Princess Penelope tossed and turned in her bed in hot, sweaty frustration, her translucent green negligee clinging to her young, unblemished, freshly nineteen year old body. Her rigid pink nipples stood out from her average, firm breasts, screaming for her to tweak them. Her engorged shining clitoris was equally erect, sticking out of her hairless vagina like a little flag that said "PLEASE FUCK ME." Her long brown hair that she had tied into a single braid that went to the top of her perfect, nimble ass was coming undone. Of course she had tried masturbation, she had tried if over a dozen times by now, and despite a countless slew of orgasms and a very wet mattress she was no closer to a restful sleep than she had been three hours ago.
Princess Penelope had always had this problem: she was a total nymphomaniac, but her condition had only gotten truly unbearable since her eighteenth birthday. Every slight unexpected sensation would send electric shivers through her body, and even a slight wind blowing up her skirt could cause an uncontrollable orgasm that would leave her knees wobbling. Even if a small, uncooked pea was left underneath the mountain of mattresses she slept on, the microscopic bump would be enough to excite her lust, and she'd spend all night humping the surface of her bed like she was trying to fuck it to death.
Unfortunately this condition of hers was hardly a secret, and Penelope's mother and sisters loved to tease her about it. The Queen would often greet her daughter in the morning with a loving spank to her tight, little ass, provoking an orgasm so powerful the young princess would scream. Her sisters would pinch and kiss her, knowing full well that for Penelope a mere caress was like being fucked by a horse. The teasing and prodding during the day was one thing, but having to go all night in a sexual hysteria was too much for her. She needed her sleep, it was the one time that was all for herself and not for her family, or the kingdom, or the court. She wanted these mere eight hours to herself so she could get some blessed rest, but her raging sex-drive simply wouldn't allow it.
Giving up on sleep, she hoped out of her bed, which was made of a dozen mattresses piled on top of one another, and went to the massive gold-plated door that lead to her large bedroom. She opened it, peeking out into the hall, her naked body showing perfectly through the transparent green material of her gown. Even the chill of the hallway was enough to make her swoon. There was a young maid wondering the halls, looking rather frightened and lost.
"You, Tiffany, Get your little ass over here now!" Princess Penelope snapped. She was not always mean, but the combination of intense arousal and lack of sleep turned her into a total bitch.
The maid squeaked and ran over, nearly tripping on her high-heeled shoes. "Yes Princess Penelope. Do you need me to . . . kiss you . . . down there again, so you can go to sleep?"
"No, I've already tried alleviating myself over a dozen times, and I doubt your clumsy little tongue will get the job done any better than I can. One of my sisters must have placed another pea in my bed somewhere. Once it is removed I should be able to get some sleep."
"Do . . . do you want me to find it."
Penelope snorted. "No, dummy. You couldn't find a cock on a man if he was fucking you up the ass with it. Go get that new maid, the one with the big ugly tits. She seems smart. What was her name?"
"Cinderella, your grace."
"Yes. Go get me Cinderella."
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The cute, timid maid pranced through the halls of the palace in her tiny miniskirt and open blouse, the typical uniform for a maid of the palace, as she looked for Cinderella. When she found the buxom thirty year old she was on her knees sucking one of the fattest cocks the little maid had ever seen. Cinderella was brand new to the palace but she had made quite a splash on the first day, turning heads and wetting panties with her amazing, lewd, curvaceous body. Her golden hair was always tied up in a bun, but was always slightly disheveled. Her large breasts swelled in the tight constraint of her skimpy uniform, and her luscious ass stuck out like a battering ram. Cinderella hadn't been employed for more than a day before rumor had it she fucked the King and the Queen without either finding out about it till later, and she was now their most frequent bedmate.
At the current moment Cinderella was only half dressed, her large tits hanging out, her thong dangling above her ankle. She was bobbing her head on eight inches of cock, belonging to a rather handsome guardsman. Long strands of spit were dripping from her pouty, pink lips and onto her smooth, shining breasts.
"Um, Excuse me," Tiffany stuttered.
"Hm?" Cinderella looked up, never stopping her felatio.
"Cinderella, Princess Penelope requests your presence in her private bedchamber."
Cinderella's mouth loudly popped off of the guard's cock, causing it to wave up and down and slap wetly against the top of her head. "Penelope? That bitch? I would have never figured her for a lesbian. I mean, I've been munching on her sister's cunts for weeks and she's never even looked at me twice. I'm surprised she even knows my name."
Tiffany's little legs danced as she felt herself getting wet. "Um . . . well . . . I don't think she needs . . . that."
Cinderella looked annoyed, tired, and hungry for more cock. "Well then why can't you do whatever it is that bitch needs?"
"Well . . . it's just . . . her sisters keep hiding things in her bed which keep her from sleeping soundly. She needs someone to help her look for whatever it is keeping her awake, and she doesn't really trust me. Last time it took me almost an hour to find an acorn her older sister Suckle had hidden underneath her seventh mattress."
Cinderella groaned reluctantly, but she stood up and pulled her panties up, struggling to get her massive breasts back into the small cups of her white blouse. "Sorry Randal, we'll have to take a rain-check on that blowjob."
"Aw, c'mon babe," Randall groaned, clutching his obscenely large, hairy cock. "Don't leave me with blue-balls like this, it'll kill me."
"Well, alright," Cinderella smiled. She grabbed Tiffany by her black hair and pushed the girl to her dainty knees in front of the imposing Randal, his hot spit-covered cock looming above her pretty face like a bludgeon. "I'll go help Princess Bitch with her mattress, you finish up here. Thanks sweetie."
Cinderella laughed haughtily to herself as she left the room, closing the door on the sound of Tiffany gagging on Randal's big dick.
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Things had not been going to great for Cinderella since she turned thirty. She had thought her life was going to end happily ever after just a few years ago, after she had gone to Prince Sexy's ball in nothing but the transparent lingerie and glass underwear given to her by her Fairy Dominatrix. She had snuck away from the abusive stepmother and stepsisters who used her like a cheap sex-toy. She had managed to seduce Prince Sexy and he even proposed to her, right in front of those evil cunts she called her family, and the next several years were filled with globe-trotting vacations, shopping sprees, and sex like she had never imagined. She had foolishly though that Prince Sexy would be hers forever, that his big, perfect cock was for her pussy alone, but then he met that lazy slut Sleeping Beauty and that was the end of that. Now Cinderella was out on her ass with nothing to her name but her big fake tits and cock-sucking skills that could drain the water from a stone, and despite briefly being an actual princess, she was now just a lowly maid again.
When she got to Princess Penelope's room she walked in without bothering to knock. She was still getting use to being a maid rather than a princess herself, so her manners were a little lacking. She laughed when she saw Princess Penelope sitting in a chair, her slender legs spread wide open as she polished a wooden dildo with her dripping cunt, moaning in pleasure.
"Need help handling that wooden cock, Princess?" Cinderella laughed haughtily.
Penelope's eyes went wide with shock and embarrassment, and she reluctantly tore the dildo free and tossed it aside, flinging droplets of pussy-juice everywhere. "Eek! What, what the FUCK are you doing?"
Cinderella rolled her eyes at the shy slut. "Answering your summons, oh your majesty," she sarcastically said as she curtsied, showing off her endless cleavage to the still developing nineteen year old. "I hear you need someone to tuck you in."
Penelope looked so angry her pretty head might explode. She hopped to her feet and pulled her nightgown down to cover her nakedness, not that it mattered. Her sweat made the material so transparent Cinderella could study every detail of the princess's lithe body. Her medium sized breasts, her pert nipples. Her flat, toned stomach and supple thighs, not to mention the most edible little ass Cinderella had seen since Prince Sexy left her.
"There's something in my bed and it's keeping me awake. Find it!" she pointed towards the twelve mattresses piled up on one another, each stuffed with goose-feathers and woven from the finest silks and cottons.
Cinderella chuckled, her large breasts jiggling. "Sweetheart, I've been in orgies that required less bedding than that. Why do you have so many mattresses?"
Penelope stamped her foot. "You're a maid. A fucking MAID! You don't question me, you just fucking do it!"
