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Loan Shark

Chapter 3

Apparating into his manor, Harry peeled off his clothes as he made his way to his room. As he walked through the door, he stopped short. Hermione was already there waiting for him.

"Already here?" Harry asked, pulling off his shirt and trousers.

"Yeah. I already finished my nap and was bored after I woke up," she told him, walking up to him and taking a big sniff. "You smell like sex," she accused. Harry didn't even bother denying it. He was too busy smiling stupidly.

"Yep," he answered happily.

"Let me guess. She spread her legs to get a better deal," Hermione snorted, pulling his boxers down and taking his cock in hand. Immediately, her hand began pumping his cock to hardness.

"Yep," he answered again. His hands slid up her sides until he cupped her full, round breasts. Hermione had blossomed in her late teenage years. After Hogwarts, her bust grew to the D-cups that she was now sporting. If she had grown those puppies while at school, the boys wouldn't have let her alone. His hands were massaging and squeezing her chest as she continued to beat him off.

"To be fair, while I did give her somewhat favorable interest rates, she'll have to pay it back within the month, or she's mine to play with until she does. Of course, I'll cover the losses and interest if it comes to that," Harry added. That was the only reason why Hermione didn't tell him off more than she did. Though he was a pervert and gave special treatment to good-looking women, he would still cover the losses with his own money so that Hermione didn't miss out. He told Hermione that she could do the same, but she was happy enough to get her pleasure from him. Obviously, he knew her body better than anyone.

"Yes well … let's get you washed up. You smell of her pussy, and your cock isn't coming anywhere near me until it's clean," Hermione ordered, pulling him to the bathroom by his cock. Once in the bathroom, Harry started up the shower and got it to the temperature that he knew Hermione liked while she started removing her clothes.

"Just shy of scalding. Right?" he asked.

"Yes," Hermione smiled. She wouldn't admit it, but she really liked when he remembered stuff like that. "Just make sure that you have enough energy to please me properly tonight."

Harry snorted. "Me?" He pointed at himself. "Not have enough energy?" He scoffed at the idea. "In case you forgot, during our fifth year I made Angelina, Alicia, and Katie pass out while pleasing them. At the same time, mind you," he reminded his bushy-haired friend.

"Yes. How could I forget?" Hermione rolled her eyes. Now completely nude, both of them stepped into the shower. Harry yelped from the sudden heat, but Hermione moaned as the hot water soothed her aching muscles. Traveling for too long always made her tense. After getting back home from a long trip, she always needed a hot bath or shower, then a night of orgasms that only Harry could provide. Tonight, she intended to get both.

Hermione settled herself underneath the nozzle and tilted her head back. She let the hot water spray down on the top of her head. She luxuriated in the sensation of the water sinking down onto her scalp and warming her as it rolled down her naked back. It was only a minute or so until she felt the familiar, strong hands of her long-time friend. They momentarily rested on her wide hips until they traveled northward, up her slim belly and over her curvy mounds. Keeping her eyes closed, she focused on the pleasure that she was receiving, both from the hot shower and from his talented hands. Cupping, groping and massaging, his fingers danced over the sensitive flesh of her breasts. Hermione mewled sexily when he swiped his hand across her tit and each finger grazed her incredibly hard nipple. Allowing one hand to continue molesting her chest, she grabbed his other hand and lowered it. She guided it until it rested between her silky, smooth thighs. Feeling the warm water encircling her hard clit felt good, but it wasn't good enough right now. She needed something more. She used her hand to make him rub her clit until he was moving it himself. Rolling her hips back and forth, she gasped and moaned as she rode the hand toying with her needy clit. She knew that his hand was now slick with her arousal, and secretly she was happy.

She really didn't mind that Harry fucked practically every girl that he ran into. She did, however, take pleasure in the fact that she could "mark her territory" any time that she wanted. She often did it by rubbing her wet, naked pussy on him. Her favorite was when she gave him a lap dance. Sometimes she would do it right before he went on one of his "meetings" with a young female. Harry could never resist her. So he went out to his meeting smelling of her sloppy wet pussy. This gave her some perverse sense of satisfaction. Now she was doing it again, though this time for her own pleasure. She let out a shuddering breath as her lips spread over his hand, and she rubbed her pink insides against him. His fingers continued to rub circles over her clit as he leaned his head down and captured her rock-hard nipple between his lips. Just as she suspected, as soon as his tongue came in contact with her sensitive nipple, it began vibrating at an amazing frequency. She yelled out in pleasure as her back arched, and she tried to stuff as much of her tit into his mouth as possible.

She was the one that suggested that he use his parselmouth abilities in the bedroom. She was only too happy to volunteer as a test subject. Over the months, she molded him into someone that could please her in every way that she desired. As the years passed, he became more experienced, and now, he could give her orgasms like they were going out of style.

She squealed as he softly bit down on her nipple, and she sprayed her pussy juice all over his hand. As he pinched her clit, her knees nearly buckled, but she was luckily caught by her friend. Holding her quivering body against his, he pressed her against the wall of the shower and lifted her leg up. Hermione's eyes were fluttering uncontrollably as he rubbed his thick cockhead against her tight opening. Every time that his head would rub her clit, her body would buck and make him chuckle. Slapping his shoulder for making fun of her, she opened her leg wider as he pushed forward.

"Holy shit!" Hermione cursed. He usually only heard her curse when in the bedroom. "Fuck me, Harry," she moaned as he bottomed out. His hands were on her tight ass, groping and squeezing her soapy cheeks. She bit his shoulder when his finger brushed her puckered hole. Maybe tonight he would take that hole as well, she thought. That thought was pushed away when he began thrusting. Hermione leaned forward and captured his lips in a kiss. She quickly deepened it, her tongue entering his mouth. Her pussy was fluttering and gripping his penetrating cock tightly as he roughly pistoned into her. His lips broke from her mouth and lowered onto her neck. Turning her head to expose more of her slender neck, she mewled and chittered as he kissed and nipped up and down it. As he moved on to her shoulder, her pussy was becoming almost unbearable for him. Her already tight pussy was getting tighter by the second. It was easy to see when she was about to cum. Sure enough, a moment later her pussy clamped down hard as she squealed happily.

Harry groaned as her fluttering walls massaged his thick cock. Luckily for him, he was experienced enough not to bust a nut right then and there. Grabbing her by her ass, he lifted her up while keeping his cock deep inside of her and carried her out of the shower. He grabbed his wand and with a few waves, they were both dry and the shower had turned itself off. Carrying her to the bed, he dropped her down and made her squeal. Hermione slid right off of his cock as she bounced on the bed from the impact. She turned over and tried to crawl further onto the bed to take a breather, but Harry was having none of that.

"Harry!" she squeaked in surprise when he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back to the edge of the bed. He manhandled her with little care for her comfort by raising her hips high up and slamming right back inside of her. Like a cat in heat, her back arched as she raised her pussy for him to fuck. His hips were now moving at a blinding speed, and Hermione could do nothing but bury her face in the bed and fist the bedsheets. The sloppy, wet noises coming from her fucked pussy were getting louder, as was the sound of his hips and her ass colliding. With every thrust, she was jerked forward, and Hermione knew that her thick ass was rippling from the impact. A hard slap on her ass had her squealing.

WHACK!

Hermione cried out, her pussy gripping him tightly.

WHACK!

She looked back wildly as if to dare him to do it again.

WHACK!

The bastard looked her right in the eye as his hand came down and spanked her sexy ass. Turning her head, she lowered it and hid her face in the bed. Her pussy was contracting around his big, fat cock, and she couldn't take it anymore. Crying out loudly when he reached under her and pulled on her engorged clit, she began spraying her girl cum as soon as his fingers started rolling the wet nub. Her curvy body bucked and thrashed as her walls massaged his thrusting member. "Cum already, you bastard!" she yelled out as she began seeing stars behind her eyes. She was having trouble breathing, and suddenly she blacked out.

She wasn't sure when she came to, but Harry had just started to fill her with his thick cum. She moaned pitifully as he pumped her full of his seed.

"Stop! It's sensitive!" she wailed when his fingers danced over her still-hard clit. He paid her objections no mind, however, as his fingers continued to massage her pussy as he filled it with his essence. Harsh spasms rocked her body as she laid there being seeded. When he pulled out, he crawled onto her and straddled her chest. He then placed his slimy, slippery cock between her big tits and pushed them together. Hermione watched as he fucked her tits over and over again. This wasn't the first time that he had taken pleasure from her chest. Far from it, in fact. Soon, Hermione helped him out by pushing them together for him. He rewarded her by pinching and pulling on her hard nipples. She was biting her lips as his fingers rolled her crinkled nubs. She could see the valley between her breasts become wet and sticky from their mixture of fluids. Hermione could feel his body tremble and knew that he was about to cum again. She knew what was coming for her. She closed her eyes and prepared.

Harry grunted and pulled out of her cleavage. Taking himself in hand, he aimed his cock and began stroking it vigorously. Hermione felt the first load hit her right in the face as he ejaculated all over her. Spurt after spurt hit her in the forehead and lips, and then he moved on and covered her big tits with his spunk. Once done, he sighed happily and flopped down next to her.

"Round one was pretty good," he said happily, placing his hands behind his head while she used her wand to vanish his seed from her body. Already tired, she collapsed down on him. Her head snuggled into his chest, and he gladly wrapped an arm around her to keep her warm.

"Round two will be even better," he smiled widely. "Just give me a minute to catch my breath."

Hermione already wanted to fall asleep. She had received the best orgasm that she had had in weeks, and she was tired. But then again, she really needed to get her orgasms while she could. She had to take another long trip soon, and she would have to go without for weeks. With that, she rolled on top of him and sank down on his hard cock.