Sexy Best Friends: Maisie & Sophie
Summary:
Girls role play their GOT characters in anal incest play.
Note 1: Story is dedicated to MTL17 for requesting this story.
Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing this wicked tale.
Sexy Best Friends: Maisie & Sophie
Sophie Turner read out loud, "Maisie Williams is my devoted protector, and I'm hers."
"That's what you told the Vulture reporter?" Maisie asked, as she slipped out of her costume for the final time, having just performed in her very last scene ever for Game of Thrones.
"Yeah, I did," Sophie admitted, as she watched her beautiful best friend... and her secret Mistress... get undressed.
"So you're my
protector
now?" Maisie demanded in a tone alerting the submissive Sophie she was in trouble.
"You?"
Sophie, suddenly realizing she'd said the wrong thing to the wrong person, hastened to continue, "But then I added, "I know if anything happened -- especially if it was on
Game Of Thrones
, which it never, ever would -- she'd go crazy to protect me... Maisie is my strong home."
"That's a bit better," Maisie allowed, although her tone hadn't departed from annoyance. "Show me the article."
"Yes, Mistress," Sophie obeyed, unable to ever say no to her. For example, when she'd walked down the aisle to marry Joe with a butt plug in her bum, a vibrating egg in her pussy, and Maisie's pussy cum on her lips.
"Why is my arse not getting rimmed yet?" Maisie asked, as if it not happening ages ago was utterly ludicrous.
"Sorry Mistress," Sophie apologized, as she quickly dropped to her knees behind her naked younger Mistress. She couldn't believe how much she loved eating Maisie's arse, something she always did after each day's shoot... thinking it was crazy this was their last day ever on this set. Although definitely not the last time she'd be rimming Maisie's asshole, and servicing her every need.
"You'd better be sorry," Maisie growled, as if she were doing the blonde a favour by allowing her to eat her bum.
As Sophie spread Maisie's ass cheeks apart and began licking her sexy rosebud, Maisie continued reading the article.
Maisie laughed, "Everyone thinks we're a couple, even though you're married to one of the biggest celebrities in the world!"
"Every guy out there fantasizes us either as our characters committing lesbian incest on camera, or as celebrities who secretly lez out in private," Sophie agreed, having not only read that rumour on a plethora of social media platforms, but even in some erotica portraying the two indulging in a wide variety of lesbian activities.
"And they happen to be right," Maisie smiled, loving to feel Sophie's tongue bathing her bum hole, and also watching the gorgeous blonde between her ass cheeks, or between her legs, or on all fours having her asshole reamed.
"People would pay
so much
to watch me eating your asshole or letting you gape my shit hole with your big strap-on," Sophie said wickedly, loving to talk dirty with Maisie. She could never speak this freely with Joe, since he insisted on seeing her as a pretty princess and treating her as such. So she loved being able just to let go and to be the submissive she naturally was with Maisie, who had a deep understanding of what she needed sexually.
"Well, you certainly stirred their loins with a response like this," Maisie said, as she read out loud what Sophie had said in the interview, 'People always think Maisie and I are a couple. But of course I
am
obsessed with her, so you never know.'"
"I didn't lie," Sophie said, indeed being completely obsessed with Maisie, even though she also loved Joe well enough. Truth was, she couldn't fathom losing either of them from her life. Maisie for the sexually charged encounters and the same-sex exploration she needed, but also the intimacy and tenderness Joe provided.
"True enough, my biggest fan," Maisie said, knowing they had both gone out of their way to keep the tantalising idea going that they dyked out, by posting pictures of themselves cuddling, admiring each other, and even kissing on occasion, although not in the French fashion. As she continued reading, she was surprised to see Sophie reveal a truth that was usually only known on set. She read her pet's next words, "Even though we're sisters in the show, we tried to sneak a kiss into every scene we did together, just to freak out the other actors a bit. It kept them on their toes, figuring out how to get back to the script." Maisie was surprised Sophie had admitted that in public. "Did you actually say that?"
"I certainly did," Sophie said, having enjoyed the growing fan base's obsession with the two of them. She was married to one of the biggest stars in the world, co-starred in the biggest show in the world, and her biggest thrill was her (fake to the world but real to her and Maisie) lesbian relationship with her. It was where she felt the most alive.
"Well, maybe it's time we did something a little different," Maisie said, a wicked idea forming in her mind.
"Oh? And what might that be?" Sophie asked, having already heard those words more than once from her petite in body but overflowing in wickedness Mistress. The first pussy she'd ever tasted was following those words, as well as her first time being fisted, first time rimming and eating an arse, first time taking a strap-on in her pussy, and only a couple of weeks ago the first time she was sodomized... each wicked expansion of their wildness turning the tall blonde on even more. Now her biggest turn on was (and her most intense orgasms came from) having her ass gaped and filled with a thick ten-inch strap-on cock wielded by the petite but dominant Maisie.
"Let's roleplay," Maisie suggested.
"Oh?" Sophie asked again, still lavishly probing Maisie's tasty asshole. Maisie never allowed her ass to be fucked, she did the fucking, but she did allow both of her lower holes to receive lengthy tongue lashings. Their relationship was very clear: Maisie was in charge, and Sophie was well pleased that she was.
"Yes, if our fans want the sisters to fuck, then how about the sisters fuck?" Maisie suggested.
"I'm game," Sophie said, having always needed to really dig deep to portray her character convincingly in Game of Thrones, as she wasn't really all that much of a bitch... actually she was basically sweet, and well... there's that word again... submissive. But here was a chance for her to be disciplined for being the bitch.
"I know you are, you're always game for whatever I want," Maisie smiled, as she pushed the amazingly hot blonde away from her arse,.
"So what do you want to do?" Sophie asked.
"Well, you're still dressed as Sansa, which is usually inexcusable by this time; but for my idea, it will work," Maisie said.
"I just couldn't wait to start eating your salty asshole," Sophie smiled, always enjoying eating that special arse after a long day of filming, which always generated some salty perspiration. The sweat made it seem dirtier, which made it feel hotter. For Sophie, the more humiliating it was, the more stimulating. She could never quite understand it, but after a long day of portraying her ruthless character, coming into their trailer and just being ordered around by the person she'd recently been battling against on set was the ultimate sexual high. Now she invariably craved it. Now each day she couldn't wait for the filming to be over. Although today being the final day of filming, knowing things would never be the same again was a little devastating. One more reason to make tonight an epic one.
"No one can eat an arse like you," Maisie said, as she dressed herself back into character, although with a modern addition that wouldn't have existed back then (even though the entire world was fictional)... a special, bought just for today's final day of shooting, twelve-inch strap-on... which she'd sneaked in so Sophie wouldn't see it, and thus anticipate her BIG surprise... wicked bumming. Sophie now regularly took ten inches in her arse , but two more inches would be a new challenge, and she was dying to experience Sophie going
wild
when this dick reached new depths inside her shit box.
"You trained me well," Sophie returned the compliment.
Back in costume, her secret weapon still hidden away, she turned around and scoffed in roleplay mode, "Could you be any
more
of a spoiled brat,
sister
?" She arrogantly stressed the two pertinent words.
Sophie, shifting into the character she'd played for years, smirked, "It's not
my
fault our Mom and Dad loved me more than you,
sister
." Sophie also stressed two pertinent words.
"Delusion doesn't look good on you," Arya snipped in her usual sarcastic manner, as she set her weapon down... fresh from a kill.
"When did you last cleanse yourself?" Sansa sneered, looking at her dirty, sweaty sister in disgust.
"Unlike you, I don't have someone to bathe me," Arya retorted sarcastically, as she stalked over to her sister.
"I can't imagine anyone would ever
want
to," Sansa smirked, peering down at her sister... there being a substantial height difference between the two actors, and thus the characters as well, which perfectly complemented the social hierarchy between them.
"Oh, sister, sister, sister,' Arya sighed, shaking her head.
"Oh, sister, sister, sister,' Sansa mocked her back.
"I've had just about enough of seeing that pretentiously smug look on your face," Arya snapped.
"You are? Then you should attempt to do something about it," Sansa challenged, accustomed to always getting whatever she wanted. Accustomed to men bending over backwards for the opportunity to bend
