tagNonConsent/ReluctanceMy Red-Headed Slut

My Red-Headed Slut

byslyc_willie©

(Author's Note: As a writer, I have always thought it necessary to explore one's darker side. While the following story is not as cruel and dark as it could be, it is still an exploration into that part of the human brain where our basest and most animalistic urges lie. With that said, I would like to add that I never have, and never will, condone forced sex. This is fantasy, and nothing more.)

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When I got to the mall at eight p.m., the parking garage was practically full. I had to park on the next to last deck of the seven-story garage and take the elevator down to the second level. I hated shopping during the holidays. I hated the fact that I had procrastinated so much that I had to go shopping the weekend before Christmas.

Feeling like an amateur in a rugby free-for-all, I shopped various stores, pushing my way through throngs of sour-faced, rude people as I picked up gifts for my family. I was glad that, at least, I had already purchased my wife's present on-line. I didn't want to have to contend with the angry and impatient people gathered around the jewelry counters at Macy's and Dillard's.

Being the last weekend before Christmas, the stores were all open until eleven. I didn't get out of the mad house until almost midnight. With my arms full of bags, I headed back to the parking garage. Most of the cars had cleared out. The level upon which I had parked my sedan was like a ghost town when I stepped out of the elevator. There were a few cars here and there, and I heard the echoing voices of people bitching and yelling as they put their bags away.

I tossed the bags in the trunk, got in my car. I needed to relax before I headed home. I lit a cigarette, rolled down the window. I sighed, closing my eyes. Ah, the American holiday shopping season. Humanity at its worst.

I felt the stress of the previous four hours slowly melted away. I was looking forward to getting home, seeing the kids, and, hopefully, if I was lucky, getting a little nookie from my wife. Susan and I had been married for thirteen years, and while much of the magic had long since disappeared from our marriage, my wife still had her rare moments of passion.

Maybe tonight will be one of those moments, I thought hopefully. It had been weeks since the last time we had made love.

Okay, so maybe she's forty pounds heavier than the day we married, with thighs that would make a china shop nervous, I thought. But she's still my wife.

I sat up, reached for the ignition. I caught a light reflected in my rear-view mirror, as the little hatchback that had been parked across the row from me backed up. The car rolled closer and closer . . . oh, shit, don't they see me?

CRUNCH! My car shook as the hatchback crashed into my trunk. I sighed heavily. Perfect, I thought ruefully. Just fucking perfect.

I got out, an annoyed look on my face. I glared at the driver-side door of the little red hatchback as it opened. A girl stepped out, obviously teenaged. Of course.

"Oh, God!" the girl cried. "I-I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, holding a glowing cell-phone in her hand. She lifted it to her ear. "I-I gotta go! No! I'll call you later!" She snapped the phone closed, gave me a fearful look.

I glared at the skinny little redhead. She had long, curly, bright orange hair tied back in a ponytail, and a freckled and slightly pimple-dotted face. She wore tight low-riders on her slender hips and a little striped halter top that wrapped tightly around a flat chest. A looker, she wasn't, but she was still kind'a cute.

"Didn't you see my car?" I asked her belligerently. After the crap I had gone through with shopping, I didn't need this shit.

"I'm sorry!" cried the girl, big green eyes flashing in the dim light of the garage. "I-It's not my fault! My friend was going on about her asshole boyfriend—"

I stared at her. "It's not your fault?" I cried. "Pay attention when you fucking drive! And get off your fucking cell-phone!"

The girl was startled by my outburst, and stared at me. "H-hey!" she stammered. "I-I w-was paying attention! Y-you didn't have your lights on! I didn't see you!"

I sighed, rolling my eyes. Typical of a teen to shift the blame. I didn't feel like getting into an argument with an air-headed girl literally half my age. "Let's just get it over with," I said. "I'll get my insurance card."

"N-no, wait!" she cried as I started to reach inside my car.

I sighed, straightened. I looked to her, annoyed. "What?"

The girl stepped closer, looking at me over the roof of my car. "L-look," she said. "I-it's like this: If I get into another accident, my folks'll take my car away! Please! I-it's not that bad!"

I sighed in exasperation, stepped toward the rear of my car. There was a pretty good crack in the bumper, and one of my tail lights was out. My shoulders sagged, and I looked to the girl. "'Not that bad?'" I asked angrily. "I'm gonna have to replace my whole bumper, and a tail light! You have any idea how much that costs for a Mercedes? Forget it, chick, I'm calling the cops. We're doing this right."

The girl fidgeted on her feet, looking fearful. She watched me as I took out my own cell-phone. She gave me a desperate look, scrambling between our cars.

"P-please!" she pleaded as she came up beside me, giving me a plaintive look. "My folks'll take it away! If I get another accident on my record, I'm gonna lose my car! Please, mister! I gotta have my car! I gotta!"

I huffed, staring at the roof of the parking garage. I looked around; not another car remained on this level of the garage; hell, I was sure most of the garage was empty.

I don't need this shit, I thought. I just wanna get home, have a beer, and maybe bone my wife. I don't need some pimple-faced teenaged girl whose life revolves around her car and her cell-phone giving me grief.

I looked to her impassively. "No luck," I said, flipping my phone open. "I'm calling the cops, we're making out a report. I'm not forking out fifteen hundred bucks just so you can keep being an irresponsible driver."

The girl stared, her eyes wide and mouth hanging open. I noticed how full and soft her lips were. Maybe she wasn't a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model, but she had a pretty nice little mouth.

"No! Please!" she begged, grabbing my arm. She pleaded desperately. "Please! I'll do anything! I'll pay you back, I promise! Anything! Anything you want!"

I stared at the girl, suddenly feeling lecherous. I don't know where the feeling came from, but I suddenly saw this skinny, pale-skinned teenaged redhead, with her tiny pimples and freckles, her big green eyes and little round tits, her tight pert ass and slender legs, in a different light.

"'Anything?'" I found myself asking her.

The girl stared at me, her desperation turning to apprehension. She looked around, noting how alone we were. She suddenly trembled. "W-well . . . ."

I chuckled. Dark thoughts, licentious thoughts, filled my mind. There I was, in a vacated parking garage with a relatively attractive, skinny redhead (who was obviously natural), and no one else around. I had an opportunity that I suddenly realized I could not pass up.

I looked up and down her body, noting her apparent age, her slender figure, the color of her hair. I imagined the sight of her flame-colored bush. I'd always had fantasies about redheads. I felt a stirring in my groin. You're alone with a desperate, teenaged redhead, I thought. When's the last time you fucked a teen? Fifteen years ago? Imagine how hot her red-haired pussy would look wrapped around your dick!

I should have thought about my wife, and my wedding vows: forsaking all others . . . but my wife hadn't given it up since November, and I was pretty damn sexually frustrated. And I was sure Susan was nowhere near as tight as this hot young thing before me.

"Will your parents really take your car away if you get another accident on your record?" I asked the girl.

She nodded vehemently. "Please, mister," she begged me with wide doe-eyes.

I sighed, making a decision. Fuck it. Go for it. I looked back to her. "What's your name?"

The girl managed a little smile. "Shelly," she said, then smiled more broadly, stepping closer with a more flirtatious look. "Short for Michelle."

I gave her an amused look. So the girl figured if she flirted a little, I'd do what she wanted, huh? Well, she was in for a big surprise.

I pursed my lips, making no attempt to hide my admiration of her tight little body. I took a deep breath, then stared into the girl's eyes. "Tell you what," I said. "I won't call the cops, and I won't file a report with my insurance company—"

Shelly sighed heavily in relief, grabbing my arm. She smiled broadly in gratitude. "Oh, God, thank you! Thank you! Thank—"

"But you have to fuck me," I finished, cutting her off.

The girl was startled by my words, her relieved grin vanishing instantly. Her fingers graced my arm as she stepped back. Her eyes stared widely at me. "Wh-what?" she asked.

I smiled. I was surprised at how calm and confident I was. "You heard me," I said.

Little Shelly stared a moment longer, dumbfounded, astonished. She swallowed nervously, looked to the concrete floor beneath us. Somewhere far below, tires screeched on pavement. The girl's eyes were wide, and her soft pink lips trembled. "I . . . I . . . I can't," she said in a soft voice, barely audible.

I arched an eyebrow. "Why not?" I asked.

Shelly looked up to me. Her eyes watered, and she looked frightened. "I-I just c-can't," she said.

I chuckled. "How old are you, Shelly?" I asked.

"E-eighteen," she stammered, shifting on her feet. She lowered her head, looking at her feet.

I pursed my lips. "Still a virgin?" I asked.

Slowly, the girl nodded, almost looking ashamed.

I breathed in, aroused. "Well, then, let me ask you this: is your virginity worth losing your car?"

Shelly lifted her head, her eyes wet and dripping. "Please," she whispered. "Don't do this."

I stared at her, expectant. I was not going to back down. Something rude and primal had entered into me and taken over. The fact that this little thing was a virgin only made me want her more.

I held up my cell-phone. "Make your choice," I said.

Shelly shuddered, squeezing her eyes shut as tears dripped down her cheeks. I could imagine the quandary going through her teenaged mind: give up her cherry, or give up her all-important car. Hmm, choices, choices . . . .

She finally shook, shoulders sagging, crying softly. "I-I cant," she said. "I-I don't wanna do it this way."

I shrugged. "Nine-one-one it is, then," I said, and poised my finger above the number pad.

The girl cried out in anguish, slapping her hands on my arm. Her green eyes quivered. "W-wait!"

"Changed your mind?" I asked.

Shelly's mouth worked as she tried to speak for a moment, then she looked away. She sighed heavily, gritted her teeth. "I . . . I-I . . . I'll let you . . ." she huffed, closed her eyes. "You can do my butt, okay?" She looked up at me pleadingly. "I-Is that okay? I never done that, so it's like you'd be popping me anyway. Just don't do my coochie."

I arched an eyebrow at her suggestion. "You'll let me fuck your ass?" I asked her.

The girl shuddered at my words, obviously uncomfortable with such frank language. But she nevertheless nodded. "Yeah, okay," she said.

I smiled slowly. Such a stupid girl, I thought. "You got a deal," I said, slapping my phone closed and slipping it back in my slacks. I faced her. "Take off your jeans."

Shelly gave me a surprised, nervous look. "Wh-what? Here? Can't we go to a motel or something?"

I shook my head. "Right here," I said.

The girl stared at me in shock. Her cheeks blazed with embarrassment. She breathed out, squeezed her eyes closed a moment. She realized she had no choice. Opening her eyes and looking down, Shelly dragged her hands to the button on her jeans. Slowly, with shaking fingers, she unfastened her tight jeans, pushed down the zipper. Shelly made little sobbing noises as she wiggled the garment down off her hips. She wore very sensible, green cotton underwear.

"Take off your panties," I said.

Shelly gritted her teeth as she stepped out of her jeans. She straightened, then slowly hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her underwear. She looked around, her eyes wide and anxious. But if she was looking for someone to save her, she was disappointed. We seemed to be the only two people in the world. With a defeated sigh, Shelly slid her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them, then straightened.

I looked at the skinny redhead before me, naked from her midriff down. She had a narrow waist, taut belly, long, lean thighs and legs. And between those skinny legs was a wildly full bush of bright-toned, flame-colored pubes, reaching to the tops of her thighs. It surrounded a puffy-lipped, bright pink pussy that sported a long, slender clitoris wrapped up in a coral-colored hood. Succulent labia bulged through her thick, hair-lined vulvae.

I breathed in, immensely aroused. I had never seen a pussy so fresh, covered in such erotically-toned hair. My cock was throbbing in my slacks. "Very nice," I said.

Shelly trembled, averting my gaze. She looked embarrassed, even humiliated, at being so brazenly exposed. But, by the way she trembled, I wondered if she was aroused as well. Her nipples certainly attested to that possibility, stiff and hard and poking through her top.

"Come here, Shelly," I said, as I backed up until I stood beside the low hood of my car. The little redhead approached me, leaving her clothes behind as she stepped forward timidly. Even with the dim light, her bright orange pubes glowed ethereally. The sight of her uniquely-colored cunt turned me on incredibly, especially since it was revealed in such a public place.

Shelly looked to me expectantly, her eyes wide and round. I had the feeling I was about to defile an innocent. The idea made my cock pulse. Fuck, was I turned on!

"Unbutton my slacks," I ordered the girl.

Mutely, dutifully, Shelly reached for my pants. She undid my belt, then pulled on the button of my slacks. Once it was freed, she tugged down my zipper without me having to tell her. My slacks fell around my ankles, leaving me in my boxers.

I sighed in arousal, my dick pushing against my boxers, forming a noticeable bulge. "Get on your knees, Shelly," I said. "Pull my shorts down."

Shelly breathed in, trembling, obviously scared and nervous. I started wondering if she was a virgin in every way. She was, after all, a geeky, skinny little girl, whose only 'selling feature' was the fact that she was a natural redhead. She had almost nothing in the way of tits, and I could imagine her being called 'beanpole' throughout high school. She might have felt alienated, withdrawn, and avoided boys altogether. So it was not such a stretch to believe she was a virgin. Nor was it to hard to think that she had never touched, nor even tasted, a cock before.

Still, perhaps eagerly, Shelly pulled my shorts down, gasping loudly as my dick sprang out toward her, fully engorged at its eight-inch length. The little redhead stared at my penis in wonder, shock, and fascination. Her mouth hung open.

"Oh, shit," she breathed. Shelly looked up at me, nervous, apprehensive, but also, I thought, more than a little turned on. "Wh-what now?" she asked me.

I reached down, touched her face. "Have you ever sucked a cock, Shelly?" I asked.

Slowly, the girl shook her head, her eyes glowing wide like those of a little girl. I shuddered. Yes, she was, indeed, a virgin in every way. I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life. I ran my hands over her flame-colored head, gently pulled her toward me. Shelly automatically opened her mouth, staring at my throbbing dick as it loomed closer.

"Nothing to it," I said, feeling the girl's soft lips as I pushed into her mouth. I sighed. "Suck and lick at the same time . . . don't scrape it with your teeth. Just . . . oh, yeah . . . ohhhh, Shelly, mmmm . . . ."

I moaned as the girl's mouth wrapped around me, sucking and pulling gently. She murmured, her brow wrinkling at the new sensation of a dick penetrating her mouth. She made little noises, not sure what to make of the taste of my cock and the flavor of the thick, oily pre-cum that oozed into her mouth. But she kept sucking.

I trembled as I realized that mine was the first cock this girl had ever tasted. She pumped back and forth slowly, frowning a little as my dick invaded her mouth. She only suckled the first couple of inches, and concentrated her efforts on the sensitive head of my cock. I shuddered in pleasure, and Shelly took that as encouragement. She sucked harder, strumming her tongue eagerly along the underside, drawing out literal rivers of pre-cum and swallowing them down, staring up at me for approval. I sighed in satisfaction, but the sensation was too much, and I jerked back, my cock popping wetly from her mouth.

Shelly gave me an anxious look, her lips wet and dripping with saliva and my pre-seminal fluid. "Am I doing it right?" she asked innocently.

I sighed, smiling upon her in bliss. "Oh, so right," I said. "Just try sucking more."

Shelly nodded, swallowed, and licked her lips as she stared back at my wet, dripping dick. "Okay," she whispered, then engulfed my cock hungrily. I moaned as the girl pumped back and forth, taking as much of my long, thick length as she could on each plunge.

I cradled the girl's head, loving the way her long, flame-colored ponytail swayed as she bobbed on my cock, sucking wetly. Little Shelly went after her first blow job with enthusiasm, smacking her lips, rolling her tongue, running her hands up to my balls and lightly squeezing them. She was a definite natural cocksucker. I moaned as the girl serviced me. I hadn't gotten a blow job this good in years. My wife only sucked me as foreplay, and not very well.

But Shelly's mouth sucked and pulled eagerly as she became more comfortable with having a dick in her mouth. She panted around my shaft between fervent slurps and sucks, glancing up to me now and then as she enjoyed the feel and flavor of her first dick. Shelly sucked hard on the first couple of inches of my cock, stroking my shaft, and slowly began bringing me to the brink of orgasm. I gasped, thrusting toward her mouth, fucking the little redhead's face. I was going to cum at any moment, I felt.

"Oh, yeah, baby," I moaned, feeling my balls tightening. "You're gonna do it!"

Suddenly, Shelly slipped her drooling mouth off my dick, easing back and giving me an apprehensive look. Thick spit slapped to her chin, dripped to her shirt. "Wait!" she gasped, looking up at me. "Y-you're gonna shoot off, aren't you?"

I winced, let out a shuddering moan of disappointment. I stared down at her face, her glistening lips. "I want to," I said. "I'm so close."

Shelly looked to my straining, spit-covered cock as her fingers encircled the base. She was obviously apprehensive about taking my load in her mouth. "I-I . . . I don't know," she said in a strained, little-girl voice.

"It's not that bad," I said, trying to convince her. "Just start swallowing as soon as you taste it. It'll be over before you know it."

The redhead grimaced, looked back to my face apologetically as my cock throbbed before her. She looked uncomfortable. "Um . . . I-I don't think I can do that," she said.

I sighed, my balls boiling. I closed my eyes a moment, fighting down the sensations. I could have forced her, could have shoved my cock back in her mouth and fucked her skinny little face, but I guess there was a still a little morality left in me. I finally looked down at little red-headed Shelly. "Stand up," I said.

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