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Harry Potters Black Book	By : BlackBook Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 174082 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Sorry for the long delay, 1 more chapter coming after this one then I need to find my muse again.

Harry slipped out the door of the Three Broomsticks behind a trio of surly looking wizards, undoubtedly annoyed by the influx of students caused by the Hogsmead weekend. He had initially come with Ron to pick up some supplies from Honeydukes and then grab a butterbeer with Bill who was in town for the day.

However the moment Harry and Ron had claimed a table to wait for Bill at, Romilda Vane had occupied one of the empty seats next to Harry and, just as Ron was going to tell her he was saving it for his brother, Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones had pulled up two seats of their own.

Feeling slightly trapped, Harry was already planning his escape when he felt Romilda’s hand under the table slide up his leg and squeeze his package. He had been about to make a break for it and go talk to Professor Slughorn who had just entered with Professor Flitwick and another wizard when Ron called out across the bar “Bill” waving his hand.

Seeing Bill Weasley pushing his way cross the crowded bar to them Harry stood up pushing his chair back and knocking away Romilda’s hand, which had been starting to get a rise out of him. “I’ll go grab a round shall I?” Harry said not waiting for a response, he shook hands with Bill, gesturing that he should take his seat while he slipped up to the bar, feeling the girls eyes on him the whole way.

“Heya Harry.”

Harry spun to face Cho Chang standing at the bar next to him, and with her was Marietta Edgecombe.

“Hey Cho, how’s it going?” He asked wondering who else could possibly be in here today.

“NEWT year.” Cho said with a sigh.

Harry glanced back at Marietta, wondering if she had told anyone about their late night study session. “Yeah I hear it can be… hard”

“Makes me wish for the good old days of Umbridge.” Cho joked.

“Yeah those were the days; maybe we can get her as a substitute.” He retorted, looking for yet another out.

Kismet seemed to be on his side today, as when the barkeep handed over Cho and Marietta’s order, he dropped one of the mugs and spilled butterbeer down the front of the bar causing everyone to jump back and letting Harry slip into the crowd by the door.

So Harry found himself standing by himself on the front porch of the Three Broomsticks wondering what to do next. He and Ron and done their shopping before coming to see Bill, his bag still sitting by his chair at the table of bygone pussy.

Deciding that he may as well get a drink rather than head back into the castle, he walked past the centre of town, and turning off at the Owl Office, headed down one of the dead end streets.

Looking through a grubby window and seeing the place wasn’t very busy, Harry walked into the Hogshead, He hadn’t been here since last year, when he had organised the DA with Hermione’s help. The place looked the same as ever, he even recognised some of the guests from his last time here, and wondered how many bad decisions he’s have to make in his life before this place became his regular drinking establishment.

Taking a seat at the bar he signalled to the barman who was chatting to one of the locals down the other end of the bar “Firewhiskey” Harry said.

The old man looked at him for a long moment before snorting to himself. He pulled down a bottle of amber liquid from the bar behind him, and poured a half shot into a semi clean glass. “Not holding another meeting here are ya?” he asked gruffly, putting the bottle back on the rack with a dozen other bottles.

“Not this time.” Harry said and running his thumb along the rim of the shot glass, trying to at least partly clean it, knocked back the shot. The liquid burned the whole way down, his urge was to cough it back up and shake his head but he managed to settle for closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. After a moment the painful burning stopped and he could feel a blazing warmth drop from his stomach down to his feet then slowly rise.

Just as he was about to motion for another the barkeep dropped a bottle of butterbeer down in front of him before walking back down to the customer he had been serving.

Another customer came in and took the seat next to him, the barkeep slid down a bottle of what Harry recognised as mead without being asked.

“Not the usual hang out for Hogwarts students.” The new customer said in lieu of an introduction.

“Regular bar is a bit crowded for my tastes today.” He said turning on his stool, the new comer was a woman in early middle age, dark brown hair done up into an elaborate hairdo, with very well done makeup. Her robes didn’t look especially new, although they were well cut.

“Yes I saw walking past.” She said offering her hand “Andromeda Tonks”

Harrys managed to smoother his surprise, he had heard about the black sheep of the Black family, or the other Black sheep he supposed, from Sirius and Tonks. She had supposedly cut most of her ties with the wizarding world after her family disowned her for marrying a muggle born wizard.

“Harry Potter.” He said shaking her hand.

“Yes I know, I have heard quite a bit about you from my daughter.” She replied with a smile, she was really a very attractive which, a more wholesome look than either of her sisters. She leaned towards Harry slightly “Why just the other day she was telling me how you fac- *BANG* Andromeda jumped back at the sudden noise, almost slipping off her stool.

Harry had slammed his empty shot glass down on the bar upside down and was leaning down, looking between his fingers.

Seeing that everyone in the bar was looking at him and he had startled Andromeda he ducked his head “Sorry, bug” he said looking down at his upturned glass again.

“Excuse me.” He said to Andromeda, and slipping a coaster under the lip of his glass, he picked it up and walked down the bar to the door marked bathroom. Shouldering it open, he flipped the lock on it. The bathroom of the Hogshead was as dirty as the bar was itself, a single flush toilet, looking to have last been cleaned when Dumbledore was still a student, and a wash basin with brown and yellow lime stains running down from the perpetually dribbling tap. A small window high on the wall cast a sorry beam of light into the room.

Stepping into the centre of the dark wooden floor Harry swept the coaster away from under his glass and flicked it down at the floor. A small dark beetle tumbled out of the glass and hit the floor with a surprisingly loud clack, before it had time to bounce a second time it shifted in less than a second into the crouched form of a Blond, bespectacled woman in dark blue robes in her mid-thirties.

“Hello Rita.” Harry said his wand in his hand.

“You don’t have to be so rough Harry; it’s no way to treat a lady.” Rita said standing up and adjusting her robes. They had twisted around her as she transformed while still in motion, the neckline pulling open and twisting around her a bit, Harry could see the top edge of a lacy black bra.

Rita saw him looking at her as she adjusted her robes, straightening them out she left the top open and with a predatory smile took a step closer to him “Oh Harry that hurts, after all I did for you last year.”

“I believe I was the one helping you out Rita, you hadn’t written anything for a year until we threw you a bone.” Harry mocked, Rita wasn’t nearly so intimidating now he wasn’t a fourth year trying to convince the world he wasn’t a cheat, also being the Chosen One helped his public perception.

“And a very nice bone it was to Harry.” She said with a wink, she sauntered over to him, putting almost an obscene amount of sway into her hips as she did. “You wouldn’t have any more stories for me would you Harry?”

“I might have been more inclined to answer if I hadn’t just caught you stalking and eavesdropping on me. “ He said looking her in the eye, not giving her the satisfaction of glancing down her robe.

“Just a girl trying to make a living Harry.”

“I’d hate to think what you do to make a living Rita, how long had you been following me?” Harry asked.

“Well you see Harry, there I was, just hanging about in the Three Broomsticks, when I see the boy hero himself walk in. Thinking of just how much I missed out times together I thought I’d stop by and see how you were going, but seeing those lovely you ladies sit with you.” Rita said placing a finger on his cheek and sliding it down “I thought I’d hang about and see what the latest Hogwarts gossip was. I do miss it from my time there.”

“And what exactly did you see and hear Rita?” Harry asked through gritted teeth, suddenly worried about what trouble she may cause.

“Oh I couldn’t hear much, that’s why I followed you when you left that lovely little Brunet who seemed to be very… close with you. “ She said with a grin.

“Look Rita, this isn’t like two years ago, you go printing stuff like that and people get hurt, people get hurt and next time I don’t drop you on the floor, I drop you in a toilet and flush.” He said stepping into her space.

“Oh Harry, so protective, no wonder the girls seem to be falling over themselves to get at you. I heard the most interesting rumour about you the other day as well, disappearing from a party with a certain Quiddich player… makes me think I should have paid closer attention to you during the tournament and not Krum.”

“Like you need the facts or the truth to start printing anything.” He scoffed.

“Oh come now Harry, you’ll hurt my feelings.”

“You need to have heart to have feelings Rita.” He said his eyes glancing down her top by their own accord.

Rita couldn’t help but smirk, men were always so easy “Come on Harry help a girl earn an honest living will you? I haven’t said anything about you and all these rumours I have been hearing, why you should of heard what I heard while waiting in the bathroom of the Three Broomsticks, the things those broom closet’s must have seen huh? Why it makes a girl get all hot just thinking about it.” She said grasping the low collar of her robe and waving it as if to get some air.

“It would be best if you didn’t listen to rumours Rita, we wouldn’t want anyone finding out about any of your secrets.” Harry said unable to stop himself from looking at Rita fanning herself.

“How about we make a deal Harry, you give me some juicy gossip about what happened between you and our new Minister at the start of the year, and I help you out.” She said stopping her fanning but leaving her collar open.

“Why would I do that Rita, you know what I can do to you if you try to print anything on me or my friends, there isn’t anything I need from you.” He said staring her down, he was in fact interested to see where she would take this, she was about as old as Gwen, although while not as fit, she was far more made up, with makeup and hairdo, along with what looked like a decent tan.

“Come on Harry, surely you can spare a comment for an old friend? Wouldn’t you like me writing about the Ministry rather than you?” She pleaded. While not as run down as she had looked last year after a year of forced silence, Rita was still obviously hurting from their censor of her. “Surely you want the people to know if they should trust their new minister, or maybe you’d like to tell me what happened between you and Fudge at the end of last year. I’m sure we could come to some… arrangement” She practically purred at Harry, thrusting her chest forward and licking her lips.

While the idea of shagging the woman who had smeared himself and others during their fourth year was vile, the idea of having her on her knees in front of him, actually having to work for a story, was enough to offset it.

Harry smirked at the woman in front of him, practically begging to service him for a lead on a story; he let his eyes stay down her robe which was still open wide. “Well why don’t you show me some investigative journalism then.”

Rita grinned up at Harry, and with an exaggerated motion pulled out her wand, and whipping it across Harrys body she cause every clasp in his robe to come undone and the front to fly open. Not being a school day he was only wearing a plane black t-shirt underneath along with black cotton boxers.

Rita stepped forward, managing to put an almost unnatural amount of sway into her hips as she did, stopping just in front of Harry she placed both her hands flat on his chest, and with a final smile that showed absolutely no innocence, lowered herself down, letting her hands slide down his front before coming to rest on his hips.

Licking her lips, she leaned towards the waist band of his boxers, and managing to grab them in her teeth, pulled them down with her mouth, once past his thighs, she let them go, dropping them down to his feet where he kicked them off under the sink.

Rita kissed Harrys leg just above his right knee where she had let go of his boxers, and then proceed to draw her tongue along his inner leg until she came to his cock. Harry was still soft, while enjoying the look down Rita’s top and her kneeling in front of him; it took a bit more than that to get him hard now.

Rita tilted her head looking at his flaccid member before coming to her decision and again not using her hands which had slid around him to grab his arse, leaned forward and rather than taking his cock in her mouth, she took his balls. His cock beginning to harden was draped across her face, resting on the cool lense of her glasses, while she gentle played with his balls, her lips gently holding them in her mouth as her tongue rolled them in her mouth. As she tilted her head to the other side, causing his cock to flop across her nose and gently slap her on the check he could briefly feel teeth on his sack and grunted. Rita looked up at him, his cock now hard enough to be bouncing between her face and his, smiled and gently pressed her teeth into him again only to pull back.

“If that’s the best you got Rita, you won’t be writing anything for a long time.” Harry said looking down at the blond bespectacled reporter.

“Oh what’s the matter Harry, don’t like it rough? I guess not all the rumours I hear are true after all.” She teased, and pulling him forward with her hands still on his arse, opened her mouth wide and passing her lips over his mostly hard cock, and in one smooth motion, took his entire length in her mouth. Harry could feel the end of his cock hit the roof of her mouth before sliding back deeper, when Rita had the entire length in her mouth she moved from side from side to side while pulling him forward and pressing her nose into his dark brush of hair, seemly trying to take even more of him in.

She slowly pulled back, her lips and tongue tight and hot against his cock, as she got back up to his knob he felt her tongue work around it before she again plunged down on him, not hesitating the slightest when his cock hit the back of her mouth.

Harry could feel his cock now fully hard in her mouth, as she went from playing with his knob to seemingly trying to swallow his whole cock he could feel her tongue working along his shaft. Dropping one of her hands from his arse where she had been holding him in place she reached down, and just like Romilda had, gently held his balls, rolling them gently in her fingers.

Having had more than a few blow jobs in the last few weeks Harry found himself comparing Rita, while she certainly gained points for technique, he hesitated to think how much practice she had had at it. Hannah had been his first and he had barely been able to last long enough to enjoy it, Romilda had had fantastic technique, bringing him to his end faster than anyone, but Pansy had sucked his cock with a passion and gusto that the other girls just hadn’t, like the one thing she truly wanted in the world at that moment was to be sucking his cock, and it was intensely erotic. Rita seemed to be a rather more experienced Romilda, all technique but no passion.

Harry stepped back as Rita was again sucking his knob causing his cock to slip out of her mouth, although she managed to keep to loose grip on his balls.

“’Rita, I expected something a little more inspired, do you need to get that quill of yours to give you some ideas.” He mocked her. He felt the hand grasping his balls tighten a little as Rita arched an eyebrow up at him.

“Well aren’t you the cocky one.” She said again tightening her grip on his balls. “Seems as if Dumbledore’s little golden boy has a bit more experience than I thought.”

“Or maybe you’re just not as good as you think.” Harry said vindictively, enjoying paying her back for what she said in his fourth year.

Rita stood from her place on the floor and resting one of her hands on her hip as the other played with her neck line she looked at Harry, standing half naked in front of her and laughed. “I think you’ll regret saying that.”

She snapped her finger and the font of her robe feel open and Harry’s eyebrows shot up, partly from the impressive charm (Which he again was curious just how much she used) and party due to what it revealed.

Harry thought Rita was somewhere in her mid or late thirties, he was never great at guessing ages, but similar to Romilda, she had a firm tight body without being overly muscular like Gwen had been. A nice tan that ran across her body hidden only by her lingerie, Black lace straps and trim supported leopard print silk bra and panties. Her bra supported a very good sized chest, in her robes it had been hard to tell, but she seemed to give even Hannah’s legendary D’s a run for their money. Harry also noticed that her nipples were showing hard even through the leopard print of her bra.

Rita slipped off the robe that had still been hanging on her shoulders, and taking another step closer to Harry licked one of her fingers, and trailing it down her front, made her bra come apart at the front, the black lace and leopard print snapping away as if only magic had been able to help them hold back for massive chest. Standing a pace away from Harry, Rita raised her hands above her head, causing her breasts to bounce slightly as she stood on her toes, and slowly spun around on the spot in front of him.

Her panties which only covered a small triangle of skin on her front, barely big enough to cover her, tapered down to a thin strap of black lace around the sides, and as she spun so he could check out her arse, saw that it didn’t cover her at all like the panties his other girls had had, her little black lace strap seemed to dip down into her bum, all but disappearing before tucking around between her legs. Harry also noticed that unlike Romilda who had been as tanned as Rita was, Rita had absolutely no tan line, on her breasts of bum, again leading Harry to wonder exactly what the story with Rita was.

Coming around full circle Rita dropped back down to her feet causing her breasts to again bounce. Then grabbing Harry by the hand, lead him over to the toilet, and knocking the lid down with her foot, pushed him down so he was sitting on it, staring directly into her chest. Reaching up with one of his hands, he grabbed one of her breasts and gave her a squeeze, while all the girls he’d had, had vastly different sized chests, he found they all felt similar, just the size and nipples varying. Rita’s however seemed to be to be much firmer than anyone else, his fingers finding a resistance he had never felt before and bouncing back from his touch. And unlike Hannah’s, who had been almost as large but had drooped significantly when out of her bra, Rita’s were still up and together. Harry wondered if she had actually charmed her own breasts, or like he had heard Dudley and Piers talking about last summer, gotten fake breasts.

Rita smiled down at Harry playing with her chest, her smile conveying none of the usual emotions that go with a smile. Bending over at the waist she pressed her chest into Harrys face, and gripping the cistern behind him, shook her shoulders causing her breasts to slap him repeatedly in the face, knocking his glasses off and causing them to fall to the floor. She then pressed himself into him, his face almost disappearing in her chest, the hot flesh soothing after being slapped by them.

Dropping down in front of him she brushed his hands off her chest, and again taking him in her mouth gave him a few slow strokes with her mouth, working her tongue slowly over him, before pulling back. Leaning forward into him as he sat astride the dirty toilet, she placed her hands on his thighs, and shaking her shoulders to make her breasts shake, pressed into him.

Harry looked down to see his cock press in between her breasts as she leaned into him, his knob sliding up her chest. Rita adjusted her position, scooting forward on her knees and letting go of Harry’s legs, grabbed her breasts in her hands, and pressing them together squeezed them around Harrys cock.

Harry looking down at her saw her breasts engulf his cock, only his knob showing between them pointing up at her face. Shimmying once more, Rita, her hands still pressing her breasts around his cock, started rubbing them along his cock, his knob briefly disappearing between the soft firm flesh of her breasts before being squeezed out again as she dropped them down. Every so often she would stop to change her grip and give her breasts a shake around his cock.

Harry leaned back on the toilet, thinking the disgusting environment they were in oddly fitting for a place to fuck Rita Skeeter in. He started to thrusting into her, as much as he could from his sitting position as she continued to titty fuck him, either she noticed his action or picked up the pace herself, because Harry could feel her grip on him tighten as she picked up the pace. Looking down he saw her working her breasts along his shaft, her face pointed down watching his cock in her breasts. Harry could feel his end coming but tried to hold back for as long as he could, tensing up and holding his position as she continued to squeeze his cock between her bronzed mounds of hot perfection.

Not able to stop himself any longer Harry untensed and came, Looking down he saw his load shoot out the end of his cock just as it appeared from between her breasts and hit her in the face, causing her to freeze, although still holding his cock in her breasts, the second stream of cum followed the first and hit her face again before she pulled back, the rest of his load landing on her breasts and chest as his orgasm ran out. Harry looked up from his cock where the last of his load dribbled out of his cock onto her breasts, to where Rita was looking at him, a streamer of white cum across one of the lenses of her glasses and across her forehead into her hair, the other had hit her across the nose and down to her chin, probably getting her as she pulled back.

Looking up at Harry Rita didn’t look too pleased, although as she stared up at him, her tongue appeared between her lips and ran around her mouth, licking off the cum that had landed there not breaking eye contact or changing her less than please expression.

Harry couldn’t help but grin at Rita, his cum plastered across her face and in her hair, a drop of it hanging off her chin. He gestured down to his cock still held between her breasts “There’s more if you want.” He said with a smile.

Rita gave no reaction at all as she looked up at Harry, his cum still covering one of the lenses of her glasses. Then without looking away from him, lowered her head and took the end of his cock in his mouth and sucked the cum off it.

Harry actually laughed out loud, the image of Rita sucking his cock clean, while still looking slightly pissed at him for cumming on her face was just too much.

“Well I think that’s got me a story hasn’t it?” Rita asked, his cock barely an inch from her mouth.

“Oh I think I could Russel up a quote or two for you.” He said reaching down and giving her breasts another squeeze, trying to avoid his own cum covering them. “But how about an exclusive?” He said squeezing her hard in his hand, feeling her nipple between his fingers.

Rita flinched at his rough handling “An exclusive interview with the Chosen One… that’s front page stuff Harry.” She said with a wicked grin. Its effect both heightened and lessened by his cum on her.

“Front page? Well that’s a pretty big deal; we’ll have to come up with something very special for it.” He offered teasingly.

Rita again had her chilling smile, and running her finger down her chin, wiped off Harrys cum before sucking her finger, looking up at Harry speculatively. Glancing down at his cock, now soft and resting on top of his legs, she stood up from where she had been crouching in front of him and stood up, still only dressed in her all but non-existent panties, the tiny triangle of leopard skin material barely held in place by the thin straps of black lace.

Stepping back into the centre of the small room, Rita, topless and lightly covered with Harrys cum, spread her arms wide and again spun on the spot, giving Harry a view of her arse again. Facing Harry, Rita bounced up onto her toes a few times, causing her breasts to bounce in place very enticingly before hooking one of her fingers under the lace of her panties. Pulling it down slightly on one side she let it slide out her fingers and snap back into place on her hip. Running a finger down her front she again hooked it under her panties, this time pulling the front portion forward and looked down at herself before looking up at Harry and winking.

Sauntering forward until she was again standing over Harry, she beckoned him forward, and pulling her thong forward slightly. Just as Harry was leaning forward to look she again let it snap back into place before stepping back, turning her back on him and slapping her arse with her hand. She continued her teasing, bouncing her breasts or running her hands over herself watching to see when Harry got hard again.

When she saw his cock begin to rise out of his lap like a hungry cobra, she stood in front of him, still sitting on the lid of the toilet, and facing away from him, bent over at the waist, Taking the lace of her thong on both sides and slowly pulling down, exposing herself in the most graphic way possible.

Harry watched as Rita pulled down her thong, between her spread legs he could see her bent over, her breasts hanging down under her, her face watching him through her own legs, her glasses almost falling off. Her pussy was now right in front of his face, a pink line of flesh nestled between her legs, her pussy and her arse perfectly tanned without a trace of tan line.

Standing up and spinning around to face him, now fully naked, Rita stood with one hand on her hip, the other between her legs, unashamedly rubbing her own pussy. Like Hannah, Rita kept a patch of hair above her pussy, a small line of short brown hair, proving once and for all she wasn’t a natural blond.

“So Harry, think you can take me, or shall I go tops?” She challenged, one of her fingers slipping between her lips and inside her.

Harry, his cock now hard and throbbing after Rita’s show, had no intention of having her use him, if she wanted a story she was going to earn it.

Standing up he was just a bit taller than Rita, stripping off his black t-shirt he took Rita by the shoulder and spun her round, then pushing down on her should he forced her to her knees, and with a final push, down onto her hands and knees.

Looking down at her pussy, already noticeably wet from her self-pleasure, and her arse, he briefly debated which he was going to go for before settling on her pussy. Reaching between her legs he rubbed his fingers into her, spreading her lips and wetting his fingers, From this angle, with his fingers spreading her, he could see her entrance, pink and glistening wet, shifting forward on his knees he rubbed his cock along her arse, briefly pushing it into her arse before dropping down to her pussy, then without waiting, slid into her.

As he entered her he heard her moan, not in discomfort as some of the girls had done when he went to fast, but pleasure. He grinned to himself, looking down at his cock sliding into her; he worked himself deeper into her, watching as her pussy took him in, then slowly released him, her lips grasping the shaft of his cock as it slid in and out of her. Pleased to find that she felt just as hot and wet as all the girls he’d fucked, he had been worried that Rita’s obvious experience might have worn out her pussy. Her moaning at his fucking of her grew so loud that for the first time he wondered what the people left in the bar though he was doing in here, since he had come in by himself and there was no other door.

Having worked his whole length in her he was now taking long trusts, taking his cock out so his knob, now wet with her juices hung before her pussy before diving back in. Rita started to force herself back into his thrusts, their bodies making loud smacking noises when they did which only made her moan louder. Seeing her arse shake every time their bodies came together Harry slapped his palm onto her causing her to gasp and moan louder. Grinning Harry slapped her arse again, harder, causing her to moan and start pushing back on him harder, making their bodies slap together.

While Harry was enjoying the positon, and the view of his cock entering her as he spanked her, the floor of the bathroom was rough wood and not very comfortable on his knees. Pulling back out of her Harry went to stand up, but Rita had thrust back onto him, expecting his cock to enter her, instead to slide up her arse almost entering her.

“Oh give a girl some warning Harry.” She said looking back at him.

Not bothering to answer Harry stood up and reaching down picked her up by the shoulder. Looking around the room he didn’t really want to fuck her on anything in the filthy room. Looking over at the basin he pushed her over to it, and making her face the basin and the mirror above it grabbed his cock, and pressing between her legs pushed into her again.

Although he couldn’t see as well as he could from the floor, he was able to thrust into her much harder, although she didn’t seem to be able to push back on him as hard, instead she ground her hips into him as he entered her, rubbing her arse into him and stretching her pussy.

Harry looked up from where he was fucking her to the mirror and saw Rita looking back at him through the mirror. Every time he thrust into her he could see her breasts bounce, watching her reflection in the mirror, Rita staring back at him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust he started to force himself into her harder, causing her breasts to bounce more each time and her to moan each time he slid into her. Slapping her arse again he caused her to moan and bite her lower lip, once more feeling his end coming he started pounding his cock into her harder, not looking away from Rita’s reflection in the mirror, her moaning doing as much for his arousal as the feeling of her pussy around him.

Once more feeling himself about to cum he pulled out at the last moment, and grabbing his cock in his hand kept the motion going, shooting his second load onto her arse and lower back, the first streams of white cum landing on her back while the next landed on her arse. Rubbing the last of his cum off his cock onto her arse he gave her another slap where his cum hadn’t landed and stepped back.

Rita stood up from where she had been bent over the wash basin and reached a hand down to her pussy and rubbed in gingerly. “A little rough there Harry, you’re not a small boy, you gotta be careful with that thing.”

Harry just smiled taking in his cum still covering her glasses, breasts and now arse.

Rita either didn’t notice or care, walking over to her discarded robes, she bent over to remove something from the pocket, giving Harry another great view, before sitting down on the toilet seat he had been sitting on, and crossing her legs, still fully naked, looked up at him with quill and parchment in hand. “So that story..”

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