You can't resist.

"Umm...excuse me for being so forward, but I saw what appears to be a candle..." You words drift off as you watch Cinderella's cheeks go an even deeper shade of crimson. She quickly turns her eyes to the ground and plays with the hem of her dress anxiously. "May I ask why?"

At first, Cinderella doesn't say anything and you worry that you might have blown any chance of getting close enough to give her a happy ending. Then, in a quiet voice, she speaks up. "I...I didn't do it. It's my sisters' doing."

"Your step-sisters?" You ask, arching an eyebrow. Cinderella nods, her eyes still locked on the floorboards.

"My sisters are very commanding. I know it is improper of me to speak ill of my closest relatives, but sometimes I believe they do things to me because they enjoy humiliating me." She looks up at you for a second before returning her eyes to the floor. "The candle is one of their favorite ways of embarrasing me."

"So, this happens often?"

"Yes." You can see some tears on the edges of her eyes. "Whenever they go out, in fact. They make me go around without a petticoat and shove a candle into my nether regions without my consent. Then they forbid me from removing it and I cannot disobey them. They do it because they know how it affects me."

"Affects you?" You ask. Cinderella's eyes widen, as if she had forgotten she was talking out loud.

"Yes, well..." She stammers. "It affects me...like...it makes me feel...in heat. It feels so sinful...to have it inside me." She holds her hands to her cheeks as if they were burning. "Oh my. I apologize, sir. I have said far too much."

"No, no." You hold your hands up. "It's fine. I should apologize for bringing it up." You watch her continue to look away and you realize you should do something. "Would you like the candle removed?"

"It would bring me relief, sir, but I cannot do such a thing. My step-sisters forbid it."

"They only forbid you doing it, right?"

"Right."

"I could remove it then." You say. Cinderella finally looks you in the eye.

"W-what?!" She exclaims, shocked at your bold statement.

"They haven't forbidden anyone else from removing it. Why don't I take it out and then you won't have to worry about it."

"You would do that for me?" Cinderella holds her hands to her chest and bites her lip. "Thank you, sir. That's the kindest anyone has been to me in years."

"It is no problem." You shake your head. "Just bend over and...um...don't tense your muscles." Cinderella nods and gets down onto the wooden floor on all fours. She looks over her shoulder at you with innocent eyes and you have to take a deep breath. Dirty thoughts are running through your mind and you hope you don't have a visible erection at the moment. You quickly drop to your knees and reach under the hem of her dress, deciding not to lift the edge and embrrass her further. Your hand comes into contact with the smooth skin of her left ass cheek and Cinderella inhales sharply. You run your fingers along her skin as you head for the crack between her cheeks. You feel her shudder from your touch and you lick your lips subconsiously. Your hand is on the bare ass of a fairy tale character; it's almost too unreal for you.

Your fingers collide with the wax candle and you grab a hold of it. "Just stay loose." You say to her and Cinderella nods. Slowly, you begin to pull the candle out of her ass. Cinderella gasps and then lets out a low moan as the white cylinder slides free from her asshole. You stop halfway in surprise. Cinderella gulps and shudders again.

"Oh, sir. I am so sorry. I should not have reacted so. I could not help myself." She stutters as she tries to regain her composure. You feel a familiar tightness in your pants; her moan was unbelievably erotic. You want to her her cry out like that again. Would it be right to take advantage of Cinderella like this? Her family won't be back for a few more hours and Doe was doing her own thing. You don't even know how it will affect the outcome of this story. But this girl is horny and you are in the proper position to pleasure her.