[NSFW] Cinderella – Handjob
MC (): You know, I still have a hard time believing how much you’ve improved in just a few days.
MC (): You were okay when you first started, but I can’t even take my eyes off of you when you dance now. It’s like you’re in a whole another world. It’s…magical.
C (): Thank you. I practiced as much as I could whenever I got the chance. I feel like there’s still a lot for me to learn, but I’m happy that you think I’m doing well.
C (): I wouldn’t have even gotten this far if you hadn’t helped me, you know.
MC (): Eh, I just gave you the tools, you were the one that made the masterpiece!
C (): Haha, thank you. But still. You know…I was actually thinking about something.
C (): I…I saw the way you were looking at me while I danced.
Oh shit, your wishful thinking didn’t seem to have made her forgot your little “incident.”
Though the way she said that makes you relax a little, no angry person talks like that.
So why exactly is she bringing this up now?
MC (): Oh, uh…Cindy, I’m really sor—
C (): No, no! It’s not like that. It’s just that… You gave me so much, and now, I want to try and give something back to you. If you don’t mind that is!
MC (): …Is she saying what I think she’s saying?
MC (): Ehm, okay?
C (): …Really?
MC (): Yeah, sure, why not?
C (): Alright! Okay, uh, can you lay down on the bed?
MC (): Sure…
Already quite aroused at the thoughts going through your head, you penguin waddle as inconspicuously as you can to the bed.
C (): Okay, well, I haven’t really done anything like this before, so please tell me if I do anything wrong, okay?
MC (): Of course.
You lay supine on the bed with your legs held close together so that nothing unwanted springs up at the wrong moment.
She climbs onto the bed after you, a bright pink blush covering her porcelain skin.
She stops near your thighs and tucks her legs to the side as she bends in over your thighs and places her hands on them.
You release a warm held breath as she slowly begins to knead your thighs over your clothes very lightly.
MC (): Oh, I guess this is kinda nice as well…
C (): How…How is it?
MC (): Well, it feels nice! It’s just, you’re massaging my pants more than me, and it could be a little better if you pressed a little…harder.
C (): Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I was just so distracted that I didn’t even notice! I’m so, so sorry!
MC (): Hey, hey, it’s alright. It still felt pretty good.
C (): No, if I’m doing this, I’m doing this right!
C (): Uh, can you…can you please remove your pants so that I can give you a massage properly?
Oh boy.
C (): You’ve given me so much, and all I could give in return was a simple “Thank you.” I wanted to do something more today. So, please?
MC (): …It can’t be that noticeable… right?
You concentrate harder than a Buddist monk as you slowly remove your pants before laying down again.
C (): …
She doesn’t utter a word as she begins massaging you once again, now hard enough to actually feel good.
She tries hard but fails to not sneak in peeks at your crotch. Each glance eliciting an even deeper blush on her cheeks.
She slowly begins moving her hands up your thighs, getting dangerously close to your crotch.
You’ve stopped trying to keep your arousal down as your underwear tents showing your true emotions to all.
All of a sudden she latches her hands on your underwear before looking deep into your eyes.
You nod without even really realizing it, and she pulls down the last thing hiding your arousal in one quick motion, finally freeing your almost uncomfortable erection.
She stares at it, almost transfixed, she breathes in and out in quick succession and bites her lip to regain some control.
She moves her hand to touch it but stops all of a sudden at the last moment.
C (): …May I?
You nod slightly, and she takes ahold of it instantly. An incredible feeling of pleasure fils you as you feel her divinely silken hand feel out your entire length almost agonizingly slowly.
The soft warmth of her hand feels incredible as you buck your hips ever so slightly to her slow rhythm. As if she realized what you were doing, she speeds up, holding you tight one second, soft the next, never letting you get used to her movements.
MC (): Ci—Cindy, I’m—
C (): Yes, please!
And that’s all you need as you buck your hips one last time as you release all over her hands and dress.
Your eyes are closed as you pant deeply, trying to take in what exactly just happened.
You open your eyes to find Cindy examining her cum covered hands.
MC (): Sorry about that.
C (): Oh! Don’t be, please. I…I like it.
You almost don’t believe this is the same girl that you met so long ago.
Having decided to take a shower to clean herself off, she parts with one last kiss, leaving you there in your post-orgasmic bliss to head back to the workshop.