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Chapter 3

It was early in the morning that Harry Potter was sitting back relaxing in his comfy chair, by a roaring fire having a nice cup of piping hot coffee. This was his normal routine, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. Well, if you didn't count the long, blonde shock of hair bobbing her head in his naked lap.

Harry leaned back and moaned as his new girlfriend, Gabrielle Delacour deep throated his rather impressive member. "Fuck! You're so good at that Gabby," he moaned out.

Gabrielle let his cock go with a pop. "Merci mon amour," she said sexily, kissing his spit covered head. "Who is your first appointment for the day?" she asked, dropping her head back down and taking him to the hilt.

"Shiiiiiit," he slurred out, putting down his coffee cup and running his fingers through her long, beautiful hair. Shaking his head to clear out the dick sucking induced cobwebs, he tried to remember who had the appointment. "Daphne I think," he answered.

She let go of him once more and slapped his cock repeatedly against her porcelain cheek. "Daphne?"

"Yeah, I think. Daphne Greengrass. She was in my year at Hogwarts. She was in Slytherin so we never got to talk more than a few words our entire time there. Shame too. She's was quite pretty. She did run with a questionable crowd though," thinking back to her friendship with Pansy Parkinson.

"Mmm," Gabby hummed, give his scrotum long, wet licks. She grabbed his cock and started jerking him off. Her hand was nearly a blur! "Is she a first time customer?"

"Yeah. Neither her or her sister have ever been here before," Harry squirmed. He couldn't hold it in much longer.

"Make sure you do the thing with 'er back. The thing you learned with me, you know?" Gabrielle looked at him with her big, innocent looking eyes. How she could look innocent with a cock in her hand, he didn't know.

Harry chuckled. "I'll try to remember love."

Gabby nodded then started lapping at the underside of his head. That in combination with her super fast hand job had Harry thrusting his hips forward and crying out. Gabby closed her eyes and pointed his cock right at her face. She didn't even flinch as his hot cum squirted all over her pretty face. She continued to work his cock; a hot load splashing against her with every stroke. Finally after he was wrung dry, she smiled and got up to clean herself. Harry just shook his head. Getting her as a girlfriend was a stroke of luck. She wasn't jealous in the slightest. She knew that this was his job and accepted it, as long as she always came first. 'I have no problem making her cum first,' Harry smirked.

The Masseur

'Arry, your appointment is 'ere!" Gabby called out. Not only did Gabrielle not care that he was essentially being paid to please women, he actually became his new secretary. He made sure to tell her to not interrupt him or come into the room in the middle of a session. Most of the women he serviced wouldn't like that. She of course had no problem with that. Harry went out to greet his newest client. He entered the room just as Gabrielle was leaving. She just smiled and nodded. Harry smiled back. He loved that she instinctually knew not to be affectionate around his clients. Some of the women he serviced could be a little clingy, and jealous. Having a gorgeous bombshell like Gabrielle hanging all over him wouldn't go over well.

Standing there wringing her hands together was Daphne Greengrass. Harry had to admit that she was still as gorgeous as ever. He wasn't too proud to admit that he'd had a little bit of a crush on the girl during school. Most boys did, including the Slytherin hating Ron Weasley. Her hair was long. Really long. All the way down her back it flowed in soft, loose curls and ended just before it reached her shapely rear. Her hair was the color of midnight. It was so dark that it didn't look natural. It had to be a magical color that few had, like the color of his eyes. Perhaps it was her milky pale skin that made her hair stand out. Her complexion was near flawless and had the paleness of a wealthy aristocrat. Her face was gorgeous with big, brown eyes, a perfect little nose and a wide beautiful smile filled with straight, white teeth. She was wearing tight, black pants, a sleeveless, black shirt, and some black high heels. She had a normal amount of makeup on, though she did sport red lipstick which stood out brightly against the backdrop of her pale skin and dark hair. He had forgotten that she was a fairly short girl at around five foot one or two.

"Miss Greengrass," Harry nodded in greeting.

"Potter," she replied, nodding in return.

"I take it that Gabrielle explained everything to you," Harry asked, looking over her chart. She didn't write down any pre-existing conditions. She did however, write down that she was having problems with her lower back.

"She did," she replied nervously. Her eyes were darting back and forth, trying to take in the whole scene.

Harry smiled kindly. "No need to be nervous Daphne. You're in good hands. I promise you'll leave here a new woman." She smile shyly. "Now right through there is the changing room. Why don't you go undress while I gather my supplies."

"Alright Potter," Daphne answered, going through the side door and leaving Harry alone.

Harry gathered up all the normal things. Mostly the oils he used. They were starting to run low. He'd have to order some more soon. A few minutes later, he heard the door open. Out came Daphne covered in a towel. What was strange was that he could see her bra straps peeking out of the towel. The silly girl kept her underwear on! Harry wanted to laugh but refrained. It wouldn't do to embarrass a client. They came here to feel good, and to feel good about themselves. Harry always did his best to make his clients feel sexy, even when they weren't. That's why they always came back. The pleasure was always a second. Harry walked up to her.

"Daphne love? There's no need for these," he said, sensually running his finger under the strap of her bra. He loved hearing her shudder. "Let me get these for you."

Harry ignored her nervous quivering and untied her towel. She didn't stop him as he let it drop, exposing her underwear clad body to his viewing pleasure. And what a pleasure it was! Her body was slim and tone and full of wonderful curves. Daphne had a classic hourglass figure. A medium sized chest turned into a slim, lovely waist, before flaring out in wide, sexy hips. Her bra and panties were a matching set. Expensive black, lace covered her most intimate of places.

Daphne was a nervous wreck. She couldn't believe that she was actually here! She had just recently went through a terrible break up. Her boyfriend of two years had been cheating on her with some Australian whore! She spent the appropriate amount of time crying, and cursing before listening to her friend Tracey and moving on. It was Tracey that recommended coming to see Potter. That was strange since Tracey was never a client of his. How she knew about him, Daphne didn't know. It didn't really matter because she was here now, and almost completely nude! Hearing Harry gently rebuke her for leaving on her underwear had her blushing. Having Harry slide up into her personal space and unhook her bra almost had her fainting.

As Daphne's bra was pulled free, Harry closely looked at the pair of breasts in front of him. They were just as lovely as the rest of her. C-cups and round and wonderfully perky, they were capped with pink, puffy nipples that Harry couldn't wait to suck. In fact, Harry didn't wait. Leaning in, he grabbed one breast and started his massage early while he kissed his way around her other breast before licking her nipple and finally sucking it into his mouth.

Daphne let loose a loud gasp at the development. 'How the hell did this happen?' Daphne asked herself. She just came in for a massage and suddenly she was topless with her naked breast in Harry Potter's mouth! She wanted to yell at him for his impropriety, but the only thing that left her plump lips was a moan. Feeling his tongue wiggle against her still hardening nipple was incredible. How he kissed, and licked, and nipped at her sensitive flesh was the stuff of dreams. Her old boyfriend had never done things like that! Suddenly his lips left her nipple, and she wanted to yell at him to keep going. Fortunately his lips were still in action. Down her trim tummy his lips went, exploring every inch of open flesh. Daphne ran her fingers through his messy locks as his lips danced over her wide hips. Daphne's breath fluttered as his kisses were laid down the front of her lace panties. "Let's get these off of you love," she heard his voice. Without waiting for her reply, she felt her panties being lowered. She didn't stop him, but actively helped him by wiggling her hips and letting them pool at her ankles. She stepped out of them and stood nude in front of the Boy-Who-Lived. "My my Daphne. Looks like you're feeling better already," Harry's voice interrupted her thoughts. Looking down, she could see what he was talking about. He hadn't even touched her down there, and she already had a bead of arousal dripping down her inner thigh! Her face flushed bright red. She was so embarrassed! Thankfully Harry's voice cut her thoughts short. "Don't worry love, I'll get it for you," he said slyly, and she watched as he licked the trail of arousal all the way up her thigh and squeaked loudly as his nose bumped into her clit!

Harry was incredibly turned on. He imagined that a lot of it had to do with the fact that his former, gorgeous crush was naked in front of him for the first time. He moaned as he licked her thigh clean. Her pussy smelled amazing! His mouth was watering just thinking about it! Harry gently ushered her onto the massage table face down, and he went to work. He poured his heated, special oils all down her sexy body. Slowly he kneaded it into her back and shoulders. Her neck being rubbed had her moaning in pleasure. His hands slid down her ribs and rested on her flaring waist. He poured more oil on her jutting ass and watched amazed as it slid down her shapely cheeks and disappeared into her glorious split. Placing his hands on there, he gave them a squeeze before kneading the oil into her soft flesh.

Daphne moaned again. She was glad she was face down. That way, at least he couldn't see the naughty faces she was making! She gasped as his hands spread her cheeks apart, and her face reddened fiercely as she knew that he could see every inch of her nude body. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt his thumb sliding up and down, rubbing her from her clit, traveling up her wet slit, and onto her virgin asshole. Suddenly, she felt two of his fingers enter her from behind! "Oh god!" she wailed as she hid her face against the table, gripping the sheets in her fists, and arching her back like a common whore! She wasn't ready for what came next. Potter placed his finger at the base of her slender, porcelain neck. She felt the electrical charge of magic being channeled before his magic went into overdrive! He dragged his finger down her spine, coaxing a fresh orgasm with every inch of flesh he touched until his finger rested on her lower back! "Ohhhhhhhhh no no no!" she yelled as something erupted from within her. Fluid was squirting out of her! She could hear it spraying! And Harry, the bastard that he was, didn't give her a second to rest! His magic kept entering her body! She could feel the area of her lower back being healed! She spread her knees wider as Harry's fingers were rubbing up against her G-Spot! She felt his face press up against her, and suddenly his tongue was lapping circles around the rim of her asshole!

Harry wanted to try something new. He channeled magic through both of his hands, one being on her lower back, the other being pressed up against her G-Spot, and through his tongue which was tickling her puckered hole, at the same time. The result was eye opening. Daphne yelled as loud as he'd ever heard anyone yell. A torrent of pussy juice sprayed out in every direction, and poor Daphne bucked, and thrashed through the most violent orgasm he'd ever witnessed! She was still screaming, a thread of drool connected from her mouth to the table as she kicked and flipped around. Finally removing his hands before she hurt herself, her orgasm continued. Her legs were wide open, and he got the perfect view of her smooth pussy trying to clamp down on a cock that wasn't there. It was only a few more seconds before she passed out completely.

Staring down at her nude form, then down to his hard, aching cock, he huffed in annoyance. It looked like he wouldn't get to fuck the black haired beauty this time. At least he had a blonde beauty upstairs who was more than willing to take his load. He looked back down. 'Next time Daphne darling,' he promised. He had no doubt that there would be a next time.