by A. J. Roman
The prince grunted, and the strain in his pants grew more noticeable. “Therein lies the problem, miss. You are not reaching that point from more pleasurable tasks.” The prince smoothed his hands up Cinderella’s bodice and over her breasts, his fingers brushing the delicate skin of her swells. Cinderella closed her eyes to enjoy the prince’s touch, but returned to the moment when his hand cupped her jaw. “Do not close your eyes, miss. You have the most beautiful eyes. Like emeralds. I know I have not met you before, for I know I would have remembered your eyes.” The pad of his thumb brushed her lips. “And these lips. For sure no maiden I have met before has these lips. Like the juiciest berries.”
Cinderella opened her mouth enough to draw his thumb into her mouth. When she noticed his breath catch, she drew the rest of it in and then back out, her eyes meeting his as she repeated the gesture. “Do you wish to take a bite?”
Cinderella smiled when the prince took her hips and drew her to him, feeling his erection against her stomach. “You are too bold, miss. Even the most audacious of maidens have never been so forward.” The prince began loosening the ties of her bodice, but she stopped him.
“If you have met most maidens, as you said, then you would know that they have no idea what they want. They think nothing of splaying their legs and letting a man take his pleasure before they are sent on their way. Of course, they do not know what they want.”
“What do you want?”
“I want the first taste.” Cinderella leaned in and kissed him, who returned the kiss with a hunger he had not felt for any other maiden all evening. Cinderella’s tongue danced with his as she ran her fingers through his hair. The prince continued his kisses along her jaw line and down her neck while his hands went back to her bodice to continue untying. Her breasts were nearly free before she caught his hands and slithered away from his mouth.
“I said I wanted the first taste.” The prince’s eyes grew wide as Cinderella slid down his body and settled on her knees. He watched as Cinderella freed his hard cock, enjoying his male hardness in her soft hands. She looked up at him as she leaned in and licked the pearly drop at the tip of his cock. “Wait,” he said. “May I have your name, miss?”
Cinderella smiled. “No.” Before he could object, she took his cock between her lips and suckled the soft tip before filling the rest of her mouth. She looked up at him as she slid his shaft out of her mouth, the ecstasy on his face as she slid his cock between her lips and into her mouth again. Her hands joined, and soon she found the right rhythm between pumping and sucking. His moans of pleasure reassured her, as did the tingling in her pussy.
“Oh, yes!” Cinderella kept sucking, varying the rhythm in her hands and her lips. She looked up at the prince again, who reached down to stroke a hand along her jaw. “Such beautiful lips. So beautiful on my cock.” She kept pulling his cock with her mouth, desperate for his taste. She felt the shaft hardening between her lips, and a moment later, the prince held her head in place while he filled mouth with his hot load. She kept sucking, wanting to ensure she had every drop the prince was giving her. When she no longer felt it coming, she slid his cock from her lips and swirled her tongue over his tip. “My heavens, miss, that was...”
Cinderella laughed at the tongue-tied prince. “The pleasure was both of ours, your highness.” As he tied his pants, he looked at her with a fire in his eyes that burned much brighter than it had mere moments ago. He took her hand and led her to the seat against the wall, sitting her down in the plush chair and leaning her back, untying her bodice. Cinderella’s breasts spilled free from the tight restraint, her nipples instantly hardening. The prince reached for her breasts and filled his hands, relishing in their fullness. He reached for her nipples and began rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, which drew a moan. He hardened again as he remembered how beautiful her lips looked with his cock between them. He leaned in and took one nipple in his mouth, licking and pulling at the hardened tip, and then offered the same attention to the other. He went back and forth several times as Cinderella’s moans increased. He stopped to place each of her ankles on his shoulders, and then lifted her hips off of the chair long enough to slide the gown down her legs. He reached for her mask again, but again she stopped him, moving his hands down her abdomen.
“Now the pleasure will be both of ours, miss.” The prince kissed his way down her body and toward her mound, drawn by the scent of her arousal. He parted her legs and ran his tongue along the edge of her moistened lips before parting her folds to taste her even deeper. While his tongue explored her sweetness, he looked up to see her playing with her nipples, her lips parted from heavy breathing, and her eyes staring into his. He worked his tongue along her slit, swirling around her clit until she squirmed, and then slid back to her opening to bring in more of her juices. The assault continued, her hips bucking against his face and her leg muscles twitching, until finally the wave took over her and she burst, spilling even more of her sweet honey for the prince to enjoy.
“You were sent from the heavens to save me from an evening of pure misery, miss.” He leaned in and kissed her, breaking just long enough for him to free his cock from his pants once again. She watched as he ran the tip of his cock against her folds, coating it with her wetness. He was about to slide his cock in when she became aware of the distant sound of the chapel bells chiming. Suddenly she was filled with dread at the thought of her stepmother discovering her with the prince. She closed her legs, and reached for her dress, nearly ripping it in her haste to re-dress.
“Miss, what are you doing? I thought we were...”
“I’m sorry, Andrew, I must go.”
He reached for her hand. “Wait, stay the night. I will take care of you.”
“I-I can’t. Please, let me go.” Cinderella was shaking so much that she could not tie her bodice. She ran for the door and nearly tripped.
He caught her and placed his coat over her shoulders. “Miss, please, your name.”
“Let me go, please!” He signaled for his guard, discreet in the shadows, to open the door for her. Before he could say another word, the mystery girl was gone, taking with him not only his coat, but his hopes of finding the one maiden who could light his fire again.
***
The next morning, Cinderella awoke in her own bed, unsure of whether the events of the previous evening were just a dream. Impossible, she thought. In her dream, the girl who stood before the prince was bold and fearless. Cinderella was neither of those things. Bianca better fit that description. Bianca! She remembered witnessing the woman being pleasured by the two hunters by the creek the previous eve, before turning her attention toward her. Yes, the woman’s fingers were in her pussy. She needed to know right away what Bianca had on her fingers that made Cinderella behave in a manner so unbecoming of her. She dressed and rushed out, finding Bianca near her stand.
“Cinderella! Did you enjoy yourself at the ball? I expected your cheeks to be rosier this morning. Perhaps one roll in the hay was not nearly enough.” Bianca smiled.
“What happened last night? What did you give me?”
“Confidence, dear. I have it in both yellow and blue. I am working on purple, but it keeps turning grey.”
“Bianca, please. Last night I was not myself. I defied my stepmother, I flirted with the prince...”
“Tell me about that, dear. Tell me about your night with the prince.”
Cinderella sighed, remembering Andrew’s blue eyes, full lips and hard cock. Bianca smiled. “My dear, I did not give you anything you didn’t already have. I simply opened the door for you. True, the elixir helped to relax you and speak your truth, and I might have helped you with a womanly rite of passage, but that was so you would not be so nervous when the prince gave you another. He did give you another, yes?”
At that moment, Cinderella overheard a group of women talking about “the girl with the prince” fr
om the night before. “Dear, that is all anyone has been talking about all morning. A mystery girl caught the prince in a wicked embrace before running off. Prince Andrew has not been the talk of the palace like this since his birth.”
Before Cinderella could respond, her stepmother grabbed her arm and dragged her through the market. “Did you think I would not know, stupid girl? Only you have emerald eyes! How dare you defy me and attend the ball! Madeline was to catch the prince’s eye, but you had to be selfish and insolate!” Cinderella tried to wiggle free, but it was to no avail. When they reached the house, her stepmother dragged her up the stairs to the attic and threw her to the ground. “You will never step foot from this room again, do you understand?” Cinderella heard the door slam and lock, and she dissolved into a pool of tears.
***
Several days passed with Cinderella locked in her room, though she could not be sure how many. Every day she received a plate of food, and every other day she also received a sponge and bowl of water to bathe. Once the morning’s tears had passed, she had nothing to do but tend to her few belongings. Before she stored the gown, she found the small pouch, pinned inside the waist of the skirt. In case you find yourself in need of an escape, Bianca said. What good were these beans to her now? She sat in her window sill, watching as the heavy rain moved in from the distance. She may never enjoy the feeling of the rain against her face again, but she would do her best to enjoy the fresh scent.
At some point, Cinderella had fallen asleep in the window sill. She woke to the sunset and a light drizzle, and a small fleet of palace guards at the front door of her home. She leaned out of her window just far enough to hear “every home” and “every maiden.” Her heart sank when she saw Andrew, likely for the last time. She needed to apologize, but had no way out. Suddenly, she remembered Bianca’s pouch. Looking down, she noticed the earth was nicely saturated from the storm, and the drizzle might be enough to achieve the desired effect. She took two beans from the pouch and held them in her hand, giving them a kiss before dropping them to the ground below. After what felt like an eternity, a beanstalk sprouted from the ground and grew up the side of the house. Nightfall had set in, but Cinderella was no longer afraid.
Cinderella was halfway down the stalk when she saw the prince leaving the house with Madeline draped all over him. She cannot make out what they are saying, but the prince’s insistent pushing off leaves no question that they are not leaving together. “MOTHER!” Madeline’s shrill cry cuts through the air as soon as she spotted Cinderella descending down the stalk. Everyone turned to see the commotion, but only the prince made his way to her.
***
Andrew has had more than enough excitement for one night. He knew it would be a challenge to visit this house, but he refused to rest until he found his mystery girl. No stone would go unturned until he confirmed she existed, or he was crazy. Now a blonde girl was descending a stalk down the side of the house. Had his mother not raised him to be a gentleman, he would have left the girl to reach the ground on her own. Alas, his virtue got the best of him, and he needed to lend an assist.
“Miss, may I help?” Cinderella’s foot slipped from the shoot and she nearly fell, dropping the coat in her arms so she may use both arms to grip the stalk. Still, she slipped from the last shoot and fell to her knees.
“Are you all right, miss?” She stood to brush the mud from her knees while he picked the coat up. He immediately recognized the coat, and the emerald eyes from the blonde before him.
“You.” There she was, the same full lips and ample bosom he remembered. “You said you found yourself on your hands and knees often. I thought you were teasing me.”
“Your highness,” she said, blushing. Out of the corner of her eye, her stepmother was glaring at her. “Thank you for everything, but I belong here. You now have your coat and my sincere apologies for leaving you that night.” Cinderella started climbing up the stalk again, but Andrew grabbed her waist and pulled her back down.
“What is the meaning of this? You,” he pointed at her stepmother, “what have you done to this girl?”
“What I please, your highness. She is a servant in my home, and she defied me.”
“Then you defied me, madam. Was the king’s message not clear that every maiden in the land was to attend my celebration?”
“Yes, your majesty, but...”
“But nothing, madam. You thought nothing of disobeying me and keeping this girl away from the revelry. I assure you, this will not go unnoticed by his majesty, the king. You and your daughters are to return to your home and remain inside until the palace sends for you. Do not think of defying me again, or I will have your heads.” The fire in Andrew’s eyes scared everyone, including Cinderella, as she watched her stepmother and stepsisters retreat into the house. Andrew took a deep breath before turning his attention back to Cinderella. “Miss, may I finally have your name?”
“Cinderella,” she said with a bow.
“Beautiful. Tell me, Cinderella, did you enjoy being on your knees before me as much as I did before you?”
Cinderella blushed. “Yes, your highness.”
“And had your fear not taken you, would you have allowed me to fill more than your mouth with my seed?” The prince’s eyes grew dark with hunger.
“Yes, your highness.”
Andrew took her by the hand and led her to his carriage, aiding her as she stepped in. “Would you like to finish what we started?”
“No, sir.”
“No?”
“No,” Cinderella said, looking into his eyes, “I would like to start from the beginning. I want to feel your lips and your hands, and then I want to taste you again.”
Andrew smiled, signaling to the guard before closing the curtain. “Cinderella, my beautiful, I’m afraid we cannot simply repeat the events of that night.” His hands made short work of her garments, leaving her bare to him. Cinderella’s head fell back as she moaned in ecstasy, her fingers running through his thick hair as he feasted on her breasts. “For one, you will not be getting the first taste.” Cinderella laughed as Andrew came up between her thighs, watching as he released his thick cock from his pants and stroked its length. “But that must wait because I have thought nothing but your pussy every night since we parted.” Andrew hooked his arms around Cinderella’s thighs and swirled his tongue over her clit. Realizing she was close, he inserted one finger into her pussy, and then another, while continuing to flick her clit. Like their first night, she came with a ferocity that shook her whole body, leaving her spent but him wanting more.
Before she could regain her breath, Andrew sat next to her and pulled her so that she straddled him. He took her mouth in a passionate kiss while he rubbed the head of his cock against her wet slit. He looked in her eyes and watched her emeralds turn dark when he found her opening and slid in. His head fell back as every inch of his cock was engulfed in her snug channel. She remained seated on his cock for a moment when they hit a bump in the road, causing her to rise and fall against him. The pleasure of the first move was too much for him, and he took her hips to steady her as she rode his cock. Her breasts fell against his face, and he delighted in taking in a nipple at every opportunity. One of Andrew’s hands moved from her hips to her pussy, and as soon as his thumb found her clit, she shattered from another orgasm. Her juices running down his cock sent him over the edge, and soon his release joined hers.
Cinderella and the prince sat together for several moments, still intimately joined. The road smoothed, indicating they were approaching the palace. She finally lifted from him and he took her mouth for one more kiss before they dressed.
“I was not teasing, your highness. I do enjoy being on my hands and knees.” She smiled as he chased her out of the coach and into an evening of pleasure and promise.
Richard Whittington and his Cat
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p; In a twisted take on Dick Whittington and Puss in Boots, local politician Richard Whittington’s life changes when his new PA, Catherine Perrault, enters his life. She persuades him to stand in the elections for mayor of London. Cat becomes Dick’s political adviser and campaign manager and, by means of blackmail, seduction and entrapment, she runs a remarkably successful campaign. Will Cat and Dick pull off the political sensation of the age? And what is Cat’s real motivation behind the support for her protégé?
“Pesky moggy,” grumbled the caretaker taking a swing at the cat with his mop, “Go on, get out of ‘ere.”
The cat, completely unflustered by the cleaner’s attention, nonchalantly slinked out of the leather backed chair reserved for the chairman of Rutshire County Council and stretched her slender frame before shooting a glance of disdain at the caretaker and padding out of the council chamber into the corridors of County Hall as if she owned them. The cat, with her sleek coat of black fur, slithered down the empty corridors with effortless feline grace.
She halted at a door left ajar overnight and cast her eyes up to a scribbled name on a piece of card stuck to it with blu-tak. It read, Richard Whittington, Portfolio Holder for Sustainability and Community Engagement. She squeezed her slender frame through the narrow gap, leapt lithely onto the desk, padded over a computer keyboard and jumped into a shabby office chair and curled herself up. She settled down for a well-earned snooze...tomorrow would be a busy day.
***
Richard Whittington picked up the mail from his pigeon hole. There was a memo from the Director of Environment and Neighbourhood Services requesting an urgent meeting on the compost recycling bag issue; the contractor had supplied shoddy bags that split and were leaving trails of rotting food waste on kitchen floors across the whole county. Later he had a meeting with some angry residents about the switch from weekly to bi-weekly bin collections and then he had been hauled before the Overview and Scrutiny Office about some disputed expenses claim for a bacon sandwich he’d made. Finally, he knew there would be an inbox with hundreds of e-mails to deal with.