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Brooms and Cocks ch.10
🕑 Added 2024-02-05 13:00:01 +0000 UTCI just lost my husband, Hermione," I said with a furrowed brow, defending Kate. But the petite woman wasn't discouraged by that.
"Even more so. She lost a strong hand that guided her. Something that gave direction and purpose to her life. You must fill that void. Your ideas are excellent, and Kate is the perfect person to implement them within our tight budget."
"But what if she won't listen?" I asked, concerned about Kate's current state.
"Then make her listen," her dark eyes burned with determination as she stepped closer and placed her small hand on the buckle of my belt. "Just as you made me... Sir."
"I don't think I can force her in the same way," I smiled, sliding my hand between her slender legs, my fingers slipping into the gap between her thighs and the skirt hugging her hips.
"You can do anything, sir... anything!" I loved hearing her delicate voice as my rough fingers grazed her lace panties. Her eyes widened as her fingers slid down the zipper of my pants, revealing how hard my cock was. She sensed the forbidden desire in my eyes, and a wicked smile crept onto her rosy lips.
"Kate is a magnificent woman," she purred, sinking to her knees in my office. "With breasts almost as large as Amelia's... and those lips... I wonder how they would look wrapped around this beautiful cock."
As she spoke, she unbuttoned my fly and slowly pulled out my stiff member. When her cool fingers touched it, I took a deep breath of pleasure, but I had no intention of allowing her to continue this depraved act. My mind was already filled with conflicting desires, and I didn't need her help to intensify them.
When the cool air kissed my cock, Hermione's lips parted, and her eyes widened with admiration. No matter how many times she had seen its girth and length over the past week, she was still fascinated by it.
I reached down and placed my hand on the top of her head, causing a shiver to run through her body. Hermione's demeanor shifted with the gentle reminder of my dominance over her, and I relished in seeing unbridled pleasure in her features.
"You'll be silent while I use your mouth, slut," Harry said in a calm, matter-of-fact tone that made Hermione's nails dig into his thighs, her pupils dilating. "If you behave, I'll let your tight pussy taste my cock before I cover that pretty mouth with cum."
She nodded slightly, making sure her lips didn't stray too far from Harry's throbbing cockhead, begging him to use her eyes. Gripping her by the top of her head and entwining his fingers in her silky hair, Harry pulled her closer to him.
The sensation of her soft, pink lips and energetic tongue was incredible, but the sight of a charming and brilliant woman surrendering to such exploitation was even hotter. Her knees parted, and Harry glanced at her lacy black panties. He encouraged her to wear lingerie to the office, but only if it was of the highest quality, and these were no exception.
"You can prepare for my cock... nghh... I want to feel you cum on it when I fuck you," without making a sound, except for the wet lips sliding up and down his cock, Hermione slipped her hand into her panties, the skirt lifted high enough to reveal all her slender legs.
Harry's cock throbbed as he watched her panties wrap around her hand for a moment, and he smiled when he saw that she had only briefly touched her pussy before removing her fingers, her hips quivering. The feeling of her throat massaging his cock was incredible, but he decided to show mercy to the woman and pushed her head back. "Lean over the desk."
"Mnnnn," a moan escaped her throat before she could stifle it, and she gave Harry a terrified look as she leaned over his desk.
"It seems someone will spend another night in the stocks," Harry said with a mockingly mournful smile. "And I will spend another evening punishing that tight little ass of yours. Now spread your pussy in front of me, and since you've already broken the rule, I suppose you can talk, slut, but quietly."
"Yes, sir... Thank you, sir... Mhhmmmm! I'll be a good... girl... Oh God, I'm cumming on your cock, sir, I'm cumming!"
Sliding into Hermione's tightness was incredible, but when she came, it was euphoric. She clenched around Harry's cock, her pussy walls quivering, and her body convulsively shaking as orgasm consumed her entire being.
Pulling his cock out of her, Harry almost covered her panties and skirt with his cum but held back for a moment as Hermione slid off the desk on rubbery legs. Her beautiful face stared at him with adoration, delicate features so innocent and lascivious in their flushed, disheveled state.
With every streak of cum that landed on her, Harry Potter felt charged with power and pleasure. His fingers trembled, and he had to lean on the desk as Hermione lunged forward to suck the last drop of cum from the shaft of his sensitive cock. "Should I schedule a meeting with Kate?" She asked with a wicked smile, massaging his cum into the soft skin of her neck with two fingers.
"You're impossible, woman," Harry chuckled. He knew she wouldn't let go of that topic for the rest of the day.
When Harry returned to the mansion after another late night at the office and found Kate unconscious in the living room with two empty champagne bottles and enough Chinese food to feed a small army, he realized it was worth at least trying what Hermione had suggested.
Turning off the TV, Harry cleaned up and wrapped Hermione in a blanket. He lifted her and carried her to the bedroom. Along the way, she let out a few murmurs, but they were so indistinct that he couldn't make them out. When he placed her on the mattress and started to leave, a hand emerged from under the blanket and grabbed his wrist.
Turning around, he saw her dark blue eyes staring at him with an intense gaze. For a second, she held onto his wrist, then relaxed, letting him go and rolling onto her back. Closing her eyes and turning onto her back, Harry couldn't be sure if it was a dream that had brought her to this state or something else. But her legs spread, her knees bent in an arch, and the blanket slipped off, revealing a lot of soft, olive skin.
His mouth dried up at the sight of her stretched out before him. For a moment, he thought about taking her, and desire became almost a driving force that overcame his better judgment. He stepped back, regained his composure, and left her room. He thought he heard a disappointed sigh, but it was probably just his imagination as he went to bed and spent a night filled with shame, plagued by dreams of his mother and himself.
The next morning, he didn't go to the office right away, instead waiting for her to wake up. He took calls in his father's old study, but he felt strange sitting behind the desk. He sat near the window, where Molly found him with a cup of tea.
"You've been working nonstop since your father passed," she commented, setting a saucer on the table next to him. "It's not good for a man to be so focused without a chance to rest and relax."
"Thank you, Molly," Harry said, looking up from his laptop, where he was reviewing notes for an upcoming meeting with potential investors. "I'd like to have time for relaxation, but there's just too much to be done right now. When everything is ready, I'll surely find the time."
"I just want to serve you," the older woman said, folding her hands in a low curtsy. "As a housekeeper, it's my duty to ensure that my master is well taken care of. Her large, dark eyes met Harry's, who saw an open invitation in them. "In every possible way... sir."
Harry furrowed his brow, allowing his eyes to roam over her pretty but aging features, and he saw her expression shift to embarrassment as she quickly stood up.
"I apologize, sir. It was too hasty of me. Forgive me, sir; it has been too many decades since my... services were needed, and I forgot myself," Molly said, her voice filled with contrition.
"You don't need to apologize, Molly," Harry replied smoothly, lifting his laptop from his lap and setting it aside. As he settled into the chair, he reached for his belt, and Molly's dark eyes widened as she saw what he was doing, and one hand went to her lips. "But if you want to help me, I could use your full, luscious lips."
"Yes!" she breathed, dropping to her knees between Harry's legs.
"And, Molly," Harry said, interrupting the unbuckling of his belt as he allowed her trembling fingers to take control. "You can still call me 'sir'; I quite like the sound of it."
"Your wish is my command, master."
Harry had always thought Molly was beautiful for an older woman. Her maid uniform did incredible things for her ample, soft breasts and curvaceous hips. But in all his teenage fantasies, he had never imagined her this way. Seeing a woman who not only willingly submitted to her master but also took pride in her work, as her fingers drew him closer, and her lips pressed against his shaft, he saw her as a more three-dimensional being. There were hidden layers to her and to everyone that could remain concealed even when living in close proximity.
"Oh, goodness..." she gasped in admiration as her fingers glided over Harry's throbbing member. Then she caught herself blushing and looked up at him. "You're so big, mas-ter... You're a real man."
The way she said "man" was imbued with such polite meaning that most of it went over Harry's head, but the look of genuine desire that swept over her face as she pressed his cock against her was evident. Breathing deeply, Molly's fingers pressed him against her cheeks in a way no woman had done before.
Harry watched in admiration as she took her time, placing gentle kisses along the shaft until she reached the tip. Then, like a woman dying of thirst who had been told she could suck to get water, she closed her full lips around Harry's cock and sucked, hard.
"Oh, God," Harry moaned in pleasure, causing Molly to suck even harder. Her eyes closed as pleasure washed over her face.
She sucked the head of his cock, her tongue wrapping around its base. Harry felt her hesitation as his girth stretched her lips. The head alone filled her mouth, and she tensed for a moment as he slid a hand into her thick, dark hair. The maid's hair wasn't as silky smooth as Hermione's, but there was an added eroticism in pushing his massive cock down the throat of an older woman. The feeling of her relaxing under his pressure and the sight of her nipples hardening confirmed it for him, and he knew he had another submissive slut for his personal use.
"This is... so damn good," Harry groaned, and Molly whimpered in pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered as she swallowed, and her tonsils milked his cock.
When he allowed her to rise, saliva dripped from her plump lips, and she smiled with satisfaction. "Are you relaxed, master?"
"I am," Harry said, leaning his head back and letting her work with a joyful purr of pride.
Sliding the hand that had guided her head down, he pushed it into the top of her uniform. The stiff, lacy material pressed against his palm as he grabbed her large, soft breasts. When he turned her nipple between his fingers and squeezed it hard, Molly sucked him harder, pushing forward to take half of his cock down her throat.
