#811 - Sissy Story 20 - Christmas party for little red riding hood

A sissy christmas tale.. for this beautiful morning of christmas! ;)
interesting and good quality story..
with some different levels of develop..
before to become a sissy forever! ;)
seduction.. to be courted.. by situations.. or better, by a real man..
what a beautiful dream.. for each sissy like us..
so enjoy the sissy story number 20! ;)


Anna Malice



Christmas party for little red riding hood


I met Conrad in a pub around the corner from work in the city. We exchanged a few glances and smiles then just hit it off. We never planed to meet but he was always there when I popped in for a drink with the lads after work. He was an artist. I got to meet his friends and it wasn't long before he had my number and invited me to one of his art exhibitions. I was somewhat in awe. I admired his work, his style, his lifestyle and his friends. I hadn't a gay bone in my body but there was something about this guy I found suave. If I was a girl, I mused, Conrad is the type of guy I'd date. We became good mates and spent some considerable time together. Yet I didn't really know him. I didn't know his background, his family or anything about his life before moving to London. I had no idea of his sexual orientation or what a wicked guy he really was and therefore wasn't at all afraid of him.

The company in which I worked wasn't holding a Christmas party this year due to poor trading performance. I was therefore insanely jealous of all the Christmas activity being planned.

'I wonder if you would do me the honour of coming to my Christmas bash.' Conrad asked.

'I'd love to!' I gush.

Predictably Conrad proposed something a little unusual. A themed fancy dress, held at his favourite club. The theme, fairy-tale characters causes a stir amongst his friends. They all immediately discussed who they were going as. Hansel and Gretel, A match seller, Rapunzel, Thumbelina, a frog.

I unlike the others had no idea what to go as. The excitement shattered when Conrad announced there was to be no duplicates. He didn't want fifty gingerbread men or fifty witches so he devised a plan to ensure he got his way. His close friend and very attractive pa, Kate typed up every fairy-tale character she knew and printed them on tiny strips of coloured paper. Blue for boys and pink for girls. Folded she placed them in two hats. We then all draw a character and to retain some surprise were not to tell anyone who we picked. Kate gleefully handed me a tiny folded piece of blue paper.

'I have no idea, what this is,' she says.

'Who are you?' I ask forgetting the Conrad party rule.

'Can't say,' she said with a smile as I opened my slip of paper with trepidation.

There neatly typed in black and white

Were the words "Little Red Riding Hood?"

I groan noisily thinking there must be a mistake.

Kate laughed. 'I don't think anyone is happy with their choice but you never are, are you?'

I agree but begin to regret accepting the party invite. The thought of wearing a skirt and showing my legs didn't appeal. I contemplate an excuse but Kate seems to read my mind. 'Conrad's absolutely delighted that you're coming,' she chimes. 'Look, if you have any difficulty in getting a costume I recommend this company.' She scribbled the web address of a fancy-dress store on the back of my hand.

I delay making a costume decision in the vain hope that Conrad may change his mind and hold a conventional party - no such luck.

With no alternative and little time I visited the site that Kate suggested. Sure enough they had a 'Little Miss Riding Hood' costume. It was obviously designed for a young sexy girl with a short dainty dress and a bright red hooded cloak. The attention to detail was incredible as I was able to order a long curly blonde wig, tights and a wicker basket for added authenticity.

It was as simple as buying my groceries on-line and without any of the expected embarrassment. A few days later the large box turned up at my flat. I thought it wise to have a dress rehearsal in case it didn't fit or they had sent the wrong one.

Everything looked perfect and to my surprise they had supplied even more than ordered. My box contained the dress and the fabled little riding hood of red velvet but also make-up, shoes, wig matching red silk panties and a bra with matching stockings and suspenders.

It probably wasn't necessary to wear everything but now that I had made the decision to go I was determined to look the part and impress Conrad. I made up my mind that if I looked really ridiculous I wouldn't go.

I drew my curtains and laid everything carefully on my bed. While I gazed down at all the feminine things I took the monumental decision to really go for it. The picture on the box showed a pretty young girl with soft skin, dramatic make-up with ruby red kiss-me lips. Her pert boobs positively overflowed from her costume and she held a pose that looked more prostitute than innocent young girl. That day something strange happened. Conrad and his themed party had awoken a passion deep within me that was as scary as the suave wolf also in the picture. Staring at the colour images I felt myself absorbed into the print as if looking at myself. I wanted to be her, to dress like her, to kiss like her, to fuck like her. Becoming increasingly aroused I took a hot bath and shaved myself all over. An hour later I step back into the bedroom with skin as soft and smooth and a cock like iron.

I felt an attraction to the dress so strong I don't think I could have refused to wear it even if i wanted too. My heart racing and hands trembling I slipped the padded bra on first, clipping it round my tummy, twisting it around my torso and slipping my hands through the shoulder straps. I performed the operation as if I'd done it many times before. It fitted. This is child's play I mused. Next, I stepped into the short red satin dress with its white built in Basque and sumptuous red bows. When I drew the whisper light fabric up my legs my cock began to quiver. I tried to ignore its throb but I couldn't hide how turned on I had become. Again it fitted. I wrapped the black corset round my waist and pulled in the red laces. It wasn't easy but I held my breath and pulled some more, transforming my waist into a classic hourglass. With sparkling eyes I glanced down at my womanly shape having never appreciated my narrow waist and long legs before. I tied the frilly apron round my waist and draped the short hooded cape over my shoulders and fastened it round the neck.

I felt like a princess but didn't want to peek at my reflection until I was done. So with no further-ado I sat on the bed and leg by leg rolled the white sheer stockings up my legs. The moment freshly shaved soft skin touched Lycra I melt like butter left in the sun. My heart began to pound and my cock throb and swell as if on Viagra. I could hardly contain myself as I hold my skirt aloft and wrapped the suspender belt round my waist and clipped the straps onto my stockings. The soft tug of the dainty ribbon caused my cock to dribble and I dropped too my knees and grasped it hungrily. Like many, I regularly toss myself off during the sparse girlfriend moments such as these but this time it was different. It was different for two reasons; one I just had to wrap my hot fingers round my tool and I began to prematurely eject all over the carpet. And furthermore as I did so I filled my head with a series of incredible visions. Not bare naked ladies from some soft porn magazine as per normal but of a man with a huge cock making love to a beautiful women in a striking red dress with a hooded red velvet cloak and quite clearly that girl was me. Rather than be repulsed I loved the dream and the visions stayed with me as I pumped myself dry imagining coming with a thick cock inside me.

Mildly mystified I cleaned myself up expecting to be off put by my reaction but instead I wanted more. Keen to improve my transformation I stepped into the net petticoat and drew it up my legs the stiff netting tickling my smooth legs as I positioned it carefully under my filmy skirt. It cast a magical effect upon me and caused my skirt to stick horizontally outward magnifying my hourglass figure. Amazed I shook my hips and watched the whole dress shimmy and sparkle in the light. I stepped into the super-sexy patent misty-red Mary Jane shoes, with pointy toes and adjustable straps. They too were a perfect fit and I struggle to balance forgetting I wasn't wearing any underwear. I giggle foolishly and pick the skimpy panties off my bed. I pause before stepping into them. Was I going too far? Did Conrad or Katie really expect this - Whatever - I didn't care. My outfit suited me so well I decided not to wear anything else. Everyone will know who I am I thought they will all call me 'Little Red Riding Hood.'

Then it happens for the second time. The soft silky caress of the panties are just too much and I ejaculate yet again but this time I soil my new fresh panties. I moan and squirm as my excitement soaks into the satin and lace. But unlike before as the damage is done I don't bother to clean myself up but drop the stunning wig over my head. It's heavy but the beautiful shoulder length curls with red ribbons and tiny pigtails frame my face like a picture. Immediately as the soft curls soften and transform my face I feel like sexy vamp, Marilyn Monroe not coy Miss Red Riding Hood.

You real girls know why but trussed up in my tiny dress, bra and panties with sexy stockings and my 'fuck-me' high heels I was compelled to dance so I did. I grabbed my ipod and pranced about the room dancing the best I could. As I spiralled across the room, my heels clicking on the wooden floor I danced like I'd never danced Before. It was then I first caught a glimpse of my reflection in my mirror. I was truly beautiful. I had to stop and stare to fully take in my transformation. I was beautiful. This was a classy outfit guaranteed to provide some festive frolics. I just couldn't take my eyes off myself as I practice routines as if a support dancer for the Spice Girls comeback tour. As I spin blissfully around the room I notice that the slightest movement sent my dress swaying skywards and saw for the first time why they supply matching red panties. I laugh aloud flicking my hips to best effect and conclude if really a girl I would be a dirty tart happy to flaunt my assets and drop my knickers to any big cocked man. In a kinky world of my own I must have shimmied for a good twenty minutes before I collapsed on the sofa exhausted. But still I maintained my decency and crossed my legs careful not to show any more panties despite my sluttish intentions.

All the excitement had taken its toll. I was tired and I soon feel asleep in my sexy Little Red Riding Hood outfit. That night, while slumbering, I had an amazing dream. I was born a glamourous girl and lived and worked in the most sumptuous dresses and sexy lingerie. I was a popular girl preferring to lie on my back or perch on my knees. I was a guys dream. I loved having my cute breasts caressed and sucked, my nipples played with and my skin stroked. I gave the best head ever. My bright red rosebud lips framed a hot sexy mouth and my tongue knew how to wash slavishly the dirtiest of cocks. I loved sex anywhere, anyhow I tried anything out.

I woke at eight o'clock not by my bedside alarm, but by the early morning traffic roaring past my lounge window. I jump up startled somehow knowing I was late. I stumble ungainly in my sexy high heels, almost laddering a precious stocking. I must have looked a picture. I would have laughed but late for work I was in a mad panic. I tore off my costume and hurriedly dressed grateful for not wearing make-up. I then did a daring thing. I couldn't part with all my feminine attire so I left my dirty panties on under my trousers. I had to wash them anyway but their constant silken caress on my crutch was a naughty reminder of my sexy outfit that waited for me at home.

That day I worked in a dream. The silk panties sending sparks of joy through me with every slight movement. I worked while walking as if on air. My outfit had ignited a strange desire in me that I wanted to explore. Every girl I met, I eyed differently. I studied what they had on and wondered what it was like to wear and then I wondered what panties they wore and how their boyfriends tore them off and fucked them. More alarmingly I imagined I was a girl and wanted to be fucked.



On the day of the party I asked the local beauty saloon if they could help. They booked me an appointment and at the end of the day I found myself telling a gorgeous tall blonde in a fresh white coat all about Conrad's strange themed fancy-dress party. I explained that I was to be Little Red Riding Hood and after a brief snigger I was stripped, waxed and moisturised. She plucked my eyebrows, stuck painted false nails on my fingers, waxed my legs and chest, trimmed my pupes (yes I know!) and made up my face into a radiant girl with the artful use of make-up.

An hour later I skipped back to my flat with a tiny bag of make-up and a pink lipsticked smile so wide you'd think my face would split. The other passengers on the bus gave me odd glances but I didn't care as tonight I was going to be a pretty girl and nobody was going to spoil it for me.

With only a few hours to spare I went straight home and excitedly slipped back into my dress and cloak careful not to smudge my new make-up.

At last I was ready. My heart pound like a bass drum and my manicured hands shook nervously as if going on a first date. My cock starts to swell and I was in danger of showing too much. So like the other night I let my panties fall crumbled to my ankles and sat on the edge of the sofa. I gazed dreamily at my cute reflection, my cock only just firm. I couldn't take any chances. Having wanked every day since becoming Little Red Riding Hood, sometimes morn, noon and night I felt sore as I gently pulled myself off careful not to mark my pretty new clothes.

It didn't take long and drained of masculine love juice I felt ready.

Just before I left and knowing Conrad's eye for detail I put a piece of cherry cake and a bottle of wine in my wicker basket for my sick grandmother just to adhere to the fairy-tale.

The party was in North London a short tube journey and a ten minute walk from my flat. I could have caught a cab but my make-up stopped traffic and my long slender legs turned heads. It wasn't everyday I dressed as a girl, looked this good and felt so confident. Proud of my transformation I wanted everyone to see. Besides it wasn't so hard, being so close too Christmas the streets were full of party revellers, many of whom were in fancy-dress too or with flashing Santa hats so I skipped merrily down the road almost unnoticed.

The party was heaving when I arrived and just as Kate had planned the floor was completely full of different fairy-tale characters. I felt nervous as i stepped inside. The walls where adorned with holly, ivy and tinsel, the ceiling was covered with Christmas decorations. There was a fuchsia shimmer curtain behind the decks, and a huge rotating / flashing disco ball just above the DJ. I could just make out a large Christmas tree far away on a stage covered in coloured bulbuls. Podium girls dressed as Miss Santa in tantalising short red dresses, black fishnets and fur topped black boots entertained the crowd.

'And you my gorgeous must be Little Red Ridding Hood?'

I puckered my lips and fluttered my long eyelids and showed the burly doorman my ticket as I swaggered cautiously inside. Immediately I saw a witch, a mermaid, a frog, a prince and even a princess. They were all bopping away in an array of Christmas headgear shouting along to the music. No question - I was in the right place. In a weird way, I felt as if the characters were real, living people. it was as if, for this night, the fairy-tale characters had come magically to life. Like me they too had become who they dressed as.

Some handsome guy wearing a woodcutters outfit carrying a plastic axe immediately approached and bought me a cocktail. A little spark of excitement shot through me. I thanked him for the drink as he chatted me up with a few cheesey lines. I giggled girlishly and tossed my hair flirtatiously. I mumble something about the night and he hung on my every word. Flattered? Yes, available? No. I wanted to play the field but it was a promising start. And why wasn't I looking at the beautiful women? The place had plenty of them. I just wasn't interested. Dressed as I was they where competition not prospects.

The electro music was loud and funky, the lights dim and everyone was either drinking or dancing passionately. Everyone looked half pissed, many where drenched in sweat and there was much canoodling and naked flesh. The atmosphere was electric. I just couldn't resist swaying to the music as I hung round the edge of the club admiring the good looking crowd. I look for Conrad or any of his friends but I soon found myself joining in with the strangers, swinging my hips like a true club dancer, prancing round my wicker basket and tossing my hair sexily just like the other night. at home I was a bitch on heat and I danced for sex my mind awash with the thought of cock. Until a few minutes ago, I'd been tempted to bolt from the club. but now, amazingly enough, my nervousness had gone.

I felt hot but the cool air-conditioned air wafting up my light skirts kept my cock neatly tucked away as I danced - but unlike the other night today I had an audience, a hundred pairs of eyes scanned me like a Xerox. Despite the competition of dazzling princesses and dramatic queens I was attracting loads of looks and received countless compliments. I became so immersed in my character I completely forgot who I really was and why shouldn't i? I looked incredible and felt the night was mine.Girls admired my dress and shoes whilst boys thought I moved with rhythm and my body was hot, blissfully unaware of my true identity. Did I tell them? Shit no. I revelled in the limelight, lapping up the compliments like a thirsty hound. If they wanted to get inside my knickers I wasn't going to stop them. It's not everyday a lion pinches your bottom, a frog catches a grope or Thumbalina flashes a seductive wink and holds hands to dance with pure sexual energy. We attract an eager crowd as Thumbalina and we dance, wrapping our limbs together and swinging our hips to the beat. Soon Conrad's attention is drawn to the commotion.

He's dressed as the big bad wolf in an incredible hairy wolfs costume with large paws, long swishy tail and snarling fang mask.

'You look amazing,' he gushes in a big voice as I spin before him my hands high in the air, shaking my big boobs.

'You too,' I say admiring his ears and muzzle.

'Yeah cool isn't? I used to be a wolf but I'm all right now...howl.'

We both laugh and he gives me an affectionate hug.

'What have you got in your basket?' he asks

'Cake and wine,' I say pleased that he had asked and hoped he too was impressed with my attention to detail.

'Yesterday was baking-day - its for my poor sick grandmother to have something good, to make her stronger.' I add remembering the tale.

He beams obviously impressed.

'Have you seen her tonight?'

'Who?' I shout struggling to make myself heard over the music.

'Your Grandmother,' he grins.

'No' I reply, 'not yet, I've not been here long.'

Conrad laughs. 'She is here somewhere. It's Kate don't you know.'

I look confused.

'Yes, our Kate's dressed as your sweet old Grandmother and looks incredible as you'd expect. By some quirky fate you, Kate and I are all from the same fairy-tale.' Again he grins and for added wolf realism he paws the air and bares his sharp fangs. 'You need to find her to give her your cake and wine...' he pauses as if waiting for me to catch up. 'To make her feel better.'

I smirk.

'Isn't that how the story goes?

I hadn't forgotten.

'Where do you think your grandmother is, little Red Riding Hood? He asked looking through the throbbing crowd.

I wasn't sure. 'Somewhere on the dance floor I guess,' I say really getting into my role. 'Centre of attention I bet, near the Christmas tree.'

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