Naughty Fairytales: Cinderella - Open

[ChaseMePleez]

The music boomed throughout the room, pulsing a beat against the walls. Cindy walked into the underground club Palace dressed to kill. Her godmother, who lived next door, had finally had enough with Cindy's stepmother pushing the girl around and took steps to aid her. The black leather cat suit she wore had been her godmother's back in the day and Cindy's body made it look delectable. A generous bust paired with a slim waist and round hips made her a goddess in black. Her long brown hair was curled down her back and she wore a simple black mask that made her green eyes to glow. Tonight was the annual masquerade hosted by the club's owner Paul Charmaine. He was every woman's dark fantasy and she had to meet him, even if it was only once. The one and only thing she carried with her was a glass dildo that had been given to her by her godmother as a gift. It lay inside the black velvet bag that was strapped to her wrist.

She knew she had to be careful. If her stepmother found her in the club, it would be over. Cindy walked through the crowd of people, looking around. On the walls were men and women strapped against the walls in sexual positions as they were touched and fucked by their doms. She felt her nipples harden as she watched one of the female being penetrated with a vibrator. Her pussy was already starting to ache. She walked further down to where the fights were taking place. It was well-known that Charmaine's real hobby lay in MMA fighting. He was known to compete every now and again.

Cindy finally reached the back where it was more isolated. Red leather loveseats were situated around the outer parts of the room. Several couples were engaged in sexual play and one gentleman was getting a blow job from a blonde with silicone tits. The middle of the room was designated as a dance floor. She had yet to meet the mysterious owner so she decided to let herself get lost in the music.

Rihanna's Rehab blared over the loud speakers and she closed her eyes, letting the music guide her body to the beat. She no idea the attention to herself. In her semi-aroused state her movements mimicked a lover's hands on her body. Someone was watching her with a keen eye. Ignorant of the on-goers staring, Cindy's body gyrated against the others in the large mass of people. Others in the crowd took it upon themselves to run their hands along her body and she gasped at the touches. Her eyes clouded with the lust that burned through her.

Suddenly she felt a strong male hand slide it's way up her back. The male tugged her hair so she may turn her face towards him. His hands danced over the catsuit that hugged her body like a second skin. He pressed her against him close enough for her to feel every inch of him. She took in a breath at the sensual position. She began to move against him, urging him to move with her. Who was he?

 

[saedo]

Paul "Prince" Charmaine prowled through his party. There was a good turnout tonight. The various rooms were filled with guests.

Tonight was his annual masquerade, which lent the air a special charge. The masks gave everyone the illusion of anonymity. For many, this proved license to experiment openly with behaviors they never would have otherwise.

His club always had a sexy vibe, but on costume nights the place transformed into a barely restrained orgy. Every room has at least a few - if not dozens - of bodies coupling in carnal embrace.

He himself had taken part in two scenes already. The first had featured a naughty schoolgirl. The leggy blonde had delightfully draped herself across his lap so that "Daddy" might punish her for her sins. Paul had smacked her taut little rear with a torrent of blows until both her butt cheeks were a fierce red. In the process, she'd sobbed and squealed her way through at least a pair of orgasms that left her pristine white panties soaked through.

The second had him strapped down on his back at the mercy of a half-naked dominatrix. Though diminutive in stature, her forceful will had been delectable to yield to. With his arms tied down, she had ground her dark muff into his face as she commanded him to to get her off.

Paul had yet to let himself achieve release. Partly it was a question of physics. Just shifting that much blood around took time. Partly it was his own idea of foreplay. By arousing himself and foregoing immediate satisfaction, his ultimate pleasure would be all the more intense.

He was ready now, though. He could see it in the looks he garnered as he glided through the club. The appraising glances towards his crotch from women - and even some of the men - suggested his engorged arousal was plain to see beneath the snug pants.

He didn't have a fixed idea in mind as to what he sought, but he knew immediately when he saw it. The young woman gyrated to the music. The tight catsuit seemed molded to her body - and what a body it was. Large, full breasts rode high on her chest, their thick nipples proof that she was no stranger to the lust coursing through the club. The flare of her hips already conjured images of him gripping her firmly with both hands as he pistoned into her. Oh, she'd be a tight one, he was sure of it.

He sidled up to her from behind, his hands caressing her flesh through the taut outfit. He leaned into her, his heat and strength hard against her soft curves. "Take this off," he growled. She would have no illusions as to his intent or approach. The question was only as to her response. Would she rationally retreat before this rutting beast split wide her tender flesh in its wanton lust? Or would her logic crumble before libido and welcome the ravishment he promised?

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Cindy gasped at the feel of that hard body behind her. She looked back at him to see intense eyes that were clouded with lust. Her pert round bottom slowly rubbed up against a very impressive arousal, making her body shake at its size. Still looking at him, she slowly pulled at the zipper of the catsuit, allowing it to part only a little, giving him a peek at the curve of her breasts. His growl vibrated against her skin in erotic ripples, making goosebumps appear on her flesh.

There was no mistaking that commanding presence for anyone else. Cindy knew too well Charmaine's reputation with women. All she said to him was, "Yes, my prince." She peeled back the tight material to expose one soft, creamy breast to him. Even before this night she had heard tales of what Paul "Prince" Charmaine could do to a woman. It was said he could leave a girl with memories of one night together that could bring them to orgasm again during masturbation.

His touch was said to be so potent that no man would be able to match him. Cindy could see for herself that the air about him was incredibly charged with sexuality. To be in his presence was to want him and she did. She could feel the insides of her pussy creaming in hopes of him touching her. Her clit throbbed like a little heartbeat beneath the tight leather. She leaned into him and smelled his skin, closing her eyes as she took him in. "Where do you want me, my prince?"

His imposing body guided her to a divider that was set up near by. Behind it lay a bed dressing in red and black linens, cuffs and other restraints on the head and foot boards. An assortment of all kinds of toys lay along a black table. Cindy pulled out the glass dildo her godmother had given to her before she left to come her and placed it among the toys.

The sight of the black blindfold made her tremble hard. Something about not being able to see when and where a touch may come was incredibly arousing to her. Her thoughts were interrupted when she was turned around and his lips came down on hers roughly. She felt his large hand on her breast and she moaned approvingly at the touch. His touch was warm, sensual and firm on her flesh. Her lips escaped his for only a moment and she gasped. "May I touch you, my prince?"

She waited for his approval before letting her hand travel to the crotch of his pants. Cindy felt his tongue lick at the roof of her mouth and her nimble fingers rubbed at him through his pants. His size alone was enough to intimidate anyone and the intensity of his lust made her body shake. Just the thought of this massive arousal inside her was soaking the lips of her pussy.

"Off." She heard him growl again. Cindy complied. "Yes, my prince." Slowly she allowed him to view her body in detail as she peeled the remained of the cat suit from her body. Her boots were the last to hit the ground when she looked up at him again. His expression could almost be called dangerous.

 

[saedo]

She leaned back to look at him as he squeezed her firm buttocks. It took but a moment for her hand to rise to the zipper at the neckline of her catsuit. He resisted a grin at the sound of the metal teeth parting all the way down to her navel.

He could not hold off his grin as she parted the leather so that one surprisingly massive breast could spill forth. Oh, he'd seen she was busty when she'd first caught his eye, but the lovely globe now arcing freely from her chest was easily half again what he'd expected.

She leaned back into his body, subtly thrusting her chest forward to further highlight the prominence of her one naked breast. "Where do you want me, my prince?" she inquired.

Paul guided his prize into one of his favorite nooks. It featured no direct sight lines to the rest of the room - providing a semblance of privacy. However, sufficient sound from their neighbors leaked in to remind them that potential observers were mere yards away.

She trembled slightly as he paused to let her look at the various toys and tools the nook was furnished with. To his surprise, she produced one of her own - a clear, crystalline tube with a rounded tip. Ah, a dildo. But it didn't seem to be made of the usual plastic. He made a note to get a closer look later on.

In the meantime, he spun her around and brought her face to his. His kiss was rough and firm, his fingers twining amongst her pale locks as he held her close. With his free hand, he caressed the underside of her breast. The firm flesh felt delightful to his touch.

When their lips parted, she said quietly "May I touch you, my prince?" Paul nodded and felt her fingers gingerly feel their way down the front of his pants. When they encountered his swelling cock, her entire body shuddered briefly. Paul's bright white teeth gleamed in a swift smile. Oh, he was going to enjoy this one.

"Off," he commanded again.

"Yes, my prince." She peeled back the catsuit further, revealing a breast as equally massive and breathtaking as the first. Her nipples - easily thicker than his thumb - were erect and traced delightful patterns in the air as she struggled to remove the skintight suit. Oh, he'd definitely have to feel them wrapped around his cock before the night was through.

His attention shifted to her crotch as she at last managed to slip the suit past her curvaceous hips. Her nether region was smooth and tender. His grin flashed again as he caught a glint of moisture along her pussy lips. He'd hardly touched her and already she was wet for him. Excellent.

Paul considered shedding his clothing as well, but decided to stretch things out a bit. He took off his shirt, exposing a lightly tanned chest with a dark V of hair at the center of his chest. However, he left his tight pants on. Tailored expressly for his endowment, the limited confines actually were too small for him to achieve a full erection. This self-denial made sexual arousal mildly painful to endure, but Paul found that this only enhanced his pleasure when he at last disrobed.

Paul wasted no time. One large hand swung down and cupped her naked sex. He teased his fingers across her moist lips while his palm brushed against her very stiff clit. Soon his hand was coated with her juices.

Using nothing but pressure on her pussy, he guided her over to the low shelf containing the various sex implements. "If you bring your own toy, I must assume you enjoy playing with them. What shall we try first? This? Or perhaps that?"

Paul pointed to some of the various items, half-expecting her to pick the clear dildo she'd brought. However, her entire body trembled as his hand brushed past a small selection of blindfolds. "Oh, is this what you like?" he inquired coyly. The surge of warmth against his hand was all the confirmation he needed.

He picked up one that looked to be the right size for her face. He held forth the soft, black cloth. "Put it on," he commanded. "Then we'll see whether I can get you to cum with just one hand."

 

[ChaseMePleez]

His kiss tasted of dark sensuality and good whiskey. This man never did anything half way when it came to his desires. Cindy had heard the rumors about him over the last year since the club opened. She had wiled away the hours of her servitude daydreaming about being in his bed. His touch was so overwhelming to her,like a tsunami he was unstoppable when he wanted something.

The feel of the cool air that bathed her naked breast made her gasp as he nipple hardened. Slowly she watched him as the catsuit came off. The hunger in those intense eyes made her shiver in anticipation. Cindy enjoyed revealing herself to him, letting him take in her flesh. Tha catsuit left very little to the imagination the way it clung to her like a second skin.

His kiss had just wet her appetite for him and she wanted more. It had been him Cindy had risked everything for to see, to be with. One night with this man was said to change how a woman saw things. The moisture evident on hr pussy was no great surprise. Charmaine was incredible attractive and well made, a body made for strenth and endurance. His eyes were what spoke to her the most. There was no hiding the hunger there and she could see it blazing potently right now.

She licked at her lips when she saw that expanse of flesh once his shirt was off. Every part of him was a dark invitation for sin. Cindy had to hold onto him when he gripped her dripping pussy. She followed him to the table where the toys sat and her heart jumped into her throat in excitement. She placed the blindfold over her face and the world around her disappeared.

Cindy could almost feel his face near her and she could smell his skin. A low moan erupted from her lips and the moisture between her legs covered his fingers that were still gripping her pussy. She felt a single digit enter her slit and her body jerked. The little cry that she let out was muffled by the sound of his chuckling. She had always been incredibly responsive to touch.

She could feel the music that played outside their little section pumping through her body, increasing the throb in her clit. A thumb circled her throbbing clit and she clung to him, her knees feeling a little weak.

 

[saedo]

He chuckled as she squirmed and moaned at his touch. Seems this luscious delight really did enjoy being blindfolded. Within moments it became clear that it was not a question of if he could get her off with one hand, but merely how quickly he could do it.

But speed was not on his mind tonight. If she was this enthused, most any man - or woman - at the party could get her off. No, let her see what a skilled practitioner could do.

Her body proved remarkably easy to read . The pitch of her moans, the throbbing pulse of her heart, the fluttering contractions of her vaginal muscles - all of it provided him clear signals of her arousal. With this information, he spun her up just moments from the brink - and stopped.

She mewed softly in protest. That made him laugh. No doubt in her mind orgasm was so close she could taste it, yet here he dangled it just out of reach.

Her grip on him tightened and her hips started to grind against his hand - trying to eke out that extra bit of stimulation to push her over. He responded by clamping his free hand around one of her buttocks and squeezing hard. She yelped as his fingers dug into the flesh. "Ah ah ah," he cautioned. "No cheating. I'll make you cum when I decide you're ready." He could feel the tension in her cheek, but she ceased her attempt to grind.

Chuckling, he returned his attentions to her pussy. Even moist as it was, his single digit seemed a snug fit inside her. He flexed it as much as the confines would allow, delighting in how eagerly her body responded.

Meanwhile he bent his mouth to one of her creamy mounds. Her nipple was one of the thickest he'd see and he joyously began sucking on it. God, she had incredible breasts! He couldn't wait to feel them wrapped around his cock.

He gradually eased her close to orgasm once more before dialing her back just shy of the edge. He began the process a third time with the intention of making her wait, but this third ascent had clutching at him so hard that her nails were drawing blood. Grinning widely, he growled amiably,"Now you're ready. Cum for me, my darling!"