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The halls echoed with Sansa’s steps, tennis sneakers squeaking as she walked down the dimly lit corridor.
She had forgotten her reading assignment in her locker in the junior wing which was on the opposite side of the school from the tennis court and the parking lot where her car was.
Sansa was doubling back, Wuthering Heights in hand, when she heard what sounded like the squeak of a door or rubber soles on the linoleum floor.
Peeking out the side of her eye, she tried looking for a shadow in her periphery and saw nothing. But a few steps later she heard it again, unmistakably shoes this time.
Whirling around, she glared down the empty hallway. Nothing.
Sighing in agitation, she turned back to her original destination, and nearly fell back as she came face to chest with a looming figure.
“Oh, Mr. Sandor!” Putting a hand to her racing heart, she giggled. It was just the janitor. “You frightened me!”
“Sorry, little bird.” He was changed out of his janitorial jumpsuit, in a pair of army green cargo pants and a black T-shirt, fit tight around his biceps. He was a large man–large in every sense of the word. Broad and tall, big gutted that was more muscle than fat. How a janitor had the physique of a medieval knight, Sansa was never sure. “Didn’t think anyone was still in the building.”
“I stayed late for tennis practice. Then I realized I forgot my lit book.” She tapped the side of her head, like she was missing a brain.
He nodded along, as if understanding her plight.
“I saw your match yesterday.” He said, taking a miniscule step closer to her. “You looked great…out there.”
“You did?” She flipped through her memories, Sandor Clegane was a hard silhouette to miss, but she couldn’t remember seeing his hulking figure in the bleachers. “Thank you.”
“Mhh hmm,” he rumbled. His voice was scratchy rough, deep in a way the boys in her classes weren’t. A real man’s voice. “And don’t tell any of the other girls on the team, but you’re my favorite. Best we’ve had in years.”
A high compliment from Mr. Sandor. He’d worked at the school since he graduated from Westeros High more than a decade ago. He must have seen a lot of tennis games.
“Ohh,” she giggled, blushing and digging the toe of her shoe into the ground. “That’s so nice of you to say.”
When she looked back up, he was just staring at her. And Sansa suddenly remembered she was only in her sweaty pink sports bra (the one a size too small that made her boobs look…well they were already bigger than the other girls’) and her tiny white tennis skirt.
Sandor licked his bottom teeth as he stared at the sweat stain between her breasts.
“Actually, Sansa, I’m glad I ran into you. I found an earring in the classroom behind you. Dangly cherries, you have a pair like that?”
“Yes! Oh I wore them yesterday.” Sansa bit her lip. She had both pairs when she left school right? Did she? She couldn’t remember now.
“Let’s check to see if it’s yours. I left it on the desk.”
And then Sandor was ushering her into the classroom behind her, shutting the door with a soft snick.
And they were alone in the empty classroom, a freshman math class based on the posters. Sansa looked up to Sandor as he crowded her space.
He was so much taller than her, at least a full foot. She gulped, her palms started to sweat.
“Heard you and that bastard boy broke up.” He stepped even closer, caging her in against the wall.
“Um..my earring?” Sansa looked off to the side, like someone would pass the door and see them. But it was dark, only the setting sun coming through the window lighting the room up. And no one else was in the building anyway. Her stomach dropped.
“You’re too good for him,” Sandor whispered, hands coming up to rest on her shoulders.
“Um, please don’t touch–” Sansa started but bit her tongue when his large hands started massaging her shoulders. His hands covered her entire shoulder it seemed, it would be funny in any other situation.
“Such a pretty little bird needs a real man.” And his hands were traveling from her shoulder down to her front. To her chest. Grabbing her boobs, massaging them together and then a part in her bra, fitting perfectly in his large paws.
“I–” Sansa squeaked, fear stilling her body, locking her muscles in place. No one had touched her there before. Not even Joffery, it was the main reason they broke up. Now, here the janitor was. Pawing her like a…like a whore!
“Big, juicy tits for such a small thing,” Sandor murmured, almost to himself. He was pinching and squeezing her boobs, mesmerized. He roughly yanked the middle of her sports bra down, her boobs bouncing with the force. He shoved the material underneath the heavy weight of her boobs and baring her breasts for his hungry eyes.
“Fucking sexy, Sansa.” He pinched a nipple between thumb and forefinger, pulling tight. The nipple pebbled in the cool air, sending tingles to Sansa’s scalp.
“Ow! Stop!” Sansa tried to wiggle away, but the only place she had to go was against the wall.
He cupped her breasts in his palm, lifting them up for his eyes. There was a manic gleam in them; ravenous as he held her. He ducked down and licked the flat of his tongue along the entirety of her left boob. From underside to areola and nipple to the top of her tit where he bit down hard.
“Please, Mr. Sandor!” Sansa started crying, legs pressed tight together. This couldn’t be happening.
Was this really happening?
But Mr. Sandor had always been so nice to her! The student body just accepted that their head janitor was a grouchy, mean old (he was 35!) man but he always saved a lemon bar for Sansa when she had a late lunch period. He couldn’t be r—assaulting her like this!
“Been dreaming of these titties.” Sandor groped one tit in his left hand, his right coming up against her neck, thumb digging in underneath her jaw. “Watching you tease me all year, made me so hungry for you.” He stepped even closer, pressing his lower body to hers. “Can’t wait to eat you up, little bird. You’d like that? A real man to make you cream in those tiny panties.”
She felt a long, hard, thing against her tummy. She blinked tears down her face.
“No, no, no, no.” She chanted, but he couldn’t hear her. Didn’t want to hear her as he bent down to press sloppy wet kisses against her tits, sucking one nipple into his mouth. Sansa bit hard on her lip, not wanting to moan.
“You’re such a sweet little thing,” he growled in her ear, licking up the length of her neck. He bit hard on her clavicle, sucking a deep bruise into her pale skin.
“Please, please no. No, sir, please,” she whimpered, pushing against his broad shoulders. He was so big, muscle and mass large against her tiny frame.
“Hmmmm,” he hummed against her neck, still sucking more bruises to her skin. “You beg so prettily for me, little bird. I want to hear you scream.”
His palm landed harsh against her ass, a stinging smack that made her squeal in distress. This couldn’t be happening, this didn’t happen to girls like her!
His hand continued to grope her, sneaking down her skirt and underwear to pinch and fondle her bare cheeks.
He seemed obsessed with her ass, both hands now in her underwear, gripping her and playing with her ass. They pushed the globes of her asscheeks apart, stretching her tiny hole, then smashed them together–repeating the motion as he grinds his long, hard, manhood against her.
Silent tears streaked down Sansa’s cheeks.
“Please,” she whispered.
Sandor backed up, hands still digging fingerprint shaped bruises into her cheeks. His pinky dipped dangerously close to her crack, running back and forth along the smooth skin there.
“Shhh, baby.” Sandor kissed her cheeks, tongue darting out to lick up her tears. He swept them up, her face damp from his saliva now. He licked the corner of her eyes, tasting the salty tears from the source. He bit her cheek.
“Don’t cry, baby. I know what you want. All little whores like you need a big cock, hmm? I got the biggest cock in this school, and a pretty prom queen needs the best and biggest, right?”
“No!” Sansa cried, shoulders shaking. She was saving herself for marriage, or at least being in love . The creepy janitor was not who she pictured giving her sacred flower to! “Please, I'm saving myself!” Her voice squeaked.
Sandor’s head fell back as he groaned, “oh fuck, baby! Your little cunt is going to be nice and snug for me? Cause you’re a delicate virgin?”
Sansa blinked. “Ye-yes?”
“So good.” Sandor ran his nose down her jaw line, peppering kisses all over. He pressed one to her mouth, licking over her parted lips. “Such a good slut for me. A virgin slut, all for me. Gonna treat that cunt so right, little bird. I’ll have you singing for more cock!”
“No! I won’t!” Sansa tried to wriggle away, but only ended up pressing her lower body impossibly closer to his. The large hard rod bulging against the zip of his work pants.
He humped his hips against her, pressing her deeper against the cool, block wall. “I’ll have you begging for my cock so far up your ass, you’ll feel me for a month. Fill you up so good, cum will drip down your legs at your little tennis tournament. Bet you’d like that, hmmm?” One of the hands stuffed down her pants wormed its way between her cheeks, his thick ringer finger circling her tight pucker. She stiffened up in his arms, but he pressed forward undeterred. “In front of all your friends and family. Proof that gorgeous little Sansa Stark likes to get creamies from older men.”
He laughed, shoving his finger into her ass to the bottom knuckle.
Sansa screamed, wiggling back onto the digit in pain or…pleasure? No, definitely pain. Her tummy ached, a warmth settling deep into her bones, dread twisting like butterflies in her stomach.
He fucked his finger in and out of her asshole, circling the pad around the pucker when he pulled out, playing with the delicate skin of it. He pushed back in, moving faster, a manic gleam of arousal in his eyes.
Sansa’s lids fluttered shut, her breath coming faster. This was….not what she expected. The butterflies in her stomach swarmed tumultuously, her thighs clenching tight.
He pulled his finger out fully, giving her ass a sharp slap before gripping her cheeks in both hands and hefting her up his body. Her legs wrapped around his waist automatically, an unwanted response from her body.
Sandor smiled at her, the burned side of his face tugging against his mouth. He gave her an open mouthed kiss, their first, tongue invading her mouth. Sansa took it, eyes open, as he rubbed his tongue against hers, trying to coax her into a response. He licked her teeth and lips, sucking the bottom lip between his own in a sharp kiss that ended in a bite.
All the while, he had been walking them over to the teachers desk in this classroom. He dropped her onto the hard surface, spreading her legs wide and keeping them open with his large hands.
“Please Mr. Sandor,” Sansa started, eyes wide as he kneeled down before her. “I won’t say anything I promise. No one will know. Please let me go, I promise. I’ll forget this ever happened!”
“Shhhh,” he hushed her, kissing her inner thighs as he kept her spread open. His hands rubbed up her thighs, hooking into her tiny underwear, and pushed the gusset aside to reveal her. “Look at this pink pussy. So pretty for me.” He pet over her mound, fingers dragging down to play with her folds. “I don’t want you to forget this, Sansa. Everytime you walk down this hall, I want you to remember your ass getting fingered. And everytime you sit in a classroom, I want you to remember coming all over my tongue.”
He dove into her pussy, pulling her close to the edge of the desk, her ass hanging off and cupped in his large hands as his mouth devoured her.
“OH!” Sansa cried. Tears were streaming down her face again, their salty flavor hitting her tongue as she panted open mouth, her tongue licking the tear tracks as they trickled down her face.
Sandor’s tongue was devastating. He tasted her all over, licking up her folds, sucking on her clit, and back to suck her puffy lips into his mouth. He pushed his tongue into her, breaching her hole with the warm, wet appendage.
“No…” Sansa moaned. Her head fell back against her neck, overwhelming pleasure igniting through her body. She didn’t want this! She didn’t want this toe curling feeling that ricocheted through her bones. It shouldn’t feel this good when she said no, right?
“You taste so good, little bird.” Sandor kissed along her upper thighs, biting marks into the meat of her. “Gonna have to slurp you everyday, hmm. Come down to my office in the morning before homeroom, let me get my taste of this sloppy little cunt!” He spanked her, a smack against her cunt with the flat of his palm.
“OW!” Sansa wailed, hips humping forward…in search of more? No! No, she didn’t want more spanks, didn’t want his tongue to circle her clit again.
“Sandor growled before licking her from taint to clit with the broad, flat of his tongue.
“Oh…Oh!” Sansa squealed, hips itching to move closer. She held her body back with all the self control and training she could manage. But oh wow, did his mouth feel….good?
“My little bitch likes getting her cunt ate?” Sandor asked between slurps. His tongue was long and broad, able to reach every nerve ending in her pussy. One of his hands traveled from her ass down to her hole, where her slick was steadily leaking down her thighs making a mess of her.
She flushed deeply in shame and arousal and anger. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen today.
Sandor’s thick finger pushed passed any resistance she had and fucked in and out of her hole, taking her pleasure for himself. He pushed another in too soon, and Sansa whined at the intrusion.
“Too much, baby?” Sandor asked, then pressed an open mouth kiss to her clit. He sucked hard at the same time his two fingers pushed into the hilt, curving up against her inner wall.
“NO!” Sansa screamed, her hips chasing the friction as his fingers started an even rhythm of fucking her.
“Mmmhh, little bird, relax.” Sandor’s voice was rough gravel. His breath was warm as it teased her wet cunt. “Let me treat this pussy right. You’re such an uptight little girl, a good orgasm is what you need. Be my perfect whore, baby.”
He went back to her pussy, sucking kisses against her, tracing her folds with his tongue. Another finger entered her, three of his fat fingers stretching her unbelievably wide.
It should have hurt. He was forcing his fingers in her and instead of the pain she imagined in cases like this, all she could focus on was the wet, lewd, squelching noises that accompanied the rough fucking his fingers gave her.
“Are you close, baby?” He asked. “I can feel you tensing up on my fingers, hot little cunt desperate to cum?”
He suctioned ruthlessly onto her clit, harsh sucks and the tip of his tongue focusing on the nub of sensation. Her thighs shook as his fingers continued to push in and out of her, timed to the rhythm of his sucks.
And then with one brutal bite to her clit timed with the rubbing of two finger pads against a spot inside her, Sansa’s world shattered.
“Ah-ah-ahhhh!” She gushed around him.
Her legs trembled and porn-like moans continued to escape from her bitten lips. She was still crying, overwhelmed by everything. The lower half of Sador’s face was covered in her juices, and dribbles of her arousal still trickled from her hole as he fucked her though the aftershocks.
Breathing heavily, Sansa looked down and saw Sandor was already staring up at her with a smug, condescending look on his face.
He licked his lips. “Delicious. Best pussy I ever ate, baby whore!” He landed another smack to her cunt, her legs shaking with the force of it.
“Can, can I go home now?” Sansa asked, self conscious now that her orgasm was fading. She crossed her arms over her bare chest, nipples peaked in the cool air. Her chest felt tight, and she wanted to go home and hug her plushies.
“Soon, little bird.” Sandor stood, unbuckling his belt with a menacing stare. The clink of the metal was so loud in the now quiet room, the harsh zip as he undid his zipper following. He wasn’t wearing underwear, his large cock ready.
He was thick and girthy, long and an angry red. A bead of precum dotted the top of his prick as he pushed the foreskin back to reveal the mushroom cap-like head. It was the most intimidating thing Sansa had ever seen.
“Please,” Sansa begged, shaking her head. “No. Not this. Please, sir!”
“But you like me, little bird.” Sandor whispered, placing a delicately soft kiss below her ear. He gripped her chin. “Didn’t I just make you squirt? Cum all over my tongue and face and fingers. Eat you out so good? And you’re still going to lie and say you don’t want me?”
“I don’t,” Sansa whispered. But her heart wasn’t in it.
“We both know that’s not true, little bird.” Sandor shook his head in admonishment. “Be a good slut and let me put it in. Just the tip, okay?”
Sansa blinked. That…could be worse.
“Just the tip?”
Sandor pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Just the tip, baby slut.”
And then the blunt pressure of his cock was against her hole, pressing her open in a way she never had been before.
“Fuuuuuck,” he exhaled. He stared, entranced, where her small opening was forced to fit his bulbous cock head.
“Um…” Sansa fidgeted, trying to push him away or pull him closer, she wasn’t sure. She had expected excruciating pain, but this wasn’t so bad. Instead it was a pinch and then a weight, steady pressure inside her that was so intensely perverse and sexual.
“You like my cock inside your virgin cunt?” He licked her cheek, chest heaving with every breath. “Flutter around me little bird. Let me feel your whore pussy weep for me.”
He pushed another inch in, groaning at the slow pressure.
“Mr. Sandor!” Sansa wrapped her arms around his shoulders, nails digging into his back through his black shirt. “Just-just the tip!”
“But baby, this hungry cunt needs more. I can feel you gripping me.” He pressed a wet kiss to her mouth, tongue massaging hers as he licked around her mouth. He pushed another inch in while she was distracted. “Feel how sloppy wet you are? You’re leaking all over my cock. Such a horny little fuck doll.”
“No, no I’m not.” Sansa shook her head. She was a good girl. Good girl’s didn’t get wet over the gross janitor and his sweaty cock fucking her virginity away.
Another gush of slick, a tensing of her inner muscles and Sandor was laughing at her.
“Never been in a pussy this wet. I knew you were desperate to get fucked. Little lying whore telling me no.” He pushed in again, halfway inside.
Sansa couldn’t help but whimper. Now it was starting to pinch. He was so girthy, stretching her wider than anyone has ever been stretched in all of history, she was sure of it.
“So big!” Sansa slurred as Sandor pressed in all the way, until his balls slapped angrily against her bottom. Her cheeks felt hot, probably the blotchy red they got when she was overwhelmed. Her tears wouldn’t stop.
“You feel so fucking tight, little bird. Best pussy I’ve ever fucked.” He pulled out halfway, cock shiny from her slick. He slammed back in, his grunt mixing with her whimper like a perverse harmony. “Gonna keep you as my cocksleeve, fuck you full of cum whenever I want. Fuck, yeah. So tight I’ll stretch you out like a real whore. My little fuckslut .”
He was thrusting faster and faster, the table banging against the wall with his movements. Sansa was wailing, each push in and press against that spot inside her sent her reeling and crying out.
Pleasure. Pain. It was a jumble of complex sensations as Sandor used her. He licked up her tears, smiling when fresh ones followed past tracks.
She was panting, out of breath. Her tits were bouncing heavily against her chest, brushing against the rough fabric of Sandor’s shirt.
“Please,” Sansa whined. Little “uhs” and “ahs” kept escaping her mouth as her hips chased something. Another climax or freedom, she didn’t know. All she knew was Sandor.
“Feel good, baby?” His thumb circled her clit, drawing a high pitched keen from the back of her throat. She couldn’t help her noises, desperate to escape. “Noisy little bitch. Should have known a little bird like you would be a screamer. Scream on my cock, tell me how much you love being fucked like a whore.”
His thumb moved frantically, rubbing hard circles against her clit that were borderline too much . Too much pleasure, sensation, pain, ecstasy as he fucked into her over and over, rubbing her nub until she exploded on his cock.
It was like a punch to the gut, pleasure radiating through her limbs and every hair follicle. She screamed, biting down onto his muscle-hard shoulder to muffle her screeches, leaving tiny teeth imprints in her wake.
His hand not playing with her clit and pinching her folds palmed her ass, arm moving to hold her weight as he lifted her off the desk. Her legs wrapped tight around his broad middle, feet dangling limply by his hips. She was effectively held hostage in his arms as his hips pumped up into her, using gravity and his own muscular strength to bring her down on his cock.
“Such a good little fuckdoll,” he mumbled against her temple, open-mouthed and leaving spittle tracks in his wake. “Feel so good, a hot tight cunt. Grip me tighter, little bird. Squeeze this big dick fucking your virgin pussy. Not a virgin anymore, that’s fucking mine . Always be my virgin whore.”
He was ruthless, chasing his own high and Sansa was along for the ride. Tears leaked down her chin, dripping onto his shoulder where her chin rested. Mouth open as a constant litany of “uh uh uhs” left her with every thrust and brush against her inner walls. Drool mixed with the tears that detoured to her chin, face slick.
“Please….”She wasn’t sure if he heard, and she didn’t even know what she was begging for. At this point Sandor owned her body. He played her like a fiddle, made her moan and squirt and gasp and squeeze his dick with her pussy walls. She never could have imagined this feeling, so hot and viscous in her belly–a want and shame she couldn’t verbalize. His cock stretched her so good.
“That’s it, baby. Beg for my cum. Want to hear you begging for me to creampie this little pussy, make you messy and full and sloppy.” He pushed deep inside her, adjusting his hold on her. He bent his legs, almost squatting now and still holding her tight to his groin as his hips gyrated and fucked up into her in short powerful thrusts that stole her breath.
“Please…” Sansa took a breath, preparing for what was going to come out of her mouth. There’d be no turning back, no denial. “Please give me your cummies. I want to be creamy with your cum like a good slut!”
She heard boys in class talk about how hot it was when girls said things like that, using “cummie” and other words Sansa would never actually say. But she wanted Sandor to think her hot; wanted him to give her his cum.
“Oh, fuck,” he growled, biting a harsh, mean bite into the side of her neck as he pumped into her. “Beg me for my cock.”
“Please give me your cock,” Sansa was half wild with pleasure. She never imagined something could hurt so good. Could make her tummy twist in a way that she would crave. His cock carved a space out inside her, demanded her pleasure in hard thrusts and sharp movements. “I want your cock and cum! Please, oh oh, please!”
Her voice jumped an octave as he repeatedly hit the spongy spot inside her, making her eyes roll back in her head.
“FUCK!” He roared as his body tensed and he spurted his cum inside her tight pussy. Just like she asked.
“So fucking hot, little bird.” Sandor was kneeling down to the ground, gentle as he brought the two of them to the cool tile floor. His hips kept humping her even as he sat back on his knees, Sansa lying on the floor but still connected, her legs splayed on either side of his hips.
“Dirty fucking slut, likes my cum. Let’s see how creamy your twat got.” He pulled out, half hard and slick and cum seeping out the sides. He pushed back in, fucking his cum back into her. He repeated the movements, Sansa staring wide eyed as his cum leaked out and then was pushed back in.
Sandor chuckled. “What a pretty picture you make. Pink pussy shiny with my cum.” There was a rustle, then the shutter of a phone camera. Sansa blinked rapidly, did he—?
“Look, honey.” Sandor turned his phone around and on the screen was a lewd photo–a closeup of Sansa’s cunt cum leaking out around the sides of Sador’s half hard erection halfway inside her. Thank goodness it didn’t show her face!
“Um, please don’t show that to anyone, Mr. Sandor,” Sansa asked, very politely. In the low lighting of the classroom, his scars were barely visible. He was almost handsome. She fluttered her inner muscles against that bulbous tip still inside her, rubbing against her with his every breath.
“No, no, baby. This is for me only. You’re my fuckdoll now, right?” He pet her face, thick fingers trailing down the (now dry) tear tracks. “Gonna print this and keep it for my eyes only. Every time I want a sweet treat I can look at this creamy pussy and remember how my little crybaby lost her virginity.”
He pushed fully back inside her. Sansa gasped, used to the partial emptiness. He stretched her so much, she wasn’t sure how she could have fit him. A miracle.
He gently rocked back and forth, pushing his cum back into her for a few blissful minutes.
Sighing, he looked down at his watch. “As much as I want to wreck that little asshole tonight, I want to savor that and don’t have time.” He pulled fully out, hissing as his tip pulled at her hole.
Sansa winced at the sudden emptiness. Then stiffened as his cum slowly started to trickle out of her abused hole. The shutter of his phone camera went off again, he flipped it around to show her a puffy and red cunt with thick creamy liquid shiny and leaking down inner thighs.
That was her in the photo. Her whorecunt dripping semen like a prostitute!
“Before I leave, little bird,” Sandor straddled Sansa’s chest, his heavy weight keeping her prone to the floor. His mostly hard cock smacked her in the face as he settled. “Clean me up.”
“What?” Sansa blinked in confusion. Did he mean–with her mouth ?
“Suck me clean, honey.”
And then he pushed in, past her teeth and tongue and down her throat gagging her effectively.
“Suck and lick, little bird. Clean my cum and your pussy juice off me.” He humped lightly down her throat, but the force and intrusion still caused Sansa to gag.
But she tried. Flattening her tongue along his hefty shaft she licked side to side and sucked every other heartbeat. She thought he licked that, his closed eyes and tense jaw meant enjoyment? She sucked harder with every pulse, breathing through her nose when she swallowed around his girth. She was leaking, tears and cum and arousal, snot dripping from her nose, saliva the corners of her stuffed wide mouth.
She heard the shutter of a camera again and tensed when she realized it was pointed at her face.
“Just. Like. That.” Sandor breathed out, voice deep. “Such a good cocksucker. I’ll have you kneeling tomorrow to get your face rightly fucked like a good cumdoll. So good for me. Keep sucking.”
Sansa doubled her efforts at the praise, feeling tingly down there. She wanted to cum again. Her cunt was fluttering around nothing, and with every twitch of her inner muscles more cum leaked from her used pussy. Slipping a hand down her body, she lightly traced her clit with the pad of her middle finger.
“Mmphmmm!!” She moaned around him. Oh that felt good, throat stuffed full and a gentle pressure on her abused clit. She was so close, already!
Rubbing more furiously, she bobbed her head, taking more of him into her throat and choking. She didn’t care, so close as her ring finger joined her middle, rubbing in tight circles.
“Look at my little whore!” Sandor guffawed. “Getting off having a dirty dick in her mouth, just like a good bitch!” He slapped her tit, a harsh smack that sent her tit bouncing. He did it again when she moaned around him, and then once more, pinching and twisting a nipple in his large hands.
Sansa came with a twitch of her legs, gushing around nothing as she choked on Sandor still deep in her throat. She longed to squeeze around something, shoving two fingers into her opening too late. She wished it was Sandor’s large cock instead.
“That’s it baby, I’m so close.” Sandor growled, gripping the back of her head and bringing her nose deep to his wiry curls. He was fully buried in her throat and with a pinch of his fingers to her nose, cutting off any air, Sandor came with a roar down her throat.
Not as powerful as when he came in her cunt, he spurted weak ropes of cum down her throat, forcing Sansa to swallow the salty liquid.
He pulled out with a content sigh, and Sansa hunched over coughing up saliva and cum as she gasped for air. Her face had to be an ugly red shade, and any tear tracks that dried were freshly remade as tears streamed down from watery eyes.
“Good girl,” Sandor said, rubbing his fingers through the mess on her cheeks and jaw and tracing her lips with them. “You’re even better than I hoped.”
xXx
The next morning Sansa limped to her locker, her lady bits sore. She wore her favorite dress, the milkmaid style one that was a pretty mint green and brought out her freckles and the copper of her hair.
Opening her locker, she looked at her reflection in the little mirror on the door. A bit of pink blush and lip stain, mascara on her curled eyelashes. She looked so pretty. A loose piece of paper was sitting on top of her books, like someone shoved it through the slats at the top.
Unfolding it, Sansa jerked it to her chest, head whipping around to make sure no one was looking.
The coast was clear.
Surreptitiously unfolding it, Sansa was met with a printed out photo of her . Specifically of her mouth, puffy and red, a mixture of cum and saliva coating her parted lips. In messy handwriting at the top:
Little bird: My office after fourth period. Want to fuck your cunt again. If you’re a good slut, I’ll let you come.
And underneath was a string of numbers. His cell number.
Smiling to herself, Sansa slammed her locker shut and skipped off to the girl’s bathrooms. She passed her fellow classmates, none the wiser that Sansa was on her way to take naughty photos! It was her little secret.
And the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties?
That was also only for her and Sandor to know.