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Office Fun	By : Ronslady23 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 7958 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Pairing: Harry/Hermione/Sort of Ron

Warnings: It’s your basic threesome stuff but there is some lactation and water sports kink stuff going on so if that’s not your cup of tea please skip this chapter.

Reviews and concrit welcomed and thank you MulattoRose for your review.

An hour after breakfast on a sunny Saturday morning, Heracles- Ron and Hermione’s Great Grey Owl, gave Harry a note asking him to be at their house around 7 pm. Due to his eagerness for the evening’s events, the day seemed to be set to a snail’s pace.

Finally when dinner was over, Harry quickly showered, put on a pair of comfortable jeans and a t-shirt, laced up his trainers, and told Ginny he was going over to Ron’s for the evening. Ignoring her rolling eyes, Harry gave her and the children kisses and headed out.

At 7 o’clock sharp, Harry knocked at their door and nervously waited for someone to answer. A few seconds later it swung open and Ron and Hermione happily greeted him with chase kisses on the lips. Harry felt his cheeks burning at their open affection because they’d never treated him like that in front of each other before. He stepped inside the cozy house and allowed Ron to take his jacket and hang it on a rack.

As they walked further into the home, Harry realized how amazing they looked. Hermione was wearing a skirt suit that hugged her luscious curves and Ron looked dashing in a set of modern business robes. He glanced down at himself and felt severely under dressed in his homely attire.

“Umm… you two look wonderful. I didn’t know we were going out. Should I go back and change?” he asked.

“No Harry, you’re fine. Let’s go have drinks in the parlor.” Hermione said and led the way to the next room.

Harry helped Ron pour the spirits and handed Hermione a club soda. The three settled on the couch and talked, laughed, and giggled just like they always did when they were together.

Harry took another sip of his drink and noticed someone was missing.

“Where’s my Rosie Posie?” He inquired, thinking she was probably down for a nap.

“The in-laws are keeping her for the night.” Ron mentioned then he gave his wife a look and said, “Hey Hermione, could you go to the study and get that thing I wanted to show Harry?”

She nodded, gracefully stood up and left.

“What thing?” Harry asked curiously.

“You’ll see.” Ron gave him a mischievous grin and downed the rest of his beverage.

A moment later, Hermione called out to Harry from down the hall. “Could you come here please, I think I need your assistance. “

Harry gave Ron a questioning glance and he was given a non-comitial shrug in return.

He ambled down the hall and stopped short when he stepped up to the study, completely astounded by what he saw inside. Through some amazing feat of magic, the room had been transformed to look like a Hogwarts professor’s office, and sitting at the desk scribbling on a pad of parchment was Hermione wearing her hair in a severe bun.

“Don’t just stand there with your mouth open Mr. Potter, due come in.” she snapped with an air of irritation.

Harry stumbled in confused by her attitude and her usage of his surname and took a seat when she glared at him to do so with her eyes. She wrote a bit more then said, “What are your plans for the future?”

“My plans?” he asked even more confused.

“Yes, I hope you’re not opting to be an Auror or a Healer because judging by the terrible marks you’ve been making lately in your classes; you’ll be lucky if someone hires you to scrape the warts off a toad.”

Marks, class… Harry thought to himself and then a light bulb went off in his mind and he realized that they were role playing; he hated the moments when he was incredibly thick. He smiled to himself knowing that Ron must have orchestrated the whole thing.

Besides being a fun bloke and an amazing shag, his ginger friend had a wonderfully vivid imagination. Many times Harry was brought to the heights of the most soul-quaking orgasms thanks to Ron and his well thought out scenarios. Now that Hermione was in on the fun, he could tell it was going to be another one of those outstanding experiences.

“Well?” she huffed.

Harry had a quick decision to make; either he was going to be the frighten schoolboy who was willing to do anything to improve his marks or the smart-arse rebel who could give two shits about grades.

He sat back and replied, “I don’t know-I hear toad scraping is a pretty fun job.”

Hermione slammed her quill on the desk looking furious. “I’ve had enough cheek from you this semester Mr. Potter!” She quickly shifted her eyes up and shouted, “Mr. Weasley you’re late!”

Harry craned his neck and saw Ron standing at the door looking terrified.

“Sss-sorry Headmistress Granger just got off work.” He stammered. Harry was very impressed at his acting ability; no wonder the man was the best undercover agent in the whole Auror Department. Ron shuffled in and took a seat next to Harry and looked about nervously.

“Mr. Weasley as Mr. Potter’s guardian it’s your responsibility to serve as his role model. How can he ever learn to be a productive citizen if you’re showing him bad examples?” She spoke to him in a condescending manner. Harry was amazed by her acting skills as well. The two of them must have practiced the skit all day.

“I know Headmistress I’m sorry.” He put his head down.

“Now,” she said looking in Harry’s direction. “You’ve been warned all year about your abhorrent behavior and suffering grades and yet it seems you just do not care. I think we need to try a different more drastic method. Mr. Weasley, have you’ve been disciplining him at home?”

“Discipline from this guy?” Harry barked and let out a raucous laugh trying his hardest to channel his inner brat.

Ron gave an audible swallow and said, “Well, my wife normally puts him in his place but now that she’s left us, he’s been rather difficult to deal with.”

“I see… well we are just going to have to remedy this problem. Mr. Potter, you need to learn that there are consequences for your actions. Since your guardian has been weak at ensuring your obedience,” She gave Ron a loathing look when she stressed the word. “I will take it upon myself to help you. Now stand up, pull your trousers and pants down, bend forward, and hold on to the edge of my desk.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.” Harry said incredulously.

“No, I’m not. I think 20 turns with the ‘corrector’ will do wonders for you. Afterwards, if you’re remorseful and truly pledge to change, I’ll give you a nice incentive to help you strive to achieve excellence.”

Bloody hell that’s sexy. Harry thought as he felt his nether region stir. Damn Ron for exploiting his secret kink. A few years ago, the two men had discovered Harry’s penchant for punishment, but it was an activity they rarely engaged in because weals and bruises brought too much attention in the locker room; now that that element of discovery was no longer an issue, Harry could indulge in it to his heart’s content.

He looked at his ‘guardian’ with pleading eyes and Ron said, “Best do what the Headmistress says son.”

Harry sighed and ‘reluctantly’ stood up, pulled his clothes down, and gripped the desk trying hard to stay in character and hide the shaky excitement that thrummed through his veins. He could have drawn it out and acted like a little Shit-head, but he was ready to get to it.

“Remember Mr. Potter, I’m only doing this because you have so much potential and I want you to succeed when you go out into the cruel world.” Hermione stood and slowly rounded her desk and stood behind him. He stopped himself from moaning when she stroked her small soft hands down his lower back and let a few of her fingers tease his cleft. She gently grabbed his hips and pulled him backwards until he was completely bent forward and she pulled away.

He tried to look over his shoulder to see what was going on behind him but she yelled for him to stay still.

For a long while it was silent and Harry found the anticipation absolutely exhilarating. Not knowing when the strike would come caused a nervous energy to build that wouldn’t allow him to stay still. He twitched and fretted and just as a cold sweat rolled down his spine, he heard a familiar whistling noise cut through the air.

Harry tensed- ready for the magical spark that never failed to ignite his libido and when the blow landed he felt like he was on fire. He grit his teeth and let out a tight groan as his semi-flaccid manhood immediately became engorged with blood. Squeezing the desk until his knuckles whitened, Harry closed his eyes and took delight in the stinging on his skin.

“Count them.” Hermione’s cold yet compassionate voice danced in his head.

“One,” Harry whispered and before he could brace himself for another hit, the wind whistled and a sharper sting graced his skin.

“One what?” she asked viciously.

“One ma’am,” Harry sniffled and put his head down trying not to show his wonderment at Hermione because she never ceased to amaze him; not only was she a sexy squirter but she also had a bit of a dominatrix streak.

Damn Ron is a lucky bloke, he thought.

The strikes continued at various strengths and intervals that completely left Harry breathless and unable to predict the next swing. Vaguely, he wondered which of the two brandished the switch because some of the harder shots had a bit of power behind them. Harry’s shuttered at the arousing thought of his two friends handing the switch to one another as they took turns on him.

He gasped and stammered as the numbers got higher and he felt a thick trail of precome seep down his cock. Finally after the last hard whack, he fell forward legs quivering and yelled, “20 ma’am!”

Harry panted and tried to catch his breath as he reveled in the pain that radiated from his glowing globes. He smiled picturing the welts and various shades of bruises that covered his arse and winced when Hermione returned her gentle hands to him.

“You did very well.” She whispered tenderly, almost breaking out of the character she portrayed.

“Have you learned your lesson?” she asked retuning to the stern performance.

“Yes ma’am.” Harry moaned.

“Do you promise to improve your marks and behave while at school?” she trailed the tips of her fingers over his sensitive red skin.

“Yesss ma’am.” He hissed.

“Wonderful, now I can reward you for your assurance for change.” She said with a twinge of desperation to her tone.

She turned him around, carted her fingers through his unruly hair, and brought him into a searing kiss. Harry urgently licked at her lips begging for entry and when she opened, the two friends-turned-lovers devoured each other and the role-playing officially ended.

Harry was so hot and randy for her that he began to strip off her clothes; ripping her shirt and jacket completely off and pulling her skirt and knickers down in one go. Suddenly Ron came up behind her to help remove her legs from the tangle of clothes and shoes; Harry took the opportunity to pull his shirt over-head and kick himself free of his jeans, trainers, pants, and socks.

At the same moment the two were liberated from their garments and Harry drank in the beautiful sight that was Hermione. Her soft brown eyes, cupid-bow lips, heavy breasts, rounded belly teaming with life, wide hips, perky arse, and hidden thatch of sparse curls was driving him wild with desire. He wished he could take it slow and worship every inch of her body with his hands and tongue, but the whipping she gave him was his Spanish Fly and its effects had just kicked in.

He pulled her into his arms and completely ravished her. He sucked and bit at her flesh so much that a constellation of purple and red passion marks was starting to form on her exposed neck and chest. A few times he was over-come with the primal urge to throw her on the floor and have his way with her, but a little voice in the back of his head forbade it and reminded him that she was pregnant.

The whole time Harry busied himself with the gorgeous woman; Ron stood- still fully clothed, a few meters away and watched them with a fiery lustful intensity.

Harry wondered why his mate didn’t join them, but when Hermione squeezed his sore bum hard with her dainty hands, Harry’s body screamed at him to take her now!

His frantic sex-driven mind looked around the room for a place to lay them down, but his only options were the floor or the desk and since they were already leaning on it, the desk won. Remembering pregnant women weren’t supposed to lay completely flat on their backs; Harry decided to be on bottom. It also gave her more control and stopped him from pounding her into oblivion.

As he sat down and drew her toward him, Ron pulled out his wand and started casting a series of spells. The desk became considerably lower and softened like a bed and Harry heard the other man place a balancing and stabilizing charm on his wife.

Harry eagerly lay down and beckoned her with a finger. Hermione seductively crawled towards him, breasts swinging, and straddled his thighs. Believing that they’d had enough foreplay, Harry held his rock hard cock up and smoothed it against her glistening nether lips and clitoris. She shivered and rolled her hips forward; pushing a bit of his head into her. The two did this a few more times, until Hermione lifted herself up and began to slowly slide down his thick shaft.

Harry felt his eyes rolling in the back of his head due to the constriction and wetness of his best friend’s opening.

“Sweet Circe,” He gasped clutching at her hips. Her cunt was so tight it felt like a pair of lips was sucking him down. He wondered how the hell she managed to be that way with such a well endowed husband as Ron.

When she bottomed out, she wiggled her hips and began to lightly bounce. Harry stroked his hands across her pudgy belly and was mesmerized by her pretty face, slapping tits, and dripping puss.

He quickly discovered how much of a talented shag she was because she did things to his cock that was out of this world. Instead of just riding him like a boring chore, she gripped him with her silky walls and fucked him like no woman had before. Harry felt his resolve crumbling as his bollocks tingled- signaling that he was close to the edge. Determined not to come before she did, Harry grabbed her hips to cease her movements for a few seconds, and then set the pace to his advantage.

Hermione moaned and squirmed on top of him as he used his feet for leverage and took some of the control away by driving his pelvis up into her.

Ron came into view over her shoulder, knelled behind her, and crammed himself into the small space between Harry’s bent knees. Harry sighed when he felt his mate caress his thighs with his callused fingers.

“Gods you two look perfect like this.” Ron said in a dazed voice, sounding like a person who’d just had their ultimate wish finally granted.

The ginger man tutted loudly, “Shame on you Harry for shagging my wife with my baby inside her.” He placed his hands possessively on her bouncing stomach.

Harry and Hermione moaned in unison preparing for the dirty talk that was about to ensue.

“So how is it? Is she everything I described her to be?” Ron slid his hands to join Harry’s at her hips.

“Aren’t these nice and wide?” he lowered his fingers down and fondled them where their genitals met; causing a surge of pleasure to bolt down both their spines.

“Isn’t this,” Ron slipped a lone digit in beside Harry’s plunging cock, eliciting another moan, “nice and slick?”

He finger fucked them for a few moments before he roamed his hands upwards; Harry wished he could have licked the gleaming trail his finger left behind.

“And these…” he said rubbing and petting her breasts. “These are my favorite because they can do a neat little trick.”

Ron squeezed her tits and twin jets of milk squirted from her erect nipples and warmly streamed onto Harry.

“Holy fuck,” Harry said breathlessly so turned on by the wetness on his chest that he started to drive himself harder into Hermione’s clenching heat. Ron squeezed her again, and another jet of milk rained down on his neck and chin, and a few drops landed on his lower lip. Harry quickly darted his tongue out to taste a bit of her sweet nectar.

Just like before, her body began to tense due to her imminent orgasm and Harry was grateful because due to Ron’s ministrations, he was barely holding on to his load.

Ron pinched and pulled her nipples and Hermione stiffened, suddenly her walls began to rhythmically ripple along Harry’s length as her climax struck. He held her tight as she took her pleasure and was wonderfully rewarded by a warm gush of fluid that flowed from her- soaking his pelvis and bollocks, leaking down the crevasse of his inner thighs, and pooling in the cleft of his arse.

“Come Harry.” Ron said in a harsh whisper. Harry felt a rough finger probe at his back entrance and when it breeched him, the redhead yelled, “Come inside her!”

At that moment, Harry thrust deeply within and exploded with Ron and Hermione’s names on his lips. He shot five ropes of pearly white seed into her womb and lazily grinded his hips while the last vestiges of her orgasm milked his wilting cock.

Exhausted, Hermione slumped against her husband as Harry panted beneath. Ron wrapped his arms around her, rocked gently, and murmured sweet inaudible words into her ear. He lowered his large freckled hand and rubbed her belly; Harry was so touched by the tenderness his two best mates shared that he wanted to be a part of it too and shyly raised his hand to join Ron’s.

The three friends looked into each other’s eyes and savored the intimate moment they shared forever.

Ron helped to bring Hermione down, and they all piled up in the shower. They took turns washing each other up and Harry gave Ron a breath-taking blowjob on the tiled loo floor.

Harry slid on his under pants and one of Ron’s old t-shirts and lay in the master bed with Hermione fast asleep cuddled in his back and Ron snuggling his front.

“Today was unforgettable.” He whispered to a barely-awake Ron.

“I know.” The larger man yawned.

“How long did you two plan this?”

“We worked it out last night-I told Hermione how you liked to be spanked and we brainstormed a way to make it happen.”

“You two really are too kinky for your own good. So let me guess, the reason your character was acting so edgy was because the ‘Headmistress’ was really his secret lover and her domination of his ‘ward’ was turning him on?”

“Bingo. We had the whole thing planned to head in that direction, but when she kissed you and I saw your reaction; I figured she couldn’t handle two randy bastards at the same time in her current delicate condition, so to avoid accidently hurting her, I decided to sit this one out.”

Harry frowned, “I’m really sorry I got so carried away that you couldn’t join us.” He said earnestly.

“It’s been a fantasy of mine to watch Hermione take someone else on and you did a spectacular job at gobbling me off, so please don’t worry about it.” Ron yawned again and Harry knew his mate would be asleep in seconds.

“Well, after the baby comes, I promise Hermione and I will come up with something wonderful to make it up to you.” Harry said stretching his arm behind him to rest it on

Hermione’s hip and nuzzled his head into Ron’s shoulder.

The last thing he heard before Ron’s heavy breathing transitioned to light snores was, “I’m looking forward to it.”
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