I always loved the way his cock felt inside me. He was the biggest, and by the far best, lover I ever had. Maybe it was because he was so big, or that...he knew what he was doing, but to this day I still miss that cock. He started thrusting hard and fast and it wasn't long till I felt my orgasm coming on, so I started moving my hips back to meet his thrusts. My orgasm shot through me and my arms gave out making my ass go higher in the air. His cock hit my g-spot and I gasped and my legs were. My step-sisters have gone there, but sadly not me,Their hopes are quite high, though they're very ugly.Being a boy, I can't be his bride,But attending that ball would have got me outside;Cinder's my name, though I once had another,Taken away by my step- sisters-and-mother;For too many years I've served at their whim,Hoping for change though the chances are slim."Cheer up, young Cinder," said a voice suddenly,"you'll go to the ball if you leave things to me."A mysterious woman, she'd just now. Men I'd devoured.I recalled a story where the man had been tasked to perform with an audience of appreciative women. And a reality where he'd just had me to show. A silly situation a friend told me, with two men playing for each other while she rubbed in the shadows. I rubbed now, without shadows, without fear and without doubt.He was ready to come. His cock was swelled, and his breathing was shallow. He stood close, so his movement was near me, and he smiled at me before the last stroke.When. My pussy was now only about a foot from his face and he had this hungry look in his eyes. I could tell that he wanted my smooth, dripping wet pussy and I wanted him to have it. I wanted to feel his lips pressed up against it, pushing his tongue against it teasingly before flipping me over and slamming into me with his hard cock. But he didn’t touch me. Part of me was disappointed but the other part of me was proud. “Turn around,” he said in an almost demanding voice and my body shook. Him.