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Second Chances [The Dudley Story] 5 - Investment, Art & Gamble
🕑 Added 2024-11-25 18:32:32 +0000 UTCDing Dong!
Dudley arrived at the rented garage that Larry Page and Sergey Brin were using to kickstart their idea. Things weren't going well for them as the lack of investors and interest in their idea left them with barely any capital.
Their need was to scale the search engine. However, the search engine market was already dominated by the likes of Yahoo!, Lycos, and a few others. Furthermore, their idea was too different and unconventional.
No money, no infrastructure either. And because the two were still pursuing their PhDs, they didn't have much energy to go around begging for investments.
And just then, the angel called Dudley Dursley arrived at the door of the garage. Of course, he had already spoken with the two men on the phone about a possible meeting. He arrived in a common business suit, while Harry Potter behind him stood in old money fashion, white pants, blue shirt with a beige cardigan, sleeves folded, a pair of shades on his eyes. While a large, certainly rented Rolls Royce stood behind them on the road.
"Mr. Dursley?"
The door opened and two ordinary men with a look of nerdiness, dark circles under their eyes appeared. They sized up Dudley from head to toe, and then Harry behind. While the two weren't old themselves, they didn't expect Dudley to look that young.
"That's me, owner of D&D Capital. The bloke behind me is my childhood bud, Harry Potter." Dudley handed the two his business card just to clear away any doubts. "So?"
The two men stopped staring at the business card and invited Dudley and Harry into the garage. The place was filled with things, from computer hardware to files of paper, and the walls were covered with whiteboards and sticky notes.
Dudley looked at it all and failed to see any faces on Larry and Sergey. Instead, he saw dollar signs. Google was going to be his long-term investment, one that he had no plans on selling for as long as he'd live. Heck, with his knowledge, he was confident enough to boost the company by a few hundred billion more.
Soon, Dudley sat down at an ordinary-looking, small square table with the two founders in front of him. Harry didn't sit and walked around, looking at things and making snarky comments.
"Ignore him, he was born with a golden spoon. Old money types. He has no interest in tech, just partying and girls." Dudley threw his cousin under the bus and started to lay down the trap. "So, can I look at the plan?"
"Of course!" Larry grabbed a file quickly and placed it in front of Dudley. "It's called BackRub right now, but we're changing it to Google starting next year. Our officemate suggested it, and we kinda liked it. In any case, our main goal right now is to scale things up and upgrade the hardware to make the searches faster…"
Dudley listened to the two founders silently while flipping pages. As he read the material, the Google that was before him was a mere shadow of the future behemoth. For now, the two men were focused on making it a successful search engine. But it was the backbone that'd support everything else.
They have no idea how massive the smartphone sector will be in the future. As long as I play my cards right, I can have Google be the default search engine on every smart device.
"Scalability is great and all, but how are you planning to make money from it? What’s the plan for monetizing your search engine?" Dudley asked, wanting to turn Google into a money-making machine a little earlier than his known life.
Clank!
"Come on, Dud! We're getting late for the yacht party," Harry nagged from the side as he played with a paperweight. "What's so good about this place?"
"These two, and their ideas," Dudley replied, pointing at Larry and Sergey. "Let me deal with this, Harry."
Sergey took a deep breath and spoke. "We are currently looking for monetization methods. But with all our time focused on scalability, it’ll take a bit of time."
"Hmm, one can eat and read a book at the same time," Dudley mumbled and started to write on empty papers on the file he was given. "I get the gist of what you're making, so let me pitch in an idea. Making money is one thing I'm good at, so do consider it."
Dudley wrote down and drew some diagrams and examples on the page. It was all based on his future knowledge of how the internet was going to slowly develop. Google was already the first to do it, but it was going to be even quicker.
"How about allowing businesses to bid on keywords and show text-based ads next to relevant search results? Let's say someone searched for Health Insurance, then an ad for health insurance appears in search results with a small text beside it declaring it’s an 'ad'. If someone wants to buy books, Amazon shows up as an ad. Using a pay-per-click system would make it affordable and appealing for businesses."
He held himself back from using words like metadata and other things that were popular in the future. Those things were too advanced to be uttered that early, even if those concepts existed.
"As the internet keeps growing and getting faster, I reckon we could expand this ad program to more websites in the future—maybe even add picture ads and, who knows, videos that play on a loop someday." Dudley finished explaining and looked at their faces. "What do you think? Is it possible?"
The two founders looked at each other's faces alternatively.
"We… We were thinking about such an idea but this is… better," Larry muttered.
"Like a refined version," Sergey added.
No shit, you made it.
"Alright then, let’s just get on with it and start working. Google, huh? That’s a decent name. Could even end up as one of the big investments in my portfolio someday," Dudley dropped a small hint that they weren't the only ones. "So, how much investment are you after?"
"Eight? But ten will help us the most. Our servers are in need of major upgrades," Larry blurted.
"And how much equity are you planning to offer for that ten milli—"
"Dud, I'm leaving. Do whatever you want with my money, I don't care," Harry barked all of a sudden and looked around at the garage. "They don't even have a decent spot to sit. You really think they'll grow?"
"I do," Dudley replied.
"I don't," Harry said and left the garage.
Finally, Dudley looked back at the two men. "Ignore him. Generational wealthy like him grow up spoiled. So, how much equity?"
"Ten… percent?" Sergey murmured weakly, as if unsure.
Dudley laughed in his heart. Well, he could understand their minds. Until now, the only funding they'd got was a few hundred thousand dollars. They couldn't just proclaim their idea was worth billions and demand money. They had nothing much to show currently.
"Ten? You think Google is worth a hundred million?" Dudley looked around at the state of the garage, a silent gesture. "A company worth a hundred million is hiding in a garage, pretty nice origin story."
The two founders embarrassedly looked at each other, silently talking through expressions.
"What's your offer, Mr. Dursley?"
"Hmm…" Dudley relaxed back and thought about it. He already had the whole plan, though. "People say I'm reckless, but risks bring rewards. Three years ago I had nothing, and I took a loan of a million pounds from that bastard outside. Now, I'm worth a billion—risks, have paid me well."
He lied, but he knew he was going to be worth a billion by the end of the year.
Seeing the two, with their wide eyes of disbelief completely focused on him, Dudley gave his offer too good to refuse. Well, there was also silent magic involved.
"I want seventy percent equity for an investment of a hundred million dollars over two years," Dudley stated. "I won’t be directly involved in your day-to-day work, but I’ll send over ideas and proposals for you to consider. If you don’t think they’ll work, that’s fine, but I’d appreciate a thoughtful explanation or at least a proper discussion about it."
At the end of the day, Dudley only had ideas and no real knowledge of tech. He could only point out fingers, not lead with that said finger. Leaving Google to Larry and Sergey for at least twenty years was the best idea.
Even if you reject me, I have the means to replicate you. Dudley thought in his head. Although it was a bigger headache, it was a totally doable venture.
"You want a controlling stake?" Larry asked sternly.
"No, I want money. The more of Google I own, the more I make. You can have control, I don't care," Dudley declared, arms folded, "As long as you consider my ideas."
Larry and Sergey looked at each other's faces, confusion in their eyes.
"Can we… talk alone for a moment?"
"Sure." Dudley stood up. "I'll be waiting in the car."
Dudley left the garage and sat down in the backseat of the comfortable car. Harry was relaxing there, reclining back and fixing his hair to his desired style.
"Did they agree?" Harry asked.
"Not yet."
"What? Did I—"
"You did fine, Harry. Besides, they’ll agree," Dudley confidently claimed before loosening his tie. "Let's just say the business cards I gave them were… magically motivating."
"But… isn't that wrong?"
Dudley frowned at his cousin. "They're not mind-controlling cards, Harry. They're dipped into something like a calming draught."
"You helped them calm down?"
"No, the opposite."
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Ice cream, pizza, and Hollywood.
After finalizing the deal with Larry and Sergey, Dudley was in the mood to enjoy. The two founders gave in to the temptations of a hundred million. Blinded by the dream of seeing their company's expansion, they sold seventy percent of their child.
"Why are we here?" Harry looked around at the massive mansions on the pretty nice-looking street.
"Real estate," Dudley replied and looked out of the window. He didn't stop, however, since the flight back to London was in a few hours. But still, he took a nice drive-by tour.
Soon enough, they saw the distant Hollywood sign on the mountainside. Harry clicked pictures with his camera, but Dudley froze and smacked his own head.
I know almost every hit movie and show that'll come out in the next two decades. I can… build a massive media empire by just knowing those names. What is wrong with me? Why didn't I think of it? No… Is this body too dumb?
"Let's go home, Harry."
We have a lot of work to do.
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Once Dudley returned to London, he grabbed Edwin and started heavily focusing on shorting the Hedge Fund he knew was going to bust. That was his year-end plan. But that wasn't all, he looked for a few more competent friends from his last time on Earth and made them take the Showbiz and Real Estate department each.
Then, as the new year came closer, Amazon's stock also shot through the sky. Dudley's net worth skyrocketed, but he needed liquid assets, not long-term stocks he didn't want to touch.
But things went well over time. He didn't miss out on meeting his friends either, even visiting the Grangers and getting his teeth checked. The New Year was spent in his London office, however, ending the year with a blast, a net worth of over a billion, and fat bonuses for his five employees.
When the 2nd of January rolled in, Dudley found himself in a taxi with Lily and Harry, instead of the usual Petunia and Vernon. Lily made Harry take the front passenger seat and shared the back one with Dudley.
What does she want? Babysitting him?
Dudley looked at the woman. Her complexion was smooth and pale, she seemed to have recovered for the most part. Her lush, red hair was loose and beautiful, just like her eyes. And thankfully, she had started to wear normal tight pants and coats, which hinted at her tall and curvaceous figure.
"Something you wanted to talk about?" Dudley asked her plainly.
Lily looked forward at Harry and suddenly shifted sideways closer to Dudley.
Ugh, this is awkward now. Dudley felt the side of her thighs squeeze against him, her shoulder against his. Her scentful perfume was strongly felt.
"I can't let Harry hear us," Lily whispered near his ear. "I didn't get to meet you ever since you returned. Did you… see anything else?"
Dudley tried to not look towards her, but even when he looked down, he saw her warm, black tight jeans-covered legs squeezed together, her long coat parted in the middle. I'd love to see a lot more. Ah, fuck, I shouldn't be thinking this.
Still, he chose to throw a bit more bait. He wanted her to see him as the most important ally. "I did… Black will show up at the school. But he's not after Harry, I don't think. Peter’s somewhere near Hogwarts too… I think."
Fright took over Lily. Unknowingly, she grabbed Dudley's arm closest to her, hugging it a bit too much. Dudley felt the softness of her ripe bosom. Although covered in layers of clothes, his senses didn't fail him.
This has to be intentional. Seriously? Seducing me? Then don't mind me if I…
Dudley gulped and moved the same arm she was hugging, and landed his flat palm over her thigh closest to him. Just in the middle, not too close to her core, not too far, where he could feel the plumpness of her flesh.
"Hogwarts is safe for him. Don't worry," he whispered.
Lily squeezed his arm further, hugging him right into her compressing breasts. "Dudley, will you… I know you don't want to get involved. Can you please send me a letter if you see anything?"
"I…" Dudley hesitated.
Yup, this is intentional. He felt her embrace tighten on his arm, and her legs pressed closer towards his. He even spread his palm on her left thigh, the tip of his fingers even reaching between her warm squeezed legs. She still didn't react.
"I... I'll figure something out. But I can’t get too involved, not directly." He glanced at her at last, locking eyes, trying to sound reassuring. "I'll be back for the Easter holiday though. We can plan things out better then."
"Thank you, thank you so much."
And just like that, the desirable woman in her thirties landed a quick, soft peck on Dudley's cheek. She shifted away from him after that, but Dudley stayed there, feeling electrified, heated up in all the wrong places he was trying to control.
S-She… Does she want me to? Uh, this is confusing.
In silence, the car soon arrived at the station. Lily walked with them all the way to the platform and met a few other Wizard parents she was close to previously. By now, the news of her return had spread.
Dudley left before Harry, it being hard to calm the beast in his pants with Lily giving him side eyes every now and then. There was certainly something going on in her head, and he was inclined to learn Legilimency just to find that out.
Thankfully, he had his girls to sit with who didn't mind his erections at all. Susan, the girl who made his Christmas night, and Hannah, the gullible girl he was trying to change. The two girls were sitting in the cabin as always, waiting for him.
"Dudley!"
"Good morning, Dudley."
Susan jumped to hug him, and Hannah gently embraced him with a blush on her cheeks.
Ah, Hufflepuff is the best. No nonsense, just wholesome, fun girls.
Dudley sat down facing the two girls and took out boxes of gifts he had prepared for them.
"Use them well."
"Use?" Hannah exclaimed and looked at the large, wrapped box. "What's in it?"
"I suggest you open these in private. Don't want anyone talking, do you?" He winked at Hannah and earned a shy giggle. As for Susan, she was already unwrapping it, unbothered.
That's why I got you something different. He was already a master of guessing her behavior.
"Woah? Is this… the all-apparel cloak? I read about this. It's famous in America!" Susan grabbed the piece of cloth and draped it around her shoulders. Then she thought of a sexy, party dress, tight around the waist, with a long slit on the leg side. The cloak instantly changed and became the dress she wanted.
Dudley chuckled when she looked at him, locking his gaze. Both of them knew how they were going to use that magical cloak in the future. Easy access for her lover? Wasn't that the best thing?
As for Hannah, she had a few more things in the box. Not just the cloak.
A few very special things.
Let's test her a little.
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Nothing changed for Dudley at Hogwarts other than Susan's constant needy hugs and suggestions that they find a place for some action. At that point, he seriously considered using the Room of Requirement.
But he controlled his urges, letting her impatience simmer. It was more fun to tease her instead, always sitting beside her in the classroom and feeling her soft, squishy legs. He didn't ignore Hannah either, showering ample praises on her and helping boost her confidence.
Then amidst the classes, Harry started his anti-dementor lessons, and Dudley did study sessions with Hermione at the library. The first week went by and Sunday arrived. That sunny day, Dudley decided to put Hannah's improvements to the test.
Leaving Susan to finish her assignments, Dudley took Hannah out for a walk near the lake. Of course, he made her wear the clothes of his choice, the white thigh-high stockings he had gifted her, a light scarlet knee-length skirt, a white t-shirt, and a wooly blazer. Her hair was let free that day, the blonde locks draping her beautifully.
With a picnic cloth, a bag, an easel with canvas, and some painting tools, he soon brought her to a perfect spot behind a large tree with tall bushes around them. The school stood behind the tree, and so was the massive lake.
Alone, with a slim chance of being disturbed, Dudley and Hannah set up the cloth on the ground near the tree and then took out a few books to read. Meanwhile, Dudley set up the easel and the canvas three meters back from the tree, that way he got a look at the lake and the castle behind, along with the tree's trunk.
"How was your Christmas, Hannah?" Dudley sat down in front of her, while Susan sat with her back against the large tree, her knees squeezed together and sideways, a feminine sight to behold.
Feeling confident with just the two of them there, Hannah smiled and took out a photograph from her bag. "I loved it! Dad helped Mum make the cake—it looked a bit wonky, but it tasted absolutely brilliant!"
Dudley relaxed, feeling no hurry. It was still late morning, and cold, so he let the sunlight warm up the place a bit before doing anything. He talked about his holiday with her, and read a book on the side.
"A-A billion? How much is that in Galleons?"
Dudley made rough calculations, "About twenty million Galleons? But that's just going off that mad exchange rate Gringotts uses. I truly hate those inefficient bastards—they're ripping off the entire wizarding world and nobody realizes it. No wonder the wizarding world feels like it’s stuck in the Middle Ages with no proper money around."
Hannah smiled, loving the casual talk. "Can't you ask for a better deal? You're so rich now."
"Haggle with Goblins? There's a greater chance of my blood being Felicis Felix than them agreeing to haggle." Dudley replied, and without asking, shifted beside Hannah before laying sideways, landing his head on her insanely soft lap. From there, looking up, he saw the ample hills and her charming face. "Maybe I should just create a new bank."
"A bank?" She exclaimed, already caressing his black hair warmly. "I don't think it'll help. Most of the wealth is held by the ancient, pureblood families. They won't agree to work with you… a…"
"Muggle-born?"
"I… Uh, I didn't mean to…"
Dudley chuckled and reached for her face from below and caressed her cheek. "I get it, you didn’t mean it like that. Don’t worry, Hannah. All I need to do is make a ton of money—enough that they can’t resist their love of gold. Folks can be pretty predictable when it comes to that."
Hannah silently tilted her neck into his caressing hand, all the while looking down at Dudley's face. Her one hand brushed through his hair and played with a few strands. It was pretty silent around them, and Dudley could almost hear Hannah’s heartbeat.
"Be confident, Hannah," Dudley commented all of a sudden, seeing the desire on her face. He could feel the nervous wiggles of her legs under him, and see she was biting the insides of her lips and wiggling brows.
Hannah gulped and finally, lowered her face and kissed Dudley on her lap. Her hair flowed down and covered both their faces.
Dudley went with the flow, letting her peck his lips gently, and stay there for a long moment. She didn't move back when he parted his lips and continued to kiss him with little swipes of her pink tongue. Slowly, her tongue eased into his mouth. She sloppily tried her best to kiss, and explored his mouth with her tongue, sometimes even suckling on his lips.
Dudley felt the tickles of her tongue on his own, hearing her heaving breath struggling. He admired the way she tried hard to appear more experienced since it was hard for someone as shy as she was. Her naive but willing-to-try attitude was kind of cute and commendable, he certainly wanted to teach her a lot more.
Hannah’s breath soon turned ragged and she pulled back from the kiss. Unknown if it was from the lack of oxygen or from the thirst, her face flushed red, and tiny beads of sweat formed on her temple.
Dudley also sat up and shifted on his legs, back in front of her. He looked at her face and asked "Are you wearing it?"
Hannah gulped but simply nodded, blushing even harder.
“Then show me.”
Dudley spread her knees apart with his hands, having her pull up the skirt she was wearing to her belly, and took a look at that beautiful sight.
Hugging Hannah’s full hips were a pair of floral-laced white panties. They were almost see-through since the lace was so thin. But secured right in the middle was a flat, round, bright yellow object fastened with the lace like a button on a shirt, slightly protruding out with every breath she took. The other, longer end, was obviously tightly packed inside her tight, damp, most secret places. A small, yellow wand for a pretty Hufflepuff, such a perfect combination.
Dudley could almost trace the lines of her pink lower lips clamping around the dildo. He extended his hand between her legs and lightly touched the round end, causing Hannah to squirm a little, feeling sensitive from arousal.
“Ummm…” Hannah’s moaning, lips parted as he hit that spot inside her.
Staring into her eyes, Dudley leaned into her for a kiss. His right hand supported him on the tree behind Hannah, while his left hand kept rubbing against the end of the silicone wand. He twirled it inside her, pulling it a little then pushing it back in, feeling her withering body underneath him. Her moans tasted sweet in his mouth.
The heat of her body turned up a notch every time he pushed it a bit further in, and the goosebumps on her legs were clearly felt when he flicked the rigid thing up and down. He wanted more, he wanted to see her scream out in ecstasy, so he took it even further.
He kissed her even deeper and took out the dildo’s flat round end from the lace around it with one hand easily. He moved the bridge of her panties and grabbed the dildo, moving it in and out of her slowly and gently. It squelched a little as her pussy took in every inch, disappearing into her petal-soft folds.
Hannah instinctively wanted to close her legs, but Dudley’s hand stopped her. She felt helpless, almost coerced, but somehow it was thrilling. The big veiny dildo scraped her inner walls, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. Her pussy lips could feel the round thing widening her, stretching her from tip to end. The crowned end nudged on her deepest wall of throbbing flesh.
Every time he pulled it out to the tip and shoved it back into her, her nectar would spurt out a little. So Dudley moved a little faster, picking up rhythm as he felt her watery delight starting to wet his hands. He twisted and drilled, plunging into her like churning butter. His tongue dug into her mouth, tasting the blonde Hufflepuff’s hot moans she stifled.
“Umph! Oohh Dudley… Ahhh…” Hannah broke away from the kiss, catching her breath and moaning in withering heat.
Dudley moved back a bit, letting Hannah see his wet hand moving the dildo in and out of her puckering flushed pussy. He intentionally moved it slower again, letting her feel every stretch and twitch as she felt it deep in her loins, the lubricating juices leaking out little by little.
Every time he shoved the last inch in, a small squeak escaped her.
Dudley finally sat back when his hand felt tired, letting the yellow wand stay inside her.
After admiring the way it throbbed with every breath she took for a moment, he pulled her panties. He got one leg out, and let the sexy laced pantie tightly hang around the other knee.
"Hannah, I want to draw you… will you be my model?"
Hannah looked up at his needy, handsome smile, and inwardly swore to Merlin that it made her want to even give her life to him. She nodded in silence, slowly closing her legs.
“Don’t close them. You look beautiful this way,” Dudley said as he stood up, fixed the throbbing erection in his pants, and went to the easel and canvas to paint. "Use the toy I gifted you, Hannah—I'd love to hear your lovely moan."
Hannah shyly opened her legs back up and grabbed hold of the toy she was given. At first, she looked at him, then at the toy, a bit hesitating as she sucked on her lips. Then she started moving it on her own, ever so gently.
“Oh..” A short moan escaped her lips and she felt her inner muscles flutter around it, suckling it. Her eyes fluttered and felt the toy twitch lightly inside, overcome with lust. Using the tree behind her to support herself, Hannah lengthened her strokes, pulling it out further and plunging deeper.
“That’s good, keep going, let it all out Hannah. I’m here watching,” Dudley commented from behind his easel. She naturally upped the speed which earned her a loud squeak, exciting him further.
Hannah got creative, adding in little twists of her hips and experimenting with different motions. She tried pulling it nearly all the way out a few times and slamming back with a little force. The wet lewd sounds continued to get louder, mixed together with her moans. At the way her hips were currently angled, the dildo was hitting that sensitive spot inside of her perfectly.
“Oh ohhh Merlin… ahh!” Hannah pleasured herself, her sinful desire peaking. Her other hand came forward, slipping between her legs, and searching for that little bundle of nerves. She flicked and rubbed, letting the nub of slippery flesh dance around her finger.
“Ahhhh!” She moaned with reckless abandon, feeling the silky-hard toy brushing up and down against her soaking walls.
“That’s it. Louder, Hannah. Faster.” Dudley kept drawing, his gaze scorching. “You look beautiful Hannah, keep going. Lift up your t-shirt too.”
Hanna did so with urgent need, the need for a release clouded her mind. She pulled up her t-shirt and then bit the hem with her pearly white teeth. Then she excitedly pulled her bra down with a quick jolt and fondled her own breast with a wet palm. The other hand was still ramming the dildo into her sopping pussy.
“Oohhh… Yes… Yess!” She moaned as she pinched her nipple, smushing her pale breast between her fingers. She molded her own flesh around her palm, while her other hand kept thrusting inside with feverish delight.
“Keep going, feel it, every bit. You like it, right?” Dudley kept watching, his bulging need already struggling under his zipper.
“Ummmhh… Feels so good, Dudley,” Hannah mewled in pure bliss.
Eventually, Dudley dropped his pants and underwear. His long, girthy, veiny shaft throbbed in heat. But he drew it all, her lewd expression, her blushing, wet petals. Every inch of her sweating, pleasure-seeking body.
Hannah’s abdominal muscles were starting to burn up and she could feel the familiar tingling in her body, a sign of her approaching orgasm. Her legs instinctively closed, locking the sinful object deep inside her loins while she still gyrated the end. Her grip tightened around her breast, pinching her nipple hard.
By then, Hannah’s heart was hammering furiously but her body felt as if she was moving in whipped cream. A wave surged through her, carried her over the top and she came hard. She felt herself squirting with a loud splosh.
“Ahhh—umphhh!!” She cried out incoherently.
She convulsed so hard against the tree, leaning further back. She saw stars in front of her eyes as the intense waves of pleasure began to diminish. Her hand stops moving the dildo, utterly drenched in her hot climax, weakly letting go and letting it stay there inside her pussy.
At that point, Dudley finished painting. He walked over to Hannah, naked below his waist, his manhood dangling with throbbing need. He spread his legs, landing each foot beside her waist as he stood above her, his large cock close to her lips, towering just as his tall frame.
“Go on,” he smiled at her.
Hannah, still panting from the wild orgasm, couldn’t help but feel hot again from the sight of his sizable, bulging shaft, larger than what she took between her legs. She knew it would feel different inside her, maybe even more amazing.
But too tired to try that, she opened up her mouth and tentatively licked the tip, the salty punch instantly hitting her palate.
Dudley allowed her to suckle his swollen mushroom head while he stroked his length with an urgent, primal need. Her mouth felt so hot, and having built up that erection for a while, he felt the tickles in his balls spread through his body.
"Hannah… ah… You don't mind if I…"
"Hmm…" Hannah flinched and tightened her lips around the rim of his bulbous cockhead. One of her hands instinctively reached for his girth, afraid he'd pull back.
But after seeing he didn’t intend to, she relaxedly suckled his tip, both her hands then gently resting on his thighs, holding him there.
“Ugh…”
Dudley shuddered and felt his shaft throb, the convulsions spreading all across his hips and front. With a final groan, he emptied his creamy, thick, sticky, ropes of cum into Hannah's mouth. The burst was so much that he felt as if his knees were emptied out, all going into that hot, scorching throat—a whole week’s accumulation.
“Umph…gh…” She gagged and coughed, trying to contain it all in her bulging cheeks.
“You can spit it out if you want,” Dudley told her.
But Hannah’s watery eyes looked up at him, glazed in exhaustion and arousal, and then she gulped down his thick cream audibly. Bit by bit, swallowing the warm viscous fluid down her throat, causing a squeezing sucking motion on his tip to take in every last drop.
Dudley shivered one last time, as he felt the last drops being pulled out of his cockhead.
After a moment, he tiredly sat down beside her and pulled her head onto his shoulder. With a wave of his wand, he summoned his pants to cover his calming cock.
"You looked beautiful, Hannah," he muttered, puffing from his own strenuous stroking. "I think I did alright painting you."
"Can I see?"
“Of course!” Dudley jumped to his feet and put on his pants.
Then, he walked over to the easel and grabbed the canvas whole. Though he took a quick pause to admire the painting as well as the model, her skirt was still bunched up, revealing her plump pale thighs, and the rosy drenched slit. The dildo was on the side, though the t-shirt had fallen down and covered those delightful mounds.
"Have a look." He sat down beside her once again and held the canvas on his lap. "I'm not an expert, so don't mind any minor issues. I struggle with the eyes."
"This!" Susan's eyes widened. First in praise and then in panic. The details were great, and the colors were beautiful. With the backdrop of the lake and Hogwarts, there she was by the tree, her naked breasts glistening under the sunlight, her drenched lower lips being struck by her willing hands, dildo half in and half out. Her white panties were on her knee, and her face… it was too recognizable. "W-Where will you keep this?"
Dudley chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, landing a soft kiss on her cheek. Although he loved her confident self, that gullible, shy outburst of panic was always cute. "In my bedroom at my new farmhouse near London. I'm considering buying some big farmlands and getting a few horses. I want to make it a nice, comfortable place, but still close enough to the city. You should come to visit whenever you'd like… I'd love to paint you more."
Hannah breathed deeply and looked back at the canvas. "Next one… I get to keep."
"Sure, keep as many as you want."
The two didn't return to the school right away. Since there were still plenty of sunlight hours left, they stayed by the tree, shoulder to shoulder, reading books and chatting. Dudley didn't do anything other than some quick rubs of his hand and making out after cleansing their mouths.
Then as the sun began to set, they gathered their things and headed back towards the school. Dudley had brought an expansion pouch to store the canvas, thankfully, as walking with that painting was inviting a headache.
"Will you be going home for Easter too?" Hannah asked, walking beside him.
"I have to. D&D Capital is at a really important stage right now. The expansion’s moving fast, and it needs my approval before we can plan the next steps." Dudley replied truthfully. "When I get back, could I borrow your notes? I’ve got to get ready for the exams."
"Heh, um, I don’t think you’ll need it, Dudley. You hardly studied these past two years and still did better than me and Susan."
"Well, studying is one thing I'm good at. But it's nowhere near Hermione's level. I envy that girl's head," Dudley muttered and walked into the corridor of the school, headed towards the Hufflepuff common room. "Speaking of brains, I hope Susan finished her assignment."
"She's just lazy, not dumb," Hannah added.
"Dud!"
Dudley halted and looked behind. Harry and Ron came running towards him, waving through the corridor.
"Where were you? I've been looking for you since morning."
"I was near the lake, Harry. Painting and basking in the sun. What happened?" Dudley asked, noticing a hint of a scowl on Ron's face. That could only mean one thing. "Where's Hermione?"
"Probably off sulking somewhere again. Big surprise," Ron groaned from the side, rolling his eyes.
You're one lucky dude. She still chose to share a bed with you.
"What happened?" He looked at his sensible cousin.
"I got a Firebolt a few days ago—a gift. But Hermione told Professor McGonagall, and she confiscated it. She… she shouldn’t have done that."
"Did you know who sent it?" Dudley asked.
"No."
"Did you get it tested for any curses or stuff?"
"No."
"Do you know someone's after your life?"
"Y-Yeah." Harry shrank his neck as he realized his mistake.
Thump!
Dudley softly knocked on his cousin's head. "Then why the fuck are you sulking? You're filthy rich, Harry—just buy a new one. Who cares?"
"Pfft! It seems Weasley's pitiful little fortune has infected the Potters as well. Spent it all trying to raise your mum from the dead, did you, Potter?"
Dudley rubbed his face tiredly and looked behind him. There he was, Draco Malfoy with his two fat lackeys and the tall Zabini who had a whore for a mother. Or perhaps the bitch was just a cursed witch.
"Go back and suckle your mum's tits, Draco! Don't raise your voice when adults are talking," Dudley retorted back. The easiest way to reach Lucius was through Draco, after all.
"You! Silence, you mudblood!" Draco sneered, his anger evident as he reached for his wand. "Typical. What else would spill from that disgusting mouth?"
"Wisdom on making money? Not that you'd know much about it—Daddy's little princess always gets everything mouthfed to him, doesn't he, Malfoy?"
Go on, get angry, Malfoy. Let me lead you to ruin.
"How dare you!" Malfoy bellowed and finally took out his wand and aimed it at Dudley. "You… Soon, you’ll know your place, mudbloo—"
"What's that? You’re saying I’m wrong? Fine, let’s make it interesting, then. Gryffindor and Slytherin are playing soon, aren’t they?" Dudley changed the subject with a smirk. "Do you really think your team stands a chance?"
"Of course we will. Potter’s had his little moments of luck these past two years, but it’s clearly run out now. Don't you think so, Potter? Woooo~" Draco waved his arms, mockingly imitating a Dementor. "Slytherin will crush you."
"Great!" Dudley clapped his hand and looked left and right. Quickly, he noticed a pretty, blonde-haired Slytherin girl going around them. "Daphne! A moment, please."
The blue-eyed quiet girl halted and looked at him, a single brow raised in annoyance, disliking being stared at by all those boys there. But, she was thankful to Dudley for the whistle. "I'm in a hurry, Dudley."
Ah, she didn't forget to use my first name.
"It won't take long. I need you to be a neutral witness to the bet that I and Draco are about to make," he declared and looked back at Draco. "How does ten thousand… no, let's make it a hundred thousand. How does a hundred thousand Galleons sound as a bet?"
"..."
All noise died down in that entire corridor. Even those who were just passing by stopped and looked at the small crowd of Dudley's side and Draco's side. Nobody coughed and whispered, they all stood speechless when they heard the amount.
Dudley noticed a curved smile on Daphne's lips and winked before focusing back on Draco. "What? Your daddy can't afford that?"
"He can! I can! It's you, Dursley, that I'm uncertain of. Do you honestly think your pathetic Muggle father can afford it?"
"Pfft!" Harry snorted upon hearing that.
"Haha, he's gotten dumber," Ron bellowed openly. "Malfoy, Dudley is among the richest wizards in the country."
The world, I think. Dudley thought but didn't correct. He wasn't sure how rich the richest wizard was.
All eyes fell on Dudley at Ron's proclamation.
"Don't worry about it, Draco. Just tell me, are you up for the bet? If Gryffindor loses, I'll give you a hundred thousand Galleons. If Slytherin loses, you pay me the same." Dudley raised his hand towards Draco to seal the bet and glanced at Daphne. "You heard it?"
"Loud and clear." The blonde Slytherin seemed to be enjoying it.
Finally, all eyes landed on Draco, mounting the pressure on his spineless back. This wasn't simply one or two galleons, but the lifetime wealth of a well-off wizard family. Of course, it wasn't that big for the Malfoys, but it was still a lot.
Draco gulped, feeling cornered.
"You can back out if you want. I wouldn't blame you. It's your daddy's money, afte—"
"I accept it! Let's make the bet, Dursley!" Draco sneered, spinning on his heel to leave. "I don't shake mudblood hands."
Dudley shrugged and smiled before looking at the witness. "Thanks, Daphne. Dinner's on me on Hogsmeade week."
"Sure… if you win the bet." Daphne waved at him and left.
Ignoring Ron and Harry's amusement, and Hanna's hand clutching his sweater's edge anxiously, Dudley looked at the distant shadow of Draco still in his view.
Hah! Can't wait to see the look on your daddy's face, Ferret.
Comments
Tiago Mieres
President Stark when? Thanks for the chapter =D
Goxo
I am wondering when Lily will borrow Harry cloaks of invisibility for her own enjoyment, because that just write itself. Till next time Author, Godspeed.
Lord Mehmeh
Lily the ultimate protective mom let’s see how long to turn into a pillow princess lol
