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Brooms and Cocks ch.8
🕑 Added 2024-01-08 10:02:00 +0000 UTCHer hands tore at his shirt, and he kicked off his jeans as Amelia's warm hand engulfed his cock. The woman's nails dug into his buttocks as she pulled him forward, her lips clenched in a pleading gesture, but his attention was captured by her massive breasts.
Firm and pale, they were surprisingly perky and maintained their shape. He reached up and slid his fingers over one of them, brought a large nipple to his mouth, and sucked hard, letting his teeth graze the sensitive flesh. In his ears echoed Amelia's sighs as he thrust into her.
She wasn't as tight as Hermione, but her legs circled around his buttocks, pulling him deep into her sucking sex. He couldn't restrain the pleasure-filled groan that escaped his throat as she did something with the muscles of her pussy that gripped and milked his thrusting cock.
"Mhmmm, do you like that, baby? Ohh, you like it... Jesus, you're so hard... fuck! Right there! Yes, you handsome boy, fuck me good!"
Her hot words only accelerated his hip thrusts, and her hands pulled his lips to hers as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock. Amelia climaxed strongly, her limbs contracting and squeezing around him, her face brightening, and he watched as her eyes rolled back into her skull. The pleasure coming from her pussy was too good to stop, and although her legs tried to hold him in place, he continued to fuck her. Incoherent words of joy spilled from her mouth, and he smiled, feeling confident until the fiery pleasure spread over his balls and he felt Hermione moving closer.
He came with Amelia's massive breasts pressed against his face and Hermione's hot tongue teasing his shaft and balls, pleasure he had never dreamed could be so good. The world turned into white bliss and returned with a sudden burst when Amelia's lips met his.
Sweaty and sated, they slid to the side of the woman, feeling Hermione crawling to his other side. They were wedged between the desk and the wall, with nothing but discarded clothes and an old rug below them, but neither of them seemed to care.
He turned and kissed Hermione, running his fingers along her slender back, unable to suppress the gratitude he felt. He withdrew and wanted to say something, but Hermione placed a delicate finger on his lips and smiled gently.
"Are you happy?" She smiled, already knowing the answer to her question. "Ready to conquer the world?"
With her finger between her lips, he allowed her to slowly withdraw it as he sucked on it. It was fascinating to watch her pupils dilate, and her breath quicken as this intimate moment unfolded.
"With you by my side, I am."
"What about me?" Amelia asked, exhaling in dissatisfaction as she leaned over his chest and pulled his chin so he stared into her eyes. "Don't tell me that conversation was just pillow talk. I've spent too many years on the edge of important events and influential people. If you're serious, I can be very useful to you."
"You mentioned a few things earlier," he smiled, allowing his broad hand to rest on her buttocks. The MILF let out a surprised cry, her cheeks turning fiery red as she pressed her sex against his thigh.
"You can't mean... but I've never... Oh God, you make me want to be so bad, Harry!"
He smiled as she pushed him forward, and her plump lips met his. Then she broke the kiss and gasped imploringly. Looking down, he watched as Hermione's small hand massaged the base of his cock, her delicate lips sucking the head.
"This is hot," Amelia breathed, turning with him, and their cheeks pressed together. The older woman had a wicked gleam in her eyes as she reached down and pushed Hermione's head down, forcing the younger woman to take his cock into her throat. More than half still protruded from her tight lips, but he felt the tight ring of her throat relax, and Hermione, breathing deeply through her nose, lowered her head.
"Damn, that's hot!" Amelia hissed; her enthusiasm was almost as great as his pleasure.
He couldn't help himself, he threw his head back and groaned. The feeling of her swallowing his throat and milking his cock was almost as incredible as her tight pussy, and after a few seconds, he felt his balls clench and felt relief as Hermione lifted herself up.
Her delicate features looked sexy, all red and tense, her lips covered in saliva, and drool hung from her chin. Reaching down, he joined his hand with Amelia's hand and watched in delight as the mindless begging painted Hermione's face, and she threw herself on his cock again.
"It's so thick... Where is it hiding?"
His hand, which was caressing Amelia's wide butt, slipped two fingers between her thighs, covering them in her juices, causing her to gasp. The gasp turned into a hiss as he ran his finger over her tiny, puckered opening, and she tensed for a long second.
He didn't force her, instead letting her relax with him as they both watched Hermione bury herself on his cock. Slowly, the tight opening loosened, and he even felt Amelia push off his finger, her teeth biting into his shoulder as the tip emerged from her tight opening.
"I'll never be able to take it all," she murmured, watching Hermione withdraw his long cock. "If she can fit it in that little throat," he said in her ear, "I'm sure you can take it in the ass." "Oh God, it's so wicked... Okay, do it before I chicken out." The MILF smiled, kissing him, then wriggled in his arms.
He couldn't believe his luck as his beautiful little assistant pushed the thick head of his cock into Amelia's tight ass. If he hadn't already come twice, he might not have shown the same restraint, but he held still and refrained from pushing forward as Amelia pushed herself away from him.
She gasped and moaned. But she never gave up, and he felt the tight ring of her ass loosen around his cock. He had never had anal sex before, and the taboo thrill added to the sensation of her tight ass sucking him deep was incredible.
When his cock popped out of her tight ring, she gasped and grabbed his hip. She nodded for him to move and took a deep breath as he slowly pushed his shaft into her. The MILF's virgin ass was different from Hermione's pussy, but it was just as tight. He planned not to rush, but when his petite assistant covered his cock with a stream of saliva, he slid into Amelia's ass handle deep.
"Oh... oh... ohhhh God, it feels so good... mhmmmm!" The redhead's nails dug into his wrist, and she swirled her hips, pulling him closer. Eyes squeezed tightly shut. She nodded as her nails dragged across his shoulder. "Take her ass, sir. Take her hard!"
"Yes!" Amelia's moan of pleasure coincided with his thrust forward after pulling back, until only the tip rested in her ass.
The woman lay on her stomach as Harry propped himself up with his hands and entered her. Hermione's lips met his, and he tried to delay his climax. Being deep inside a sexy, well-endowed woman while another one kissed him was an overwhelming sensation. Harry wanted Amelia to reach her peak with his member in her rear, and he felt that moment was approaching.
A few more thrusts, and Amelia's moans reached their climax. Harry couldn't hold back any longer. His release was powerful, causing Amelia's eyes to open as he filled her, and they collapsed together.
"Come on, sir," Hermione said, leading Harry to his feet. "Let's get you cleaned up."
Harry furrowed his brow at her, but she just smiled and pulled the corner of the shelf. The heavy shelves opened, revealing a hidden room. Inside was a bathroom with a glass shower, a standing wardrobe, and a single bed against the wall. "Dad, you sneaky bastard," Harry muttered with a mix of amusement and sadness.
"You have an important meeting tomorrow. Let's make sure you get a good night's rest."
"I doubt that will happen," Harry replied, eyeing Hermione's slender figure. Her graceful back swayed as she leaned over to turn on the hot water, and he couldn't help but notice her small, firm breasts.
"You're not fully satisfied yet." She smirked when she saw his member pulsing. "Better to go to that important meeting without unfulfilled desires than to be unsatisfied. Let's take care of it."
Harry allowed her to lead him into the steamy shower and turned around when he heard footsteps on the tiled floor.
"You thought you'd leave me alone?" Amelia joked, feigning offense as she entered the tight shower cabin. "Maybe it wasn't designed for three people?"
"It's spacious enough for our needs," Hermione replied, soaping up her hand as she caressed Harry's member and pulled the older woman into a passionate kiss.
Amelia initially tensed but then relaxed in their embrace. She ran her hand over Hermione's slender back, embracing her firm buttocks. The pair sank to their knees, still kissing passionately, and Hermione took Harry's member between her lips. Amid the stream of water, Harry held the heads of both women on either side of his shaft. They eagerly sucked as he thrust between their mouths, and Harry felt the last traces of his stress fade away.
There would be time for mourning and remembering his father, but the best way Harry could honor his legacy was to live life to the fullest, seize every opportunity, and savor every moment.
Stepping out of the small airplane shower, Harry dried himself with a plush towel hanging nearby. Bathrooms on private planes, known for their limited space, were no exception in this regard. After combing his hair back, he slipped into stylish Italian trousers and a polo shirt waiting in the steam-filled room. His thoughts returned to the past few weeks.
Since his first meeting with Eleonora, Harry had tirelessly worked on securing contracts and suppliers while also searching for a team of engineers.
Eleonora arrived at the meeting an hour late, frustrated by the poor directions to the building. She threw her coat on Hermione, demanding answers.
"The directions were clear," Harry remarked, furrowing his brows as he looked at the stunning Italian. "Didn't you input the address into your phone?"
"I don't trust those Muggle devices," she replied with a grimace as Harry led her to his office. Her dark, seductive eyes seemed to peer deep into his soul. "How did you persuade my cousin to support your cause?"
Her direct question caught him off guard, but Harry masked his surprise with a smile. "You'll have to ask her yourself. Did she speak well of me?"
"She said things... yes." Her gaze remained unyielding as she crossed her arms beneath her ample bosom. Her silk blouse hung loosely on her, but when she sat down, the soft fabric clung to her curvaceous figure. Shaking off his distraction, Harry focused on the matter at hand and handed her a folder of documents prepared by Hermione.
"What's this?" She asked with a disdainful tone, not bothering to open the folder.
"Loan agreements with Broker Capital, guaranteeing Potter Industries an extension and exemption from refinancing fees."
"You've plunged even deeper into debt? Ha! Your foolish father was already drowning in red ink. Why incur more?" She asked with a mocking tone.
"To compete," Harry replied.
Eleonora Zabini suddenly came to life, her captivating eyes becoming even more intense—an unexpected shift. The folder fell to the floor with a loud thud as she leaned forward on Harry's desk.
