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Once upon a time there lived four princesses.”Welcome, ladies,” said Princess Isabella, kissing Princess Snowie and Princess Cindy on their pristinely made-up faces.The ladies took their seats as Mrs. Potts scurried about, pouring their tea. Isabella was dressed in a lovely yellow dress, appropriately hiding her curves with her brown hair pulled back in a yellow satin ribbon. Snowie wore a more colorful dress of yellow, red, and blue. Last but not least, Cindy donned her signature baby-blue gown, floor-length, of course. Their signature tiaras topped their perfectly-coifed heads. Anyone would say the ladies flawlessly embodied everyone’s vision of a princess.”Where’s Jazz?” asked Snowie.”Jazz is un-fashionably late, as usual,” scoffed Isabella.”Did I hear one of your goody-goody lips speak my name?” a silky voice said, bursting into the parlor. Princess Jazz had arrived, flaunting a somewhat-sheer purple harem outfit, baring her toned midriff. “You’re late,” fussed Isabella, peering at Jazz over her reading glasses.”Sorry, Princess. I was getting in one last ass-fuck from Al before he left to join your hubbies at the annual prince convention.” She waited until their gaping mouths closed before she continued, “Oh, and he gave me a present to remember him by.” With her last word, she bent over, dropped her harem pants, spread her cheeks, and shocked them with her sparkling, blue butt plug. A collective gasp was uttered from the princesses.”Wh … wh … what … is that?” Cindy stuttered.”It’s a butt plug,” Isabella quickly answered.Snowie cocked her eyebrow at her and pursed her red lips, so Isabelle quickly added, “I read about it in a book – avid reader here, remember?”Having received the desired effect, Jazz hopped into a seat, releasing a tiny squeal as her butt plug jiggled a little upon impact.Genie materialized beside them, shouting, “Whassup, bitches!”He startled Snowie and she sloshed her tea all over her snow-white complexion.”Genie!” she fussed, cleaning her face with her handkerchief. “How many times have we told you not to just ‘pop in’ like that?” Genie blew fake kisses to all the girls before he responded, “Sorry, girl.  Al asked me to look after Jazz until he returns from the convention tomorrow. But, hey girls, I know this is a Princess sleepover, so you won’t even know I’m he-“His sentence was cut short when Cindy’s fairy godmother appeared beside him. He hoped the princesses didn’t notice his normally blue face blushing at the sight of her. Luckily, a blue mist-shrouded Genie from the güvenilir bahis waist down, so no one saw his rising cock. The Princesses also failed to notice the bulge slightly protruding from Fairy Godmother’s fluffy frock. Genie noticed and grew hopeful.Fairy Godmother hugged each of the young ladies before turning her attention to Genie. He remained quiet until spoken to. “Genie, good to see you again,” she formally stated, nodding her head to him.”Good to see you, Fairy Godmother,” he answered, with eyes downcast.Jazz pulled a flask out of her top and added the dark liquid to her tea as the ladies continued chatting amongst themselves. She offered some to the others but they turned up their pert noses.Genie and Fairy Godmother retreated to a corner, giving the ladies some privacy. Fairy Godmother jump-scared Genie by slipping her hand behind him and stuffing not one, but two fingers inside his ass. His cheeks tightened from the intrusion while his eyes bugged off his blue-turned-purple face.”Do not cum, Pet,” she ordered.”Yes, Mistress,” he replied, struggling already as her fingers worked his ass. His blue cloud extended further to conceal his lengthening cock. The princesses enjoyed their tea and cookies, laughing together, reminiscing about their days before they met their princes. Cindy grew quiet, her blue eyes sparkling with tears.”Cindy, what’s the matter?” asked Isabella.”Nothing,” she sniffled.”Come on, tell us, blondie. We’re your girls. You can tell us anything,” prodded Jazz.”Well … sometimes … I just wish I had more time before I became a princess. I just … well … had a few things I wanted to try.””I understand. We were all very young when our prince charmings found us. And while we love them, we missed out on some experiences. What did you want to do, Cindy?” asked Snowie.”You won’t understand,” she sniffled.”You know I will. I’m not the judgmental twat in the room,” Jazz said, snapping her head around toward Snowie.”I am not that judgmental, Jazz! Now, Cindy, tell us. We want to know.””Well, I … I … wanted to do some nice things with Ana,” Cindy revealed, cheeks flushing.”Ana, your evil stepsister? Now, you have me interested. Go on,” pushed Jazz.”She wasn’t evil. She just pretended to go along with her sister and mother so they wouldn’t punish her. In truth, she was a kind and loving soul to me. After stepmother would whip me, Ana would come to my room and rub cool cream on my sore bottom.””Wait a minute! Were you attracted to her? Like you wanted to eat her snatch, güvenilir bahis siteleri suck her titties, stuff like that?”Cindy turned a hundred shades of red, yet bobbed her head up and down in acknowledgment.”Ewww.” The sound escaped Snowie’s mouth before she could close it. Jazz shot darts at her with her eyes and she quickly recanted, “Sorry, Cindy. Go on, please.””And I was ordered to bathe my stepsisters. While I greatly disliked bathing Dru, I enjoyed my time with Ana. She would make the most delightful noises as I washed her breasts. When the time came for me to clean her private areas, she would spread her legs and place her feet on the edges of the tub. I truly found her quite lovely down there. Our eyes locked a few times and I think if given more time, we might have enjoyed a sweet kiss together.”Jazz looked towards Snowie and Isabelle adding, “That’s blondie’s way of telling us she wanted to fuck her stepsister.” The princesses sat doe-eyed, but each reached out, patting Cindy’s hands in acceptance.The girls grew quiet, in deep thought. Cindy’s big reveal unleashed all their suppressed fantasies. Isabelle broke the silence when she spouted, “I like furry things.”Even Jazz gasp at that admission. “Whoa! What did-“”I like furry things!” Isabelle repeated with conviction. “And I’m not ashamed to admit it.”Cindy was perplexed and asked, “Like cuddly kittens?”Isabelle shook her head. “Like my husband before the spell was broken.” She paused, then continued, “We have a dungeon here, you know. I heard the staff talking about it, but it has been locked since I first arrived. I never asked my husband about it, but fantasized. The staff called him ‘Master’ when he was the beast.””And you wanted to call him Master too?” asked Cindy, slowly catching on.”Yes, I did. I haven’t really thought about it in much detail…””Tell us … pleeeaaase,” begged Cindy, enjoying the naughty turn their tea-time had taken.”If you insist,” Isabelle said. She inhaled a deep breath and continued, “I was being disobedient as usual, refusing to come to dinner. Master pounded on my boudoir door, demanding I open it. I refused, of course. So, with his brute strength, he ripped the door off its hinges. My pussy quivered in a delicious mixture of fear and excitement. This furry beast stalked towards me, causing the ground beneath my feet to shake. Upon reaching me, he hoisted me into the air as if I was light as a feather and slung me over his shoulder, before stalking back out of the room. I put up a fight, kicking iddaa siteleri him and pounding his furry back with my fists. He responded with sharp slaps on my bottom. “He descended the steps three-by-three all the way down to the dungeon. I had heard the staff whisper about it, but when I explored the castle, it was always locked. The beast opened the door, then spun around, so I could lift my head and be shocked by what was in store for me. Iron restraints were attached to the walls at varying heights. Devilish looking floggers covered a large wooden table. Various sized leather straps hung from their handles. I gasped. Was my gasp aroused anticipation or absolute terror? I do not know. Next, he stomped through the door and dumped me in a heap onto the floor. “Dragging me by my ponytail, he slid me up the wall, clasping my wrists into the restraints, with me facing the wall. Then, I heard it. The tell-tale cracking sound of a whip. My bottom flinched as if already struck. My breath caught with the approaching thud of his footsteps. Beastly hands yanked my head back, as his fangs grazed my cheek with his whispers of torture. My sweet flower betrayed me, dribbling juices down my thighs.”He pulled away and Crack! Crack! Crack! The strikes came in quick succession, stealing my time to adjust. I cried in pain but also craved more. “He freed my wrists and lifted me up, back against his chest, only to slam me down, impaling me with his monster cock, as his massive arms splayed my legs open. I reached my arms behind my head to tangle my fingers in his thick fur. His rough tongue lapped my sensitive ears and neck. My backside slid up and down his furry chest as his thrusting started. I feared his thick cock would split me apart. “My legs shook in his arms. My body ached for release, racing to that magnificent peak. His grunts burst my eardrums. Bracing for what was coming, I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip. Then, our orgasms hit. My own screams rivaled his growls. His fur became sticky with my sweet honey pouring over him. His seed bathed my pussy walls in warmth. Oh my…” Isabelle had closed her eyes mid-way through her story but now opened them again, trying to regain normal breathing.The others were speechless. Jazz finally broke the silence, her mouth turned up in a smirk, saying, “Well, I can tell you hadn’t thought much about that fantasy.” She continued, “So, just a guess … are most of those book cracks you have your nose stuffed in erotic novels?”Before Isabelle could answer, Jazz noticed Snowie wrinkling her nose in judgment again. “Hey, Snowie, don’t give her that look. You are not as prim and proper as you want us to believe. You lived with seven men for fuck’s sake. Did you never think about being hammered by those midgets?”

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