Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood (Adult fairy tale erotica)

by Adams, Liz

  “The queen has a box?” another man asked.

  “Yes,” Alice said.

  “And Rabbit put his penis in Sarah’s box?”

  “Yes.”

  “And the queen has a box? A…pussy?”

  “Yes,” Alice said getting frustrated.

  “What’s that feel like?”

  The elder shouted, “No! No! No! Don’t use the word ‘like!’ It’s too dangerous. Instead use the word ‘imagine’.”

  Alice looked up to the pink sky to find the words. “Imagine,” she said, “your…thing inside a glove. A warm, moist glove.”

  She noticed all the men looking like they were trying to picture something. Their cocks in the queen’s pussy perhaps? Maybe. Because all of a sudden they stroked harder.

  “Please,” the elder said. “Continue.”

  “So Rabbit kissed her passionately. His tongue entwined with hers. And he shoved his thing deep inside Sarah’s pussy. He wrapped his arms around her and pushed his thing in and out of her.”

  The men were moaning now, breathing heavier and heavier. Rabbit had both hands on his cock, stroking to her every word. Alice wiggled her fingers deeper inside of her as quietly as she could, her thumb stimulating the nub between her folds. She had to at least glance! Her eyes stole frequent glances at Rabbit’s hand-to-cock jerks.

  “ ‘Hurry, Rabbit,’ Sarah said. ‘I hear the others coming. I want to feel you shoot inside me.’ ‘Not until you have an orgasm first,’ Rabbit said. (glance) And he kept on shoving his thing (glance) in and out of her pussy (glance) until she screamed with an orgasm running through her entire body. (glance) And then Rabbit let loose (glance), squirting stream after stream inside her pussy (glance) until he felt like he had died and gone to heaven!”

  A man cried out, stood, and pointed his cock to the sandy floor, and Alice saw ropes of white seed shoot from his cock into the sand. Then the man fell to the ground.

  All the other men stopped with horrified looks on their faces.

  What was wrong? What happened?

  “ ‘Like he had died and gone to heaven’?!” Rabbit asked with anger in his voice.

  One of them felt the man’s pulse and just shook his head sadly. They all looked at Alice.

  Rabbit shouted at her, “Why would you do that?!”

  They all yelled at her. “Go away!” and “Leave us alone!” and “Get out of here!” and “I’m certain it’s a writing implement!”

  Alice quickly got up and left for the woods. Even in her haste, she noticed the dead man had a smile on his face.

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  Excerpt from

  Goldie’s Locks and the Three Men

  Goldie batted her eyes at him and played coy all the way up the elevator and down the hall to his hotel room. In his room, Gary emptied his pockets of chips and placed them in the room’s safe.

  “Aw, what’s a matter, Gary. You don’t trust me?” She placed her red, satin clutch purse on the counter.

  He typed in a personal lock code Goldie couldn’t see. “Nothing against you, Baby. But right now I can’t afford to trust anyone.”

  When he stood back up, Goldie grabbed his belt buckle and unthreaded the leather strap. “Let’s get you out of these.”

  He scowled. “Don’t you want to tell me your prices first?”

  Oops. This wasn’t the first time her mark thought she was a hooker. The easiest way to dispose of any suspicion in these instances was to follow through with their assumption.

  “Thanks for the reminder, Ace. I got so hot at the prospect of riding a man as sexy as you, that I forgot about my rates.” She slid her hands down her sides to play the part. “I normally charge five hundred dollars for a house call, but for you,” she ran her hands over her breasts, “I’d love to do you for four.”

  He whistled. “I’ve never spent that much on an extravagance, but seeing how tonight has been so good to me, four hundred it is.” He punched his code to the safe, opened it, and extracted four black chips before locking it up again. Goldie still didn’t catch the code. She took the chips from his hand. “Thanks.” She placed the chips on the counter and reached the back of her dress to undo her zipper.

  “Wait a sec.” He touched her arm. “For four hundred dollars, I want to enjoy this.” Crouching in front of the mini-bar, he snapped the beaded plastic tie seal and tugged the fridge door open. “I’ve never used a mini-bar, either. Tonight I’m going to break all my rules.”

  Break all the rules. God, how those words excited her.

  He stood up and whipped off his tie. Her heart pumped with relentless abandon. Was he going to tie her? She hoped so.

  “Go ahead.” He pointed to the mini-bar. “Take anything you like. I promise not to look.”

  Shit. Did he know she was a thief?

  He gestured to the mini-bar again. “When you’re done with your drink, I’ll guess what you had. If I guess correctly, I get to make you more comfortable.”

  She let out a breath. He didn’t know she was a thief, he only wanted to play a game. Though it wasn’t clear what he meant by making her more comfortable, this sounded like a great game. “And if you guess wrong?”

  “I’ll give you one of my famous massages.” He winked at her.

  She eyed his wide hands. How could she lose? “Alright, then. Don’t look.”

  He turned his back. For a moment, she planned to end the charade. With his back to her, she could grab a few of his ties from the closet, jump him, and tie him up. There would be a few seconds of him yelling, but when is yelling in a Vegas hotel room suspicious? She could gag him with a balled up sock, get his chips and leave. She’d be long gone before he could call the authorities.

  But he had to say the magic words. Break all the rules. Why did that sound so appealing? He even had some mysterious game up his sleeve. It could be innocent, it could be dangerous. Why did she hope it would be dangerous?

  She smiled and dipped beside the mini-bar and examined her choices. Inside chilled the cutest selection of miniaturized bottles with all different shapes and shades of intoxication.

  She checked behind her. Was he true to his word? Yep, he wasn’t peeking. She chose the Johnnie Walker Red Label whiskey, twisted off the cap, and gulped a nice bullet. The liquid heat fired down her throat and made her head a bit dizzy. She closed the bottle and returned it to the mini-bar before shutting the fridge door.

  “Done.” She stood up. “What do you think I dr—”

  He spun and thrust his lips against hers. The surprise kiss shook her to her core, spurning on a fire that reached all the other parts of her body the whiskey missed. His delicious tongue snuck inside her lips. He tasted sweet. Having his body pressed hard against her brought on a stream of comfort she wasn’t used to. Was this what he meant by making her feel more comfortable? By the sensation at her thigh, his torso wasn’t the only thing pressed hard against her.

  When he broke the kiss, he whispered, “Whiskey.”

  Damn! No, wait, losing wasn’t a bad thing in this game, was it? Answering that question was too difficult. After a kiss like that, she had to put all her concentration into standing upright. “You win.”

  What was it he won? Oh, yeah. He gets to make me more comfortable.

  “Lie on the bed.”

  She saluted. “Yes, sir!” She could do that. Lying was her specialty. She hopped her butt onto the bed and scooted to lay her head atop a pillow.

  “Let’s start with your shoes.” He carefully unbuckled the straps of her pumps and slipped them off. She wiggled her toes at the open air, enjoying the release.

  He climbed above her, placing a knee on either side of her waist. It was so sexy to
have a man dressed in a white dress shirt and suit pants on top of her. It made her feel prized, so different from the way others had treated her. But she knew feeling prized was just an illusion. He wanted her body, plain and simple. Finding prince charming was just a fairy tale. He reached for the band at her ponytail but she pulled her head away.

  He scowled. “I’m just helping you let your hair down.”

  Goldie gulped. “I can’t. Anything else is fine. Just not that, okay?”

  He shrugged. She let out a sigh of relief when he wrapped his arms around her. Good. He wasn’t offended. She anticipated another kiss but instead, he unzipped her dress and unclasped her bra. Her body celebrated the freedom from her bra’s restraint.

  He smiled. “Better?”

  “Much.”

  “Now to make your bra disappear.” Gliding his fingertips up along her arms, he crept under her sleeves and tugged down at her shoulder straps. She made his task easier for him and pulled her elbows out of the straps. Once the straps slipped back through her sleeves, he tucked a hand down the front of her dress and removed her bra creating brief, not all-too-unpleasant friction against her nipples.

  He threw the bra over his shoulder. It fell to the floor. “Presto.”

  “You’re quite the magician.”

  “You ain’t seen nothing, yet.” He moved down to her feet and stole his hands underneath her dress. His hands were warm as they made their journey up her thighs.

  Helping him out, she raised her hips as he tugged down her panties. She realized he was one of those guys that liked clothed sex and wanted her to keep her dress on. That was okay with her, though she preferred the feel of skin against skin.

  “Abracadabra.” He tossed her thin, red garment over his shoulder.

  “I’ve always wanted to be the magician’s assistant.”

  “And such a beautiful assistant you are.” He slid his hands up to her waist. She felt him press his rod against her leg the whole way.

  “Is there anything of yours you’re going to make disappear inside me?”

  “As much as I want to, I have to play fair.” He took out a coin from his pocket. “Heads you give me head, tails I sit on your tail and give you a back rub.”

  He flipped the coin. She watched the coin spin in the air. On the one hand, getting him to come would finish him off quickly and she could get back to the task of snagging his winnings, but on the other hand, that back rub sounded too seductive to pass up. She’d been working hard casing the casinos this last week for a one-way ticket to Chicago. All that work wound her muscles tight. She could take the time to untie those knots.

  He clapped the coin to the back of his hand and checked to see who won. “Tails.”

  “Yes!” she cheered.

  He smirked at her and climbed off of her. “Turn over.”

  She spun onto her stomach. He sat down on her butt. Those smooth hands now found their way under her unzipped dress and caressed her shoulders. The caresses became gentle squeezes. Mmm. He was indeed good at giving massages. But then, was there even such a thing as a bad massage?

  His fingertips etched circular designs of release down her spine. She moaned. His hands felt so good. The plan of stealing from him brought a drop of guilt down her throat, but didn’t last. She knew that like other guys, he’d just blow it all the next day at cards. Whether he lost his money to the tables or to her, the result for him would be the same. For her, the result would be vastly different. The buzz she got after a job, that buzz of feeling in control and independent, it was the best part of living the way she did. She was no longer the helpless, poor girl she was when she was growing up. She was no longer associated with the mud-crusted homeless people on the streets. By taking what she wanted, without anyone getting in her way, she took control of her life and the way she wanted to live it.

  His hands weaved their wonders back up to her shoulders and he ground his crotch along the valley at her hips. Pretty soon, Goldie knew, all the blood from his head would be rushing to other places and he would be too distracted to focus on giving her a great back rub. Sure enough, she heard him unzipping his pants and he raised the hem of her dress. While one of his hands remained tacked to her shoulder, his other dipped down her cleft and found her folds.

  At first, his fingers were clumsy and a fingernail pinched her. She opened her legs a bit to help his blind fingers feel their way. That did it. She felt him rub her in spots that stirred sensations deliciously unlike a back rub. Arousal, not relaxation. Her wetness could attest to that. She writhed on his hand, ready for him.

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  Excerpt from the short story

  Hansel & Gretel and the

  Sexual Hunter

  Marissa was on her knees and elbows with a cherry-flavored lollipop in her mouth. She looked through the scope at the building across the street, enjoying the view of Hansel lathering his cock. Watching his hand pump himself, his biceps flexing, his head tilted back, it was enough to make her wetter than the tongue feasting between her thighs.

  “Lick deeper,” she said, her mouth full of lollipop. The sweet, cherry-flavored juices coated her tongue and she swallowed.

  She felt the man’s hands open her cheeks further apart, her pussy exposed to the air, and his tongue sunk deeper inside her.

  She checked the scope again. Lucky for her, Hansel had left the door to the bathroom open. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to see his jacking action. But since the door and curtains were open, she could see right into his fourth floor bedroom and through the bedroom, into the bathroom. Also lucky was that the shower doors were clear, not pixilated. True, the steam from the shower wasn’t helping visibility, but the steam mostly fogged up the top of the shower doors. She had the ability to see clearly from his shoulders down. What she wouldn’t give to see the expression on his face.

  Behind her, she felt the man’s tongue slip across her folds and swirl around her entrance with strong circles. The sensation of all her nerves firing washed throughout her body. She pushed back against his mouth. He alternated between flicking his tongue against her clit and sucking it. If every part of her body could have sex on their own, they certainly felt like they were doing it now.

  Hansel’s hand was pumping faster. He doubled over, bending his torso. Perhaps he was getting close.

  “Stick your cock in me,” she said.

  For a brief moment, she felt the chill of being left alone. Behind her, she heard the sound of a condom being opened.

  Looking through the scope, she admired Hansel’s bulky chest, his abs rippling and clenching as his thick bicep worked hard.

  Behind her, a lubricated latex-covered dick pushed inside. It didn’t feel much different than using a warm dildo. He entered her with a slow shove.

  Hansel looked like he was on the verge of climax. She wanted to be there with him, feel that climax with him, shudder from orgasm with him. Hell, she wanted to swallow him and make sure no drop was wasted.

  Damn.

  His fiancée was lucky.

  Well, not exactly lucky, but at least Gretel got the experience of knowing what it was like to get stuffed by someone who loved you.

  In the scope, Hansel’s free hand now rested on the shower wall. It was going to be now, wasn’t it? He was going to come.

  “Faster,” she said.

  The man behind her thrust his shaft in and out of her. She reached under herself and rubbed, waving her hand furiously as if she could wave her loneliness goodbye. She was close. She swallowed more of the lollipop’s cherry-flavored juice, pretending it was Hansel down her throat.

  Across the street, through the bedroom, through the bathroom, and into the shower, all close up as though she could give him a hand job herself, she saw proof of Hansel’s highest pleasure spurt and hit the shower wall. His hand white from l
ather, his cock white from lather, but who knew how much of that was mixed with the cum dripping from his cock?

  Marissa screamed and felt the pounding of the man’s long dick as he grabbed her hips with every thrust. She bit down on the lollipop, cracking it to pieces inside her mouth. Her pussy spasmed and tightened around that prick pushing deep within her. What if it were Hansel inside her? What if she could be his fiancée and this cock was him wanting her, loving her, giving to her? The climax lasted longer, rumbling across her body, filling her every limb with sensations she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

  And then the last of the waves crashed along her shore. She caught her breath from the exertion. The guy behind her stopped his thrusts, pulled out, and she heard the snap of his condom come off. As far as she knew he was still hard. He didn’t come yet. Probably saving his stamina for another client. Didn’t matter. She got what she had paid for, though she doubted she would have gotten there so quickly had it not been for Hansel.

  “The money’s in the top left drawer,” she said.

  Through the scope she saw Hansel drying his hair with a towel. His body was wet, his cock hung freely, tired from the workout. She looked lovingly at his bulging muscles as they worked to dry his blond hair, his firm chest, his ribbed abs, his muscle-popping thighs. When he turned away, she noticed the perfect V-shape silhouette of his torso. And, oh, he just clenched his butt cheeks in the most delightful way. What an amazing specimen of a man.

  It was a shame she would have to kill him.

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  Short story Hansel & Gretel and the Sexual Hunter (Adult Fairy Tale Erotica) is available on Amazon:

  http://www.amazon.com/Hansel-Gretel-Sexual-Erotica-ebook/dp/B00B55X056/