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Susan's Submission Part 6 (Padma's Turn)
🕑 Added 2025-10-05 07:02:20 +0000 UTC“Is that the end of your report?” Padma Patil asked.
She was sitting at the head of a table. Spaced around it were six of her highest ranked subordinates in the Magical Transportation Department. Padma Patil looked exactly like you would expect a witch of her rank to look. She had a stern expression that she rarely deviated from and she conducted her office efficiently. Her exceptional beauty never got her hit on because the aura she exuded was so intimidating.
“Yes, that’s all!” one of her underlings said.
“Good. Solid work, everyone. I expect you all to have made progress on your projects by the next time we meet,” Padma said.
She stood up. Her expensive robes covered her body in a modest way. As she left the room, the hem of her robes swirled around her feet. When she was gone, the others in the room let out a sigh of relief.
“She’s so intimidating,” said the youngest among them.
“She’s a good boss, though,” said a woman older than him. “You won’t find any ministry official as fair as Miss Patel.”
“Still. Can you even imagine her outside of the office?” the first man asked. “It was like she was born here.”
None of them answered. They couldn’t disagree. As efficient and overall agreeable as their boss was, she was strict and stern all of the time. None of them could picture her in any other context.
“Maybe she just eats and sleeps?” one of them suggested.
“I bet she reads a lot,” another one suggested.
That got nods; everyone could agree that hobby felt plausible. There was no mention of any kind of romantic life. After all, how would that even work, with her personality?
Their jaws would’ve been on the floor if they knew where Padma was heading at that very moment.
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Padma was immediately greeted at the front door by her sister. This wasn’t the entrance to Padma’s apartment. It was the entrance to a home she’d never visited.
Parvati hugged her. There was another girl with the Gryffindor twin. Susan Bones smiled at Padma.
“I’m glad you came,” Susan said. “You’re going to have so much fun.”
“I hope so,” Padma said.
She sounded shy while saying it. What her subordinates didn’t know about her was that the Ravenclaw was an introvert. Her seriousness at work was an act she developed to get around her nervousness. Unfortunately, she became so serious that no men approached her. It was becoming a problem.
“I’m not the best… at opening up…” Padma confessed.
“I know that, silly!” Parvati said. She was the twin who’d stolen all of the social skills. “Plus, you know Harry. He’s not the kind of man to care about that. Come on already, let’s get you dressed!”
Padma was pulled inside. There was music coming from the living room. Padma could hear someone moving around. That would be where Harry was.
Instead of going straight to the living room, Padma was brought to the kitchen. Here, there was a stool and a blond woman with massive tits like Susan’s.
Padma waved at Lavender Brown, her sister’s best friend.
“Hi Padma!” Lavender exclaimed. “Let’s get you ALL ready.”
Lavender had a full spread of the latest and best cosmetic products. Padma sat down on the stool and felt Lavender redo her makeup, elevating her looks from a business casual into the true beauty she could be. Makeup wasn’t all that had been prepared for her.
Padma knew that Parvati had an extra surprise. She heard the way that Parvati was giggling; after all the years the two of them lived together, she knew when her sister was plotting something.
Right as Padma was getting the last touches to her new makeup, Parvati brought out the outfit.
The two piece outfit of pink silk rattled from the many golden coins hanging off of it.
“What do you think?” Parvati asked. “I KNOW you remember the lessons we got as kids. Can you still pull it off?”
Padma swallowed. “I’ll try,” she said.
She proceeded to change her clothes.
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Harry knew that Padma’s entry was imminent when the music he had on changed.
He’d been waiting patiently. He’d been reading through work he brought back from the office while they got Padma ready. As soon as the music changed he set all of that aside and relaxed in his chair, looking at the entryway.
It was an ethnic song that Harry wasn’t familiar with. The music was coming from an enchanted record player. One of the girls must have charmed it to change at the right time. The sounds evoked images of Arabia or Southern Asia in Harry’s mind.
He heard metal clinking. Padma Patil stepped out. Harry whistled.
He could see more of her body than he ever had before. All she was wearing was a top that was almost like a bra with sleeves, and a partially transparent skirt. Padma smiled at him. The best aspects of her face had been evoked through lipstick and dark eyeliner. Harry’s dick stirred in his pants just from the sight of her.
Padma moved into the room. When she first appeared, she had her arms crossed self consciously over her coffee midriff. She managed to sync her walk with the music. Harry watched her confidence grow. Padma put her arms out and started to dance.
The dance she performed felt suggestive. Her hips shook while her arms moved back and forth. She was a very good dancer, Harry thought. Little golden baubles hanging off her clothes clinked together, acting like chimes.
Harry put his hand on his fist and watched Padma intently. She came closer to him so that he could see her better. She got so close that he could almost touch her, although he didn’t… yet.
Padma had an accentuated red dot on her forehead. Other than the two parts of her belly dancer outfit, she had a tiara that ran along her hairline. Harry picked his wand up and aimed it at the tiara.
The tiara disappeared. Padma gasped, continuing to dance. She shook her hips harder as the music got louder.
Harry watched for a while longer. Eventually, he aimed his wand again. This time, her top disappeared.
Padma’s breasts were identical to her twin sister’s. Padma started to look embarrassed again… but she kept dancing. Now that they weren’t held down, her breasts bounced throughout her dance. Harry watched them jiggle admiringly.
All she was wearing was her skirt. Since the dancer outfit was so skimpy there had been no room for underwear once she changed into it. Padma turned around and gave Harry a view from behind. As it became clear she was ready to jiggle her ass, Harry got rid of the last part of the outfit.
The skirt disappeared just in time for him to watch her booty shake. Like her breasts, there was a clear jiggle from the fatty skin. Harry looked admiringly at it.
He suddenly stood up.
Padma heard him move. She was nude in front of him now, with no more metal on her body to make loud noises. All she could hear was the music and Harry going to stand up against her back.
She made a quiet and submissive noise. The proper order of things had been instilled in her ahead of time by the women Harry had already taken. Padma dropped to her knees.
From there she lifted her coffee ass for him. She stopped shaking her hips and presented herself to him. Harry smiled. He got on his knees as well. First, he ran his hand over her ass. Then he pulled the cheeks apart and started fucking.
“MM! Gnnnnnnngggggg…” Padma moaned.
She made noises that her subordinates never could have believed she was capable of. She moaned, squealed, and whimpered for him. Harry held onto her lovely hair and pulled it slightly. The whole time you could hear his body hitting hers: PLAM! PLAM! PLAM!
“You have a nice ass,” he said. “Tight. Firm.”
Despite the lewdness of it all, Parvati was excited by his compliment. Harry was an expert on asses. He was complimenting hers! She wasn’t boring after all. She was beautiful… beautiful enough to be his, just like her sister!
It had always been something that made her self conscious. Parvati looked exactly like her, yet Parvati’s outgoing personality got her all the boys while Padma struggled to approach anyone. She started to feel like she wasn’t good enough. That was when she threw herself into work.
Harry was pounding that notion out of her.
PLAM! PLAM! PLAM!”
“Yes daddy!” Padma moaned. “Make me yours!”
Harry held one side of her tantalizing hips with his hand. He squeezed, keeping her still so he could pound her. This was the tryout, if you will. Padma was proving her conviction to him by offering her ass. And she passed with flying colors.
Harry gave her asshole a white filling so thick it overflowed. Padma moaned. “MMnghgh!” She came for him, as most girls did while accepting his load up their ass. Instead of being a squirter, Padma’s liquids dribbled along the interior of one of her thighs. That didn’t mean she was any less wet on the inside; Harry could attest that when he flipped her over and slammed his dick right into her pussy, mating pressing the gorgeous Indian.
“So big! So big! SO BIG!” Padma squealed.
Harry gave her no time to rest, pounding her pussy while her asshole was still aching. Instead of overwhelming her, it made Padma’s body erupt with pleasure. Her first orgasm became lots more, happening quickly and squeezing Harry’s dick.
“Everything alright down there?” Harry asked.
He could be a lot, especially for a woman with limited experience. Padma was gasping so hard that she couldn’t answer. Instead of trying to find words, she just nodded at him. Harry smiled and kept pounding.
Padma’s body was honest. She put her legs around and held onto him. It was a silent plea for Harry to cum in her; to fill her with his seed; to BREED her. That was exactly what he was there to do.
“Merlin! Merlin!” Padma squealed.
She felt so good that her tongue stuck out. After that, her speech and moans sounded slurred. Harry’s dick hammered on her womb, pulverizing it before he would fill it. His balls slapped on Padma’s crotch. They were primed to pump seed into her, the salvo already loaded. All that was holding the creampie back was Harry’s choice to drag things out.
He wanted Padma to feel every second of this. The Indian girl was cumming like crazy already. The longer he held out, the better it made her feel. And the louder she moaned.
Padma went crosseyed to go with her tongue sticking out. The way she was cumming felt like her body was pleading for his cum. She put her hands on his chest and felt up Harry’s muscles while he was on top of her. Her asshole was still leaking throughout all of it.
“So,” Harry said, his voice more conversational than it should’ve been, “are you and your sister going to pick out baby names together?”
Padma came again on the spot. The reminder that the same man was knocking up both of them, one after another, turned her on like no other. Harry wasn’t done.
“What are you going to tell your parents?” Harry asked. “Are you going to hide who the dad was? Or will you admit that the same man came in both of you, while you moaned underneath him? Maybe you could even invite your mom to complete the set.
“NghhhhhnggGGGNNHHHH!” Padma squealed.
She dug her heels into Harry’s butt. Deceptive strength flooded into her legs as her body reacted desperately, doing everything it could to take his seed. She came again, her cunt squeezing Harry’s dick from all sides. Harry felt her whole body tense and realized now was the time.
His cum poured into her. If you likened her pussy to a drain, this one was flooding. Harry gave her so much cum that it went everywhere in her womb, coating the walls and hunting down her eggs. Padma could almost FEEL it in real time, the tangible sensation of Harry planting his flag all over or womanly organs.
Harry pulled out of her when he was done cumming just so she could look at his messy cock and know what it had done to her. Padma rubbed her tummy with a large grin. She giggled, which was unlike her. She felt like she was drunk.
“What do we do now?” Padma asked him.
“Now? We make sure,” Harry said.
He turned her onto a stomach and inserted himself right back in her pussy. Padma went back to moaning, laughter mixed among her squeals.
It didn’t take long for the other girls to come into the room just to watch. Laying on her stomach, her womb full and still being thrust into, Padma felt all of their eyes on her and smiled, proud to be put on display.
See? She wanted to say. There was nothing wrong with her. Being shy wasn’t the end of the world.
She could still be picked by a glorious guy like Harry, added to the harem carrying his children.
She was more proud than the day she got her NEWT results. For a Ravenclaw, that’s the highest praise there can be.
