Cindersmellya: A Dark Comedy Fairytale Romance

by Alexis Angel

  We're back to normal.

  I want this normal forever.

  Natalie

  We’re together and, more than that, we’re a family. Between the three of us, there’s more than enough love to go around. We go upstairs and get our things and head out through the back entrance of the building away from the crowd that’s still forming. I’m thinking that we just hail a cab and head straight toward the nearest hotel room.

  It’s only a five-minute ride, but what a tortuous ride; I’m so anxious to get the clothes off their bodies that I have to restrain myself from doing it in the back of the taxi. Of course, it doesn’t help that they have their hands on my knees, and that I can see their cocks bulging under their pants.

  The moment the taxi halts to a stop, we step out of it in a hurry and head straight to the hotel lobby. I don’t even know its name; I just know that it’s a hotel and that, somewhere inside, there’s a room we can book and use.

  Drake takes the lead and walks toward the reception desk. Five minutes after that, he walks back to Sloane and I, dangling a set of keys in front of us. We almost run to the elevator and, the moment the doors close and leave us alone inside the cramped metallic box, it’s like sparks start flying off our bodies. The air around us seems heavy and electric, and I know that once we’re inside the room that there’ll be no holds barred. We’re going to fuck, and we’re going to fuck hard. Just like we’re used to. Except this time it’s special; this time we’re celebrating a massive victory. We’re celebrating the road that lies ahead, our future together. As a family.

  When we get to our floor, I snatch the keys from Drake’s hand and make a beeline toward our door. I take a deep breath to steady my trembling hands, and I finally manage to slide the keys inside the lock and turn it.

  Just like I predicted, the moment we step foot inside the room and close the door behind us, it’s on. Drake closes the distance between him and I, and grabbing me by the wrists, he pins me against the wall, my arms over my head. He crushes his mouth against mine, kissing me hard and making me even wetter than before.

  Sloane leans against the wall by my side and, placing one hand on my knee, he lets his fingers trail to the hemline of my dress … and then further up. Sliding his fingers under my dress, he flattens the palm of his hand between my thighs, and I moan hard, pulling back from Drake’s kiss.

  “I want you so much,” I whisper, and my body is so tensed up with anticipation that it’s a struggle to get the words out of my mouth. “I want you, both of you,” I continue, my words dripping with desire.

  “So do we,” Drake tells me, sliding his hand under my dress and placing it on top of Sloane’s. He presses down hard and I moan again, my voice so high-pitched that my eardrums might rupture.

  Sloane flicks my thong to the side with two fingers, and then starts caressing my pussy, going up and down the length of my inner lips. At the same time, Drake places his thumb on top of my clit and rubs it with slow soft circles, drawing another quivering sequence of moans out of me.

  My moan turns into a sudden groan as Sloane uses his middle finger to part my pussy lips and, with a flick from his wrist, he pushes it inside of me. Curling his finger upward, he goes straight to my G-spot and, the moment he finds it, he presses on it as hard as he can.

  He holds his position there, making my insides burn, and Drake keeps on stroking my clit, his rhythm growing into a maddening crescendo of lust.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Sloane whispers against my ear, his lips brushing over my skin as he starts moving his finger in and out of me, fingering me fast and hard. I arch my back and throw my head against the wall, barely able to think straight. Right now my brain is too busy processing the fingers working on my pussy and demolishing every trace of rationality.

  “Harder,” I pant, grabbing Sloane’s wrist and urging him to go faster. Which he does right away, his finger flying in and out of me so fast I don’t even have the time to scream. I just grit my teeth and let pleasure overtake me, my pussy lips spasming rhythmically.

  The orgasm spreads from my pussy and takes over my muscles, making them twitch as if I’m having a seizure.

  “That’s a start,” Drake whispers, taking his finger out of me. Sloane does the same, and then the two of them take their hands to my shoulders and yank on my dress, pushing its straps down my arms and baring my chest.

  Hooking his fingers on the right cup of my bra, Drake tugs it down to reveal one hard rosy tip. Before I can even prepare for it, he leans into me and parts his lips, wrapping them around my nipple and sucking it inside his mouth.

  Taking his cue from Drake, Sloane does the same, pushing the cup of my left breast down and guiding his mouth toward my nipple. I run my fingers through their hair as they suck on me, and a bright grin creeps up on my lips. Is this really happening? Not the sex, I mean, but all this happiness I’m feeling; is this real?

  I almost pinch myself to make sure that no, I’m not dreaming, but Sloane does it for me; he pulls my nipple with his mouth, pinching it with his teeth, and a subtle cry of pleasure tumbles out from between my lips. “That’s, ah … that’s good,” I gasp, grabbing him by his hair and pulling him into me, forcing him to crush his mouth against my breast.

  Their hands go down to my waist and, moving in synchronicity, they pull my dress down. It falls around my ankles, all bunched up, and I just kick it off to a corner.

  “Let’s get this off,” Drake continues, his hands trailing up my spine until he finds the clasp of my bra. Unhooking with one deft effort, he then grabs it and tugs on it, pulling it off me with one harsh movement.

  Wearing only my thong now, I feel more than ready for what comes next—whatever it is.

  Squeezing my tits harshly, my flesh molding to their fingers, they both go down to their knees at the same time. Drake goes in first, diving into me and pressing his open mouth against the wet patch of fabric on my thong. He sucks my juices over the fabric, a delighted expression on his face, and Drake joins him; with both men’s mouths pressed against the wetness between my thighs, I have no other option but to scream again.

  Perhaps it’s my scream that does it, but the moment I do it they act fast, grabbing my thong at the same time, they pull it against my outer thigh and tear if off my body. There’s a ripping sound and, just like that, I’m standing fully naked while a savage hunger flickers in their eyes.

  Grinning wickedly, I raise one leg and place it over Drake’s shoulder, angling myself so that the two of them can get at my pussy easier. Which they do right away, their mouths going back to my pussy as if what I have between my legs is a magnet.

  I gasp and moan at the same time as their mouths make contact with the sensitive nerve endings on my drenched folds. Using their tongues at the same time, they demolish my clit and then jab at my insides, pushing me to the edge of pleasure. All it takes is a little push and I’m going to—OH GOD!

  Fireworks go off behind my eyelids as a sudden explosion destroys everything inside my skull, decimating every sane thought my brain has ever produced, and leaving only the most sinful and decadent ones. Grabbing them by the hair, I pull them into me and thrust at the same time, rubbing my juices all over their faces as I come.

  I sway my hips from side to side, my body completely out of control, and then I just go limp; it happens from one second to the next, almost as if someone flicked the OFF switch inside of me.

  I take my leg out from Sloane’s shoulder and slide down the wall, no strength left in my legs. The moment my ass hits the ground, I close my eyes and lean against the wall, out of breath.

  “Tired already?” I hear Sloane’s voice, but it sounds like it’s coming from somewhere very far away. I open my eyes, feeling lightheaded, and smile.

  “Not a chance in hell,” I whisper, forcing myself to kneel in front of them. I reach for their crotches, my arms moving like striking snakes, and press the palm of my hands against the bulging shapes tenting their pants. I massage their cocks for a few seconds
, feeling them throb against my fingers, and then something inside of me snaps.

  With a moan and a growl, I grab their belts and unbuckle them as fast as I can, my fingers working clumsily but getting it done. I don’t even bother with unzipping their flies; I just grab their pants, one at a time, and push them from side to side, forcing the zipper to go down on its down.

  Not satisfied yet, I tug on their pants and send them down their legs. Realizing that I need them both naked right now, they kick off their shoes and pants, and then turn to each other; they grab each other’s shirts and start unbuttoning them, their eyes locked as lustful smiles creep up on their faces.

  This is about to get hot—scorching hot.

  Once their shirts slide down their arms and they’re only standing in their boxer briefs, I do the rest. I hook my fingers on the last piece of fabric on their gorgeous bodies and push it down, their cocks springing free violently and slapping each other with a dry noise that makes my heart skip a beat.

  I’m about to reach for them and start stroking when Drake goes down to his knees, right by my side. We exchange a glance and I realize what he wants—oh, yeah, this is definitely going to get hot.

  Grinning wildly, I grab Sloane’s cock and point it straight at Drake. Wasting no time, he leans into Sloane and, as his eyelids droop, he opens his mouth as wide as he can. He reaches for the tip of Sloane’s cock with his tongue and, after tracing its contour, he simply lets himself fall forward and allows that huge cock to sheath inside his mouth to the hilt.

  I watch him suck on Sloane as if I’m in trance, my eyes following the movement of his head—back and forth, back and forth, just like a pendulum. Hypnotized by the scene, I only notice that I’m leaning in when I see Sloane’s balls hanging in front of my mouth. I do the only logical thing then, which is to open my mouth as wide as I can and take one of his balls inside of me.

  I lap at it with my tongue, rolling it inside my mouth, and then I close my eyes and make a mighty effort to open my mouth even wider. A sharp stab of pain runs through the bones in my jaw but I push through, only stopping when I finally manage to get both his balls inside of my mouth. I suck on them as hard as I can, and only pull back when I run out of air.

  Drake pulls out at the same time, curling his fingers around Sloane’s shaft and stroking him fast. He moves his body to the side, opening a space for me, and I waste no time; I move forward and allow Sloane’s cock to pierce me at once, his long inches rolling over my tongue all the way to the back of my throat.

  I don’t even have to move; Sloane does all the heavy lifting. Tangling his fingers in my hair and holding my head in place, he starts to rock his hips, fucking my little mouth eagerly. He does it until a slight electric spasm runs through his cock, and then he starts slowing down until he stops. He takes his cock out of my mouth with a groan, and it springs free so fast it slaps my face with a wet sound.

  Suddenly, a wild madness takes over me and I grab Sloane’s hand; I pull him down until he's on his knees, and then I strike. I take my hands to his shoulders and push him back, forcing him to lie down, and then I climb on top of his body. Except, inside of sitting across his waist, I only stop when I’m easing myself over his mouth.

  I sit down on his face, and he responds by grabbing me by the hips, pulling me into him. Sloane wastes no time and joins us; he goes up to his feet and, walking around Drake, he stands right in front of me. Grabbing his cock, he angles it down so that it's right in front of my face and I do all the rest, leaning forward and taking him into my mouth.

  I sway my hips back and forth, riding Sloane’s face, and I use that flowing motion to suck on Drake, my mouth moving steadily over his shaft. I keep on doing it until my muscles start cramping up, but I don’t stop; I only interrupt the steady movement of my body when Sloane jabs his tongue inside my pussy and my body tenses up like a nocked narrow.

  “I’m going to --” I start, but the orgasm comes faster than I can speak. It shoots up my spine just in time to choke down my words, and then it bursts inside my skull like a thermonuclear bomb, scorching every single nerve ending on its way.

  I remain seated over Sloane’s cock as the orgasm washes over me, a pleasant warmness crawling under my skin. Only when the waves of ecstasy recede from my mind do I move, pulling back from Drake’s cock and sliding down Sloane’s body.

  I straddle him, my knees on each side of his thighs, and I grab his cock, pointing it exactly to where I need it to be. Lifting my hips just a few inches, I then go down hard, impaling myself on his cock so fast that my whole body seems to scream.

  His thick shaft pushes back my inner walls, stretching me wide, and a joyous feeling takes over me. I don’t even know what I’m feeling right now; it’s a kind of savage happiness, one where love blends with sex. It’s a wild hunger and, lucky for me, I know exactly how to satisfy it.

  “I want you… to take… all of me…” I whisper between breaths, looking at Drake as I ride Sloane. He narrows his eyes, realizing what I’m asking of him, and then just smiles. He walks around Sloane, and once more goes down to his knees behind me. I bend over and, as I do it, he places his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them wide.

  He moves one finger down the length of my ass crack and then he just keeps going down. His finger trails over my pussy lips and then goes over Sloane’s pistoning cock, and he only stops when his hand is touching Sloane’s balls, cupping them with his outstretched fingers.

  Lucky for me, all it takes is a few seconds for him to focus on my ass once more. He caresses the crack between my ass cheeks, and I gasp as I feel him lingering over my hole. Moving slowly, he starts feeding his finger into me, and my insides clench as I realize that soon enough I’m going to have more than just a finger inside my ass.

  I should be nervous, but it’s not like this is my first rodeo. After all, that night at Python showed me that breaking free of our limitations is just a matter of will. And if there’s something I am, it’s a willful woman.

  I stop moving as Drake fingers my ass, and Sloane takes the lead, thrusting upward and fucking my tight pussy at a slow burn. By the way he’s moving, I know he’s restraining himself; he’s waiting on Drake to start fucking me, and that’s when he intends to unleash all of his fury.

  Well, if that’s the case, let’s get it done.

  “Fuck me,” I pant, looking back at Drake over my shoulder. His eyes light up and, a heartbeat after that, he takes his finger out of my ass and replaces it with his cock. He presses the tip of his hard member against my asshole and he just presses it there for a few seconds before sliding it in. I grit my teeth as he does it, his massive thickness stretching me so wide I doubt I’ll ever be the same after this.

  By the time his whole cock is inside of my ass, I’m almost ready to come. Seriously, do you know how it feels to have one cock inside your pussy and another inside your ass? And these are not just any cocks, mind you. You could play baseball with these things.

  “Oh, that’s—oh, fuck,” I moan as they match the rhythm of their thrusts, all thoughts vanishing from my mind as an electric feeling spreads outward from both my pussy and ass.

  All I do is remain in place completely still, while they fuck me relentlessly. They’re thrusting fast and harshly, using me as if my only purpose in life is to please them, which if I’m being completely honest, doesn’t sound like such a bad thing. To spend my day servicing these two sexually? Sign me up.

  “Everything in you is so tight … it drives me crazy,” Drake breathes out, his hands on my ass cheeks as he ravages my hole. He smacks one ass cheek hard as he thrusts more violently than before, and the pain of impact travels all the way up to my brain. By the time it gets there, it has already turned into pleasure, which is a good thing, because Drake is slapping my ass cheeks hard enough to leave a red mark.

  Having my ass spanked while my holes are being completely demolish by two cocks that belong in some freak museum? Yeah, this has to be the definition of perfect.

 
“That’s so good…” I hiss, burying my fingernails into Sloane’s chest. I’m doing it so hard that all color has left my fingers, my knuckles growing white.

  “You bet it’s good,” Sloane whispers, grinning while he looks at my bouncing tits. They move back and forth as Drake thrusts, and Sloane stops that by grabbing them and squeezing them hard, pinching one nipple between his thumb and index finger. He then pinches my other nipple as well, intensifying the pressure until I’m screaming so much my throat grows raw.

  I come just like that, pleasure spreading outward from my pussy, ass, and nipples. It’s pain and pleasure, it’s all these things at the same time and, pardon my language, it’s fucking amazing.

  I press my forehead against Sloane’s chest as I come, my teeth gritted so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if they just shattered. They keep on thrusting as I come, and it even seems like they’re going faster now.

  My throat gives up on me, and my wild screaming turns into a subdued whisper. There’s an orgasm raging through me, and yet, I already feel another one looming on the horizon on my mind, like a tsunami after an earthquake. It crashes against me before I can even prepare for it, and I just collapse on top of Sloane’s body, my entire body a quivering mess of twitching muscles.

  I remain like that until my body reels from these two orgasms, and only then do they slide their cocks out of me. I roll to the side, completely spent, and sprawl myself like a starfish, breathing so hard it seems like my lungs are one fire.

  “We’re not done yet.” Sloane’s voice jolts me out of my exhausted trance and, somehow, I manage to sit up. Moving like a predator, he makes me turn around and, grabbing me the hips, he forces me to go on all fours.

  “Ready for the main event?” Drake asks me, and I turn my head to look at him. There’s a flicker of lust in his eyes, and I only realize what it means when he kneels on the floor.

  Right behind Sloane.

  Oh, this is going to be interesting.

  “As hard as you can,” I tell Sloane before turning forward, chomping on my lower lip as I prepare myself to have him inside of me once more.