Teach a lesson in male anatomy

"Is mine the first cock you've seen, little one?"

"Yes, Jon." she lowers her head, seemingly ashamed by the confession.

"For the duration of our lessons, you will call me Ser or Maester." She looks up at you, slowly.

"No. You look only at my cock." she lowers her gaze, her eyes like saucers as she fixes on your member. "See how it hardens when I get nearer to you? That's the effect women have on a man. Especially pretty young women like you."

She blushes.

"Now, if you want a boy to like you, you take him somewhere private, and drop to your knees." You wait, letting your implied command linger until it sinks in. She slides from the bed to her knees before you.

"Next, you would untie his breeches and free his cock. I've taken the liberty of doing this for you, this time. In future, you do it yourself, like a good girl." Her eyes are still fixed on your erect, swaying dick before her, as if hypnotised.

"Reach out and hold it, little one."

Her smile hand reaches out and tentatively places her hand around it. Automatically, she begins rolling her hand backwards and forwards.

"Good girl. Now, deeper, slower and steady. Don't grip too hard, though." You resist the urge to start jacking yourself off with her hand and allow the teen to control your member at her own pace. She's a natural. Not phased by the situation in the slightest as she wanks you off slowly and steadily.

"Spit on your other hand," she spits into the palm of her hand, "and place it with the other on my member," she complies, "and cover my cock in it. The wetness helps. Notice how your hands glide over the skin far more smoothly. Notice how each time you run your hands the length of my cock it swells more? This is the way to a boys heart." You groan, "This, and other things."