Chapter 1.

He was sitting in his armchair looking at the bright screen while lazily stroking his shaft and fondling his balls when the chime of a new message rang in his sitting room. He moved his gaze from the juicy cunt in front of him to the speech bubble in the corner and read 'CheekyBooklover25 wishes to connect with you.'.

He seldom received messages from women and he usually was the one to contact them. That's because he hadn't posted anything on his page but his age, 45, and a picture of his profile and naked torso in the dim light of the fireplace. Nobody could tell that behind that photo was hidden the former Hogwarts Professor Severus Snape. For this reason only few people got interested in him and the few who did were usually fascinated by his nickname 'SnarkyBastard160' because apparently bastards were the best lovers; or that's what the women he had played with had said.

How he came to rely on Muggle technology to enjoy himself he didn't really know, or perhaps he did.

Life those last few years had been… boring, to say the least. Voldemort was dead and no other villain was trying to become the new dictator of the Wizarding World. He had lost his old job, not that he cared much for it really, because parents didn't want their children to be taught by a murderer. No matter that said murderer had killed on orders. But he didn't care. He was still the youngest Potions Master in the United Kingdom and so, he had resumed to his skills to get an income. He brewed potions and salves for different apothecaries and lived a quiet life. Even too quiet perhaps. And boring.

After the war the Wizengamot, following many months of hearings in which some of the members of the Order of the Phoenix had testify on his behalf – first and foremost Harry Potter and his two sidekicks, - had cleared his name but put him on house confinement. Seven years had passed and he still had one more year to spend wearing a magical ankle bracelet. Thank Merlin they hadn't tied up his magic, he would have gone mad long ago, but he could go out only once a week and escorted by Aurors.

That is why he got restless and life became utterly dull. Quietness had been one of his inner desires when he had been a Professor and a spy for the Order, but after months of seeing nearly no one and having no stimulating conversations at all, he had got bored. Books were his best friends, and he spent a great amount of money on them, but sometimes they just weren't enough. For this reason, he had bought a TV and after a while a laptop. They used to have an old TV at his home when he was younger, so he knew how to make one work, but his father had destroyed it one drunken night. Later on, he had bought a laptop and learning to use it had been quite challenging for him. He would swear for hours on end because the damn thing didn't do what he wanted it to do but in the end, he was able to master it.

His laptop chimed again, and he glanced briefly at the message, reading it.

-Hi there! My name's Alba. How are you?

He furrowed his brows in concentration. Being a teacher, he had come across very strange names, but he had never thought 'Alba' was actually used as a name. This woman, which was apparently trying to get in touch with him, was however disturbing his private moment with a very nice, even though she was totally waxed and that didn't meet his tastes, glistening pussy. He wasn't enjoying himself that much if he had to be honest, the lady was too gross and not enough verbose for his liking and that killed the mood, but he had to do with what he had. Nevertheless, he was being distracted and he hated it.

'Alba? What kind name's that?'

He was being rude on purpose, hoping the heckler would go away, but her reply came immediately.

-It means Sunrise in Italian.

'I know what Alba means.'

-Do you speak Italian?

'I only know the basics.'

He had studied some Italian back when he was younger and needed to learn more about Potions and Spells Creation. The most valuable information you could find in the ancient texts which hadn't been translated yet into English. Italians however, had a far better grasp of Latin and had succeeded in translating some of those. He had never studied more of the language than what he needed for his understanding of what was written in the texts but he knew what the meaning of 'Alba' was.

-Do you like my name?

'No.'

With his blunt reply he had hoped to scare her off, but he didn't have such luck. He smirked at the screen while still pounding his cock when her reply appeared in the screen.

-Bastard.

'That's what I am. What do you want?'

-To have a little chat with you.

'No, thank you. You talk too much.'

-And yet you are still answering.

It looked like the woman was really interested in chatting with him, as she didn't want to leave him in peace. Well, that's what people had done with him most of his life. Always asking, always demanding that he did things for them, never leaving him a moment of respite. But this, this was totally different. It was true that he was a prisoner in his own house, but he didn't have much to answer to anyone these days. He was a free man, sort of; he wasn't compelled to do things he didn't want to and that's why, when the woman he had initially been masturbating with started complaining that he wasn't paying her much attention, he closed the communication with her deciding he would focus on the cheeky booklover instead.

'That's because I am a fool.'

-You look interesting. I really like your picture., she had typed, and he immediately went to see if she had written something in her profile.

She was only 25 - damn her, she was young - and liked reading and writing, exactly like himself. The girl had only a few pictures and in neither of them she was completely naked. He could see her bare shoulders sprinkled in reddish freckles, a nice long neck and wavy hair, long lean legs and a hint of breasts. She left much to imagination and he found himself intrigued. She looked beautiful, utterly sensual, and he liked her.

'Are you really 25?'

-Yep. Is that a problem?

'I'm 20 years your senior, shouldn't you be pestering those guys your age? There's plenty of them on the website I'm sure.'

-I like older men.

In his years as a Professor at Hogwarts he had been the younger in staff, he had started his career when he was only 21, and even if he was far from handsome and approachable, more than one student had tried to get into his pants. Mostly the Slytherins, he had to admit that, but he could also remember some Gryffindor and Revenclaw girls. He had sneered at them, made them cry and then sent them to detention with Filch all the time. He had had enough troubles of his own without adding a prosecution because he had fucked a student on the desk of his office. Besides, he wasn't a paedophile and he had always taken his job seriously. He had taught and protected them at best of his possibilities.

'I see.'

-You haven't yet sent me a dick picture.

Oh, this is definitely interesting., he thought to himself typing a quick reply. He wanted to see where she would get. Does she really want to see my cock or is she just teasing?

'Would you stop bubbling if I were to send you one? Aren't you pleased a girl so younger than you finds you attractive? You should see how wet I am right now imagining the things your wicked and experienced mouth could do to my cunt. I'm sure you have eaten out many women, but girls? How many 25-year-old girls have come on your tongue?

Well. Well, well, well… he liked the way she talked. Blunt but not enough to be vulgar, like she knows what she wants but doesn't want to tell all her secrets.

He knew he would be having fun if he were to carry on with that little game. She was sexy and knew how to play in order to enchant a man. He briefly looked down at his now semi-flaccid cock and touched it while reading again her message. He lightly caressed the veined skin imagining the girl without a face was kneeling in front of him, fondling his balls and sucking him deeply. His dick sprang to life and he shuddered before typing his reply.

'You are a cheeky little thing.'

-Are you stroking your cock, sir?

She went straight to the point and he found her deliciously sexy with both her foul mouth and faked shyness.

'What if I am?'

-If you are, I would like to know what you're thinking about.

'Try a guess.'
-Ah so you like playing, don't you?

'I like a good game.'

-And you think this is one?

'If you can make me come, it will definitely be.'

-So let's see… are you thinking about me caressing slowly your cock with my tiny hands before pumping it hard, or about my hot tongue gently swirling around your shaft before engulfing your engorged head?

He had to inhale deeply to stifle a groan after reading what she had written. His cock was painfully hard and throbbing precum. She had achieved such a result with only a few words while 'Pussy4Dick13' had put her waxed cunt on show but wasn't even able to get him hard. Severus undo the buttons of his white shirt and brushed with one hand his nipples before twisting one between his fingertips. He was breathing hard and he had to do a conscious effort in order to reply to her text.

'You're a temptress.'

-I am. Do you like it? You sounded so annoyed when I first texted you. Have you changed your mind?

'You have yet to make me come.'

-I will. Rest assured, I will.

He had just the time to read about her promise when a notification for a videocall appeared on his screen. That cheeky girl was calling him, and he really hoped she had something sweet to show him. He disabled his camera, as she had not asked him to show himself yet, and pressed the live button. Full and sensual rosy lips appeared before his eyes. At first, they were tightly grasped between white teeth in a sexy way but then they stretched in a small smile, one which was so sinful he had to swallow. She is damn sexy…

She moved just a fraction away from the camera and a dildo came out from somewhere. It looked exactly like a cock, perfect in shape and colour with veins and a texture he knew would be soft to the touch. The girl brought it to her lips and a pink wet tongue lightly touched it, grazing it with just a feather light touch.

-I like it, my Bastard., she wrote without interrupting her ministrations on the fake penis. -It's so soft and it tastes so much of you, salty but savoury. It tastes of a man who has had many women but has yet to find real pleasure. That's because you haven't yet surrendered to me. Oh, I love it. Can you feel the texture of my coarse tongue against the veins of your cock? Can you feel my hot breath and my wet mouth? It's delicious, my Bastard.

The girl kept writing of a perfect fellatio while slowly and lasciviously showing him exactly what she would do to him if he were there. His strokes matched hers, slow and deep then fast and short, and he watched as she licked her lips before engulfing the tip first and the entire length then. It went down her throat so easily he tried to picture his cock instead of the fake one and had to groan hard at the sensations that caused him. He felt his balls tighten while the girl bobbed up and down the erect shaft and a fast pace licking and caressing it with her swollen lips and wet tongue. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear her, but he was sure she was making delicious sounds while deep throating that cock. He could imagine her however, all guttural sounds and heavy breathing, and the feeling was sensational and powerful.

'I'm coming, you cheeky thing.' He texted with one hand, the other still going up and down his shaft. 'Swallow my come, all of it.'

And he really came. He shouted in the silence of his dark living room, his fingers and belly coated in milky come. It had been intense and delicious and sexy, and it left him exhausted sprawled in his armchair. The girl was young but oh so good at this sort of things and he definitely wanted to chat more with her if she wanted to.

-I hope you liked my little show.

'I did. Thank you.'

-My knickers are all wet, but I won't be doing anything for this deep ache I'm feeling right now. I'll wait for you. Until next time, my Bastard.

And like that she was gone. She was good, oh so good. He was tired but satisfied all thanks to that little mouth she had. He couldn't wait to talk to her again and next time he would be the one to bring that little minx to orgasm. She would scream and he would enjoy himself looking at her mouth open in sheer pleasure.