Kitten

God damn, I felt fuckable. Mistress’ tailor had gone all out on my costume. I bounced around and skipped along to see how it felt. Frickin’ adorable! It was a shame that it wasn’t gonna survive the night. Not if my Big Bad Wolf performed how I wanted anyway.

“Anxious, Kitten?” Mistress was fiddling with my basket, not in a fun way, like the prop that went with my costume. The unassuming picnic basket was important. Mistress wanted this whole thing on video.

“Just excited, Mistress. I’m getting that giddy feelin’. Are you sure you don’t want to fool around?” I lifted the back of my skirt and bounced my ass enticingly at her. She didn’t even look up.

“I’m trying to concentrate.” Can’t believe she ignored me. Instead, Mistress fiddled with her phone, doing final checks on her expensive tech. She had pulled out all the stops to make my fantasy come true. “Now come here.”

She took the signature red hood and tied it tight around my neck. I felt childish when she fussed over me. I mean, she always made me feel that way. We had a few years between us and she was nearly a foot taller than me. But more so when I was all dolled up in ribbons and pigtails. I could tell she wanted to fuck me. Mistress really got off to seeing me go full-blown lolita. “It’s beautiful, Mistress. Thank you.”

She attached a small stud earring to my right lobe and I jumped at the pinching sensation. “This contains a microchip that connects with the camera. If you are within twenty yards of the basket, it will point at you and record.”

“I know, Mistress. We’ve gone over this already.” She shot me a nasty look. If I weren’t all dolled up for her games I would have been punished. I stuck my tongue out, using my current state of immunity to enjoy going a bit bratty.

“Cheeky thing. Well, you’re going to hear it again. You’ll be excited and I want this to go well. I have more in play than I’ve told you about. I expect you to make sure everything’s recorded.” That was curious. Her games got complicated and I was told what I needed to know, but I couldn’t even begin to guess what she was schemin’.

I curtsied to her, feeling the dress more and more. “Yes, Mistress.”

“The camera is low light. Total darkness is not low light. The full moon is out, try and find a place where you can see it. Perhaps even some street lights shining on you. Of course, you can try out in the open, but the risks are obvious.”

I nodded along. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Nothing between you and the basket. Try to place it a few feet off the ground for a good view.”

I rolled my eyes, reveling in my chance to push her buttons. “Yes, Mistress. I’ve got a couple of places in mind.” She seemed annoyed at me bein’ all flippant. Hopefully, she’ll remember that later and take it out on me.

“Very good, and you know the normal rules. Use them to your advantage. And Kitten…” She shot me a smug, knowing look and handed me the basket. “Don’t let yourself get caught too easily.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Mistress. You know I love a good chase.” She seemed satisfied. She always looked so elegant under the dull lamps in the park. Kinda wished I had time to go down on her before things got started, but I knew she wouldn’t allow it.

“By the way Kitten, there’s one more thing about your Wolf that you should know…”

Oh fuck. That’s a juicy tidbit. I can use. Thank you, Mistress.

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The Wolf

I’m sure I had to have felt bad about abandoning Red on our fifth anniversary. I mean, I must have. I just couldn’t bring myself to think about it now. My lack of remorse disturbed me a bit. Instead, I tried to concentrate on what delights tonight might bring. So I sprinted on to Pussycat Park.

I arrived at the archway entrance near the parking lot. No cars, no one around. The letter had said to meet at the bench where this all started. It was hard to find the path to the playground in the dark, but I had been here several nights in the last month hoping to run into them again.

I had a few minutes till eleven, so I slowed down and walked the rest of the way. It allowed me to catch my breath and wipe the sweat from my brow. I sniffed myself, seeing if I was presentable. The scent of Red filled me and briefly, I thought of the wonderful day we spent together. It really had been romantic.

I shook my head. No time for that now, I had already made my decision. The path emptied into the playground and there was Mistress, sitting alone on the bench waiting for me. She acknowledged me with a nod and simply waited for me to approach.

I looked around for Kitten. “Good evening, Mistress.”

“Mr. Pervert. Cutting it close, aren’t we?” She got to her feet and started circling me. I felt like cattle being inspected.

“Sorry Mistress, it was a busy day.” I looked around, wondering where Kitten was.

“I bet it was. And where is your lovely Fiancée? Another business trip?” She caught my eye and I sheepishly grinned.

“No, she’s home. I told her I couldn’t sleep and needed to go for a walk.”

She tutted and shook her head. “A poor excuse. I want you to have plenty of time. You aren’t itching to run back to her, are you?”

“No, Mistress. This is where I want to be.” Her comment made me worried. I suppose my alibi was flimsy, it only held if she slept through the night.

“Well, next time you’ll need to do better. If there is a next time, that is.”

“What do you mean?”

“Follow all the rules. No cheating. I will know if you break them. If that’s the case, our fun ends and I go tell your precious Red. I will tell her everything.”

I swallowed hard. It was greedy, to want this while also being unwilling to let Red go. “Of course, Mistress. Are the rules the same as before?”

“The ones you know remain in place, yes. But we have a few specific to tonight. Strip.” She looked at me expectantly.

I blinked.

She stared.

“Wait, what?”

“Your clothes, take them off. You may keep only your shoes, you’ll need them.” She was dead serious.

“Yes, Mistress.” I began taking off my shirt. The night was hot, thank God for that. But I had never been naked in public before. I was on a playground for god’s sake. Even if it was night I couldn’t help but feel vulgar.

“When you put them back on, the night is over. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She waited for me to work off my pants, folding my clothes and placing them on the bench. She looked over my cock with a very businesslike seriousness. “Open your mouth.” She reached into her pocket and took out a small container.

I did as she instructed and she placed a small red pill under my tongue. “Have you ever had any medicinal enhancements for performance?”

I shook my head from side to side.

“You’ll want to drink a lot of water when you get home. What I gave you is my custom blend. It’s about ten times more potent than anything a doctor would prescribe. After about fifteen minutes you’ll be rock hard. That won’t stop for at least eight hours. ” I blushed. She noticed and laughed. “Kitten is insatiable. Don’t take this as an insult. Without assistance, I doubt any man could satisfy her.”

I recalled the night I face fucked Kitten and how spent I felt by the end. I nodded and agreed. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Now I want your full attention for the last rule.” Mistress grabbed my testicles firmly in her hand and squeezed. My legs weakened but I didn’t dare move for fear it would hurt worse. “There are two words you must listen for. ‘Please don’t’. Repeat it.”

Mistress pulled down and I groaned in discomfort. “Please don’t!”

She nodded. “Please don’t. When you hear those words, you must do what she tells you not to. ‘Please don’t chase me’ means you chase her. ‘Please don’t fuck me’ means you fuck her. Absolutely no exceptions. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” She squeezed harder and gave me an angry glare. I was amazed at how much pain she could casually inflict. “Please don’t let go!”

“Ha! Very good.” She released me. “So are you ready to play?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She gave me one last look over and nodded. “Little Red Riding Hood! There’s someone I want you to meet.”

My eyes darted to the rustling sound at the edge of the woods. My jaw dropped. I had been imagining what Kitten would be wearing. I spent far too much time searching for these slutty Red Riding Hood cosplays at work, imagining Kitten wearing them. It was nothing like I imagined.

Kitten was adorable. Her shin-length dress was a baby blue color and decked out in frills. From the waist down it was a poofy bell shape with ruffles along the bottom. There were white heart shaped pockets sewn in and decorative bows running down the sides. Her legs were covered in white stockings held by blue ribbons that went up under her hem. The hourglass waist was tied snugly with the same sort of ribbon. Two lacy straps were all that secured the garment to her shoulders.

Beneath that was a pleated white shirt with large blue buttons. I could see the shape of her breasts and as I peered harder I could see the dark outline of her nipples. And of course the bright red signature hood and cape were tied snugly around her neck. There were two cat ears sewn to the top of the hood. Of course. I licked my lips, ready to pounce right then and there.

Mistress scooped my clothes and put them in her basket. “Make sure you two don’t lose that unless Mr. Wolf wants to walk home naked.”

I wasn't really listening. I couldn’t take my eyes off Kitten. Ribbons ran through her hair and two short pigtails hung over her shoulders. She pushed up her big, round glasses with her painted pink fingernail. She looked at my cock, then cowered behind Mistress. “Little Miss Riding Hood, why are you hiding? Don’t you want to play?” It was too soon for the drug to be kicking in, but even without I don’t think I’ve ever been harder in my life.

Kitten curled up against Mistress. “He’s… he’s really scary. Can we not do this? I don’t want to do this. Take me home!” She tightened her grip on the basket. Her teeth gritted and her lips shook as she fought the telltale smile that always gave away her desires.

“Scary? But I’m such a nice dog. Why don’t you come here and pet me? You look good enough to eat.” My loins swelled and dripped. I hoped to grab her quickly. There was so much on the playground that I could bend her over.

“Oh no! No! I need to get away!” She hiked the dress above her knee and skipped off. I went to chase her when I felt a painful snap against my lower back and stumbled.

Mistress had some sort of metal extending stick, like a retractable switch that she had used to strike me. “Two minutes. She gets a head start.”

I growled at Mistress, she seemed amused by that. So she whipped my ass, leaving a long, hot red line across my backside.

Mistress stood behind me as I watched her disappear into the woods. “Let me set the mood. Everyone knew the Big Bad Wolf had a particular appetite for pretty little girls. Little Red Riding Hood had run from him, fearing she would be devoured. She thought she was safe, but the Big Bad Wolf hadn’t been trying to catch her. Not yet anyway. He drove her deeper into the forest, far away from safety. Far away from anyone who could save her. For he was a most sadistic wolf. He enjoyed taking his time with his prey.”

She slapped me on the ass. “Go, fetch.”

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Kitten

I giggled to myself as I entered the woods. I remembered the line from my story, ‘drooling for both heads.’ He certainly was. The fella had a nice enough body, I had only really gotten acquainted with his cock last time. He had dark red chest hair and a good amount on his arms and legs. Could be more wolf-like, but sometimes you get what you get.

But that creepy look he gave me was exactly what I wanted. My Big Bad Wolf looked like he was ready to tear into me right then and there. I kinda wanted to let em’. But I knew I could make tonight better. I wanted to be hunted. I wanted to frustrate and anger him. I wanted him horny and out of control when he got a hold of me.

Pussycat Park wasn’t a huge forest, just a couple of square miles of park with a patchwork of woods. In the winter the bare trees broke the illusion, but on hot summer days, you could get lost in it. I could easily hide, might even do that a bit to work him up. But first I wanted to see what he could do.

He entered the woods and tripped over a rock. Not off to a great start. He waited a moment, let his eyes adjust to the undergrowth. When he seemed like he started to get his bearings I ran out. His head swiveled and he saw me.

“Oh no! Stay away!” I called out. I really was bankin’ on no one being around. Could get us in a lot of trouble. But if that happened it happened, Mistress has had to bail me out before. I wasn’t about to start doin’ this quietly. “Someone, help!” I took off and he gave chase.

“Run all you like, little girl! It will make you all the tastier when I sink my fangs into you!” He wasn’t just there to fuck, he was getting into his role. I got a pins and needles feeling running down my spine. This was gonna be fun.

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The Wolf

Mistress’ drug was kicking in. Or it was just seeing Kitten scamper in that cute little dress. Either way, my cock throbbed. I sprinted as hard as I could, and I was able to keep up with her at first. But she was fast. Damn fast, and she showed no signs of slowing down.

I remembered the shape of her body. It was hard to see on the bus because she always wore fluffy sweaters and dresses that left a lot to the imagination, but when she sucked me off in the park I saw her thick ass and toned thighs. She confirmed my suspicions of being a runner. She was not only quick but graceful. She deftly weaved the trees and leaped over roots and rocks.

I fell behind. Unlike her, I stumbled clumsily along. I could barely see anything that wasn’t in front of me, but the famed red hood was eye-catching and easy to track. At least until she ran around a dense patch of ivy that grew over the trunks of several trees. I lost sight of her. Lost track of my prey.

Fuck, it hurt. I needed to jam my cock into her, needed to cum. The night was sweltering and I was dripping sweat already. I stopped to catch my breath, searching around the bushes to see if she had hidden.

“Little girl! Come on out! I only want to rip the clothes from your body and gobble you up!”

“Eep!” I turned my head. Kitten had been sneaky, putting a large distance between us. I took off running and so did she. She moved like a rabbit. I would have thought that dress would slow her down. How could she be so proficient at sprinting in something so cumbersome?

Ravenous and growling I kept up my pursuit. Again and again, Kitten would lead me on a futile hunt and slip further away. I lost all track of time. I couldn’t tell how long we had been playing this game but the fun had waned. I needed to fuck, I needed her holes.

She had started to slow, allowing me to get so damn close. I kept thinking I was on the brink of catching her. I could smell her sweat. I reached out and brushed my fingertips on her bouncing ponytail. Then she just took off, she had been toying with me. I was furious.

I howled into the night. “Just you wait till I get my jaws around your pretty fucking throat!” I needed new tactics. Wolves don’t outrun rabbits, they ambush them. I stopped to fill my lungs with air and thought about how to trap her.

I slipped off my shoes, knowing I would never find them again in the dark. It was a risk, but I didn’t didn’t know how much time I had left. I crouched and moved methodically and silently as possible along the ground. I began stalking Little Red Riding Hood.

Kitten darted around in the distance. I didn’t follow, I studied her. She was looking for me, watching in different directions. But always she returned to a small, bright clearing amongst the trees. The moonlight poured down onto her. She had set her basket with my clothes on a nearby rock. Kitten crouched and peeked behind trees. Believing she had a good vantage to see in all directions, she stayed in place.

This was going to be my best chance. The breeze picked up which was to my advantage. Rustling leaves and a low howl of the wind masked my footfalls. I skulked closer whenever she looked away. Closer. I could taste her in the air. I salivated, fighting the impulse to make my move too quickly.

A branch snapped beneath my feet. She turned and stared, her body shook, her her bottom lip quivered. She weakly called out, “Hello?” She was so chaste and sweet. God, I wanted to violate her. But I grit my teeth and kept low to the ground. She looked right in my direction and peered intently. A gust of wind knocked a branch from a tree in the opposite direction and she turned.

I prowled until I was at the edge of the clearing. I felt the heat emanating off her flesh. I waited till she peaked around a tree, and moved low and slow into the light until I knew I had her.

A low rumble came from my throat, growling at my prey. Kitten’s eyes went as big as dinner plates and she staggered back against a tree. She was cornered. I followed her eyes and knew which way she direction she would try to escape. I waited for her to make her move, then I pounced. I snagged her by her crimson hood and dragged her to the ground.

She kicked as I dove onto her legs. She tried to shake me as I worked to pin her underneath my body. Her shoe connected hard into my gut and her heal left a long scrape across my skin. I roared and plunged my face downward and sunk my teeth into her exposed thigh.

“AHHH! Stop! No!” Her tender skin tasted like ambrosia. I was close to her cunt which radiated the lustful fragrance of desire. I was not gentle, clamping my jaws down until she started to still herself. I slid off her shoes and threw them into the dark, avoiding any future painful kicks and preventing her from running again.

I released my bite and she tried to push herself off the ground. “Found you, little girl!” I slammed my hips against her backside and knocked her back down, the pleasurable sensation of her soft ass and silky fabrics against my starved cock sent me into a frenzy as I began rabidly humping her backside.

Kitten struggled, still futilely attempting to break away. She reached back to try and push me away. A mistake that allowed me to snatch her by the wrist and pull her onto her back, positioning myself between her knees. “Help! Someone!”

Her feet flailed around my body, kicking her socks off. I ground myself against her dress. I could feel the hotness from between her legs. I could feel it grow wet as I created a harsh. lustful friction with my engorged phallus. She gasped and her fight started to subside while shameful pleasure took hold. I snarled over her, frothed spittle dripping onto her pretty face.

“No. No, no. Don’t… You’re gonna make me…” Her dress soaked through with her pussy juices and despite her protests, she met my thrusting with growing enthusiasm. “Stop! I’m… Ohhhh!”

Her wild, pleasured wails sent me over the edge. I shot cum up her body. A huge load of sticky ropes blasted up her dress and to her chin. She covered her face with both hands, cowering under me with embarrassment. I ran my hands through her hair. “Little Red Riding Hood. Did you get off?”

“I-I didn’t mean to. Why did you make me do that? I didn’t…”

“You filthy little slut.” She sobbed into her hands, and I let my semen bubble down onto her. Her white top, wet with sweat and my ejaculate, made her luscious breasts visible. I grabbed at one of the straps that went over her shoulder and pulled. It snapped in my hand and she shrieked. I was just getting started.

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Kitten

The thing about fantasy is you’re stuck with what’s in your head. Now when other people get involved, they’ll start switchin’ things around and discovering things you never imagined. For instance, I had been hung up on this Red Riding Hood idea since college. In my head, never once did my Big Bad Wolf dry hump me to my first orgasm. So he was doin’ real good.

I was pretending to sob behind my hands, mostly to hide the big shit-eatin’ grin that was probably plastered across my face. I felt him snap the first strap off the costume. I knew those were gonna go quick. Mistress’ tailor had made such a lovely dress, but he had a special way of makin’ them flimsy and easy to tear. He probably would have loved this show, the ol’ perv. I’ll make sure Mistress sends him a copy of the recording.

Wolf was making quick work of removing my packaging. He tore open the top, sending those blue buttons in every direction. He buried his face into my tits. I knew he was gonna lay into the girls. I had seen his fiancée on the streets a few times. She was pretty, a sexy little spinner. But the girl was a rail. So that meant it had at least been five years since he got a hold of some good sweater meat. And he was making up for lost time.

“Stop! You’re vicious! Oh! Oh, god!” I gave him a nice show as he groped and licked. He tossed in an occasional bite which was really doin’ it for me. All the while his little battering ram kept poundin’ at my gates. I probably couldn’t cum again without a bit of penetration and it was driving me insane. I was hopin’ for a little reverse psychology. “I’ll do anything, just please don’t… don’t…” I fought to squeeze my thighs shut.

But then he actually stops. He’s sweatin’ bullets and drooling over me and he says, “Poor little girl, so scared. What will you give me if I let you go?

If he let me go? At that point I would have slugged him if he tried. But I loved that he was playing with me. “P-please Mr. Wolf. I’m a… I’m a virgin.” Ha! Sometimes I crack myself up.

I could feel him bristle. He seemed like the sort of guy that would work on. “A virgin? Then perhaps all I want from you is a kiss.” He snarled when he talked, really playing into the canine nature. And that thing he was jamming against my pelvic bone let me know I wasn’t getting out of there with a peck on the cheek.

But I played along. I leaned in and closed my eyes. I felt his hand on my cheek and he kissed me, softly and sweetly. It surprised me and I felt the tip of his tongue probing my lips. I met it with mine. It was actually kinda nice. “So, Mr. Wolf. Now you’ll let me go?”

“Oh little girl, how could you possibly believe that was going to work?” He reached down and grabbed the hem of my dress. He ripped it with both hands and I shrieked.

I was tired of playin’ though. I realized it had been a few weeks since I had taken an actual cock. Strap-ons and dildos are nice, but it ain’t the same as something hot and alive in ya. I acted as pathetic as possible to really get him going. “Please, don’t fuck me.”

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The Wolf

Mistress’ words played back in my head. “Please don’t. When you hear those words, you must do what she tells you not to.” She was begging for it. Or maybe she wasn’t. Kitten wasn’t there when I was told those rules. Maybe Mistress lied. That possibility excited me too.

Kitten’s body was amazing. There was a softness to every part of her. Her breasts spilled between my fingers when I squeezed them and she felt, for lack of a better word, more durable than Red. Like she was built to take punishment. I couldn’t wait to see how much she would endure before breaking.

But first I had a decision. I was the Big Bad Wolf, after all. It seemed like flipping her over and taking her doggy style would be a given. But the scared, adorable look on her face was impossible to waste by pushing it into the dirt. Not yet at least. I ripped at her dress again, the sound of tearing fabric mixed with her cries made me throb and spit cum on her breasts. “Beg me, little girl.”

I forced her thighs open, the weight of my body splitting her legs further apart. She covered her face and shook her head. “Please! Please, Mr. Wolf! I… I’ll never be able to marry if you do this.” I think I may have heard her giggle. “Please don’t fuck me.”

I pulled her hands away from her face. I pinned them to the ground above her head. I lowered my face to her neck and sniffed her while she floundered. My teeth clamped around her throat, threatening to bite down until she stilled. The wind died down, and in the dead of the night, the only sound that could be heard was her whimpering. I licked the side of her face, slowly running my tongue up her cheek as her body tensed. Then I pressed my cock into her dripping slit.

I chose the position well, the look in her eyes was delectable. She gasped and convulsed. Her eyes locked onto mine with a wonderful mixture of fear and shame. But the more shaft I fed into her, the more that telltale smirk of pleasure fought it’s way onto her face. “You beast! You monster! How could you!”

I marveled at the differences between fucking Kitten and Red. I loved Red’s bald, tight cunt. I love the way her tight little body dug into mine when we made love. I loved the quiet, dignified orgasms that sometimes were barely more than a whisper.

Kitten was raw and primal. Her back arched as she moaned as I thrust my cock deep inside her. No matter what protests she cried out, I had never been with someone more willing and needful. She pushed her hips back against my thrusts and the wonderful abrasive friction of her full bush on my belly spurred me harder. Even her pussy hungered for me, desperately clinging around my cock every time I pulled back.

“Please don’t…” I came before her demand was made. She broke character, laughing as she finished her sentence. “Please don’t cum inside me.” Mistress’ drug was in full effect, I don’t think I could have stopped even if I wanted to. My dick was relentless and I kept fucking her even as I came. “Stop, no more! Please don’t make me cum again!”

“Like I could stop you, you filthy whore,” I panted into her ear.

“I’m not! I’m not a… ooOO!”

Her heels dug into my back as she climaxed loudly. I gave her face a playful slap. “Heh. Slut.” I kept her going, rolling her from one orgasm to another. It was painful and overstimulating to keep going, but every pleasured squeal made it worth enduring.

“Please,” she wheezed. “Please don’t eat me, Mr. Wolf.” The look on her face was a devious sort of debauched. I was stunned. It took me a moment to realize what she had asked… No, ordered me to do.

I dug my teeth into her shoulder and slid my dick out from her, making sure to dig my fingers into her flesh and pinch her nipple between my teeth for good measure as I moved down her body. Her cunt oozed with both of our juices and an insane curiosity overtook me. I wanted to taste myself inside Kitten. “Oh no! Please, only dirty girls like that!”

“Such a delicious piece of fuck meat. Worried you might like being devoured?” I slid her thighs on my shoulders and sat back on my ass. I dragged her up onto her shoulder blades as I brought her sloppy pussy to my mouth.

“Wait!” Kitten adjusted her glasses and looked up at me. She licked her lips and started playing with her tits. “Oh, Mr. Wolf! What a big tongue you have.”

I was going to say something along the lines of ‘All the better to eat you with’. Instead, I greedily buried my mouth into her twat. The juices ran down my chin like eating a warm watermelon.

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Kitten

We were havin’ a great time. You know how it is, you work hard for the first couple of fucks of a roleplay to stay in character. You gotta pretend like you’re being violated against your will and everyone gets all excited and starts getting off. Then about the time you stop counting orgasms, you realize you’re just fucking each other too much to pretend.

Wolf was tossing me around, screwing me one way after another. It wasn’t so much the positions he put me in, but the enthusiasm I liked. For instance, he had me bent over this stump. He pulls my hair and it starts us off with a slap on my ass. He just stops and stares. He does it again, I give me a little yelp and a sexy bounce and he is hooked!

Then it hits me, poor fella never smacked a good ass before. Skinny ones have their advantages, but I worked hard on my nice round bubble. And when you slap an ass like mine, you get a nice ripple.

Ha! The wonder in his eyes was like a kid at Christmas. Then he started goin’ at me from behind and he does not stop until I’ve got at least three or four loads runnin’ down my leg. I know Mistress’ pill is strong but he must have been having himself something of a religious experience back there.

But like I said, I was really enjoyin’ myself. I’m thinking he’s saving something big for the end. But then I realize he’s starting to hesitate. Wolf wanted my asshole. He had spread my cheeks far apart. He probed me with his fingers. He kept bringing his cock close and then retreated back to my cunt. And now I realize I’m dealing with a first-time back-door customer.

So I see I gotta take things in my own hands. He’s playing around, getting ready to stuff my cunt again. So I tell him, “Please don’t lie down on your back.” I could see the confusion at first. He didn’t think I could use ‘Please don’t’ like that. The gears are turnin’ in his head and he lies back with this perplexed face. Tryin’ to figure out how he lost control.

I got up and stretched my arms high in the air. It felt good after being smashed into the ground for a few hours. Gave my limbs a shake and then I gave him a wicked grin.

“What kind of Big Bad Wolf doesn’t even have the decency to butt fuck a girl?” Hoo boy! That look on his face was priceless. So I squat down over his hips, facing towards his feet, and stroke his cock.

“I was supposed to? I mean, I can do that.” He didn’t sound confident. I didn’t like that, he was dealing with some sort of hangup. I probably should have let it go, but when I get in a mood I can’t help myself.

“I’m gonna give you some advice. It might make you a bit angry, but I think you need to hear it.” I bent forward, knowing my cheeks would spread and he could see my cute little brown star. I rubbed my cunt, collecting some of our collective juices and using it to lube myself while he watched. “You and Red, you two are no good for each other.”

He went still under me. I struck a nerve. “What the fuck?” Caught the poor boy off guard with that one. I was playin’ with fire.

“Please don’t shut up for a minute.” When you get someone angry, it can go sideways. But I was counting on the horny pervert's darker desires. Besides, Mistress had told all the juicy details about his little anniversary before he got there. She knew I would use that. She had a funny game going, I didn’t understand it. But I always played my part for her.

I looked back and gave him a nasty little smile knowing he had to hear me out. “You’ve been staring at her skinny little ass for five years. Thinking how much you want to fuck it, but that made you feel like a creep so you never did.” His face was turning crimson. I was right. “Too bad, bet she’s tight as a drum.”

I lifted my hips up and grabbed his cock, positioning it under me. I lined him up and started lowering myself onto his droolin’ head. “But Wolfie, you are a creep. A filthy fuckin’ depraved pervert, I like that about you. And if you can’t be your true self around her, you’re both gonna hate each other soon enough. That’s why you’re here with me.”

I found an angle that worked for me, gripping his cock steadily. After that I let gravity do its thing. I needed to bounce a bit, but I worked that cock into my tight hole. I don’t know if it was rage or pleasure but he was shakin’. “Ooo, that’s the spot. Ya know, it makes me so horny knowing you came to me on your anniversary.”

His body tensed and I looked back to see the shock in his eyes. I gave him a wink and blew him a kiss. I could practically see the smoke coming out his ears as he started to realize Mistress didn’t choose today by coincidence.

“Red’s lipstick was on your mouth and neck when you got here. I saw those pale, weak hickeys she put on your neck. Oh fuck that feels good.” I was bouncin’ him deeper and deeper as I primed myself for more. His hands went to my hips and his fingers dug into my sides. I was gettin’ excited. So was he. My tight ass ripped the suppressed moans from his lips as he throbbed inside me, pumping me full.

The extra lubrication was appreciated as I pushed myself down fully onto him. I reached between my legs and played with his balls while pressing my palm against my cunt. “Fuck, that’s a big load. You never cum like that with Red, do ya? The scent of her cunt was all over you when you started fucking me. Filthy boy, you didn’t even take a shower. Did you even finish her off? Or did you leave her all cold and alone so you could run to fuck your Kitten?”

I lay back over him. His dick was jamming all the way into my ass and my small body draped over his chest. His hips were starting to get the idea and he properly started fucking me. “Does it feel good to wipe her boring cunt off in my ass? I bet it does. I hardly smell her on you at all now.”

He reached and put his hand over my mouth, silencing and fucking at the same time. He rolled on top of me, pressing my body into a cool patch of mud. I chomped down on his finger, he howled and pulled his hand back. He slapped me hard on the back of the head then got a fist full of my hair. I love havin’ my hair pulled.

I slid my fingers under my bush and started to reward myself for bringing him out of his shell. I went back to playing it scared and innocent. Whimpering, I begged him, “Big Bad Wolf! Please! Please don’t pound my ass!”

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The Wolf

I had no words to say to her. I was beyond pissed. In that moment I hated her. Fuck, I knew I was playing right into what she wanted. But I was seething and horny, couldn’t even think straight. I had never known I was capable of such… disrespectful behavior.

I had pushed her face into the mud. I wasn’t just trying to fuck her, but hurt her. The thought of her talking about Red burned, and I took it out on her body. Kitten screamed and kicked under me.

Fucking her ass was a different sensation, one I liked. There was a constant tight ring around my cock, milking the cum from me again and again. I made sure it was painful. That she would feel punished.

But Kitten would distill any malicious venom I could conjure into pure, selfish gratification. She found dramatic, powerful fits of pleasure in the way I viciously sodomized her.

I realized earlier in the night had almost been a campy appetizer for Kitten. She was in her element, taking any abuse I could send her way and reveling in it. I slapped her till scarlet hand prints covered her backside. I Pinched and scratched at her. I spit on her face and choked her. Sometimes she would shout or cry or beg. But nothing could chase away the blissfully salacious euphoria she was experiencing.

I had lost control and decided if she wanted a wolf I would give it to her. I had started biting her, chomping my teeth into her soft flesh nearly to the limit of breaking skin. She cradled my head, not fighting me off but inviting me for more. Her body was decorated with the black and purple bruises left by my fangs.

Only when I saw light on the horizon did I realize it was morning. I knew I had to leave, but I needed a final go at her. Both of us had grown weak. We had been running and screwing for hours. I think she had the same idea. She writhed on the ground and enticed me with more of her faux reluctance. “Please, no more. Not one more time. I can’t stand it!”

Fuck, even though it was a blatant performance it still made me horny. I scooped her knees up and pushed them toward her shoulders. My balls ached from being drained again and again. My throat was dry. Mistress’ drug hadn’t yet let up its hold on me but that didn’t mean I wasn’t feeling the fatigue.

“Please don’t fuck my cunt,” she said with triumph in her voice. And so I gave her what she wanted. I pushed her ankles to the sides of her head and plunged myself into a deep, penetrative position. “Mmmm, that’s right. You better enjoy it, fuck knows when you’ll get to let loose again.”

She wrapped herself around me and pulled my head beside her own. She whispered taunts into my ear between her gasps. “I’m not your fragile, reluctant Red. I need to be fucked hard. Fuck me hard!”

Her nails dug into the skin of my back as she reveled in every wrathful impaling of her cunt. “Think of this when you fuck her from now on. Maybe it will make it easier to stand that boring… Oh! Right there! Harder!” She drove her ankles into my side like she was spurring a horse. “Fuck me right! Fuck me like a sadistic wolf! Please! I need it!”

She clawed my back, I could feel the flesh tear as her whole body coiled around me like a snake. Kitten’s carnal cries sounded, making it impossible not to come with her.

She was laughing to herself when she finally released me. I couldn’t even look at her. She was probably right and I hated that. I pulled away and wiped myself down with a torn piece of her dress from the ground. I retrieved my clothes from her basket and dressed myself. I had been far too careless. The sun was practically up.

I left Kitten lying on the ground where I last fucked her. Without a word, I retreated knowing she had taken everything she wanted from me.

I had lost my shoes during the chase. I was dirty and sticky, hadn’t slept in twenty-four hours. My body was drained and I lurched home. I started crafting excuses but hoped I could sneak in without waking Red.

Carefully, I slid my key into my apartment door. I slowly turned the doorknob. With meticulous caution I closed the door behind me, planning to sneak to the safety of the shower to wash away whatever evidence I could.

Red was waiting at the kitchen table.

Her robe was untied and completely open. Other than that, she was nude. She slouched in the chair and her legs were spread far apart. Red brought a bottle of tequila to her lips, eying me spitefully. Her speech was slurred as she asked, “Where the fuck you been?”

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Kitten

Mistress found me not long after my Big Bad Wolf had left with his tail between his legs. I hope I wasn’t too hard on the fella. Maybe he’ll realize I was just tryin’ to give him some good, friendly advice. Or he’ll just think about it and get more pissed.

If he did, then maybe I could play with him again. He was a lot of fun after I got into his head. Just gotta rev him up and watch him go.

Thinking about it was enough to bring my fingers to my sore pussy. I had been layin’ there fingering myself when Mistress said, “Looks like you had a rough night.”

“Yeah, it was wonderful. Thank you, Mistress.” I smiled at her, not bothering to stop toying with my cunt. “Did you watch?”

She went over to the basket and opened the disguised bow at the top handle. She turned off the camera and came and stood by me. “I only checked in a few times to make sure you were alright.”

“Heh, you worried about me?”

She smiled and dropped to her knees. Then she lay down next to me and answered, “Always a little. We both know you can get reckless.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Worked out good for me tonight though.”

Mistress’ hand gently fondled my breast. Then she gave it a tiny squeeze. The bruise left by his bite splintered pain through my nerves. “You’re quite the mess.”

I bit my lip and smiled thinkin’ about everything. “Yeah.”

“Tell me about it. Right now while it’s raw in your mind.”

She put her hand over mine and stopped me from masturbatin’. She took over the job, with a welcomed gentle touch. “Mmm, thank you, Mistress. So he started chasin’ me through the woods…”

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Red

Mistress had stayed for a few hours. Asking me questions. All sorts of fucking questions. Not just about sex, but about everything. She asked about my wedding plans and work. Asked about how I met my fiancée. It was surprisingly typical, like catching up with an old friend. Except every once in a while she would encourage me to finger myself while watching my man stuff a girl’s mouth.

She told me vaguely about what was going to happen, enough to make my plans for the next few weeks. But like before, she kept it really god damned mysterious. I don’t think I could pry a straight answer out of that woman with a crowbar.

She left after a few hours. Kissed me, which was surprisingly thrilling. I had never thought I was bisexual before, but she had me wondering otherwise.

That was a question I would probably be addressing soon enough. But currently there was only one thing on my mind.

I liked watching him fuck other women. I liked watching him get rough with them. What that meant for our future, I didn’t know. Although honestly, I was growing a bored of the same face fucking video. I had watched it so many times.

I craved something new. I wanted to see what else he would do. And tonight he was out in Pussycat Park chasing around that little bitch, Kitten. What did he do to her? How did she sound when he did it? Fuck, it made me hot to think about. The shame of that lust still lingered, but I was starting to come to terms with it.

After Mistress left, all I could do was obsess about it. The time wasn’t right to reveal that I knew his secret. Oh, I would punish him for that when the time came. But god damn, I wanted to know what he was doing now.

So I waited for him. I waited with a bottle of tequila. Taking small sips to occasionally pass the time but barely even getting buzzed. He was taking his sweet fucking time. I couldn’t believe the audacity of how he was pushing it.

But I decided all I could do now was speculate.

I could gather up the clues when he got here and make my guesses. Mistress said she would show me, so I wondered how accurate I would be.

I finally heard him at the door. I opened my robe and took a swig. Made sure I looked trashy and sloppy. He didn’t stop to take off his shoes and much to my surprise when he rounded the corner he wore none. How the fuck did he lose those? What had he been up to? “Where the fuck you been?”

Ha! Asshole. The fear in that man’s eyes after getting his hand caught in the cookie jar was lovely. He fumbled for an explanation. “I’m so sorry. I left my phone and couldn’t call. I was… I was walking through the park. And there was an old couple getting robbed. I was a witness so I had…”

Absolutely pathetic. Not a good liar at all.

But I was. I had been doing it to survive my whole life. I always tried to make myself more girly and weak and pretend like I wasn’t so fucking furious all the goddamned time! “I was lonely! I woke up and you weren’t here!”

“I’m… I’m sorry. Were you waiting long?” His clothes were clean enough, but there was dirt all over his hands and face.

I needed more information. “Kiss me!” I demanded. I could tell right away he was hesitant to get close to me. Guilty fucker. “I said kiss me! I was lonely!” I stomped my foot and feigned stumbling. He ran in to catch me.

Dirt and pussy. He stank of it. “C’mon. Let’s get you to bed.”

I dropped the bottle to the floor, and threw my arms over him. “Kiss first.”

He leaned in and tried for a quick peck. I wasn’t about to let the shithead get away that easy. I jammed my tongue in his mouth. Nice and messy, let him taste the booze on my tongue to sell the illusion. And fuck, his cock was rock hard. It was pressed against me, apparently not fully satisfied with the events of the night. I made sure to lick around his lips, tasting his chin. He tried to dismiss me. “Ok, c’mon. Let’s get you to bed. I need a shower.”

Definitely spent his night outside. He was salty and sweaty. I could taste her on his chin. Nothing I didn’t already know. Fuck, he didn’t notice but I was just dripping down my thighs. I let him lead me back to the room and he helped me into bed. Then after all he’s been up to, he tries to be fuckin’ gentlemanly. He starts tying my robe closed. “There you go, Red. Let’s get you comfortable.”

I slapped his hand and opened my robe back up. “Fuck me.”

I saw the gleam in his eye. He wanted to do it, but started making excuses. “You’re drunk. It wouldn’t be right.”

I grabbed his shirt as he tried to get away. “No, I’m fine. I’m horny. Just do it.”

“Um, let me take a shower first.” Fat chance, asshole.

“No! No, no, no! Fuck me now! Don’t you love me?” It only felt right that I should torture the bastard with a full on guilt trip. I liked how he squirmed.

“Of course I love you, Red. But I just need to clean…”

“NO!” I shrieked. I could see the worry in his face. “Fuck me right now or I’m gonna scream!” I inhaled sharply, getting ready to make good on my threat.

He cupped his hand over my mouth, there were teeth marks on his finger. She bit him. Why did she do that? My cunt was swelling. “Alright! Shhhh. Ok.”

Got em’. He turned off the light, but it did little to hide anything. The shitty curtains we had didn’t block daylight. He started to undress. I pretended to be wobbly and looked around in different directions, but I was studying him every chance I got.

Knees and elbows all scraped up. A large scratch across his chest. Small little bruises all over. Dried mud. Whatever he did, he did it on the ground. That made me all hot and bothered. I imagined him fucking Kitten in some puddle or bending her over a park bench. I lay back and spread my legs wide, ordering him to satisfy my pussy. He started out by stuffing it right in. “Oooo! Please! Gentle!”

I could feel him bristle. He didn’t like being told to calm himself. Perhaps he had gotten a taste for the rougher stuff last night and was having a hard time coming down . Still, his cock was amazingly hard. His voice was quiet, he seemed tired. “That better?”

“Mmmm, nice.” I feigned a sleepy bliss and ran my hands over him. Then I felt the abrasions on his back. He cringed and sucked in air. He was torn up. I looked at my hand and confirmed small bits of dried blood. She had clawed into him good, damn near gouged chunks out of him. “Just like that, keep doin’ that.”

God, he was fucking me with the same dirty cock he had been sticking in Kitten all night and I loved it. I ran my fingers over the scratches and felt him sheepishly cringe. He had to be an idiot if he thought I didn’t suspect him, but he had a habit of believing the dumbest shit if it benefited him. “I love you, Red.”

“Shhh, just fuck.” I didn’t feel like getting into that lovey-dovey bullshit right now. I was enjoying the filthy feeling of a cock that had just been inside another woman. A nice, warm climax was building.

But why should Kitten have all the fun? I decided to, I wanted to scratch him as well. So as I got closer and closer, I began scraping his back with my fingers. “Ow! Easy, Red. That hurts!”

But I didn’t let up, I could feel his hips start to drive harder. “Gentle, do it slowly!” I forced him to treat me delicately while affording him no such luxury. I viscously ran my nails across her claw marks, carving an abstract pattern into his flesh.

I couldn’t wait to go to Mistress’ house. To see what she was really playing at. And of course, to watch what mess my filthy dog had gotten himself into.