cloak of her lay unmarked. Not even a scratch was on it. Hunter reviewed the girl again, his cock stirring as he saw that the material of her dress had been ripped enough to allow him to see the hints of red lace cups to peak through. He stalked closer. Red grew apprehensive watching the tall, handsome brute of a man close in on her. She was backed into a corner with no escape. "I have saved your life and for that you owe me," he spoke, the gruff masculinity present even in his voice. "I-I thank you for that, Huntsman but I have no money. Only confectionaries, that were meant for my Grandma." "Well your Grandma is dead now, little one, she has no use for such sweets. Place them in the kitchen," he ordered. Red eased up a little. Maybe he's not so scary, she thought, steeling through into the kitchen of the cabin. Placing the basket down, Red was so lost in the grief of losing her Grandmother she did not hear the footsteps of Hunter until he was pressed flat against her back. Her small frame came only half way to his chest and she was easily half the width of him. Hunter grasped her thin wrists in one of his hands and roughly placed them behind her back. "You will not scream, little one. It is pointless; we are alone in these woods and no one will hear you even if you do," he growled in her ear. Right before reaching up to her neck and unbinding the crimson cloak. He pulled it off her and lay it on the countertop, before wrapping his arm around her neck. Red was panicking. If the Huntsman squeezed even the tiniest bit she would surely be dead. A huge, powerful man like him would have no trouble killing a little 18 year-old girl like her. "Please, please don't kill me," she begged at her rescuer. "Kill you?" chuckled the man, "Oh no, no. I have better plans with you." Red was wondering about the so called plans when the man pressed his lower body against her back. She gasped in shock. A could feel the hard outline of his semi-erect cock pressing against her. Although still a virgin, Red felt a moan stick to her throat. She'd always fantasise about losing her virginity and she would have sooner, expect for the fact that none of the boys in the village aroused her enough. Hunter swept his hand down the base of her throat to the tops of her breasts. His slid his fingers down the V of her breasts only to feel flimsy material at his tips. Grasping the material tightly he ripped it off her body with a roar. A startled squeak came out of his prey but he pay no head to it. Once he ripped the top-half of the dress, the rest of the plain cotton cloth flew to pool at her feet. "No! No! Please, no!" wailed the girl thrashing lightly in his arms. His steal grip and hard body kept her in place and much to her dissatisfaction the erection he was sporting only became more emphasised. "Stop that!" growled the Huntsman stepping back slightly only to raise his palm and let it come crashing down on her creamy ass. It was barely covered in it's lace red thong so Red felt the full sting of his punishment spread around her left ass cheek. She had screamed when it had crashed down on her but now the stinging was almost pleasurable and her pussy was started to get wet. Hunter caressed the red ass check with arousal. "Will you fight me again?" he asked the girl. "Yes!" she cried. Hunter smiled at her answer. It meant that...swoosh!- he could land a blow to the right ass-cheek. And just like last time Red screamed out and felt the pain subdue to pleasure. "I'll ask you again...will you fight me?" "I-I..Ye-Argh!" This time he had not given her time to finish before landing not one, but two rough blows on her muscles. "Will you-" "No!" sobbed Red. Hunter delivered a blow to her ass again though. "You will not interrupt me!" he snarled right before releasing her wrists. Red withdrew her arms around her waist and went to turn around when he placed a firm hand on her lower back. "Stay right there. Hands on the counter. You will not move them," he commands. She shakily unwrapped them from her body, wiped away her tears before placing them flat on the table. "Good girl," Hunter praised before reaching around her a taking a red lace-covered mound in each hand. His large hands easily fit her perky B-cup breasts but he was slow in massaging them for her delight. "Y-you don't have to do this...Please, please stop. I'm only 18," sobbed the girl the tears streaming down her cheeks again. Hunter ignored her and pried down the cups of her bra. His fingers ceased the tender nipples and he rolled them between his fingers, expertly tugging and pinching them to a hardened aroused state. As much as Red wanted to deny the pleasure from the fondling of her nipples, she couldn't and soft moans passed her lips. Hunter grinned having caught her moans and became more rough with his playing of her breasts, only to have her gasp and writhe with pleasure. "I can see you're starting to like this," he smirked, one hand trailing down her sides and cupping her pussy over the lace material. He felt it damp with her own juices and grinned wider. "No I don't! I could never! You're a real sick fucker! You know that?" she snarled. "Now that deserves a punishment," darkly gritted out Hunter using one hand to wrap around her waist while the other opened drawers a searched for the right equipment. Grasping a wide, flat, steel spatula in his hand he closed the drawer. It wasn't the best paddle but it would have to do. "Wh-What are you doing?" fearfully asked the girl as she felt the huntsman turn to her left side and grip her hips with one hand. "Stick your ass out," he commanded. She hesitantly wiggled her ass back a little, however it wasn't far enough so he just griped it a tugged her out some more. "You will learn not to call me names," he spoke swishing the spatula out and smashing it down on her ass. "For every name you call me you will receive 4 spankings," he told her before carrying out the punishment. Finishing the punishment he flung the 'paddle' away and gripped the sides of her hips. Thick fingers curled around the red lace before once again, with force he ripped off her panties. A finger slicked along her glistened pick pussy, causing Red to suck in a ragged breath. Her hands made themselves to the edges of the counter and she gripped onto the edge. "Please don't. Please," she whispered feeling him rub his large middle finger along her slit and with the other tease her nipples gently. It felt good but she couldn't allow herself to succumb to the pleasure and lust. Hunter's finger slid past her pussy lips and came to rub at her clit. She lurched forward as he rolled his fingertip around the small ball of nerves, increasing her arousal and building on the impending orgasm. "Tell me do you like it when I do this?" he asked poking down gently on her clit and circling it again. "N-no. Your..ha-hands are disgusting," she lied gasping as he continued with his torturous pleasure. Hunter smirked, liking the challenge. He brought his other hand down to her pussy, and used that hands fingers to stimulate her clit, whilst the middle finger on his other hand poked into her pussy. He wiggled the finger in, stroking and teasing the walls of her vagina all whilst teasing her clit. Red had by that point had her back arched and fingers gripping tightly to the counter. Her orgasm was within reach now and she didn't want the huntsman to stop-not that she could admit that to him. "How about now? Now do you find my hands disgusting?" questioned the huntsman. He waited for a moment only to receive moans in response. Slowing the pace of his fingers he heard her groan in disappointment and said to her, "When I ask a question, I want an answer." Red gulped down her pride to answer him. "N-No. Your hands are incredible, Huntsman. Please don't stop," she gasped to be rewarded with his fingers working their magic again. Pretty soon his mild pace had her pussy clenching and within a few minutes she came hard onto his fingers. He slipped out his finger from inside her and grabbed one arm with the other hand. Spinning her around, he used the same hand he had gripped her with the grasp around her neck. The hand did nothing to harm her trachea but was there to restrict her. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," he ordered. She timidly opened her mouth and stuck the tip of her tongue out. "More! Stick it out further." The fingers around her neck tightened slightly in warning and she hastily probed it out further. Her eyes locked onto his steely navy ones, memorising the lust in them. The smirk that had flashed onto his face only made him seem hotter. Red would have happily continued gazing at the handsome man in front of her, had it not been for the fact that he brought her come coated finger to her tongue and swiped. Almost immediately the sweet taste of her juices exploded on her taste buds and as much as she wanted to be disgusted by it, it only aroused her. Hunter watched the girl's eyes flash with lust concluding she liked the taste of her own juices. But he was yet to taste them. He drew his hand under her buttocks whilst keeping the grip around her throat firm. Raising her up he placed her on the countertop. "Spread your legs," he barked. Red kept her eyes trained on him while parting her legs. The cool countertop was doing wonders in soothing her hot, spanked ass; and the whole situation was making her wet again. Hunter released his hold around her neck and drew her wrists upwards to the cabinet handles. "Hold onto them and do not let go." Red did as he said and watched as he bent his huge frame to her breasts. The man tenderly kissed down her chest before latching onto one of her breasts. She let out a soft moan feeling his warm, wet mouth cover her breast completely. His tongue rolled around her marble hard nipples while occasionally he would graze his teeth over them. Just when one breast had been lavished the next one received the same treatment. His fingers trailed to her centre and just like before he played with her. Wrecking havoc on her self-control and easing her into another orgasm. When his mouth suctioned off her breasts she nearly gasped in complaint but with him trailing soft kisses down her stomach to her bare pussy, her stomach tightened in anticipation. And then the long awaited moment arrived when his rough, large tongue stroked the entirety of her slit. "Oh my God," gasped Red feeling as though she had underwater all this time before finally receiving oxygen. Hunter smiled to himself at her reaction and gripped her thighs in his palms. Parting them as far as she could go, he ran his tongue at her clit, enjoying the way she would arch and pant with his toying. As soon as he lapped at her pussy hole though, Red sharply intook a breath of air, he body tightening and waiting for the final push. "Come for me, little one, come!" growled Hunter removing his momentarily before fiercely eating her again. His ferocity was all it took for her to shudder into a breathtaking orgasm. Hunter stood to his full frame again and gripped her cheeks with his fingers. "Get on your knees," he ordered her snapping the glazed post-orgasm look from her eyes. She slowly slid off the now slicked counter and knelt on her knees. Gazing up she silently watched the huntsman stroke away some stray pieces of oak brown hair and stroke her cheeks. "Take off my pants," he instructed her, keeping his grip around her face. Slender shaking arms rose to his belt and she complied with his wishes as she undid it. Dropping it on the floor next to her she quivered slightly whilst unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. She let them fall before raising her head up to him. "Please, please, I-I've never done this," she whispered tears running down her cheeks and eyes wide with begging. "There's a first time for everything," gently retorted the huntsman wiping away her tears. "Take it out," he instructed her feeling two trembling fingers pull down his boxers to spring free his stiff dick. Red just about managed to contain her gasp. The thing was huge! But then again that's expected. Such a large man would no doubt have a large weapon. There was something...inhuman about it. It's exterior was wrinkled by skin with veins throbbing around it. Some where purple some red. It's length and width were both impressive as they were terrifying. Red gulped. She'd hardly be able to get her mouth around the head of it, there was no way she could do what he had in mind. "Wrap your hand around it and stroke," came the next instruction. Red hesitantly did as he said. But try as she may she just couldn't get her dainty fingers all the way around the monster. Surprisingly to her it was soft like it was made of silk but the steel rockiness underneath the external texture told her otherwise. She stroked the entire length of him like he commanded and carried on, watching as the monster twitched beneath her hand. The huntsman's hand came to grip her head just above her ears, his large fingers easily pinned back her long brown hair. "Now lick," came his next demand. A crystal teardrop rolled down her cheek as she stuck the tip of her tongue and hesitantly flicked it at the head of his dick. Hunter growled in warning and gripped the silk strands of hair between his fingers before tugging roughly. "Do it properly!" he cried causing her body to shake in fear. She stuck her whole tongue out before running it along the side of his thick, long dick. Hunter groaned in satisfaction before stopping her. "Suck on the end, like it were a lollipop...And don't even think about biting because there are worse punishments than spankings," he darkly informed her. Red timidly parted her thick, plump lips before sliding them over the head of his dick. A salty, wet substance swept into her mouth before she realised it was pre-come. Feeling the warning grip on her hair, Red sucked. A guttural groan came from the huntsman as she licked and sucked him like a 'lollipop'. "Go further down," he told her as he let her choke down more of his dick. But reaching less than halfway she stopped causing the huntsman to take matters into his own hands. He grasped her head tighter and against her mumbled protests pushed her down further on him, moan as he felt himself hitting the back of her throat. Red tried screaming in protest but he cries were silenced by the huntsman's staff. Her arms rose to his thick, muscular thighs and she pushed against him futilely. After a few minutes to let her cease her thrashing, Hunter clutched her head a little further down only to have her gag and panic. Abruptly he forced himself back out of her to allow her to gasp in air. Then down she went again. A few more deep-throat strokes and Hunter was close to his release. "Make me come!" he gnarled at her. Red closed her eyes and sat completely still. Smack! He slapped her across the face, just hard enough for her eyes to pop open. Then tilting her face at him he hissed, "you'll stay down there until you make me come." Red rethought her plan and decided it was better if she just made him come. The sooner he does the sooner she can leave. Hunter grunted and groaned in pleasure as he felt her finally getting into it. She sucked, licked and pumped him with such passion that in only a few moments he knew he would come. And he wanted her to swallow it. "Take me in your throat," he barked. Holding her head there he shot his come down her throat. She tried pulling back as soon as the first shot of hot come spurt into her mouth. "Swallow it!" roared the huntsman, erased as he saw his seed seep out of her lips. He pushed her head further down her before ensuring the next load would go right down her throat. Unable to do much else Red swallowed. But the white liquid flowed faster than she could swallow. And when he released her she sat back swallowing the last of his load. "Up," he said gripping her hair and pulling her to her feet. She swayed slightly letting her panting body be flung against the counter. Her breasts were pressed down and with nipples forced onto the cold hard surface. He ran his softened dick up and down her wet pussy lips feeling himself harden again. Red felt him poke between her pussy lips and knew what was coming. "No! Not that! Please Huntsman! Please, I'm still a virgin! Please, don't. I'll do anything!" she wailed, crying. Hunter stroked her lower back whilst gripping her wrists again behind her back. She struggled helplessly in his hold with no reward. "I saved your life, little one. You are mine. Now, I would rather you do this willingly but I will take you regardless. If you co-operate, I'll try do this softly. What is your decision?" Red's sobs quietened, "I-I'll co-operate." "Good girl," he mumbled with a light stroke of her young, taut ass. Hunter pushed into her tight virgin pussy and immediately prodded at her hymen. "I'm sorry, little one," he muttered taking her innocence in one short sweep. "Argh!" cried Red feeling intense pain spread through her body. When the pain eased slightly, Red realised that the huntsman had not moved at all and for that she felt grateful. She pushed her ass back slightly to give him the signal to carry on. Hunter eased in more. Her tight pussy squeezed his long dick. "Huntsman, please, more," gasped Red surprising herself just as much as Hunter. Compiling he pushed his entire length in her causing a long moan to come from her lips. Fucking her slowly he knew that as a virgin it wouldn't take much for her to come and she couldn't take much. He said he would go easy on her and he was a man of his word. "Oh...Ah...Ah," came the moans of Red in harmony with Hunter's groans. All too soon Red was tightening her pussy walls in preeration for an orgasm. Hunter pumped faster feeling the walls constrict around his dick. Now he was also close to his own orgasm and the race began. From the increase in pace Red convulsed around the huntsman's cock. Hunter pumped harder during her orgasm to have his own. Streams of come shot in her pussy filling to the brim and leaking out her cock filled cunt. He squelched out of her and took a few steps back. He picked her up and placed over his shoulder. "Huntsman, please, no more," she yawned, her body exhausted. "Shh, little one, rest," he murmured to her whilst lying her down on the couch of the small living room. Hunter buried the dead Grandma and disposed of the severed wolf before wiping down the bloody mess, whilst Red slept. Red woke up with a start before grabbing her red cloak from the kitchen, grabbing some clothes of hers she slipped them on, and wondered where her huntsman was. "Huntsman?" she cried. "Yes little one?" came a voice behind her. She jumped slightly before turning to face him. "M-May I leave?" she asked, her eyes flickering from his broad muscled torso to his blue eyes. Hunter stepped toward her, glad when she made no move back. Cupping her soft cheeks he bent down and softly kissed her. "For now, you may leave. But you are mine. Say it." "I am yours," she breathed. "Yes and you will return here every week. You tell no-one of what has happened, understand?" "Yes, Huntsman," she whispered with promise. *First submission so hope it's okay. Feedback would be much appreciated!*