Cinderella (closed for Lotus_Maiden)

Erotic Fairytales (closed for Lotus_Maiden)

The sun was rising over the kingdom, bringing a new day and fresh adventures to the world. Little did the unsuspecting land know, but things were about to get veeery interesting...

Cinderella, 18, passive aggressive


Ella had a good life. Yes, had. That life was long gone after her Father past away eight years ago when she was ten. Since then, she lived with her step-mother and two sisters. They were greedy, mean, and self-absorbed. They lived on her Father’s fortune, but didn’t share a penny to Ella. They treated her like a slave. She cared for the house, tended to their needs, and did practical everything. All they ever lifted their fingers on is to powder their faces, put on fancy cloth, and fan themselves. They were so self-centered that they couldn’t accept that regardless how they present themselves, none of them had the natural beauty and poise as Ella.

The young girl had long blonde locks, flawless peach skin, red full lips, and bright blue eyes. She was blessed with a luscious body, two handfuls perky breasts, small waist, and curvy firm behind. She was kind, helpful and friendly. She wasn’t rotten in the inside like her step-family. Even when she wore plain cloth and soot -one of the reasons for her nickname Cinderella, she could still outshine the others.

Like any other day, Cinderella headed to town’s market with a grocery list along with a few other things that she had to buy for the trio. With a basket in hand, she trotted down the walking path, humming happily. She greeted anyone she came across with a smile. She stopped at a cheese stand first.

"Ah, Cinderella! Here, I saved this for you." The short and stout owner handed a large wedge of cheddar to her, who took it gratefully.

"My little friends will love this. Thank you very much."

She picked up some bushel of corn and other ingredients for tonight's supper. Once her grocery list was all checked, she headed into a cosmetic store. Her step-sisters needed thicker powder to hide their freckles and pimples.

"Ah, it's Cinderella. I have this perfect color that'll bring out your ey---."

"Don't tease me, Lucille. You know I can't wear anything like that. I'm here for my sisters. Oh, what's this?" A flyer caught her eyes.

"A Royal Ball. All the girls in town are invited. You should go."

Ella chuckled. "The chance of that is slim to none. Even if Lady Tremaine allows me to, I don't have the proper attire to go. An apron and flats are hardly Royal Ball appropriate."

"Ah, that's too bad. The Prince will be there. There will be lots of food, festivity, and dancing."

"It does sound like a lot of fun. I really wish I can go now," she sighed wishfully.

(Several weeks earlier...)

Charming was sitting at the table, drumming his fingers, as the king his father paced back and forth across the room. He sighed. It was the same old song that his dad had been singing for almost a year, now.

"Look, son," the older man was saying," I just can't have you fucking every servant girl in the castle. Or all the wenches in town. That leads to bastards, and royal bastards spell trouble, for you, me, and the kingdom. I can't have it. It's time you found a wife and settled down to fucking one woman for the rest of your life."

"But dad," Charming whined, "they all want me..."

The king sighed. "I understand, son, truly I do--when I was a prince, every young woman for miles around shook their tailfeathers under my nose, too. And why not?You're young, you're handsome, you're rich, and you're going to be a king someday--hell, what woman wouldn't want to shag you? And I can't blame you for following your natural inclinations, either. What young man doesn't dream of unlimited pussy at his beck and call?

"Still," he continued, "none of that changes anything. You're twenty-one, and it's time you found a wife and stopped fooling around. You owe it to your mother. And you owe it to the kingdom."

"As you know we're giving a ball this month, and all the eligible young ladies from all the best families will be there. I want you to decide which one will be suitable as a wife. Don't even..." he said as Charming started to speak. "I don't want to hear it. That's how it's going to be, and that's that. I've decided, and your mother agrees."

"And in addition," he finished, "I'm putting guards outside your door. From now until then, you're celibate. Understood? I want you to be good and ready when the ball comes so you'll have an incentive to pick a wife."

Cinderella

Ella slaved away in the kitchen making supper while Lady Tremaine and her daughters, Anastasia and Drizella, talked merrily among themselves. Usually their conversations were of boring, none-sense, about town gossips and other people. Tonight however, Ella was highly interested in their talk. They were talking about the Royal Ball and the....

“...Prince Charming. I heard he’s adventurous, brave, handsome...”

“...Rich and very well hung!” the youngest chimed in after her sister.

“Now girls, don’t be so vulgar,” the mother snapped at them. “Though I’ve heard the Prince have a big appetite for women. He can go on for hours and still be ready for second, third, fourth, all night long. I, too, heard he is well endowed. When one of you girls married him, you have to tell me every details about my son-in-law.”

“Mother!” the girls gasped, then the three chuckled with delight. But their joy was cut short when Ella joined them with supper. They hushed, which wasn’t uncommon. They liked to shut her out.

“Dinner is ready ladies.” The trio began to dig in. Usually that was Ella to leave them. She stayed a little longer tonight. “I like to go to the ball too.”

The two daughters almost choked with a mouthful of potatoes, while Lady Tremaine laughed hysterically. “Girl, what makes you think you can? They’ll never let you near the castle with your dirty face and filthy cloth.”

“They just laugh at you and call you names,” Anastasia added and the other one nodded in agreement.

The Lady ordered, “Now go on. Leave us in peace so we can enjoy our supper.”

Ella wanted to say more but they all shooed her away. So she had no choice but to leave. She headed outside to finish her last chore. While she worked, her mind kept thinking on the ball. Why couldn’t she go? She had never been to one. She wished and wished to go to it more than ever now.

"Ohhhh..." the king groaned in mock exhaustion, settling back into the pillows. "I love that little flying thing you do...I haven't cum that hard in ages!"

The Fairy Godmother rested her head on the king's chest, snuggling in close under his arm. Being a Fairy, she could appear as anything, and tonight she was a dusky 19-yr old from the far east--black of hair, broad of hip, narrow-wasted and full-bosomed, and sinuous in the extreme--which she had just demonstrated, to their mutual delight.

She giggled. "You always get this little purse in your lips when I start," she said softly. "I think it's cute." Her hand idly wandered over the king's chest and belly.

He sighed. She looked up into his face, and saw that he was troubled. "What's wrong, my beautiful lover?" she asked. "It's Charming," the king answered heavily. "The boy is going to run into big trouble if he doesn't marry soon. I wish he'd find a nice girl and just settle down. I've already had to pay off three of the servant girls with pensions because they're pregnant, and I fear for the future..."

He casually ran his hand around one full, smooth orb, thumbing the dark nipple to make it harden. "Mmmmm...." she said appreciatively. "Gi-Gi..." he said hesitantly, "Can I ask you a favor?"

"If you keep doing that, I can't possibly refuse," she said huskily, pulling his head down so that his lips brushed the stiffened nub. Taking his cue, he drew it between his lips and nibbled it lightly. "Ahhh!" she gasped, and arched her back. "What is it?" she managed to get out between clenched teeth as he drew it into his mouth and ran his tongue around it.

"Well," he said, popping the hard little button out of his mouth so he could speak, "I hesitate to ask, because you've already done so much for my family--and me!" He lowered his mouth to the nipple again.

"Ask, sweetness, and I'll do what I can," she said huskily. "(Oh, keep dong that--I love it when you do that!) You don't have to be shy with me, after all these years..."

"Could you," he said, raising his head again replacing his mouth with thumb and finger, rolling the nipple between them, "...could you, possibly, find him a wife?" She was squirming now under his ministrations, and her hand crept down his belly to cup and fondle his balls. "I mean, nothing fancy--just someone young, and beautiful, and highly-sexed--that's important!--and from a good family, maybe? Surely you know someone like that?"

His other hand had moved down to run lightly up and down the opening of her mound, which was getting slick with her juices.

"I think I might know someone..." she answered, closing her eyes and dropping her head back as two of his fingers slid into her moist tunnel. "In fact, I think I have just the girl..."

She pushed his hands away and started licking her way across his chest and down his ribcage, his belly, lower and lower. Along the way her tongue grew, longer and longer, impossibly long, until she reached the swollen redness of the Royal Rod. She encircled it's girth twice with that impossibly long tongue and licked up and down the length of it, causing him to catch his breath sharply and thrust up with his hips. "God! How do you do that? That feels s-s-so gooood! Ah! Ah!"

"I'm a fairy," she shrugged. "We can do all sorts of naughty, dirty things with our bodies that human women can't do. And now, it looks like the Royal Scepter is ready for another go 'round..." And she engulfed the engorged tip with her lips, sliding down, down, down, pulling it deep into her throat as he groaned with pleasure.

Cinderella

Ella just finished raking the dead fallen leaves into a big pile when she heard faint squeaky sounds. She found a metal cage by the backdoor. It was a mouse trap, and it caught two, one was very chubby while the other lanky. She picked up the cage, looked through it and smiled at the prisoners. “Hi there, little guys. Having a bad night huh? Me too.”

She sat on the step and put the cage on her lap. The rats rattled inside, trying but failing to break free. “You know, little guys, we’re pretty the same. You want to sneak into the kitchen but you can’t. I want to go to the ball, but I’m not allowed. Lady Tremaine is right though. They would never allow a peasant girl like me anywhere near the castle. My cloths won’t be fancy enough. I don’t have any make-up to make me all pretty.”

The pitiful girl sighed. “I’ve seen plenty of people to go them. They get glamorous and dress beautifully. I’ve never been to one. I wish I can go to at least one in my life.”

“Then to the Royal Ball you shall go,” a woman’s voice spoke out.

Ella gasped loudly. Her eyes glanced around but saw no one. “Who, who’s there? Who said that?”

“Of course, it’s none other than your Fairy Godmother,” the voice spoke again. Then followed by a stream of with sparkles cycling round and round next to her. With a poof, a woman appeared sitting on the porch with her. She was an older lady with pearly white hair, elegant hands, peachy skin, and flawless, wrinkle-free face.

“Where. Where did you come from? You. You’re a---.”

“Fairy? Yes that I am.” The old woman smiled warmly at the young girl. She admired Ella’s beauty. The last time she had seen her was years ago just after her mother’s death. See, she was charged to look after baby Ella since she had no mother. The Fairy not only did that, but also cared for her father. He was lonely and depressed after losing his wife. She was pretty new on the job with an adventurous and wild mind. One thing led to another, she found herself sharing the same with Mr. Tremaine.

Their affair lasted for awhile until he decided give Ella a proper and real mother. Thought her job was done, the Fairy moved on. Unbeknowst to her that Ella’s life wasn’t exactly what everyone pictured. She felt bad for the young lady and wanted to make up to her. Ella needed to get away from these three witches, figuratively speaking. What was the best way than becoming a princess, a future queen?

“I’m Your very own Godmother, Cinderella? That name has a nice ring to it,” the fairy woman teased. “I’m here to make your wish come true. You’re going to the ball.”

“What? Wait, how? I can’t. Lady Trimaine said---.”

“Oh, you forget about that old hag. She’s just afraid you’ll outshine her two piglets that she called daughters.” She reached inside her sleeve and pulled out wand. She tapped the tip against the metal cage several times while humming, “Bibbid bobbidi boo!”

The cage sparkled but nothing else happened. Elle looked at her Fairy Godmother with confusion. “Oh, child, keep that cage locked up until the day of the ball. Once everyone has left for the dance, you open it and let the mouses out. They instantly turn into handsome stallions along with a carriage that will take you to the castle in style.”

“Really? But, but I have nothing to wear. I can’t go in ratchet cloth and messy hair.”

“Haha. Of course not. There’s be enough magic in cage to transform you and anything you wear into a beautiful woman in a gorgeous gown. There will be a very special pair of shoes to match too.”

“Really? All that will happen? Oh, thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She hugged the woman tightly and gratefully. Although she hadn’t seen any of her promises, Ella fully believed everything she was told. That was Ella, always saw the nice in people and gave everyone the benefit of the doubt first.

“Now you listen carefully, child. Everything only lasts until midnight. So you must return home before the clock finishes its twelfth stroke. And tell no one about this.”

Ella was too overjoy to say anything, she just nodded in agreement. She was already counting down the hours to the weekend. If only her Fairy Godmother could speed up time too...

Charming was getting very restless.

He had taken to riding out hunting every day, and that helped some. But the rest of the time he prowled the grounds, looking for something--anything--that could hold his interest for longer than an hour, but finding little that could keep his attention for long.

His problem was simple: he was horny.

He hadn't been laid in weeks, not since his father had put him under guard and left orders that only male servants were to attend him.

For most people, abstinence for weeks at a time is the norm, but for a prince...? Over the past few years he'd had at least one--and often more than one--woman in his bed on average of four or five times a week. He was used to having his balls drained on a frequent and regular basis, and this extended period of celibacy was a new, and certainly unwelcome, experience.

Saturday and the ball couldn't come soon enough, in his opinion. Although that brought its own problem; his father was expecting him to pick a wife from among the eligible women there, and he wasn't sure he wanted to settle down to humping just one woman on a regular basis. Maybe if she was really pretty, and really sexy, it wouldn't be so bad--after all, his dad had managed to do it, so maybe he could, too...

Cinderella

On the day of the ball, Ella finished all her chores extra quickly. She did everything her step family adds on. She didn’t talk back or question anything, something she usually does anyways. The three ladies got dress and were on their way to the castle before sunset.

Once alone, Ella fetched for the mouse trap. “Hey, little guys. Sorry to keep you in there all these times.” The rats were happy though. They were well fed and saved from the house cat. So when she opened the cage’s door, they didn’t run out right away. She rattled it a few times to encourage them.

As soon as they were out, the cage exploded into streams of glimmer and sparkles. It lashed toward the mouses and transformed one into a coachman. The light than bounced off into the pumpkin patch, turned a pumpkin in to a fancy carriage. A handful of field mice also turned into white horses. It finally surrounded Ella, twirled around her and engulfed her whole body in white, warm, glowing light.

The the light dimmed, Ella found herself completely changed, from her attire and herself! She was wearing an elegant blue ballgown with her locks pulled back with a matching ribbon and face perfectly dolled. Her breasts, which grew two sizes into a D-cup, threatened to fall out of her tops. Her usual just handful ass turned into two large orbs as well.

“Wow, they’re beautiful.” She looked down at her feet and admired the rare and magical glass killer platform heels.

“Come. We need to get you to the ball,” a squeaky voice called out. It was the fat rat who’s now the coachman. He held the carriage door open for her. Cinderella quickly got in, on her way toward the festive castle.

Charming leaned over the balcony, scrutinizing the carriages as the pulled up to the castle door and disgorged their glittering and elegantly-dressed freight. Dazzling dresses, trim uniforms, sophisticated tuxedos--all were on display for this festive night of revelry.

He paid close attention to the women as the disembarked. Some were just--plain. Some were pretty. None were the beauty he was looking for, someone who'd stop his heart and breath and give him an instant boner. If he was going to spend the rest of his life stuck with just one woman, he wanted to make sure she was special.
He shifted his posture, trying to find a more comfortable spot for his big tool in these tight pants the royal tailor insisted he wear. More than average in both length and girth, it was uncomfortably confined. If he copped a woody at the ball, everyone in the room would know it. He usually favored looser-cut pants just to give Big Willie some room to breathe, but his father had insisted...

He wondered again why he was graced with this massive example of man-meat; his father wasn't particularly well-hung, nor were any of his male relatives. The girls certainly seemed to like it, though, so he didn't complain. Except for times like this, when he wished he wasn't so well-endowed.

Well, I might as well go down to the meat market, look over the livestock, and make nicey-nice with the guests, he thought. But if what he'd seen so far was any indication, he'd be hard-pressed to pick one single one for a life-mate. And it would be especially trying tonight, as every noble family in the country seemed to have gotten wind of the king's plan and would be trying to foist their daughters on him.

He made for the door, tugging at his Johnson for about the twentieth time, trying to find a spot where it didn't feel like it was being strangled...

Cinderella

Ella admired her new body while she rode in the white carriage. She cupped one her huge knockers. Her hand barely covered the orbs. “Are these real?” She slipped her hand under the fabric and squeezed them. She felt that. She caught the nipple between her fingers, pinched them lightly. “Mmm. These are definitely real.” The tingles shot down her abdomen and stirred the nub between her thighs. She might not had been with a man but she knew her body well. She spent a lot of alone time at home and naturally, she curiously explored her body to pass the time. Her hands reached every inch and crack. Her fingers rubbed and delved inside her vagina until she reached her climaxes.

On her eighteenth birthday, someone had sent her a gift, a wooden object in a shape of a man’s penis. It was strangely soft and warm to touch. It was on a smaller size but fitted inside her tight tunnel perfectly. The first time she had did it, she was frightened by the blood. She later had overheard her step-sisters and learned it meant her hymen is broken which was normal. She had played with that gift for many nights, sometimes twice a day.

Oh she wished it was with her now. Her other hand hiked up the skirt and rubbed on her nether lips through the cotton fabric. Its heat was more intensive tonight and highly sensitive. Her juices were already flowing, seeping through the fabric and clinging onto her fingers. She slipped one finger underneath her panties. It easily slid in between the wet lips. “Ooooh!” Her hand groped her breast tighter as her pussy clutched onto her finger like leeches. Any slight movement of her finger threatened to bring her over the edge.

Just as she was ready for her orgasm, the horses came to an abrupt stop. She quickly straightened her dress and suppressed her unfinished urges for now.

The ball was on full swing by the time her carriage pulled up. The court’s musicians played joyful music while the guests mingled among themselves happily and loudly. Although the ball was for all eligible women in the kingdom, that didn’t stop the noblemen, their bachelor sons, and other aristocrats to show up either. The main purpose of the ball was to find the royal prince a wife, but that didn’t mean others couldn’t snatch a mistress or two. The women came for the prince; they wouldn’t mind settling for any men who resembled wealth and vigor either.

“Here we are, Cinderella,” the coachman snorted, holding the door open for enchanted beauty. “Remember, midnight.”

“Right. Thank you.” Ella hiked her dress up slightly and then darted up grand stairs. She wasn’t completely use to the extra weight on both her front and back, so her run was a bit awkward. Her bosoms bounced more noticeably while her behind bobbled in its own rhythm with each step. Her feet slipped put of the shoes couple times, but she managed to recover them before the next step.

She reached the foyer after the climb. The guards at the door stared at her with gaping eyes and dropping jaws. She tried not to stare back at them as she slowly walked pass and down the long hallway. More guards lined both sides of the narrow path. All eyes turned in her as she glided through into the main room. She had never seen so many people in one place. It was like a sea of people. Everyone was laughing, talking, dancing, and enjoying themselves.

She told herself while she descended the stairs to jump into the sea, Alright, Ella. Blend in.

Charming was standing in a corner when she walked in, talking politely and non-committaly to two blushing and giggling young women whose mothers were hovering nearby, hoping they would catch his fancy. He sighed, inwardly. Yes, they were nice enough, pretty enough, and probably would be fun in the sack, but...

For each of the women he'd spoken with tonight--and there had been a lot of them!--there was a "but", something missing. If he was to settle for one and abjure all others, he didn't want to settle for "good enough"; he wanted something...extraordinary.

She caught his eye, and he suddenly forgot all about the two women in front of him. She was absolutely stunning in the silvery blue dress, the deep scoop neck showing just enough of her cleavage to be enticing without being slutty. Sultry, yet not tawdry. She was beautiful, her honey-blonde hair gathered and tied back in a sophisticated hairstyle, her face flawless, her eyes as blue as the Mediterranean on a cloudless day, her shape--well, Little Willie was suddenly straining at the confining fabric of his pants. Holy shit! was all his brain could muster. This...this might be the one...

Finally remembering where he was and what he was supposed to be doing, he returned his attention to the two women before him. Suddenly they looked like two horses by comparison with the vision he'd just been granted. He made some lame excuse and extricated himself from their disappointed presence, turning to push his way through the crowd. Where did she go...? He had to find her. Now.

Cinderella

Ella was beyond herself as she walked and brushed up against the rich and fame of the kingdom. She had been in big crowds daily, but there was a huge difference between vendors, fishermen, tailor and these people. Instead of pungent smell of the gutter, the place filled with sweet scents from the flowers, food, alcohol, and ladies’ perfume. They weren’t screaming and haggling over a few pence. They were chatting courtesy and laughing with indoor voice. The women and men were so beautiful and classy in their attires. They all looked like royalty, but surely they weren’t. As far as she remembered, she had never set foot or eye on any of royal family.

She tried to talk to a couple group, but found nothing in common with any of them. The men seemed to be talking to her breasts the whole time while the women stuck their noses in the air. They compared their last expensive purchases and shared ideas how to control their maids. It was hard for Ella to chime in. After a handful of attempts, she gave up and headed out to the empty courtyard.

Once again, Cinderella was alone under the moonlight. Out here, she still could hear the music and the voices became background noise. “So much for hoping to dance all night,” she muttered to herself disappointingly. “Well, maybe I still can.”

She closed her eyes and envisioned a prince in front of her. She curtsied to the air before rose her arms. Her hand rested on the invisible shoulder while the other took the nonexistent hand. She slowly moved to the music, waltzing by herself.

Just when he was beginning to despair, he happened to glance out the window and there she was, in the courtyard...

He moved to the tall French doors that gave out into the evening air, and stood, entranced. She was waltzing by herself, moving slowly with a shadow-partner, her eyes closed. She moved with grace, and poise, and in perfect time to the music, so light on her feet...

She was, in two words, utterly exquisite. In every way. If he wasn't smitten before, he was now.

He moved quietly out onto the flagstones, watching and waiting for the right moment; when it appeared, he moved smoothly in, sliding his shoulder under her hand and taking the other one in his, continuing the dance. "Excuse me, Miss," he said quietly to the deep blue eyes that flew open in shock. "May I have this dance?" And he continued moving on, fluidly, not giving her the chance to stop or balk.

Cinderella

For a split second, Ella thought her imagination goes to a new height when she felt a hand on hers and around her waist. Then she heard the soft voice, and her eyes flew open. She gasped in shock. There was no longer just air in front of her. A dark hair man with much darker and mysterious eyes stood before her. He was a completely stranger, yet he was so charming. She was lost in them and didn’t even resist when he asked for the dance.

She followed his guidance as they continued. Their bodies synched to the music. The peak of her breasts touched the creamy velvet dress shirt, hardened them further. She bit her lower lips to muffle her moan but her cheeks flushed brightly. Her vagina tingled as if it knew he was near, reminding her its wetness and unfinished work.

She finally broke their golden silence. "You're a quite dancer. Are you here to get a glimpse of the royalty as well?"

He smiled. "You might say that..." he answered, twirling her and then bringing her in close again. He was aware--very aware!--of the way her breasts pressed against his chest. They were so round, so firm and yet so yielding... "I actually came to see the pretty girls--and I think I've found the prettiest one."

His erection was unbearable rampant now; he knew it was pressing into her belly as he held her close in the dance, his arm tightening to bring her in closer, their bodies molding to each other all along their length, his thigh pushing between her legs with each movement. Far from being put off or embarrassed by this, she pulled herself in even closer rubbing against his rigid length. Her eyes were shining.

He stopped, simply gazing down into her face. They were both breathing hard. He cast a quick glance about for guards and other guests. There was no one--they were deserted for the moment. Taking her hand, he pulled her unresisting down the stairs and into the garden, ducking behind some evergreens where they would be hidden in the darkness. Once in the deep shadows, he turned, clutched her to him, and planted a passionate kiss on her mouth.

Cinderella

Ella smiled shyly when he complimented her being the prettiest. "A dancer with a sweet tongue. You must be a court jeste---," she stopped short. Her mind was preoccupied by something hard and hot rubbing firmly against her stomach. She pressed herself closer. As they danced, her body chafed his manhood.

They moved silence, except for their heavy breathings, enjoying the music and each others' company. His thigh rubbed between her legs, driving her desire more wild. So much that her mind forgotten where she was, only filled with primal need to be released. He wanted the same. They shared the similar lusts in their eyes. So without a word, she willingly followed him into the garden.

Next thing she knew, his lips were on hers. The mouths bonded and tongues clashed. She pulled her head back just enough to whisper her concern, "What. What if someone sees us?" Though worried, her hand reached in between them to feel his bulge. Her eyes widened, surprised and impressed by its long length and thick girth. She hadn't see or feel other cocks in her life; but based on her step-sisters chitchat, she concluded his cock is much more than an average man's. Who was he to be so blessed?

She could only muttered a "wow."

He gasped when she touched his swollen dick through his pants. "Don't worry; no one will see us," he managed to pant just before he groaned. Oh, God, it felt so gooood!

One hand slid down her back to cup her firm round ass cheek; the other came around to the front to cup and stroke and fondle one of those glorious ripe orbs. He could feel her nipple hardening even through the fabric of her top. Both hands went up to the laces of her bodice behind, tugging and pulling urgently until they were loose enough that he could dip both hands into her top and free those heavy, succulent mounds.

All the while she kept stroking and kneading his erection through his pants, which were in serious danger of being torn open from the strain of his turgid shaft against them. It was too much; he couldn't stand it anymore. He hastily pulled open his own laces, and his rigid member eagerly sprang free into the cool night air to meet her warm and waiting hands. Then he returned to caressing, stroking, kneading her magnificent tits as he clamped his lips back on hers to hotly thrust his tongue deep in her mouth.

The Fairy Godmother watched quietly from where she hid, perched as a bird on a branch with a good view of the action. She was secretly pleased with herself; the little "present" she had blessed Charming with on his twelfth birthday looked good--stiff and pale and shining large in the muted moonlight that filtered through the evergreens. The enchantment she'd given Ella had also secretly contained a little temporary "libido boost", just to make certain she'd be receptive to Charming's advances.

Things were going according to plan and moving along very nicely, indeed. If Charming wasn't totally, madly in love with Ella by the end of the evening, and she with him, then she'd turn in her fairy wings and retire.

Watching the two young people grope and play with each other had her rather wet and horny, herself. Confident that things would move to a satisfactory conclusion here, she flitted away to look for the king. I wonder if I can tear him away from the party long enough for a quickie in the kitchen closet, she thought hopefully.

Cinderella

It didn’t much to convince her that the coast was cleared. His hands wandered and groped her sensitive front and back mounds. It felt good to have her breasts free from the tight bodice, especially when his hands continued to explore and knead them. She was busy too. Her hand felt and stroke his member. She didn’t fully appreciate its size until his pants dropped.

She gasped once again at the sight of his monster. It was at least ten, if not twelve inches, long! It was thick. Her hands were all over his cock as they shared messy yet passionately kisses. Her thumb ran along the slip on the top of his cock, feeling a very fair amount of pre-cum. She broke their kiss and requested, “Take. Take me.”

It wasn’t like Ella to just drop her pants and fuck anyone with an impressive dildo. He was different somehow. She just met him and didn’t even know his name. That didn’t matter. Her vagina was hungry, lusting for his touch and needing his magnificent manhood inside her.

It was all the Fairy Godmother’s doing; of course, the little ones didn’t know that. They just thought it was lust, and possibly love at first sight.

She hiked her dress up, revealed the very moist panty. “I need. Need it,” she panted, pulling him closer and pointing the tip of his cock right on the entrance way to her tunnel. Her eyes stared and pled into his, admiring his charming and horny grin.

Where they were standing was close by the wall of the stairs, not far from the bottom. He pushed her back until she was against the wall, grabbed her ass cheeks in both hands, and lifted her up so that he had plenty of room to enter her. Luckily she wasn't big, so he held her up easily.

She guided him as he inserted just the bulbous head, gasping as he pushed past her pussy lips which had never had anything bigger than a small dildo inside them before. God, she was so tight! She must not have had many, if any, men before. To his lust-soaked brain, it didn't matter. He registered it only in passing as a curiosity.

"Are you ready?" he asked huskily. She nodded, fearful yet excited.

With one Herculean thrust he pushed his massive tool home, as deep as he could push it. Her tunnel walls resisted, yielding reluctantly--they'd never experienced anything like this before! He stood with her ass cupped in his hands, her arms locked behind his neck, while things adjusted down there. When he felt her canal finally relax, he began pumping in and out, releasing all the pent-up sexual energy of the past few weeks.

With every inward thrust she lifted several inches from the force of his hips, then dropped again as he withdrew only to thrust forward again...in, out...in out, in a semi-rapid, steady rhythm--in, out...in, out...

He was delirious with pleasure. It felt so good to be fucking again, and with such a beautiful, wonderful, delightful creature such as her.

Cinderella

Ella knew he’s much bigger than her dildo-friend, but didn’t fully understand until he thrust it deep inside her. She screamed from pain, but it felt so amazing at the same time. Her body produced an abundance of juice to lubricate her tight vagina. Normally, a girl like her couldn’t take a massive cock like his. Fortunately she had a little magic help. It allowed her to accommodate his length, but at the same time milked his shaft She still felt every centimeter stretching apart.

He grabbed on her ass tightly while began to bump his tool in and out of her. Her back scrapped against the wall while her boobs bounced up and down. She bit down on the hem of her dress to muffle her screams. This felt hundred times better than her wood gift. It was amazing. She wasn’t sure if she will ever be content with anything else but his cock from now on.

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The Fairy Godmother made her back into the ballroom. She lingered just outside the front door when she heard a loud shriek that was filled with pain and pleasure. She not only recognized that girl’s voice but also knew why she screamed. Her dark lips curled slightly up and muttered under her breath, “Charming, what a good boy.”

“Now where’s mine?” She slipped through the archway. She turned into an exotic teak-wood skin woman with full plum lips, large dark eyes, and long curly flowy black hair. Her bosom stretched short shimmery top. Her belly was exposed along with the bottom curves of her breasts. Her nipples protruded under the fabric. The matching mini-skirt barely covered her ass.

She spotted her King sitting on his throne. As she made her way to him, no one else seemed to notice her except for his majesty. She twirled and spun, dancing to the music along the way. Between each few step, she began to peel off her cloth. His eyes watched her tentatively. His groin strained painfully inside his pants. He muttered to himself, “God, Gigi. You’re exquisite.”

By the time she stood right before him, she was completely naked with a wand in hand. Her breasts were at his eyes level. Her pussy shaved and glistered just as he liked it. “Well, your majesty, don’t just sit there.” Her planted her palms on his knees as her hips swayed left to right.

“But...but...” His eyes darted around the roomful of people and guests. With a wave of her wand, the King’s cloth disappeared. “What...”

“Shhhhhh,” she interrupted him and then forcefully pried his legs part while reassured him, “All they see is a king on his throne. Now, this little prince,” she traced the tip of her wand from the bottom of his shaft all the way up to its head, “needs some attention.” With one swift movement, she devoured his cock hungrily. Her fat lips clutched around him as it slipped deep inside her wet warm mouth. It went all the way back of her throat. Her tongue scrapped along his shaft while her hand fondled with his balls sack.

“Ooooh. Jessssssus.” He held on the armrests for support. His head leaned back onto the chair but his eyes cast down between his legs. Their eyes locked as she bumped his cock in and out of her expert mouth.

Charming was a little startled when she screamed, but only a little--most women had an adverse reaction when they first felt his shaft penetrate. He was worried about being discovered, of course, but not very. He was the Prince--if he felt like fucking a girl in the garden, who was going to prevent him?

He was astonished when he was able to sink his entire length into her. Most women complained that it hurt, so he usually only pushed in so far. But she...she not only took it all, her pussy walls were rippling around and up and down the length of his iron-hard member. This was extraordinary! He'd never felt anything like it, and little pleasure bombs were going off in his groin, shooting random sparks along his nerve endings to his brain like jolts of electricity.

He loved the way her boobs bounced against his chest, and the way her ass cheeks perfectly fit his hands. When she locked her ankles behind his back, urging him to go deeper, faster, harder, he knew: This was the woman he wanted to marry. This was going to be the love of his life.

Panting and gasping, he redoubled his efforts, ramming in and out as fast as his back and hip muscles could move. His orgasm was building swiftly; he wouldn't last long like this...

Cinderella

His cock felt ten, no hundred times much better than the dildo back home. He pumped it in and out of her. Vines throbbed against her walls. He felt so good, filled her hole completely. It was getting addictive. Ella loved it more by the seconds. She completely forgot her original purpose to the ball, dancing and meeting the royalties.

Ella leaned into him with her arms wrapped on his shoulders and legs locked around his back. She took his mouth into hers and looked into his dark unknown eyes. Actually everything about him was a mystery, from his identity to his impressive tool. That didn’t matter for Ella right now. She just wanted more of him, deeper inside her. She begged breathlessly, “Fas. Faster. Ha. Harder. More. More.”

Her vagina was on fire. The tingling sensation in her abdomen intensified. It turned into a sharp and intensive yet pleasurable pain. Her clit pulsated immensely, then it throbbed repeatedly.

She whispered coarsely, "I. I'm. Cu. Cummming."

Ella dug her teeth into his neck when she reached her orgasm to muffle out her pleasure scream. All her limbs tightened around him as she came. Her juices gushed and dripped down his pole. It lasted for few long seconds then she went completely limp.

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The Fairy Godmother head bobbed up and down between the King’s legs. Her teeth scrapped on his shaft while his fingers ran through her hair. His eyes, barely opened from the pleasure, scanned the ballroom. The guests were still there mingling among themselves, oblivious to his sexual act. It turned him on even more. He pressed on and kept her head down, nesting his cock deep inside her throat. “Yeeesss.”

She didn’t resist. Without gagging, her throat to tightened around the head of his cock. She squeezed his balls while her eyes looked up him. His eyes rolled back and lips pursed, tall-tale signs of his climax. Her mouth clamped around him tighter, anticipated for his cum.

Seconds later, streams of hot gooey cum shot inside her mouth. She felt it strike her throat and oozed down. She sucked harder, swallowing his seeds. The taste of him aroused her. Her slit glistered with her own fluid. She finally pulled up, his cock slipped out of her mouth with a light plop.

"Time for some riding, your highness." She smirked with cum dripping down her chin. She straddled the King. His cock, quickly hardened again thanks to her wand, pierced right into her like hot knife through butter. The Fairy God Mother moaned. She began to ride him in the same rhythm as the music playing the background.

Charming couldn't hold out any longer. When she came, her pussy massaged his cock in a way he'd never felt before. He was used to vaginal walls tightening during a woman's orgasm, but this--this was totally outside his experience. It sent him over the edge.

He hardly felt the pain when she bit into his shoulder; other sensations were exploding like bombs in his mind and behind his eyes. White fire shot from his groin down every nerve path, burning away any other feeling but the intense pleasure of his climax. He knew he was pumping jet after jet of thick, white jism deep insider of her as his balls emptied themselves violently and convulsively . He shook. He gasped. He would have screamed himself, but he bit down on his own lip to prevent it.

It went on and on for what seemed like eons, but was only seconds. Then he felt her go limp in his arms, and he almost collapsed to the ground himself, his legs were so shaky and weak. Thank God she was leaning against the wall or he would have dropped her.

He leaned against her where she was propped against the stone, panting heavily. Between pants he covered her face with kisses, his hands moving up and down her back and sides soothingly. "I love you," he whispered hoarsely. "I need you. Don't ever leave me..."

Cinderella

Her pussy was doing crazy thing tonight, but she wasn’t complaining - neither was he. Her inner-walls vibrated, rippling up and down his length and milking him as he ejaculated. His seeds exploded and shot rapidly inside her. She felt every trickle and droplet. It was heavenly.

“And I love you,” she breathed into him between their kisses. It was strange and impossible to love someone so quick. Yet, it felt right. The moment seemed so magically like it was a match made in heaven. It seemed right. He felt right, and not just how perfectly his cock fits inside her or how much her pussy craves for him. “Why would I ever leav---.”

The clock stroked loudly overhead. Ella had lost track of time in all these ecstasies, but the rings reminded her of the midnight curfew. “What time it is?”

She hastily unwrapped her limps from him. She pulled her hips away from him, reluctantly slid his cock out. She frantically looked around until she saw the large clock tower. “Oh no! It’s midnight!”

The bell continued to strike its way to twelve. Once that clock stopped, she would revert back to a simpleton girl in crappy cloth and ashy face. What if all of these enhancements, such as her breasts, amazing libido and wonderful womanhood, disappeared as well? Would he still love her then? She couldn’t chance that. It was better to leave on a high note.

“I need to go. Good bye.” Ella then ran off without other explanation or give him a chance to stop her. She didn’t want to but had to.

Charming was stunned. She'd just professed her love, and now she was running away?? He tried to run after her, but tripped--his pants were still around his ankles, and he fell heavily, crashing through evergreen boughs on his way to the ground. He shot out his hands just in time to keep from breaking his nose.

Hastily he righted himself, pulled his pants up, and hurriedly buckled himself together as he tried to run after her. "Wait! Wait...!" he called desperately, but he was too late. By the time he rounded the corner of the balustrade, she was nowhere to be seen.

He cast about desperately, trying to catch a glimpse of her, but there was nothing. He wanted to run, to search, but he had no idea where. He thought about calling out the guards to search the grounds, but on what pretext? How would he explain himself?

In an instant he decided: He didn't care. All that mattered now was to find her, and hold her, and keep her by his side forever. "Guards!" he cried out in a panic. "GUARDS!"

Men came rushing from every direction, alarmed by the tone of his voice. "Your Highness?" one of them asked with trepidation. "A girl, about so tall," he indicated with his hand," blonde, in a blue dress. Find her! Now! Go! Search every corner, every crack, every crevice, but find her! And bring her to me!"

They scattered in every direction, the officers coordinating search parties. He stood, panting in the moonlight. He had to find her. He had to!