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Socialite

Life was good for Harry Potter. He was a world-class professional Quidditch player with a Veela for a wife. He had very little to complain about. The only thing that his wife, Gabrielle Potter (formerly Delacour) had to complain about was the fact that a decent portion of the year was spent in England due to his job. She would much rather spend it in her home country of France where she could spend his hard-earned money on the latest fashions.

He didn't mind her spending a lot of gold though. It wasn't like he didn't have enough. He already had a good amount from his parents, and when you added the massive salary to his bank account, it was damn near overflowing. Gabrielle did her best to keep his account at a less than bloated level. He liked to tease her about her spending, but he really didn't mind. It was her after all, who introduced him to the high life. Fancy clothes, traveling the world, staying in five-star hotels … they did it all. Gabrielle had turned into the queen of socialites. She had more connections than he did, and he was a world-famous Quidditch player!

All good things had to come to an end though. Harry was set to retire after one last season. After that, he really didn't know what he was going to do. Perhaps start some kind of business in France. He still had time to figure it out. Harry looked across the table at his wife, Gabrielle.

Harry was nearing forty and Gabby was barely thirty. The girl still looked like she did when she was twenty though. She had her Veela genes and a very expensive skincare routine to thank for that. Seeing him look at her, she gave him a saucy smile. They were sitting at a table outside of her favorite cafe in Paris. At her side was her niece, Victoire, who was just as beautiful as her mother.

Victoire had recently graduated and had immediately contacted her favorite aunt. She hoped to spend the summer with Gabrielle, who Victoire looked up to. Gabrielle was everything that she wanted to be. She wanted Gabby to teach her how to become the next great socialite. Unfortunately for Victoire, it took more than a pretty face and connections to become a socialite. The key ingredient was money, which Victoire didn't have. Her parents, Bill and Fleur weren't poor by any means, but they didn't have anywhere near the amount of money that Harry did. And they certainly weren't going to hand over their savings to their teenage daughter. Knowing this, Victoire had come up with a plan. In fact, she had just spent the last ten minutes explaining it to them both.

Gabby lifted her twelve hundred euro sunglasses above her eyes and raised an eyebrow at her, making the young blonde blush. Harry just chuckled and shook his head.

"So you wish for my 'usband to take you as 'is secret mistress?" Gabby asked, letting her luxury sunglasses fall back down to her perfect nose and hiding her sapphire blue eyes. Victoire continued to blush but didn't look away. She couldn't act like a child when negotiating. That was something that Gabrielle had taught her. However, she didn't meet Harry's eyes just yet. She was too embarrassed for that.

"What do you think, mon amour?" Gabby asked. She let her foot out of her heel and stretched her leg, placing her small foot on his groin. Slowly she used her toes to rub his cock to hardness.

"I don't know, Gabby. Do you think she has what it takes?" Harry teased, holding in a moan from the way she was working his cock. He wasn't surprised at Victoire's request. Harry knew that she wanted to follow in Gabrielle's footsteps. More than once she had flirted with him, even in front of Gabrielle. Sometimes she even walked around in her panties when she stayed with them. Of course, her parents knew nothing about this. They definitely wouldn't approve of her behavior.

"Let us see," Gabrielle smirked, still rubbing his cock. "Stand up, Victoire," she ordered. Immediately she stood up. Gabby needed to make sure that she could handle being Harry's mistress. Gabby wasn't someone that would stand aside and let another woman have her husband, even if it was her favorite niece. If Victoire wanted to bed her husband, then she better know that Gabby would be in the bed as well. Gabby took a quick peek around and saw that no one was paying attention to them. Slowly she placed her hand on the back of Victoire's leg and let it drift upward.

Victoire gasped and looked at Gabby with wide eyes. She heard Harry clear his throat. Looking at him, she saw that he had his hand up as he called for the waiter. To her utter embarrassment, a male waiter came up with a pad and pencil.

"What can I get for you Monsieur … Mademoiselles?" he asked before looking over at Victoire.

Gabrielle's hand finally crept its way up her smooth thigh and landed on her panty-covered pussy. Inching the crotch of her panties aside, her aunt began to rub the length of her slit, making her incredibly wet. Soft gasps and whines left her mouth as she tried to hide what she was doing from the waiter. He was looking at her strangely while she tried to keep from wiggling around too much.

"We'll have a bottle of white wine and three glasses and a platter of assorted cheeses … the best you have," he told the waiter who kept trying to stare at Victoire. The young woman's chest was heaving and adding undue stress to the buttons of her already overly-tight blouse. Her nipples were clearly hard and poking through the thin fabric.

"And bring some bread. The whole loaf along with a bread knife," she heard Harry go on. Victoire's gasps got even louder as her aunt's fingers found her sensitive, little button. As Gabby rolled her hard clit, Victoire gripped the edge of the table hard as beads of arousal rolled down the inside of her legs.

"The bread mustn't be sliced … understood?"

"Of course, Monsieur," the waiter took another peek at Victoire before leaving to get their food.

Gabrielle watched him go and smirked. "She's soaking wet," she told him. Pulling her hand away, Gabrielle held it up and showed him. It was glistening with juices. "Sit down, Victoire."

Victoire sat down and crossed her legs. Gabby held her fingers to her lips. "Clean it," she commanded. A blushing Victoire dipped her head a bit and sucked Gabby's fingers into her mouth. Harry watched transfixed as Victoire sucked Gabby's fingers to the knob, cleaning them of her fluids. Once clean, Gabby placed her hand on Victoire's bare thigh. Sensually stroking it, she told Harry, "I think we can use her."

Harry nodded and smiled. "Then let's enjoy our wine and cheese, then we can go back home and make it official."

Socialite

Victoire knew that she had made the right choice as she was tossed onto the bed. She couldn't wait to become like Gabrielle. When Harry had told her that he'd be taking them shopping in the morning, she squealed with delight. She could already picture the high-end clothes that she would be buying. She needed to push that out of her mind, however. She had other things to think about. Like how Harry was pushing up her skirt and tearing off her wet panties, or how Gabrielle stripped down and was throwing a leg over her head to straddle her face. As Gabby lowered her dripping wet, hairless lips down to her mouth, Victoire was surrounded by her sweet scent. She stuck out her tongue and tasted her aunt for the first time. Both girls moaned as her tongue scooped up the juices clinging to Gabby's delicate, pink petals. Impatiently, Gabby lowered herself even more until she was sitting directly on Victoire's pretty face.

Harry couldn't see what they were doing, however. He was too busy sliding her panties down her long, silky smooth legs until her panties left her feet and were tossed aside. Her bunched-up skirt was useless at hiding her femininity as he could see the incredible smoothness of her bald mound and the wetness clinging to her damp lips. Harry started at her ankles and kissed higher and higher until he was on the insides of her shapely thighs. He could hear her moans as her body trembled. He nipped and kissed his way higher until his nose was brushing against her wetness. Victoire wiggled her hips, desperately trying to get some sexual relief by rubbing herself against his face. Taking pity on the sexy, young blonde, Harry pushed her legs open as wide as they could go. He took a moment to stare at her perfect, little pussy. As her legs opened wide, her pale, puffy lips parted slightly, showing off her pretty, pink inner lips. Victoire looked incredibly tight. Harry couldn't wait to find out, but first, he wanted a taste. Dragging his tongue from her puckered asshole, all the way up to her hard clit, Harry moaned from her lovely taste. Inhaling deeply, he breathed in her heady scent as he lowered his mouth for more.

Victoire was shuddering as her pussy was being eaten by her long-time crush, Harry Potter. Unfortunately, she could only devote half of her attention to the way he was devouring her naked pussy. She was too busy sucking down a deluge of Gabby's juices. The older blonde began rolling her wide hips as she slowly dry humped Victoire's mouth. Gabby moved her pussy until she was able to stuff her hard clit into Victoire's mouth. Throwing her head back when warm, soft lips clamped down on her sensitive clit, Gabrielle let out a breathy moan as she arched her back. Her soft hands slid up her belly until they cupped her breasts. Gabby shuddered and bucked as her own fingers began to toy with her hard, crinkled nipples.

As Harry was licking her insides, he placed his hand on her lower belly and used his thumb to rub circles all over her swollen clit. Victoire mewled and bucked from the intense amount of pleasure that she was feeling. Unable to hold back any longer, Harry stood up and quickly removed his clothes. Manhandling the two girls, they both squealed as he arranged them to his liking in a not-so-gentle manner. Victoire found herself on top of Gabby, face to face with her. She quickly wrapped her arms around the back of Victoire's neck and kissed her deeply. Victoire moaned when Gabby's tongue slid into her mouth and began massaging hers. Not to be outdone, she wiggled her tongue against Gabby's, making the older blonde groan. Suddenly, Victoire squealed when her shirt was ripped in half and removed from her body. Her bra met the same fate as did her skirt. Now both girls were completely nude. Victoire's body tingled as her hard nipples rubbed against Gabrielle's. When Gabrielle suddenly gasped, she knew that Harry had penetrated her. Her body began to jerk back and forth, and Victoire was forced to watch as her eyes fluttered. Being pulled down again, Gabby captured her lips in an incestuous kiss as she felt Harry's member rubbing up and down her dripping slit. Victoire mewled as his thick head spread her lips apart and he sank in.

Her eyes widened dramatically, and she cried out in discomfort as she was stretched further than she ever had been. It felt like forever before his long cock finally reached the end. When his bulbous head battered on her cervix, Victoire squealed and thought that maybe she bit off more than she could chew. Harry gripped her hips tightly as he began to saw back and forth.

"Mmm, you're so tight," Harry grunted as her pussy squeezed his thrusting cock. Victoire cried out and buried her face in Gabby's shoulder as her pussy fluttered over his length. Back and forth he switched between the two girls until Gabby exploded in a powerful orgasm. She thrashed and squeaked as Victoire held her tight. He then thrust back into the younger blonde.

Victoire squeezed Gabrielle tightly as her lower belly coiled in pleasure. Suddenly a powerful thrust pushed her body up. Immediately, Gabrielle's mouth latched onto her hard nipple. Feeling her tongue slip and slide over the hard nub was nearly enough to send her over the edge. What was enough was when Harry's battering ram of a cock slammed into her g-spot while his fingers played with her clit. Victoire cried out and came hard. Her pussy clamped down tightly on him, and he continued to thrust. The wet squelching of her pussy gave way to his moans as he let loose and filled her with his cum. Her wet, silky walls squeezed his cock and milked him of every last drop of his seed. When he was done, he settled between the two girls breathing heavily. Both girls cuddled up to him. Harry kept a hand on each of their asses, and his fingers would occasionally sneak between their cheeks and toy with their assholes.

"Come, Victoire," Gabby suddenly said, getting up. " 'Elp me clean 'im," she said, scooting down to his cock. Victoire followed and soon, he had two tongues licking the length of his pole.

Closing his eyes, Harry rested a bit while thinking about the many possibilities that he could explore with his new aunt/niece combo. As Victoire was being taught to deepthroat, all Harry could do was lay back and smile.