Cinderella: Bound for the Prince
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His prick was so hot and hard when she touched it. She had a difficult time trapping it, so excited from her touch. She couldn’t take her eyes off his prick as her toes made it stand up tall. The head was smooth, but it glistened from his leaking juices. When she moved her toes on his prick, tiny drops leaked out of the head. Her toes crept up to the ridge that surrounded the thicker, smooth head. She pushed up, extending his prick higher into the air as if she made it grow longer. She could see the loose skin on the shaft stretch and the thick veins pulsated with his throbbing blood. She wiggled her toes all around the hot flesh as she moved her feet back and forth to stroke it. She’d expected that it would be difficult to do, but she learned quickly, and her feet and toes moved just as her hands and fingers would. Then, her toes moved down between his legs. He spread his legs wider, and she could see the heavy bag hang down between his legs like a sack of potatoes. The bag was covered in thick, black, wiry hair. When her toes touched it, it was like an empty bag. She found the elusive balls that slid so easily inside. It was a game as her toes chased them around until she could trap them.
“Yes, pleasure me, Cinderella.” He finally broke the silence. He was too far gone to stop, even if she wanted to.
Her toes moved aggressively, stroking his prick while her other foot prodded and poked at the sack between his legs. She got his lower body moving. She’d seen Mary’s beau’s face when he got his pleasure, just the way Straparola’s face was now. She moved faster as his prick swelled beneath her feet.
“AAAWWWW!” Straparola cried out in pleasure as her toes chased the cum from his balls. He could feel her toes milk his shaft as the cum raced out.
She knew it would happen but didn’t expect it like this. It was as if his prick was a volcano. The head of it erupted. Thick white crème shot up into the air, and then, the sheer volume of it dragged it back down until it fell over her toes. It was so hot, like molten lava, but her toes never deserted its task. She knew he wasn’t finished. She rubbed his prick until it erupted again, this time not as high but just as profuse. The thick white crème ran slowly down her toes, but it made her toes slippery, and she could caress his prick easier.
It felt like he hadn’t cum for years, his balls drained of his cum by her expert toes. She never looked away as he came on her feet, nor pulled her feet away. She continued to rub him as he shot two more times, not as profuse but just as pleasurable. She learned quickly, stroking slowly as he finished, but she didn’t move her feet away. Without pulling up his pants, he leaned forward and grabbed her glass shoes. He placed them gently on each of her feet. They slid in easily, her feet still coated in his slippery seed. She didn’t protest, too excited at what she’d done and what she had to look forward to. Only when he put her feet on the ground did he pull up his pants. “Enjoy the ball, Cinderella. But, don’t forget. You have to be home by midnight. If you’re not, your carriage, horses, horsemen and your clothes will turn back to what they were.”
She was off to the ball.
Chapter 3
The Prince Meets a Princess
Cinderella felt so elegant when the footman held open the door to the silver carriage. The black horses snarled as they fought to be free and run. The seats inside were red velvet plush with the shades drawn to keep out the chill. As soon as the footman closed the door, she raised the shade. She wanted to see and be seen by all. She was thrown back in the seat as the horses were let loose and charged down the road at a gallop. The road was bumpy, but it had been a long time since Cinderella rode in a carriage, never mind one this fine.
It wasn’t long before they came to the gate of the prince’s castle. It was lit with candles, as the lights flickered off the flowers that surrounded the black iron gate. The carriage pulled up in front of the castle, the line of carriages in front of them quickly exited. The footman held the door open as Cinderella stepped out, balancing precariously on the four-inch heels until she could get used to them.
The front of the castle was lit up with torches, and flowers were everywhere, softening the harsh glow of the torches. Cinderella never saw so many elegantly dressed men and women, all in their finery, all had masks to cover their eyes. The masks were so elaborate some crusted in jewels. Cinderella felt safe behind her silver mask; sure that no one would recognize her.
It was as though she was a queen as she walked down the red carpet and entered the grand ballroom. An orchestra played a soft, slow waltz as the cut-glass chandeliers twinkled from the hundreds of candles that lit them. It took only minutes before a man appeared in front of her, taking her hand and kissing it gently.
“You are the loveliest creature at his ball, M’lady.” Lord Blankford bowed graciously.
“You are most kind, Sir,” Cinderella tried to learn to take compliments after so many years of being told she was ugly and dimwitted.
“I’m Lord Blankford; what may I call you besides beautiful?”
She had to think quickly. “Ella.”
“Ella, as short as it is fitting your beauty. May I have this dance?”
“I’m not sure I’m a good dancer, Lord Blankford.” He was a much older man, distinguished and handsome nonetheless. He wore a crisp white tuxedo and was fit and slim. His long black hair was slicked back, and he smelled of expensive cologne. She saw no ring on his finger, but aristocratic men were known to be deceivers with wives that looked the other way to their philandering ways.
He took her hand and led her off to the dance floor without responding. His firm grip enclosed her waist as he pulled her gently against him. Before she could say a word in protest, they were gliding across the floor as if they were one. He took her breath away as he took possession of her as though they’d known each other for years. He began to draw her closer until she felt his body press up against hers. She never felt anything like it before, a man pressed up against her body as if they fit together perfectly.
It was as if her feet weren’t connected to her brain. They glided along the floor without so much as a thought, for all of Cinderella’s thoughts were consumed by the feel of a man pressed against hers. All of her sexual fantasies came alive in her head, and she couldn’t stop the arousal that flooded her body. Her naked body was enclosed in soft silk undergarments that caressed her body as she hoped a man would do. Her nipples sprang to such hardness that they ached beneath her dress. She felt ripples of excitement between her thighs that only her fingers had been able to extinguish.
“Your body glides so confidently, Ella, yet I’ve never seen you before. Where have you been hidden?” He could feel her firm breasts push into his chest as his hand slid a bit lower, down to her upper hip without being too bold.
“I’ve always been here, Lord Blankford, you’ve just never seen me,” she teased him.
“Call me James.” He twirled her to the music.
Prince Michael was inundated with fine women the minute he walked into the ballroom, but that was the purpose of this ball. He hoped to find the right woman that would inspire him in life but also in his boudoir. Like all aristocrats, he had special tastes, and he wouldn’t give them up for any woman.
Lady Browning tore through the ballroom with Elizabet and Mary in tow as soon as she saw Prince Michael. She pushed her way to the front until she came to Prince Michael. She’d never seen him in person, but she’d heard the descriptions of him, but none could adequately describe him. He was tall, with dark brown hair, a slim body, but he had a firm chest and muscular arms. She looked down to see his thighs were just as muscular as his arms, and she couldn’t draw her eyes from the bulge in his trousers, sure they were cut to show his manhood in its best manner. If I were only a few years younger, I’d seduce him.
Michael hated when mothers dragged their daughters in tow to meet him as if they were the most beautiful women in the room. It they were, he’d be drawn to them, not the other way around.
“Your Highness,” Lady Browning curtsied. “May I introduce my two beautiful daughters, Elizabet and Mary?”
“Would you like to dance with either of them, Prince Michael,” Lady Browning boldly asked.
Without so much as a hesitation, he said, “Lord Blankford is just finishing up dancing with my next partner.” He’d looked around quickly to find the excuse he needed, but he didn’t expect to find such beauty. “Excuse me.” He walked over to Lord Blankford and left Lady Browning without another word.
Lady Browning huffed and puffed. “You shouldn’t have eaten so much the last couple of days, Elizabet,” she blamed her. She turned to Mary. “Couldn’t you say something to him?” She dragged them away as she looked at the woman he rushed off to find. She’d never seen her before, but she couldn’t deny her beauty, and she dressed as though she spent days getting ready.
From afar, Lord Hubert Storr watched what happened with Prince Michael and Lady Browning. He’d watched her since she arrived with her two daughters, but it was Mary that caught his eye. She had a mischievous walk and twinkle in her eye, but she was the younger of Lady Browning’s two daughters. From what he ascertained from the young men she entertained, she was chaste, though she did have an innate ability to keep the men interested and satisfied.
Lady Browning felt a hand on her arm and turned to see a charming gentleman next to her. He was dressed in a black tuxedo that was sculptured to his body. His brown hair was slicked back, a small beard covered his face but it was trimmed meticulously. She looked at the firm hand that touched her with such gentleness.
“Excuse me, Lady Browning, I’m Lord Hubert Storr. I couldn’t help but notice you and your lovely daughters. You’re so young to have such grown women.”
“Why thank you for the generous compliment.” Have I found a beau for me in this stylish gentleman? “These are my daughters, Elizabet and Mary.”
He took Elizabet’s hand and kissed it and did the same to Mary, but his hand lingered on hers after the kiss of her soft hand. “No one rivals you, Mary. The prince is a fool not to see that.” He looked into her eyes with a deep gaze.
Mary never had a man touch her like this one. All her other beaus were young men that were easily controlled by her charm, but Lord Storr was much older, in his late forties if she were correct, twice her age. He was rich and dominating in his personality, and he looked at her with a stare that scared her or excited her, not sure which. “Thank you, Lord Storr; you make me blush with your compliment.”
“Might I have a dance with Mary, Lady Browning?”
“But of course, she’d be honored.”
Mary had no say in it, but she would’ve accepted if she were asked. Lord Storr took her out, and he pulled her up against him as though they were lovers. He was an exceptional dancer, not like the awkward beaus she’d dated. It was as though his body moved in tune with the music as she struggled to keep up with his grace. He began to talk to her, asking her questions about herself, and she surprised herself by opening up to him. She felt comfortable with him.
They had punch between dances, but he never let her out of his sight. He monopolized her, but at least it kept her away from her mother’s wrath and anger over Prince Michael. She never expected to feel this way about an older man, but she couldn’t deny that he knew the way to charm a woman. It was this reason she found comfort in his hands. He thought of her as a woman. As they danced, his hand around her waist began to take liberties, just as her young beaus had tried before. His hand slid from her waist to over the gentle swell of her buttock. She didn’t do anything, but as they moved to the dark side of the dance floor, he grew bolder, and soon, his hand curled around her buttock with such conviction. She reached back and pulled his hand up to her waist. What happened next surprised her. His hand slid back down and cupped her buttock. She moved her hand down once again to remove it, but this time, he didn’t budge. In fact, his fingers clenched deeper into her buttock and pulled her closer to him. Then, she felt his erection move against her mound, jumping in excitement as he clenched her buttock. She should slap his face, but she did nothing, moving her hand back up as he continued to press his erection against her mound and take liberties with her buttock.
He took her onto the balcony after the music stopped. He could see the way her chest heaved as she struggled to fill her lungs. As they stood on the balcony overlooking the valley, he turned her toward him. His hand went under her chin softly and tilted her head back. “I’m going to kiss you, Mary.” It wasn’t a question but a statement of fact.
Her mouth was only inches from his, and she could feel his warm breath blow on her lips. His body was pressed up close to hers, and his hand took possession of her chin to pose her lips for his kiss. She couldn’t say a word in protest as his lips touched hers with such softness, not like the urgent kisses of the young men that were eager for much more. His wet lips touched hers, and then, she felt the gentle probing of his wet tongue in her mouth. The penetration of her mouth shocked her, but it explored with such gentleness, and she soon found her tongue reach out to touch his as if he ordered her to obey. The kiss grew long and passionate, his mouth pushed harder against hers, and soon, his rock-hard prick rubbed her mound to make her shiver with fear. She feared that she liked it too much.
She kissed him back passionately when her tongue dueled with his. He felt her lower body rub his prick, making it quiver with excitement. His hand slid up her waist and he felt her lips quiver and her body shake as she realized what he would do, yet her hand was around his waist and the other behind his neck when he found the soft swell of her young, firm breast with his hand.
She couldn’t stop the wetness between her legs as his prick rubbed her quim and his hand fondled her breast. His finger played over her naked cleavage, and her nipples swelled in anticipation. She couldn’t stop her body from surrendering.
After he broke the kiss, he held her trembling body next to his. She couldn’t control her emotions, and he liked that. He nuzzled her soft neck with his lips, and her nipples pushed prominently out the front of her dress, unable to hide the hard tips. The light dusting of his fingertips across the hard nubs made her gasp in pleasure.
She was putty in his arms. She was glad that the ball would soon be over, not sure she could contain her body any longer from his command. Her quim was soaked, and his slightest touch of her body sent shivers of impending orgasm racing through her body. She didn’t understand the way she surrendered to his touch and feared what would happen.
Hubert brought Mary back to Lady Browning. “I hope I didn’t monopolize Mary’s evening, but I couldn’t stay away from her.” He turned to Mary and took her hand. He kissed her soft flesh with his wet lips. “Good night, Mary. I will see you again.”
“Thank you, Lord Storr. I’ve never had such an evening before.” She shivered until he released her hand. She watched him walk away.
“He’s too old for you, Mary,” Elizabet grumbled.
“Nonsense, Elizabet. An older man could teach either of you the pleasures that only experience brings. He’s handsome, rich and experienced. What else would you look for in a partner?” Lady Browning needed money to continue in the life style she grew accustomed to. It proved more difficult every year to find a man for herself. It was time that one of her daughters provided for her instead of the other way around. So far, it didn’t look like Prince Michael had an interest in either of her daughters, but Lord Storr seemed enamored with Mary. She would check on his credentials tomorrow. With her help, Lord Storr could guide her into the right decision.
Cinderella couldn’t breathe when she saw him, followed by an entourage. It had to be him. She turned to see who was behind her that he was headed for but was surprised when there was no one but
her.
When Michael left Lady Browning standing there, he stood in front of the woman as his eyes took in her beauty. From her hair piled on her head to her full breasts pushed up so proudly and the white bosom that was revealed, a simple gold cross hung between them that guided his eyes to the deep valley. She had full, womanly hips and a nice ass that was sculptured in the dress, and her feet were perched on high glass slippers with bands around her ankles as if they were bound. “Aren’t you going to introduce us, Lord Blankford?”
James bowed to the prince. “Prince Michael, may I introduce Ella.”
Michael took her soft hand and kissed it gently. He drew his lips from it but held her hand. “How is that I haven’t met the most beautiful woman in my kingdom before?”
“You just have, Prince Michael,” she boldly said. She felt him hold her hand as she tried to contain the shiver that ran through her body. Lady Browning had spoken so much about the prince and her desire to have one of her daughters marry him, but Cinderella saw him abandon them so abruptly, and from the look on Lady Browning’s face, she wasn’t happy. Cinderella had to hold back the smirk on her face.
Michael waved to the orchestra, and they began to play. “You must dance with me, Ella.”
“I would love to, Prince Michael, I hope you can keep up,” she said smartly, her confidence in dancing greatly improved.
Michael loved a woman with a bit of reluctance yet confident. “I’ll try, Ella.” He scooped her up around the waist and swung her onto the dance floor. He heard her take in a deep breath as he took charge of her. He drew her body to his instantly and couldn’t contain his growing erection when he pushed into her soft body.