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A Potter Office Romance (Ch. 5 - Public Service)
🕑 Added 2025-09-21 13:29:01 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts graduation. Harry has taken up the position of Head of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic, with Selena Malfoy serving as his secretary. All characters are adults (18+).
"Please, Harry! I need it!" Selena whined, pressing her body against his in the empty corridor.
Her hands fumbled desperately with his belt buckle, her slender fingers trembling with need as they worked the leather free. She pushed herself up on her tiptoes, crushing her magnificent tits against his chest, the soft mounds threatening to spill completely out of her obscenely low-cut blouse. The white fabric was stretched so thin across her breasts that Harry could see the dark circles of her areolas through the material.
"Just a quick taste before the meeting. I promise I'll be good!"
Harry grabbed her wrists, trying to maintain control even as his cock throbbed painfully in his trousers. Ever since he'd taken her virginity on his desk yesterday, Selena had transformed from an insufferable tease into an insatiable cock-hungry minx.
"The Wizengamot convenes in five minutes, Selena. There's no time—"
"But I need it," she interrupted, her voice taking on that bratty, petulant tone that somehow made his cock even harder.
She ground her hips against him, and Harry could feel the heat radiating from her core even through their clothes. Her platinum blonde hair was slightly mussed, falling in loose curls around her flushed face, and her blue eyes were dark with desire.
"I couldn't sleep last night. All I could think about was your massive cock stretching my tight little pussy. Please, just let me suck it for a minute. I'll be so quick, I promise!"
"Selena, for fuck's sake—"
"I've been wet all morning," she continued, her tongue darting out to wet her plump lips. "My panties are absolutely soaked. Feel for yourself if you don't believe me!"
Harry jerked his hand away, his face flushing. "We're in the middle of the Ministry! Anyone could walk by and see us!"
"Then take me somewhere private," she begged, her lips forming a perfect pout that made Harry imagine them wrapped around his cock. "A broom closet, an empty office, anywhere! I just need your cock in my mouth. Please, Harry. I'll do anything. I'll let you fuck my throat until I choke. I'll swallow every drop of your cum. I'll—"
"Enough!" Harry growled, pushing her away. His cock was so hard it hurt, straining against his trousers like it was trying to break free. The massive clock above them showed they had less than three minutes to get to the Wizengamot chambers. "We're going to be late. Fix your clothes and try to look presentable."
Selena's eyes flashed with frustration, but she reluctantly stepped back. She made a show of adjusting her blouse, pulling the fabric up slightly to cover perhaps an additional inch of her spectacular cleavage, though the adjustment did nothing to hide the way her nipples pressed against the thin material like little diamonds.
"Fine," she huffed, smoothing down her skirt. "But this isn't over, Potter."
...
The Wizengamot chambers were packed, as they always were for the quarterly budget review. Harry climbed the marble steps to the upper gallery reserved for department heads, trying desperately to ignore the mesmerising sight in front of him.
Selena climbed ahead of him, and her arse was a work of art in motion. Her skirt was so tight it looked painted on, clinging to every curve, and so short that with each step up, the hem rode higher and higher. Harry could see the bottom curves of her arse cheeks peeking out, and when she lifted her leg particularly high, he caught a glimpse of her pink, glistening pussy lips.
Fuck, Harry thought, his cock throbbing painfully as the image seared itself into his brain. The little minx wasn't wearing any panties again, and the sight of her wet, perfect cunt made his mouth go dry. How am I supposed to sit through three bloody hours of budget discussions when all I can think about is bending her over my desk and pounding that tight pussy until she screams?
The meeting hadn't even started yet, and Harry was already counting the minutes until he could get her alone again. Yesterday had been a revelation. Feeling her virgin cunt clamp down around his cock as she came had been the most incredible experience of his life. And now she was flaunting that same pussy at him, knowing exactly what it did to him.
They reached their row in the large auditorium and Harry immediately took his seat, arranging his parchments to hide his obvious erection. He expected Selena to sit beside him, but instead she moved to the railing, bending over it to peer down at the assembly below.
The position thrust her arse out obscenely, the black fabric of her skirt stretching taut across her perfect cheeks. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, making her hips sway hypnotically.
"Merlin, these meetings are so fucking boring," she sighed, arching her back slightly. The movement made her skirt ride up even further, and Harry could now see the full curve of her arse, the crease where her thighs met her cheeks, and just a hint of her pussy. "How do you stand it?"
Harry's mouth went dry at the sight. Her skin was flawless and creamy smooth, with a faint sheen of moisture on her inner thighs. The way she moved was deliberate and calculated. She knew exactly what she was showing him and was enjoying every second of his torment. Her pussy lips were pink and glistening, just barely visible from his angle, and the sight made his cock throb painfully against his trousers.
She's going to be the death of me, he thought desperately, forcing his eyes back to his parchments even as every instinct screamed at him to grab her, to bend her over the railing and claim what she was so blatantly offering.
"It's part of the job," he muttered, his voice rougher than he intended, trying to focus on the matter at hand. The words blurred together, meaningless. "Some of us actually care about—"
Selena straightened and moved to take her seat, but instead of sitting in her own chair, she practically draped herself over him. She sat so close their hips were pressed together, and when she leaned over to arrange her own parchments, her voluptuous tits pressed firmly against his triceps. The warmth of her body against his side was maddening, and he could smell her perfume mixed with the musky scent of her arousal.
"Whatever you say, boss," she purred, the title dripping with sarcasm and sexual promise.
Below, Minister Shacklebolt rose to address the assembly. Harry forced himself to focus, to push thoughts of Selena from his mind. This was important Ministry business. Budget allocations, departmental funding, the boring but necessary work of government. He found himself actually becoming engrossed in Shacklebolt's opening remarks about fiscal responsibility and the need for transparency in magical law enforcement spending.
For a blessed few minutes, Harry managed to forget about the temptress beside him. He was taking notes, jotting down key figures, when he realised he needed to reference last quarter's report. He glanced to his side to ask Selena for the document.
She had vanished.
What the fuck? Harry glanced around, confused. The session was in full swing, Shacklebolt's voice echoing through the chamber. Where could she have—
Soft hands touched his knees, sliding up his thighs with teasing slowness. Harry looked down in horror to find Selena on her knees beneath his desk, her blue eyes gleaming with wicked delight in the shadows.
She had already pulled her blouse down, and her magnificent tits spilled free, the creamy mounds topped with pink nipples that were already hard with arousal. She cupped them in her hands, pushing them together as she looked up at him with pure hunger in her eyes.
"What are you doing?" he hissed under his breath, trying to push her away without drawing attention.
But Selena's nimble fingers were already working his belt, the leather sliding free with a soft whisper. She popped the button of his trousers and slowly, teasingly, pulled down his zipper. His massive cock sprang free immediately, so hard it slapped against his shirt, the thick shaft already glistening with pre-cum.
"What does it look like?" she whispered back, her hot breath ghosting over his sensitive head. Her eyes were fixed on his cock with an expression of pure worship, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "I told you I needed it."
"Selena, stop—"
But his protests died as she leaned forward, her pink tongue extending to catch a bead of pre-cum from his tip. "Mmmm," she moaned softly at the taste, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss. Then she dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft in one long, slow lick, from his heavy balls all the way to his weeping tip.
Harry's entire body went rigid, his hands gripping the edge of his desk so hard the wood creaked. She was going to get them both expelled from the Ministry, possibly arrested, but Merlin help him, he couldn't make himself stop her.
"Mmm-hmm," she hummed against his shaft, the vibrations making him shudder. "You taste so fucking good."
She wrapped one delicate hand around the base of his shaft, marvelling at how her fingers couldn't even close around his girth. Her other hand cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently as she placed wet, open-mouthed kisses along his length.
"So big," she whispered between kisses. "So fucking thick. All I see when I close my eyes is this beautiful cock. All I dream about is the taste of you on my tongue, the feeling of you stretching my tight pussy..."
She reached his tip and swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, lapping up the steady stream of pre-cum like it was the finest wine. Her lips were already swollen and glistening, and when she finally opened her mouth wide and took him inside, Harry had to bite back a groan.
The wet heat of her mouth was incredible. She took him deeper with each bob of her head, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Her tongue worked magic on his shaft, tracing the thick veins, teasing the sensitive spot just below his head that made his hips jerk involuntarily.
"Harry? Harry Potter?"
His blood turned to ice. Slowly, dreading what he would see, Harry turned to look at the row below.
Narcissa Malfoy had twisted in her seat to face him, looking as elegant and composed as ever in her expensive robes. Her platinum hair was swept up in an elaborate style that showed off her aristocratic neck, and her cool grey eyes were expectant. As she turned, her robes parted ever so slightly, giving him an inadvertent glimpse of her impressive cleavage.
Harry knew he shouldn't be looking, but with Selena's mouth wrapped around his cock, his brain wasn't functioning properly. Narcissa's tits were larger than Selena's, he found himself noting, straining against the silk of her dress robes. She looked remarkably like her daughter, just more mature, more refined. He'd never thought of her as attractive before, but knowing what Selena looked like naked, feeling what her cunt felt like wrapped around his cock...
A stray image flashed through his mind before he could stop it: Narcissa bent over his desk like her daughter had been, his cock sliding into her from behind, making her moan.
Under the desk, Selena had frozen with his cock halfway down her throat. Harry could feel her trying not to laugh, her throat constricting around him in a way that made his eyes water. The little minx was enjoying this!
"M-Mrs Malfoy," Harry managed, his voice strained.
"Have you seen her?" Narcissa asked, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow arching. "She was supposed to be attending this session with you. The girl needs to learn responsibility."
Harry opened his mouth to respond, but at that exact moment, Selena chose to resume sucking. She pulled back until just his cockhead remained between her lips, her tongue swirling around it while she sucked hard. "Mmmph," she moaned quietly around his cock, the sound barely audible but still making Harry's heart race.
"She was... she was just here a moment ago."
Narcissa's lips pursed in disapproval. "That girl. Always disappearing when there's actual work to be done. I swear, sometimes I think she took this position just to irritate me." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "You haven't been too lenient with her, have you? She needs a firm hand."
Under the desk, Selena took him deeper, deeper, until Harry felt his cockhead press against the back of her throat. Without thinking, his hand shot down and fisted in her platinum hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail.
"Glck... glck... glck."
The soft, wet sounds of her swallowing around him filled his ears, her throat constricting as she fought her gag reflex. Her tits pressed against his thighs, the soft flesh warm even through his trousers.
"N-no," he gasped out, his grip tightening in her hair. "I've been... very firm with her."
"Good," Narcissa said crisply. "The girl has always been wilful. Too used to getting her way with her looks and charm. But I trust you won't fall for such tactics, Mr Potter."
Selena pulled back to breathe, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. She looked up at him with watering eyes and a wicked smile before immediately diving back down, taking him to the root in one smooth motion.
"Gllllkkk."
She gagged wetly, the obscene sound seeming to echo through the chamber.
"Are you quite alright?" Narcissa asked, concern creeping into her voice. "You look rather flushed."
"Fine!" Harry squeaked as Selena began bobbing her head with renewed enthusiasm, his fist in her hair guiding her rhythm. She was fucking her own throat on his cock now, using her grip on his thighs for leverage as she impaled herself on his length over and over.
"Glck-glck-glck-glck."
The rhythmic sounds of her throat abuse filled his ears. "Just... it's rather warm in here."
"Hmm." Narcissa studied him suspiciously. "Well, when you do see my daughter, please inform her that I expect a full report on these proceedings. And if she thinks she can avoid me by hiding somewhere in this building, she's sorely mistaken. I know all her little hiding spots."
Under the desk, Selena was making the most obscene sounds Harry had ever heard.
"Glllkkk... mmmmph... glck-glck-glck."
She brutally fucked her throat on his cock, saliva dripping down onto her tits, making them glisten in the dim light. Her hands had moved to his arse, pulling him deeper into her throat with each bob of her head while his hand maintained its grip on her hair.
"Of course, Mrs Malfoy," he managed through gritted teeth. "I'll... I'll make sure she gets the message."
Narcissa held his gaze for another long moment, and Harry was certain she knew. How could she not? Her daughter was currently choking on his cock not three feet away from her, making sounds that belonged in a brothel, not the sacred Wizengamot chambers.
Finally, she turned back around to face the front.
The moment she did, Harry looked down at Selena with wild eyes. She pulled off his cock with an audible pop, gasping for air. Her face was utterly destroyed. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mascara ran in dark rivulets, lipstick was smeared across her mouth, and thick saliva dripped from her chin onto her heaving tits.
"Haaah... haaah... that was so fucking hot," she whispered hoarsely, her voice wrecked from the throat-fucking. She wrapped both hands around his cock, stroking him with the copious saliva as lubricant. "My mum was right there while I was gagging on your massive cock. Do you think she knows her perfect pure-blood daughter is on her knees like a common whore?"
"Selena, please," Harry begged, his hand still fisted in her hair. His balls were churning, his orgasm approaching rapidly. "Someone's going to see—"
"Let them," she said wickedly. She hefted her tits in her hands, wrapping them around his cock. The soft flesh enveloped him completely, and she began moving them up and down his length. "Let them see Selena Malfoy worshipping Harry Potter's fat cock like the cock-hungry slut she is."
She lowered her head to suck on his tip each time it emerged from her cleavage, her tongue swirling around it before releasing it with a pop. "Mmmm... mmm-hmm... so good," she moaned between sucks.
"Mr Potter!"
Kingsley's voice boomed through the chamber, and Harry's head snapped up to find the entire Wizengamot staring at him expectantly.
"Y-yes, Minister?" Harry croaked.
Under the desk, Selena had abandoned her tits and taken him balls-deep again, her throat convulsing around his cock as she held him there. "Mmmmmmmph," she moaned around his length, the vibrations making his whole body shake.
"I asked for your department's quarterly figures," Kingsley said, looking somewhat annoyed.
"The... the figures..." Harry fumbled for his parchments with shaking hands, sweat beading on his forehead as he tried to focus on the numbers swimming before his eyes.
That's when Selena chose to start humming.
"Mmm-mmm-mmmm."
The vibrations around his cock made his hands tremble so badly he nearly dropped the parchments. How could nobody else hear that? The obscene humming seemed to echo through the chamber like thunder, surely drowning out his own stammering voice entirely. "We've seen a fifteen percent decrease in... in dark artifact trafficking..."
He somehow managed to stumble through his report, though he was certain he made no sense whatsoever. Selena continued her relentless assault throughout, alternating between deepthroating him and focusing on his sensitive head with the most obscene sounds Harry had ever heard.
"Glck-glck-glck."
The wet gagging filled his ears like cannon fire. Were they all deaf? Or were they simply pretending not to notice while secretly judging him for his obvious distress?
"Mmm."
"Glllkkk."
Each sound seemed magnified tenfold in the silent assembly hall, and Harry was certain that if he dared look up from his parchment, the entire Wizengamot would be staring at him in horrified fascination.
When Kingsley finally moved on to the next department, Harry slumped in his seat, sweat beading on his forehead. He was so close, his balls drawn up tight, his cock throbbing with the need for release.
"Selena," he whispered desperately. "I'm going to—"
She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her blue eyes blazing with lust. Her hand continued stroking him rapidly as she whispered, "Cum for me, Harry. Fill my mouth with your hot cum. I want to taste it, want to swallow every fucking drop while my mum sits right there, oblivious to what a cock-hungry slut her daughter has become."
She wrapped her lips around his tip just as his orgasm crashed over him. "Mmmmmm!" she moaned loudly as the first rope of cum hit her tongue. Harry's cock pulsed violently, shooting rope after rope of thick cum into her eager mouth. "Mmm-hmm... mmmph... mmm," she continued moaning as she swallowed frantically.
But there was too much. Cum leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto her tits. Still she continued sucking, milking him for every last drop, her throat working as she swallowed his massive load.
The pleasure was so intense that Harry actually saw stars. His whole body shook with the force of it, and he had to bite his lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from crying out.
Finally, she released him with a wet pop. "Mmmm," she hummed contentedly, licking her lips. Harry slumped in his chair, utterly destroyed, as she used her fingers to scoop up the cum that had dripped onto her tits, sucking them clean with exaggerated moans of satisfaction.
She tucked his softening cock back into his trousers with surprising tenderness, then pulled her blouse back up to cover her cum-glazed tits. A moment later, she reappeared in the seat beside him, looking perfectly composed except for her slightly swollen lips and the satisfied gleam in her eyes.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she whispered, running her tongue over her lips to catch a stray drop of cum.
Harry could only stare at her in disbelief. "You're insane."
"Insanely good at sucking cock," she corrected with a smirk. "Admit it, Potter. That was the best blowjob of your life."
He wanted to argue, wanted to scold her for taking such an insane risk. But she wasn't wrong. Having Selena Malfoy worship his cock while her mother sat mere feet away, in the middle of a full Wizengamot session, had been the most intensely erotic experience of his life.
"We can't keep doing this," he said weakly.
Selena just smiled, that infuriating, knowing smile that made him want to bend her over and fuck her senseless. "Of course not," she agreed, too readily. "Next time, I want you to fuck me properly. Maybe bent over the Minister's podium? Or perhaps on my mum's desk at Malfoy Manor?"
Harry groaned, his spent cock already trying to stir back to life at the images she painted. He was completely fucked, and they both knew it. Selena Malfoy had him wrapped around her little finger, or more accurately, her perfect lips and tight cunt, and there was nothing he could do about it.
The rest of the session passed in a blur. When it finally ended, Narcissa approached them, her robes billowing behind her.
"Selena," she said coolly. "How good of you to finally join us."
"Mother," Selena replied with perfect composure. "I apologise for my absence. I was attending to urgent matters for Mr Potter."
Harry choked on air.
Narcissa's eyes flicked between them suspiciously, noticing the spec of dust on her skirt. "Indeed. And these matters required you to be on your knees?"
Selena's lips twitched. "I was retrieving fallen documents. You know how clumsy Mr Potter can be."
"I see." Narcissa's gaze lingered on Harry's flushed face, then her daughter's swollen lips and dishevelled hair. "Tell me, Selena, did you spend the entire session on your knees beneath Mr Potter's desk? Retrieving those fallen documents, perhaps?"
Selena simply smiled, her expression one of pure innocence, while Harry's face burned an even deeper shade of red. "Something like that, Mother."
Narcissa's eyes narrowed, but she said nothing more. With a final, pointed look at them both, she swept away.
They stood in silence for a moment, watching her disappear into the crowd of dispersing Wizengamot members. Harry was just starting to breathe normally again when Selena leaned against him, her tits pressing into his arm.
"She definitely knows," Selena purred, sounding entirely too pleased about it. "Did you see how her eyes kept flicking to my lips? She knows exactly what her daughter was doing under your desk." She turned to face him fully, running her tongue over her swollen lips. "Maybe I should tell her how much I loved it. How your cock felt stretching my throat. Or better yet, maybe next time I'll invite her to watch while you pound my virgin arse."
Harry stared at her in disbelief. She can't be serious, he thought wildly. She's actually suggesting... with her own mother... But the wicked gleam in Selena's eyes told him she was entirely serious. The little minx had no shame whatsoever, and worse, she was clearly getting off on the depravity of her suggestions. His cock, which should have been completely spent, twitched traitorously in his trousers.
Fuck. I need to get her alone. Now.
Without another word, Harry grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the exit. He'd had enough of her games. It was time to show Selena Malfoy exactly what happened when she pushed him too far.
"Where are we going?" she asked breathlessly.
"My office," Harry growled. "You wanted to be fucked properly? Fine. But this time, you're going to be the one begging for mercy."
Her delighted laughter echoed through the halls of the Ministry, and Harry knew he was completely doomed. But as he felt her hand slip into his, her fingers intertwining with his own, he found he didn't mind one bit.
Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts graduation. Harry has taken up the position of Head of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic, with Selena Malfoy serving as his secretary. All characters are adults (18+).
