The sky was clear with no clouds and the alley looked dark even in afternoon light, casting long shadows and the streets of the hogsmeade were homes for some of the ex-death eater homeless.
Harry Potter walked on the gravel street, his hands inside his pockets, one hand clutching the address tightly as he walked slowly dreading the walk. He was on his way to Daphne's newly brought home at one end of the hogsmeade and she had asked him and Dean, Theo and Seamus to help move some of their boxes shifted from her old place into new one at their last week's get together.
Harry never liked Daphne Greengrass much she was one of the most arrogant witch he ever had the unfortunate to meet. She had always made fun of him, especially at the gathering. Always made fun of him being single and wanting to have fun with other women and using his new found fame after the war.
It's not like it's his fault he can't find a stable relationship. He goes out dating every week with a hot witch and have fun with them, some have lasted more than one week of course, even up to a month, but then he somehow find out them using him for his money in some way or other and he finally gets tired of it.
Harry still felt like he is dating in Hogwarts, dealing with fanning witches. So he started dating just for fun and nothing else. Just at 23 years old Harry wasn't looking for a relationship nor commitment. He just wishes he could just have fun and get to his sixties before passing away peacefully.
Most of his friends are married too, even his two best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Harry often wondered what the brilliant witch had seen in Ron, of all people to marry him a year earlier. Hermione was always a hot witch in Harry's mind, with her know-it-all attitude at the same time being an innocent goody two shoes. Her slender figure and beautiful face had ignited his dirty dreams for a few nights.
But after her pregnancy five months earlier she got hotter. He must not think of his best mate's wife in that way, but he couldn't help but notice how her knockers tend to almost rip the front of her tops and how tight and fat her ass looks in her jeans, with her figure getting more into a hourglass.
He thinks of Ron and could only imagine a dumb fool that gets jealous for every little thing and was amazed at their marriage lasting past an year anniversary. He thought about them together and wondered, why Hermione is with someone pathetic like Ron and could always come to only one conclusion of her taking sympathy on him and marrying him.
Harry shrugged grumbling once more thinking of facing Daphne. It wasn't all that bad till he met with her last month at a pool party at Ron and Hermione's house. They were all adults there, no children and everyone was drinking booze. Harry got a bit high and accidentally lost his swim shorts, which had been the only dress he had been wearing.
So obviously, he stood there in front of all his friends and friends of friends like a dumb idiot, flashing off his cock and blabbering stupid jokes, thinking they were all laughing at his joke, when they were actually laughing at him. Harry still felt embarrassed and traumatic about that experience.
Since then Daphne had taken it as her life's goal to make him re-live the experience every time in public gathering laughing and joking about it and calling him, The Great Sword, and going on to explain that she is referring to his big cock. Harry gritted his teeth at the fury radiating from within, wanting to turn back and walk away but also wanting to be the good guy and being good friends with them, so to avoid lame advice about developing inter house friendship, even after Hogwarts.
Harry came to a stop in front of a two-story normal-looking brick wall and frowned. He checked the address once more, looking left and right at the vacant broken houses and shrugged before he knocked on the door. Impatiently, he knocked twice before the door creaked open.
Daphne Greengrass smiled sweetly at him, and Harry grimaced. She welcomed him in and asked him to wait while she prepared tea. As she walked into the kitchen, Harry looked around, surprised and suspicious to see everything already arranged and moved, creating what looked like a normal living room.
"I didn't see any packages," Harry said, frowning. "What should I help you with? And when are the boys coming?"
Daphne returned with a tray of two tea cups, still wearing the same arrogant expression. She shrugged. "Theo, Seamus, and Dean already came in here a day before and helped with everything."
Harry's frown deepened. "Then why did you call me today?"
"I wanted to talk to you about something important," Daphne said, her tone unchanged. "I knew you wouldn't come if not for my lies about needing help."
Harry considered leaving, but his curiosity got the better of him. "Fine. What is it?"
Daphne smiled, setting the tray down. She gestured for him to follow her, leading him to some stairs after opening a door in the living room. They descended into a big dungeon-like room with all facilities: AC, a big bed, light blue walls, flashlights, cupboards, even a muggle TV.
Harry hesitated, demanding, "What is this?"
Daphne sighed, annoyed at his fear of her. "I'll tell you if you take a seat." She gestured towards a single loveseat opposite her.
As Harry sat down, he watched in shock as a whole couch formed in the vacant space out of thin air for Daphne to sit, reminiscent of the Room of Requirements at Hogwarts.
"What... what is this place?" Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Daphne met his gaze. "This is a safe house, Harry. A place where we don't have to hide from anyone and can be open about anything."
Harry's eyes widened. "Who's 'we'?"
Daphne hesitated before replying, "That's why I called you here, Harry. I wanted to discuss something private, something like this... in private."
Harry's confusion only deepened. "What is it?"
Daphne took a deep breath, her words carefully measured. "I built this place because there are some women, single and married, in my close circle who are not happy in their marriages and relationships. At least, not in the physical part. Some of them were at the pool party last time you accidentally flashed yourself, and they... expressed an interest in you."
Harry listened silently, his heart beating fast in anticipation of where this was going.
"These ladies are even willing to pay for a one-time chance with you," Daphne continued.
Harry gasped, his eyes widening. "Oh my god."
He accused her, "You're trying to sell me as a male prostitute!"
Panicking, Harry asked if she was going to poison him or control his mind with her hand, talking to himself in anxiousness and realizing he forgot his wand.
Daphne rolled her eyes. "It's not as dramatic as all that, Harry. I was simply asking if you'd be interested."
Harry replied defensively, "Of course, I'm not interested!"
But Daphne smirked and said, "Then why does the front of your trousers have a bulge?"
Harry looked down, his face flushing crimson, cursing his treacherous body.
Before he could protest further, Daphne interrupted, "Listen, Harry. I know you're just dating chicks for fun. And these ladies want fun too. This idea was actually suggested by one of them. And I know you're not an angel who cares about the ladies' husbands or boyfriends. So, you better accept it now, or I'll give the chance to someone else."
Harry narrowed his eyes, about to open his mouth, but then abruptly stopped.
Daphne waited, her gaze steady, unyielding.
After a tense moment, Harry sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Fine."
Daphne's smirk widened into a satisfied smile. "Great. I'll arrange everything then. Come back tonight at 7. We already have your first appointment ready with your first lady".
As Harry left the room, his mind whirled with conflicting emotions. He felt a mix of embarrassment, confusion, and a twinge of guilt. But beneath it all, there was a flicker of excitement, a thrill at the prospect of something new and forbidden.
But as he stepped back out into the world, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that he had just crossed a line, one that he wasn't sure he could ever step back from.
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Harry sat on the king size bed nervously in the basement room or Heaven club as Daphne called it. He sat on the edge of the bed thinking about his decision of why he chose this, he has more money to spend freely now and more. Auror job kept him busy with a purpose in life, so he's not bored or doing this for money but the fun of it.
There is a devious part of him that enjoys the idea and taboo behind it. The part of him not looking for love but just some exotic time with these naughty witches and not at all caring about the consequences as he know his identity will be safe within here. Daphne had said that every witch visits here would sign the bond of not exposing the Bull's identity to anyone other than the witches that visit the club.
Now, he sat here on the bed with only his long pants on and waiting for the first lady of his first night in the place. He heard footsteps and some hushed talking, then silence before the door to the room opened and Hermione Granger stepped in, wearing her ministry robe, a tight top button up shirt, an over coat on top of it with the ministry seal and a thigh high work skirt, looking hot as ever.
Harry gasped in shock and stood up not believing his eyes, which was gazing up and down her body hungrily, "So you are the first lady tonight huh?" Harry asks in an amused tone and Hermione blushed deeply for a moment before she walks over to sit on the bed, her face composed into an determined expression
She looked up at him, straight in his eyes and simply said "Yes".
"Are you serious?" Harry asked incredulously "...Or Wait! Are you guys pranking me? Where is Ron, is he in on this too?" Harry then looks around.
"Harry... Harry please relax for a minute", she says "This is not a prank and we are alone here" Hermione pats the spot beside her on the bed "Can you please come here and take a seat here, So I can explain". Harry relaxes and sits beside her.
"What happened? I thought everything was great in paradise", Harry asks referring to Hermione to Harry's marriage.
"Ron is a good guy, he buys me gifts and speaks nice things to me, but let's just say he is not equipped enough" Hermione said subtly.
Harry blinks, "Could you explain further? Otherwise nothing is happening here. I'm not going to betray Ron" Hermione sighs and continues.
"Well, Ron has a below average cock and his balls haven't dropped yet. It's still a surprise to me how I got pregnant" Hermione says bluntly, but still not direct enough.
Though Harry got an almost idea about where this is going and the meaning of her words, he still fakes it, looking confused "I didn't get you".
Hermione tuts and her face flushing in embarrassment "Alright, here goes nothing... It was all going mostly alright before Rose is born. Our work schedules kept us busy but we somehow found a few moments to be physical but after our first child was born I started feeling all hormonal... horny, in simple words and wanted the physical intimacy more".
"Ron couldn't last more than two minutes in bed, he tries of course and he has the world's smallest balls ever" Harry burst out laughed at that and he cackled until Hermione glared.
"I mean... Don't get me wrong, I love Ron but I'm a woman and after Rose, my hormones are all jumpy and I feel more needy and not satisfied enough. Maybe I didn't have enough sex drive before pregnancy. Last month, after your little accident happened at the pool and we all saw how..." She flushes again, "...how big your sword is..."
Harry grumbled in annoyance at the memories of the flashing incident came back rushing and at Hermione using Daphne's nickname for him.
"Ron and I had a talk and Ron himself suggested that I go to you to satisfy these needs until it gets over. I didn't have enough courage to talk to you about this, so I asked Daph to do it" Hermione bit her lip "And we set up this contract and all, to save your image".
"So Ron knows about this? He knows where you are now and what you're going to do with me?" Harry asks in shock.
Hermione nods "Yes, Harry. My husband knows about it and even signed the contract not to tell anyone so this is not cheating on my part or betrayal from your part and we are both doing it with Ron's permission and blessings".
"Alright then, I'm fine with that answer" Harry shrugs "So how can we do this?"
"You're okay to do it with me?" Hermione asks in surprise.
"Yeah? I mean who doesn't. You're hot Hermione" he says casually and Hermione smiles shyly.
"C-can we kiss?" She asked, stuttering.
"Alright" Harry moves close to her and they lean towards each other, he waits close to her face, not touching her lips and asks for her permission "Can I touch you anywhere I want?" She bit her lips and nods, arousing Harry further with her innocent bookworm look and face.
Hermione made a sound she didn't know she possessed—much like a child's wail—when he ran his fingertip across her lower lip. His lips touched hers as he roughly drew her to him, cupping her face.
The brunette felt only him as she reflexively closed her eyes, relinquishing all control. Her heart would jump every time he placed his lips over hers, like if a dementor were sucking the life out of her.
Harry tasted her mouth and made her knees weaken as his fingers touched her bare thighs. Quickly, his tongue met hers, where it was surrendered to him without hesitation. The pattern was really pleasurable. It began with the sensual warmth of a soft man's touch as it moved over her flesh. It was euphoric.
The sensations grew stronger the farther his fingers traveled up her legs. She opened her legs wider as he got closer to his crotch. "You're not wearing anything inside," he said, stopping as he felt for the inner of her thighs and found no fabric. She remained motionless throughout.
"I...I thought it would be easier..." He let out a lustful grunt as she whispered. His fingers found her hot spot, and Hermione's chest rose at the sound he made. Though he got so close, he never made contact with it. Hermione held her breath resisting the urge of reaching out to grasp her hand and guiding it toward her.
She had neatly trimmed her bush into a tiny little triangle earlier in the morning for this. and found it to be very attractive! She started purring like a kitten by the point he got closest to her core. It was really satisfying! Hermione felt herself growing hot and moist and swollen.
As his fingers moved over the smooth skin of her inner thighs, Harry continued to say lovely nothings to her ear. "Such a small tender small flower on a grown ass witch," he laughed as she whined.
Once more, she shut her eyes and let Harry to carry out his tasks. She could feel her little flower, hairless and delicate, starting to bud. He teased her for what seemed like hours, never really touching her where she wanted, but then all of a sudden he stood up, took her hands and made her stand with him. He then slowly pushed her down so that she was standing in front of him on her knees.
He met her gaze and she knew exactly what he wanted, softly bringing her hands to his crotch and stroking his body over his jeans. She undid his belt before unzipped him as her desire for him grew stronger and stronger, overwhelming her thoughts.
Upon first seeing his monster, she loudly gulped and pushed down his pants. Ten inches, hard and heavy, thick veins protrude. Of course she had accidentally seen it once before, but not hard and definitely not close. Harry groaned as she grasped his cock and maintained eye contact with him while she lapped the slit on its crown, savoring his luscious pre-cum. With just over half of his entire length occupying her mouth up to her throat, she parted her lips wide and welcomed him into her warm, moist mouth, ready to savor him.
Her head shook slowly as her tongue curved around his hardness, trying to suck him dry, but it doesn't work. She desired to taste and experience more of his sperm. She sucked and spat on it quickly and stroked firmly. She marked the veins in him by licking him from base to top.
Harry wide eyed watched the brilliant witch of her age, who was married to his best mate, now sucking and gagging on his cock obediently worshipping him like her life depends on it, tasting Harry's cock. The slurping and gagging sounds reached his ears, making him all hot.
Hermione gave him a lengthy kiss before she began to lick his cock once more. Even so, this is so wrong on so many levels. Still, she needs this—she desires this! As she knelt on the floor, her thoughts ignored her husband and she wrapped one hand around his cock, slurping on it, and another around his butt, enthusiastically thrusting him into her mouth.
She longed for Harry to make use of her as his slut; when she gazed up to see him staring back at her, she realized she was losing control. Harry was pleased with what he saw; he simply grabbed her head and began face-fucking her, seeming to be sawing deep into and out of her mouth.
In a matter of minutes, he was squashing her mouth with his warm white cream, his rich, velvety flavour gradually seeping down her neck and into her belly.
Harry's cock was still twitching, proud and hard, enjoying the sensual scene in front of him. His seed trickled down Hermione Granger's chin as she swallowed it. "On the bed slut!!" he ordered, which makes her jump in panic but her pussy flowed at the sound of his voice and she eagerly rushed onto the bed providing him the perfect view of her ass, so full and plump, due to her recent pregnancy, appearing her like the perfect MILF she is and he admired it.
He flopped back on the mattress next to her "Suck me!!" He demanded. She began kissing him on his face and proceeded to kiss his chest, stomach, thighs, and finally his cock. He turned to face her, and she gave him a bashful smile before rubbing his balls and sucking on his cock once more.
Then, with his cock protruding from her throat, she alternated between sucking his monster and his balls. "Oh my God," he groaned. Panting, she choked and released his cock with a slurp, then swiftly sucked hard on Harry's tip, extracting his pre come.
Harry let out a moan as Hermione began to suck his balls, slobbering all over them before releasing her grip. She then grabbed his cock once more, not going as deeply as before but still sucking intensely to give him the greatest pleasure.
"Fuck... yes," he moaned before suddenly standing up. Harry felt himself growing closer to it, and he again went directly to her lips, to which she dutifully drank. Hermione shrieked with his delight as he lunged at her. But Harry grabbed her by the shoulders, forced her to recline, and stood at the bed's side.
She was completely drenched, her fluids gushing forth. Harry removed his hand from her and licked it after brushing some of her secretions into his mouth; she tasted great. She pleaded with him for her relief, "Please."
Hermione could smell the man's muskiness and feel his limp cock wobbling from side to side with every step. She experienced a pleasant state of thrill, and while it wasn't obnoxious, it was certainly masculine. The happy realization that her need would eventually be satiated by a real cock.
She became even more excited when he placed her on his lap sideways and used his powerful hands to lift her up while he sat at the edge of the bed. She had trouble concentrating on anything. She then sensed his fingertips at her dress's hem.
When his hands eventually crept under her skirt and stroked the smooth flesh just above her knees, Hermione, who was overly anxious, murmured softly, anticipating his next step. His large fingers moved slowly up her thighs, causing her knees to split. She sensed every one of his 10 fingers making little loops along the insides of her thighs. It was a lovely feeling! Hermione exhaled deeply and passionately. Harry's fingers found the line where her pussy and legs met. She held her breath, preparing to blow up.
With one hand, Harry raised her skirt to her hips and pressed the hem firmly against her stomach. He began to touch her belly with his other hand. "Ahhh" She was emitting moans with each breath out. With the exception of his large middle finger, Hermione sensed his hand ball into a fist. He slid it down to the top of her small triangle pubic hair after pushing it into her tummy. She got prepared. He slid his finger toward her moist tiny opening just as she expected. It was about to sink in deeply! Hungrily, she moistened her lips in anticipation.
She was forced to watch when his finger touched the base of her soft triangle-shaped pubic hair over her pussy. Hermione cast her gaze down. Her skirt went over her legs in an instant, and he shoved her back onto the bed.
'Teasing Bastard!' Hermione mused.
She assumed control of her pleasure, running a finger inside her dress and circling her pubic hairs while petting her swollen lips. Her finger plunged into her moist fold, and she nearly passed out as he began to undo his trousers. Her finger quickly stroked into and out of her juicy hole as her legs opened wide.
He dropped his pants! Even when it was limp, it was at least three inches wide and seven inches long. She was amazed. His long shaft swayed between his knees like a big pendulum as he walked carelessly closer to her.
"Beautiful!" That was all Hermione had to say. Then, just as previously, Harry reclined back on the bed and stretched down to hoist her onto his lap. He twisted her around so that she faced him rather than putting her sideways. He gave the command, "Put your feet on both sides of me." His large, flaccid cock was spread over the top of his leg when she peered down.
He relaxed his hold on her as she nervously sank into his lap with her feet resting on each side of him. Hermione's clothing rose, her butt brushed onto his thighs, and her quim descended to meet his delectable cock's head. "Oh, Harry!" She gasped.
"Place both of your hands onto my knees and hold on to them." He added. She had to obey him, Hermione understood. She moved, and he started to sway back and forth! Harry's cock's head glided back and forth on her swollen clit, sliding across her juicy hole. It was amazing. His cock was massaging her sensitive pussy with the slow motion! Harry's cock's head moved in a various direction with each movement.
"Ahah!" Each time his knob went through her slit, Hermione let out a moan. It was enormous in comparison to her small little hole! Harry removed her top, leaving only her black bra on display.
"Look down Hermione." He demanded. Hermione did as she was instructed to. Her secretions left the bulbous part of his massive cock gleaming. His massive head bobbed as it twisted into Hermione's swollen crimson cunt lips. Her pinky finger was the size of her clit! In an attempt to draw him inside her, she widened her legs and thrust her hips forward and backwards, but her crevice was too small to accommodate his semi-erect cock. Harry lifted his hand and removed her bra clip. She bounced her full, bouncing milk cartons in front of him, making them jump out at him. Both of her nipples had grown swollen with breastfeeding.
"Suck at my nipples!" She cried. With a lovely groan, he drew out her baby milk while his lips were encircled over her coin nipples. "Oh, Harry! That is so damn good!" Hermione gave a little squeak. "You're bringing me get all wet. Can you sense your huge dick pressing up against my tiny pussy? Could you feel what a mess you're getting me down there with your huge dick?" She groaned.
He kept sucking on her breast despite her pussy literally gushing on his cock. He became addicted to his new favorite flavor and enjoyed the feel of her milk on his tongue. "Harry, I love your cock. I love the way it feels on my cunt lips!"
She sensed his cock beginning to get bigger. It squeezed her swollen labia as it clenched. The way he was moving was reaming her hole with his cock's head. "Oh my god, Harryyy!" The head went between her tight lips and she groaned. "Oooh, fuuuuuuk!" His cock gently started to worm its way inside her tight little pussy, and she groaned. Unfortunately, after giving birth, her pussy quickly grew back to its previous size. However, she was aware at that very moment that her level of stickiness would allow her to handle him. Hermione had never been this wet or aroused with Ron.
She gradually slipped onto Harry's pole, burying six inches of his massive cock in her sweltering small cunt with each swing of his lap. "Get your hands around my neck." Harry grumbled. As soon as she did, she sank an inch onto his enormous cock. "Take me, Harry! Fuck me with that beautiful, big cock of yours!" She yelled.
Harry started raising himself up, balancing on his legs. "Oh my god!" His cock sprang forward, causing Hermione to scream, before he immediately withdrew. "Ah!...Ah!...Ah!Ah". As his enormous cock repeatedly tore at her taut little cunt, she gasped.
She was rocking recklessly on his meat, but there was not a handling it. He was merely smirking. "Bounce on it, bitch!" Harry roared. "What a cute little pussy you have!" All she had to hear was that. She really lost it when she realized how much her actions were satisfying his enormous cock.
"Oh my God! GODD! YOU FUCKER!" Hermione let out a scream. "I'm getting close! UGGH! UGGH! UGHHH!" Her pussy writhed and twitched on his large cock, and she groaned as she climaxed. But Harry simply kept pushing forward, never stopping. She sensed the beginning of another orgasm. "Oh Harry, I'm getting fucked sooo well! Make me cum once again! Please!"
Harry got up, she put her legs around his waist, and he started to bounce her. Hermione let out a scream as Harry's 10-inch shaft was driven far into her small pussy by the strong pace. His massive cock's head rammed into her pussy's rear wall. Ron has never ever fucked her that deeply!! Her tight pussy was grabbing every inch as Harry's big shaft filled her to the brim and his firm cock sank into and out of her like an ailing bat! His large balls violently striking her rump. The pace was crazy!
Hermione was eager to cum once more as she heard Harry's amazing cock pound her tight petite cunt loud and clear. "Oh my god! I love your dick! I adore your enormous cock! Merlin, please! I'm going to cum on it!! I just can't stop it! Ah, FUUUUCK! It's HUGE! GAHHH!!!, GHHHH!!!, GHHHH!!!" She let out loud groan and rambled on.
Her small pussy convulsed over his cock, making it bulge. His huge tool's head was twitching and pulsing inside her tight pussy walls, and she could feel it. His cock burst inside her, spitting hot come all over her ruined, freshly evacuated womb as his body tensed.
"Ahhh!!" His thick, rigid rod shot his gooey sperm into Hermione's greedy cunt, causing her to squeal. "Mmmmm!!!!!" Squeezing every last bit of come from his big tool, she groaned as her pussy tightened around his pulsating cock. "Oh my God!" She mumbled softly in her lover's ear. "Wow, that was incredible!" All Hermione could recall doing was trembling for the remainder of the night while lying on the same bed as her new lover.