0 comments/ 46252 views/ 1 favorites Sinderella By: Max27 Once upon a time, not very long ago and not so far away, there lived a girl named Sinderella. Her home was a five-steepled castle that was once a church of a long forgotten religion. It sat on an island that divided a river running with winter's melting snow. All secluded, she lived there with her mother and two sisters. . . . . so she thought. The supposed siblings and mock matriarch were really re-born evangelists who discovered the baby Sin all alone in the white marbled temple, encrusted with flowering ivy. Years ago, as they went door to door, interrupting meals and passing out brochures on chastity, there was a terrible drought and the rivers flow was low. The three crossed over to grand estate, through myriad gardens and rose encrusted arches. They knocked, rang and hooted at the portal but not thwarted at the no-one-is-home ploy, they broke in. Echoes were their only reply in the vast, empty chambers of the castle. Determined to recruit, they searched each room and checked every closet, marveling at the treasures they discovered. Way up in the tippy top attic of the tallest turret, they came upon the abandoned babe. Happy that they found an audience, they thumped, preached and pouted but to no avail, Sin just gurgled in response. Since the accommodations were so appealing, they decided to wait till she was old enough to make them tea and read their pamphlets. The seasons revolved and Sinderella grew into a fine, strapping young woman with a viral heart and a curious mind. Her long, blond locks curled over supple shoulders and curves swelled the rags that they kept her in. Never knowing her true heritage, she had become the maid of the vast estate, polishing the exotic armor and serving the meals on platinum platters that bore her family name. All through childhood, at any spare moment, the three posing preachers expounded their doctrine, trying to develop in her the perfect discipline, the very model of chastity, purity and piety. But every sermon met with questions and she was only interested in the nasty bits in the Old Testament with all the harems and adulterers. Despite such obstacles to her renunciation of worldly desires, they never gave up. After all, for the oldest of the three women, there was plenty of sacramental wine in the cellar. The middle age woman was content; she had her own bathroom. And the youngest even liked it there; they got cable. Like veils from an exotic dancer, the years slipped by and to keep idle hands out of the devil's playpen, the three women kept Sin busy with chores. She was never allowed to leave the cathedral and the raging river that flowed on either side kept that edict intact. One would think that Sinderella would be bored cooped up with the three god freaks but fortunately, she had a plethora of little friends that frolicked among her toes as she hung the laundry and wrinkled their noses in sympathetic affection as she sung the blues. There were rabbits and rats, monitors and minks, snakes and snipes, frogs and fraggles (this is a fairy tale, right?). She would feed them by hand, sleep with them at night and watch them copulate with fascination. These acts woke strange but warm feelings deep down inside of Sin. Way up in her loft which looked over the range of her ancestral home, surrendered by exotic and arousing tapestries that she found hidden chests, she would dust covered journal of parties and passions that reveled with in the same castle ages ago. Where as her sisters vaguely admonished her never to do certain things, these texts told her exactly how to do it. With the door bolted tight, she would strip and nestle under the furs. Graphic illustrations and vivid description soon made it too hot for the furs to cover her as she threw them back, revealing long, creamy thighs that just started to sweat. Hands roamed, trying to sooth her skin that tingled like burning ice. When they found the source of her flames, she could no longer keep her eyes on the pages but she shut them to see a dim vision of what she has been missing. Fortunately, her abode was far from the other inhabitants and even the snakes covered their ears in chagrin from her eruptions of passion. Pleasant as her secret games were, she always felt lonely and missing a vital participant. And as if in answer to her yearning, occasionally a sweet, gentle breeze would whisper in and coolly caresses her steaming body. And in all this time, she never saw a man. Then one magic day, notice came by means of a homing balloons that there was to be a ball: a gala, a party, a festival, a brew-ha-ha, a dance, a rave, a hoopla, a wing-ding, a jamboree of XTC. When the missionaries read the note, they knew it was time to leave the castle. If there was going to be gathering of sin, the women need to be there to convert the heathens in their dancing, wicked ways and show the light of drab peity. It was their duty, a divine obligation and after all, they have been dying for an occasion to wear all these gorgeous dresses they found in various chests and wardrobes. But Sinderella, of course, was not allowed to go. They thought that all the debauchery would be too much for her tender years and besides, her left elbow was cuter than their combined cleavage and they would never get asked to dance. The sight of men would be too exciting for one of her years and most importantly, the Prince was going to be there. Thee prince, the one with the pierced nipples, seven chamber bong and who bore the legendary, royal scepter of mastery. The three women, each of whom desperately wanted to get him in a baptismal pool, just drooled at the thought of him in a cassock. The night of the ball drew nearer and every day Sin begged them to go but she might as well tried asking the statue of St. Abstinence. They only gave her a longer than usual to-do list and told her not to wait up. They pole vaulted over the river, grabbed a cab and zoomed off to the dance with hopes of a good buffet table and getting into a confessional with the Prince. Poor Sin was left all alone in the palace cathedral of her ancestors, left to scrub table legs and water the cactus. When finally finished, she gathered all of her scaly, furry and feathered friends and did what all discouraged women do when stuck at home on Prom Night. She grabbed a pint of ice cream and drew water for a hot bath. Lighting some curiously shaped candles she found in the cellar and burning aged Jasmine incense, she slowly sank into the bubbles as she fought hard not to think about the dance and Prince for whom it was thrown. But trying not to think about it only made her dwell on it more. The situation was hopeless. She had nothing to wear and no way of getting there. Oh how she wished she could go! she asked in a silent prayer as she was enveloped by the warm, liquid sanctuary of bubbles. Suddenly there was a whirl, a fizz and a pop! and with wide open eyes, Sin beheld a quirky old lady with a bird cage top hat and clad from head to foot in a white leather biker attire, with one foot propped up on the rim of the tub. Before Sin could even react, the visitor was asking, "Are you gonna soak in there all night till you’re a raisin or are you going to get your man?" "Who are you? How did you get in here?" Sin replied as she sunk further into the tub. Although this was the first person she ever met beside her step-family, she was still more amazed than frightened. "Oh details, details. Aren't you gonna offer me a drink? A whiskey and rainwater would do just fine. With a slice of kiwi," she added. Sin opened her mouth as if to persist in her questioning but then thought about how good that sounded. She returned with the drinks, ready with her barrage of questions, but wily witch beat her to it. You see, she only spoke in questions. She asked, “Say, aren't you gonna be late for the ball?" This reminder erased any further curiosity Sin had about the Acid Queen's arrival. "There is no way I can get there and besides all I have to wear is this tattered old dress made from sewn together rags," she said. "Don’t cha like it? You know, the anti-material but elitist, punker-than-thou look? But you want something else, huh?” said the old witch, pulling Sin’s chin up to look into her eyes. "Do you really want to go?" "Yes," Sin replied. "Do you really, really want to go?" she asked again. "Yes!" Sin exclaimed. "Do you really, really, really-" "HELL YES!!!!!" "Okay, Okay, where can I find a few materials to make a new dress?" said the Funky Godmother as her eyes bounced about and finally rested on the little critters that pranced among her feet. "Do you think they would mind?" she said as she scooped up a ferret. She pulled a full sized magic pool stick out of her pocket and waived it over the scuttling creatures and suddenly they all dropped as if their very insides had disappeared. All that was left was a pile of hides, pelts and skins. Sin was about to say something but the old witch just gave her a wink and chalked up her cue. Another wave over the pile and all the feathers, furs and scales bound together to make a tantalizing dress. As Sinderella slipped it on, all of the candles melted in her glow. So I have a dress now but how can I get there?, was the plea that came out of her eyes. The weird old witch merely smiled, poked her stick into the bath and popped the plug. As the water drained, it warped and wiggled, seats propping out and a feline head sprouted from the end. The claws on the stands stretched and pawed at the floor, eager to be off. "But how can I go if my family can recognize me? They would never forgive me," said Sin. "Oh, I was saving this for Mardi Gras but I suppose you could have it," and the Acid Queen pulled a porcelain mask out of her bag of tricks. It was the color of fresh laden snow on a full-moon night. The expression it bore was one of longing and secrets. "This is wonderful! I can't believe this is happening! How can I ever thank you?" Sinderella cried. "What can you do, child? But is life ever that simple? How long does a miracle last? How long is a day? Would you like to be thoroughly embarrassed and make the biggest social faux pas of the century? Will you know when midnight strikes? Now get out of here and have a good time or would like to resume your raisin transformation? Now tell me, which will get you what you want? Playing hard to get or being easy to please?" said the witch and then turned her attention to her cocktail. With that, the lion’s feet on the bath boat began to run. Sin fell back into the It leapt out of the window, landed in the river, kitty-swam over and in no time was doing a miraculous parallel parking job in a tiny space in front of the royal palace. Sinderella hiked up her dress to run up the front steps, revealing her shapely ankles and milky calves and brought all the guards standing at attention. The dance was in full swing. There were tiers of drums along the walls, champagne water falls and archers shooting flaming arrows lit the whole place in spectacular, pyro-technical arcs. There were ballerinas moshing and Sufis with hula-hoops. The beat shivered through her body and she felt herself involuntarily doing the pogo. As she swirled and shimmied through the crowds, she spotted her stepmother who was sloshed from the spiked smart drinks and was trying to do the nasty with one of the boy-toys. Her elder-sister was stuck on a virtual reality system, making strange noises and gyrations but strangest of all was the youngest who was suspended above the dance floor in a cage, teasing a hoard of Barbary Pirates to tear at pieces of her clothing. Relieved, Sin didn't have to worry about being caught by any of them. What a party, she thought. Her head was all a whirl of razzmatazz and jazz. She started to spin in circles, faster and faster, letting the whole dance become a blur. Abruptly, she felt a pair of strong hands grab her shoulders and she came to a stop. She opened her eyes and saw no one. One more half spin and she came face to face with one of the cutest guys she ever laid eyes on. "Love the dress. Let's boogie," was all he said and they started to move as if the music came out of their bodies. Oh how they danced till the sweat began to pour. It became so hot they stepped outside to the balcony to find some fresh air and privacy. They pussy footed around till one of them (they never told me who) had the courage to make the first move and their very first kiss chilled their blood like a cherry Slurpee and melted their bones like candles in furnace. It was as if their lips were roses left in a drought. The kisses fell like rain, and the petals, slippery and wet, drank it all in gulps. When they stopped to catch their breadth, the Prince said, "I'm so glad that you are here. I thought this party was going to be a dud till I saw you. And the night is so young, it's only a little before midnight now." "What! I have to go. I'm sorry, you don't know how sorry I am but I really have to go," Sin said. "Wait, just one more kiss," he said and she couldn't refuse what she most dearly wanted to give. So they lip-dallied a bit longer and every time they made progress toward her magical vehicle, they would kiss even more passionately, desperately, trying to make each kiss last enough to sustain their impending separation but it only deepened the addiction. Finally, they were both standing in her vehicle, the beast purring and shivering nervously. Slowly, it began to move across the orchard-laden grounds. So enraptured in one of these impassioned embraces that it took awhile before Sin noticed the splashing about her feet. Looking down, she smiled at all of her little friends milling about in the bathtub in which they stood. But then her attention was quickly devoted to the fact that she was the only one not wearing clothes. The Prince, ever so compassionate, felt sympathetic to Sin's plight and swiftly did what he could to assimilate their differences. At first, she was quite distressed about her exposure in a bathtub, in a middle of field, with a man she had just met but soon this feeling was replaced with another feeling, lots of feeling. The animals watch in awe as the two splashed around so much that soon there was hardly any water left in the tub. Little matter, for the tub was kept slick with fluids of a different nature. Melting down into a singular embrace, they rolled under the stars, pressing and pushing into each other with whatever friction they could generate. They even made the animals blush when she cried out in delirious reverie. Sinderella wasn't sure how she had got back. It was a miracle enough that she returned across country and river without a stitch of clothing but bringing the bathtub too was truly impressive. Fortunately, the three re-born revelers were too hung over to notice her absence. She slipped up to her attic quarters, put her rags bag on and stared off through her portal window in the direction of her Prince’s estate. Sin, with a coy smile, asked how the ball was and how she wished she could have gone. The imposters could barely respond and groaned as Sinderella testing the temple bells for tuning. She felt warm and dreamy all week and took a bath whenever the opportunity presented itself. Never knowing anything but sermons and duties, the night’s memory seemed a life-time of joy and pleasure. Thus, the ball seemed an unreal dream to Sin and a blur to the others when notice came from the royal post master. The Prince was looking for a special girl who was at his ball. He was going door to door, checking all those who were sent an invitation. Even though everyone was wearing a mask, he had a special way of knowing just who she was. You could imagine how the household reacted when they heard this! Well now, double it as they learned that he was to come to their house that very evening. In a fury, the all rushed to get all dolled up again. They didn't even tell poor Sin and as she was sleepy from her bath and had gone to bed early. One would expect the Prince to have a long train of attendants but as this was a personal matter, he handled this mission alone. Weary from having to explain his dilemma over and over, you could imagine his curiosity when he finally came to ancient cathedral. He crossed the river (he was a good swimmer), rapped on the door. This time, the second visitor is so many decades, the door was flung open readily and he was soon dripping wet on the foyer floor. "I am looking for my dream lover," he said. Tired of long explanations, he felt that this summed up his mission clearly enough. The three women nearly exploded with excitement and elbowed their way into his face. "It was me," they cried till they sounded like ducks cackling for food. "No, no, no. There is only one way to know for sure. You see, it has to. . . Um, fit just right," he said. The women looked at each other quizzically and then all gave blank faces to their visitor. He sighed, looked up despairingly, and explained. When the women finally understood what he meant, they fought even harder to be first to prove their authenticity. The eldest Jehovah Witness tried to pull the age before beauty trick but the other two wouldn't listen and the Prince refused; he wasn't that drunk. But the older sister was too big and when she suggested that he could stretch it, he was reluctant. The younger sister was too small and when she offered to chop some off, he prepared to leave. Despite their most urgent pleads and best lasso throws, he made it out of the castle. As he left the cathedral grounds, depressed but determined, he was about to jump in the river when he spotted a rabbit giving him one of those, "Hey, don't I know you from somewhere" looks. He returned the same and went over to pat it between the ears. That was when he noticed and followed the rodent chasing a snake that spooked a parrot that flew up the wall into a cat sitting on the windowsill that leapt onto the bed where Sin was sleeping. The scent was unmistakable. It had to be her but he had to be sure. He peeled off his soaking clothes and climbed into the bed. Sin just thought that she was dreaming her dream again. The feel of his arms and chest, slippery and slick, was delicious as he pulled her close. She lifted her arms and he slipped off her night gown, feeling just for a moment the nights chill before the fiery warmth of his body smothered her in layers of tactile ecstasy. She shivered with a tingling itch that she wanted only him to scratch. It pulsed deep inside and there was only one way to find relief, the best way. She opened herself up, from the deepest reaches of her heart and he filled her with a heat that made her glow. They joined together and fit just right. In the morning, the Prince kicked the three false missionaries out and turned the chastity church into a temple of temptation. All of her animal friends were the priests and the bathtub, their alter. And they lived happily ever after even if they didn't get much sleep. Sinderella Once upon a time, there was a king who lost his wife and was left alone with their little daughter, the princess. The king mourned his wife deeply for many years, but finally moved on with his life and marries another woman, a widow with two daughters, both a few years older than the king's own daughter. Unfortunately, the king grew very sick shortly after the wedding, and died within a week. The little princess, whose name was Sinderella, was left in the custody of her stepmother, the new queen. Little Sinderella soon learned to hate this, as her stepmother and stepsisters were very mean to her and treated her more like a slave than a family member. Sinderella had to run all the errands and do all the chores in the castle, while her stepsisters practised putting on make-up and playing dress-up in their mother's dresses. Sinderella's stepmother divided her time between ordering Sinderella around, and withdrawing to her boudoir with the handsome men who came to visit her every day. Whenever Sinderella saw her mother put on her black leather corset with matching thigh-high boots, she knew that her stepmother was expecting a visitor, and that meant that Sinderella could run up to the attic and have a few hours peace and quiet, all by herself. She spent many, many nights up in the attic, rummaging through old coffins full of the most beautiful dresses, that had once belonged to her mother, but now they were put away up here, in the attic, where they were forgotten by everyone but Sinderella. * * * * * * * * * * * * * The years went by, and little Sinderella grew up to be a beautiful woman, with a strong, toned body, long, blond hair, and an amazing stamina that let her go on and on and on, like an Energizer bunny. But even though she was 18, she was still a virgin, because her stepmother always kept her inside the house, safely tucked away in the kitchen or up in the attic, so that none of the men her stepmother was seeing would see Sinderella and choose her over her aging stepmother. Sinderella was innocent and inexperienced when it came to men, and she would surely have died as an old maid if it hadn't been for the handsome prince that lived in the country right next to theirs. One morning, when the dysfunctional family was having breakfast, the Stepmother opened a letter marked with a big, golden crown, and her wrinkled face lit up. "Girls, listen to this!" she exclaimed. "The prince is looking for his future bride, and he's hosting an exclusive ball at his castle tomorrow night, to get to know all the girls around here! This is EXCELLENT news! Imagine if he'd choose to marry one of you!" Her two daughters, who were fat from all the candy they ate all day long, looked up from their plates. "But mother, we don't WANT to marry a prince," said the first one. "Does he have a sister?" said the other. "What am I hearing?" said the Stepmother. "We don't like princes," said the first daughter. "Only princesses," said the second. They looked at each other and giggled. "I don't care what kind of hanky-panky you two do when you're alone," said the Stepmother coolly. "But you WILL go to the ball, and you WILL do your very best to attract the prince and make him marry one of you. Am I making myself clear?" "Yes, mother!" said her daughters. "Can I go to the ball, too?" said Sinderella. The other 3 stared at her, then they all burst out laughing. "YOU want to go to the ball?" said the Stepmother. "In that dress?" giggled the first stepsister. "You don't even own any jewels!" said the other one. Sinderella blushed. It was true, her dress was very simple and worn-out. It was OK for working in the castle, but not for going to a fancy ball. And she didn't have any other dress, nor any jewels. But wait! She remembered seeing a few ball gowns among her mother's old dresses. Perhaps there were some old necklaces or earrings there, too? As soon as she could, Sinderella ran up to the attic and looked through all the dresses until she found a nice one. Then she spent the whole night fixing it up with needle and thread so it would look a bit more modern. She didn't find any jewels, but she did find some flowers made out of fabric, and she put them together in the shape of a small crown. The result looked very sweet and fresh. The next day, Sinderella had to help her stepmother and stepsisters prepare for the ball, and when they were finally done, she ran up to her room, put on the dress, put her long braids up in a bun on top of her head, and fastened the crown of flowers around it. Then she ran down the stair, just as her stepmother and stepsisters were leaving. "Wait!" she said. "I've got a dress! Please, let me come to the ball, too!" The 3 women stared at her with surprise and envy, when they saw how pretty she was. "Where did you get a dress like that? said the Stepmother, and grabbed it so hard that the old, fragile silk broke, and Sinderella's firm bosom welled out. "You think you're gonna be the princess?" said one of the sisters, and ripped off Sidnerella's skirt. "She's even made herself a CROWN!" yelled the other siter, and tore off the flowers in Sinderella's hair, tore them off so hard that Sinderella's braids fell down her back and began to untwine. Sinderella cried, and ran away. The Stepmother and her daughters went to the castle. Sinderella ran out of the castle, half-naked and with her hair in a mess. She was blinded by tears, and didn't look where she was running, and all of a sudden she ran into two men dressed in leather, who were walking hand in hand in the park in the moonlight. "Oh, my GOD!" said the first man. "What has happened to you, sweetie?" "Have you been raped?" said the second man. Sinderella told them everything that had happened. "What bitches!" said the first one. "You come with us, sweetie, we'll take care of you!" "We'll lend you a dress and some jewels," said the second. Don't you worry that pretty little head of yours, you WILL go to the ball!" The two nice men took Sinderella home and dressed her up in a beautiful dress that they happened to have lying around. They let her braids out, and combed her hair so that it looked like glistening curls of pure gold, and they put fake jewels in her ears, on her arms, and on her fingers. They even arranged with a friend of theirs to drive her over to the castle and pick her up afterwards, but they warned her that the guy had to return the carriage by midnight, so she'd have to leave the ball by then. Sinderella promised to do so, and they waved her off. Sinderella turned every head as she stepped into the ballroom, and the prince immediately walked up to her and asked to dance with her. They danced dance after dance; neither of them could take their eyes off each other. Sinderella didn't have any experience in men, but she felt instinctively attracted to the tall, dark, handsome prince, and when he whispered in her ear that they could go somewhere else, where they'd be more private, she agreed at once. The prince led her out into the rose garden, and kissed her behind the tall bushes. Sinderella didn't hide her arousal, nor did she object when the prince kissed her neck and shoulders and worked his way down to her breasts. She pulled her fingers through his hair and moaned with contentment when he lifted up her skirt and played with her clit through her panties. She winced a little when he tried to push a finger inside her tight pussy. "Are you a virgin?" said the prince surprised. "I don't know what that means," said Sinderella. "I don't know anything. I've been with a man before." Right then, the clock struck 12. Sinderella suddenly remembered her curfew, and she quickly ran out of the garden and down the stairs, and just barely made it before her ride home left without her. * * * * * * * * * * * * * The next day, the Stepmother and the two sisters were in a very grumpy mood, and told Sinderella that the prince hadn't paid any attention to any woman all night, except for a beautiful stranger with long, blond, curly hair. Sinderella didn't dare to tell them her secret, and made sure her braids were intact. She could only imagine how angry they would be if they knew what she had done. Later that day, the prince went all over the country looking for the mysterious woman he had fingered in the rose garden the night before. He went from house to house, and put his fingers into the pussy of every unwed woman in each house, but none of them were as tight as the woman he had met. Finally, he came to Sinderella's house. The Stepmother showed in her oldest daughter. The prince didn't recall that the woman he had fingered had been so fat, but then again, he had been a little drunk last night. He lifted up the fat girl's skirt and put his finger in her pussy. She did feel snug and wet around his finger, but then he noticed a little thread hanging out of her pussy, and he realized that she was only this tight because she had a tampon inside her. The Stepmother showed in her younger daughter, and the prince put his finger into her as well, and she was very tight, but then he noticed the dirt on his finger, and realized that he had put it inside her ass by mistake. "Don't you have any other daughters?" asked the prince. "No," said the Stepmother. "I only have a stupid, ugly stepdaughter, but she's a nobody!" The prince insisted on seeing her anyway, and Sinderella was shown into the room. The prince explained his mission to her, and Sinderella lifted up her skirt and parted her legs, and the prince put a finger into her pussy. When he felt how tight her pussy was, he quickly whipped out his hard dick and took Sinderella's virginity right in front of the Stepmother and her two daughters. After some initial pain, Sinderella got very horny, and soon she had the prince lying on top of the dinner table, where she rode him up and down for a whole hour without getting tired. "This is the kind of woman I want to marry!" said the prince. And so the prince married Sinderella, and then they fucked happily ever after. Sinderella Sinderella was the eighteen year old daughter of an English widower and his pride and joy. A few years after his wife's death, he had remarried a rather mean, aggressive woman named Christine. She had two spoiled daughters, Victoria and Abigail who were a couple of years older than Sinderella, but not nearly as beautiful or sweet natured. Unfortunately, after a few months, Sinderella's father had a heart attack and passed away. Her cruel stepmother became Head of the household and the poor fatherless girl was completely under her rule. Christine wasted no time taking over. She was given complete control of her dead husband's funds and property. Christine never liked Sinderella. She was too beautiful, and had such a sweet disposition; it made her two daughters look even less attractive and more selfish that they already were. Now that she was in charge, she would show that pretty little bitch, who's the mistress of the house. Sinderella immediately found herself reduced to the station of maid and servant to her stepmother and two older stepsisters. Any refusal on her part brought immediate punishment from any of the three women. She was often stripped, bound, spanked, and humiliated by the mother and stepsisters for the slightest infraction. She waited on them hand and foot, night or day and was completely at their beck and call. One evening Sinderella's stepsisters, called her to their room, regarding a stain in the crotch of Victoria's panties. They told her to strip naked and crawl to them on her knee as they usually did when they intended to punish her. "When I tell you to hand wash my panties, I expect you do a good job, and look at this!" Victoria, scolded, pointing to the stain in the crotch of her panties she was wearing. A wet stain was clearly visible on the panties covering her pussy. "I don't understand," replied Sinderella, I washed them very carefully, as usual, they were spotless yesterday!" "Are you calling me a liar?" Victoria replied. "Lick that stain out right now, and stick that ass up in the air to receive your punishment while you suck my panties clean!" Sinderella stood up and bent over to lick and suck her stepsister's panties, leaving her bottom in a very vulnerable position. Meanwhile, Abigail moved up behind her and slipped a lubricated butt plug into her anus. Sinderella gasped as the huge butt plug entered her. As soon as the butt plug was in place, Abigail started smacking her behind with a paddle until Sinderella's ass was bright red and tears were streaming down her cheeks. However, she did not stop her licking and sucking her stepsister's pantied cunt as she sobbed and cried for mercy. "You want me to stop?" Abigail asked. "Make my sister cum and then I'll stop, you worthless bitch!" Sinderella, in spite of the pain, doubled her efforts to make her stepsister cum. Victoria turned on by Sinderella's tongue and the site of seeing her beautiful stepsister, naked on her knees, getting her butt-plugged ass paddled, could hold back no longer. She grabbed Sinderella's hair and pulled her tightly against her pussy. "Oh yeah, bitch, suck that cunt, oh yes, oh yes, ahhhhh!" Victoria screamed as she came in Sinderella's face. Abigail stopped her paddling and said, "I told you I would stop if you made my sister cum, now she will beat your ass until you make me cum. Fair's fair!" Abigail quickly pushed Sinderella down on the floor on her back and straddling her face and started rubbing her cunt on her stepsister's mouth. Meanwhile, Victoria, holding Sinderella's legs up, started whipping her red, smarting buttocks with a belt. "Oh please," Sinderella begged, "No more, I will do anything you say but please don't spank me anymore!" "Just make Abigail cum and I will stop." Victoria answered. Sinderella was sobbing now from the pain but continued to suck Abigail's cunt in an effort to make her cum and stop the beating. Abigail started grinding her pussy harder in Sinderella's face. "Oh yes, oh yes! Lick it, suck it, show me how much you like the taste of my cunt, you dirty little whore, don't stop, don't you dare stop, yes, yes, ahhhhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming in your mouth! Swallow it, swallow it, yessssssssssss!" Abigail screamed as she came all over Sinderella's face. Finally, Victoria stopped beating her and Abigail rolled off her, panting as she lay on the floor beside her sobbing stepsister. "Let that be a lesson!" Victoria told her crying stepsister. "Next time you clean my panties, I expect them to be spotless. Now get the fuck out of here, I'm sure there are chores you need to finish." Sinderella, gathered her clothes, and ran crying from the room while her two stepsisters, laughed at her humiliation and suffering. When Sinderella reached her room, she threw herself across her bed. She had stopped crying but noticed her thighs were wet. She felt an itching sensation deep in her cunt. She pulled the butt plug out of her anus and drove it deep in her pussy. It felt good! She continued to trust it in and out of her cunt while she rubbed her clitoris with her other hand. She could feel her orgasm starting to occur while she smelled the combined pussy juice of her stepsisters still on her face. She only wished she could feel the paddle smacking her bare behind as she rode her orgasm while thinking about her two stepsister's insults and hot cunts. She already began to think of what she might do tomorrow to earn another spanking. No handsome prince for her. She was content to serve her two sexy stepsisters and stepmother. Sinderella Despite the fact that I had resolved to do this, I was nervous sitting at the bar at the very upscale hotel only ten miles from my house early evening on a Friday. I checked once again the envelope containing $500 in cash in my sport jacket pocket, like it might have flown away since the last sip that I had taken of my Scotch and soda. My right foot nervously tapped the footrest on the bar stool. "Are you Jack?" a lilting voice to my right rear asked. "Yes," I blurted out as I turned, recognizing the made-up name that I had given myself in my communications with "Sinderella" when I made arrangements for this meet. "You must be 'Sin,'" I replied using the shortened form of her trade name as I gently shook her hand. Except for the fact that her obvious blond wig wasn't perfectly perched on her head, and that she had a little too much makeup on, she looked as sexy and I thought that she would. Per my request, so as not to make it obvious that we were concluding a business deal for sex, I asked her to wear jeans and a not-too-revealing casual top. Her idea of "not-too-revealing" was different than mine, however, since her ample cleavage was clearly on display. Also, the jeans looked painted on rather than worn they were so tight - but they got the desired reaction as my cock immediately stiffened. "Did you valet park?" I asked, just to break the ice. "Just like you said to," she replied with a wicked smile. "What would you like to drink?" I asked. "Just club soda or seltzer - I'm working," she shot back with an even more devilish smile. "So, you've decided to accept my proposal?" "Not yet - but I'm working nevertheless. Don't you have something for me for showing up?" Sin was cautious in her email dealings with me. She said that she normally didn't meet her prospective sex partner at a hotel bar, but I partially convinced her that she had nothing to fear at an upscale bar like this, where the drinks were a minimum of $20. The deal I had made with her was that I'd give her $100 just for showing up to evaluate the situation and $500 more for two hours if she agreed to "take me on." I surreptitiously slipped her a Benjamin, she quickly confirmed that it was a C-note, then she slithered it into her clutch. "You look really good in that outfit," I said, hoping that I wasn't drooling. "I know," she chuckled. "So tell me about yourself, Jack." "I'm just an average fairly well-to-do businessman in the city. I've got a wife of six years, I play tennis or racquetball two or three times a week, and go to the health club another two times every six or seven days. My life if fairly routine; almost boring." "So, you're looking for a little 'spice?'" she inquired again flashing her evil grin. "You could say that," I chortled. "Wifey not keeping you satisfied?" "She's OK; just a little conservative. I need something uninhibited; when I saw your profile I thought that you were just the right person to provide some spice." "I'm more cayenne pepper than cinnamon, Jack; are you sure that you can handle it?" "I'd love to find out," I responded with a big shit-eating grin on my face. "So tell me about yourself; do you like your profession?" "You bet; however, a girl who does what I do has to be careful. There are a lot of perverts out there, which is why I screen all my clients. Since you wouldn't give me your real name to check you out, I had to have this meet in a public upscale place." "Do I pass the non-perv test?" "Too early to tell. You're nice looking and I can see by the significant bulge in your pants that unless you carry a pickle around in your pocket I'd probably enjoy fucking you. But looks can be deceiving." I proceeded to sip my grossly expensive Scotch and soda while she nursed her $15 seltzer water as we talked about many things, some with sexual overtones, others without. She had a good grasp of current affairs - and I don't mean the sexual kind - and a very sultry manner. I could feel my cock getting stiffer and stiffer. After about forty minutes of chit-chat she lightly put her hand on mine. "Did you bring the test results with you?" "I sure did," I replied, covertly handing her a sheet of paper with a lab's name at the top that said that I was free of all STDs. "And you?" She slyly handed me a similar sheet, which I looked at just enough to see the "99% probability of no STDs possible to test for," at the bottom. "Are you ready to close the deal?" I expectantly probed. "Do you have payment?" she shot back. I removed the opaque envelope sealed with a classic string and buttons closure and handed it to her. First looking around to see that no one was paying attention, she unwound the string and peeked inside. She inserted her right hand, obviously spreading the bills out to count them. "There's only five hundred," she mumbled under her breath. "I thought that was your rate for two hours," I mumbled back. "Not without a condom and when I had the expense of getting the STD testing done. I need $200 more." Since my cock was straining at my zipper - something she clearly noticed - she knew that she had me, and I knew it too. I didn't want to do anything to spook her because I badly needed her cayenne pepper approach to sex, so I clandestinely removed another $200 from my money clip and slipped it to her. "Plus valet parking is twenty bucks and I had five bucks worth of gas getting here," she said with a sly smile while holding her hand open under the bar so that no one could see it. "Shit, you better be worth it," I grumbled as I removed a five and a twenty from my now almost completely depleted money clip and slipped it to her open palm. "You have NO worry about that," she snickered as she stroked the hand with the $25 in it over my crotch, almost causing a spontaneous ejaculation. After she inserted the additional $225 into the envelope, and added the $100 from her clutch to it, per our agreement she took the envelope to the front desk. In a voice and with body language that had the young male hotel desk clerk slobbering said "Could you please hold this for me for a few hours. I don't trust the safe in my room. I just need a claim check after you put it in the hotel safe." "Uh, certainly, ma'am," the clerk stuttered, unable to take his eyes off Sin's cleavage. He got out a claim check, taped one half onto the envelope, and gave her the other half. "Thanks soooo much," she gushed as she slid her hand over his as she retrieved the claim check causing the clerk's eyes to almost pop out of his head. When I was sure no one was looking and we were in a secluded part of the lobby, I gave her a key card. "Room 414; I'll be up in five minutes." "I'll be ready she grinned," taking the key card from me much like she took the claim check from the poor clerk. I couldn't wait the full five minutes. "Shit, no one will catch on," I convinced myself as I went up the elevator only two minutes after she did. When I opened up the door the covers had already been pulled down and Sin's shoes were sitting off to the side. She gave me a big smile, sashayed over to me, removed my sport jacket and hung it up, took off my tie and placed it on the dresser, and then turned on the music channel on the TV, found what she was looking for, and started a strip tease. Holy shit was she sensual! My dick was the hardest that it had ever been. When she approached me with her jiggling big tits and shaved pussy with prominent lips I was afraid that I was going to cum in my pants. She apparently sensed that as she undid my belt while murmuring "Normally I'd suck you for a while but you look like you're about to blow and since I rarely get cum in my pussy - usually condoms - I don't want you to waste one." When she pulled me down on top of her on the bed I still had my shirt on, although mercifully my cock was now completely free. "No foreplay necessary, stud," she whispered into my ear, "just fuck the shit out of me." I didn't need any more encouragement. I couldn't believe how wet her pussy was when I shoved my cock into it - tight but well-lubricated. As I started banging away she wrapped her sculptured thighs around me and pulsated her pussy muscles. When after only two minutes I spurted a huge load into her anxious pussy she screamed and then seemed to go almost comatose. I was so overwhelmed by the intensity of my ejaculation and her pulsating pussy muscles that I was close to comatose myself as I lay on her, careful not to crush her, with my cock still firmly planted in her cunt. I really don't know how long it was before we both became fully aware again. When I rolled off of her my dick was still three quarters hard, and a string of cum and pussy excretions followed my cock out of her amazing cunt. She giggled, I chortled. "I didn't know that call girls had orgasms," I said staring into her sparkling azure eyes. "Well this one sure did," she chuckled. "I'm not a good enough actress to fake something that intense. I have no idea why, but that was one of the best fucks of my career." I smiled at that. Then I lifted her legs up in the air and put a pillow under her ass. "What are you doing?" she asked with a look of puzzlement. "I want to see my cum leaking out of your pussy while I stroke your lips and finger your asshole." "I don't do anal," was her sharp reply as I held her legs up. "My cock wants your pussy, not your pucker hole," I laughed. "I just want a little finger play - you'll like it." She was a little apprehensive but I could tell that she liked me lightly pinching her labia and probing her brown hole with a finger or two. After about ten minutes she said "While that feels good, enough of that stud. Lick my clit to get me ready for round two. I was a little apprehensive. "I don't eat my wife after I fuck her," I weakly replied. "First of all, I'm not your wife. Second of all, I said lick my clit not suck the cum out of my pussy. Just leave the cum there - I like the feel of it - but I want my clit stimulated!" I did as told. She had a very sensitive clit and obviously enjoyed my tongue action on it. She also enjoyed my hands squeezing her ample tits while I licked. After a few minutes she shuddered and moaned "Lay on your back." I again did as told. She straddled me and sucked my cock to maximum hardness in no time flat, then held it as she impaled herself on me reverse cowgirl, groaning loudly as the last few centimeters buried themselves in her snug channel. She then proceeded to vigorously move every way imaginable as she supported herself with one hand on my thigh, and massaged my balls with the other hand. I was enjoying things too much, and sitting up was too difficult, for me to reach and latch onto her fabulous tits, so I squeezed her ass with one hand and fingered her pucker hole with the other. She was doing such a good job of acting on my cock, and I was so excited by her activity and manipulating her delicious ass, that I blew another monster load in short order, probably the shortest time between two major ejaculations in my life. I swear that she had another orgasm too because no one outside of a stage can act that well! When she finally raised her abused, dripping, cunt off of my flagpole, I again put her on her back, raised her legs, and started playing with her labia and pucker hole. I couldn't believe it when the alarm went off. "You set the alarm?" I asked, quite incredulous. "Hell yeah - as fun as you are, stud - and by the way I really do like your cock, it fits me perfectly - I am a good businesswoman. But that is just the hour-and-a-half alarm. We have time for a shower together." Well at least I felt better about that. In the shower we kissed and groped each other more than cleaned. I'd love a shot - maybe in the future - at fucking her fantastic tits. She insisted that I leave her crotch alone, however. "I like the feel of your cum in me. I don't get that when using a condom like I require 95% of the time," she whispered while fondling my balls. After our shower, Sinderella immediately got dressed in her lace panties and bra and skin tight jeans and sexy top, gave me a passionate kiss, and was out the door almost exactly two hours after she had entered. Her last words "Did you get your money's worth, Jack?" "Hell yes," I mumbled as I gave a tit and ass cheek one last squeeze. I was wiped out, so without getting dressed I lay on the bed - careful to avoid some spots that were still wet whether from sweat, pussy juice, or cum - and took about a forty five minute nap with pleasant memories swirling through my brain the entire time. After my nap, I got dressed and drove home, expecting a bad reaction from my wife Cindy. I wasn't wrong. As I walked in from the garage, I had to duck to avoid a flying object - fortunately an empty thin-walled plastic water bottle, so it didn't do any damage when it hit the wall near my head. "You fucking bastard, you were out whoring, weren't you?" Cindy screamed. "Eight hundred and twenty bucks is hardly the cost of a whore," I chuckled to myself, but presented an outwardly serious façade and replied "Where did you get that idea. I told you that I'd be late. I had a business meeting." "Bullshit, Tom. I called your office and they said that you left promptly at five and no one knew of any 'business' meeting. You were whoring, weren't you?" "I'm telling you, Cindy, that I had a business meeting. The people in my office don't know everything that I do. Now come on; why would I go whoring when I have a beautiful wife like you?" Actually, Cindy is a beautiful woman; but now a seemingly angry-as-a-hornet one. "Don't give me that shit, Tom. You haven't been worth a damn in bed recently and I'm sure that you're getting pussy on the side. Since no one but me would ever let you fuck them without a payment of some kind that means that you must have been whoring." "Now come on Cindy," I said approaching her with open arms and trying to defuse the situation, "don't insult me like that. I've always treated you with respect; and you have no grounds for your accusations." When I tried to hug her, she pushed me away, and started belittling me some more, calling me "dickless" and a number of other choice names. Finally I decided that it was time to show her who was "dickless," and with my confidence buoyed by how pleased Sinderella seemed to have been with my performance, I grabbed Cindy and carried her to our bedroom. She was kicking and screaming the entire way, but I'm much bigger and stronger than she is so I got there without being the recipient of too much damage. As I threw her down on the bed I held onto her dress, ripping the entire fucking thing off of her. As she kicked and screamed I ripped off her lace panties and turned her face down on the bed and unclasped her bra, freeing her ample tits. "Get the fuck away from me, fucktard," she yelled as she kicked. I knew that I'd have a few bruises the next day but I was on a mission. I kept a pair of fur-lined handcuffs, which I had not yet had the chance to use, in the night table. While fending Cindy off with one hand I got them out of the top drawer, and then held her wrists together. "Ouch, you're hurting me," she cried out. "Then stop flipping around like a landed marlin and resign yourself to getting fucked." That comment didn't help much, but I did overpower her and got the cuffs on her, threaded through our sturdy metal headboard. She was on her knees on the bed facing the headboard to which she was cuffed and swearing like a sailor. I casually removed my clothes on the side of the bed so that she could see me doing it and the major hard-on that I was sprouting. "Don't you dare get that little impotent cock anywhere near my sweet pussy," she bellowed several times. I slapped her ass and using the old platitude from Victorian England when married women were counseled on how to do their unpleasant martial duty of succumbing to their husband's sexual advances, I chuckled "Cindy darling, just close your eyes and think of England." That didn't get a laugh, just more swear words. I was finally able to hold her ass still enough to shove my dick into her. Despite her protestations, she was as wet as I ever remember. I bent over her back, grabbed her abundant tits, and lightly pinched her nipples as I pounded her as hard as I ever had. It was only a couple of minutes when her swearing stopped and she started pounding back into me and moaning in a low voice. Then she even started pulsating her pussy. I thought that she was having a heart attack she spasmed so much when I grunted loudly as I ejaculated my third massive load of the evening, and after a banshee scream she went limp. I really, really, really felt good as endorphins flooded my brain while I lay on her limp sweaty back as she emitted random groans herself. There was a loud "pop" when I finally pulled my deflating cock out of her drenched pussy. I undid the handcuffs, turned her on her back, and just like I did with Sinderella elevated her legs, put a pillow under her ass, and played with her labia and pucker hole. * * * * * After about ten minutes Cindy regained clarity. A big smile crossed her face. "I love you so much, Tom," she gushed with a few tears in her eyes. I gently guided her legs back onto the mattress and cuddled up to her nose-to-nose. "I love you too, Cindy, with all my heart!" I sincerely replied. "Then honestly tell me," she giggled. "Did you enjoy me more as Sinderella or the wronged, aggressive, pissed-off wife?" "God, you were so fantastic in both roles that you missed your calling. You should have been an actress. All I can say is that tonight I had the three best sexual experiences of my life with a cayenne pepper call girl as beautiful as my wife, and my wife as hot and sexy as a cayenne pepper call girl." "Do you think that Dr. Bradford knows what the hell she's talking about? Will this role-playing when I'm at my most fertile period result in a pregnancy? We've been trying so hard for so long..." Cindy got out before tears started flowing. "Damn right it's going to work," I smiled as I wiped away some tears. "That was the most sperm I've ever spewed out in my life, and we raised your legs up for ten minutes after each time, just like Dr. Bradford said, to give my little swimmers the best chance." "I have a good feeling about it," she giggled as she wiped away the remnants of her tears. "By the way, I need some of that money back to buy stuff with tomorrow," I grinned. "Are you saying that I wasn't worth $820?" she snickered. "Hell no, you were worth a hundred times that. I simply need to buy some stuff with cash tomorrow, and I gave it all to you." After a pause for dramatic effect and with a diabolical grin and a chuckle she continued "Well, let's see how good you eat me right now, and if you get it up a fourth time tonight I might give you a couple of hundred back." I tickled her, then sucked on her clit, and for the first time in my life got it up a fourth time in one twenty four hour period. As we fell asleep in each other's arms I was absolutely giddy with the thought "we have another few days while Cindy's in her most fertile period, and I intend to keep my cock buried in her pussy that entire time." * * * * * Three and a half weeks later Cindy found out that she was pregnant. She insisted that we celebrate with another role-play. I acted as a cop who pulled her over in the park for drunken driving, and fucked her twice in the back seat of the car (once her pussy, once her tits) as my payment for not writing her up. It was almost as awesome as the prostitute-angry housewife scenario!