Little Red Riding Hood

“Cut!”

You’re jarred from your thoughts by the director’s yell.

“Good work there, Mia. What was up with you at the end though?” he asks Mother Goose (or Mia).

“I don’t know, Tom,” says Mia. On second thought, it’s a bit weird to think of her like that, so you’ll just refer to the actor as her character.

“Ok, well… Go take a break,” he says patting her on the shoulder. “We’ve already got your recordings for the next few scenes anyway. Everybody,” he yells to the crew, as Mother Goose walks off the set. “Get the Red Riding Hood set up so we can start filming.”

You wait to the side, sipping a cup of coffee procured from one of the crew, as you wait for the stage to be fitted for the filming of Little Red Riding Hood. When they’re finally ready, the camera is readied and the curtain is raised. On stage are some fake trees and bushes. A house and path are painted on the backdrop, in the ‘distance’.

“Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Little Red Riding Hood,” appears on a various screens, including one clearly visible to the actors onstage. If you remember correctly, the show would have Mother Goose narrating the story. You guess that the text is for the crew and actors' benefit, and that they’ll add the actual voice-over in post.

Right on cue, Little Red Riding Hood skips onto the stage, and waves at the camera. She’s a cute little thing; about 5 feet tall, slender with milky white skin and chin length brown hair. Under the iconic red hooded cape, she’s wearing a blouse, skirt and striped stockings. Her bust isn’t as impressive as Mother Goose’s, only a B cup, but small breasts have their charms too. She must have been scouted right out of high school.

“One day, Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother fell ill. Her mother sent Little Red Riding Hood to her grandmother’s house with a basket of goodies and a warning to stay on the path.”

Red picks up her basket from behind a bush and skips around the stage, humming merrily. You join her on stage, stretching a hand out to stop Red in her tracks. She keeps trying to move forward, dragging you along until you get a better hold of her. Once you’ve stopped her, you maneuver her so that she is kneeling in front of you. Opening her mouth, you shove your dick inside and push her mouth closed so that her lips are squeezed tight around your rod. Grabbing her head, you pump it back and forth until she gets the idea.

“As she was walking, Little Red Riding Hood saw some flowers to the side of the path. Seeing that they were quite pretty, she decided to pick them for her grandmother.”

You look around for the flowers that Red is supposed to pick. They’re on a bush too far for her to reach from her current position. You look down with interest to see how she will react. Red’s arms, until now hanging limp at her side, start reaching in the direction of the flower bush. When she realizes that she can’t reach anything, Red starts to mime putting flowers in her basket. Is this some part of your powers, or is it this actress’ “the show must go on” mentality?

“While she was picking flowers, the Big Bad Wolf found her and snuck up on her.”

A guy in an ill fitting wolf costume enters from stage right. He slinks around the stage before hiding (unconvincingly) behind a tree.

“Little Red Riding Hood looks super tasty,” says the Wolf in a stage whisper, “but there’s woodcutters around here who wouldn’t like it if I ate her.” He pauses to think, then with an exaggerated ‘Aha!’ gesture, he walks out from behind the tree.

“Hello, Little Red Riding Hood. What are you doing here today?” the Wolf asks, sidling up to you and Red. With her mouth full, Red mumbles something unintelligible, lips and tongue caressing your cock.

“Visiting your grandmother? How kind of you,” simpers the Wolf before turning to the camera. “Now I can get Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother for my supper,” he adds in an aside. “Just out of curiosity, where does dear old granny live?”

Red mumbles something else and points at the house on the painted backdrop. As the Wolf says his goodbyes and runs off, you grab Red’s head and move her faster along your shaft. Her eyes start to tear up as you facefuck her. You grunt with pleasure with each bob of her head.

Right as you cum, you pull Red close, until her lips are brushing your balls. You can feel the tip of your prick brushing against the back of her throat. Gagging on your entire length, Red only just manages to swallow enough of your cum to avoid ****. When you finally release her, she falls over, coughing up gobs of spunk. At first, you think that you might have been a bit too rough on her, but after some gasping, she get’s up and staggers off stage.

The curtains fall and the crew swarm the stage, taking it apart to film the next scene.