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Professor Potter (Ch. 6)
🕑 Added 2026-01-22 10:28:47 +0000 UTC( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )
Professor Potter
Chapter 6
By Friday afternoon, Harry was running on fumes. The week had been a complete drain, and he was ready for the weekend to arrive. Even now, fate seemed determined to torment him with a bunch of nonsense. Angelina Johnson was in a skirt that probably should have gotten her suspended, and she was sitting at the front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts with her legs crossed. The skirt rode up so high that he could occasionally catch a glimpse of her light pink panties, and he knew she was doing it on purpose.
Harry had tried ignoring her, but Angelina had a gift for causing a scene. She passed notes and flirted shamelessly. She licked her quill in ways that had his cock twitching in his trousers. She then slid the feather tip through her lips while locking eyes with him.
He clapped his hands together, making a sharp sound. “Miss Johnson. If you could refrain from sucking off your writing implements for the duration of my lecture, I’d be grateful.”
A ripple of laughter ran through the room, and the girls found it particularly funny. Angelina grinned wider, showing off her pearly white teeth. She bit her tongue between her teeth. “Sorry, Professor. I find it helps me concentrate.”
He ignored the snickering. “You’ll find, Miss Johnson, that concentration can be achieved through more traditional means … like listening.” He let his suggestion hang in the air. She rolled her eyes, as if to say she’d heard that one before.
He powered through the remainder of the lesson, pushing the students to debate the relative merits of immobilization charms versus the classic Stunning Spell. When the bell rang, Harry dismissed the room with a hurried wave. Angelina lingered at her desk, twirling her quill as the last student trickled out. Harry leaned on the edge of his desk and waited.
She took her sweet time packing up before strolling up to his desk. She put her hands behind her back and rocked on her heels, making her skirt ride up even higher.
“Is something on your mind, Miss Johnson?”
“Yeah,” she said. “You never gave back my last essay … or the one before. I never got any of them.”
His eyebrow raised. “I’m aware. I was saving them up. I thought you might enjoy reading my notes all at once.”
She gave him a sideways look. “Oh, so you’re just lazy, then.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “I should assign you extra homework for that.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she said, smiling cheekily.
He shrugged, feigning indifference. “There’s a first time for everything. You should really learn how to follow the rules,” he told her.
She stuck out her tongue. “Rules are for people who aren’t clever enough to get away with breaking them.”
“That’s why you’re always in detention, isn’t it?”
“Maybe I just like the company,” she cheekily countered.
Harry met her gaze and smiled. “Let’s make it official then. Detention. Be at my quarters by nine tonight, and don’t be late.” He said it quietly, so that none of the many gossips in Hogwarts could overhear him.
She didn’t miss a beat. “Should I bring my own quill?”
“You won’t need it,” he assured her.
She shot him a slow, sexy smile before turning on her heel and strutting out, her hips swaying with every step. Harry waited until the door clicked shut before he chuckled and shook his head.
Professor Potter
His quarters were very cosy, and Harry prided himself on keeping everything nice and tidy. He had an expensive vintage bottle of Ogden’s Finest hidden in the bottom drawer of his desk, and he was halfway through a glass when he heard the knock at the door. She was always punctual. Harry appreciated that.
Angelina had changed for the occasion, but only barely. She’d replaced her white blouse with a Quidditch t-shirt that was several sizes too small. Her skirt was even shorter than before, and her thighs looked like they could crush his head like a watermelon. She wore knee-high socks, a detail that instantly made his cock hard.
“Right on time,” he said, motioning her in.
She glanced around, taking in the furnishings and the crackling fire on the far wall. “Nice place, Professor. It’s very romantic.”
“Enough of that,” he said. “Sit.” He gestured at the high-backed wooden chair set in the middle of the room. She sat down and crossed her legs. Angelina seemed more than happy to show off her shapely thighs. He slowly made a lap around her, eyeing her up.
“I’m not really sure what you expect me to do,” she said.
“Just sit there and listen,” he replied. “I know that’s hard for you, but I’m sure you’ll manage for a few minutes at least.”
He stopped behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she attempted to lean back against him. Harry began massaging her shoulders.
“You don’t take direction well,” he said.
She let out a throaty laugh. “I never have. It really annoys my mum.”
He squeezed her shoulders. “I’m going to teach you some respect.”
“Oooh, scary.” She said it with a smirk, but he could hear her breath catch.
“Stand up,” he said, his voice flat. She obeyed and quickly got to her feet. “Bend over the desk,” he ordered. Angelina looked back over her shoulder, her eyes wide and surprised. He met her stare, unblinking.
She grinned and bent over, planting her palms flat on the desk. Her wide, pillowy ass jutted out, and it could barely be contained by her mini skirt. Her calves flexed as she shifted her weight. He stepped behind her and ran his hand over her skirt, then up her back. “Do you know how many detentions you’ve had with me this term?”
She shrugged, making her ass wiggle. “Enough to lose count?”
“Seven … and that’s not counting tonight,” Harry told her.
“Is that a new record?” she asked cheekily.
He hiked her skirt up over her hips, exposing her ass. Her panties were thin, white, and semi-transparent where the fabric stretched over her plump pussy lips. He ran his finger along the edge of the fabric. “Tonight, you’re going to learn what happens to smartmouths.”
She rolled her hips and rubbed her ass against his hand. “Is that a promise?”
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down to her knees. Her ass was perfect. Her cheeks were thick and jiggly, and her hairless pussy lips were mashed tightly together between her thighs. He cupped one cheek and squeezed. Angelina gasped.
He raised his hand and brought it down. The smack echoed loudly in the room. Angelina jerked, but didn’t make a sound. He did it again, harder. This time, she hissed in approval. He took his time with her, making each cheek ripple before moving on to the other. With each smack, her breath came faster. Her hands clenched into fists on the desk.
“Count,” he said, making her ass ripple with the hard smack.
“ONE!” she squealed out while clenching her cheeks.
“Two,” she gasped as he struck again.
By ten, her ass was pink, and her eyes were glazed with arousal. She looked over her shoulder at him, her hair falling in her face, and said, “Is that all you’ve got?”
He slid his hand between her thighs and found her soaking wet pussy. Harry slid his fingers along the length of her slit, drawing a shaky moan from her. He dipped a finger in, feeling her tightness, and then withdrew. He moved his hand up, drawing a line from her pussy to her asshole. He slowly circled it with one finger, toying with her rim.
Angelina twitched, and her ass cheeks clenched. “You’re not serious,” she breathed.
He slid his fingers into her wet pussy, got them nice and wet, and lubed up her asshole. He pressed the tip of his finger against her asshole and gently pushed. She tensed for a second, relaxed, and then let him in. Her ass squeezed his finger with a ferocious grip. He worked it in slowly, going from knuckle to knuckle. She whimpered and bit her arm to stifle the noise.
“I’ve never had this done to me before,” she said, shuddering from the sensation of being stretched.
“There’s a first time for everything,” he replied.
He twisted his finger inside her, feeling the ring of muscle twitch as it tightly clung to him. He leaned in and whispered, “Do you like that?” She nodded, barely able to speak.
He pulled out and pushed in again at a slow, steady pace. She rocked her hips back, meeting every thrust. Angelina’s eyes fluttered as she fucked her ass on his finger. Harry added a second finger, and she let out a high-pitched moan.
Her asshole stretched beautifully around his digits, and the contrast of his pale fingers against her brown skin was stark and obscene. He fingered her ass until she was panting and begging under her breath for more. He pulled his finger out and let her catch her breath.
Her panties dangled from her ankles, and her skirt was bunched at her waist. He admired the gorgeous heart shape of her ass. He ran his hand over it, caressing her curves. He reached down and wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck. He softly caressed her skin, which made her tremble. “On your knees,” he commanded.
She slid down without hesitation, her long legs folding gracefully beneath her. She kept her chin up, and her eyes were bright and lustful. Her soft lips were parted, and she was breathing rapidly. Harry pressed his thumb against her lips, and she opened wide, drawing it into her mouth. She sucked it and swirled her tongue around it while her gaze was locked on his. He felt a jolt of arousal at the sight. Her mouth felt incredible on his thumb, and he could only imagine what it would feel like on his cock. Harry suddenly realized that he didn’t have to imagine it. He withdrew his thumb with a pop.
“You know what to do,” he said.
She reached for his belt, and her nimble fingers made short work of the buckle. She yanked down the zipper, the backs of her knuckles brushing his cock through the fabric. She palmed and squeezed him gently, then tugged his trousers and boxers down in one go. His cock sprang up and smacked her under the chin.
Angelina’s lips stretched into an appreciative grin. “I told Katie you would be big.”
“I’m glad I didn’t disappoint,” he replied in a ragged voice.
She gripped him at the base and squeezed. She didn’t move for a moment, savoring the feeling of having a massive cock in the palm of her hand. She tugged on it a few times before dragging her tongue from the base to the tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum with a practiced flick of her tongue.
She kissed the head, then opened her mouth and swallowed him down. The heat of her mouth was incredible, and her tongue was wet and velvety-smooth. She bobbed her head and used her tongue to massage the underside, and she angled her eyes upward to watch his reaction.
Harry threaded his fingers in her hair and guided her speed and rhythm, urging her to go deeper. Angelina relaxed her throat and took him all the way until her nose pressed to his belly. She held him there, and her throat muscles flexed around his cock before pulling back and gasping for air. She caught her breath and then took him down her throat again. Her hands roamed his thighs and squeezed his dangling sack.
“Fuck, Angelina,” he exclaimed, groaning in pleasure.
She smiled around his cock and started to hum. The vibration sent a bolt of pleasure straight up his spine. She pulled back, and there was a line of saliva trailing from her lips to his cock. “You taste good,” she said, her voice thick with arousal.
He reached down, placed a finger under her chin, and tilted her face up. “Show me your tits,” he said.
She smiled, grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, and yanked it up and off in a single motion. She wore nothing underneath. Her braless breasts were round, heavy, and a bit wider than his palms. She had dark, wide areolas and nipples already stiff. He brushed his thumb over one, and she arched her back.
Angelina leaned in, wrapped her arms behind her back, and mashed her tits together, creating a deep, tantalizing cleavage. She slid his cock between her tits and bounced them up and down a few times, making him moan with pleasure. Angelina then closed her lips around the tip, smooshed her tits tightly around his shaft, and started to bob again.
Harry groaned and let her work. She switched between sucking and titfucking, alternating until he could barely stand. She looked up at him with mischievous eyes and said, “I bet you could fuck these for hours.”
“I might,” he moaned. “But first, I want you to finish worshipping my cock.”
She instantly obeyed and sucked him deep into her throat. Her hands squeezed his ass, and with a sly look, she broke contact and licked his balls, drawing them into her mouth one at a time. He nearly came down her throat.
She took him back into her throat, burying her nose against him, and he felt the surge coming. He grabbed her head and held her still, but she broke away at the last second, leaving him throbbing and dripping. He pulled her up by the hair. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and smiled.
“Was I punished enough?” she asked teasingly.
“Almost,” he said. “Get on the bed. Now.”
She bounded to her feet, and her tits shamelessly bounced around. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist, and she stepped out of her soaked panties. She climbed onto his bed on her hands and knees and arched her back. Her ass lifted into the air, and she wiggled it for him. He followed her onto the bed, his heart racing.
She was waiting for him with her back arched and her knees spread wide apart. Her pussy lips glistened with wetness, and he couldn’t wait to slip inside. Harry gripped her fleshy hips and squeezed possessively. She shuddered and looked back at him with a desperate stare.
“Are you ready?” he asked while stroking his cock
“I was ready the moment I saw you,” she lustfully replied, wiggling her ass for emphasis.
He lined himself up, dragged the head of his cock through her slick folds, then pressed forward. Her pussy instantly clamped down and hugged him tightly. Harry moaned as he pushed forward, sinking in slowly. Only a few seconds later, he was buried to the hilt. Her whole body jolted, and she choked out a gasping groan.
“It’s so big, Professor,” she moaned. Her pussy lips were stretched to their limit, and Harry could already feel her silky walls fluttering around his shaft.
He didn’t hold back for a second. Harry pounded into her pussy, using her hips for leverage. Her wide ass bounced and rippled against him with each smack of their skin. With every thrust, he watched his cock disappear into her folds and reappear, gleaming and sticky.
Angelina’s arms buckled, and she dropped to her elbows. Her back arched even more, pushing her ass higher. He leaned over her, pressed a hand to the middle of her back, and pinned her down. With his free hand, he reached under and cupped one of her tits. His fingers tweaked the nipple until it stood up even harder. She whimpered, twisting her face against the sheets, and moaned, “You’re stretching out my tight pussy. You’re going to ruin me.”
He chuckled, slowed his pace, and ground deep, letting her feel every inch of his cock. He pulled out nearly all the way, then plunged in again, drawing out a deep moan from her lips and a loud, wet squelch from her pussy. He smacked her ass with his palm and watched the skin ripple. “This pussy belongs to me now, and I can do whatever I want with it.”
She looked back at him, her lips wet and eyes glazed. “Then don’t stop.”
He fucked her hard, fast, and relentlessly. The wet smacking of their bodies echoed in the stone room, and her pussy gripped him tighter with each thrust, fluttering around his cock. Her moans grew louder and higher until they turned into a desperate cry. She came suddenly and violently, and her pussy clenched tightly and began to milk him. A torrent of pussy juice flooded over his cock, but he kept going, losing himself in the pleasure of her body.
He felt his own climax building rapidly. He pulled out, stroked himself, and aimed for her back. With a shudder, he came hard. Long, thick ropes of white cream splattered across the dark expanse of her skin, and it showed white against her light brown body.
Angelina twisted around and sat back on her heels. There was a wide, satisfied grin on her lovely face. She wiped her hand through the mess and sucked her fingers, licking them clean.
“I could get used to this type of detention,” she said, catching her breath.
Harry collapsed next to her. “It still isn’t over yet.”
She giggled happily and straddled his lap. She immediately began grinding her wet pussy against his cock, and it wasn’t long before it was rock-hard again. Harry had an entire week’s worth of stress to work out, and poor Angelina didn’t know what she was getting herself into.
Comments
Alun Lewis
Hmmm...wonder how soon the other Flying Foxes of Gryffindor will be experiencing Harry's fleshy beaters bat? 😉
