Little Red Riding Whore

Little Red Riding Whore – Part One

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Fifteen-year-old Joely Baker kneels on the wet asphalt of a dead-end alley off the downtown street nicknamed the "Chicken Strip". Her soft red lips are wrapped around the swollen cock of Harry, the beat cop. The middle-aged policeman looks down at the young girl and sucks in his beer gut so he can see into the large blue eyes of this teenaged whore. She looks up at him as if to ask if she's doing it correctly. She has her back to the entrance of the alley. Directly behind her is a rusty green dumpster which shields her from the curious eyes of any passer-by. Harry the cop can see over the top edge of the large container. He glares at a meek looking man who is being led into the alley by a slender black teenager. The man takes one look at the cop, not realizing that the policeman is getting a blowjob, and turns around, leaving the little whore alone. The girl, who can't be older than thirteen or fourteen, angrily walks towards the fat cop. "Dammit Harry. How'm I supposed to make some money if you're gonna scare away all my johns?" Then she notices Joely on her knees with a mouthful of Harry's cock. She erupts with laughter. "Oh, sorry," she says. "I didn't realize that Red was playin' your flute. Don't forget to swallow the the music, girl." The cheeky black tart turns on her heel and saunters back to the Chicken Strip. She flips up the back of her miniskirt, flashing her naked ass as she leaves.

The five-block long Chicken Strip is part of Harry the Cop's regular beat. Men from all over the state come here to find young cunt. Harry collects a fee from the girls or their pimps that he shares with the desk sergeant and the precinct captain. Along with money, he helps himself to the odd blowjob. For variety, he'll fuck a little slut up against the side of a dumpster. Joely is one of his favorites. She's been peddling her pussy for the past two years. She's usually here from Wednesday through Saturday, arriving on weekdays around 10:00 PM, after finishing homework. Her father turned her out on her thirteenth birthday. Officer Harry remembers the day very well because Joely's old man asked him to keep an eye on her. To encourage the policeman's co-operation, he slipped him a fifty and had his daughter drop to her knees and lick his cock like it was a big pink ice cream cone – something she's continued to do at least once a week. The policeman looks to his left at a large cracked mirror that is propped up against a wall of the alley. He enjoys looking at the image of the young girl as she deep throats his dick. This evening she is wearing white cotton knee socks and white Nikes, as well as an extremely short red plaid miniskirt and a thin white "My Kitty" T-shirt. The shirt has been torn in strategic places. One of the teen's crinkly berry-like red nipples peaks through a rip in the fabric. No matter what outfit she wears, Joely always tops it with a red beret. Hence her street moniker, "Red" – short for Little Red Riding Whore. Harry can feel his balls beginning to tingle as the teen expertly swirls her tongue around the head of his cock. He grunts and floods her mouth with hot spunk. When he finishes cumming he pulls his prick from her mouth. Joely stands up, smiling. She looks up at the large policeman and opens her mouth. She is wearing braces on her teeth and some of the creamy spunk clings to the silver wires. The cop is pleased to see a large pearly dollop of cum resting in the center of her tongue. The girl shuts her mouth and appears to swallow. Then, with a glint in her eye, she parts her lips slightly, allowing a thin ribbon of cock paste to drool out of the left corner of her mouth. It drips off her chin and lands squarely on her exposed nipple.

"Bulls eye," she says soflty.

Joely looks young for her age. She is slender with small hard breasts and a high firm bum. She is barely five feet tall. Her father discourages her from wearing too much makeup so as not to spoil her fresh good looks. This evening she has done her blond hair in two long braids.

She looks at Harry with mock irritation as he slips his deflated cock back into his trousers. "You had brussel sprouts for lunch, didn't you," she says accusingly.

Harry is mildly surprised. "Yah," he says. "How can ya tell?"

"Brussel sprouts and asparagus makes a guy's spunk taste yucky."

The policeman laughs and asks if there is any food that makes sperm taste better.

"Don't think so," says Joely with a smirk.

"Well, never mind. You gotta to eat your vegetables one way or the other."

The cop and the teenaged whore walk together out of the alley. Harry is surprised to see Joely's father's large black Cadillac pulled up to the curb.

"What's your daddy doing here so early?" he asks. "It's only ten-thirty."

"Daddy's picking me up cause we have an appointment," says the girl. "In fact, I only came down here to give you a farewell blowjob."

Harry the Cop looks down at the girl. "Farewell blowjob?" he repeats. "Are you going somewhere?"

"Yes!" replies the little whore with the kind of excitement that can only be manifested by a teenaged girl. "Daddy's arranged an audition for me at 'Grandma's'," she says proudly.

The policeman is impressed. Grandma's is the most expensive bordello in the state. Of course a woman called "Grandma" runs it. Last year, the boys in the precinct took up a collection so that Harry could take young Carl Johnson, a fellow cop who was about to get married, to Grandma's for a night of debauchery before his wedding. A few weeks before, Johnson saved his partner from being shot during a traffic bust that went wrong, so all his colleagues saw him as a hero. Even with the professional discount extended to members of law enforcement, the prices at Grandma's were very high. One hour with one of the regular hostesses cost $1,200. If you wanted to be entertained by one of the "special" hostesses, the price was even higher. The young man who they sent there was marrying a woman who was ten years older than himself so the boys thought it fitting that he be serviced by a girl who was ten years younger than he was. So his friends paid $1,800 for a fourteen year-old hostess. The groom didn't know it, but Grandma let Harry watch what was going on from the next room through a two-way mirror.

Harry smiles as he remembers seeing a beautiful raven-haired teenager enter the room where his friend sat behind a large wooden desk. The room was one of the theme rooms for which the whorehouse was famous. It was set up to look like a grade eight classroom. The girl, who was named Tracy, was dressed as today's typical glam-slut teenager. She was wearing tight blue jeans and simple white tennis shoes. The waistband of her jeans hung low on her hips, exposing the bright red waistband of her thong underwear. Her jeans hugged her pert ass so tightly that they looked spray-painted on. She wore a short form-fitting pink tee shirt with the word "Bone Me" written out in red sequins across her chest. Her sharp little nipples poked provocatively into the thin fabric. The bottom hem of the shirt stopped only an inch below her tits. She had a gold belly-button ring inserted through the flesh of her navel. A fine gold chain was attached to that ring. The chain hung down and disappeared into the waistband of her thong and jeans. She wore inexpensive silver rings on four fingers of each hand. Tracy held several sheets of lined paper. She stood in front of Johnson and said mournfully, "Mr Johnson, you gave me an 'F' on my essay. If I don't get a higher mark, I'll be thrown off the cheerleader squad. You got no idea how many times I had to eat old Ms Choudri's disgusting pussy before she agreed to put me on the team. Please, sir, what can I do to raise my grade?"

Officer Johnson quickly got into the role-playing. "Well, Tracy," he said. "I can't remember the specific topic of your essay."

"You asked me to write a two thousand word composition on the why cocksucking should be an Olympic event."

"Oh yes, I remember now." Officer Johnson suppressed a smile. "Well your argument failed to convince me that sucking dick qualifies as a sport. What do you suggest we do to give you a better mark?"

"Oh Sir!" she pleaded. "I'll do anything you want."

"You can start by showing me your titties."

With a smile, Tracy arched her back and pealed off her tee shirt. Her breasts were small but shapely. Perfect white mounds of flesh topped with hard pink nipples. Johnson, still sitting on the wooden chair, straightened and spread his legs. The fourteen year-old tart walked between them until her chest was inches from his face. He leaned forward and captured her left nipple between his lips. He sucked the fleshy bud into his mouth. Tracy put her hands on his shoulders for support and threw her head back in ecstasy. Johnson sucked more and more of her breast into his mouth. He began slobbering over her tits while he unsnapped her jeans and pulled them over her round hips. She stepped back pulling her nipple from his lips with a loud pop.

Her breasts glistened with Johnson's saliva. "Did that raise my grade?" she asked slyly.

"You went from an 'F' to a 'D'," Johnson responded.

Tracy gracefully sat on the floor and removed her shoes and socks and then kicked off the jeans that had been bunched around her ankles. Looking up at him she asked what she can do to get an even better mark.

"Crawl over here," the young cop ordered.

Wearing only her satin thong, Tracy crawled on her hands and knees towards him. When she got to him he told her to stand up. She did and he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her thong. He pulled it over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of it. He admired her pussy, which was completely hairless. Peaking out of the puffy lips of her cunt was a well-developed clitoris. He could see now that the thin chain attached to her bellybutton ring was fastened to a similar ring that had been pushed through the soft flesh of her right cunt lip.

The young man raised Tracy's thong to his face and sniffed the crotch.

Harry smiled, wondering what the boys back in the precinct would think if they saw Officer Johnson smelling the teenaged girl's underwear.

Tracy took the thong from her "teacher" and dropped it on the floor. She the pulled him gently to his feet. She kneeled to remove his shoes and socks. She then unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers and underpants in one motion. She laughed when his erect cock sprang up and almost hit her in the nose. She reached down to pick up his white jockey shorts. He blushed when she held them up to him. His excited cock had leaked pre-cum, creating a large wet spot in the crotch of his briefs. With a wicked smile the girl held the shorts to her lips and sucked the wet fabric into her mouth. After a minute or two she pulled the cloth from her mouth and dropped the shorts.

"Do I deserve better than a "D" now, sir," Tracy asked with mock seriousness.

"Oh, yes," Johnson answered. "You're up to a "C+".

"If I come home with a "C+" my father will give me a spanking," she said despondently. "If I let you give me a spanking, will you raise my mark?"

"Oh yes," Johnson repeated and quickly sat down. Tracy draped herself across his lap, her hot naked pubis pressing against his cock.

"Just a minute, Sir," said the teenager. "I want to make sure I don't slip off." She reached beneath her pelvis and grasped the shaft of Johnson's hard cock. He gasped and almost came but her grip was tight enough to prevent him from spurting his seed onto the floor.

"My father usually gives me five whacks on each cheek," she said meekly.

Johnson looked down, admiring the perfection of the young girl's bum. Each cheek was an exquisite pillow of flawless soft flesh. He pressed his open hand onto the skin of her right buttock. When he removed it, the white impression of his palm and fingers remained on the pink mound for a few seconds before it faded away.

He raised his hand to shoulder height and brought it down on her right butt cheek with a resounding slap.

"Oh, Sir," she whimpered as he spanked her beautiful ass. "I'll make sure I try harder the next time I have to write an essay." As she spoke she spread her legs, revealing the puckered rosette of her asshole.

Showing remarkable self-control, Johnson stopped spanking Tracy after he had slapped her a tenth time. Her butt cheeks now glowed a bright pink. Still holding onto his cock, she slid off his lap and knelt on the floor between his legs. Tracy nuzzled the shaft against her cheek. She looked at him with large brown eyes and asked if her mark had improved.

"B," he gasped.

She smiled and began stroking his cock. She leaned forward and put the tip of her pink tongue into his piss hole. The young whore gripped the base of his cockshaft tightly and she sat back on her heels. She asked if he'd like her to do the "woodpecker". Not knowing what she meant, the adventurous cop just nodded his head. Tracy leaned forward again until her face was an inch or so above the end of his cock. Using her two fingers of her other hand she gently pulled down on the sides of Johnson's cock-head. This opened up his piss hole. A clear drop of pre-cum oozed out and rested on the tip of his glans. Tracy opened her lips and quickly pecked repeatedly at the sensitive hole with the tip of her tongue. Johnson moaned and began to writhe in his seat. Tracy, being the consummate professional, stopped just before he lost control. "Some people call it the 'woodpecker' after the bird," she said as she squeezed his hard cock. "I prefer to call it that because after I do it, a cock feels like a wooden pecker."

After allowing him a minute of so to calm down, she leaned forward and enveloped the head of his cock with her warm mouth. She swirled her tongue around and around. For the next twenty minutes, Harry watched an expert cocksucker at work. Using her tongue and lips and fingers, Tracy brought Johnson to the brink of exploding over and over. However, she knew just when to slow down enough to let him regain control. She ran her tongue along the shaft of his cock. She sucked his balls, gently taking each one into her mouth. On several occasions she swallowed the entire length of his dick until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Harry could see the girl's slender neck widen as she swallowed her "teacher's cock. As she slowly pulled her head back, she gently scraped the top and bottom of his cock shaft with her teeth. For the first fifteen minutes, Tracy swallowed his pre-cum. Then she maneuvered his cock so that it rested in the space between her tongue and the bottom of her mouth. As she swished the underside of her hot pink tongue from side to side over the top of his glans, his pre-cum filled her mouth. She leaned back letting his cock slip from her lips. She opened her mouth and Johnson watched a flood of his cock juice wash over her chin and onto her breasts. Rivulets of it flowed around her nipples and trickled down her belly to rest on her pussy lips like dew on the petals of a rose. She leaned forward and began sucking his cock again. This time she purposely did not swallow his cock slime but let it mix with her saliva and leak from her mouth. Each time she drew away from his cock, a string of clear sticky slime hung from her lips to the end of his shaft.

Johnson was experiencing the most acute case of "blue balls" he ever had. Pleasure and pain intermingled. His body was bathed in sweat as the fourteen-year-old worshiped his cock with her mouth.

Suddenly Tracy stood up. She straddled his lap and lowered herself until the tip of his prick nudged against the hot warm cleft of her pussy. She continued to drop onto his lap. Johnson felt his hard shaft pushing open the tight channel of her cunt. She had wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, preventing him from spurting into her. She rode his cock that way for five minutes. At one point she sat still with the length of his cock in her pussy. She winked at him and squeezed the individual muscles in the walls of her cunt. He gasped as he felt her cunt muscles squeeze his cock from its base up to its tip. After a minute, the talented little whore reversed the process and used her cunt muscles to squeeze him from the tip of his cock down to the base. He moaned. Before he came, she lifted herself up until his cock popped out of her pussy.

Still holding him she asked if her mark had improved.

"A," he panted.

"Oh goody," she said as she dropped to her knees once more. She took his cock into her mouth again and began sucking hard. After only a few seconds Johnson shouted. "A plus, dammit, A plus!!" and released a huge flood of sperm into his "student's" hungry mouth. For what seemed like a full minute, he sprawled back on his chair as his cock continued to spit its hot slime into her. Tracy's cheeks bulged but not a drop leaked out of her mouth. Finally, his deflated cock slipped from her lips. The teenager sat back on her heels and looked at Johnson with ingenuous wide eyes. When he had recovered enough to pay attention to her, she smiled and lifted her chin. She opened her mouth slightly and began blowing softly. Bubbles of his cock slime quickly formed on her lips. She kept blowing steadily and foamy sperm began to slide down her chin. It dripped onto her naked chest. To Harry's amazement the sight of the teenager playing with his cum made Johnson hard again. Tracy leaned forward until her mouth was over his cock. She parted her lips and a rivulet of sperm poured onto his cock and down its shaft. Tracy took his greasy cock into her mouth once again. In less than a minute her came again, shooting the very last drop of his juice onto her willing face.

As her exhaused "teacher" slumped on his chair, the teenager quickly got to her feet. She used her finger to wipe up the sperm on her cheek and then put the finger in her mouth, licking off the goo as if it were vanilla icing. She gathered up her clothes and gave her "teacher" a chaste girlish kiss on the forehead before she left the room.

Later when Harry drove him home, he joked that it was a good thing that Johnson had a week to recover before his wedding.

"You're right," agreed the worn out young cop. "I feel like I stuck my dick in an electric blender. I won't be able to get it up for at least five days. Hell, it'll probably be two days before I can walk normally again!"

That visit to Grandma's happened a year ago, but Harry the cop remembers every glorious detail.

When the fat cop and Joely get to the Cadillac, the little tart jumps onto the front seat beside her father. Harry leans into the open window on the driver's side. He smiles at Joely's dad and says, "I'm sure going to miss your little girl around here but I know that working at Grandma's is an opportunity that can't be ignored."

"I know," replies Mr Barker as he stroked his daughter's thigh. "It's a great honor and I know my little girl will make her mother and me very proud. I can see why you'll miss the greatest little cocksucker on the Chicken Strip but don't forget that Joely has a younger sister. She's only eleven and her mom and I are still training her but in a year or so you'll see her strutting her stuff down here on the Strip."

"Can't wait," says Harry as he straightens up.

With a wave and a smile, Mr Barker slowly pulls the large car away from the curb.

Grandma's is a large mansion located in an isolated estate surrounded by woods on the edge of the city. It will take about a half an hour to get there. Still fondling Joely's leg, Mr Barker asks if she's excited about the audition.

"Oh yes, Daddy!" She squirms closer to her father. She shivers as her father's hand rides up her thigh until it presses against her pussy.

"You know, Joely, this is a tremendous opportunity for you." Her father can feel his little girl press her left breast against his arm. "If you are accepted by Grandma you'll have it made. Grandma lets her girls keep any tips they might earn. I know of a couple of girls who worked for her until they were twenty and quit with enough money and the right connections so that they never have to work again. Are you nervous about the audition?"

"A little. Did you bring the toys?"

"Yeah. They're in that basket on the back seat."

Joely turns her head and sees a large wicker picnic basket resting on the soft leather of the rear seat.

Mr Barker is navigating the car through a run-down section of the city. He is heading to a ramp on the freeway. He's steering with his left hand because his right is now jammed into the soft, moist crevice of his daughter's pussy.

He's having difficulty concentrating because Joely has opened his fly and grasped his cock with her little hand. Suddenly a large white Hummer roars out of a cross street and turns in front of their car. Joely and her dad follow close behind when suddenly the SUV stops for a red light and Mr Barker, whose mind is on other things, slams into the back of it.

"Shit!" yells Barker. He looks at his daughter. She is frightened but unhurt. The collision was so minor that the air bags in the car didn't deploy. Joely's dad gets out of the car and meets the driver of the SUV – a black man in a long leather coat. The man angrily approaches Barker's Cadillac. "What the fuck. Can't you see a goddamned white Hummer when it's in front of you?"

"Sorry," says Barker sheepishly. "I was distracted for a moment." He realizes that he knows who this man is. He's the all-pro middle line backer for the town's NFL team.

Joely gets out of the car and walks to her father and the football player. "Hi Mr Wilmington", she says brightly.

The black man breaks into a big toothy smile. "Why Red. Is this here your Daddy?"

"Sure is," she replies and grabs her father's hand. "Daddy, Mr Wilmington here is one of my best customers."

Seeing Joely has improved Wilmington's mood. "It's a pleasure to meet the father of the best little street-whore in town." He shakes Barker's hand warmly. "You should be proud to know that all the boys on the team and I agree that your daughter is prime Grade A white fuckmeat."

"You're too kind," Barker replies with a father's pride.

As they inspect the damage, Joely's father apologizes for rear ending the man's vehicle. The footballer accepts this with equanimity. The SUV has merely got a dented rear bumper and Barker's Caddie has a pushed in grill. They agree that the police are not necessary and exchange license and insurance details. Mr Barker assures the man that he will cover the costs of repairs.

The black man gets back into his Navigator. Before he can drive off, Joely runs up to the passenger side of the Hummer and jumps in. "I'd like to make up for this little accident," she says sweetly as she reaches over and unzips his fly.

Barker returns to his Cadillac and starts the engine. It roars to life. He lets the car idle as he waits for his daughter to return. He thinks with a smile that his little girl is reminding the football player of the other meaning of the word "Hummer". After about ten minutes she jumps out of the large vehicle and hops into the Caddie. She looks at her father and says that they'd better get going or they'll be late. As he puts the car in gear he tells Joely to wipe the black man's sperm off her chin. He tells her to take a mint out of the glove compartment. He says she doesn't want her to show up at Grandma's with cum on her breath.

They drive along the street towards the freeway ramp. Mr Barker does not notice that a dial on the car's instrument panel is warning that the engine is beginning to overheat. After a mile or so on the highway, the dashboard lights up like a Christmas tree. Cursing his luck, Joely's dad pulls onto the shoulder. He uses the Onstar feature on the car to call for a tow truck. He is told that the truck will be there within the hour.

"Dad, we're gonna be late for sure," says his daughter mournfully.

"I know, Red. I'll try to get Grandma on the phone to see if it's alright if we arrive a little late." He contacts Grandma and learns that she is leaving the next morning for a business meeting in Scotland and will be away for two weeks. If he cannot bring Joely to her before midnight, she can forget about a job in her "house".

Dejected, he switches off the phone. He turns and tells Joely the bad news.

"Dammit Daddy!" she shouts. "This is an opportunity of a lifetime. You said so yourself, and now you fucked it up! I'll go to Grandma's by myself." She turns on her seat and retrieves the wicker basket. Joely then opens the door and gets out of the car.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna hitch a ride to Grandma's."

Mr Barker would abandon the car and go with his daughter but decides not to. For one thing, he knows that a sexy little teenager will have a better chance of hitching a ride if she is by herself. He also didn't want to leave the car unattended because he had a big bag of cocaine in the wheel-well of the trunk.

He watches his daughter walking by the side of the freeway, smiling prettily with her thumb out. She is still illuminated by the headlights of his car when a white van pulls off the road and stops. Written on the side of the truck are the words "Wolfe Drilling and Pipe Laying". Joely runs to it and hops in beside the driver.

The man behind the wheel is a large man with long greasy hair pulled back in a ponytail. He has a fox-like, sharp-featured face. The most remarkable characteristic is his pale blue eyes. Joely feels a frisson of fear as she looks into those cold, predatory orbs.

"Where ya goin on such a late hour, darlin'?" growls the driver.

"To my Grandma's"

"Funny thing," the driver continues. "I'm goin to Grandma's too. Where does your granny live?"

Joely gives him the address. "Why if that don't beat all," laughs the man behind the wheel. He takes a closer look at his passenger. "You're not Little Red Riding Whore, are you?"

Joely blushes and says yes. She doesn't like her nickname.

"You know, little girlie," says the driver. "I'm John Wolfe. Grandma's asked me to help judge your audition." Gazing at her slim but shapely legs he asks. "Are you as good as you look?"

"I'm better," says the little whore. "I'll bet I can make you cum before we get to Grandma's."

Mr Wolfe has exited the highway and is driving along the curving two-lane blacktop that led to Grandma's.

"Thank you my dear but I'm saving myself for your audition," he says.

"Why are you driving there in this van?" she asks.

"The damned Lexus wouldn't start, my wife took the Mercedes and my kid rode off in the Boxster," he says. "It's a good thing the kid drove one of the vans home from work."

Joely realizes that she has a golden opportunity to impress the man who will be instrumental in determining if she is accepted into one of the most exclusive whorehouse in the country. As she tries to think up a way to impress him that does not involve sucking his cock, she idly watches him shifting the gears of the van as it wends its way over hills and around curves. The stick shift rises from the floor between the driver and passenger seats. A knob that looks like an eightball tops the shaft. It is made of hard shiny plastic and only slightly smaller than a genuine billiard ball.

Her eyes light up with an idea. "Let me show you a trick my daddy taught me when he took me on Sunday drives in the country," she says. "Take your hand of the shift lever."

She puts the basket on her seat and turns to face the rear of the van. She is kneeling with one knee on the driver's seat and the other on the recently vacated passenger seat. She lifts the hem on the front of her skirt and tucks it onto the waistband, exposing her naked pussy. She maneuvers her body so that the top of the shift knob is kissed by the lips of her labia. With a smile she lowers herself. The opening of her cunt stretches to swallow the eightball. Half of it is inide her, when she grins and lowers herself further. The black and white knob disappears into her snatch. Mr Wolfe is astonished to see that a little girl can take such a large object into her cunt. Joely smiles at him and asks what gear he wants her to shift to. They have been driving along in fourth but are beginning to climb a hill. "Third," he says. With a sexy bump and grind of her hips, Joely downshifts.

For the next five minutes the little whore uses her pussy to shift gears of the van's transmission. Her breath becomes shallow as the knob in her pussy begins to turn her on. Cunt slime begins to drip from her snatch and flow along the stick shift.

"Oww!" Joely shouts as the man laughs. He told her to shift into fourth but purposely didn't depress the clutch pedal. "Dammit. I'm gonna have a bruise in my cunt," she says.

They get to Grandma's. Wolfe pulls into a small parking area and, with Joely's help, backs into a parking space. As he turns off the engine, the fifteen-year-old whore raises herself so that the shift knob pops out of her pussy. It's wet with her pussy juice.

As Little Red Riding Whore and Mr Wolfe get out of the van and head for Grandma's, the man thinks that this is going to be a night to remember.

------------ End of Part One