They were all so boring. Sansa sat fiddling with her dolls, twisting and playing with the handcrafted wooden puppets. Sighing heavily, she dropped the doll beside her on her bed and reclined. She was in her small clothes and she gazed longingly out the window at the bobbing sun as it slowly edged towards the skyline. She wanted to do something, to remain busy, but the many dolls she had collected and been gifted by her parents were so very boring. She had grown out of her toys and dollies and grew tired in the late hours of the day.
Bran had fallen from the Broken Tower a week past and she had found the circumstances strange. She was the one who found the boy splayed on the ground unconscious. Her initial thoughts were of horror and shock, but those feelings soon dwindled when she spied what stake her brother was in. Clad in nothing, Bran still stood at attention his cock as hard as when he was fucking Cersei. Biting her lip, Sansa couldn't help but weave her hand between her small clothes and trace her hand along her slit before suddenly realising the gravity of the situation and rushing to find help.
Though a week had passed and Sansa found her thoughts on Bran's sizable member more often than she thought she would have thought. Her mind would wander as she drifted off to sleep and she would dream of his tool and what she could do with it. She was inexperienced when it came to sex, having only ever dropped her hand between her legs and played with herself and quite frankly she hand no idea what sex was.
Closing her eyes, she felt her hand slide down her stomach as it had done many times before, only she wouldn't get that far, "Not yet, Lady Sansa, not yet."
"Ahhh!" Sansa exclaimed her eyes flying open and searching out the source of the voice. Pulling her sheets up to her chin, she glanced at the door and saw a strange redheaded woman clad in a loose billowy blue dress standing, propped up against the door frame a sultry smirk upon her face, "Who are you? What… Get out! Get out!"
"Not so quickly, Lady Stark. I was sent by Lady Catelyn," the woman said trying to calm the young girl as she entered the room, crossing to the fireplace, which was empty and cold. A fire was prepared, but un lit and the woman dropped down to look at the pile of wood and kindling, "As for my name, Lady Sansa. You may call me Ros."
"Well… Why would my mother send you here? I wish to be along," Sansa stammered trying to sound strong and assertive, but only appearing as a timid girl, bewildered by the strange woman in her room.
"Lady Sansa, your mother has asked me to… 'tutor' you," Ros called from the fire place, taking a long match and lighting it on one of the flaming sconces. Lowing her hand to the fireplace she breathed life into the fire, setting to stack on fire and sending heat pouring into the room. It would take a while to warm the entire room, but Ros planned on staying long enough for that to happen.
"I already have tutors. Why would I need another?" Sansa replied defiantly, a little bemused as to Ros' intentions and why exactly her mother would send for another tutor.
"Well I teach a lot of different things than your other tutors. As you are to marry Prince Joffrey, your mother saw fit you were educated in the many ways of pleasing the Prince… in bed," Ros explained turning and winking to Sansa as she finished her sentence. Sansa's grip on her bedsheets had loosened and drop revealing the top of her nightie, "Normally it is a mother's job to educate the child upon such matters, but she is preoccupied with your brother and with you going south soon, she knew it couldn't wait. And so, she called upon a woman like me to come and teach you have to please the prince."
"A woman like you? What is that supposed to mean?" Sansa asked letting her hands rest on top of the sheets looking at Ros as she stood straight up and turned to face the Stark.
"Let's just say… I use the skills I'm going to teach you far more than a Lady such as yourself will. I am far from being a lady," Ros smirked winking at the younger lady, "Now do you wish to begin."
Sansa couldn't answer before Ros enacted her next move. Her hands leapt to her shoulders unfastening the strings that held her dress on. In one movement, he dress fell to the ground revealing her buxom and curvaceous body to the young girl. A look of shock and awe was etched on the young girl's face as Ros' body, the apex of the female form, was revealed to her. Sansa had always had a thing for girls, a thing she hid away from fear of shaming her family. She would watch the females of the castle disrobing and ogled the forms and now Ros was displaying herself freely. Standing with her hands on her hips, cocking them to one side as she propped up on one foot, imagining what the Lady looked like naked.
"Does my body please the young lady?" Ros questioned a devilish smirk upon her face as Sansa grovelled for words that wouldn't appear, "Do you want to join me?"
Nodding, Sansa clambered out of the bed and shuffled over to Ros he night clothes shaking slightly in the breeze. Ros merely smiled as she quivered nervously, resting her hands on the younger redhead's shoulders. Pushing the clothes of Sansa's shoulders, Ros let them fall to the ground and bunch around her feet, revealing her nude and naked form. Bowing her head in embarrassment, Sansa tried to shy away from Ros, but she clasped her chin and forced the younger girl to look into her eyes.
"Don't be embarrassed. Men love redhead's especially such fiery ones like you. The prince will love you even more like this," Ros persuaded her hands roaming all over her body inspecting the younger girl. Her hands dropped to Sansa's ass, an ass that did not belong on such a young girl. Soft and round, with an abundance of soft flesh for a man or woman to hold onto. The bum would bounce with each movement she made beneath her baggy clothes. No one would ever see, but it was a glorious sight, the young stark girl, "Especially with such a meaty ass like this. The prince will be slavering to get the chance to bite into this."
Giggling slightly, Sansa finally began to open up to the redhead before her. Leaving Sansa, Ros dropped down to the pile of her clothes. Fishing in the pile, she retrieved a curious device. A leather thong like harness lined with soft pink silk, so as to not chafe the wearer. Fixed to the front of the leather thong, was a replica of a man's cock. Made from wood with leather stretched and tapered over it. The cock was shaped and moulded to perfectly mimic the shape and feel of a man's cock. One the inside of the chassis was a smaller dildo that slipped inside the wearing with a rough patch above the protrusion to tease the clit.
Sliding the harness on, Ros fastened it around her waist, securing It to her person so that the brown leather framed her ass and hips perfectly. Adjusting slightly so that the inner dildo slipped inside her pussy and the rough patch of material teased her clitoris. Breathing in as she felt a tinge of pleasure slip through her body Ros grasped her cock and pretended to jerk it as Sansa looked on in curious confusion, "This is a strapon. I'm going to use it like a cock. And you are going to learn to please it. For Prince Joffrey."
"Okay Ros," Sansa nodded looking into the whore's eyes as she waited for her next instructions not knowing where to begin.
"Let's go to the bed," Ros said taking Sansa's and hand and leading her onto the soft, plush bed. Resting against the headboard, she held her cock at attention and brought Sansa onto her stomach in front of her. Looking down the girls naked form, she could see the curve of her ass and moaned at the delightful sight, "Now have you heard of a blowjob?"
"No… I haven't," Sansa said intrigued as to what it was. She only knew that a girl has a pussy and a guy had a cock. When they had sex he put his dick inside her and it felt good.
"Well… I'm not going to teach you exactly what makes a guy tick. We can save that for later lessons, but I'm going to teach you the basics," Ros smiled caressing Sansa's fiery auburn hair, "You take the guy's cock into your mouth and move back and forth across his length sucking on it. Like a sweet."
"Really? In my mouth?" Sansa exclaimed shocked at the idea of sucking on a man's cock. It seemed disgusting, yet surprisingly intriguing.
"It is really not bad. Tastes salty. Besides mine will taste of nothing, it's just to practice," Ros said trying to persuade the young girl to suckle on her fake cock. Nodding Sansa leaned forward and parted her lips. Ros couldn't help, but breath in deeply as Sansa wrapped her lips around the head of her cock. Pushing forwards, Sansa only managed to push a few inches into her small wet mouth, her spit spreading across the leather dildo.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this. It feel stupid, especially on a fake… cock," Sansa said wiping the spit from her mouth and looking up at Ros, arching her back as she did so.
"Just imagine that it's Joffrey's thick pulsing cock between your lips. Imagine that you are pleasing him. Imagine him moaning in pleasure as your lips bring him closer to his tantalising orgasm. Can you do that?" Ros asked massaging the girls shoulders as she still grasped her cock firmly.
"Yes Ros, but… but could you moan? Make it like it's… it's actually him?" Sansa asked, blushing to even suggest such a perversion, but Ros was quick to agree, taking her cock and gently tapping It against her soft lips, signalling for her to start. Lowering her mouth, Sansa captured the rip of the leather cock in her mouth, gently sucking on it like Ros told her. Moaning under her breath, Ros thrusted her hips upwards slightly trying to push deeper into her mouth. Her hands ran along Sansa's back as she bucked her hips, feigning pleasure. Ros closed her eyes as Sansa began to slide down her fake leather strapon.
Bobbing her head up and down, Sansa tried to pretend it was Joffrey's cock, but she couldn't. She wanted to. Nothing turned her on more than the idea of her and him combined at the waist, writhing against each other, but she had no idea what he looked like under those dashing robes. The only cock she had ever seen was… Bran's. She imagined Bran's cock between her lips, his hands roaming her body and his moans filling the room. Pushing herself to take more of Ros' thick fake cock, Sansa began to gag, triggering a throaty pleasurable moan from Ros' puckered lips.
"Try to… take it… take it deeper," Ros groaned between pleasure soaked grunts as she gyrated her hips deeper into Sansa's pretty little mouth, loving the whole roleplay.
Listening to Ros' voice, Sansa breathed through her nose before sweeping her hair out of her eyes and pushing her lips back down along her leather shaft. This time, she fought through the desire to gag and took yet another inch deeper into her throat, forcing her to come back up for air and splutter heavily, as she grasped for breath.
"Good, Lady Sansa. Very good indeed," Ros commended wiping her thumb across her cheek, clearing away a splash of saliva, "You'll certainly improve with time, but now for a different lesson."
Bobbing her head in agreement, Sansa clambered onto her knees before Ros and awaited her next lesson eagerly.
"Now. There is yet another tool for you to please the boy prince with. Your darling pussy. You know the principle, but the actual act, you will need to perfect," Ros stated glancing down at Sansa's cunt. It hadn't been shaved and grew thick with fiery red pussy hair. A quality which wasn't unattractive on the young girl. In fact it was somewhat beneficial to her look. Added a certainly wildness to the darling girl.
"Clamber on and we'll go over the basics," Ros said patting his lap and signalling for the young girl to slide on, "Now of course you will have to save your pussy for the prince. Don't want unspoiled goods do we? We'll be taking a different entrance for our lessons."
Settling on Ros' stomach just above her strapon, Sansa paused for a moment to wonder about what Ros just said. Another entrance? Before Sansa could figure it out she felt, Ros' hands grasp her bum firmly and pull apart her bouncy cheeks, her soft flesh so pliable beneath her experienced hands. One of her hands crossed to her cock and nestled it between the Stark's ass crack resting against her arsehole. Panicking slightly, Sansa tried to clamber of the sultry prostitute, but Ros' hands remained firmly clasped on her buttocks holding her in place. Writhing against her body, the younger girl's breasts flailing around as Ros' began to push her body downwards. Resistant at first, Sansa's arse eventually gave in parting to allow, the thick cockhead o Ros' strapon on to pop inside. Sufficiently lubricated by Sansa's beginner's blowjob, the cock slowly eased in.
The sudden intrusion into her ass, caused Sansa to stop in her attempts to escape and freeze. The object pushing inside her anus, was so large that It began to stretch her obscenely. The young girl, groaned and leaned forward her breasts hanging over Ros' lustful face. She might not be getting tons of pleasure from fucking the young girl, but by the gods was she getting horny. She'd probably pull aside a stable boy, make him cough up a couple of coins to let him fuck her behind the stables. Just to satiate her hunger for cock. She could get Sansa to finish her off, but the cock in her ass was overwhelming her and she'd need time to recover. Ros was horny, but she wasn't cruel.
Sansa's hands flew to Ros' chest latching onto her breasts for support as the invader pushed further and further into her arse. Ros was continually pulling her downwards, wriggling more of her strapon inside the girl's virgin body. Gasping as the last inch submerged itself in her meaty arsehole, Sansa fell forward limp at the feeling of being so full. Panting, grunting and groaning at the cock, Sansa couldn't find any words.
"Good, Lady Sansa. Most girls scream when this happens, you're are doing remarkably well. Perhaps we can continue… Normally I take it out now and the lesson would be over, but your coping well," Ros mused her hands still pawing at Sansa's arse as her leather covered crotched pressed against Sansa's ass, "Sit up straight and slowly move up and down. Like your lips along Joffrey's cock, but your lips being your tight puckered ass!"
Consumed by the pain and strangely confusing pleasure she was now feeling she could barely hear Ros' next instruction. But dutifully she pushed herself up into a sitting position gasping as the cock readjusted itself inside her ass. Supporting herself against the headboard, Sansa tentatively rose upwards on her knees, the fake cock sliding out of her ass ever so slightly. It was painful at first, but when she adjusted the sent a tingling sensation through her body, quite unlike any her fingers had pulled from her on lonely nights.
As she reached the top of the cock, her asshole only consuming the very tip of the leather bound phallus, Sansa finally moaned in pleasure before letting her ass slide back down the cock. Ros' eyes lit up as the girl moaned. Excited that the young Lady shared her affection for anal, an affection they would certainly explore. Rising up and down ever so slowly, Sansa mewled in constant pleasure, her eyes closed. She tried to picture Joffrey. His cock sliding in and out of her asshole, his hands pawing at her sensitive bum, his grunts. But no matter what her thoughts turned to Bran and his cock.
Lost amidst the pleasure her mind was focused on the fact that the cock was sliding in and out of her and bringing her close to her orgasm. A feeling that had never felt so good. Rising up her, pussy suddenly spurted her juices across Ros' stomach, causing her to squeal in delight as Sansa moaned in sublime pleasure. Holding the position for a moment more, Sansa finally slid down, the cock settling deep in her asshole. Ros was biting her lips in pleasure, a shared pleasure. Leaning upwards she nibbled her ear, before whispering, "There is so much more for me to teach you…"
