Ch. 1

Looking at the clock Harry could see that it was nearly time for his three o'clock appointment. Over the last few years Harry had quickly gained the reputation as the best Masseur in the country, possibly the entire planet. He had discovered his special skill while dating Ginny. Even though they were no longer together, she would still frequent his business. He popped into the waiting area and found his three o'clock client. Harry smiled.

"Fleur. I'm ready for you," Harry ushered her into the back.

"Merci 'Arry," she thanked him in her oh-so-sexy French accent. Having been a long time customer of his, Fleur already knew what to do. She went into the changing room and stripped down completely. She folded and placed her clothes in the little cubby holes attached to one of the walls. Grabbing one of the large, fluffy towels, she wrapped it around her nude body. Taking a moment to herself, she checked the large mirror attached to the wall. Her makeup was good. She used her hands to fluff up her hair a bit then nodded in satisfaction. Fleur went back outside and laid face down on the massage table and waited for Harry.

Half a minute later Harry was by her side, soft, calming music was being played, and the scent of different body oils permeated the small room. Harry picked the oil that he knew she liked best. The oils he used were a special, magical blend that loosened the muscles, then promoted healing. He had paid a very talented potion master to develop his unique brand of oils for his exclusive use. Like always, Harry started with the shoulders.

"How's Bill?" Harry asked as he pulled her towel down until it barely covered her shapely rear.

" 'e is good," she gasped as the warm oil was poured over her bare back. " 'e was called in for a job a few days ago. Gringotts is sending 'im to somewhere in South America for the next month."

"Sounds exciting," he said, using his strong hands to firmly rub the oil into every muscle group.

"Mmmhm," she hummed as Harry's hands glided over her body. He was the only one allowed to touch her in such an intimate way, aside from her husband. It was all for medical purposes, she justified. Of course she never told Bill about it. Her eyes closed as his hands worked the stress out of her shoulders and moved on to her neck. Her hair was pulled up into a bun exposing her delicate neck for his touching pleasure. Of course it was actually her that was receiving the pleasure. The magical oil along with Harry wandlessly channeling healing magic through his hands had her quickly turning into puddy.

"Tu me fais sentir tellement bien," she moaned out sexily. His hands slid back down her shoulders, and she bit her bottom lip when his fingers glided over her side-boob. Of course they didn't stop there. He was working the kinks out of her sides and hips, and she knew what was coming next. It always excited her. Sure enough, Harry pulled the towel off her and tossed it away, exposing her entire nude body to his eyes and hands. The excitement Fleur felt not only came from the pleasure she was soon to feel, but also from the thought of a man besides her husband laying eyes on her naked form. A great number of men would kill for the chance to see Fleur Delacour naked, let alone get the chance to explore her with their hands. And yet she was paying a man to do just that! To be fair, when it came to receiving pleasure, what other man could compete with Harry Potter.

Harry squeezed and massaged her wide, inviting hips, trying to ignore the heady scent of her arousal. Fleur's skin was the stuff of fantasy. Porcelain colored and blemish free, her skin was perfectly smooth and softer than silk. His hands moved from her hips to her jutting ass. He spent more than his fair share of time working the muscles in her perfect ass. She moaned loudly when he put a hand on each cheek and split them apart, exposing everything she had to offer. Her pussy was a wet slit between two plump, hairless lips. It was just as perfect as the rest of her. One of his thumbs was working her lips while the other stroked the middle of her weeping slit. He spied the next prize. Her asshole was light in color, just like the rest of her, and appeared to be so tight that he guessed nothing had ever penetrated it. Moving a thumb from her lips, he placed it against her asshole and channeled his magic through it.

"Mon Dieu!" she yelled out, arching her back and sticking her ass up in the air like a bitch in heat. Leaning in close, he inhaled her scent. He knew she could feel his face pressed up against her naked ass, but she didn't seem to mind all that much. Based on the fact that she leaned back and mushed her ass right up against his face and wiggled it around, he guessed that she didn't mind at all.

Invitation received, he moved forward and snaked his tongue out and firmly tickled her asshole while one thumb stroked her slit and the other her clit. He channeled magic into all three at the same time and watched her go wild.

Fleur never knew that anything could feel so good. She knew she shouldn't be leading Harry on and allowing him to perform oral sex on her, but she couldn't help herself. The way he played with her ass was incredible! 'No man had ever dared to even try! I'm Fleur Delacour, Veela goddess!' she internalized. Unfortunately the Veela goddess was not prepared for magic to enter her pussy, clit, and ass simultaneously. Yelling out something illegible, she felt something spray out of her nether region and soon realized that she had squirted! Her first squirt!

"I cannot take it 'Arry! It feels so good!"

Harry watched as her back arched and pussy fluttered before a jet of clear fluid sprayed out of the blonde bombshell's pussy. He smirked as the juice splashed against his face and chest. He removed his shirt, tossed it over by the towel, and started massaging her flawless legs. Her thighs and calves were strong and nicely shaped, yet soft and silky to the touch. She gave out a long, shuddering breath when he played with the erogenous skin behind her knees. Harry smiled to himself. He knew her body better than anyone, even her husband, even herself. He could spend a week worshiping her legs alone. He flipped her over on her back and went to work on her small, delicate feet. Dragging his thumbs over the sole of her foot, he took the time to check out the rest of her. Her breasts were large and rounded without an inch of sag. They were topped by hard, light pink nipples that were begging to be sucked. His eyes traveled down her taut, slightly muscles stomach and cute, little belly button to her wide hips and the treasure beneath. Her mound was hairless. It wasn't shaved or waxed. It was just that no hair grew on a Veela's body, apart from her head. Below her mound was her hairless pussy. He had explored her slit on many an occasion. He would soon explore it again. But first he had to finish the massage before the happy ending.

Fleur was moaning and rubbing her other bare foot up and down his wet naked torso. Harry knew how much she loved having her pretty, little feet played with. It was a huge turn on for her. He also knew that Bill wanted nothing to do with her feet, so every time she came for a massage, he made sure to fulfill her every waking fantasy. Their eyes met and neither looked away as Fleur's other foot started massaging his groin and Harry's lips and tongue traveled up and down her soft foot. Her hands were squeezing her breasts and pulling at her nipples as he pulled down his pants and freed his cock. It wasn't her first time seeing it as she was a long time customer, but she did gasp every time he pulled it out. Harry ran his tongue up the arch of her foot before sucking on her toe. Hearing her squeal was something he immensely enjoyed. Taking both feet in his hands, he sandwiched his cock between her soles and started thrusting. Fleur was mumbling to herself as one of her hands was groping her breasts and the other was diddling her clit. The scene was so erotic that he pulled his cock out from between her feet and painted the tops and her toes with his cum.

"I love your feet Fleur. I could fuck them all day," he muttered.

"Merci," she thanked him and watched as he repeatedly slapped his cock on her feet trying to shake out every last bit of cum.

He made his way to her upper half and began massaging her voluptuous breasts. The warm, bouncy flesh felt like heaven in his grasp. Her nipples were as hard as they had ever been, and he gave into the temptation and leaned over and took one into his mouth.

"Sucer plus fort 'Arry!" she gasped as she groped his hardening cock. He massaged every bit of tit flesh he could reach while still keeping her lovely nipples between his lips. He let go of her tits, but kept the nipples in his mouth as his hands massaged the sensitive skin of her arm pits. Finally releasing her nipples, he used his tongue to obscenely lick and suck on her delicate underarms. This apparently turned her on so much that she grabbed his head and pulled him in, capturing his tongue in her mouth. Their make out session lasted a few minutes until Harry's hand snaked in between her thighs and began stroking her sopping cunt.

"How would you like my cock in you Little Flower?" he asked huskily.

"I would love it, but I cannot betray Bill like that 'Arry," she said regretfully. "But I would not mind if you used your mouth on me again."

"Okay but you've made me hard Fleur. You need to take care of it." She indeed saw his massive erection pointed straight at her. She nodded her head in agreement. He pulled her off the table then laid down on it himself and spread his muscular legs wide. "Hop on Fleur!"

Knowing what he wanted, she climbed on top of him and assumed the sixty nine position. Taking his cock all the way into her mouth, she started deep-throating his massive penis. She moaned loudly feeling his tongue part her wet pussy lips. She sucked harder and faster as she felt the all too familiar coil ready to explode in her belly. Her orgasm was approaching. Harry's lips and tongue explored places no one else had, even her husband. His hands were molesting her hips and ass as his tongue slid inside her asshole. The magic pulsing from his tongue to her ass had her spasming and squirting pussy juice all over her lover. A few seconds later, Harry spurted his seed down her throat and into her mouth. They both laid there for a few minutes, each other's face pressed against their genitalia. Harry felt kisses and licks all over his cock as Fleur did her best to clean him off. Harry chuckled and gave her slick cunt a tongue bath as well.

"Oh no more 'Arry! It is too sensitive!" she exclaimed, pushing his face away from her clit. Harry picked her up by the ass and sat her in his lap so that she was straddling him.

"Same time next week love?" he asked cheekily.

"Bill is gone for weeks mon ami. You can come over tonight and 'ave dinner with moi, then we can go back to your place for a leetle after dinner fun. No?" she smile sexily at him. Harry smiled back.

Sometimes it was good to be Harry Potter.

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