Victoria Manley - Her Next Victim and Other Stories

Her pink pussy lips parted as I entered her wetness with my long, dark finger, and I felt her wiggling and opening to my caress.

"Like that?” I asked her.

"More,” she pleaded, “two fingers."

I shoved another digit in and she groaned in compliance. The harder I thrust, the louder she moaned, and it was apparent that she was about to come. I decided to help her out.

As my right hand was busy inducing her orgasm, I slid the middle finger of my left hand between the cheeks of her bottom and entered her ass with the tip of it. Her reaction was immediate and I began to feel her pussy convulsing on my hand.

"Ohhhh!!! Yeeessss!!! Fuuuccckkk mmmmeeeeee!!!” she screamed.

She moaned loud and long as the climax overtook her body, and it was only when I could feel her settling back down that I took my fingers out of her.

She rested over my lap for a moment, and then began to sit up. I smiled as I saw that her hair was disheveled and her cheeks were pink. Now they matched the cheeks of her bottom.

"I've never come that hard in my life,” she breathed, then grinned and straddle my lap to look down at me, “What time does your shift end?"

I smiled, cupped her ass in my hands, and squeezed affectionately.

"In about an hour."

"Could I tempt you into a homemade meal at my place tonight?” she asked.

"And what's for dinner?” I chuckled.

She giggled and wiggled her pussy on my erection.

"Dark meat."

Good evening, folks. My name is Thomas … Thomas Albert Wolf to be exact, no relation to the famous writer. I'm the wolf you read about in the story of Little Red Riding Hood when you were a child. Well, I'm here to tell the real story of what happened, the honest to goodness truth, and trust me, folks, it isn't pretty.

You see, “Red", or Little Red Riding Hood as you know her, was just a cheap, slutty golddigger. She didn't come through the forest on her way to her Grandma's house. Oh no, dear friends. She was out peddling her goods, and I don't mean handmade pot holders. They say in the story that she was carrying food in the picnic basket through the woods to her sick Grandma. Well, there was no food in that basket, unless it was edible panties. It was mostly dildoes, butt plugs, and bondage implements. Yes sir, Red was out that day to snag herself a man.

I met Red when I was on my way home from giving blood at the local hospital. I was a bit dazed and weak after my donation, so the nurse had given me a sedative to help me get some rest.

As I walked through the forest towards my home, I saw this woman-child leaning up against a tree. She was wearing a short red skirt, with high-heeled sandals, and a midriff-showing red hooded sweater, and definitely looked out of place in the forest. I thought she might be lost, so in my dazzled state, I asked her if I could help her. She smiled. Her smile was breathtaking.

"Hello, wolfie,” she said, “want to have a little fun tonight?"

"Well, I'm not feeling very well,” I admitted, “I just thought you were lost."

"Oh no,” she replied, “you're not feeling well? Maybe I could help you feel better."

I could see little ringlets of auburn hair coming out from under the hooded sweater and over her shoulders.

"Are you a nurse?” I asked.

She put her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and lowered it just a little so that I could see her belly button. There, pierced into her pale skin, was a small beet-colored cross.

"See? Red Cross. You've heard of them, haven't you?"

"Yes, they do good work."

She giggled.

"Well, I guess you could call me their traveling aide."

The sedative was starting to take effect and I was getting a bit woozy.

"That's very nice of you, Miss … uh … Miss…"

"Just call me Red,” she replied.

"Nice to meet you, Red,” I told her, “I'm Thomas."

"Thomas Wolf. Nice name."

"No relation to the writer,” I inserted.

She looked puzzled.

"What writer?” she asked.

I smiled and just shook my head. The man must have had twenty books in print and she had never heard of him.

"Never mind."

Her face cleared and she smiled again.

"So? Would you like for me to help you get home?"

I thought about it, but didn't want to start any talk in the forest. You know how rumors get started.

"That's very kind of you,” I told her, “but I wouldn't want to be a burden."

"No burden,” she said, “I was just hanging out here by the tree, nothing to do. I may even have something in my basket that would make you feel better."

I glanced down at the basket at her feet. My hope was that she had some hot homemade chicken noodle soup in there.

"Well, thank you, Red,” I accepted, “that would be very kind of you. I just live around this bend in the brick house."

"Brick house? I thought wolves lived in caves and logs and stuff like that."

"Well, I did until this kind little pig and his two brothers sold the house to me so they could buy a condo in Florida."

"That wouldn't be the Three Little Pigs, would it?"

"Yes. Have you heard of them?"

"Yeah, that middle brother, Peter, got some and didn't pay for it."

I was feeling lightheaded.

"Got some?"

She giggled.

"Never mind."

She put her arm around my waist and began walking with me towards my house.

"Come on, honey,” she said sweetly, “let Little Red Riding Hood take good care of you."

I smiled at her.

"You are so very kind."

* * * *

As she tucked me into my bed, she pulled the covers up close to my face, and as she leaned over, I couldn't help but notice her ample breasts straining against the material. She caught me looking and smiled.

"Like them?” she asked.

"I … I'm so embarrassed,” I stuttered, “they were right in my face and I couldn't help…"

She stopped me.

"Maybe you'd like to see them close up."

She unbuttoned the sweater and pulled it open. Her perfectly formed, perfectly sized bosom fell out in front of my eyes. Her large nipples were as pink as the carnations we had passed on our walk down the forest path and they stuck out like brand new pencil erasers.

"Red…” I began.

"Shhh … suck,” she whispered.

I took a deep breath.

"Please leave."

Her eyes widened.

"What?"

I took another deep breath.

"Please leave."

Her eyes became moist.

"Leave?"

"Please,” I continued weakly, “I could not take advantage, and I'm really not feeling well."

She leaned down into my face and sneered.

"You haven't begun to feel bad."

The drugs took over at that moment and I blacked out.

* * * *

It was several hours later when I woke up. Upon opening my weary eyes, I saw a person's form rummaging through my dresser. It took me a few blinks of my eyes to finally realize that it was Red. I cleared my throat of the grogginess and cobwebs, and attempted to speak.

"What are you doing?” I asked.

She turned to face me and smiled.

"Looking for money, jewels, you know, something of value,” she confessed.

I thought her confession of pilfering through my private quarters was a bit brazen, given the fact that I was a six-foot wolf and she was a five-foot human, but I quickly realized why she had such a calm exterior. As I began to rise from the bed, I found that I was shackled to the bedposts by handcuffs.

"What are you doing?!” I shouted, now quite in control of my senses, “Why am I cuffed to the bed?!"

"Now, wolfie,” she cooed, “how would I be able to steal from you if you were running around loose? Just relax. I'll be finished soon."

"You harlot!” I yelled at her. “How dare you come into my home, posing as this Good Samaritan, and then steal my belongings from me!"