Sophie Turner and Maisie Williams

I wasn't paying too much attention to where I was going as I rushed out of the room, heart pounding.

The adrenaline and lust was subsiding as I went, fleeing the scene of the crime. I'd been a monster in there, treated a woman who'd done nothing to me as a sexual toy to be used and abused.

Done nothing to you?! the dark voice within me objected, That bit-titted cocktease has been using men like you since...

I shut the voice down as I carried on moving through strange corridors, away from the noise and lights...and people. It was getting easier for me to get corrupted by the power I had and nothing could stop me - except me. Was I too far gone?

Finally I came across a fire door, ajar. I felt a draft from outside coming in, saw the night through the crack. I barrelled it open and stopped outside, regaining my breath. I didn't really notice the shriek that greeted my arrival.

"Oh shit!" came a young female voice. Two women hurredly shifted about but I didn't pay them too much attention - I was breathing in and calming my nerves. As I did, the fire door swung shut behind me.

"Oh shit!" came another voice which sounded familiar. Familiar?

I finally trained my attention on the two women and immediately recognised them. Two, pretty young beauties who'd I'd watched - and seen grow up - on Game of Thrones, Sophie Turner and Maisie Williams.

"Oh shit!" I muttered to myself, which made the hat trick. I'd tried to get away from the celebrities and ended up in close quarters with two. Two that I knew and, as was inevitable, had done my fair share of lusting over. To be fair, I genuinely was a fan of them and the show but the urge I was feeling right then wasn't to discuss the finer points of Westerosi politics with them.

We were in a small alley between two grand buildings, lit by a couple of lamps overhead. It ran down for a few metres before opening out into the grounds of...what ever building we were in. The funny thing about teleportation was not knowing anything about where I actually was.

The petite, brown haired Maisie was shifting glances at me and then to her friend Sophie at her side, nervously. The taller, older red head was a bit cooler as she looked at me but it was clear they were hiding something. At that point the smell hit me and I realised what they'd been smoking - and it was not cigarettes.

Not that I cared of course. I looked at each of them, still marvelling at the fact that I was stood, 6 feet away from Arya and Sansa Stark.

Both girls looked absolutely gorgeous, dressed up for this red carpet bash.

Maisie was showing a lot of skin with a red dress that might as well have been strapless, but for two thin threads that stopped it from dropping to the floor and revealing what were no doubt a cute pair of tits. She looked both adorable and sexy - the skirt might have gone well below her knees but the entire skirt was more like a netting of flowery patterns, showing the much shorter nude coloured base dress underneath.

Sophie meanwhile looked stunning. Her signature red hair was up in a tight bun so I couldn't see as much of it as I'd like, but her dress oozed sex. A flowing, loose skirt came up from above her knees into a tight cinch around her waist. It flowed up into a bodice that covered her breasts without even a hint of cleavage, and yet left her shoulders completely bare in a way that made her seem ****. Two loops were around her arms, just below her shoulders - they were deliberately styled to look like straps she had pushed down. The effect was that she constantly looked like she was stepping out of her dress, constantly on the edge of revealing her breasts.

She was, in a word, ravaging.

"Oh my god", Maisie exclaimed, looking at me and then across at her best friend, "It's him!"

Up until now I'd been amazed to be in the company of two beautiful women I'd only ever seen on tv previously but apparently I was famous enough to be recognised now?

"Who?" asked Sophie and they turned to each other, talking as though I couldn't see or hear them. Maisie was excited while the older redhead seemed naturally wary.

"The guy I was just talking to you about!" said Maisie before her voice dropped to a hush, "The...facefuck guy..."

Now I was both confused and worried, but Sophie apparently found something amusing. She gave me a side glance and smirked, "Really?"

What did they mean by the 'facefuck' guy?

"We were wondering, who were you facefucking?" asked Sophie, with same tone of voice you might ask someone for the time.

For a moment I felt on the defensive but the funny thing about having this power around celebrities was that I felt completely safe, completely in control - even without uttering the magic words. At that moment I felt sated, after a day of indulging in debauchery. It meant I had time to stop, think...and experiment.

"Nobody."

Maisie rolled her eyes and, in an annoyed tone, Sophie asked again, "Ok but really, who was she?"

"Some woman." I shrugged.

"It obviously wasn't just some woman!" spat Maisie, stepping closer, "Why are you being weird about it?"

I raised an eyebrow but bit my tongue for a second, thinking.

"Ok", I said after a beat, "Why is it obvious it wasn't just some woman?"

Again, rolled eyes greeted my response, along with a tilted head. The moody teen act was definitely making me fantasise about treating the cute brunette to a similarly rough face fuck.

"Ugh, because I saw you facefucking her!"

"So...just to be clear, you know she's famous because you saw me forcing my cock down her throat?"

Both Sophie and Maisie looked at each other, confused before addressing me.

"Well...yeah" said Sophie, "Are you...do you have someone you need to er, help you?"

It took me a beat to realise: Sophie thought I was mentally impaired. To them, what I was asking to be explained was a fundamental given.

"Um no" I said, "I think I might have er...had a bit too much to drink, sorry."

I actually felt a momentary pang of embarassment at not understanding.

"Look, she's a model" I explained.

"Oh cool." Sophie nodded.

"Would I know her?" asked Maisie, "I couldn't see her face really, you were holding it so tightly to your crotch."

Again, her tone was matter of fact, with out a hint of humour or even reproach.

"Yeah..." I rubbed the back of head, "I just like her so much. India Reynolds, you probably wouldn't know her..."

"What sort of modelling does she do?" asked Maisie, suddenly bringing out her phone and tapping away.

"Oh! Ugh, like artistic type..."

"Page 3 eh?" asked an unimpressed Maisie, looking from her phone to me, before showing the screen to Sophie.

"You're quite the pervert then?" said Sophie, similarly disdainful of me.

"Right...how terrible of me to look at topless photos. Facefucking a woman in public though, nothing wrong with that!" I muttered to myself.

"Still, I just wish I had fan like that" said Sophie to Maisie, as her friend nodded in understanding. The red-headed beauty actually stroked her own neck as she spoke, like she was imagining her esophagus being stuff with erect man-meat.

"You just need to go topless I guess." chuckled Maisie. I don't know why their opinion mattered but I got a little defensive.

"I'm a fan of other things too...Rachel Riley! I fucked her just before." I blurted out before I'd even thought it through.

"Oh right," Maisie said, her mood suddenly shifting again. The two girls nodded at other.

"I think I might have even got her pregant" I said.

"Wow!" Sophie exclaimed.

"That would be so great" a glum Maisie said to her friend, "Could you imagine?"

"You er...you wish a fan would impregnate you?" I hesitatingly asked the young brunette, involuntarily licking my lips, imagining plunging into her no doubt tight twat. "I'm sure er there'd be a lot of volunteers..."

Maisie snorted, "Of course. You wouldn't believe some of the things supposed 'fans' say or ask. And poor Sophie..."

"Oh yeah" her onscreen sister continued, "The number of fans that wish to be the Ramsay Bolton to my Sansa." She made a gagging gesture.

"That is disgusting..." I made sympathetic noises, not at all imagining myself foricing myself onto a **** Sophie Turner.

"So what's the problem? You're jealous but you don't want to do the same...?" I asked, trying to unpick what the difference was.

"The same?!" exclaimed Maisie, "How is that the same?"

"Well...ok" I tried to think of the most tactful way of putting it, "I was facefucking this model. You wished you knew how that felt. That fair?"

"Sure. Honestly they might deny it, but what famous person wouldn't want that?" an exacerbated Maisie exclaimed.

"So...hypothetically, if I offered to er...facefuck...er....you...?" I was trying not wince as I said the words, expecting a slap.

"That's not the same. That's like saying..." she thought for a second, "That's like saying 'I accidentally stood on my mouse' is the same as 'I accidentally stood on my mouse...but it still works with my computer'"

A blank stare was all her analogy got from me.

"The extra context matters! You're a fan of the topless model, not of me. You were obviously facefucking her as a fan." Maisie explained.

I was stumped now and feeling like I should just utter the words so I could rail the annoying brunette. It would be immensely more satisfying than this conversation, but I wouldn't learn anything....

"Ok, Maisie. Watch and see, ok?"

She nodded. I stepped closer to Sophie. She looked unsure.

"It's ok" I raised a hand, we're just going to demonstrate something. Let's do a roleplay."

She smiled although still looked uncertain as she glanced across at her friend.

"I come up to you and say, 'Hey Sophie, I'd love to bend you over and go Ramsay on your Sansa ass' - what do you say?"

The two girls were already wincing and half laughing.

"Ew, gross" said Sophie, though she seemed amused.

"Right" I said, "Now let's try again. And Maisie? Watch carefully. So, now I come up to you and say, 'Hey Sophie...' and now, this is important ok, but I'm just pretending right?"

I looked at each of them, waiting for a confirmation nod. Sophie obliged. Maisie sighed and then finally nodded too.

"Ok so, I'm just pretending but I say... 'Hey Sophie, I'd love to end you over and go Ramsay on your Sansa ass'...." I paused and looked at each of them, both waiting for my next line, "...'and I'm a huge fan of yours'."

Just like that, I could see the switch flip in Sophie's head. Her pale green-blue eyes shifted along with her whole stance. I could see happiness and excitement shift across her features and then after a moment, she shifted again. She looked worried and scared. She went from holding my gaze to looking down, clasping her hands together and leaning in a slight bow.

"My lord" she said, her accent now crisp and upperclass. She was Sansa. I couldn't help it. For the umpeenth time that day, I felt arousal course through me - both due to the stunning beauty in front of me and the sheer power I felt.

"What would you have me do, my lord?" she asked, her submissive gaze only going as high as my chest. She was resigned to her fate.

"I..." my voice croaked. I stepped closer, my hand shaking slightly as I brought it up to cup her chin. I lifted it until she couldn't help but face me. I was getting more certain now.

"I am going to make you mine tonight" I said. Her eyes sparkled as, in front of me, tears sprang to them. She was doing a fantastic acting job and my cock was very appreciative.

My hand shifted to lightly wrap around her throat. I squeezed once, to make clear my control. As she whimpered, my shaft stiffened. With my other hand I roughly tugged down on the front of her dress. It came down easily. Her gorgeous tits were revealed, two handfuls topped by light pick nipples. I nearly whimpered myself at their beauty.

Glancing across, Maisie was wide eyed but rapt with attention.

Roughly, I felt up one of Sansa's breasts. I pushed her back until she hit the wall behind and I trapped her there, mauling her tits. She was breathing hard and two, single beautiful tears crawled down from each eye. I wanted to kiss her badly but that wouldn't be playing the part. I leaned in, inhaling deeply, before slowly licking her cheek, tasting her salty tear. It was a disgusting act and she just...accepted it. She was a frozen, delicious morsel, at my mercy.

"Fuck!" gasped Maisie involuntarily, before covering her mouth.

Quickly I lifted up the dress until it was bunched around Sophie's waist. I didn't even look at her underwear as I tore it down to one side, before lifting her up. She was pinned against the wall, her legs either side of me as I unzipped.

In a second I was sinking into her glorious pussy. She might be acting but her cunt couldn't - it was soaking, warm and welcoming. She grunted as I bottomed out inside her, before I felt her legs wrapped around me. I thrust hard and fast while she draped her arms around me neck. I was too aroused to even contemplate what I was doing, my animalistic side hammering into her, trying to fuck her further into the wall, before she gasped,

"Sorry I couldn't help it!"

For a second I thought the spell was broken but instead she unwrapped her legs and put her hands by her sides.

"Please, my lord" she said, her lips trembling, "Be gentle!"

She looked to one side, as though she could not watch me as I defiled her.

"Look at me bitch!" I spat, gripping her cheeks in one hand and turning her back to me.

My hips never stopped though, trying to smash my dick as far into her lithe body as I could.

I was only dimly aware of the movement beside me. Maisie was now stood a foot away, watching my hard cock sliding in and out of her friend's fuckhole.

"Oh my god Sophie...what's it like?"

It might have been my imagination but it definitely seemed like the younger woman was turned on by watching us.

"My lord!" Sansa begged me, Sophie now absent, "Please...ah...please...could we have some, oh!, privacy so I can better...ah ah!...better serve you....sir!"

I carried on thrusting with all my might, growling at the exquisite feeings racing through my body. Having Maisie watching was only helping me.

I turned Sophie's head to look at Maisie while I leaned in and doubled my pace, fast and shallow.

"I want her to watch" I whispered into her ear.

The alleyway echoed to the wet fapping sound of my hard shaft invading Sophie's tight twat, the sexy whimpers of my 'victim' and the increasingly heavy breathing of a watching Maisie. It felt so good that my experiment was forgotten but as I became more aware of Maisie, I wanted to see what else I could find out.

Pulling out, I manhandled Sophie around, bending her over until her hands were the only thing supporting her against the wall. In seconds I was back inside her welcoming hole, grabbing her hips and hammering away as she moaned.

"Ah...tell me Maisie...fuck, so good...tell me Maisie, are you getting turned on by our little roleplay?"

I looked over and the young girl's hands were clenching each other tightly, her eyes nearly glazed over until she realised I was talking to her

"I uh...I'm just so happy for Sophie."

"A little jealous?" I taunted her as I began slow dicking her friend, "Wish you were here?"

I slapped Sophie's ass and she yelped in response, but my gaze never left it's target - her friend. Maisie's mouth was hanging open a little before she remembered herself, rolling her eyes and half heartedly muttering, "Yeah right..."

"Well what do you think of your friend then? Such a little slut right?"

I pushed the dress up and out of the way so she could see every detail of my cock sliding in and out of Sophie's gripping cunt.

"A slut?" said a confused Maisie, "How is this slutty? She's amazing right? So dedicated...no wonder you're such a fan."

I stopped my fucking completely, holding myself within the heavenly woman in front of me.

"But this is just a roleplay. I'm pretending..."

Sophie's head came up and she tried to turn to look at me, even as her hands were kept religiously flat against the wall.

"I'm not really a fan of Sophie's"

Two gasps greeted me.

"No!" exclaimed Sophie, upset. Maisie rushed forward and suddenly they were both hugging. The brunette stroked her friend's beautiful copper hair.

"Don't worry, we can fix this, we can" reassured Maisie. Sophie still kept herself as bent forward as she could though, not moving an inch in any way that would dislodge me.

I remembered what had happened with Victoria Justice, when I'd told her I wasn't a fan. It hadn't broken the spell at all, instead making her **** to win me back. That seemed to be the same here.

An upset Sansa had become a very shell-shocked Sophie and the difference was palpable. Sophie having lost her fan was evidently in much worse shape that Sansa being ****.

"What will I do?" Sophie babbled. Maisie clutched her face, pressing their foreheads together.

"It's ok, we'll figure it out..."

"Maisie?" I asked, experimentally pushing my cock into Sophie's pussy, even as she was bent forward and seemingly oblivous to me.

Maisie looked from me back to her friend, who was obviously in need.

"Come here," I beckoned.

She looked unsure but after a moment's hesitation, she came closer.

"What will it take?" asked Maisie, exasperated, "Why aren't you a fan any more?"

I slowly began thruting into Sophie as I mused, before saying, "I'll try to help, but first you tell me - why is she so upset? Why are you?"

"What do you mean? Of course she's upset, this is her career! Her entire life! And she's my friend, I care about her! I love her!"

I nodded and stroked my chin while I lazily fucked the shaking shell of Sophie.

"Go comfort her," I ordered, both my hands returning to the red-head's waist so I could start really hammering her.

Again Maisie hesitated but then she moved back to Sophie and began softly giving her encouragement.

"You should give her a hug" I suggested, manouvering Sophie so she was upright, against me.

Her breathing was ragged as I clasped her around her waist, my hips smacking into hers. With my free arm I groped her tits hard so they jiggled pleasingly in my grasp.

"Tell her it'll be ok."

Maisie nodded and slowly approached our copulation. I tugged on Sophie's red hair in its bun so she winced, before pushing her head forward towards the younger girl, who awkwardly threw her arms around Sophie's head.

"It'll be ok," cooed Maisie, stroking her friend's cheek.

"Well," I grinned, "I'm definitely a fan of this!"

"Really?" both women asked in unison, Sophie trying to turn towards me.

"Hell yeah. Makes me like you more Sophie. The idea of you two together..." I taunted, giving her ass another smack.

They two women looked at each, having a silent conversation.

"I could never ask you..." began Sophie but Maisie shushed her.

"You don't have to," explained Maisie before leaning in and, as I bent closer to watch, briefly smooching her best friend.

I stopped fucking completely. As the two pulled back from each other they were sharing an intense gaze.

"What if someone sees?" asked a worried Sophie. Now, after fucking me for a good few minutes, was when she was suddenly scared of being discovered?

"No-one's here. I can hide myself if anyone comes." reassured Maisie, before kissing Sophie again. This time it was longer, with more feeling. They stroked each others faces while making out and I realised - Sophie wasn't worried about being discovered at all. They were worried in case Maisie was found.

After all, as far as anyone knew, I was only Sophie's fan. The young brunette had no viable reason to be making out with Sophie, other than due to actual attraction.

"Fuck", I sighed, "This is amazing."

They both stopped for a moment. "You like this?" asked Sophie.

"Hell yes!" I not so sublty pushed her head back towards the other girl's and they took the hint.

Once more their hands caressed each other as they kissed, their tongues dancing and exaggerating each glorious moment. They might be acting out passion but it was convincing and it held, even as I thudded my prick deep and hard into Sophie's young cunt.

I wasn't going to last much longer but I had still wanted to see how far I could push this.

"I'm...I'm so close. Girls, I'm so close to being a fan again..." I gasped.

"Really?"

I pulled out of that wonderful grasping hole.

"On your knees!" I ordered. My red-headed celebrity fuck sleeve naturally complied quickly, looking up at me, her neediness obvious.

Maisie though looked uncertain, standing next to Sophie, warily watching me and then my hard, wet cock.

"You too." I said. She faltered, so I twisted her arm, "It would really get me back to being a fan of Sophie again."

Sophie now looked hopefully at her friend but limply stated, "You dont...you don't have to..."

But her friend was always going to, brushing her dress down and sinking, defeated, to her knees.

The feeling of victory was more intoxicating then anything that had happened that day. I advanced until my cock was pointing, throbbing, at their faces. I grasped it, an inch away.

"Lick it" I said, my voice hoarse, "Both of you."

Sophie quickly began slathering my cock with her tongue. Maisie slowly approached my cock like it was a live snake, her tongue slowly revealing itself. Would she actually...?

She closed her eyes, her cute face relaxing as her small pink tongue made contact with my wet shaft. She no doubt tasted her best friend's pussy juices, just as Sophie was tasting herself. My cock was twitching with need and I was breathing hard.

"Oh I'm so close now girls, so close to behing a fan again Sophie," I babbled, "Make out with each other again"

Maisie found that much easier and they began kissing each other one, tongues wrestling as they put on a show of fake lesbianism for me. I began jerking off at the show before taking a risk. I wouldn't be asking permission for this and Maisie wasn't under my spell.

I slowly brought my glans, slimy and throbbing, close to their mouths until I was nudging against their lips. Maisie froze for a second but Sophie tugged at her and they restarted, this time with my cock slowly pushing, forcing its way into the delicious, saliva filled maelstrom of their kiss.

Two tongues slipped and slid all over my cock and each other as I masterbated. I wanted the amazing feeling to last, this amazing picture. I tried to capture every moment of the image in front of me as I wanked harder and their lips enclosed the heard of my prick. Eye closed, they didn't need my encouragement any more.

"Fuck girls...Sophie, oh Sophie...I'm gonna...I'm gonna...oh, I'm a fan!"

In spite of the day's activities my balls were tight and full with need. My hands clasped the back of each girl's head, hard, pushing them together.

"Oh yes!" I shouted as I ejaculated into their mouths, coating the tongue, teeth and cheeks with thick seed. I thrust into the wet pleasurable mess as I came. I pulled back a bit and jerked off onto these two famous girl's faces as they continued to kiss.

Jizz, my jizz, was dripping onto and off their beautiful features. I was breathing hard as slowly their making out shifted into them licking baby batter from each other, pushing it into each other's mouths, catching every last drop. Eventually they stopped and just rested their heads together as they regained their bearings. Sophie eventually tilted her head slightly to look at me, while Maisie, eyes closed, was contemplating what she'd just done.

"Bravo Sophie!" I said, as she smiled in relief. "I am a huge fan."