STORY 5: Lily Potter and her daughter head out into London on the prowl on a given night, but tonight they get the crown jewels - or rather the black jewels, six sets of them, and six cocks to go with them.
London is a city of much variety. A bustling metropolis of businesses, culture, history and the home of families and the city residences of others. One such was the West London apartment - the Lily Pad.
Lily Potter, her eighteen year old daughter Jasmine and the rest of the Potter-Black clan lived to a schedule. On Tuesdays, James and Harry went over to Grimmauld Place - joining Sirius and his son Archie for a party where Sirius's wife Marlene and daughter Freya were the entertainment. Meanwhile, Lily and Jasmine went into London to find a party of their own.
Thursday, Marlene and Freya took over the Hideaway and went out into London. The male Blacks were hosted at Potter Hall for a party with Lily and Jasmine as the entertainment.
On Sundays, every member of the Blacks and Potters got together at whichever home they wanted, and had the mother and father of parties, often with guests. Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday were for normal life and the occasional irregular conquest.
Lily strutted into the massive lounge, wearing a towel slung over one shoulder and nothing else. Forty years old and she looked little more than half that - passive magic plus a few spells and potions. A delighted smile appeared as she espied her daughter, crashed out on her back on a deep sofa.
Alabaster skinned, she shared catlike emerald eyes with her mother, but where Lily was a stunning, sultry redhead, Jasmine was a drop-dead gorgeous raven-haired slut. Jasmine looked up at the soft pad of bare feet on the carpet, but never stopped driving two slender fingers between her slick folds.
"Roll over love, I've got a little present." Lily ordered.
Jasmine reluctantly drew her fingers out of her twat with a groan of pleasure and disappointment, but obeyed, rolling onto her knees. Lily retrieved a box from a drawer and knelt down next to her daughter. With a sigh, the redhead dealt Jasmine's pert arse a sharp smack. With a yelp of pleasure, she spread her legs.
"Good girl. You're going to spend all night with your legs spread. I don't know why you're so reluctant." said Lily.
"There's more fun this way." Jasmine tossed her hair and looked over her shoulder at her mother with a wicked smile.
"Little slut." Lily replied fondly as she squirted a dollop of lubricant from a bottle directly onto her tight little butthole.
The cool liquid and the two fingers that followed elicited a throaty moan as Lily loosened her daughter's arse for her gift. The first Jasmine knew about it was when a blunt object slick with lubricant replaced Lily's fingers in her arse.
"Fuuuuuucccckkk..." Jasmine groaned as her pristine sphincter stretched and dilated around the conical shaft of a thick buttplug.
Then she felt ribs and studs pushing at the tightest part of her ass as Lily pressed it in, inch-by-inch. Each stud and each thick rib of the plug stretched her a little more, stimulating sensitive nerves. Soon the final, thickest inch lay before her.
"Fucking whore, I'm gonna find the two thickest cocks in London, and hold you down while they rape your arse." Jasmine muttered vengefully, then let loose a scream of momentary pain and the deepest pleasure as Lily drove the last inch of the plug home.
"I look forward to it, but we need to get dressed or the best cocks will be gone." Lily smirked, rubbing at the bejewelled metal plug sealing her own ass. "Just remember, you'll be thanking me later for stretching you out."
The streets of London are always busy of an evening, but it being a weekday, rather than the weekend, the pubs and clubs weren't too packed.
The slender, pale-skinned brunette in her stockings, suspenders, little black number and choker would alone have drawn many an eye. Together with her companion, she drew every eye. She entered the winebar and club arm in arm with a sultry redhead with plenty of tits and arse wearing high heels, a micro-dress with a plunging neckline that went down near to her navel - displaying oodles of legs, chest and a complete lack of a bra.
Soon enough, they were being plied with drinks from every direction. Jasmine, however, had already marked a few for further interest.
"...so we - my crew and the boss - come over from Yonkers to meet with some of your dudes on your underground railroad..." Current Target No.1 - a lanky but muscular black New Yorker explained. "But turns out, somedude got the date wrong, so we's got five days liberty in London."
"You work on the railroad, huh. My old school, we had this big old steam engine, about seventy years old. I spent ages working on it for extra credit. Getting down and dirty, and a little sweaty..." Jasmine lounged against the bar next to him.
"Baby, you ever need help getting down and dirty, just ask Jerome here. I know plenty bout it..." he hinted.
"How many guys here are in your crew?" Jasmine asked.
"All six of us, boss an' all are in the bar or the lounge, why baby?" replied Jerome.
"It wouldn't be right to leave you lacking London's hospitality, my sister and I are on our own at the moment, but we were thinking of throwing a party." Jasmine twirled a lock of hair around a finger, leaning back so she was resting on his chest. "You clean?"
"I'm clean and so are the boys. Got doc's notes too." Jerome palmed her ass, sliding his hand under the back of her dress and sliding it across her taut behind. "You and your sis?"
"Yup, the redhead. Clean, certified and on the Pill. So how 'bout it big boy?" she replied, actively rubbing her arse against the sizeable package pressed against her.
"I dunno Baby, I ain't persuaded yet." he smirked.
"There's an empty storeroom down the back, Stud, maybe it'it'll help persuade you." Jasmine hinted, before emptying her cocktail and slinking off into the back premises, arse swaying to the music playing on the dance floor.
Jerome quickly told his crew to keep the redhead occupied, then followed his conquest, and found himself in the old storeroom. It was relatively clean, smelling of old timber from the various broken pallets stored there. He took one piece of the wood and wedged it under the door to keep it closed.
When he turned around, the brunette was kneeling in the middle of the room, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and rolling a hairband onto it. She gave him the sluttiest smile he'd ever seen, and as soon as he was in front of her, set about unzipping him.
Jasmine jumped a good inch as he pulled down his trousers and pants, the full length of his meat smacking her unprepared face. From his balls on her chin, the throbbing black meat stretched to its head just above her right eye. Almost disbelieving, she gave his firm balls a tentative lick, then dragged her tongue up the full length of his cock.
Rolling back his foreskin, she twisted her tongue around her cockhead , lavishing slick worship upon it. Diving in, she traced the slit of his cock, and soon had a first taste of her favourite treat. A pearly drop of pre-cum, thick, warm and salty. Jasmine set about seeking more, lashing her tongue up and down his cock.
She loved the warm, throbbing weight on her tongue, the deep, masculine musk filling her nostrils and the contrast of her alabaster skin and the first of a number of thick, black dicks she hoped would be defiling her fuckholes through the night. Jasmine was unrepentant, a slut in slut heaven. Lavishing worship on a stranger's cock with whorish glee, consumed with giving him pleasure.
But Jasmine wanted more. Power and force were sexy. Jerome ran a hand through the hair of the slutty ravenette so skilfully sucking him off. His saliva-slick cock glistened in the dim glow of an electric light tucked behind a dust sheet. She fucked him just as skilfully with her sparkling green eyes as she did with her mouth.
With a last lick from his cum-filled balls to the tip of his throbbing black meat, Jasmine leaned back to admire her work. It felt so sexy, slicking up a stud's cock for him to abuse her with. It felt submissive, knowing that her mouth was just the beginning, that he'd be fucking both her and her mother by the end of the night.
"Stud?" she asked in a meek tone.
"Yeah Baby?" Jerome replied.
"Will you fuck my slutty mouth? I really want you to grab me and facefuck me like a whore, force your black dick down my throat. I want to choke on your meat, and then I want you to pump me full of your hot, salty spunk." Jasmine asked, flicking her tongue against the sensitive underside of his cockhead with every pause.
Jerome grinned, shuffling forward, one hand fisting her hair, and the other taking hold of his shaft as he tipped her head back. There was no mistaking the excitement on her face as he dragged his saliva-soaked cock across her face until it rested at her lips.
"Open wide Slut, you're on the train to pound town." he warned, then forced his cock into her mouth as she opened up. "Fuck, greedy little cocksucker aren't you. Desperate to choke down a nice big thick black cock."
Jasmine was in a world of ecstacy. Jerome had moved so she was arching her back and taking his cock at a steep angle, and with him gripping her by the ponytail and by the back of her head, she could only twitch as the fat, throbbing, black shaft was forced into her mouth.
Her tongue went crazy on the underside of his meat as Jerome began thrusting his hips, the head of his cock forced deeper and deeper into the slutty brunette's mouth. As he pounded deeper and deeper, he began eliciting filthy, slutty choking sounds from the throat of the cocksleeve kneeling in front of him.
"Filthy little whore, this is what you're made for. Choking on cocks and being the cumslut of hung studs. You wanted a throatfuck, well, here... you... go!" Jerome grinned, and held her tight as he forced his cock into her throat.
Jasmine came, shaking and moaning as she choked on the thick shaft. Her hands were gripping the high heels of her shoes, but one shoe was rubbing the thick plug still stretching her arse. The stimulation of the plug, the humiliation of her submission and the pleasure of choking on a throbbing black dick gave her a powerful surge of pleasure pulsing through her.
"I think you like that, Suck Slut." Jerome groaned, the vibrations of her throat coursing through his cock. "Keep licking Baby, and I might reward you with a bellyfull of my cum."
Jasmine resumed working her tongue as her pounded her face. Her mascara ran, and lipstick mixed with saliva and pre-cum on his shaft. The throbbing meat thrust back and forth, ruining her esophegus, drool-soaked balls slapping her chin as she buried her nose in his crotch and deepthroated him, pouty crimson lips sealed around the base of his cock.
Suddenly, Jerome pulled back, drawing his sloppy, messy cock from her mouth, taking hold of his shaft with one hand, resting it on her lips.
"How's that, Suck Slut?" he asked gleefully, inspecting the damage to the gorgeous whore, where she belonged, on her knees with a big black cock destroying her.
"More." Jasmine rasped.
He barked a laugh, then forced his cock back down her throat. Within moments, he had her choking, her lips back around the base of his dick
"You know what, I reckon me and the bros are gonna take you and your fuckmeat sister, and ab-so-lutely destroy your holes. Think of this as a down payment for being such a fucking wonderful cumwhore Baby." Jerome crowed.
He gave her a last choke, then held her down. Jasmine could feel his meat pulsing in her mouth, taste the sweat and effort spent drilling her throat, and could feel his cum-laden balls jump on her tongue.
All the possibilities that an evening in London Town had offered, none quite matched the reality as it had unfolded.
Jasmine was on her knees in the backroom of a bar, a thick plug stuffed up her ass and an equally thick black cock destroying her throat - and the promise of more.
"Here it comes, Gangbang Gal!" growled Jerome, brutally throatfucking her.
Jasmine felt his balls pulsing on her tongue, his shaft throbbing in time, and then thick ropes of warm jizz spraying from his cockhead, forced deep in her throat. Hot, sticky spunk erupted into her esophagus, painting it white with cum.
Still pulsing, her stud pulled out, a last rope of his cum deposited on her tongue. Jasmine savoured the viscous spunk lying in her mouth, the salty flavour soaking into her tongue, and every corner filled with the sticky musk she loved so much. Almost regretfully, Jasmine swallowed the last of her load of cum, the sticky fluid coating her tastebuds, tonsils and throat, pooling, thick and warm in her belly.
She was their cocksleeve tonight. Their cumdump. Made for black dicks to defile, to pound her mouth, tits, ass and pussy. For black studs to unload their balls of hot, sticky spunk and leave her fuckholes gaping, full of their delicious, salty seed.
"Well, shall we see how my sister's doing." Jasmine asked, kissing his cockhead. "Perhaps head back to our apartment."