Little Red Riding hood

Conrad laughed and cocked his hairy head to one side so a rubber tongue rolled out of his ferocious mouth. 'She looks fabulous but you my dear are a tender young thing and look much sexier. Good enough to eat.' He laughs and muzzles me with his huge hairy jaw the rubbery teeth brushing my cheek gently.

I shiver and wonder if he fancies me as if a girl.

We walk around the club side by side. I want to cling to him and hang off his arm but think better of it.

'See, Little Red Riding hood, see how pretty everyone is,' he said pointing to his friends. 'Why don't you look around? You seem a bit uptight, you need to relax, get to know them, and hear how sweetly the DJ is spinning. You look stunning, really gorgeous yet I think you're a bit confused. You can't decide who you are. You need to find yourself. Look everyone else here on the dance floor is totally happy with who they are.' He points to the DJ flipping the tunes and the clubs dancers gyrating on the podiums and the crowd dancing into a frenzy.

I raise my arched eyebrows. What did he mean? Was it obvious? I did feel odd. Everyone was having such fun, no one had any inhibitions.

'Why don't you mingle some more on your way to find your Grandmother? The night is young you have plenty of time. If you struggle I can help you unwind.' He winked and rubbed my rump with his hairy paw. But I was still confused. It was open to interpretation. Was he offering me some narcotic stimulant or coming on to me? I hoped that later but I wasn't going to jeopardise our friendship by doing something stupid.

I tossed my hair aside so it glimmered in the flashing lights and touched his arm tenderly but wasn't sure he felt it through his costume.

'Go girl,' he shouts, 'go mingle.'

I nod and half dance half skip into the crowd determined to make some new friends. And like the fairy-tale whenever I met someone, I saw someone else more interesting still deeper and danced up to them and so got deeper and deeper into the club. Soon I was hopelessly lost.

Meanwhile unbeknown to me, Conrad bound straight to the bar to find Kate.

He quickly found her in the distinctive flannelette night-dress talking to a tin soldier. Pushing the soldier aside he gave her a squeeze but under his mask and in the gloom Kate had no idea who the wolf was

'Who's that?' she asked.

'Little Red Riding Hood,' replied Conrad. 'I bring you gifts to make you happy.'

Katie grinned enthusiastically desperately in need of a fix. 'Shouldn't you be wearing my night-dress?' she asked.

The wolf laughed. 'Give me chance girl. Come upstairs to the office Grandmother dear we don't want everyone to want some.'

Kate eagerly followed Conrad to the office and as the door creaked shut he sprang on her like a ...wolf, pushing her onto the desk tearing at her night-dress to reveal what she wore underneath.

'I'm a naughty Grandmother,' Kate cried as he whisks her night-dress off to reveal just the skimpiest panties he had ever seen. Shaking dramatically he grins and nods, his huge wolf ears flapping like sails in the wind as he pulls them down her trembling legs.

She playfully screams with delight as Conrad ran his paws all over her like a crazed animal.

Then with one swift movement he effortlessly lifted her on to the desk. She sat perched on the edge, the cold wooden top chilling her tender bottom as his hands caressed her womanly hips. He playfully muzzled her neck.

'You look amazing,' she purred, 'but I need a fix.'

'Later,' he growled. 'You have to pay the delivery man first.'

She grinned. She new the routine and slid her hand between his legs and felt amongst his furry costume. She easily found his hot pulsating cock, hard and proud through the masses of tangled wolf hair. 'Oh my! You are an excited wolf,' she gasps her own pleasure building.

Moments later, his cock out, she admired it in all its magnificence. She had seen it many times before having grown used to paying for her fix this way yet its sheer size never failed to impress her. Trembling she bent at the waist for a closer look. As always it stood proudly erect, its circumcised head purple and menacing. Kate pressed her mouth against the long shaft and began to lick slowly up and down. The wolf howled as if a full moon causing Kate's pussy to soak. Holding him with one hand she took him deeply into her mouth and dropped the other hand between her own legs. She found her own excitement and rubbed furiously. Automatically her legs parted wide, like castle gates, displaying her beautiful amber bush. The wolf waggled his tongue and edged forward slipping between her legs his cock sliding against her wet pink pussy lips. Kate immediately thrust against him and his cock slid deeply into her. Kate shrieked as she felt his great size open her up. She smiled and lent back, her curly hair falling behind her as she supported herself on her hands. She flicked the contents of the desk onto the floor. The wolf quickly found his pace and thrust again, slowly at first, building rhythm until they where both rocking back and forth. It wasn't long before Kate moaned as she felt him stiffen and a surge of passion build deep within his balls. He straightened to attention and thrust his hips forward, his paws on her tender thighs. He burst free erupting in her hot pussy. Kate simultaneously came herself and shrieked loudly as he shot yet another massive load into her. Kate wrapped her long legs round him feeling his large hairy tail, gripping him tightly until he had pumped out the last drop of his cum.

He smiled. She was his best customer.

Twenty minutes later she lay exhausted on the floor, naked and half stoned with ecstasy.

The wolfs appetite wet, a crazy power within him, he wanted more. Silently he put on her night-dress and cap over his own wolfs costume and went back onto the dance floor a huge grin on his face.

Meanwhile I was having a great time if not unnerving. These guys knew how to party. I felt out of my depth. I'd been bought drinks all night by amorous admirers. I even had to fight a few off from becoming too friendly but as far as I was concerned I was Conrad's for the taking. Yet I was losing self control. I didn't notice it at first but despite being careful with my drinks I began to feel rather light-headed and dressed in my revealing costume, very vulnerable. I wasn't alone for long.

I smiled as my Grandmother found me. She rubbed up alongside me and I immediately recognised her stripy night-dress. She handed me a long tall drink with a weird bitter taste.

'Enjoy,' she said softening her horse voice. I took a huge gulp of my drink. It was incredibly dark and her cap was pulled over her face and already my vision blurred as if stoned.

'Hello,' I shout slurring my words but she didn't reply just danced feverishly, darting in and out of the crowds as if trying to hide. She moved very strangely and seemed taller than I remembered. After a few minutes I came over faint and was relived when she beckoned me to the bar and it was only as she led me not to the bar but to the office did I see through the gloom. It wasn't Kate but Conrad but by now he was pushing me through the door marked 'private, staff only' and ushered me up the narrow steps as I swung my wicker basket girlishly.

Mystified as to where he was taking me I stepped cautiously up the stairs aware of the cheap thrill I gave him as I flashed my red panty covered rump.

'Nice,' he cries then omits a low wolf whistle and I felt a sharp bee like sting as he smacked me on the buttocks. I giggle like a teenager and wiggled my bottom playfully and in return he pushed me up the remaining few up steps.

On the landing he opened the office door in front of me and pushed me inside. The light was on and for the first time we could both see our costumes in all their glorious detail. He was quite menacing as the wolf.

'Oh Grandmother,' I said, 'what big ears you have!' revelling in the role play, oblivious of any impending danger.

'All the better to hear you with, my child, was the reply.

I laughed. 'Grandmother what big eyes you have!' I said.

'All the better to see you with, my dear.'

'But, Grandmother, what large hands you have!'

'All the better to hug you with.' He chuckles and as he laughs he holds me by my narrow waist and draws me to him. 'And I bet you've never seen one this size before?'

I giggle as he releases me from his grip and fumbles with his groin. I hear the tear of Velcro then stare in amazement as he pulls out the biggest cock I've ever seen.

'Oh! But grandmother, what a huge big cock you have!'

He grins. 'All the better to fuck you with!' he cries excitedly spinning me round, my back facing him.

I'm shocked but incredibly excited and with an animal like bound he pushes me over the desk. I scream with trepidation as bent over I thrust my peachy bum at him. He smacks me hard and I feel a hairy paw slide up the inside of my legs prising them apart like a scuba diver seeking an oysters pearl. I scream again as he finds my stocking tops and playfully rubs the lace and flicks the suspenders like a guitar string. He impatiently flips my light skirt over my back like the boot of a car and rubs his large synthetic black nose over my bum. I hear him sniff noisily and shuffle push backwards. The wolf bares his fangs and gasp as I feel him tear my panties down my legs with his terrifying teeth. The skimpy material offers little resistance and is easily torn downwards. I feel his hot breath on my smooth skin soon followed by his drooling rubbery tongue. I lay expectantly on the table in front of me as I hear him drag forwards and the long hair on his body tickles my legs. I reach behind and carefully prise my peachy cheeks apart to show him my inner entrance. I'm waiting expectantly when I smell it before I see it - a leather like collar slip over my head. I struggle to see a trouser belt drop over my eyes and nestle round my neck. 'What.' I cry as he pulls the belt strap so that it slides like a noose in the buckle and tightens round my neck. The leather squeaks and bites into my flesh. I try to scream as my head is pulled back roughly. My eyes swell as if about to pop from my skull and then I see her, Kate, totally stoned crouched on the floor watching me choke. Unconcerned her eyes are glazed and her pupils wide, the nipples on her breasts erect. I gasp for air as I feel the tip of his cock tentatively poke my cheeks. He pulls on the belt and I gasp lifting my face off the desk and grip the edge with both hands. I choke for breath as if in a smoke filled room - my life flashes before me, the veins on my temple swell. He presses forward relentlessly and I feel the lubrication as he works his cock between my trembling cheeks. I gasp as again he tightens his grip on the leather belt like Santa on the reins of his sleigh. I buck and he seizes the moment and slides into me. This isn't how I imagined I'd lose my virginity as he takes me by force, thrusting down into me spreading my arse cheeks like jam. I feel my tight muscle surrender to his consistent pressure and open invitingly. He pulls on the lead yet again and I feel the room spin as if about to black out. He's deep inside me now and I inadvertently clench my buttocks squeezing him hard. He howls dramatically for the second time that night and for a brief moment I feel as if ravaged by a wild beast.

Slowly at first he slides deep within me then as I feel his hair bristle my arse cheeks and my own soft skin flatten as he presses me against the table before he pulls away. Back and forth he pumps repeating the process seemingly tightening his grip on the belt. I want to scream but incapable of even a squeak my once tight arse muscle relaxes and allows his meaty invader freedom of passage as he rams me with his thick rod until my eyes water and still he doesn't relinquish the grip round my neck. I then feel his free furry paw work its way to my groin. He grabs my limp and sore cock massaging it between his fingers. I'm flaccid and don't show any excitement but remain limp and feminine. As he fingers me gently I feel myself dampen with pre-cum and as I do his own cock stiffens even more. He howls again and jerks the belt bringing my head back further like some circus contortionist. I try to scream but unable to utter a sound I instead feel the surge of Conrad's excitement storm from his heavy balls down the long shaft of his cock and into the waiting lips of my arse. Like a dam opening a sluice gate he pours into me with incredible force. I feel myself fill up with his excitement as my tank is quickly full.

After he had deposited his seed deep inside of me he dropped the belt. Free I gulp down lung-full of lung-full of fresh air and went to move aside. Quick as lightening he blocked my path gagging me with Kate's discarded panties. Without uttering a word he then tied my hands and feet with her stockings and pushed me to the floor alongside Kate. I tasted her bitterness and now unable to utter a word. I was in a state of shock. I felt woozy as if someone had clobbered me over the head with a large mallet.

Exhausted and inebriated Conrad flopped on a chair to rest, his large wolfs head on the desk, his long tale between his legs, his muscular arms beside him. Within minutes he was snoring loudly.

The woodcutter passing the door heard the snoring and inquisitively looked in. He dropped his plastic axe with surprise. We must have been a sight for sore eyes. Their was Grandmother and Red Riding Hood trussed up like chickens with a ferocious wolf fast asleep in a chair.

He laughed. 'I wondered where you had gone darling.' He said gazing at me on the floor seemingly unconcerned about our state. 'I see Conrad's been up to his old tricks again. Won't you girls ever learn?

'Help me,' I mumble pathetically, my mouth full with Kate's panties. I show him my bound hands.

He looks closer, his eyes drawing up my silky legs. My beautiful panties still round my ankles, He stops at my stocking tops and manages a half-hearted smirk. I try to shake my skirt down but its too late. I gulp. He sees my tiny cock under my underskirts and laughs. I hung my head but instead of leaving me to fend for myself he kindly comes to my aid. He removes Kate's panties from my mouth, unties my hands and feet leaving Kate sound asleep.

'You OK?' the woodcutter says.

'No, I'm terrified.' I sniff fighting back a tear. 'Conrad's been horrid and I want to go home.'

'Come then,' he said wrapping his warm coat around me. 'Drink your wine and have your cake and I shall take you home.'

I struggle to pull up my panties and straighten my stockings.

'You should know better,' he said. 'You of all people. Miss Riding Hood should never talk to strangers, wander around alone dressed like that and accept invites with strangers. Hasn't your mother taught you anything?'

I look at my shoes with a smile appreciating his concern and the link to the fairy-tale.

'Conrad's a great guy', he says giving him a cautionary glance, 'but he can be a little extreme I suggest you leave now before he wakes up. Let me help you.'

My new muscular friend is terribly sweet and as promised escorts me on the tube and walks me to my door. I'm not sure what he thought of me at first. He never mentioned my dress, my cock or what Conrad had done. He obviously now knew I was a guy. He had seem my flaccid cock peeking unceremoniously out of my dishevelled skirt and yet he talked to me kindly as if a girl. He even held my hand reassuringly when some drunken lads raced by like a herd of elephants. Once outside my flat he took my wicker basket from me and held my waist and kissed me on the lips. Tenderly at first but when I didn't complain he kissed me again but this time more passionately. His lips where hard and I tasted my lipstick as I stuck my tongue inside his mouth. He was hot and I felt him press his hard body close to mine. We kissed like this for a few minutes oblivious to the other passers by. Eventually he pulled away flushed with excitement.

'How about coffee?' he asked. 'At least let me taste your wine and cake since Grandmother didn't want it.'

I grin stupidly. What was I thinking? But it was late and cold this kind man was my saviour and I owed him a favour what's the harm of a small coffee? so I agreed.

Once inside, my night in shining arm turned like Conrad the wolf. He pounced on me like an animal, tearing at my dainty little dress, pawing at my stockings., kneading my tits like dough. But unlike before things were different. I felt more in control, more secure and really excited. This time I was curious and I wanted to feel him inside me. I smile and a strange tingling sensation started to creep up my spine.

Here we go again. I muse kicking off my shoes. How can I be so gullible? but now I was more prepared, no threatening leather belt was involved and besides I really liked him. I should have taken him more seriously the first time we met when he bought me the cocktail. Yet tired, drugged and incapable of protecting myself I offered no resistance. I merrily dropped to my knees, undid his fly and offered him my open mouth. He eagerly sprang forth and I greedily let him slide between my hot lips. I so wanted to please him so I expertly wrapped my tender lips round his tool and kissed for all I was worth. I looked up. He watched down in fascination as I worked my lips marking his veined shaft with gorgeous red lipstick rings. Egged on by his pleasurable groans I quickly ran my frantic tongue along his twitching length and expertly sucked him like a lolly. I don't think he was used to such attention as it wasn't long before he shuddered and began to spasm. Just before he came I pulled away not wanting to waste any of his love juice. What had become of me I wondered. Conrad had ignited a passion and despite having his seed still inside me I greedily wanted more.

'Fuck me big boy,' I ask. I didn't have to say it twice as he picked me up in his strong muscular arms and carried me to the bedroom. I kicked my legs excitedly as I felt my panties dampen and a warm glow build in my stomach. He gently placed me on the sheets and began to unwrap me like a Christmas present. Unlike most years this Christmas I now knew what I wanted and my perfect gift was in this mans trousers. There on my bed I let him remove my red cloak, untie my black Basque, pull down my underskirts and peel off my dress. This guy was good and with every layer he removed I wanted him more. I was his for the taking and that night i let him have his wicked way with me. And yes, before you ask woodcutters do have big choppers!

Did I ever meet up with Kate or Conrad in the new year? What about the woodcutter? Did I ever let him drag me into the woods? And what about my fairy-tale costume? did I dress as Little Red Riding Hood again or did I wear something more conventional but equally as feminine? You decide

The End

I wrote this after receiving a great idea from a anonymous happy reader. To them i offer my heart felt thanks. Other ideas welcome :)