Blake climbed on top of her, straddling her chest. He pinned both arms above her head at the wrist with one hand, and used the other to unbutton his pants. After freeing his throbbing cock, he pushed it toward her lips. “Open your mouth.” he directed. She did as she was told, and he slid the tip of his swollen member into her mouth. “Open wider.” Again, Cinderella abided, and he thrust his hips forward causing her to choke on his cock.
“Ugh,” she coughed, “that was harder than I expected.” Blake tensed his grip on her wrists, and brought himself back up to her mouth. She glanced down at the respectably sized, perfectly proportioned member, and hesitated a moment too long. He let go of her wrists so both of his hands would be free, and dropped them down to her breasts. Taking hold of each nipple between the pointer finger and thumb of each hand, he gently twisted them.
“Do you need to be punished, Cinderella?”
She struggled to free herself from between his legs, but it only made the twisting worse. Breathlessly, she tried to acquiesce, “No, Blake, I’ll suck your cock. I’ll do what you want.” This only made him pinch her puffy nipples harder.
“You’ll do what I want?” he asked, “Anything I want?” She fervently nodded. “Okay,” Blake said, as he climbed off of both her and the bed, “Get on your stomach.”
Cinderella did as she was told, rolling over and getting to her hands and knees like in the attic earlier. “Like this?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.
“Sort of.” He reached to his waist and whipped his belt from its loops. He bent it in half and gave her a quick smack across the ass. She yelped, and tensed her body to receive more. But they didn’t come. Instead, Blake pushed her face first into the bed and pulled both arms behind her back. He wound the belt around her wrists, then tightened it and held onto the loose end with his left hand. “Push your ass in the air.” When she didn’t do it fast enough, he yanked the belt, and commanded, “Now, Ella.” Cinderella used her knees and upper body to lift her ass up, and Blake jerked her panties down and then off in one swift motion.
“Turn your head to me, Ella,” he said. After she did, Blake brought the sheer black panties up to her face. “Open your mouth.” She shook her head. Again, he pulled the belt, this time so hard that she had to lift her body up to follow her arms. “I just told you to open your mouth, Ella.”
Cinderella still waffled. However, another yank of the belt was all it took to convince her, and she opened her mouth wide enough for him to shove her own panties in. She could taste her own desire on the fabric, and was glad that it was dark as she flushed with both shame and pleasure.
Behind her, she could hear the sounds of Blake stepping out of his pants. Then, she felt his hands on each side of her ass. His short fingernails dug into her flesh and he ran his hard cock down the small of her back, down her ass, and finally, between her legs. Cinderella made a muffled moaning noise, and he paused to give her a light spank. He stepped back, released her arms from the belt, and then reached down.
“You better be ready for me, Ella,” he whispered, holding on to his cock as he guided himself into her warm, wet recess.
Cinderella arched her neck back in ecstatic relief when she felt his thick member, inch by inch, stretch her pussy. Again, she emitted guttural noises of pleasure through the fabric of her own panties. Blake slowly pumped in and out of her wet hole, while she tried to remember that she needed to be cognizant of how much noise she was making. But it was so hard. She had rarely felt the amount of sexual chemistry that she did with Blake with anyone else. In fact, her sex life had been pretty vanilla before he came around, the thought of which always caused Cinderella to smirk.
“How does it feel?” he asked Cinderella, reaching a hand around to tweak at one of her nipples, and bringing her attention fully back to the present. She made an unintelligible noise. “What?” he said, pinching the nipple harder. Cinderella used her tongue to push the panties out of her mouth, and whispered,
“It feels amazing, Blake.”
“Tell me what it feels like.” He demanded, starting to pump faster.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. “It f-f-f-eels, oh, like…”
He grabbed her other nipple, and cupped both breasts roughly in his palms. “It feels like what?” Blake barked. With that, he shoved into her so hard that she was pushed flat onto her stomach. He released one of her breasts so he could press a hand into the mattress to support his weight as he fucked into her from behind.
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, turning her head so she could be heard, “it feels like your cock is filling me up. You feel so big, Blake. So so big.” She lifted her hips to push hard back on his thrusting, grinding as he entered her. He began to build momentum, and Cinderella could tell from the tensing of his arms that his climax was near. Pulling her up so she was kneeling upright on the bed with him behind her, Blake reached one arm around her front to find her pussy. Alternating between rough pressure and lighter rubbing, his fingers roamed around the general area of her clit and became slick with her juices.
His hand left her for a moment, and she felt his hot whisper of “open your mouth” in her ear. She did, and his wet fingers slid into her mouth, giving her a full taste of her own arousal. He pumped them in and out of her mouth in time with the thrusts of his cock for a minute, and then returned the hand to her folds. This time, he didn’t let up, and soon Cinderella was on the edge as well.
“I’m gonna come, Blake,” She whispered, pressing her head back against his chest as she rode the waves of tension building in her lower body.
With that, he pushed her down to her hands and knees again, and squeezed one of her breasts in each of his hands. Forcefully and frenzied, Blake increased the speed of his thrusts until Cinderella screamed out as her orgasm hit her. Quickly, he moved a hand to cover her mouth, and collapsed into her as his own climax came.
Blake and Cinderella lay curled up on her small bed, facing each other. Resting under the one arm he had casually flung around her, she watched his eyelids flutter as he took deep breaths to steady himself. For the hundredth time, Cinderella found herself wondering why she wasn’t romantically attracted to Blake. It would be easy, if she was. They got along so well, and he had brought up the idea of them seriously dating at least a few times in the years they had known each other. But, something was just missing for her. Blake was too, well, Blake for her tastes. Brusque, hard, and temperamental, with a tendency to fume if things weren’t going the way he wanted. Though, she wasn’t sure if she could find a man with the sexual qualities she desired who wasn’t that way. Cinderella couldn’t imagine a sensitive, poetic soul of a man having much dominance in bed. At least, they never did in her experience. After sighing over these thoughts, she tilted her head up to give him a soft kiss on the chin, and said, “You should really get going before you accidentally fall asleep here.”
Blake yawned and stretched his arms. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t even want to imagine the screaming fit I’d hear in the morning. You sure you don’t want to run off with me, Ella? I could make it worth your while.”
She knew he was half-joking and half-serious, but all she said was, “Goodnight, Blake.”
With that, he rolled out of bed, tugged his clothes back on, and disappeared from her room as quietly as he had come in.
Chapter Three
After Cinderella watched Priscilla and her stepsisters disappear down the long driveway on their way to the ball, she ran out to the garden in tears. It simply wasn’t fair! All she did was clean and listen to their demands, and occasionally fuck Blake, and she deserved some fun. She collapsed onto a stone bench in front of the fountain her father had installed for Priscilla as a wedding gift. She wanted to kick it, but knew that would only succeed in possibly breaking one of her toes. Instead, she indulged her sadness, and buried her face in her hands to wail as though her life was ending.
“Quite the drama queen, aren’t we?” commented an unfamiliar voice.
Startled, Cinderella snapped her head up quickly. In front of her, sitting on the edge of the fountain, was a man she had never seen before. He was incredibly handsome, in a delicate sort of way. Almost like a male ice dancer. He wore clothes of an antiquated design, a billowy black shirt and tan riding pants with dark, high boots. His hair was so blonde that it was nearly white, and his eyes were a bright, icy blue. The sunlight hit his incredibly pale skin and he appeared to almost glow from within. It was a totally unearthly sight, and Cinderella was frozen with surprise and wonder. He stood, rising to about 6 feet, and put his hands on his slim hips. “Well, are you going to cry all night, or are you going to get ready for the ball?”
Cinderella forgot to wonder who he was for a moment, and gasped out, “I c-c-can’t go.” Then, she promptly dropped her head and started to sob again.
“Oh, man,” said the stranger, “Look, honey, I have better things to do with my time, so if you’re going to just give up, I can head on out.”
“Wh-who are you, anyway?” Cinderella asked, standing and meekly looking up at him.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of a Fairy Godfather?” he said flippantly, as he dismissively glanced around the garden.
“But, isn’t it supposed to be a Fairy Godmother? And, they are not real anyway.”
He snorted. “Then what am I doing here? Do most men just appear out of nowhere and offer to help you get ready for a ball?”
“No, but, I mean, where have you been then? Wouldn’t helping me get away from my stepmother be something a Fairy Godfather would do?” Cinderella wasn’t trying to be rude, she just truly didn’t understand why a ball would merit a favor, but not years of being under Priscilla’s thumb.
“Look, I’m actually very sorry that you’ve had a rough life. But magic doesn’t really work the way you mortals expect it to. We’re not super heroes, swooping in and saving people in the nick of time. Anyway, I’m running out of patience here. Do you want my assistance or not?”
At a loss for any other solution, Cinderella simply nodded her head. He certainly wasn’t like any fairy she had read about in books as a child, but she decided to trust him.
“Okay,” he said, “Well, what do you need?”
She looked down at her simple shift dress, and then ran her fingers through her pretty, but plainly styled hair. “A dress. And shoes. And an up-do.” After thinking for a moment, she added, “And a ride to the ball.”
He whistled softly, then said with a smirk, “Well, not asking for a lot, are you? No matter, all of that I can do. However, there is a catch.”
“Um, okay.”
“A little quid pro quo.”
Cinderella took a step back in surprise and nearly tripped over the bench behind her. First, she was presented with a mythical person in her own back yard, and now it seemed he wanted payment. “Excuse me?”
Rolling his eyes, the Fairy Godfather said, “Oh, come off it, princess. Nothing is free, not even in the fairy godfather world. What will you offer me?”
Standing silently for a moment, Cinderella mused on this. What did she have to offer him? She could clean his house, if fairy godfathers even have houses. Maybe cook him dinner? But neither of those things seemed right. And Cinderella found herself wanting to do more. He was very good-looking, in a graceful sort of way. Compared to Blake, he was nearly delicate, but still, she could sense some strength in those arms and hands. Without question, she had been attracted to him from the moment he arrived in the garden. “All right,” she said, “I will offer myself.”
The Fairy Godfather smiled, and stretched his arms out in a hug. “Come here, then.”
Cinderella stepped to him, and he grabbed her face and pulled her in for a deep kiss. He was less forceful than Blake, and almost sweet. As his tongue danced with hers, he ran his hands up and down her body, across her breasts and then down on her ass to pull her tightly in to him. She could feel his hardness pressed against her, and without needing to think about it, Cinderella found herself pressing equally hard against him. His hands located the buttons at the front of her dress, and he began hurriedly ripping them open. She didn’t say a word or make a move of protest as the tatters of her outfit floated to the ground.
He ended the kiss with a gentle nip, and whispered into her hair, “Take off your panties and bra.” Taking a step back from her, he kicked off his boots and began to undo his own shirt and pants. Cinderella, well used to taking orders, complied immediately. She reached around to unhook the clasp of her bra, and then lowered and stepped out of her panties. As she stood totally naked in front of him in the dimming sunlight, she felt his eyes caress her soft, full breasts and the milky white skin of her body. When he was fully undressed, it was her turn to admire him. He may have had a feminine quality about him, probably due to being of fairy blood, but he was all man. His substantial, rigid cock jutted out to her, just below the well-defined muscles of his abdomen.
He began to move to her, gently backing her into the bench, and said “Sit down on the edge.” Cinderella again did as she was told. “Spread your legs.” he directed, and her smooth, warm thighs parted to display her most private pink folds. The Fairy Godfather kneeled down in front of her, and bent his head to her pussy, which was already beginning to feel moist with arousal. Cinderella drew her breath in sharply when she felt his soft, wet tongue slide across one of her inner thighs, and then the other. She placed each of her hands flat against the bench to support herself as she pushed her hips forward to meet his mouth.
The Fairy Godfather pulled his head back slightly and brought his hand up to part the lips of her pussy to reveal her waiting clit. He leaned back in, and flicked his tongue gently across it. “Oh my god,” moaned Cinderella, “Oh god.” This was something that Blake rarely did, as it didn’t fit into their routine of domination and submission that both eagerly wished to play.
But this, oh, this was wonderful.
He switched from focusing on her clit and instead went to making long, lingering licks up and down her slit. Involuntarily, she clenched her thighs around his head, and he had to part her legs to regain access. This time, he let one of his hands play along, and slid two of his fingers into her wet tightness as he continued to let his tongue roam.
Cinderella moaned even louder and arched her back as his fingers penetrated her. Her muscles began tightening with each lick of his tongue and each thrust of his hand. The Fairy Godfather must have sensed she was close, for he started to speed up the rhythm of his fingers, and focused his attentions solely on her clit once more. As he sucked her clit, her lower body began to tighten mercilessly and heat rushed into her face. Her legs were shaking as she pushed her pussy even farther into his face, and finally, she cried out as the tightening reached its height and her orgasm came.
The Fairy Godfather leaned back, still kneeling on the ground. His face shone wet with her juices, and she watched him lick his lips. “Delicious,” he murmured.
She could feel heat return to her face, this time as a blush. But she didn’t have much time to be bashful because he laid back on the soft grass, cock pointing upward, and beckoned to her.
“Ride me.”
Being used to such commands, and absolutely adoring them, she straddled him without question. With a leg on each side of his cut torso, her pussy perched just inches away from his waiting cock.
“Are you ready for me, Cinderella?” he asked, breathlessly.
She nodded. Then, she felt his thick member against her skin. He shifted his body so that his cock slipped and slid between her legs and against her pussy. She moved her body against him, lubricating his prick with the wetness that still dripped from her. The Fairy Godfather moved his hands over her thighs and up around her waist. Then, he lifted her body to guide her onto his cock. Together, they sighed with pleasure as he glided smoothly into her. Cinderella leaned forward put her hands into his thick blonde hair, and he leaned up to nip teasingly at her breasts.
“Your pussy feels amazing.”
He breathed, sliding his mouth against her skin, licking at the tiny beads of sweat that were forming from the heat of the sun combined with the effort of riding him.
She began to alternate her rhythm. First, she sat straight up and grinded against his pelvis. Just as he got used to that motion, she leaned forward and let his cock slowly nearly slip out. Only the tip of his thickness remained in her, and then she abruptly pushed back down. Several times she did this, until the Fairy Godfather grunted and drove his hips up in desperation to meet hers. His hands squeezed into the soft flesh of her waist, and Cinderella’s pussy tightened around his cock from the pain and pleasure of it all.
“I’m so close,” the Godfather groaned. “Suck my cock.”
Cinderella climbed off of him and between his legs. Kneeling down in supplication, she took his hardness into her mouth, tasting herself on him in the process. She ran her mouth up and down, alternating her pressure and speed. Keeping one closed fist around him as an extension of her mouth, she squeezed lightly until she heard him gasping. Each time she came up, she swirled her tongue around the swollen tip of his cock. Cinderella could feel his testicles tense beneath her hand, and suddenly her mouth was filled with the strong, salty sweet taste of his cum. She swallowed it, and kept her mouth on him until his breathing began to even out.
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