Faceless (Game Of Thrones)

“My name is Ella. I am an orphan. When I was fifteen, I found my way into a dark and secluded alley and sold my body for the first time to a merchant. He gave me enough money to buy a small dress and the next day, I sold my body to two more people. It took a while, but I earnt enough to buy a pretty red dress and a silk corset. Today, I am a street-whore.”

            Arya strode slowly down the alleyway, her usual salacious smile on her face, the hem of her rich red dress brushing at her ankles, her thighs parting the many folds of clothing and allowing her slender legs to stretch out and ahead. She flashed her creamy flesh at the on-goers, making eye-contact with as many as she could, hoping to excite them enough that they would consider splashing out their money. Unfortunately, today, she had a regular that she was to ‘attend’ for the last time. She had let her hair flow loose, as he liked it; used minimal make-up, as he liked it; and wore her usual red dress without underwear, as he liked it.

            Turning into the street where his home was, she knocked thrice on his door and waited patiently, clasping her hands behind herself and pushing her chest forwards, proudly displaying her deep and plunging cleavage. He opened the door and glanced at her, smiling as he did so. Escorting her inside, he walked upstairs and into his bedroom, slowly stripping his clothing away as he did so before falling backwards onto his bed as Arya entered the room, “Ella… I do hope you don’t mind, but I hired another girl for this morning. I’m feeling particularly virulent and she was desperately eager. Though, I will have you first…”

            Arya glanced at the other woman, her face not shifting as she stared into the eyes of the blonde girl. The Waif from the House of Black and White. Sheltering her reaction, she kept the act strong, presuming this was some bizarre way of testing her. Nodding curtly, Arya pulled a single string on her dress and let it fall to the ground, exposing her young and nubile body, much to the man’s glee. His hand stroked himself slowly off as she advanced on the man, clambering onto the bed and kneeling between his legs, purring quietly, “The more the merrier, I always say…”
            “Haha… Indeed…” the man smirked happily, his hand immediately finding her neck and guiding her lips down to their usual place. Arya opened her mouth dutifully and swallowing the tip of his cock and using her tongue to coat his slick and salty head with saliva, just how he liked it. Curving her tongue around the head of his shaft, she flattened it perfectly before easing his tip into place against her throat. With one quick and easy swallow, she plunged her lips down his entire length, eagerly gulping every inch of his thick pulsating length and humming gently as she did so. Relaxing, she managed to do so without even gagging, but she made sure that her throat remained tight, all the while ensuring his whole length was slick with saliva.

            Her small hands dipped down to his balls as she began to bob her head back and forth. Nimbly massaging his balls, she passed the sensitive bulbs of flesh back and forth between her digits, rolling them softly before giving them a gentle squeeze. She moved her lips slowly up and down, never taking more than half his cock out of throat and keep a sensual pace. Her eyes were locked onto her client’s as he gently stroked her hair, the young girl giggling and grinning around his cock, making sure that she used her tongue to lavish his length as if it were a lollipop. All the while, the Waif watched from the corner, waiting in her dress for the man to turn his attention to her, which he finally did, “You over there. Give us a look at what you’ve got.”

            “Certainly,” the Waif smiled, dutifully unclasping her dress and opening it up, flashing her rather plump chest and curvaceous hips which rolled round into a nice bubble butt. Her pussy was neatly shaven and glistened softly out of natural reaction to the sight of Arya slurping on his cock. The brunette quickly plucked her lips from his cock and clambered further up, ready to pierce herself on his cock when she was stopped.

            “Turn around. I want to see that cute little ass of yours. And you, over there, you don’t have to act modest for me. Shove a couple fingers in yourself if you want,” the man order, the two girls politely doing as they were bid, with Arya moving slowly into the position she wanted to be in. Turning around she flaunted her plump and rounded arse which was soft and perfectly puffy. With one swift push, she eased herself down on his cock, his entire length plunging deep into her tight, but well used cunt, the girl moaning audaciously in response.

            Within seconds she was bouncing her bum up and down, setting the perfect rhythm for the man as her cheeks clapped deliciously together, her tight untouched arsehole winking at the man from between her creamy ass. She cast the man a coy and salacious look over her shoulder, making sure that his attention was focussed on her writhing body and the stream of pleasured moans that were coming from her mouth as she slammed her bum down onto him. The delicious wet slaps of flesh filled the room as she did so, the young girl making sure that every single was drawn in and out of her hole with perfect precision. She had learnt to lift herself in such a way that the tip of his cock always parted only her folds on the way out but never slipped from it’s place, resulting in a sumptuously deep and powerful fuck.

            The Waif did as she was bid, slipping a few fingers down between her legs, casually rubbing her folds whilst intently watching Arya. She was enthralled by the way her breasts softly bounced and the way her pussy slid up and down, her folds peeling gently apart with each thrust. She might have hated the girl, but she was very attractive. Slipping a finger up inside herself, she stifled the usual moan, not wanting to draw attention to herself, however, that wasn’t the result, “Ella… It looks like you’ve got a new fan…”

            “Well, you’re still my number one fan, right?” Arya smiled leaning backwards and wiggling her bum against his crotch as she draped her back over his stomach, curling her hands up behind his head. The man laughed and moved in for a kiss, just as his cock exploded deep in Arya’s hole, pumping her full of cum, so much so, that it began to dribble down her hole and the inside of her thigh. Whilst a part of her wanted to ride until she had her fill, she had other business to do.

            Grabbing the knife that she had fastened to the back of the headboard on one of her previous visits, she plunged it into his neck before swiftly rolling away. Wiping away the cum and the blood that had landed on her face, she quickly dressed herself, all under the disapproving gaze of the Waif, who looked at her with utter contempt, “You couldn’t have done that earlier?”

            “Thanks…” Arya breathed as she fastened her dress up before casting the young naked blonde her own contemptuous look, “Looks like you can be my new number one fan…”

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