The red-haired beast

The Little Red Beast

Maya was a red-haired girl, about twenty years old, around one meter sixty tall, slender with shapely legs. I met her at a wedding of mutual acquaintances; she had come for the day from Moscow. She wasn't a classic beauty, you could even call her attractive only with a stretch. And yet she was the center of attention, guys swarmed around her. The girls practically hissed at the sight of her, dragging their suitors away. Maya knew how to carry herself, how to sit, how to stand, and she did it all easily and naturally, provocatively but not vulgarly. I'd say she held herself right on the edge of good taste, but she never crossed that

line. I was without a date and, naturally, ended up near her.

It was very easy and pleasant to talk with Maya. The wedding went on, we talked about something, ate something, drank something, and by one in the morning everyone started to leave. Maya asked me to walk her home. I, of course, agreed. We got ready and, leaving the house, walked through the night streets of our town. Walking along the embankment, Maya stopped me.

 — Let's stand here for a bit, talk.

We stopped and talked about something for a couple of minutes, then Maya looked at her shoes and said:

 — Some bastard stepped on my foot, wipe it.

 — Well, what's there to wipe? Or is it beneath you.

She looked at me like a boa constrictor looks at its prey.

 — I'm waiting!

Looking into her eyes, I began to slowly squat down. Then Maya unexpectedly grabbed me by the hair, pulled me towards her, and I found myself on my knees with my head clamped between her legs.

 — Maya, what are you doing, let go — I pleaded.

She opened her legs, and I fell to the ground in front of her like a drunk. Her gaze was calm and confident, as if nothing had happened:

 — Did you like it?

 — Will you do everything I order?

 — Yes — was all I could say, kneeling before her.

She stroked my cheek with her hand and said tenderly:

 — Good boy, an obedient boy.

And her hand, which had just been tenderly stroking my cheek, grabbed me by the hair. I raised my eyes, searching for her gaze, and immediately received a kick in the stomach. From the blow, I bent down right to her feet:

 — My shoes are dirty. Did you forget?

 — Lick them clean! Now!

I tried to wipe the dirt off with my hand, but Maya stepped on it with her foot:

 — With your tongue.

I started licking the shoes, first one then the other. Finally, the job was done. Maya walked around me and sat on my shoulders, wrapping her hot thighs around my neck.

 — Take off my shoes and rub my tired feet!

I obediently took the shoes off her feet and began gently massaging them.

 — I want to have some fun with you, but it's not very comfortable here.

 — Is there a better place?

 — On the veranda, at the kindergarten, about a five-minute walk, I quickly figured out and replied.

 — Good, but I'm tired from today.

 — You'll carry me on your back.

I got to my feet.

 — Go — she ordered.

We headed towards the kindergarten. I held her legs with my hands, as if they were in stirrups. Sometimes she would rise up a bit, like a rider in a saddle.

We approached the kindergarten fence.

 — Stop! — ordered my rider.

She got off me, sat on the fence. I climbed over the fence and offered my neck.

Maya sat on my neck and, making a movement with her hips, said:

 — Let's go!

Going around the bushes, I headed deeper into the kindergarten.

Rising up once again, like a rider in a saddle, she looked around, saw the closed veranda, and said.

 — That over there is just what we need.

 — Let's go over there — pointing at the wooden structure, she said.

Approaching, I knelt down and lowered my head, giving her a chance to get off. Pressing down on my head with both hands, she sort of pushed me out from under her, paying me no attention, and went up the steps to the veranda. Settling on a bench, she said:

 — Come here.

I went up to her on the veranda.

 — Well, are you just going to stand there?

 — On your knees! Now!

I obediently knelt down before her.

 — Good boy, an obedient boy — Maya praised me.

 — Now lie on your back.

 — Head here — she pointed to the spot between her legs.

I lay down in front of her as she said. Maya placed her foot on my chest, pressing slightly with the heel.

 — Well, how do you like the slave's lot.

 — Did you like being a horse.

 — Yes.

Immediately followed a kick with the heel to the chest, it even knocked the wind out of me:

 — Yes who?

 — Yes, Mistress.

 — That's more like it.

 — You can also call me Mistress.

 — You learn fast, that's good.

Maya stood up.

 — Pull down your tights and panties.

I carefully, trying not to scratch her delicate skin, carried out the order. I was kneeling before my mistress, my head at the level of her pussy.

She sat down on the bench.

 — Have you ever licked anyone?

And without waiting for an answer, added.

 — Well, no matter, you'll learn now!

Grabbing me by the hair with both hands, she pulled my head to her crotch.

 — A pity, of course!

 — And pressing my face harder against her pussy, added.

 — Lick!

Running my tongue over her outer lips, I began licking her pussy.

 — Softer! — Maya directed me.

She guided my head with her hands, moving it all over her crotch.

 — Put your tongue in!

 — Deeper!

 — Even deeper!

 — Lick!

 — Lick inside!

Watching me lick her delights, she leaned back on the bench and let go of my head.

I don't know how much time passed, but I managed to get her going. She started breathing heavily, grabbed my head with both hands, forcefully pushing it between her legs, trying to shove it as deep as possible into her crotch.

Finishing, she squeezed my head hard with her thighs, pressing it against her pussy with her hands, I could barely breathe. Finally, it was all over, She relaxed, let me go, I wanted to continue, but got a kick.

 — Sit.

The Mistress lit a cigarette.

 — Come on, clean out my pussy.

After I did my job, she stood up, and I put her panties and tights back on.

 — I'm tired.

 — Enough.

 — Time to go home.

 — Get in position!

I got on my knees, the Mistress sat on my neck, and I carried her back. It was quiet outside, not a soul, just me and my rider.

 — I want to pee, — she laughed.

 — Are you thirsty? — and without waiting for an answer said:

 — Take off my tights and panties, quickly.

I began taking off her panties and tights.

 — Enough! she said when I pulled them down just below her knees.

 — Now bend over.

I threw my head back and leaned on my hands.

She stood behind me, spreading her legs as far as the lowered panties allowed. With one hand she lifted her skirt, and with the other, grabbing me by the hair, shoved my head between her legs.

 — Open your mouth! Wider!

Letting go of the skirt, she pressed my mouth to her pussy with both hands..

 — You're lucky I don't want to walk, otherwise I'd piss all over you, from head to toe.

 — Swallow!

She let out streams with pauses, giving me a chance to swallow.

 — Lick me there — she said, finishing her business.

I licked her cunt in the most thorough manner… Finishing the job, I pulled up the Mistress's panties and tights, and stood so it would be easier for her to sit. She unhurriedly sat on my neck, wiggled to get comfortable. Finally, the command "g-iddy up". Getting to my feet, I almost fell, for which I got a kick with the heels in the sides and almost lost my hair. After that, everything went without stops or incidents.

Approaching the elevator, I bent over, giving her a chance to get off.

The elevator doors opened.

 — Forward! — ordered Maya.

I entered the elevator first, she followed me.

When the elevator doors closed she said.

 — Come on, on your knees! Now!

I obediently knelt before her, awaiting further orders.

 — Lick my pussy.

She lifted the edge of her skirt and pulled down her tights with panties.

I pressed against her pussy, licking every corner, my little tongue apparently stirred up her pussy, we went up and down three or four times.

Her hips worked like a battering ram. Finishing, she pressed my head against the elevator wall and froze, a few seconds passed, then she stepped back and, spreading her thighs wider, ordered:

 — Lick it clean! — and presented her pussy.

I quickly worked my tongue, carrying out the order.

When the elevator stopped, everything was ready, her pussy was gleaming.

The doors opened, she stepped out onto the landing, and I was still kneeling in the elevator.

 — May I see my Mistress again — I asked.

 — Did you like it?

 — Yes, Mistress.

 — No, I don't need you anymore, I'm leaving tomorrow.

 — Mistress, but Moscow isn't that far, I could come to you.

 — Why the hell would I need you in Moscow, I'll find others there. I just processed you out of curiosity. Now get out of here. You can kiss my foot goodbye.

I pressed a long kiss to Her foot.

 — The Mistress might change her mind, but not now, and you'll regret asking.

Carelessly kicked me with her foot, said — get lost, and left.

The next morning She left. The bruises healed, I threw out the suit. I was left alone with my feelings.

I couldn't forget that meeting for a long time. Pulling myself together, I decided to go to Moscow hoping to find Maya.

Arriving in the capital, wandering around it and not finding Maya, I got upset and didn't know what to do.

I stood in the very center of the capital — a city foreign and distant from my small homeland — with twenty-two rubles in my pocket, chewing gum, a lighter, a pack of cigarettes, and also a sports bag with a change of clothes. I had no food, no prospects for lodging, no ticket in my pocket

I had no acquaintances in this city, nothing to sell from my personal belongings. Buying a four-ruble directory "Work and Salary," I sat down on a bench in Kamergersky Lane. The only saving thought: "WORK!". With daily pay, a place to sleep.

I chose a job where, among other things, it mentioned providing housing, registration, travel payment, and (oh super!) free meals. I wasn't even scared by the heading "Foreign Cosmetic Company" explaining the field of activity. I knew nothing