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Brooms and Cock ch.11
🕑 Added 2024-02-19 12:00:00 +0000 UTCTen minutes later, working her hand on his shaft before her puffy lips and drooling mouth, Harry filled Molly's throat with a massive load of cum. The maid swallowed every drop, making sure to lick his cock clean before tucking it back in, and then she got up and executed a perfect curtsy.
"That will be all, master. I will attend to cleaning."
"Thank you, Molly," Harry said. "That will be all." A minute after Molly left the office, a light knock sounded on the door, and Harry called for them to come in. He was surprised to see his stepmother entering because it was still a few hours before she usually woke up. Her cheeks had a delicate shade of pink, and he couldn't tell if it was from the earlier drink or if she had overheard Molly and him.
As he rose, he pulled a chair beside his, something he hadn't thought about for Molly, and she accepted it with a grateful nod. When he took his seat and took a sip of tea, he looked at Kate. She was dressed in loose pants and a fitted blouse, stylish but tasteful, and her hair was washed and styled. She had regained much of her former beauty, no longer a shadow of her former self during her father's illness.
"I heard you wanted to talk to me," Kate's voice was as smooth as silk, and she could charm the stone when she wanted to, but all the affectations were gone. "I came to introduce myself."
Her choice of words was odd, and Harry furrowed his brow.
"It's a damn sight better than the view I've had of you for the past few weeks," he said. Her cheeks flushed even more, but instead of responding, which he feared, she lowered her head in gratitude. "Keep it up. I prefer this version of my mother to the crying, drunken mess you were."
"How do you wish... Harry?" Her eyes met his for a brief moment, and what he saw there made his heart race faster. But then she looked down again, at their intertwined hands.
"Hermione told me you used to have a marketing company."
She blinked in surprise and looked up, nodding. "Before I met your father... I co-founded it with a friend... why?"
"You know that I've taken over the company, right?" She nodded as Harry stood up, still furrowing his brow with curiosity. He opened his laptop and placed it on the table so she could see the screen. It still felt strange to him, talking to his stepmother in the same room, just minutes after their maid had given him a blowjob, but he was learning to create the reality you want to live in when you're a man of strong will.
"Well, our budget doesn't exist, but we still need to promote the idea of broom racing among the English audience and create a market for super brooms, not just for Quidditch players."
Her frown deepened as she looked at his notes, and Harry saw the gears turning behind those dark blue eyes.
"That's an ambitious plan... and you say there's no budget?"
"Ice cream sticks and glue are all we have to build an empire," Harry said. "What do you say, want to help your son?"
"Are you asking me for help?" She said with a raised eyebrow. "Are you begging?"
"I'll never beg," Harry said, his words sharper than he intended, but they brought a smile to Kate's lush lips, the first genuine one he had seen in months.
"Good boy... Where should we start?"
"I thought..." Harry began, but she interrupted him with a wave of her hand, taking the laptop, getting up, and starting to walk.
"Yes, I see some potential here, and some of them are decent. Convincing influencers to mention it on social media... it's relatively cheap and probably has better reach than most analog methods. Hmm... it's an interesting problem. Let me think about it."
Leaving the house, Harry felt great. Passing Molly on the way out, the maid gave him a deep bow, and he couldn't wait to try her talented mouth the next morning.
After a late arrival at the office, a pile of work awaited him, and he delved into it with renewed energy. Hermione and he went out to dinner with Amelia and informed her about their plans. She was excited when he told her about including Kate in their marketing meetings and couldn't wait to see what his mother had in store. They had a big Italian dinner at a restaurant and then returned to Amelia's house to enjoy a little Hermione for dessert.
Harry was exhausted and returned around midnight, leaving his happy servant in the care of an older woman for the night. He found his bed neatly made, with a glass of water waiting for him, suspecting that Molly had stayed up late. But when he crawled into bed, he found a note on his pillow. His mother had sketched out a dozen ideas, all revolving around the use of the manufacturing company. He couldn't quite grasp it and decided to invite her to the office the next day to discuss her idea in detail.
Waking up with the luxurious feeling of warm lips wrapped around his morning wood was a pleasure every man should experience at least once in life. When those lips were the purring warmth of your maid, it was even sweeter.
Molly took her time as Harry lay in bed, waking up from blissful dreams. Her uniform had been removed and hung on a hanger next to the bed. She crouched beneath his duvet in just her shirt, her heavy breasts pressed against her face as she stroked his cock up and down.
"Swallow it," Harry ordered as his balls churned, and cum oozed from his cock. And she was all too eager to swallow every last drop before slipping out from under his sheets and donning her uniform.
"The electrician will come today to check the garage lights," she said, her flushed cheeks breaking the image of the perfect maid as she pushed the sheets aside for him to get out of bed. "I'll have the cars moved to the back and covered."
"Thank you," Harry said, nodding as he headed to the bathroom. "Make sure the Datsun is pulled out for me in the morning. I'll take it to work."
"Yes, sir," she sighed, dropping into a curtsy that drew his eyes to her heavy, round breasts. "Is there anything else you need... while I'm here?"
Apparently, she meant the kind of service where she would bend low, and Harry's cock stiffened again as he gazed into the shadowed valley between her tits. But he had too much to do, and Hermione was waiting for him in the office, so he waved her off.
"Not this morning, Mario, but thank you. I'll certainly take advantage of the full menu of services in the near future."
"I'm at your service, master."
In Molly's words, there was no artificiality or clever respect, and Harry was surprised at how easily she slipped into the role of a submissive maid. It wasn't just that she was prepared for it. He sensed that his own behavior over the past few weeks had done just as much to pave the way.
Confidence is king, Harry reminded himself, and most people, especially certain women, crave a strong leader.
Valley. When Kate arrived for the meeting, they were fine-tuning the presentation Harry had prepared, sitting at his desk and enjoying Thai food.
His mother entered the dimly lit office, bathed in vibrant colors. Her attire was loose and flowing, more suited to the desert plains London, and Harry knew she relished the attention she drew. As he looked up, feeling butterflies in his stomach as their eyes met, he saw her furrowed her brow at the sight of Hermione and him sitting so close.
"We have a meeting planned, don't we?" There was anger in her tone, but Harry ignored it, leaning back in his chair and pointing to an empty seat.
"You're early. We were just finishing lunch. Please, have a seat and wait."
Her lips tightened into a firm line as Hermione gave her a curious look, wondering how she would react. For a moment, Harry thought she might explode. But she took her seat and clutched the folder she had brought.
Harry picked up a forkful of pad thai, attempting to push her out of his thoughts. It was impossible because she sat there looking impossibly gorgeous, so for the tenth time, he mentioned the meeting.
"Everything we've learned points to Everett being the main person we'll have influence over. But what about this Connor Whitaker?"
"Not much is known about him since he took over his father's empire," Hermione said with her usual confidence, listing details about the man's known shares and wealth. "Whitaker Industries is privately owned and more secretive than the Department of Mysteries. I haven't been able to find out much, except that they seem to have recently started getting into production and mineral acquisition."
"It would be nice to know who's more serious between the two," Harry thought. "I wouldn't want to get into business with a man who sees a toy project he'll abandon when things get tough or it bores him."
"Do you have their pictures?" His stepmother asked.
"Here," Hermione said, opening her computer and pulling up photos of each of them.
His mother leaned forward and examined a dozen pictures that Hermione had gathered, nodding in satisfaction. She settled back into her seat with a pleased expression.
"The one in silk, Everett?" Hermione nodded. "He's not a serious man, but the other one. He can be trusted."
"How do you know?" Harry asked, and his mother's contented smile never waned.
"Look at their assistants."
Hermione pulled out photos of each of the men, walking and talking with a woman by their side, taking notes. Everett had a beautiful, young blonde whose skirt was so short and tight that it was a wonder her backside didn't hang out, and her breasts were so pumped up they looked ready to burst. Connor also had a beautiful assistant, but she was a decade older and tastefully dressed.
"You've achieved so much from so little?" Harry asked skeptically.
"Trust me," she nodded. "I know men."
Harry glanced at Hermione and saw her fuming, then realized that his stepmother had just subtly kicked his young assistant out.
"What have you brought for us?" Harry asked, setting aside the women's emotions and his own.
He wasn't sure what to make of Kate. His stepmother usually got along with women in his father's offices, and this seemed out of character for her. Until he realized that she was still grieving and upset. Emotions just needed another outlet. He had to find a way to redirect them in a different, hopefully healthier way.
"It may seem counterintuitive," Kate said, pulling out two sheets from her folder and placing them on the desk. "But the best way to gain fans and sponsors is by promoting other broom manufacturers and drivers."
"That doesn't make sense," Hermione muttered, crossing her arms.
"Which sports have the most fascinating stories and athletes? Basketball, baseball... Soccer is more popular, but aside from a few superstars, no one knows the players. Do you know why that is?"
"Helmets?" Harry asked and felt a shiver of delight as his mother's eyes lit up.
"Exactly! I knew you'd catch on right away, Harry. You've always been quicker than your father at these things. I incorporated your idea of social media, just expanded the format." She pointed to one of the sheets with items and roles written on it. "The cheapest content is reality-based. With a cameraman and producer stationed with each team, we'd have insight into what racing fans could only dream of."
"How would you convince the teams to accept this?" Harry asked. "I can't imagine they'd let a film crew into the pits on race day."
"That's the trick," said Harry's stepmother, fully absorbed, leaning forward and pointing to a brainstorming chart for production ideas. "We're not doing this about racing; we're doing this about people. These drivers live behind the helmet or a few sound bites for their fans. I know, I tried to find them and found the same corporate nonsense about each of them. Most of them have an anodized social media presence and little fan interaction beyond sponsors. Let's show who they are, and people will be more interested in the races."
