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🕑 Added 2023-12-07 18:45:37 +0000 UTC“Suck my cock, bitch!” Potter ordered, punctuating that last word with feeling.
All of Anastasia's defences shattered at this statement, the only response she could manage was a soft, lusty sigh. Any semblance of the married woman that walked into that room disappeared. Her eyes closed, her plump lips parted, her mouth salivated, and an itch appeared deep in her throat, an itch that would soon need a very thorough scratching. This all happened quickly, because in a matter of moments after Potter gave his stern, unyielding command, she took action.
Her lips curled into a wicked smile, a smile of pure lust. Her eyes flashed, and her tongue wet her lips. She couldn't resist the magnetic pull his massive perfect cock had on her anymore. Her mouth was drooling for him, for his massive, perfect, tasty looking cock and the hunger was too powerful to resist. And Potter watched, supremely smug, as her head moved forward, mouth opening wider. Watched the haughty, talented Lady Greengrass, down on her knees, poised to suck his cock. Her soft lips pressed against the head of his cock, giving it a loving kiss with her soft, plump lips. Her lips began to spread, sliding over the tip of his meaty cock, allowing it entrance into her married mouth. Her warm mouth kept sliding forward, her smooth lips sending jolts of pleasure as the tip of his cock popped into her mouth.
But Anastasia kept going, taking the thick shaft into her mouth. She could only take a few inches more before she paused, finding the mighty weapon too much to take in one go. Her energetic tongue ran across the underside of his shaft, near the tip, wanting to give this young man pleasure despite not being able to overcome the discomfort of so much meat in her mouth. But Potter was not satisfied with this helmet polish. He didn't care about any discomfort she might be feeling. Instead, he brought both of his hands to the back of her head. And like the arrogant, uncaring asshole he was, pulled her face forward, smoothly forcing a good chunk of thick cock down her tight throat. And the worst bit? Anastasia didn't hesitate or fight back as around eight solid inches of meat slid into her gullet. She just took it like the good little bitch she was. He held his cock in place, smirking at her, choking her for a few moments, causing tears to well up in her eyes, letting her savour the thick piece of meat lodged in her throat, letting it marinate in her saliva.
He held himself there, really staking out his dominance by staking his cock in her tight throat, forcing Anastasia to hold his weapon in her mouth despite her discomfort. He held his cock in place, making her take it, making her experience its power first hand. Tears of discomfort slid down her cheeks, but she wasn't fighting back. She was compliant, doing what was asked of her, like she was supposed to serve her husband. Finally, sensing her lack of air, he released his grip on her. She removed her mouth from around him as she panted deeply for air, refilling her lungs. His cock was coated with her spit, drool connecting his pulsing shaft and her open mouth. Her eyes were glassy with lust, and her skin was glowing. He watched her, eager to see her reaction to sucking his mighty cock.
He would not be let down. Whatever role she had taken up, Anastasia would do it perfectly.
An expression of heavy lust crossed her lips as they curled up in a wicked, hungry sneer. Then, eagerly, savagely, she attacked his throbbing cock with her hot, wet, married mouth. She dove forward, mouth wide open, attacking his iron erection. There was no hesitation. No fear. She didn't slow down as she forced herself deeper, taking inch after inch of turgid, beefy cock smoothly into her mouth. The thick meaty weapon grazed across her smooth lips, and the underside slid across her hot, wet, eager tongue, absorbing its addictive flavour. She didn't slow down. She just took that cock into her mouth like a trooper, like the good little slut she was. Her smooth, plump lips formed a tight seal around his thick shaft, and her cheeks hollowed as she began to properly suck the brutal young man's huge cock. She looked up at him, her eyes still watery, seeking his approval.
“I’m impressed, Anastasia,” he said with a laugh. “What a good little cock sucker you are! I guess I must thank your husband for you being this cooperative.”
She flinched slightly at the mention of her husband. Her guilt should have been enough to stop her, but she was so far gone at this point that nothing could have pulled her mouth from that throbbing cock. This was an experience that she didn't know she craved, but now that it had begun, she was gonna experience it fully. Broderick left her to this fate, so screw him. He was responsible for this, and she would do it. She would give Potter her absolute best.
She would give this handsome, powerful man more than she had ever given her husband, just to make him pay for forcing her like this. She would suck this cunning teen's fat cock harder and better than she would ever do for her husband. She was gonna give this absolute bastard a better sexual experience than she had ever given to her loving hubby. She was gonna show this fucking asshole how much of a whore she could be, just to make her husband pay. And oh, he would pay. She began to bob up and down on Potter's dick, his shaft covered with her saliva. She was sucking his dick like a real slut, her cheeks hollowed, her lips wrapped tightly over the thick cock, sucking it with such ferocity that it was making her massive breasts bounce and jiggle.
Finally, she pulled her wet mouth off of him with a loud pop, gasping for air, her chin covered in her own spit, as was Potter's swollen dick.
"You're cock is so fucking big!" Anastasia gasped, giving the first of what would be many compliments she would soon be giving to the arrogant celebrity.
"You love big cocks, don't you?"
"Mmmmm, I love huge cocks!" She said, the pleasure of vocalising her secret fetish sent a thrill through her voluptuous body.
"You wanted to become my bitch the second you met me, didn't you?"
‘Oh fuck, yes!” she exclaimed, kissing the tip, vocalising a belief she wasn’t even sure was true, but Merlin, it felt great to say. And he wasn’t wrong either. Something about Harry Potter made her loins stir. Just by being in his presence, she felt her juices rush in ways she had almost forgotten. It was like his mere aura caused her body to react, like she knew, by instinct, that this was a man that would give her pleasure like nothing else.
‘Go ahead,” he said. “Tell me, tell me what you want.”
“I want your big dick!” she panted. “It’s so thick! So meaty! I bet it gets you all the girls!”
Potter laughed. “You have no idea.”
She licked the length of his shaft. “I’m going to suck it, and then I’m going to fuck it. I’m going to drain the cum from your balls. I’m going to fuck you better than I’ve ever fucked my husband, just to make him regret making me do this.”
"That might take a lot of work, bitch. You up for it?"
"Absolutely." She purred, her lips curled in a nasty smile. The slut within her was now fully unleashed.
"You're gonna give me all of your holes?" Potter asked arrogantly.
"Whatever it takes." Anastasia said, more turned on than she had ever been before.
"You're gonna give me that married cunt?"
"Yes, it will be yours." She replied, not flinching at this brute of a man using such a nasty word in front of her.
"You're gonna give me that arse?"
"Yes! I need it in the arse so bad!" She moaned out, vocalising a desire that she had never admitted before. The desire to get her arsehole reamed by a giant, thick cock.
"Take my dick in your hands! Feel it! Squeeze it! Stroke it! Understand its power!" Potter commanded her while indulging his own ego. Her fingers grasped his solid, meaty shaft, and on instinct, she began to stroke it.
"Ah, that's it, bitch. You are so good at this. Now play with my balls." Potter commanded. Anastasia complied quickly, cupping his large, swollen balls in her small hand, playing with them lovingly, letting the flesh of his sack pour through her fingers as she choked on his cock.
He looked down, past the sexy woman inhaling his cock, down to the jiggling tits under her sundress. To the nipples dancing under her top, bursting to be exposed.
"Show them to me," He ordered.
"What?" Anastasia asked as she extricated the cock from the loving confines of her sucking mouth, the cock dripping with her spit.
"Show me your tits, bitch. Show them to me!" Potter demanded impatiently. A bit taken aback by his sudden anger, and not wanting to make him any angrier, she felt she had no choice but to comply.
After all, she was his bitch now.
So, she reached down to the hem of her sundress and began to slowly lift it, ready to reveal her tits to the man that was not her husband. Another step of her slow descent into yielding her body completely to him, any signs of hesitation falling by the wayside. She understood now. He wasn’t here for Phyllida. He was here to hunt down and claim her juicy body. But the truth was out there now. Broderick couldn't save her, and when confronted by a sexual hunter like Harry Potter, she simply wasn't strong enough to resist. And as she sat, poised to reveal her massive breasts to this evil piece of shit, ready to eagerly become Potter’s bitch, his whore to use, she had shown she was no better than any other slutty girl.
Anastasia struggled to pull her dress over her mountainous peaks. With a firm yank, she pulled the fabric over her breasts, revealing her barely contained boobs, overstuffed into her tiny, lacy white bra, and tossed the dress away completely.
"That's not the bra of a good, married woman." Potter remarked. "That's the type of bra a slut wears." he added with a laugh, looking at the lacy white number, a size too small to illustrate just how big those jugs were. She simply smiled with a combination of sheepishness and lust.
"Now take it off. Show me those ripe tits!"
Reaching between her tits to the clasp, she undid it and the bra cups exploded outward, exposing her great big breasts to Harry Potter for the first time.
Even for a man who had seen as many pairs of big breasts as Potter said, Anastasia's magnificent rack was truly jaw-dropping. They were just huge, amazingly perky and perfectly round. They possessed the ripeness of a teenager's breasts, jutting out and standing proud on her chest, her hard nipples pointing outward. They were just enormous on her slim, luscious frame. The flesh of these massive udders was a smooth, soft white. These breasts looked pure. Unsullied.
That would soon change.
“Stand up,” he ordered, and Anastasia was halfway up before she even processed the order.
“Good girl,” he said, and a thrill went through her, her smile widening slightly, despite a part of her mind freezing in shock. Never before had someone ordered her so dismissively, and she had never thought she’d feel anything other than a flying rage.
“Now, turn around.”
She followed his commands to the letter, and found his hands rushing over her naked skin all the way to her breasts, grabbing them from either side, pressing himself against her. She could feel his hot, wet, beefy cock against her white panties, and wondered how long before that gigantic piece of man-meat would be penetrating her like nothing ever had. A part of her wanted him to stop, but the rest of her was too hypnotised by the feeling his coarse fingers brought about. His lips found purchase in her neck, while his fingers kept massaging her breasts tighter and harder, uncaring of how it felt to her. Like she was less than human, a toy, to be used and thrown away.
And then his right hand went downstairs, and grabbed the thin fabric of her panties, and began pulling it down. Anastasia hissed in pain and pleasure, as Potter grabbed her left arse-cheek and mauled it tightly, one of his fingers slipping into her arse-crack.
“How… how bold of you,” she said, shivering. “Touching a lady… over there. You realise the consequences of doing this, right? If Broderick ever found out…”
Potter chortled. “No consequences. For he’s never going to find out. Because you are going to keep this a secret between us, won’t you?”
“A secret behind my husband’s back?” she moaned. “I’m… I’m oath-bound to answer him, if he asks me directly, and oh! Your cock feels so big.”
“Does it?” He asked slyly. “Too bad you won’t get to feel it. If you tell your husband…”
“I won’t,” she promised. “I — I’ll take a secrecy oath. Nobody shall know about this, except us. But… but you’ll be gentle, right?”
“With your pussy?”
Anastasia nodded.
“No,” said Harry Potter. “It’s going to get rough.”
Another shiver ran down her spine. “W— well… that’s fine. I guess.”
“Now strip.”
Without another word, Anatasia put her hands behind her back, and undid her bra strap, before she bent down, sliding her hands down her sides, taking the straps between her fingers, and slowly, teasingly, pulled them down, right through the confines of her arse crack, till it emerged, the tiny garment slipping down her legs, as she stood up, naked in front of him.
“Now turn around.”
Anastasia spun around, facing him, now exposing her naked cunt to his eyes. She was completely bare, save for a slim, sexy, landing strip. Her pussy was perfect, looking small and tight, barely used. But Harry Potter would be using it. His eyes slid up her body, over her taut stomach, past her large breasts to her hungry, waiting eyes.
She wanted him badly.
“Yes, you look perfectly like a whore now,” said Potter, crossing his arms across his chest. “Alright then. Put on your clothes. Let’s sign this agreement.”
Understandably, she was unamused. Her eyes narrowed as she stepped up to him. “If this is your idea of playing some new trick —”
“No tricks,” said Potter. “We have a deal, so let’s make the oaths first. I signed the agreement, and you can get your husband out of prison.”
“But we — I mean —”
“You are mine for an entire year,” said Harry Potter in a matter-of-factly tone. “There is no urgency.”
Anastasia blinked, fighting a sudden burst of panic. This couldn’t be over, not like this. Not after she had just begun to feel this pleasure.
“Just… just like that?” she asked.
“Why yes, of course,” said Potter. “Why? Don’t you want to get your husband out of DMLE custody?”
“Yes, but —”
“But— what?” He leaned against the wall, languidly grinning at her, unbothered by her annoyance. He let the silence hang for a few moments till she began to speak.
“I ha— have a counter-proposal.”
Potter squinted at her, surprised she was still trying, but she was about to really surprise him. “We’ll do it, but before that, I — I want to finish what I started.”
“...what?” asked Potter, giving her a disbelieving look. “I think I might have misheard you.”
“You heard me perfectly, Harry Potter,” said Anastasia with as much grace as it was possible for someone in her position. “I want to finish what we just started, and after that, we can take the oaths, and you can sign the papers.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Do you mean to say that you’re given a clean chit to get your husband out of custody. And yet, you want to delay it because you’re horny?”
Her face flushed.
“No deal,” said Harry Potter.
”WHAT?” asked Anastasia, utterly perplexed. What madness was this?
“I said, no deal.”
“But—”
“You want it bad, don’t you?”
She nodded, hungrily eyeing his cock.
“I’ll let you have it,” he said. “I’ll tear you in half with my cock, and make your cum on this weapon. But on one condition. One honest answer for one earth-shattering orgasm. What do you say, deal?”
“I only need one.”
“Then you only need to answer one. And you have to swear to give me the truth, and nothing else but the truth.”
“Unacceptable! For all I know —”
“If you’re fearing I’ll ask for your husband’s business secrets, or his association with Lucius Malfoy, then you can relax. Every question I have pertains to you and you alone. So tell me, do we have a deal?”
“...Fine,” she said, clenching her teeth. “Now can we get start —”
Before she could even finish, Potter flexed, and pulled her up, with Anastasia jumping into his arms, coiling her legs around his waist. He held his cock and guided the swollen head of his mighty dong into her married, willing, waiting, needy pussy.
“Ahhh!” She moaned out, feeling her tight pussy stretch around the meaty invader. She pushed her hand against his chest, as if willing him to take it easy, but Potter was unflinching, forcing half of his weapon inside her tight cunt.
“It’s too deep!”
Her world was being changed with every inch of hard cock being forced inside her. She knew it was huge, but it had never felt bigger than it did at this moment, stretching her tight married pussy open, forcing her to open even more, welcome it, stretching her in a manner she never knew was possible, soaking it with her copious juices, lubing it, aiding it in its journey balls deep inside her, her cock wouldn’t stop until it was completely inside her, and her pussy would do its damndest to help reach its goal.
As more cock was being forced inside her, Anastasia only now truly understood what she had been missing out on all these years. Feeling this enormous cock inside her, feeling her cunt stretch to take it, she now realised how meagre Broderick's efforts at sex had always been. She thought she would have been content with the type of married sex she had shared with her husband, but Harry Potter, using the top half of his cock, had changed that completely. Having her pussy stretched open, stretched around a powerful cock like Potter's, it just felt right. It felt perfect. It was satisfying a craving she had always felt but could never truly acknowledge.
"Take it, bitch!" Potter grunted, pushing her down, wanting her to take more of his cock inside of her. She twisted and flexed, angling herself to take more of his powerful cock. As copious pussy-juice dripped down his shaft, more of Potter's hard pipe slid inside her. It was almost inhuman, she thought, wondering how her body could take so much cock. She didn't know how it could possibly fit, but it could, and somehow, she just knew she could take more. She could take the whole thing.
Anastasia was beginning to realise that she was built for big cock.
Harry Potter was every bit the uncaring man he had portrayed himself, his brutish arms holding her in place, making her take his hard, throbbing cock, not letting up. Anastasia was doing her best, huffing and puffing, finding room for the mighty weapon. But Potter was pushing her past her limits at an unyielding pace.
Half of his cock went inside... then three quarters. She could take it, and Potter knew that, and she would take it.
"Please..." she whispered as the dick working its way inside of her seemingly could push no farther. "Go slow... please!" she begged innocently. But Potter was not moved by her gentle whisper. He was a cold, cold man. So, gearing up, he pulled down at her roughly, pushing up in the same unyielding manner, forcing the remaining length of his hard cock all the way inside her, up to the balls.
"Oh..." she grunted out as his thick log forced the air from her lungs. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth hung open, silently grunting and screaming as she tried to get used to the hard cock inside of her. Potter ground himself into her, gyrating his dick inside her, her tight cunt squeezing it hard, showing the member how much it loved it.
She threw her head back, coping to the sensation of the fat cock stretching her tight little cunt apart. She didn't know how she had taken such a mammoth weapon. It was so big it almost felt stuck inside her. Potter, though, held her in place, wanting her to scream.
And scream she did.
"Oh, fuck yes!" She screamed out, her hands grasping around his neck for dear life. "You're so fucking huge! It feels amazing!" she moaned out, squeezing her cunt around his thick shaft.
His cock had never seemed more like a weapon of pure evil than it did in this moment. Because all decorum, all the pure thoughts that once occupied her mind all seemed to slip away. Potter's cock was changing her, warping her mind the longer it was inside of her. All the things that mattered to her before seemed so much less important. Her husband, her marriage, her political and social beliefs. All that mattered was the hard cock inside her. All that mattered was making sure that massive dick got the pleasure it needed. All that mattered was the sensation of feeling full, filled to the brim with cock. It was a sensation she never knew could feel so good, and now that she was feeling it, she didn't know if she could give it up.
Or if she would ever want to.
"You like that, bitch?" He grunted out, grinding into her.
"Oh my! Merlin, yes! I love it!" she cried out, biting her lip in pleasure as she ground herself into him. "Ohhh fuck!"
"You love that cock?" He asked, moving his hands back to her huge married breasts, squeezing them roughly.
"Yes! YES! I love that cock! I love your fucking cock! It's the best cock I've ever seen!" She cried out, eyes closed in pleasure.
"Better than what your little husband's packing?" He asked, tweaking the young woman's nipples. She pushed her chest out, making sure his manly palms were overflowing with her huge, married tits.
"God yes! So much bigger! And better! Fuck yes!"
"Then what are you waiting for?" Potter slid one hand down to spank the married woman's ass. "Fuck me, bitch!"
Anastasia looked at him, looking into his arrogant face, wondering how he was able to hold her constantly for this long. Her eyes flashed with a combination of curiosity and lust as she leaned forward, pushing her huge breasts against his face. Holding herself against his firm shoulders, she pushed herself up, sliding all the way up till only the thick head remained inside her, before dropping herself back down.
"Ugh fuck!"
"Faster, bitch!" He commanded, his face in the primo position, smothered between her mammoth jugs.
He spanked her arse again, spurring her into action. She lifted herself up again before dropping back down, beginning to work up into a consistent rhythm, fucking him with everything she had.
"Oh! Merlin! It's so good! Fuck me! Potter! Fuck me!" She moaned out in awe, taking the huge cock in her tight pussy over and over again. Potter casually carried her across the room, all the while she kept fucking him.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck yes! Fuck me, Potter! YES!" Anastasia screamed out, her ass rolling smoothly as she rode Potter's hard cock, sometimes riding the full length, sometimes just gyrating in his lap. She was fully committed to the cheating sex at this point, showing no more hesitance, no daintiness. No, she was riding the fat cock hard, like a true whore, in no way ladylike, driving herself into the hardened, weathered flesh. Some part of her wanted to stop, to regain her senses, but she liked the cock way too much to care at this point.
And with that, came a new realisation. His cock was feeling tighter. She knew what that meant, what was about to happen.
“Don’t — don’t cum inside me!”
Potter smirked, and kept power-fucking her. He was close, and she knew it. He knew that she knew it, and he did it anyway.
“Take it!”
“I — I’m serious! Cum outside, or else…”
“Take it!” He said, and went even faster.
“Ugh!” She groaned, as her eyes widened, knowing what was about to happen. His pace speeding up, his balls slamming into her arse, his cock hitting her just right, she could feel her juices gushing against his pole. Soon, she could feel her overworked pussy spasming again.
“Take it all, bitch!”
“Ugh! No! It’s filling my womb!” said Potter, his hips acting only on pure base instinct, burying the full length of his big, hard cock all the way up to the balls in her hungry cunt just as the first rocket of cum burst out of him. His nuts twisted and fired again and again and again, long nasty volleys of semen bursting out of him, pumping deep down into her. Her pussy glued to his cock, it spasmed as his cock throbbed, working in perfect synchronicity. His heavy cock was pumping sperm from deep in his balls all the way practically to her womb, and the walls of her cunt were drawing even more of his heavy load into her. As she felt more of his thick semen filling her up, her orgasm only gained in strength. And as her pussy kept squeezing at his throbbing dick, his body was only further encouraged to keep it up, pumping wad after wad of cum deep into her.
“Your pussy is already soft and sticky, Anastasia,” he said, slowly pulling out. “Does your husband’s dick not satisfy you at all?”
Anastasia slowly slid down his sculpted form, down to the floor. She looked at him, bleary-eyed. “...Uhhh.”
“Use proper words, Anastasia. You are a Lady. Act like it.”
She wanted to complain how acting like a Lady needed her to be in her senses, and not fucked-stupid like she was right then.
“Now come on,” he said. “We need to return back to your manor. And then you need to answer my question, so that we can finally get that husband of yours out of DMLE custody.”
Anastasia blinked. Husband? Right… Broderick. She blinked again, and gave him a sheepish look.
“Uh, could we… you know, have another round before that?”
Comments
Critical_Hit
Yes he should. But this Chapter is written from Anastasias view and the world anchors are only in Chapters from the view of harry
jp9901
Shouldn't Harry get a world anchor from her now?
