As Harry entered his room back in Grimmauld Place he observed that Kreacher had placed a new letter in the center of his desk. It was from Gringott's requesting that he come in for a meeting regarding the details of the purchase of the Haberdashery. Before he did that he thought that he should go through some more of his other mail so that he could reduce the stack. It was the usual mixed lot. But, just as he was getting to the bottom of the stack, he opened a very brief note:
Hi, Harry!
Padma and Parvati
The photo was worth more than the words. The twins were standing side by side with their backs to him, completely naked. The photo was framed starting at the middle of their arse and continuing up to capture their heads. Their faces were turned‑in toward each other so that they could look back at the viewer and they had their arms draped over one another's back. Their hands then travelled down along their beautiful backs until each girl caressed the other's cheek. Harry's cock was instantly hard.
Consequently, Harry had to take matters into his own hands and Hannah's slippery potion was extremely useful helping him to cum quickly, and oh so pleasurably, while jacking off. After cleaning up and tucking his troublesome little monster back into his bikini briefs he jotted off a quick note to the twins.
Hi Padma. Hi Parvati.
Anytime that you want it, it's all yours.
Then, taking a second piece of parchment out, he jotted off a quick note to Luna to describe the surprise he had received from the twins. Dashing up to the cupola he engaged Fred and had to exercise patience for the crazy owl to calm down before he could attach the notes, one to each leg.
"This one (touching his left leg) is for Luna Lovegood. You should deliver it first."
Fred hopped and danced and hooted.
"This one (touching his right leg) is for Paravti and Padma Patil."
Wasting no time Fred was off. Returning to his bedroom Harry put on fresh clothes before he left the house and apparated to the alley nook outside the Leaky Cauldron. Inside the pub Harry was greeted by the usual gaggle of well‑wishers. There were even younger witches and wizards who clamored for his autograph. Harry patiently greeted all his admirers. Giggling young girls always made Harry blush. Why do they all do that? Before he left he said hello to Tom, and then crossed the magical entrance into Diagon Alley on his way to Gringott's. Along the way he chanced upon Cho and Madam Chang as they were exiting Flourish and Blotts.
"Hello, Harry," Cho called cheerfully.
Harry stopped and then said, "Cho. Good to see you." She's even prettier than I remember. I wonder if she was in on the secret reputation of Padma Patil. Harry wondered to himself since Cho was a fellow Ravenclaw.
"Harry, I'd like to introduce you to my mother, Madam Chang."
"Well Mister Potter, we meet at last," Madam Chang offered. Where have I heard that before? Madam Chang extended her hand which was adorned with a prominent ruby red ring. Harry understood the gesture and kissed her ring.
"I'm honored to meet you, Madam Chang." To which Madam Chang returned an inscrutable smile.
"We're in a frightful hurry, Harry. No time to chat. But I would very much like to get together with you, soon. We haven't had a chance to catch up." She had reached for his hand and squeezed it playfully while giving him a penetrating look. "Shall I look for your owl?"
"Yes, fine, I'd like that," Harry faltered.
With that they all nodded to one another and walked off in opposite directions. Harry recalled that Cho had defied her formidable mother to join the DA against her wishes. Cho had also performed well in the Battle of Hogwarts. Yes, I'd very much like to catch up with Cho.
Snaglok was his usual grim self. "Mister Potter, join me in my private office. There is much to discuss." Harry followed and they were joined by a middle‑aged wizard dressed in proper British business attire. "This is Steppins. Steppins is a solicitor who works for Gringotts as a liaison between the East End Bank of London and Gringott's. He is also one of your kind." By this Harry assumed Snaglok meant that he was a wizard, passing as a muggle, and was also a licensed solicitor with the muggle justice system.
Harry offered his hand to Steppins, who shook it, and said, "Good to meet you Steppins. I'm grateful for your assistance."
"The pleasure is mine, Mister Potter. Now, let us proceed straight to business. It is our understanding that you desire to purchase a haberdashery store by the name of Fanshawe's Men's Fashions, located in Islington, North London. Our background checks revealed that it is a well‑established retailer having conducted trade in that location, The Islington‑Camden Arcade, for almost five decades since its founding. We judge this to be a sound investment and we congratulate you for identifying this opportunity."
"Now, in consideration of the fact that this is a muggle business, several documents establishing your identity and Miss Parkinson's identity are necessary. In service of your ambition we took the liberty to obtain a birth certificate from the authorities in Devon, West County since you were born in Godric's Hallow within that municipal jurisdiction. Subsequently, with the assistance of agents we have placed in the National Health Service, we obtained an NHS number in your name. We also obtained a driver's license for you. Your reputation connected to an incident with a magical car compels us to insist that you do not attempt to drive a muggle car using this license, though it is valid. We cannot be a party to reckless endangerment on the public highways. Finally we obtained a National Identity Card. Congratulations, Mister Potter, you are now a recognized subject of the crown."
"Thank you," Harry said.
"In addition, we performed the same service for Miss Parkinson. Consequently, the two of you are now legally entitled to enter into a contract under British law. Also, we reached out to Mister Fanshawe and we can report that he is delighted that his store clerk will become the new owner and has expressed great confidence as to her suitability in the role. He had nothing but praise for her aptitude and performance in salesmanship."
"We were not, however, amused by the price. We judged it to be more than three times in excess of the asset valuation of the business. However, in consideration of the length of time they have been established and the intangible goodwill attributable to their loyal clientele, we reconsidered our position and came to an agreement at approximately between two and three times the asset valuation. Accordingly contracts have been drawn up."
Harry had no idea what it was he was just told and it really didn't matter to him. Whatever the price, he could easily afford it and he would be performing a service to Pansy, which is what actually mattered to him.
"Now, Mister Potter, here is a copy of the contract that we have prepared. We have delivered a copy to Mister Fanshawe as well, and here is an additional copy for Miss Parkinson along with her identity documents. We thought that you would be inclined to hand deliver it personally."
"Very much so," Harry affirmed.
Stebbins continued, "All that remains at this point is to arrange a meeting among the principals in our offices on Chancey Lane. We shall arrange a meeting two days hence at 9:00 AM in the morning. We shall retain your identity papers until then and surrender them to you upon conclusion of business. Is that acceptable, Mister Potter?"
"Perfectly," Harry replied.
Snaglok spoke up, "Very well." And with that Snaglok stood, Steppins stood, and Harry read the clues that it was time to leave. Taking the copies of the contract, Harry shook hands with Steppins and let himself out.
Half an hour later he entered the shop and seated himself in one of the chairs while he observed Pansy at work concluding a sale with a very distinguished gentleman who was also distinctly flattered by her flirtations. Pansy's eyes smiled at him and he smiled back. Just then Mister Fanshawe entered from the rear of the shop. He spotted Harry. Turning to Pansy he asked her, "Excuse me for interrupting, Miss Parkinson." Pansy looked at Fanshawe and nodded. "Is this young gentleman none other than our esteemed client Mister Potter?"
"It is he, Mister Fanshawe."
"Well, well, well, Mister Potter! How nice to see you." Harry stood as Mister Fanshawe crossed the room and shook his hand. "You're a very shrewd businessman, Mister Potter. Very shrewd. I don't mind telling you Mister Potter that our esteemed Miss Parkinson here has performed admirably in her duties and I am confident the shop will be successful under her administration. Yes, I'm sure that you'll be well rewarded for your faith in our reputation and Miss Parkison's attention to customer service."
"I'm sure you're right, sir," Harry replied.
"It has all been arranged then. I have taken the liberty of instructing Miss Parkinson to equip you with additional ensembles as a gesture of our goodwill. Call it a signing bonus if you please."
"That's most kind of you, Sir."
"Not at all, Mister Potter. Think nothing of it. Well now, I'm afraid I must take my leave of you, Mister Potter. I was just on my way out. Again, pleased to see you again and I know the reputation of Fanshawe's Men's Fashions is being delivered into the most capable of hands. Good day, then."
"Good day, Mister Fanshawe," both Harry and Pansy chimed back.
A short while later Pansy's client completed his transaction and went on his way, smiling. Pansy came around from behind the counter and before Harry could react she had slid into his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck she engaged him in a deep kiss, probing his mouth with her tongue and then retreated as he probed her's even more deeply and forcefully. Disengaging she laid her head upon his shoulder and began to weep.
"Pansy. Are you crying? Why?" Harry wanted to know.
"Oh, Harry, my dearest stallion. I am so terribly humiliated. My behavior during my time at Hogwarts, how mean I was to anyone not in Slytherin, even a few in Slytherin, is unforgivable. I saved my most vile behavior for you and your friends. There is no way I can possibly make up for such inexcusable conduct. I wish I could make friends now with your friends, like Granger, but I know it's impossible."
Pansy stood up and wiped tears from her face trying to dry it so as to look presentable in case a client came in. She smoothed her coat and pulled up her bustier. Then she continued.
"Harry, you have been beyond generous towards me and for no reason. First, you accepted my apology. That may have been the most generous deed I have ever known. I know how unworthy I am. I would have turned you over to the Dark Lord in a heartbeat. Why would you be so understanding? How did it possibly serve you to accept my apology? If that were not enough, you now buy this business for me and make me an equal partner. Again, for what reason? What do you get out of it? I am now indebted to you to an extent I will never be able to come close to repaying."
"Pansy," Harry began, "I have money I can't count. Why not help you out? It seems like a good idea and Mister Fanshawe is convinced you can be a success. So why not? I'm happy to do it."
"Besides being the most generous person imaginable," Pansy stopped to control the quiver in her lower lip, "you are also the kindest soul that ever lived."
Harry laughed out loud. "Kind? Are you sure of that? After I ripped those evil little clamps off your clit and your nipples you can honestly accuse me of being kind? You were sore for days afterward. Pansy, I am many things both good and bad. But it's ridiculous for you to call me kind after what I have done to you and the abuse to your most intimate parts. Maybe I was getting even for your behavior at Hogwarts. I don't know. But you should know this, I may just do it again."
"Oh, please, my stallion. Use me in any way you see fit." Pansy smiled and giggled. Then she pushed her shoulders forward a little to gap her bustier in front, leaned forward at the waist, and waggled her should back and forth as she taunted Harry with a view of her pretty tits, all the while giggling.
Harry was not struck so much by her taunting as he was by two things he had never seen from a Slytherin witch before: giggling mirth and playfulness. Daphne Greenglass was nice enough, an exception among all Slytherins, but there was a reason why she was known as 'The Ice Queen.' She wasn't evil or mean but she certainly was not full of mirth and playfulness. This was uncharted territory from a Slytherin for Harry. But, more than anything, it confirmed for Harry that she was worthy of his generosity.
"Pansy, there was a reason I stopped by today. This is the contract (handing her the envelope) that has been negotiated by a solicitor from the bank with Mister Fanshawe. We will meet in the solicitor's office in two days. Their precise address is on the papers. So we all meet at 9:00 AM in two days to sign the papers and take possession of Fanshawe's Men's Fashions."
Pansy accepted the envelope and laid it on the counter.
"Thank you Harry. I'll look this over another time. Now, I still have business to conduct today. Will you please come back later. I'd like to make dinner for you in my flat and we can sit down and celebrate our future partnership together. Say at 8:00 PM after I close the shop? That will give me an hour to get dinner started and get ready for you."
The invitation surprised Harry. Of the many attributes that came to mind when he thought of Slytherin witches, taking an interest in domestic duties was not one of them.
"I am very flattered by your invitation, Miss Parkinson. Perhaps you can advise me as to how I should dress for the occasion?"
Pansy took his hand and guided him to the door. "I'll take care of all of that, my precious stallion. Show up in clothes you're ready to discard." Opening the door she added, "See you at seven."
After leaving the shop Harry stopped by the agency that sorted through his mail and picked up another stack to go through. In addition he retrieved Luna's response to his owl, which had not yet been forwarded to him.
Harry,
I got your message. Go for it! How could you pass it up? Sexy twins?
Padma and Parvati are coming here tomorrow so we can discuss what she is willing to share with you about her interesting reputation. They're coming mid‑morning.
You might want to come by later, at lunchtime, and I'll tell you about their decision.
Love, Luna
As far as Harry was concerned Luna is a national treasure. And what a little instigator! He loved her more and more each day it seemed.
But thinking about love, Harry was reminded about Hermione. He missed her badly. He hoped her mission in Australia was proceeding successfully and by the end of the summer she will have her parents installed back in England. More than anyone he knew the value and importance of family. Hermione had sacrificed her own family to assist him in his mission to defeat Tom Riddle. She made a sacrifice that he could not imagine making. For all his courage and determination, Hermione had shown more courage and dedication beyond anything Harry thought himself capable of. Hermione was the real hero and he also knew he could not have succeeded without her. Of course he loved Hermione. He loved her more than anything and would sacrifice anything for her. How could he not?
Back in his room he began to go through his stack of mail. There were the usual well‑wishers, older witches wanting to lure him into assignations, grateful families describing the peril from which he had saved him, and a few sexy girls taunting him. A few were from girls who might have been in their third or fourth years at Hogwarts. Some of the photos they sent were flirtatious, very flirtatious, but a few left nothing to the imagination as they displayed their body wantonly and rubbed their tits or pussy for him. Some he placed on his hearth stone and shot the incendio spell at them, judging the girls to be too young.
Surprisingly he had received one from Cho Chang. Cho was one of the prettiest witches Harry had ever known. Her photo pictured her facing the camera, her beautiful hair perfectly in place and her eyes as tempting as ever. It was a head and shoulders shot but her arm was slowly lifting something into the bottom of the frame. It was a pink popsicle. As it emerged into the frame it was revealed to be unusually long, perhaps eight inches. She lifted to her mouth and, tipping her head back, she pushed it into her mouth slowly and without stopping. A bulge now became visible on her throat that advanced its way down as she closed her lips around the wooden stick of the popsicle handle.
Fuck! It was going to become necessary for Harry to learn how to brew that slippery potion of Hannah's if he continued to receive mail like this. Fucking bikini briefs of Pansy's! His cock head had snuck under the waistband just as he told her it would. Pulling down his pants and laying on the bed Harry coated his shaft with a dab of the slippery potion and stroked his member tenderly while watching Cho's exhibition over and over. He was in no hurry; he could watch this all day. It took more than five minutes before he spurted cum up his stomach and lay the photo down.
Fifteen minutes later he cleaned himself up and moved over to his desk. First, he wrote to Luna.
Luna,
It's a date. Tomorrow at lunchtime.
Love you, Harry
Then he wrote to Cho.
Cho,
I'm busy tomorrow and the next day but I'd be happy to meet you at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor three days from now.
Respond if you're available on that day and name the time.
You have become even prettier than ever. Wow!
Yours, Harry
It was necessary to wake Fred and he shifted from leg to leg so Harry could attach the messages with his eyes closed. "This is for Luna Lovegood (left leg) and this is for Cho Chang (right leg). You can deliver them after you wake up." Fred gave a low throaty hoot but he opened his eyes, spread his wings, and departed into the sky. If Harry didn't know better he might have thought Fred had been busy with assignations of his own last night.
Harry stepped into The Islington‑Camden Arcade a few minutes before 8:00 PM and arrived at the shop door punctually. Pansy was at the door dutifully awaiting his arrival. She held the door for him then closed it, locked it, and then turned to give him a passionate kiss. Next thing Harry knew she dragged him into the dressing room where, without a word of warning, she began to remove his clothes. There were new clothes hanging on the hook, quite nice ones, really. The pants and jacket were jet black satin with Slytherin green lapels and pocket piping and Slytherin purple buttons.
"Just stand there and don't get randy on me," Pansy commanded as she swatted away his hands reaching for her boobs.
Pansy was wearing shiny Slytherin green fuck‑me pumps. Sheer white stockings covered her shapely legs and disappeared under a Slytherin purple leather miniskirt. Her blouse was sheer, like her white stockings, and her beautiful breasts stood proudly beneath it, sans bra, cruelly beckoning Harry. There was a gold chain necklace hanging from her shapely neck that dangled a pendant between her breasts. He had to look at the pendant twice to be certain of what he saw. It was a silver phallus, two inches long, and of impressive girth! Encircling her neck was a snug leather collar with three silver rings, one left, one right, and one beneath her throat. The collar was clasped in the back with a small silver padlock. There were similar cuffs on her wrists and from one a small carabiner dangled. Pansy really did not require makeup and only wore minimal mascara and eyeliner during the day. Tonight she had Slytherin purple lip gloss and eye shadow combined with heavy black mascara and black eyeliner. Her hair was arranged in a high ponytail held in place by a Slytherin purple ponytail holder.
Harry had been stripped down to his biking briefs and the head of his cock had breached the waistband, again. Pansy carefully arranged it to the side, gave it a loving pat, and then began to roll up his new socks. Kneeling before him she assisted him in stepping into them and smoothing them up into place. Before she rose she placed a quick kiss on his manhood and then held the pants for him to step into. A pair of shiny black oxfords with Slytherin green laces came next. They were constructed of soft and supple calfskin and were the most comfortable shoes he had ever worn. After she had laced them for him she stood and helped him on with the shirt that she lovingly buttoned up to his collar. The cuffs on the long sleeves were clasped with Gryffindor lion's head cufflinks in silver. A silk tie sporting Gryffindor colors of red and gold and the silver tie bar with a Gryffindor lion's head design matching the cufflinks. Pansy fussed with the tie knot and, finally satisfied, took down the jacket and held it for him. The inside lining of the jacket was fine red silk with a repeating pattern of Gryffindor lions roaring. Slipping his arms into the sleeves Harry put on the jacket. The final item was a silver chain terminating in a Slytherin green leather hand loop. It was a leash. She clipped it to the ring at her throat.
Back out in the shop Pansy set up a camera on the counter and focused it where Harry was standing. Setting the shutter timer, she walked back to Harry, handed him the end of her leash, then knelt at his feet wrapping herself around one of his legs. Several snaps were taken with Pansy changing poses. In one she was up on her knees with her face snuggled in his crotch. Finally she stood, with her head bowed and eyes downcast.
"I am pleased to be your submissive servant this evening, My Lord, My Stallion."
Leading her by the leash she consented to be pulled while keeping her head down and her hands by her side. Pulling her by the leash up the stairs they went down the hallway to her room. The door was open. Swinging her into the room by the leash he closed the door and placed locking spells on the door and silencing charms throughout the room.
"No one will hear you scream, now." Harry told her. Her eyes were looking down and her head was bowed.
There was a small round table with more than a dozen candles burning, providing all the light in the room. But there was only one place setting, along with a bottle of wine and a cover over something in the center of the table. Harry approached the table and lifted off the cover. Underneath was a Shepard's Pie.
"There is only one place setting here. Aren't you going to join me for dinner?" Harry asked.
"My Lord, I am not worthy to sit with you at board as an equal. I shall sit on the floor at your side, secure that you hold my leash. If My Lord deems it appropriate to give me food he may throw it on the floor and I shall eat it off. If My Lord deems it appropriate to give me drink he may lift my leash up tight, force my mouth open, and he can spit drink from his mouth into mine. It would be my privilege to receive it thus from your mouth. I serve at the pleasure of My Lord and shall willfully perform any service that he desires."
"Very well," Harry replied. "Turn around." Pansy turned and, using the carabiner hanging from one of her wrist cuffs, he secured her hands together behind her back. Now, pulling his chair away from the table he pointed to the floor under the table. She immediately assumed her place there and Harry sat down, drawing the chair up to the table with Pansy on her knees between his legs. She laid her head against his thigh, face into his crotch, and gave out a sigh of contentment.
There was a bottle of Beaujolais on the table. Filling his wineglass he then brought it down to her, pulled her head back by her high ponytail, and told her, "You must taste any drink before your Lord indulges to ensure that it is not poisoned." Pulling her ponytail a little harder she opened her mouth and Harry poured some of the wine into it. She swallowed as much as she could allowing only a little to run down her chin. Harry looked down at her for a moment then sipped some of the wine himself.
"Very good, slave. It is a good wine."
"As it may please your Lord," she responded.
Serving some of the Shepard's Pie onto his plate Harry tasted several bites. It was quite good actually. If Pansy had made this herself then his perceptions of her were being challenged.
"Slave, did you make this by your own hand?"
"Yes my Lord."
"It is a worthy effort. I am very well pleased," Harry offered in praise. Then he filled a forkful and began to feed it to her. "I will not have you eat this from the floor as it would be unworthy of such an excellent dish to be so treated."
Partway through dinner Harry rose and released the carabiner binding her hands behind her back. Commanding her to crawl on all fours he reined her by the leash and entered the bathroom. "Remove my shoes and socks, slave. Then pull off all my pants. You shall then hold my phallus and direct it as I pee." Pansy dutifully removed his shoes, socks, pants and bikini briefs. His cock stood proud and erect and directing him down to pee into the toilet was not a simple task. During the struggle it became a little softer and eventually she managed it. Harry let his stream flow and she carefully directed it into the toilet. "Now, slave, wash me and dry me."
Soaping his cock at the sink was unbearably pleasurable and Harry's erection was returned to its full glory. She patted it dry very carefully. Now dropping to all fours again she was directed by her leash back to the main room. Commanding her to sit a few feet away from the table, he returned to his seat and faced her.
"Stand and strip, slave. Entertain me. The more sensual your performance the greater will be your reward."
Pansy stood and began with her shirt, starting with the cuffs the buttons of which seemed to give her trouble. The shirt left little to Harry's imagination because it was a very sheer fabric and her proud boobs were prominently displayed. Now she unbuttoned the front slowly down to the waistband of the leather miniskirt then tugged it slowly inch by inch out of the waistband. She stopped there and allowed the shirt to gape open. Leaning forward she pulled the zipper down the side of the skirt with deliberate slowness. Then, facing away from Harry, she wriggled it down her hips and let it drop to the floor. Her pretty little pussy was now on full display as she lingered bent over like that. She had not been wearing knickers. The little slut!
Turning back to face him she bent over and lifted a foot so she could unstrap one shoe. Her tits swayed nicely in full display as the open shirt gaped open. Removing the shoe and tossing it aside she now freed the other shoe and did the same. Turning once again away from Harry she ben over and worked a stocking down her leg, making sure to wiggle her arse and give him a full view of her feminine core. Her pussy glistened with her arousal in the candlelight which Harry found incredibly arousing. The show continued as she removed the other stocking. It required all the self‑discipline Harry possessed not to take his engorged shaft into his hand to stroke it. Finally she finished with the stockings and turned back to face Harry. With a shrug of her shoulders she dropped the shirt behind her. That she was a sexy beauty there had never been any doubt. The shaft of man‑flesh straining from his groin was evidence enough of that. So different from Luna, or Hannah but just as desirable. This evening had so far exhibited a completely new dimension of playfulness and somehow, it seemed in agreement with what he might expect from a Slytherin witch. Let's not overthink this Harry. You need to fuck her, now.
"Come here," he ordered. "Now strip me."
She came to Harry and straddled his legs then sat in his lap facing him. She removed his coat and dropped it aside. Harry had taken hold of her leash again and held her close. Unfastening the cuff links she loosened his cuffs. Then, turning to the tie, she worked the knot down and finally it separated. Pulling it out of his collar she hung it loosely about her neck. Now she unbuttoned his shirt, working her hands all the way down and, with the final button, she made sure to tease his stiff member. Finally she pushed the shirt over his shoulders, stripped the sleeves down his arms, and tossed it aside.
Harry immediately seized her wrists again and brough them behind her back, clipping her cuffs back together. Then with one hand he grasped her ponytail and pulled her head back. Her restrained hands grasped his knees for support and her pelvis slid forward, bringing her wet pussy lips into contact with his cock. Harry picked up the wine glass with his free hand and poured the Beaujolais into her open mouth. She spluttered only a little and wine ran over her lips and down her chin, dripping onto her chest and tits. Letting go over the ponytail he began to lick the wine from her skin as he squeezed her tits and rolled her stone hard nipples in his fingers. She was grinding her wet slit into his cock with determination now.
This was fun and her gasps and pants made it even more fun. She had tantalized him with the strip show now he was going to take his time licking and sucking and pinching and rolling. She was liberally coating his cock with her juices. Again, he pulled her ponytail and poured more wine into her mouth. She spilled more onto her tits this time and it took more time to lick it off.
Finally he worked his hands under her cheeks, lifted her off his lap, aligned her pussy with his rigid pole, and let go. Gravity pulled her down rapidly and her cunt was now deeply impaled. "Uhhhnttt, OH FUCK."
"Now fuck it, slave. Fuck that cock good."
"So thick it is, My Lord. Uhhhhnnn. Yes, My Lord. As you wish."
And she began to ride him, bracing on his knees with her arms as she leaned back and rocked her pussy over his thick shaft. Harry reached down with one of his thumbs and began rubbing each pussy lip, coating his thumb with her slick juices, then rubbing it in on her sensitive little hood and clitoris. He dipped in and spread her juices several times. Finally, he began to circle his wet thumb over the hood and clit, applying delicate pressure. Pansy increased the tempo and urgency of her fucking. She was panting now and spewing pussy juice all over his cock and balls. With his other hand he began wetting his middle and index finger in her juices, making sure that they were wet and slick.
Pansy's head tipped back, her eyes rolled up into her head, and her jaw went slack as her orgasm was close. Unable to use her legs now she just rocked and ground herself down onto his dick. That was his queue. Continuing to circle with his thumb over her clit he now quickly reached under and pushed his two slick fingers up her ass. Pansy exploded into an orgasm.
"FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. My Lord you… Aiiiiieeeeee!"
When her spasms subsided her movements stopped. She was spent. It had been a big day for her. It probably started with the excitement over the contract. Planning this evening, between the dinner and then all the naughty dominant/submission scenes that must have been running through her head all afternoon. She must have been continuously randy and wet. Now, she had nothing left.
Harry wanted to finish and he knew how he could. His fingers were still in her back door and his swollen cock in her pussy, separated only by a thin membrane. Harry began to thrust his fingers in and out of her tight little hole, not with the purpose of arousing her any further. He was stroking his own cock through the membrane that separated her two fuck holes. It was working too. It took several minutes. Pansy's arms were trembling so Harry wrapped his free arm around and pulled her in close. She hung on him like a limp rag doll. With her close like that he had a better angle for the thrusting of his fingers and he increased his pace. Now his eyes began to roll up into his head.
His cock swelled, his balls drew up, and he began pumping his spunk deep into her cunt. She was too spent to react and simply savored the feeling of the hot, thick cum as it coated her cunt, leaked down his shaft, and ran into the crack of her ass where his fingers remained embedded in her anus. She loved the feeling and knew she'd crave it again. After he finished cumming his magic wand began to soften and he reached around and freed her hands. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled her face into the crook of his neck.
There was nothing left to say. After basking in the afterglow for ten minutes they separated, stood up, and Pansy crawled into bed, still sticky with cum. Harry washed himself in the sink the joined her in bed where they spooned together and fell almost directly asleep.
The last thought in Harry's mind before sleep was the memory of his argument with the sorting hat. Maybe I should have allowed the Sorting Hat to have its way and put me into Slytherin house. It might have been fun.
The last thought before Pansy succumbed to sleep was this had been a date night she might never equal again. I wonder if he can manage two witches at the same time?
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