Cinderella after Midnight (F/F Rough Sex‪)‬

Cinderella's not interested in a prince, but the royal ball may just be an opportunity to pull her family out of poverty. When she goes to the magician Phoebe for a dress, however, it comes with a catch: the gown will dissolve at midnight, leaving Cinderella with only a sexy scandal. But when Phoebe finds Cinderella at the ball, she's determined to keep her out late for some rough fun in the dark! This 4300 word story contains F/F sex, masturbation, exhibitionism, choking, roleplaying, genderbending, and a double-headed glass dildo; adults only!

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Excerpt:


Phoebe and I fell back into the waltz. “So I don’t suppose you’re here to court the prince either?” I asked.


“Ah, no.” She used her arm at my waist to draw me in just a little bit closer. “Truth be told, I’d rather have a princess.”


My head swam at this confession, my heart in my throat. “Then what are we doing here?” I took both of her hands as I dragged her from the ballroom to the courtyard.


We were alone under the stars; anyone who cared was still inside pining for the attention of the royal family. I reached for Phoebe’s mask, but she stopped me. “Let’s pretend we are strangers to one another tonight.”


“What, a single anonymous tryst in the palace courtyard?”


“Yes.” She ran her hands down my sides, stopping at my hips to pull me in close. She was cupping my breast in her strong, beautiful hands, and I only barely avoided leaning into her touch. “You wear this dress so well.” She dipped a hand inside the neckline to find my soft milk-white breast and tweak my nipple. I shivered in delight.


“That day,” I told her conspiratorially, “with your hands all over me to take measurements...I could scarcely contain myself. I....” I hesitated, not even believing I could be so brazen to admit my masturbation to her.


She cocked her head with a smile. “Yes?” Her hands wandered over my tits, kneading and teasing them in the best sort of pain.


“I thought of it later when I touched myself,” I admitted.


Her laughter was beautiful. “So did I,” she said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Now.” Her tone shifted and she pulled her fingers out of my dress. “I believe I said we’d fuck like strangers, and we’ve done a very bad job of that so far.” She pulled me to a marble statue base in the garden. “Bend over.”