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Chapter 3: Theon Greyjoy
After Holdor left, I changed the sheets and cleaned myself up. Up until yesterday, changing the sheets and washing them had been part of my job. Now that I’m a whore, me and the other girls will have to do it for ourselves.
When evening came, Lord Theon Greyjoy came into the brothel. He was a frequent visitor. But this would be the first time I would line up with the other girls wearing nothing but a shift as he looked us over and tried to decide which one of us he would fuck. All the girls wanted to be picked by him, because he was high born, so my mother could charge him a lot more than the low born. He looked at each of them, but his eyes passed over Roz, his usual favorite and zoomed in on me.
“Jon Snow told me how good you were,” said Lord Greyjoy, with a grin. “I think I want to find out for my self.”
“As you wish, m’lord,” I said, as I gave him a curtsy, then took him by the hand. “This way, m’lord.”
“I know the way!” he snapped, as he shook my hand off.
After he followed me to the room, he said.
“Take it off! I want to see you!” he commanded.
I pulled off my shift and let him gaze upon my body as I struck a sexy pose.
“How does m’lord like it?” I asked.
He stepped forward and I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead he grabbed my chin and turned it one way, then the other. I realised he was looking to see if Jon Snow had left any marks on me. I tried leaning into to kiss him, but he said.
“No! No! I don’t like to kiss whores!” he told, and she spun me around. “Bend over!”
I bent over until my head was resting on the end table. I felt him moving back there, so I turned to look and saw him playing with him self to try to get ready for me.
“Don’t look at me!” he commanded, and I turned away from him.
When he was ready, I felt him stick it in me. He seemed kind of small to me. Experience would teach me that his size was average and Hodor had just given me unrealistic expectations about how big a man would feel. But he continued to fuck me from behind like a dog until he was finished, which didn’t take long. And he didn’t stay inside me after either. He just pulled out and pulled up his pants. I stayed like that, bent over. He hadn’t told me to get up. When he was completely dressed, he slapped me on the butt and said:
“I don’t know what Snow was talking about. “You don’t seem so hot to me.”
I waited until he left the room before straightening up. That was the first time I had ever fucked a man for money. Now, I truly am a whore! Fucking him was not pleasant. It didn’t make me feel good the way Hodor had. But it wasn’t so bad either. I could do that again for that much money.
My later experience would teach me that Greyjoy’s size was average and that he hadn’t lasted as long as most men do. I was thankful that he went back to hiring Roz after that night. But if wanted to do that to me again, it wasn’t so bad that I would refuse.
After Holdor left, I changed the sheets and cleaned myself up. Up until yesterday, changing the sheets and washing them had been part of my job. Now that I’m a whore, me and the other girls will have to do it for ourselves.
When evening came, Lord Theon Greyjoy came into the brothel. He was a frequent visitor. But this would be the first time I would line up with the other girls wearing nothing but a shift as he looked us over and tried to decide which one of us he would fuck. All the girls wanted to be picked by him, because he was high born, so my mother could charge him a lot more than the low born. He looked at each of them, but his eyes passed over Roz, his usual favorite and zoomed in on me.
“Jon Snow told me how good you were,” said Lord Greyjoy, with a grin. “I think I want to find out for my self.”
“As you wish, m’lord,” I said, as I gave him a curtsy, then took him by the hand. “This way, m’lord.”
“I know the way!” he snapped, as he shook my hand off.
After he followed me to the room, he said.
“Take it off! I want to see you!” he commanded.
I pulled off my shift and let him gaze upon my body as I struck a sexy pose.
“How does m’lord like it?” I asked.
He stepped forward and I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead he grabbed my chin and turned it one way, then the other. I realised he was looking to see if Jon Snow had left any marks on me. I tried leaning into to kiss him, but he said.
“No! No! I don’t like to kiss whores!” he told, and she spun me around. “Bend over!”
I bent over until my head was resting on the end table. I felt him moving back there, so I turned to look and saw him playing with him self to try to get ready for me.
“Don’t look at me!” he commanded, and I turned away from him.
When he was ready, I felt him stick it in me. He seemed kind of small to me. Experience would teach me that his size was average and Hodor had just given me unrealistic expectations about how big a man would feel. But he continued to fuck me from behind like a dog until he was finished, which didn’t take long. And he didn’t stay inside me after either. He just pulled out and pulled up his pants. I stayed like that, bent over. He hadn’t told me to get up. When he was completely dressed, he slapped me on the butt and said:
“I don’t know what Snow was talking about. “You don’t seem so hot to me.”
I waited until he left the room before straightening up. That was the first time I had ever fucked a man for money. Now, I truly am a whore! Fucking him was not pleasant. It didn’t make me feel good the way Hodor had. But it wasn’t so bad either. I could do that again for that much money.
My later experience would teach me that Greyjoy’s size was average and that he hadn’t lasted as long as most men do. I was thankful that he went back to hiring Roz after that night. But if wanted to do that to me again, it wasn’t so bad that I would refuse.
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