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Candy	By : TheDarkWonker Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 297694 -:- Recommendations : 19 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Madame Rosmerta was a witch well over her forties but who still retained much of her youthful beauty.

Serving drinks and food at the Three Broomsticks she was rather well known by the students and she was often found engaging in conversations with some of the oldest students during Hogsmeade weekends.

She also happened to be a lonely woman who lost her husband in the first Wizarding war. Sometimes, when she felt lonelier than usual she sought solace in the embrace of a seventh year.

Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. It didn’t matter much the house so long as they were attractive and gentle with her. She enjoyed the sex, but the thing she craved for was some human warmth.

Things went like that for years. Some of her lovers, upon returning to Hogsmeade for a reason or another, often with their wives, reversed a special kind of smile for her. It was heartwarming that someone held the memory of a few short nights even years afterward.

That was the kind of thing she was looking for. The secret romance that warmed the heart.

Until things started to chance.

She couldn’t tell exactly when it started, only that it did. She was nice on the eye, and the visiting students never tried to hide their wandering gazes. Sometimes she even made a point to show a little more cleavage when serving a drink, or adding a little more sway to her hips when she walked away.

Just a little harmless fun. At worst the boy subject of her teasing would spend some time alone in the bathroom thinking of her.

So how did things change so drastically?

At one point she began eyeing the passing students, sizing them up. When she played her tricks on them, leaving them with a barely concealed erection she couldn’t just dismiss the thought of what they would do once alone.

She had to snuck in the back room and relieve herself, thinking about this or that young boy wanking in a toilet as he dreamed to bend her over a table and fuck her rough.

It was like she was a teenager again. All in all it wasn’t so bad, but she found herself teasing her underage customers more often, and consequently having to masturbate with increased frequency. Thankfully there was never that many customer and with magic she could make up for the time lost in her new hobby. She stopped wearing panties beneath her long gown as they just ended up drenched (and in the way of her release) every time.

It wasn’t too much of a bother, save for the fact that arousing male teenager without wearing her underwear made her feel even kinkier.

Soon enough she learned how to deal with this new routine, but that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Having learned how to enjoy her body more, getting used to her fantasies was a major setback. She needed something kinkier to work with.

The lack of underwear actually helped in that regard.

One day, after making another boy squirm in his seat, instead of going to the backroom she sat behind her counter with a bored expression on her face. However she was anything but bored.

With her heart thumping madly in her chest she lifted her skirt all the way to her hips. Her wet, juicy cunt would have been in full sight of every customer if it wasn’t for the cover offered by the wooden couter.

It would only take some to lean on it a little to enjoy the spectacle she was putting on, and the knowledge of that sent another wave of arousal to her womanhood.

Keeping a straight face as she dug her finger pussy was the hardest thing she ever did in her entire life. The sloppy sounds from her vagina were thankfully covered by the chatter of the patrons, but it would have taken very little for her to be exposed.

What would happen then? Would they shout at her? Would they call her as the bitch in heat she was acting as?

Would they bend her over the counter and have their way with her, in full sight of the rest of her customers?

That though was enough to make her clamp her legs around her hand, as her cunt sucked her fingers greedily in one of the most mind-wrecking orgasm of her entire life. Her juices drenched the stool she was sitting on.

It took her a couple of minutes to stop trembling and stand on her feet, hastily making her way to the back room. Closing and sealing the door behind her with all manners of locking and privacy charms.

Reassured of the fact that no one could hear her in there, she lifted her skirt to her mouth and while she held it with her teeth she resumed the previous activity with renewed vigor.

It felt incredible. Her wide spread legs were covered in her fluids all the way to her heels. She had never been so wet, never been so hot.

With a hand busy fingering her pussy she used to other to poke her swollen clit. Her hips jerked forward when the bundle of nerves was stimulated and the pleasure echoed in her already drenched cunt.

More, she needed more. Her fingers weren’t enough to satisfy her at the point.

Eyeing a still tapped bottle of butterbeer she made her decision and snagged it away from the its crate. The coldness of the glass was somewhat uncomfortable but her overheated cunt rejoiced at the size and stiffness of the bottle.

Up and down, up and down, up and down. Handling the bottle was a little tricky since it was covered in her slippery juices but she HAD to go faster.

Merlin, how knew that a simple bottle of butterbeer could feel that good? Who knew that acting like a horny slut could make her feel that hot?

Maybe she should go out there and show everyone exactly how she was using that particular beverage? She wondered if that cute fourth year would like to drink it as it dripped from her cunt and legs.

“Hnnnn,” she moaned through the cloth stuffed in her mouth as the second orgasm of the day racked her body. Her cunt tightened so much around the pleasure-giving bottle it didn’t fall on the floor when she used both hands to squeeze her breast tightly.

Her body shook, trembled and quivered for an entire minute, until her knees gave in and she slid against the door all the way to the ground, bottle still tightly trapped inside her cunt.

It was amazing. Amazing. She never knew there was such pleasure in the world.

Was there more? Would she feel more pleasure if she was more daring? Would her pussy feel more good if she acted a little – just a little – more like a slut?

It was worth a try. Just a little. It wasn’t like anyone would be harmed, right?

She stood and recomposed herself, but almost didn’t notice the bottle still stuck in her pussy. She considered it for a moment and then grinned.

She would leave it there. It would make walking a little more awkward, and she’d have to keep her legs tight all the time and if it fell, perhaps in the middle of the pub, well that was bound to give someone a few interesting thoughts.

Straightening her skirt she returned to her duties. Fun or not she had drinks and foods to serve, and she made her customers wait long enough. Perhaps she could bring some of those delicious candies Professor Snape gave her to try.

Yes, that sounded like a good idea. In fact she might just have another one herself.

As she went about her business she never paid any attention to the striking blue eyes of the fourth year Ravenclaw, sitting by herself in a corner.

Very few paid any attention to her, but she… she looked at everything and everyone very carefully.

Leaving the money for her food and drinks on the table she stood and left. She had an important decision to make.

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AN: A little bonus chapter I wrote to introduce Luna. It’s mostly to show that Severus plans are already spreading outside the castle, and for some kinky solo play.

More on Rosmerta as the story continues.

Next: Luna confronts Harry.
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