Once Upon a Time

A.J. Roman

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Delve into this collection of wickedly erotic takes on some of the much-loved fairy tale classics The Maiden Cinderella by A.J. Roman Cinderella thought she was the only girl in town not going to the palace tonight for the prince's birthday party, until she found the magic she needed from her own fairy godmother. Soon, she finds herself at the palace, alone with the prince, having a celebration all their own. Unfortunately, her magical evening ended too soon, but not before the prince decided one taste was not enough, and he would not stop until he found her to finish what they started. Richard Whittington and his Cat by Slave Nano 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 protege? Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Redux by John Bauer Goldilocks, an adult woman, finds intimacy with men barely satisfying. Then a witch casts a spell, she gets lost in a storm, and her re-told tale bears a different outcome. A Curious Encounter by M. Marie Upon returning to Wonderland years after her first great adventure, Alice is finding the magical location no less baffling or confusing. Lost and dismayed, she resorts to her childhood habit of speaking aloud to herself to try and calm her mounting frustration. However, while a certain grinning feline looks on, it's an unseen stranger - with a stern, yet oddly familiar voice - that holds the key to reigning in Alice's emotions and taking control of the spiralling situation. Babes in the Woods by Vanessa de Sade A fierce blizzard is raging as Babes finds herself abandoned in the woods by her father's new girlfriend. Lost in the darkness, she stumbles upon the enticing cottage of the voluptuous Thrift Store Lady, but all is not as it seems as she strips to bathe in the house's warm and scented interior, especially when a virile young buck called Wolfgang appears on the scene...

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• Erotic literature

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• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 28 avril 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781785381942
• Langue: English

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ONCE UPON A TIME
A House of Erotica Collection



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Once Upon a Time
published in 2015 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
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The Maiden Cinderella
A.J. Roman
Cinderella thought she was the only girl in town not going to the palace tonight for the prince’s birthday party, until she found the magic she needed from her own fairy godmother. Soon, she finds herself at the palace, alone with the prince, having a celebration all their own. Unfortunately, her magical evening ended too soon, but not before the prince decided one taste was not enough, and he would not stop until he found her to finish what they started.
There was an excitement in the air, and everyone could feel it. Prince Andrew IV, the third of the king’s four sons, was celebrating his birthday, and the king extended an invitation to everyone in town. This stirred up a frenzy with the unmarried women. The competition for his affections was very high; even the most well-mannered of ladies were known to offer a particular favor in order to be in his company.
One particular maiden did not share in the excitement. Not only was Cinderella not attending the celebration, she was not even mingling with her neighbors at the marketplace. She loved the market, and not just because of the charming and friendly merchants. It was her only time to be away from her stepmother and stepsisters, who delighted in making her life miserable. At least, from her cold attic bedroom, she had one of the best vantages to watch the people at the marketplace. She always found herself watching one merchant in particular: Bianca, the herbalist. She was rather young - not quite thirty, Cinderella guessed - and unapologetically unmarried. She was bright and vivacious, flirting with men and women alike, encouraging them to try her concoctions. She had the entire town enchanted by her. What Cinderella would not have given to have an ounce of her charisma and sex appeal. Bianca never flirted with Cinderella. She guessed it was because the woman pitied her.
“Apples.” Her stepmother did not even look up to acknowledge her presence. “I want fresh apple tarts tomorrow in the morning. They are Madeline’s favorite treat and I suspect we shall have some celebrating to do by the morning.” Cinderella nearly scoffed at the thought. Madeline was the older of her two stepsisters, and while she was tall and slight, she suffered from an unfortunate overbite and hair that reacted adversely to every weather condition.
“Apples, Stepmother? But it is approaching dusk. Far too late for me to be so far into the orchards.”
“Did you think you had a choice, dear? You will have nothing else to do this evening. Fresh apples. A cobbler tonight as well, upon our return.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Cinderella sighed in resignation as she tied her cloak. Again, the peace and quiet she longed for had eluded her.
***
After an hour, Cinderella’s arms were in pain from dragging two bushels full of apples through the orchard. She stopped when she heard a giggle nearby. She did not know anyone else was in the orchards. She thought her mind was playing tricks on her, but then she heard the woman’s voice again, this time as a moan, followed by two distinct male voices.
At the edge of the creek, she found the source: Bianca, and two men Cinderella recognized as hunters. Bianca was on her hands and knees, with one man at each end. The man behind her fucked her pussy, while the other held her hair in his hands while he slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Beside Bianca’s moans, she only heard the man in her mouth tell her to “suck it deep.”
Without realizing it, Cinderella had untied her bodice and loosened the first few inches, freeing her own breasts. She smoothed her fingers over the tips of her hardened nipples, delighting in the sensation that was traveling to her pussy. She watched as the man fucking Bianca from behind pumped faster and then stopped, pumping one or two more times before he withdrew. Bianca smiled, watching the men switch positions. The larger man slid his cock into her waiting pussy, while the other man brought his spent cock to her mouth. Just as the other man had minutes before, the larger man started pumping harder, and then stopped, burying himself all the way inside her.
“Come here, girl,” Bianca turned to Cinderella, who had not realized she had been discovered. Her breasts were still free and her nipples were still hard. She tried to straighten herself and cover her breasts with her cloak. “No, dear. Come as you are.” Bianca gave Cinderella the same assuring smile that she had seen her give to dozens of her customers at the marketplace.
Bianca looked Cinderella up and down. She had noticed Cinderella around the market several times over the years. She had watched her grow from a shy girl to a young woman who should be preparing for a husband. She watched as Cinderella interacted with her neighbors and townsfolk, but coiled when she was complimented by men. She guessed it was due to her stepmother, a woman who took pride in asserting herself in public by putting Cinderella down. Bianca suspected her stepmother was simply jealous, for Cinderella was more beautiful than her homely daughters. Cinderella’s golden hair was wavy and long, and she was the only girl in town with those special green eyes. Her lips, like her eyes, were unique - full, ripe, and lush, and her skin was milky white. She was of average height and weight, with a narrow waist and slender hips, but her breasts were quite ample.
“Why are you here tonight, Cinderella? Surely you should be at home, preparing for the celebration tonight.”
“I am not allowed to attend,” Cinderella answered. “My stepmother said it is my punishment for breaking her mirror.”
Bianca laughed. “Dear, if I were the mirror, I would be thanking you for putting me out of my misery. The horror that mirror must have felt having to show that woman’s face back to her.” Cinderella could not help but smile. She knew people in town whispered about her stepmother’s undeserving vanity, but no one had ever said so out loud. “You are too easily resolved to not going to the palace tonight. Every woman in town wants to go. Why not you? Do you not want to meet the prince? He is quite handsome, you know. Charming. Very...endowed. He may not be the eldest son, but I suspect he got the crown jewels in the family.”
Cinderella blushed. “I have seen him before, ma’am. He is handsome, yes. But I am not the kind of girl to fetch his attention.”
“No? I disagree, Cinderella. You are everything a man like him should want. You are young. Sweet. Demure.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
Bianca scoffed. “Please, you know my name, child.” Bianca turned and addressed the men. “You do know Marcus and Henry? Excellent hunters, both of them. They know these parts well. And these parts as well.” Bianca runs her hand down her stomach, and the men behind her laugh. “They bring me gifts from the farthest edges of the forests, and I thank them for their efforts. Cinderella, dear, if you learn nothing in life, learn that there is nothing wrong with being a bit of a whore when you must be. Men will go to the ends of the earth for you if you make his eyes roll back while you roll his coin purse.”
Cinderella smiled and blushed again at the thought of being so bold, even with just one man. Her smile faded and her eyes grew wide when she realized Bianca, still naked, was now only inches from her face, and her hands were fondling her exposed breasts. “I think you should go to the palace tonight. Take his attention. Show him these beautiful breasts. Make him want you.”
Cinderella lowered her eyes. “I don’t know how, ma’am. Bianca. I don’t know how to enjoy a man like you do.”
Bianca smiled. “But you do, girl. Take your garments off.” Cinderella’s breath caught. “Now, girl. You cannot go to the palace in these clothes. Marcus, a fire, please.” The smaller man gathered branches and struck his flint, growing a small fire. Cinderella slowly undressed while Bianca reached into a nearby satchel and pulled a combination of flowers, herbs, and bottles that Cinderella could not make out the contents of. Bianca handed Cinderella’s garments to Marcus before turning her attention back to the shy girl. Bianca went to her and ran her hands down her arms, across her abdomen, and up between her breasts. Cinderella’s nipples hardened, and Bianca grazed her fingertips across each distended tip. “You must relax, or this will not work.” Bianca took a drop from one of the bottles and rubbed it between her fingers, then turned to Cinderella and slid one finger through her folds and against her clit. Immediately, Cinderella tensed.
“Do not stop, Cinderella. Enjoy yourself. Gentlemen, the fire, please.” The men turned away from the women to continue preparing the fire, and Bianca returned her attention to Cinderella’s pussy. Marcus brought another bottle to Bianca, who added two more drops to her fingers. She then inserted her fingers into Cinderella’s pussy. A wave of sensation unlike any she had ever felt took over Cinderella. Bianca’s fingers in Cinde