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Daphne's Marriage Escape (Ch. 8 - Back In The Office)
🕑 Added 2025-02-09 04:56:07 +0000 UTCHarry was back in his office, after an amazing honeymoon with Daphne. The first day back was proving to be a tough one, and he found that he could barely concentrate on his work as the hour grew late and the evening set in. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Daphne's naked body and felt the warmth of her soft skin. The memory of their last night together was still vivid in his mind, the way she had writhed under him as he pounded her tight ass into the mattress, her soft moans filling the air around them. He could almost feel the way her inner walls had tightened around his cock as she came, her orgasm triggering his own, causing him to fill her bowels to the brim with his seed.
Luckily, there was only one more task to complete before he could go home and tear his wife's clothes off once more, and it was something that would take no time at all. Hermione, as the new Minister of Magic, was paying him a visit to discuss the newest updates to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and Harry couldn't wait for it to be over. Not that he had anything against Hermione, quite the contrary, but his mind was simply somewhere else, and he was more than ready to call it a day and spend the evening with his wife.
But as he went through the files and memos on his desk one final time, he was surprised by the sudden knock on the door. It was still ten minutes until the meeting, and Hermione was known for her punctuality, so Harry was confused as to who it might be.
"Come in," he called out, half expecting to see Hermione enter. Maybe she had just wanted a chat to congratulate him on the wedding, Harry thought. He had left the wedding party quite early, after all.
The door opened, and Harry's heart skipped a beat as he saw who it was. Daphne, his beautiful, seductive wife, stood in the doorway, her lips curled into a smirk. She looked stunning, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders in loose curls, her blue eyes sparkling with desire. She was wearing a tight, low-cut top that accentuated her perky tits, and a skirt so short Harry was certain that just one wrong step would reveal her dripping pussy to anyone lucky enough to catch a glimpse.
"Daphne, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.
"I came to see you, of course," Daphne grinned, slowly approaching his desk. "Can't a girl just stop by and say hello to her husband at work?"
Harry raised an eyebrow, not fooled for a second by her innocent act. "I have a meeting in ten minutes with the Minister, Daphne. I don't think this is the best time, and if she catches us..."
"Then she catches us," Daphne shrugged, before rounding his desk and dropping to her knees in front of him. She reached out and began to unbuckle his belt, her eyes gleaming with insatiable lust. "You're the head of the Auror Office, and I'm the wife of the Man-Who-Conquered. I think we have some leeway."
"But Hermione..." Harry began to argue, his half-hearted protest dying in his throat the moment his wife pulled his cock out of his trousers, the cool air of his office hitting his hardening shaft. He knew he was fighting a losing battle. How could he possibly refuse his wife, when she was looking up at him with those big, blue eyes, practically pleading with him to have a taste of his manhood?
Daphne wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her grip firm and confident. "Hermione can wait," she said, her voice sultry as she began to pump Harry's cock. "I'm sure she'll understand." She grinned, her tongue darting out to lick the bead of pre-cum from the tip of his cock.
Harry groaned, his head falling back against his chair as he felt the warmth of his wife's mouth enveloping his cock. She was right, of course. Hermione would understand. She had always been understanding when it came to him, and Harry knew that she would think nothing less of him for spending a few extra minutes with his wife.
"Fuck, Daphne," he groaned, his hands finding their way into her hair, guiding her up and down on his shaft. "You're so good at that."
Daphne moaned around his shaft, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his rock-hard cock. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with such desire and devotion that Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to concentrate on a single word Hermione said if he didn't get to fuck Daphne right then and there.
He reached down and grabbed her arms, pulling her up and onto his lap, his cock pressing against her soaked pussy. Daphne moaned, her hips grinding against his as she felt the length of his shaft rubbing against her clit.
"Fuck me, Harry," she whimpered, her voice needy. "I need you to fuck me. I need to feel your cock inside me."
Harry growled, his hands gripping her hips as he lifted her up and positioned her over his cock, letting her sink down onto his shaft. He grunted as he felt her tight pussy sheathing his cock, the heat of her body engulfing him in an instant wave of pleasure.
Daphne moaned, her head falling back as she took him deep inside her. "You like that, Harry?" she whined, her hips beginning to move, riding him slowly. "You like how tight my pussy is for you?"
"Fuck yes, Daphne, you're so fucking tight," Harry growled, his hands gripping her hips harder as he pulled her down onto his cock, slamming her into his lap.
Daphne whimpered, her eyes closing as she felt his cock hitting her cervix, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She began to ride him faster, her hips rising and falling as she bounced on his shaft, her pussy sheathing him in an endless cycle of wet heaven.
Harry groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her thrusts. His eyes were locked on her tits, which were teasing him with every thrust, jiggling delightedly within the tight confines of her top.
With a growl, Harry reached out for her top and tore it open, the fabric giving in to the strength of his hands. Daphne moaned as she felt the cool air hitting her tits, her nipples pebbling almost instantly.
Harry's hands went to her breasts, cupping them in his palms as he began to knead and squeeze them, pulling and twisting her nipples between his fingers. Daphne moaned, her hips moving faster and faster, her pussy tightening around Harry's cock as her pleasure began to build.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so close," she moaned, her head falling back as the pleasure began to boil over. "I'm going to come, Harry! I'm going to come all over your big, fat cock!"
Harry growled, his hands quickly gripping her ass as he stood up, lifting her with him. He spun them around and pressed her up against the wall, his cock never leaving her tight pussy as he began to fuck her with all his might, his hips slapping against her ass as he pounded into her, desperate to push her over the edge.
Daphne's screams of pleasure echoed through the office, her nails digging into Harry's shoulders as he slammed into her, his balls slapping her ass with every thrust.
"I'm coming, Harry! I'm coming!" she screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a train, her pussy clamping down around Harry's cock as she came, her inner walls squeezing him like a vice.
But that didn't stop Harry, no, not in the slightest. He kept fucking her, his hips moving with a mind of their own, his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy as he chased his own pleasure.
"Is this what you wanted, Daphne?" he growled, his hips a blur of inhuman speed as he speared her insides again and again. "Did you come here just to have me fuck you like a little slut against the wall of my office?"
Daphne moaned, her pussy clenching around his shaft as her orgasm continued to roll through her. "Yes, Harry! Yes! I needed to feel your cock!"
Harry groaned, the filthy words from her mouth almost pushing him over the edge. He felt the pleasure building with every thrust, and he knew he was close, so close.
He pushed her harder, his hips slapping against hers as he fucked her, his cock hitting her cervix with every thrust. "Fuck, Daphne, I'm going to come!" he groaned, his hips bucking faster as his cock swelled inside her.
But then, before he could even finish his sentence, the door to his office swung open, and Hermione stepped inside, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Harry fucking Daphne up against the wall, her big tits bouncing with every thrust, and her back arching as she took his cock with every plunge.
Harry's hips froze, his eyes going wide as he looked at Hermione, his cock still buried deep inside his wife.
Daphne, on the other hand, was much quicker on the uptake. She couldn't let the moment go to waste, not after all the effort she had put into seducing her husband in the first place. She pulled Harry's cock out of her pussy and dropped to her knees, her hands wrapping around his shaft as she began to stroke him.
"Come on, Harry," she purred, looking up at him with those big, blue eyes of hers. "Show her how much you love me. Come all over my face!"
Harry groaned, his hips bucking forward as his cock erupted, the first thick rope of his seed splattering over Daphne's face, painting her cheeks and forehead in a fine sheen of white. He kept coming, his balls tightening as he filled her face with his seed, his cum covering her features in a thick, sticky layer.
Daphne kept stroking him, her hands moving up and down his length as she milked every last drop of his seed, the warm, thick liquid dripping down her chin and onto her tits. She licked the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around it, tasting the last of his orgasm as it made its way out of his cockhead.
"I'm sorry, Minister," Harry finally said, his voice hoarse with pleasure as he looked at Hermione. "My wife just had to come and say hello."
Hermione blushed, her eyes locked on the sight of Daphne's cum-covered face. "I—I can see that," she stammered, before clearing her throat. "I'll just come back later, when you're not so... not so occupied."
"Nonsense," Daphne grinned, standing up and reaching out for Hermione, pulling Harry's dear friend into a tight hug. She didn't care that the layer of cum that covered her face was now smearing against Hermione's cheek, nor that her tits were pressed against her, her hard nipples poking into Hermione's blouse, even divesting some of his seed onto her clothes in the process. "I was just about leave, anyway. Harry is all yours, Minister."
Harry groaned, his eyes locked onto Hermione, who seemed to be speechless. The mixture of her deep blush and his sticky seed on her face made for an interesting sight; a beautiful, pinkish-white hue that was almost mesmerising.
"I—I see," Hermione finally managed, her eyes glued to the sight of Harry's thick, softening cock. "Well, it was nice to see you again, Mrs Potter."
Daphne grinned, pulling back and adjusting her top. "Believe me, Minister, the pleasure was all mine." With a final, playful wink, Daphne vanished the cum on her face, turned on her heel and left the office, leaving behind a very red-faced and speechless Minister for Magic; one who couldn't tear her eyes away from Harry, who was still standing in the middle of his office, his trousers around his ankles, his cock hanging soft and sated between his legs.
