up next: filch tempts hermione
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saturday
hermione rapped on filch's door promptly at six on saturday. she would not be roped into another detention with filch no matter what. she had no idea if they appeared on hogwarts transcripts, but hermione had no desire to find out. if filch wanted to continue to have sex with her, he'd have to find another excuse.
she paused. while she certainly intended on it tonight, did she want to continue having sex with filch?
filch yanked open the door, and he stared down at her. slowly, almost excruciatingly so, his dark eyes roamed down her body. immediately, hermione felt herself flush. she hadn't exactly dressed appropriately for a student with detention.
dressed in a white cami, which was much too revealing for the cold halls of the castle, the nubs of her hard nipples were visible. she had foregone a bra entirely, as well as panties. her skirt was rolled up at the waist, making it shorter, ending a couple of inches above the tips of her fingers.
on her arm was the cloak she had just taken off not a minute ago — what she had worn to keep the other students and teachers from knowing how scantily clad she truly was.
"inside, quickly!" filch ordered, licking his lips in anticipation. what a fucking little minx she was, showing up with nearly nothing on.
filch's cock was already bulging in his pants. he'd have her tonight, no question about it. he'd make her beg for it.
hermione stood in front of his desk, noting how filch's office seemed to be fairly organized. for some reason, she always imagined him to be quite messy, much like ron.
hermione bit her lip as she heard the loud click of the door locking. he'd left her wanting last night, and her own ministrations had been futile. she was determined to be satisfied by the end of tonight.
filch sat in his chair, behind his desk. he eyed the granger girl carefully, once again noting how young and eager she looked. was he ever that young?
and he especially noticed the way she dressed. obviously the little gryffindor had no sense of tact or propriety.
"come here," filch motioned for her to join him behind his desk, and hermione quickly walked over.
she could feel the wetness of her shaven pussy as she walked, and she couldn't help but be thrilled at the idea of him bending her over his desk...
"let me look at you," filch growled, and hermione hesitated before turning around for him.
"undress yourself," filch said, unbuttoning his trousers as he gazed at the school girl. buck-toothed or not, the girl was very arousing.
hermione hesitated, watching filch pull his wrinkley member out. she hoped he planned to actually put it into her pussy today. thankfully she had, in fact, read about sex many times, as well as about two strip teases. so she tried to do what she remembered from the texts.
hermione pushed down the straps of her cami and then pulled it over her head, revealing her hard pink nipples and unblemished flesh. filch stroked his hardening dick, watching the nervous girl. she gave him a moment to take her topless body in, dropping the camisole onto the floor and then taking her hand from one should and grazing her fingers down her pert breasts to her navel. the movement was childish and jerky, but he didn't mind in the least. hermione turned, allowing filch to see her back.
listening to his slow breathing, slowly, she hooked her thumbs into her skirt, and she pushed the skirt down her hips and folded forward, tracing her thighs and then her calves until the skirt was on the floor. she waited for a moment, peering at filch's form from between her legs.
he was rubbing his cock as looked at the little trollop. he could clearly see her rosebud asshole and the stance she currently took parted her shaven pussy lips enough to see a hint of her little pink hole. he wondered if she had taken one of her little friends to bed since he had taken the girl's virginity, and yes, he had realized he'd been her first, whatever his initial assumptions had been.
she was certainly horny enough, and he was not mad enough to believe she would reserve her body for him alone, though the thought of her with someone else ignited an anger in his gut.
filch massaged the head of his long cock, as he thought about taking the girl to one of the old torture chambers and stringing her up to fuck. he'd definitely have to at least try to get her down there. not today though.
hermione stood up straight turning toward him as she slipped off her shoes, her bare feet touching the cold floor of his office.
filch slid his hands down his thighs, his hard cock laying erect against his stomach. he patted his thigh.
"come here, girl."
hermione straddled his lap, her heart pounding fast as his thin dick pressed between them. she eagerly leaned forward and kissed filch.
the girl was like a furnace. hot and wet against him, all for him. filch groaned into her mouth, his hands easily settling to her hips. he pushed his tongue into her mouth, enjoying the feel of her tongue sliding against his.
finally, he wouldn't have her against a wall or standing up.
she rocked against him, already breathing hard, obviously enjoying the feel of his hard cock against her pussy lips. he couldn't help but smirk at how easily pleased the little girl was.
her hands slid down his chest, feeling filch's thin frame and his nipples as she made her way to the wrinkled cock between them. hermione lifted a bit and moved it between her sopping lips.
"wet for me already?" filch hissed as he pulled away from her, wanting to see the lust on hermione's face as she pressed the head against her slick opening. his hands slipped to her little ass cheeks, gripping them. hermione pressed forward, wanting him inside, but filch held her back. "ah, ah, ah, not yet. answer me, girl."
"yes, sir!" hermione whimpered, licking his salvia from her pink lips, tasting his foul mouth. "i want to feel you inside me again."
filch's gnarled face turned into a pleased smirk, "good girl."
hermione loved the praise. it made her chest swell with pleasure; it made her feel good and want him more.
"did you cum after i left you last night?"
embarrassed, hermione shook her head, "no, sir. i-i tried but i needed-"
hermione cut herself off, unwilling to say the words out loud, and gave a small thrust with her hips, indicating what she meant.
"needed what, miss granger?" filch asked, his dark eyes seemed to penetrate her soul. he moved one hand up her side and hermione shivered. filch took her nipple in his hand and pinched, causing hermione to moan and rock her hips a little. gods, she wanted him so bad.
"tell me, girl." filch plucked her nipple, sending an ache through hermione's body. fuck, she was so eager.
"i needed your cock, sir," hermione gasped, her pussy pulsing in need for him. "please sir, i need you to fuck me!"
"tsk, tsk," filch said. "i think not."
hermione bit her lip, looking at him uncertainly. surely he wouldn't lead her on and then not...?
for years, filch had caught students in various compromising positions. he had been reduced to reprimanding them and sending them to bed. at first, he found himself in an empty classroom, his hand wrapped around his cock as he imagined being one of the boys. especially boys who had a different girl every night.
once, he had happened upon two students behind a gargoyle on the fourth floor. they were unnaturally quiet until filch had stepped past some sort of sound barrier. suddenly, he could hear their grunts and moans echoing as they rutted like rabbits.
it was especially satisfying when an errant boy would toy with the girls, make the girls do whatever they wanted in exchange for some small orgasms, even if they knew it would only last the one night. ever since, filch found himself standing in the shadows with them, his hand stroking his hard dick as he watched. an internal battle of self-hate and indignation at not being an active participant.
he smirked at the third year hovering over his dick, her pussy already moistening the tip. he'd be denied no longer.
"you," filch plucked and twisted her nipple again, causing another low moan to escape hermione. "will fuck yourself on my dick."
hermione couldn't help it; she flushed at his words. nodding, hermione agreed. how was it that he caused these reactions in her?
"no," filch said. "i want to hear you say it."
cheeks burning, hermione couldn't help the embarrassment she felt at saying such dirty words. it didn't matter that she wanted it. it didn't matter that she was already naked, positioned over him. it mattered that she knew she shouldn't want it from him. and that he knew she knew.
filch was pretty much the least attractive person she could have chosen on campus. his attitude is nasty, he is old and mean, his skin is wrinkley and his wet kisses tasted of dirty mouth. but filch's calloused hands felt delicious on her skin, his cock felt full in her pussy, and she rather enjoyed the smell of his sweaty body.
her soft pussy was wet at the mere thought of filch, and she knew she wanted him inside her again. she even felt the desire to taste his cock again. hermione felt dirty at her thoughts and actions, and she knew that part of his allure was the dirtiness attached. pristine, bushy-haired goody-two-shoes hermione being fucked by the old grouchy caretaker of hogwarts.
hermione licked her lips, fully committed to surrendering herself to filch's dick.
"please, mr. filch, may i fuck myself on your cock?"
hermione felt filch's dick give a twitch at her words, and she felt power in that.
"such a good girl," filch praised her, moving his hands to her hip again, helping her tight cunt slide down his hard cock. he let out a soft grunt of pleasure at her hot pussy, feeling the soft walls tight around him as she sunk, taking all of him in. merlin, the girl was tight.
hermione gasped as he filled her, a low ache coming back, reminding her this was only the second time she had ever had sex. she looked filch in the eyes, seeing the lust and enjoyment on his face. slowly, she pushed herself back up, feeling the protest in her thighs as she started to slide up and down.
without her clit being rubbed, hermione didn't know if she'd be able to cum, but she found a heated, gritty enjoyment in the friction of filch's wrinkley cock and her pussy.
hermione kept her hand on his shoulders, and filch kept his grip on her hips as she found her rhythm, up and down.
hermione leaned her head back, her back arching as she started to bounce faster. a hum of pleasure coursed through her. his thin cock completed her cunt in a way she had never felt before.
filch watched hermione. the pink blush of her cheeks and neck and chest, the small jiggle of her titties as she impaled herself on his hard dick. he held her hips tightly, keeping her on his cock steadily. her wet pussy was pure pleasure, squeezing him tightly and making his balls tighten.
one hand slipped up to her titty. he knew better than to try to suck on it while she bounced, but he enjoyed the feel of her supple flesh.
"such a bloody trollop," filch grunted. he loved the way her wet pussy wrapped around him. he didn't know if it was her youth and the taboo of it, but he was sure he'd never felt sex so hot before.
filch knew he wouldn't last long. the last person to fuck herself on his dick with such fervor had been a whore in knockturn alley several years back. hermione was younger and much, much more desirable.
"yes," hermione moaned, her head leaning forward again. he leaned forward and captured her lips, pushing his tongue in her mouth as her tight pussy encased him. "yours, i'm your slut, sir."
filch could have shot his load into her then, but he tried to refrain, wanting to feel her tightness for a little longer. he moved his hand down from her breast and mashed where he thought her clit was, wanting to hear his name shouted from her lips.
hermione gasped loudly, moaning into his mouth. filch's spit ran down her chin as she pulled away, her hands on his shoulders, her hard nipples scraping filch's chest with her movements.
hermione's clit pulsed in pleasure. between filch's boney fingers and his hard cock sliding in and out if her, hermione was in heaven. or maybe a delectable hell.
"argus, yes, fuck yes," hermione moved faster. her thighs ached from the movement, but hermione slid her pussy up and down filch's wrinkly cock faster. "i'm going to cum, argus!"
"so am i, granger," his one hand tight on her hip, continuing to guide her jerky bouncing and the fingers of his other hand pressing her throbbing clit.
filch grunted as his sperm sprung forth from his tight balls, coating the inside of hermione granger's horny pussy.
hermione moaned, her bouncing transitioning to grinding. "yes, yes, cum inside me!"
his hand slipped from her pussy and he held her hips down hard, wanting to be deep inside her as his hips gave involuntary jerks. his. hermione was his.
she could feel his cock twitch inside her as he came. she ground harder, his fingers had stopped mauling her clit as he came, but hermione's pussy contracted and pulsed in pleasure, on the brink of her own orgasm. she had made filch cum again!
"yes! god, you feel so good!" hermione's pussy squelched on his dick, full of his cum and her wetness. she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of him inside her.
"you filthy little girl," filch grunted as the last twitch of his dick sent the remainder of his cum into her.
filch leaned forward, capturing her nipple in his mouth and hermione ground her pussy against him harder, on the cusp of cumming. he swirled his tongue around the hard nub tweaked it between his teeth, sending shivers of delight down the girl's spine.
"argus!" hermione hissed, her hand sliding into his thinning hair. "don't stop!"
filch's hand slid from her waist to her other breast, pinching her other nipple and twisting it.
"oohh!" hermione gasped and peered down at him. filch sucked her nipple hard, his chapped lips felt rough against her tit. "ooh, mr. filch!"
a few flicks of his tongue later, filch kissed up her collar to her neck, giving her ear a nip.
"cum for me, lass," filch whispered. he wanted her to come undone. he wanted to watch the chit lose herself in an orgasm caused by him and him alone. and she did.
"yes, sir," she whispered, and then she was moaning. hermione's body responded eagerly, almost instantly cumming at filch's command. after all, hermione granger never was one to disobey a direct order.
her pussy clamped around filch's cock, spasming as she came. it ached and pulsed with pleasure, hermione leaned her head back, arching her back and gripping filch's balding head, her fingers intertwined in his lank hair.
hermione gave small jerks of her hips as she came, grinding on filch's hard dick as he moved to her neglected nipple and sucked.
filch flicked his tongue against pink nub, scraping it with his tongue. he was enjoying hermione's tight pussy spasming around his cock as she came. there was no denying it. the girl wanted him and enjoyed every minute of it.
she had come to his office, to him, horny and full of desire, despite how much she had denied him during their first encounter.
filch took the opportunity to bite down, a slightly more sadistic desire to cause her pain as she also came.
"ah-uch!" hermione choked out, pulling at his hair, but filch bit a little harder, and hermione groaned. "st-ah-ahp!"
but filch didn't. he sucked and nipped at her breast as the girl came, testing her limits.
it was a long minute before hermione's pussy stopped pulsing, her orgasm long and drawn out. filch continued to suck on her tit, and hermione had no desire to pull his wrinkly member from her wet cunt.
hermione softly moaned, "argus." her hands intertwined in his greasy hair as he flicked and nipped her pert nipple, an almost painful action. how was filch so good at that?
after a few minutes, filch pulled away with a wide, crooked smile on his face, baring his yellowed teeth. hermione's mind told her she should cringe away, that filch is disgusting and filthy and ugly. but the reality was that hermione wanted to kiss him. her toes were still tingly from her orgasm, and she wanted him to fuck her again.
hermione leaned forward, her lips meeting filch's in a heated snog. hermione found herself grinding her pussy on him once more, her clit so sensitive it was almost painful. she massaged his tongue with hers and allowed him full reign of her mouth. she slid her hands from his hair to his chest, enjoying his skin.
eventually, filch pulled away and looked at the clock. "it's time for you to leave, miss granger."
"yes, mr. filch."
reluctantly, hermione stood up from filch's lap, his softening cock popping out of her and filch's hot cum was running down her legs.
"do you — can i clean up?" hermione asked, searching around the office for napkins.
"no," filch said, his dark eyes on her. "you need to leave now."
hermione picked up her clothes, suddenly filled with shame, which she had thought would take at least a few more hours to set in.
she left his office, glancing back to see filch didn't even acknowledge her leaving, and hermione felt a sadness form in her stomach.
her pussy felt empty and used. she certainly wouldn't be seeking any more detentions with filch. he always left her feeling disgusted with herself and ashamed.
two corridors down, hermione passed dumbledore on her way to her dorm.
perhaps she should find someone else to satisfy her.