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Watching His Girlfriend Impress the Potioneer - Hermione/Slughorn
🕑 Added 2023-03-21 15:59:01 +0000 UTCAN: Hello everyone and welcome to Part 4 of the Watching His Girlfriend series! I managed to get this chapter done quite early this month, so I'm posting it a bit earlier than usual. This chapter was commissioned by wnelson001! I hope you all enjoy it!
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“Ms Granger, I know that this is difficult to hear, but jobs in the magical world are highly competitive,” Professor Slughorn explained with a genial smile on his face as he sat down behind his desk and slid a cup of tea over to Hermione.
Hermione accepted the cup and took a sip. “I know that, but with my grades-”
“Unfortunately, that will not be enough to win over most employers,” Slughorn grimaced. “Certainly, having many N.E.W.T.s is something employers look for, but connections are what really clinch things.”
“And I don’t have any of those because I’m a muggleborn,” Hermione sighed sadly.
Slughorn leaned forward quickly, bumping his desk with his rotund belly and making Hermione’s tea cup rattle on its saucer. “It’s not a matter of blood-status, I’m afraid. Many half-blood and even pure-bloods lack the necessary connections for ideal employment in the magical world. Even at the Ministry, you’d be unlikely to get more than a generic desk job unless you had the right connections. Often all it takes is a proper introduction to secure an enviable position.”
Hermione was frustrated. It was just like the muggle world where hard work could only get you so far unless you were lucky. Connections usually mattered more than a genuine talent for a subject. Well, as much as she wished things were different here, it seemed that she’d just have to play the game. “What type of connections would I have to make?” She asked.
“Oh, just about anyone who knows someone would do,” Slughorn chortled. “Important people, that is. Your common Ministry worker might be able to get you a job in their department, but you’d need to know one of the senior workers or leadership staff in order to get a good position. Outside of someone who already works at the place, well, you’d want people like myself to make a recommendation for you. I do know quite a lot of important people, you know.”
As he always reminded everyone. Slughorn was a terrible braggart, but he could at least back it up with his impressive skills as a potioneer and his genuine connections to people in various magical industries. “Would you be willing to introduce me to some people, sir?” Hermione asked as nicely as she could.
“Hmm,” Slughorn hummed and stared at Hermione appraisingly. His gaze went a little lower than Hermione expected. She thought she had something on her robes but, when she looked down, all she saw was her modestly-exposed cleavage. “You are one of my best students, and I do think you would make for quite an impressive candidate for a number of different positions. Do you know what you wish to pursue after your studies?”
“Not yet,” Hermione admitted sheepishly. “There’s a lot I’d love to do, too much in fact. I was thinking about something at the Ministry though. I’d love to be able to make real, positive changes to society.”
“Oh ho!” Slughorn laughed. “Of that, I have no doubt you’d excel. Well, that could make for an excellent starting point. I’ll start contacting some of my old friends there—people in positions of power and the like—and see what type of opportunities are available for a bright, young witch such as yourself.”
Hermione beamed at Slughorn. “That would be amazing, sir! Thank you ever so much!”
“It’s no trouble, my dear,” Slughorn replied. “The next Slug Club meeting will be coming up next week—I wanted to get one in soon after the holidays before you were all bogged down with this term’s assignments. If you’d be willing to stay for a while afterward, I’d be more than happy to discuss some potential options for you at the Ministry.”
“Of course!” Hermione nodded eagerly. “I’ll be looking forward to it! And I know Harry will as well.”
“Ah yes, Mr Potter,” Slughorn said approvingly. “Why don’t you bring your boyfriend along? It’d be good for him to see how business like this works in the magical world.”
Hermione suppressed a grimace. She knew Harry hated dealing with Slughorn, especially when the man was trying to get him to meet all of his famous acquaintances, but maybe he’d do it just this once for her. “I’ll ask him,” she replied noncommittally.
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“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Harry whispered into Hermione’s ear. All around him, dozens of Hogwarts students danced in their fancy robes as elegant music played from a group of musicians who were situated on a small stage in the corner of the room. Several older guests were also in attendance, some dancing while others talked quietly off to the side. Across the room, Slughorn had his arm around Cormac McClaggan, a Gryffindor in the year above them, laughing jovially at some joke an older woman with striking white hair made.
Hermione’s beautiful brown eyes sparkled in the candlelight as she looked up at him. “I really appreciate it,” she smiled. “I just can’t miss out on the opportunities Slughorn can give me at the Ministry.”
Harry couldn’t help but smile back at his beautiful girlfriend. Even when he was annoyed by the world around him, somehow she always found a way to brighten things up. “Well, I hope it’s worth it. Those bigots at the Ministry will learn to fear your name once you’ve secured your place there. I’d love to see you give someone a right thrashing if they suggested another stupid piece of anti-werewolf legislation.”
“I’d love that too,” Hermione sighed dreamily. “Maybe I could get a spot as an aide to someone on the Wizengamot, or maybe some type of junior liaison in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.”
“You’ll do wonderfully wherever you take up a post,” Harry assured her.
“I hope so,” Hermione replied, a little anxiety tinging her tone.
Harry bumped her shoulder with his. “Hey, come on. Weren’t you the one saying how much more confident you felt after coming back to school after Christmas with my relatives?”
Hermione’s face turned a crimson red as she playfully shoved his shoulder. “Harry,” she hissed at him. “Not here!”
Harry laughed at her reaction. “No one knows what we’re talking about; just look around,” he gestured to the oblivious dancers a few feet away from them. They were stood off to the side of the room away from anyone else who was resting, so there was no concern of anyone overhearing them. “They aren’t paying attention to us, and even if they were, they wouldn’t know what I was referencing anyway.”
“Still,” Hermione mumbled as she straightened out her pretty, yellow dress robes. They clung to her figure beautifully and showed off quite a lot of cleavage. The heels she paired with it also had the added benefit of making her rear stick out a bit more than it normally would. For Hermione, it was a very risque outfit, but that seemed to be what she was interested in with this newfound confidence of hers. Harry loved it too, especially seeing the jealous looks sent his way by several of the other men in attendance tonight. “Talking about it so openly is…”
“Hot?”
“Harry!”
“Oh ho!” Slughorn exclaimed from behind Harry.
Harry turned around with a smile to greet the professor. “Professor Slughorn, sir.”
Slughorn waved him off. “How many times do I need to remind you to call me Horace, my dear boy. Everyone’s on a first name basis here! You and Hermione both look wonderful this evening.”
“You do too sir,” Hermione smiled, gesturing at his red robes. “Is that velvet?”
Slughorn grinned and ran his hand down the front of his robes, over his belly. “You’ve got quite the eye there. It is indeed velvet, imported all the way from Egypt. I’ll tell you, it’s far superior to anything you’ll get from the Italians. Oh, they may boast to have the finest velvet, but the weavers out of Cairo are unlike any other.”
“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” Harry replied.
“If you ever need a good tailor for it, just say the word and I’ll let you borrow mine,” Slughorn winked. “But only if you promise to give him back after.”
Slughorn and Hermione laughed at that, so Harry forced one of his own. But, his laugh came out a little jolted when he saw Slughorn staring directly at Hermione’s barely-contained, bouncing breasts. Harry could practically imagine the drool forming in Slughorn’s mouth as he leered at his girlfriend. But as the laughter died down, his gaze returned to nothing but friendly and jovial.
“Well, I must be off to speak to a few other important guests,” Slughorn told them. “But don’t think I’ve forgotten about our little meeting afterward.”
“We’ll be there, sir,” Hermione smiled.
“Excellent!” Slughorn exclaimed before quickly brushing past them to go speak to a couple who had sequestered themselves by one of the buffet tables.
“He seems excited,” Harry noted as Hermione watched Slughorn’s retreating back with interest.
“I hope so,” she replied before turning back to face him. “I really, really want to get something good out of this. And thank you again so much for being willing to come with me.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Harry waved her off. “If Slughorn wants me there, then I’ll be there. Anything to help you out. By the way, did you notice him checking you out?”
“Who?” Hermione asked with a perplexed look on her face.
“Slughorn,” Harry answered.
As one, the two of them looked across the room to where Slughorn was chatting away with a pair of adults who neither of them recognized. He was bent over with laughter and slapping his thigh at something the woman said, and, as he straightened his back, they both spotted Slughorn’s gaze land right on the woman’s exposed cleavage.
“Maybe he’s just had too much to drink tonight,” Hermione waved Harry’s concern off. “Besides, I’ve seen you looking at me plenty tonight too.”
“Yeah, well,” Harry blushed lightly at being caught out so easily. “You are my girlfriend.”
“Yes, I am,” Hermione smiled as she laid her arms over Harry’s shoulders and started to tug him over towards the dance floor. She leaned in close to his ear to whisper to him. “That hasn’t stopped you from sharing me before, has it? Maybe I’ll go ask Slughorn if he wants a quick shag behind the curtains over there.” She said with a giggle.
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The night wore on with more dancing, drinking, and eating. When the clock struck nine, several couples and Hogwarts students started to leave. Harry and Hermione had to wait through the extended goodbyes until most of the guests filtered out. It wasn’t until ten that Slughorn officially shut down the party and bade the remaining guests a good night. Another series of extended goodbyes ensued until a quarter past the hour when only the three of them remained in the empty room.
“Ah,” Slughorn sighed contently as he gave his wand a casual few flicks, sending the assorted mess of used glasses and plates into an organized pile on one of the now empty banquet tables. “Another successful evening, wouldn’t you two say?”
“It was,” Harry replied. He really had no idea if it was successful or not given the fact that he had spent the entire evening avoiding boredom by dancing with Hermione. He supposed Slughorn had a different set of criteria than Harry did anyway.
Slughorn smiled genially and sent off a few brooms to start sweeping the floors. “As much as I appreciate the benefits of having so many capable house-elves here at Hogwarts, there’s nothing quite like cleaning up after a party yourself. It gives you time to reflect, and to dream of what your next one will be like. Although, with you two around, I suppose the party isn’t quite over yet,” he chortled.
“We can wait if you’d like to clean up first, sir,” Hermione said eagerly, clearly not wanting to displease Slughorn in any way.
“No, no,” Slughorn waved her off. “Business comes first after all, as I’ve always said. Come, let’s retire to my office for the moment.”
With a final flick that dispelled his cleaning charms, Slughorn led Harry and Hermione through the empty room towards an open passageway that Harry was sure hadn’t been there during the party. It was a small, arched tunnel that sloped gently upwards and came out in the man’s office.
Noticing Harry’s curious look, Slughorn laughed happily. “When I found out I was getting Merrythought’s old office, I asked Albus if he’d have a little passage made between the office and this old room. I used to use it back in the day for hosting my more extravagant parties, especially the ones right before Christmas, so that I’d have enough space for all of my guests. This castle truly is so wondrous that it’d be able to accommodate my wishes like this.”
Slughorn gave a single tap of his wand against the back of a portrait at the end of the passageway. It swung out into Slughorn’s lavish office.
Slughorn stepped through first and offered his hand to Hermione to help her over the threshold. As Harry stepped through after them, he was astounded by the sight in front of him.
“Err, Professor?” Harry frowned in confusion. “What happened to your office?”
All of the many bookshelves and potion cabinets that lined the walls remained the same, as did Slughorn’s desk at the far side of the room from the normal entrance. However, the rest of the room was quite different. The usual expensive leather sofas, luxurious drapes, and other fine furniture had been removed from the large sitting area in front of the fireplace in the center of his office. In their place was a large, plush, circular bed. Red satin sheets covered it, and half a dozen pillows sat at the end of the bed opposite from the fireplace. A carefully folded duvet sat on the floor beside the bed alongside a magically chilled bucket filled with ice. A bottle of champagne sat chilling in the ice while three champagne flutes sat beside it.
“Just a little redecorating, my boy,” Slughorn said placatingly. “Nothing to worry about.”
Harry and Hermione shared a curious look but they didn’t have a chance to really communicate on the subject as Slughorn bypassed the bed and walked straight over towards his desk. He plopped down in the fancy armchair behind it with a great big sigh and gestured to the two chairs on the other side of the desk for Harry and Hermione to sit down in.
“I’ll get straight to the point,” Slughorn began as Hermione and Harry sat. “You, my dear, will have quite the number of opportunities available to you if you play your cards right.”
Hermione’s face lit up. She smiled brightly at Harry and then turned back to Slughorn. “That’s wonderful, sir!”
“Yes, it is,” Slughorn smiled back at her. “I’ve managed to find spots in just about every department within the Ministry that would suit someone of your talents. With my help, you’ll be able to bypass the tedious years most workers have to go through before they can even think of having the chance of getting a managerial position. You could be a judicial clerk to one of the Wizengamot’s very own lawmakers, an undersecretary to a leader of one of the divisions within the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, or even a junior researcher within the Department of Mysteries if that suits your fancy. Everyone I’ve spoken to seems quite keen on meeting such a clever witch who has managed to earn my stamp of approval. All we need to do now is decide on which path you should take and I’ll make the proper introductions in short order.”
For a moment, Harry thought Hermione was about to leap across the desk and wrap up Slughorn in a bone-crushing hug. “Thank you so much, I-” Hermione began to gush, but she stopped as Slughorn held up his hand.
“Of course, before we get to that point, there is something else I need to discuss with you,” Slughorn interrupted. “And it’s good that you brought Mr Potter along too, because he’ll need to be familiar with this as he begins to enter the professional world as well.”
Hermione’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she deflated a bit. “Oh, of course. What is it?”
Slughorn shifted ever so slightly in his seat as he pushed himself back a bit from his desk. “You see, in the magical world, when we offer professional favours to another, there is a reciprocal gift offered to the one assisting them.”
As Slughorn’s gaze dropped down to Hermione’s chest, Harry realized exactly what he was implicating. Evidently, so did Hermione too because she shot Slughorn a scandalized look. “This is-” Hermione began to rant.
“Highly normal in the magical world,” Slughorn assured her placatingly. He nodded to Harry. “Even Harry will likely have a powerful witch try to curry his favour and expect this gift in exchange. It’s based on an old magical tradition when sex magics were still used to create formal apprenticeships. While that magic has faded from use for a number of reasons, the tradition still remains. I wanted both of you here so that I could explain this to you both, because you will both be expected to participate in this as you enter the professional world. Eventually, you two will have prospective workers offering themselves to you like this as well. It’s simply how magical business is done.”
Hermione still seemed to be a little caught off guard, but Harry wasn’t. In fact, he felt more excited than he had since they’d returned to Hogwarts. He never expected this newly discovered kink of his to be so applicable to the world around him, but between his relatives using Hermione for their own pleasure and this apparent system of sexual gifts in the magical world, Harry was feeling more and more comfortable with it as time went on.
“I think you should do it,” Harry said, breaking Hermione out of her thoughtful stupor.
Hermione’s head snapped towards him in surprise. “Harry?” She hissed.
Harry leaned in close to whisper in her ear so that Slughorn couldn’t hear. “I like seeing you get fucked.” Hermione shivered as his warm breath ghosted across her skin. “And Slughorn could set you up with a really good job. If this is how things are done in the magical world, we may as well jump into it. I’ll support you no matter what you want to do, but weren’t you the one who teased me earlier about sharing you?”
It was like a switch clicked in Hermione’s mind. Harry saw the lust start to overtake her. It was subtle, just a slight shifting in the colour of her beautiful brown eyes, but it was apparent enough to him that she was starting to get off on the idea.
“Okay,” Hermione nodded.
Slughorn clapped his hands together. “Excellent, my dear,” he said with a big grin on his face. “Now, why don’t you come over here and we can get started.”
As Hermione stood up from her chair, Harry the straps of her dress robes quickly and yanked them down her arms. The magical enchantments holding fabric in place perfectly over her chest to offer a tantalizing glimpse at her cleavage without risking any accidental slips faded as the straps fell, and the entire top of her dress fell down to her waist.
Hermione covered her exposed breasts with her arms in surprise, but Slughorn just laughed. “Seems Harry’s eager to get started!”
Hermione blushed furiously and shot Harry a glare that told him he’d be in trouble later, but she nonetheless walked over to Slughorn’s side.
“On your knees,” he guided her gently, offering his hand to her to help her down.
Hermione had to release her breasts to take Slughorn’s hand. The two beautiful orbs of creamy flesh looked absolutely delicious in the warm glow of the fireplace. Her rosy-pink nipples were already starting to peddle from arousal. Slughorn hummed approvingly as his hungry gaze took her breasts in.
As Hermione settled on her knees in between Slughorn’s legs, he parted his robes and gave a gentle tap of his wand on his trousers. The front of the rich fabric faded from sight, exposing his thick, fat cock to the air. It was already quite stiff and red with desire.
“Go on,” Slughorn urged Hermione. “And I’ll keep explaining the way things work to you and your boyfriend.”
Harry watched with no small amount of delight as Hermione struggled to wrap her hand around Slughorn’s cock. It wasn’t particularly long, but it more than made up for that in sheer girth. Hermione’s fingers couldn’t even reach the base of her palm as she gave it a few experimental strokes. Realizing that simply stroking him like this wasn’t going to get her very far, Hermione opened her mouth.
As Hermione’s lips reached the head of Slughorn’s cock, it was apparent that she’d need to stretch her mouth open wider to get him inside of her. She let her lips spread lewdly around his cock, starting to get it a little wet before she opened her jaw wider.
Despite how little she had in her mouth, Slughorn groaned loudly like she was deepthroating him. “That’s nice,” he said as his head lolled back. He let one of his hands start to roam through Hermione’s thick mane of hair freely as she started to force more of Slughorn’s thick cock into her mouth.
“Professor?” Harry spoke up, feeling his own erection starting to stir in his trousers. “You said you’d explain the way things worked.”
“Oh, yes,” Slughorn’s eyes snapped back open. As Hermione kept sucking on just the head of his cock, Slughorn straightened up in his seat and started to address the both of them. “What you two may not know is that magic seeks to release itself from our bodies. It’s why accidental magic happens when we are children. The natural buildup of magical energy inside of us cannot remain forever; there needs to be a release of it at some point, otherwise we’d end up combusting.”
Hermione slurped noisily as she sucked back in all the excess saliva that was starting to drip down Slughorn’s cock. “Is that why sex magic began to see use for apprenticeships?”
“Clever girl,” Slughorn chuckled. He petted her head lovingly and Hermione went back to sucking his cock. “Yes, indeed it was. We suspect that the reason many magical schools existed in history far earlier than muggle schools was so that we could teach novices how to expel magical energy safely from their systems by using spells. Sex magic was used to seal formal apprenticeships back in those days because it was necessary to find a convenient and fun way to do away with all of the built-up magical energy inside of ourselves. Naturally, powerful witches and wizards required multiple apprentices to deal with their own build ups. However, once wands were invented, making spellcasting far easier, the need for sex magic was lessened. It stayed around for a few centuries out of habit, mostly, but it eventually went away. The expensive, time-consuming rituals were no longer used, but the practice of sex to sign a formal agreement has been kept up to this very day.”
“Fascinating,” Hermione mumbled around Slughorn’s cock. She’d managed to work halfway down it, but her cheeks were bulging outward from the saliva she’d made from salivating over the thick cock in her mouth.
“It is indeed,” Slughorn agreed. He let his hand slip out of Hermione’s hair and down to her breasts where he tweaked one of her nipples contently. “You’ll be expected to do this for whoever hires you in the future, and sometimes their bosses or friends as well. It’s usually only a one-time thing, though a few people have been known to ask for regular sexual gifts from those they are helping to nurture. You can refuse any followup requests; any threats or blackmail is very much looked down upon in proper social circles, so you won’t be penalized for it. However, the first time is always expected. You can refuse at any time, of course, but if you do then you’ll likely have to find someone else to work for.”
“And it’s the same for men too, right?” Harry asked. He had to raise his voice a little as the sloppy sounds of Hermione sucking on Slughorn’s cock were starting to get louder. Already Harry could see the saliva dripping down Hermione’s chin.
Slughorn nodded. “You’ll be expected to please a witch yourself. It’s a very common thing, and I have no doubt that you’ll have many potential employers interested in you due to your celebrity status.”
Harry grimaced at that, but those negative thoughts didn’t last long as Slughorn suddenly grabbed the back of Hermione’s head.
“Right there,” Slughorn groaned. He was pulling Hermione’s head closer to his crotch, forcing the last bit of his cock into her mouth. Her forehead was pressed right up against Slughorn’s protruding gut and her lips were sealed around the base of his cock. “Ah, ah, ah!” Slughorn moaned.
Harry saw Hermione’s throat bob as Slughorn released a thick load down into her belly. Hermione’s eyes were wide and her hands were gripping Slughorn’s thighs firmly as he held her in place.
“Yes!” Slughorn hissed in delight as Hermione’s tongue was evidently doing something to help push him over the edge. He wriggled his crotch against her face, pushing those last few drops of cum out before he sagged back into his chair.
Hermione came off of Slughorn’s cock, gasping for air as she fell back onto her butt. She looked like a used slut with all of that spit around her red, swollen lips. Harry’s cock throbbed at the sight of her like that, knowing that it was Slughorn who made her like that.
“Very nice,” Slughorn eventually said as he came down from his high. His cock was still out, dripping with Hermione’s saliva. “Now, for the main event.”
Moving with speed Harry didn’t expect out of the older man, Slughorn got to his feet and started over towards the bed in front of the fireplace. Hermione trailed after him, scrambling to her feet. She seemed determined to Harry.
Slughorn fell onto his back on the bed, scooting his way up so that his head rested on the pillows and his feet were by the roaring fireplace. “Up here,” he said, patting his lap.
Hermione knew what the man wanted, so she shed the rest of her outfit. She pulled her dress robes all the way off of her body, letting the flowing fabric slip off of her hips and down her slender legs. Alongside her newfound confidence, Hermione had also taken to not wearing panties as often. Harry loved the way she’d tease him in the corridors by slowly hiking up her skirt until he’d seen her sweet nectar making her thighs all sticky. Sometimes they’d dive into the nearest alcove and he’d take her then and there; other times they’d be stopped short if there were too many people around. Harry loved the teasing nonetheless, but there wasn’t going to be any of that tonight.
Slughorn’s lustful eyes went straight down towards Hermione’s bald pussy. “Oh, ho!” He laughed. “Planning a fun night with your boyfriend tonight?”
Hermione smiled as she climbed onto the bed and straddled Slughorn’s lap. “After the party, we were going to go back to his room and I was going to ride his cock.” She leaned down so that her face was close to his and the sweet smell of her perfume would reach his nostrils. “Just like I’m about to do to you.”
Slughorn’s hands pawed needfully at Hermione’s ass as she dragged her core along the underside of his cock, helping to lubricate it better than her saliva could. “Well, I’m sorry to ruin what sounded like such a wonderful time,” he chuckled. He peered around Hermione’s body to look at Harry. “Hopefully she won’t be too sore for another with you.”
“Hopefully not,” Harry replied. Watching Hermione mount their professor was so damn hot; Harry’s cock already felt near the point of bursting, but it was just getting better and better as it went on.
“Well, why don’t you come and watch regardless,” Slughorn invited Harry over with a wave. “Just bring the chair nearby, and feel free to pleasure yourself while we’re at it. Watching can be just as fun as partaking, you know.”
Oh, Harry did know. But he’d never pleasured himself in front of Hermione or any of the men she’d been fucking before. The idea excited him though, and Harry knew Hermione would love it too.
Harry pulled the chair over just as Slughorn was starting to get tired of Hermione’s teasing. It was apparent by the way his cock jumped with excitement that he wanted to be inside of Hermione. Squeezing Hermione’s ass cheeks in his hands, Slughorn lifted her hips off of him.
“Be a dear and stick it in, would you?” Slughorn asked Hermione.
Hermione glanced over at Harry and saw him sitting down just beside her and slightly behind. Harry had a perfect view of Hermione’s plump ass and her dripping wet pussy, and it was with no small amount of thrill that he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock.
Seeing that everything was fine, Hermione reached behind herself and grabbed Slughorn’s cock. She’d barely pressed the tip of it to her entrance when Slughorn grunted and pushed her down onto his cock.
“Fuck!” Hermione screamed as Slughorn’s thick cock penetrated her.
Slughorn groaned again as he squeezed Hermione’s ass even tighter until Harry could see the imprint of his fingers starting to form on her skin. “Merlin, it’s been years since I’ve had one this tight. You’re a lucky man, Harry.”
“I am,” Harry agreed as he wrapped his fist around his cock.
Hermione’s pussy lips clung to Slughorn’s shaft as she instinctively tried to ride him. Harry started to slowly stroke himself, matching Hermione’s pace as she rose up Slughorn’s cock. Even after seeing it quite a few times, he never tired of seeing how her wet pussy left its stain on the men she rode. The firelight made her juices shimmer on Slughorn’s cock, as though it was a magical substance—which, in a way, Harry supposed it was.
Slughorn let out quite the content sigh as Hermione set a steady pace bouncing on his cock. “Normally, women require more guidance than this,” Slughorn commented as he let go of Hermione’s ass and instead started to play with her tits. He squished them in his hands, manipulating them every which way to his heart’s content. “But you’ve got her trained well, Harry.”
Harry chuckled along with Slughorn. “Actually, I think it’s the other way around, sir.”
“Isn’t it always,” Slughorn laughed. “You know what they say: happy wife, happy life. I’m just glad that the two of you seem to be quite the good pair together. I hope it’ll stay that way for years to come, and that you two will eventually be able to introduce others into this part of magical society someday too.”
Hermione grinned. “I’d like that,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at Harry. She winked at him as she wriggled her hips, slowly sinking down on Slughorn’s thick cock. “Wouldn’t you?”
Harry groaned as his cock spasmed in his hand. “Yes, I would.”
“That’s the spirit!” Slughorn exclaimed. He let go of Hermione’s breasts and just reclined back against the pillows, placing his arms behind his head. He seemed quite happy to watch this beautiful young witch ride his cock with the fervor of youth.
Hermione seemed to bask in the lustful stares of the two men. Harry rarely saw her as happy, excited, and confident as she was in that moment. She really seemed to be having fun bouncing on Slughorn’s cock, letting her hair flow wildly around her face, and watching Harry masturbate to the sight of her pussy being stuffed by another man’s cock.
The more Hermione became vocal too, the more Slughorn seemed pleased. The older man had a grin on his face as Hermione’s sweet moans rose another octave when she slammed her pussy down onto his cock. Harry could practically imagine the delicious wet heat that Slughorn was feeling right now; it was like he could feel it around his own cock too.
Harry saw the telltale signs that Slughorn was getting close to another orgasm again. His thighs quivered, and he started thrusting up to meet Hermione’s hips as she dropped down onto him. Harry started stroking his cock faster to bring himself closer to the edge too.
Slughorn let out another loud groan.
“Enjoying yourself, professor?” Hermione said in a cute yet slutty tone.
“My dear, ugh,” Slughorn’s face contorted in pleasure. “You have no idea. Your pussy is just marvelous.”
“It’d be more marvelous with your cum dripping out of it,” Hermione pointed out.
Suddenly, Slughorn moved with speed that Harry had never seen before from him. He wrapped his arms around Hermione’s torso and forced her body down against him just before he rolled over. Hermione let out a yelp of surprise as she was suddenly forced onto her back with all of Slughorn’s weight bearing down on her.
Slughorn started to pound Hermione’s pussy in a missionary position. Harry let out a shaky groan at the sight of Slughorn’s cock plunging in and out of Hermione’s sopping wet pussy. His heavy balls kept smacking off of Hermione’s ass with every thrust, and she was mewling like a wanton whore as Slughorn had his way with her.
“Yes!” Slughorn cried out as his movements suddenly became more jerky. His long, powerful thrusts became stilted, but no less intense as he started to cum inside of Hermione’s pussy.
Harry had to bite his lip in delight as he watched Hermione’s face explode into bliss as her own orgasm hit. The sensation of Slughorn’s cum filling her up must have pushed her over the edge. Harry’s hand stroked himself faster and faster until he reached his physical limit, but he wasn’t ready to cum quite yet.
Satiated, Slughorn pushed himself off of Hermione and collapsed onto the bed beside her. He was gasping for breath but Harry had never seen such a wide smile on the man’s face.
“You’ll make quite a lot of men happy with a body and skills like that, my dear,” Slughorn panted. He glanced over at Harry and saw that he was still stroking his cock. “Harry, my boy,” Slughorn called out with some urgency. “If you’re close, I’d truly appreciate something. Could you cum on Miss Granger’s pussy, please?”
Harry was more than happy to oblige. He stood up on unsteady legs, still continuing to stroke himself as he walked over to place himself on the edge of the bed in between Hermione’s legs.
Cognizant of Harry’s approach, Hermione smiled up at him and reached down with both hands to her sweaty pussy lips. She stretched them wide open, revealing Slughorn’s white cum that was just starting to ooze out of her.
“He felt so good inside of me,” Hermione told Harry with a sultry look. “His cock was nice and girthy and he pounded me like it was the last time he’d ever get to have sex. And now his thick cum is filling up my belly.”
Harry groaned and angled his cock perfectly just as Slughorn’s cum started to dribble out of Hermione’s pussy. He pumped his cock furiously as ropes of cum fired out again and again, painting the fair skin around Hermione’s engorged, pink pussy a stunning shade of white. Some of his cum dripped down her clitoral hood before falling down onto Slughorn’s cum as it dripped out of her pussy. The mixture of fluids ran down over her puckered asshole and onto the satin sheets below.
“Just delightful,” Slughorn commented.
Harry had been so caught up in his orgasm that he hadn’t realized the man had sat up to watch Harry give Hermione a cumshot.
Hermione gave Harry a satisfied grin before turning to Slughorn. “So, professor, how soon can you introduce me to your contacts?”
“After I tell them how excellent you are, I’ll be surprised if they don’t rush over to Hogwarts tomorrow,” Slughorn laughed. “You did quite well, Miss Granger, and I’m sure that we can all expect great things from you in the future.”
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Arkay
Really well written!
