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The Further Adventures of Ginny Weasley	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 66776 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than a filthy imagination. Seriously, I do not own Harry Potter. No money is made from this story.

Chapter List
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Chapter 6 – Turning Japanese

AN

Bit of a tamer chapter, this, as I’m concentrating on plot development rather than extreme naughtiness, although we get some of that, too. Don’t worry, we’ll be back to pure filth in the next chapter.

Ginny sat in the familiar surroundings of Sam’s office, sipping a cup of tea. Luna sat beside her with her usual dreamy smile on her face. The owner of the location, however, looked more than a little bemused.

“So, let me get this right,” she began, gesturing to a pile of notebooks that were on her desk. “Your boyfriend has been writing scripts and scenarios for porn films with the two of you in mind? And he wrote all this? I thought you said he had some super-secret Ministry job – where does he find the time?”

“Things have been a bit quiet at work for him lately,” Ginny revealed. “He has his own office now, too, so he writes this stuff when he gets bored.”

“Harry does have a surprisingly good imagination,” Luna added.

“Actually, a lot of his ideas are rip-offs of Japanese porn flicks that he’s seen. I think their oddness appeals to him.”

“You’re telling me,” Sam sighed. “Anyway, I know how you got bored doing the same old shit last time, Jenny, so I went through this lot and picked out the more promising ones. I discussed a few general ideas with Warren and he was quite keen to try a few of them. Oh, he spotted that quite a few of the ideas were nicked from the Land of the Rising Sun, too, but as he’s a fan of that stuff, he loved the idea of doing western versions of them.”

“Great,” Ginny exclaimed. “What does he want to film?”

“He’s got you down for a teacher gangbang and a newsreader bukkake. You up for that?”

“Sure.”

“What about me?” Luna asked.

“Well, we have to do an audition tape for you but I don’t for a second imagine you’ll have a problem with that,” Sam revealed. “As for after that, ginger’s boyfriend seems quite keen to get you into a nurses’ uniform, doesn’t he?”

“He’s mention that a few times,” Ginny giggled.

Sam shook her head. “Whatever. Anyway, I was quite taken with one of Harry’s scrips that featured a nurse. Would you be up for taking on three blokes at once?”

“Oh, yes, please!” Luna cried, clapping her hands in happiness.

“You okay doing anal, blondie?”

“Yes, I’m fine with that,” Luna confirmed.

“Great! Well, I’ll get onto to Warren and tell him that we’re good to go. I have to say, I’m bloody delighted to have you two girls on my books, especially you, Jenny. You wouldn’t believe the number of offers of work you got after you quit.”

“I’m not back permanently,” she reminded the woman. “Still, I’m happy to help out in the meantime.”

“I bet you are, you randy cow,” Sam said, winking at her.

Ginny just smiled.

Rudolf Plumpton dropped gratefully into his chair. The meeting with the goblins of Gringotts had gone on far longer than he had liked but, fortunately, he had convinced them to extend the Harpies overdraft limit for another three months. It had been a close thing, though.

In disgust, Rudolf threw his copy of the company’s latest cash flow forecast into the bin next to his desk. The bloody thing was practically a work of fiction, anyway.

The truth was that like virtually every other professional Quidditch team in the country, the Holyhead Harpies were in serious danger of going bankrupt. The league had ground to a halt during the rise of You-Know-Who and every team had lost their main sources of income for nearly a year. Even after his fall, the crowds had been slow to return and many teams had resorted to buying expensive foreign players in order to attract them back. This made some sense as the war had resulted in a shortage of decent British players, but it had resulted in a bidding war and the price of really good players skyrocketed.

The Harpies had bought extravagantly for a club that never had the highest gate receipts in the first place. Before he knew it, Plumpton found himself facing spiralling debts and a team languishing in mid-table mediocrity. The goblins, always sharp, had noticed the club’s troubles and were threatening to cancel their credit facilities. If that happened the club would be finished.

Partial salvation had come from an unexpected source, but Plumpton was beginning to think the price had not been worth paying. Ironically, he’d been forced to sack the most promising player that the Harpies had for years and she hadn’t even cost him a Knut to sign!

Grunting in disgust, Plumpton reached into his desk and pulled out a bottle of aged Firewhisky. Pouring himself a large drink, he settled back and pondered the mercurial nature of the Harpies latest investor.

Something caught Plumpton’s eye and he spun around just in time to see a fist about to smash into his face. He bellowed in pain as he was knocked out of his seat and sent sprawling on the floor. Pressing his hand to his nose to staunch the flow of blood, he looked up to see who had dared to raise a hand against him… and he gasped.

Standing in front of him with a grim expression on his face was Harry Potter. The man loomed over him threateningly with his wand clutched in his left hand. Plumpton stared at him in amazement.

“Potter! What the hell do you think you’re doing? I’ll have you thrown in Azkaban for this!”

“How are you going to do that if you’re dead?” Potter replied grimly. “Do you really think I’d have any trouble killing you right now and hiding the body?”

“But… but… you’re an Auror! You’re one of the good guys. Why on earth would you threaten me in this manner? Surely you can’t be that upset just because your girlfriend was sacked? You need to get some perspective, young man.”

“Fuck you. This wasn’t about Ginny and you know it. Someone was trying to get to me and they were spending a lot of cash to do it. I know all the other Quidditch teams were warned off Ginny. If you genuinely had a problem with her and didn’t want her on the team, you ought to be delighted if some other rival club picked her up. But, no, someone goes to all the trouble of contacting their supposed opposition and warning them not to sign her. Why is that?”

“I… don’t know what you mean,” Plumpton spluttered. “Look, I don’t you know what you think you’ll achieve here but I warn you…”

Plumpton was cut off by Harry’s boot slamming into his stomach. The fat man sobbed in pain and rolled into a ball trying to protect himself.

“You need to understand just how much shit you’ve landed yourself in,” Harry barked at him. “It’s obvious some wealthy Pureblood is trying to mess with me and I want to know who that person is. If I don’t get a name I’ll just assume it’s you and kill you. Your body can be Transfigured and hidden easily enough.”

“All this because your bloody girlfriend was sacked?” Plumpton wailed.

“No, because some bastard is trying to fuck with me and I’m sure they won’t stop there,” Harry told him. “I’m through with just reacting to attacks on me. These days I like to get my blows in first. So, who was it that put you up to this little stunt? I might have thought it was you, but after reading that financial report on the Harpies that was lying on your desk before you came in, I’m inclined to think that you haven’t got two Knuts to rub together.”

“I’m not telling you anything!” Plumpton yelled. “You’re bluffing! The bloody Chosen One wouldn’t…”

“Crucio!”

Plumpton screamed in agony as a thousand red-hot needles plunged into his flesh. It felt like the skin was melting off his bones. He couldn’t take anymore!

It took a moment for him to notice that Potter had lifted the curse, such was the pain surging through his body. For a moment, Plumpton feared he would be sick as he trembled and shook. He’d never been a strong man and the unforgivable was the worst thing he’d ever experienced in his life.

“I can keep that curse on you until you lose your mind,” Potter informed him. “Mind you, you’re such a fat sack of shit I expect your heart would give out long before then. So, shall we see what goes first, your mind or your body?”

“No!” Plumpton practically screamed. “I’ll… I’ll tell you!”

“Start talking.”

“It was… Draco Malfoy!”

“Malfoy? You’ve got to be kidding. Voldemort spent all the family’s money and what was left was taken by the Ministry in fines. He couldn’t have put together a decent bribe.”

“Bribe? He’s bought most of the company!” Plumpton exclaimed. “In fact, he became the majority shareholder in the Harpies holding company before he even contacted me. Actually, that’s not quite true. The shares are all in his fiancé’s name: Astoria Greengrass. But Malfoy bought the shares for her, though! He said he wanted it to be a present for her.”

“Keep talking.”

“It was only after Malfoy gained majority control that he contacted me. At first, he had these grand plans to finance the team and turn us into the biggest club in the world. Of course, I’m starting to think that’s all guff. After buying the shares he’s made no major investment in the team, at all. The only thing he did was demand we get rid of Weasley and in such a way no other team would sign her. Gringotts was on our back and he promised to take care of them if we did this. Oh, he fronted some money to reduce the overdraft and assured the goblins that the club now had a wealthy investor, but that’s all he’s done. We lost our most promising player for years just to keep our credit facilities in place for a couple of extra months.”

“You’re a bloody idiot if you trust anything that little shit told you!”

“So… what happens now?”

“I ought to kill you,” Harry spat. “It’s always the same. Bloody racist Purebloods gain power by splashing a few Galleons around. It was people like you that gave Voldemort a foothold.”

“Please, I…”

“Obliviate!”

Not wanting to be bothered with the pathetic man anymore, Harry wiped his memories of the last thirty minutes and pulled his Invisibility Cloak over his head. He walked out the door without a backward glance.

As he strode down the corridors of the Harpies headquarters, his mind was racing, however. How had Malfoy found the money to buy a large stake in a Quidditch team? Had there been a secret fortune hidden away somewhere? Had the Ministry missed something?

One thing Harry knew, he’d be watching Draco like a hawk from now on.

In the end, Ginny’s return to the world of porn films was delayed. Warren already had a tight shooting schedule and had also booked a fortnight’s holiday in Italy for him and his wife, so nothing would happen until after he got back. Luna, upon learning that she wouldn’t immediately be appearing in porn quickly got bored and decided she was going to take a trip to the Himalayas, instead.

Desperate for income to start being generated and rather alarmed that one of her new signings had just buggered off, Sam had booked Ginny a rather unusual gig – a good, old fashioned photo shoot. In fact, there were to be two separate shoots. The first was a sort of public exposure type of thing where Ginny would don a flasher mac and be photographed exposing herself in public places. She remembered her friend Lucy had said she’d gone something similar and thought it had been a laugh. Always keen to try new things, Ginny had agreed.

The second shoot would be a good old traditional fuck scene shot in a studio. Apparently, hard-core porn mags still did good business in some places, even in this day and age. She would be photographed getting fucked by a male model and the pictures would be sold to various outlets around the world and reprinted in various different magazines. Again, it was something she’d never tried and so was looking forward to it.

The only potential downside to the whole thing was the photographer she’d be working with for both shoots, a man known as Pierre Courbet, although Sam informed her that his real name was Geoffrey and he was from Leeds, not Paris as he claimed. Ginny’s manager had explained that Courbet had made a minor name for himself producing artsy homosexual erotica. Unfortunately, although his work was acclaimed in certain sections of the press, it hadn’t paid well and Courbet had to resort to shooting mainstream porn to make ends meet. The man was intensely disliked in the industry, however, due to his sullen attitude and rumours of him making inappropriate advances on his male models. If Sam hadn’t been so strapped for cash, they would have had nothing to do with him.

This was how Ginny found herself sitting in the passenger seat of Courbet’s battered Renault Clio heading down to south London where he apparently knew some good places to shoot. It was, fortunately, a glorious September day as all she was wearing was a long coat and a pair of thigh-high boots, having left all her other clothes in his home-cum-studio twenty minutes before. The idea was that they would head to busy areas where she could flash the camera but hopefully not been seen by the general public.

When she’d told Harry about the idea previously, he’d been strangely against it, the first time he’d been against her doing anything in the porn world. It turned out that his objections were more practical as he pointed out the sheer number of CCTV cameras dotted around the capital. If she was spotted being lewd on just one then they could expect the police to descend on them in short order. Fortunately, Harry also had the solution to the problem, namely a spell that could temporarily blind all surveillance cameras in the area. As a result of this, her wand nestled in the pocket of her coat and she would cast the spell wherever they filmed secretly, after being sure that Courbet didn’t see her and that he kept his camera out of the way.

Ginny had to admit she was quite looking forward to the shoot, despite the surly nature of the photographer. It was a little bit dangerous and the risk of being seen was ever-present. The idea of something so dicey excited her a little bit and it appealed to her exhibitionist nature. This, she hoped was going to be fun.

It was with some disappointment then that, after Courbet parked the car, he led her to a park that featured dense foliage. She was ordered to strip off amongst the trees while Pierre took photos which didn’t seem particularly risky to Ginny, at all.

“Is this all we’re going to do?” she demanded as she posed up against a tree trunk.

“There are too many CCTV cameras about these days,” the grumpy photographer told her. “I have no desire to be arrested.”

“Oh, come on. Stop being such a wimp,” she admonished him. “We’ll be able to see where there are cameras and, let’s face it, these shots aren’t going to excite anyone, are they?”

“I suppose not,” he reluctantly agreed. “What do you have in mind?”

“Let’s head back into town. I’m sure we can find a few spots where we can take a few more interesting pictures.”

Courbet agreed, although not without some grumbling. They headed back to the bustling town centre and found some quiet side streets. With her back to the busy roads, Ginny opened her coat allowing Courbet to get some nude pictures of her with pedestrians walking past in the background oblivious.

As that worked so well, they found a small footbridge over a busy road and repeated the act. There was a risk that Ginny might be seen from some of the tall buildings nearby, but that only excited her.

“Where now?” Courbet asked, peering at the images on the screen of his digital camera. He was supposed to be in charge of the shoot but now seemed happy for Ginny to take the lead.

“Back to those side streets,” she replied. “I think I saw a good place for us to shoot.”

They headed back the way they came and down another narrow alley. There were a few large dumpsters down there and Ginny had an idea for her to remove her coat completely and stand between the relative privacy of a couple of them. She’d just got into position and shed her only garment when their luck ran out.

Without warning, a back door suddenly opened and a man stepped out. He was relatively old, perhaps in his late fifties, and on the portly side. He wore a white apron and looked like he was a kitchen porter or something similar. At first, he seemed unaware of the two of them but then he looked up and his eyes bulged.

“Bloody hell!” he exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

“We’re taking pictures for a porno mag,” Ginny told him, completely unconcerned that she stood naked before the stranger. “Want to watch?”

“Blimey! Yeah, I’d love too!”

The man came and stood beside Courbet, who looked bewildered by the whole thing. He soon snapped out of it, however, and began to take pictures as Ginny posed for her now expanded audience.

“Do this for a living, do ya?” the man asked Ginny.

“Yeah, I love getting my kit off in public,” she confirmed. “Say, do you want to take a picture with me? Come on over here.”

The man looked at Courbet in surprise, but the photographer just shrugged. Grinning, the man hurried over and stood next to Ginny, who draped herself over his arm, smiling as she did so.

“Bet you weren’t expecting this when you got up this morning,” Ginny teased as she rubbed up against him.

“Bloody hell, no! You nearly gave me a heart attack, you did! Pretty young thing like you…”

“Well, you obviously deserve a treat,” she giggled. “Like what you see?”

“Do I ever!”

Feeling naughty, Ginny Leant over and rubbed the front of the man’s trousers.

“Ooh, you do, don’t you? Hey, Pierre, this dirty old bugger is hard as a rock.”

“Can you blame me?” he challenged while Courbet continued to snap away.

Having taken all the snaps they needed, Ginny put her coat back on and kissed the old bloke on the cheek in farewell. The man toddled away with a grin so wide his face nearly split. The incident gave Ginny an idea.

“Why don’t you go into some of these places and see if we can shoot inside,” she suggested. “There was a garage away back. I’m sure that if the mechanics in there are all men, they wouldn’t mind posing with me.”

“You’re mad, you know that?” Pierre grumbled but nevertheless followed her back down the alley and along a side street. He reluctantly entered the garage that specialised in MOT’s and vanished from sight, leaving Ginny standing on the street. After what seemed like a very long time, he stuck his head out of the door and called her over.

She entered the garage and found it to be pretty much what was expected. The boxy, concrete room had two cars being worked on, one up on a ramp, and had benches covered in various tools. Looking on expectantly were four men all dressed in grubby overalls. Three of them were quite young while the fourth was middle-aged and presumably the owner of the garage. They all started smirking when they saw her.

“Fucking hell, you weren’t bullshitting us, were you?” the older man said to Pierre. “Wow, is this bird really going to get her kit off here?”

“Yep,” Ginny confirmed before Pierre could speak. “If you’re good boys I’ll let you be in some of the pictures, too.”

The men all chuckled nervously.

“Where do you want me, Pierre?” she asked. “How about draped over that car?”

“Yes, that would be good,” he confirmed.

As Courbet got in position and the four men looked on eagerly, Ginny shed her coat and was pleased with the audible gasp she heard from the mechanics. She then posed against the bonnet of the car, taking various positions as Pierre ordered. She even climbed on top of the vehicle, with her legs spread wide open as the photographer merrily clicked away.

When he had enough solo shoots, Pierre ordered the four men to form a semi-circle with Ginny in the centre. The mechanics all smirked as she pressed up against them. Various pictures were taken and Ginny even allowed two of them to cup her breasts as they posed. She was almost tempted to do more with them but didn’t find any of them particularly attractive. Instead, once Pierre was satisfied, she put her coat back on and waved them all goodbye.

Ginny was keen to try the same trick elsewhere but they were pressed for time. In fact, they did find a small butchers shop on the way back to the car and the two men behind the counter were happy to play along. Ginny posed with one of them wielding a massive meat cleaver, certain that whatever magazine bought the pictures could insert some text about the man having a big chopper or something. With that done, they went back to Pierre’s car and headed back to his flat-cum-studio.

If Ginny was expecting the successful morning shoot to buy her some kudos with Courbet, she was to be sadly disappointed. After she dressed in her normal street clothes, she was practically thrown out of the flat with instructions to report back in an hour and a half for the afternoon's shoot. She was left stranded in a part of London she was unfamiliar with, with time to kill and no idea what to do. She briefly considered Apparating home but instead decided to explore the area instead.

Fortunately for her, she quickly discovered a rather nice coffee shop that also did a nice line in simple lunches. She ended up drinking two medium lattes and consuming a rather tasty cheese and ham toastie. In fact, she nearly ordered a second toastie but conducting a porn shoot on a full stomach was not to be recommended.

Eventually, she headed back to Pierre’s flat and was pleased to find her co-performer had arrived. She’s worked with Michael Meeker before when he’d been one of the five-man team that had gangbanged her. He still looked like a dark-haired Adonis and she was looking forward to the shoot, very much.

“Hey, Jenny,” he said by way of greeting. “Nice to see you again. I was surprised when they said that I’d be working with you again. I’d heard you quit.”

“I did for a while,” she confirmed. “In fact, I’m not really back full time. I’ve just found myself at a loose end and rather than sitting around on my bum all day I thought I’d do some work. My manger’s roster was looking a bit thin, so this was a perfect opportunity to help her out.”

“Yeah, I heard Sam had some problems with a few of her girls. Mind you, it was a pretty tall order trying to replace you. Strong men cried like babies when they heard you’d stop doing porn.”

“Ah, that’s sweet,” she giggled. “Anyway, this is my first actual photoshoot. Any tips on what I should be doing?”

“These things can be a bit of a pain in the arse,” he revealed. “It’s not like real sex, at all. Basically, you get your kit off and pretend to fuck, but really you’re just holding certain positions with a stupid expression on your face.”

“Oh, that sounds a bit boring. I was hoping this was going to be fun.”

“Well, let’s try and make it as enjoyable as possible,” Michael suggested. “Although with that miserable bastard running the shoot I doubt it will be.”

“Yeah, Courbet is a right git. We did this outdoor shoot this morning, right, and if it had been up to him we’d have just lurked in some woods. Where’s the excitement in that?”

“I bet you managed to spice it up, though.”

“Oh, did I ever! I dragged Courbet into a garage and had him shoot me with the four mechanics standing watching. They even got into some of the shoots. Oh, and some old bloke we ran into… and a local butcher.”

“Classic,” Michael chuckled.

“Alright, I’m ready for you,” Courbet’s voice called out from the other room.

Eager to get going, Ginny and Michael headed into Pierre’s studio. Their costumes weren’t very exotic but they were quite classy. The set up was that the two of them met at some drinks party and instantly decided to fuck on the couch. It was just as well that there didn’t seem to be any other guests at the do! Ginny was in a simple but elegant white dress and Michael was wearing a grey suit.

The set was simple, too. A leather couch was the centre point and numerous lights were directed at it. The background was just Courbet’s flat, enforcing the idea that this was just a house party. The two of them were handed wine glasses (which only contained water) and ordered to sit on the sofa and look like they were engaging in conversation. Ginny soon learned that a pornographic photo shoot was little different to having a family portrait done as she was constantly being told to smile! She complied as best she could, beaming at Michael like she didn’t have a brain in her head and he’d just said something worthy of the wit of Oscar Wilde. In truth, her co-star was merely muttering under his breath that he wished the bloody photographer would get on with it.

It seemed to take ages before any clothing was shed and it then felt rather abrupt to Ginny. She went from posing with Michael as if they were having a polite conversation to standing with her dress pulled down to her waist and her co-star gently cupping her breasts. At least it meant some physical contact and she shuddered as his rough hands caressed her bare skin. Her nipples stiffened in anticipation of further pleasures.

From that point, clothing was shed rapidly. The removal of each of her garments was accompanied by some ridiculous pose. Worst still, most of the time they weren’t allowed to actually do anything exciting. As many magazines weren't allowed to show actual penetration, even of minor body parts, they had to pretend that they were about to actually pleasure each other. Hence, Michael had to kneel in front of her with his tongue extended but not actually touching her straining nipple. Likewise, Ginny was allowed to wrap her hand around his rock-hard cock but her mouth hovered inches over his throbbing member.

“Right, I think we have most of the simulation shots we need,” Pierre announced eventually. “We can move onto the actual hard-core stuff.”

“Thank fuck for that,” Michael muttered.

Ginny just grinned at him before bending down and taking his needy cock into her mouth. Michael moaned as she sucked his massive dick. She lovingly began to drag her tongue over his swollen glands, tasting every single inch of his flesh. Ginny could feel him writhing as she pleasured him. It was strange, sometimes she loved giving pleasure more than receiving it. Maybe it was because of her first sexual experiences, but sucking cock had always excited her. It didn’t help that she didn’t mind the taste of spunk, at all.

Just as she was getting going, Courbet made them change positions. Ginny was instructed to lay back on the sofa with her legs wide apart while Michael licked her pussy. Unfortunately, if he really went down on her his head would block the view of the camera so she again had to suffer as the handsome man just wiggled his tongue near her wet slit, not in it as she desperately wanted.

Fortunately, there were some things that couldn’t be faked, namely actual fucking. With mounting excitement, Ginny was ordered to straddle Michael and then slowly lower herself down onto his eagerly waiting dick.

Sadly, Courbet even managed to ruin this.

She’d only just taken the first inch or so of her co-performers throbbing weapon when she was ordered to freeze. Pierre then busied himself taking numerous snaps while constantly berating Ginny for the slightest movement. Having only the head of Michael’s cock inside her was pure torture.

“God, I wish I could stuff my dick right up you,” Michael moaned, clearly feeling the same.

“So do I,” she whispered back. “Damn it, I really want to be fucked.”

Instead, Courbet ordered her to dismount and take up another position, this time facing the camera. They changed their positions several times more, but at no point was Michael allowed to enter her by more than a few inches.

Things got worse as they moved onto the anal shots. Ginny had to take it up the arse without being given any relief. She had to pose in an awkward and uncomfortable position, with Michael’s dick wedged up her arsehole, while the sullen photographer clucked about taking pictures and moaning that the lighting wasn’t right. Ginny was coming to the conclusion that while Pierre might be a technically accomplished artist, he knew absolutely nothing about how to get the best of out of his subjects. This was proved without a doubt a few moments later.

“Okay,” Pierre announced. “I think I have all the pictures I need. We can move onto the money shot.”

“What?” Michael exclaimed. “I’m not nearly ready to cum. I work in porn, remember, I can keep going for ages.”

“I haven’t got time for that,” Courbet snapped. “Just toss yourself off.”

As Michael glared at the man, Ginny considered her options. While watching guys wank was one of her favourite things, she had deeper needs. She was desperately frustrated and needed to be serviced desperately. Plus, if she could annoy Courbet all the better.

“Hey, Michael. No need to do that when I have a needy pussy that is ready and willing to help you out.” To prove her point, she sprawled on the sofa and opened her legs wide.

Michael grinned. “Well, that certainly isn’t an invitation I can turn down.”

“We don’t have time for that! Just hurry up and masturbate until you’re ready to cum!” Courbet snapped.

“Don’t worry, Pierre,” Michael told him as he lowered himself down between Ginny’s legs. “I won’t take long. Besides, don’t you know it’s rude to turn down a lady?”

Courbet continued to complain as Michael lined up his straining cock to Ginny’s entrance. She ran her hands over his muscular chest and stretched up to whisper in his ear.

“We’d better not piss him off too much,” she told him. “Just fuck me as hard and fast as you like. I won’t mind.”

Michael didn’t reply but his eyes gleamed with anticipation. Without hesitation, he thrust himself deep into her waiting pussy, pushing himself in right up to his balls.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Ginny hissed. “That’s what I want! Fuck me, big boy, fuck me hard!”

Not needing any further encouragement, Michael began to pound his rock-hard dick into Ginny soaking cunt. In this position, he was able to ram himself deep into her without difficulty and his hips began to move like pistons on a steam engine.

Ginny gasped. During her porn career, most of the time she’d been fucked it had been for the benefit of the camera. This meant that the actors had to exaggerate their actions and regulate their speed to ensure that the male performers didn’t climax too quickly. This was different. Michael didn’t have to worry about the camera capturing him penetrating her which meant he could just concentrate on fucking her brains out and he wasn’t disappointing.

This was definitely the most brutal shagging that Ginny had ever received. Meeker had a magnificent, eight-inch prick and he used it to batter her pussy relentlessly. The couch was starting to creak alarmingly as he battered into her like a hammer on an anvil. His dick was so hard that it felt like it was made of steel and it was driving her insane.

“Fuuuuuccck!” she screamed. “Oh, fuck! Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder, you bastard!”

Her cunt was squelching as her juices dripped out of her. This only provided Michael with more lubrication and his frantic pace increased even more. His balls slapped loudly against her arse, almost rivalling the creaking of the furniture for volume. Ginny had never been taken this hard before and she loved it. She fucking loved it!

Her arms clutched helplessly at Michael’s sweaty back as she lost all control. A familiar fire began to burn in her loins as her orgasm began to build. She prayed that he could keep up the pace for a little longer as she could tell she was about to have the mother of all climaxes.

“More… just… a little more,” she gasped, struggling to breathe such was the intensity of the merciless attack she was under. Despite the fact that she’d taken bigger dicks then Michael, she couldn’t remember taking a cock so deep and hard inside her. Her skin was flushed red and she was trembling with pleasure.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She screamed at the top of her voice as she began to shake uncontrollably. Michael didn’t let up for a moment, however, and continue to ram himself into her with his hips moving like greased lightning. Ginny came again… and again. She continued to shriek at an ear-shattering volume that would have put Luna to shame. How long could she continue to take this without losing her mind?

“I’m… I’m cumming,” Michael gasped, scrambling out from between her legs. Ginny had just enough presence of mind to swing her legs down and take a sitting position on the edge of the sofa.

Courbet was clearly taken by surprise and fumbled desperately to get his camera in position. Michael was standing in front of Ginny with his dick inches away from her mouth. He stroked his throbbing, red dick with a trembling hand and his face was screwed up like he was in agony.

“AH!” Michael yelled as he came. Unsurprisingly, the man ejaculated hard, sending a thick stream of spunk all over Ginny’s face. He moaned pitifully as he spurted again sending yet more creamy cum all over her. Her mouth was wide open desperately trying to capture all of his juices but it was spraying over her so wildly that most of it missed. More great globs of semen began to drip out of the end of his cock and, desperately, she grabbed his shaft and guided his throbbing helmet into her mouth. She began to suck like her life depended on it, draining every last drop from him.

“Pull your head back,” Courbet order and Ginny complied, panting with desire. She was covered in spunk and more cream dripped out of her mouth and down her chin. Pierre’s camera captured the image in all of her sticky glory.

As Michael collapsed on the couch next to her, Ginny writhed and ran her hands over her naked body, rubbing the spunk over her flesh. Her pussy was tingling and she felt like she was about to cum again. Courbet took a few more shots of her as she squirmed in pleasure and basked in her just-fucked glow, but didn’t seem particularly happy.

“That will do,” he announced suddenly. “I have another appointment soon so I need the pair of you to get dressed and leave as soon as possible.”

With those harsh words, Courbet scooped up his camera and stomped out of the room. Ginny and Michael shared a disbelieving look.

“What, does he expect me to just walk out of here covered in spunk?” Ginny demanded.

“The guy is an arsehole,” Michael spat, giving the finger at the door the photographer had just disappeared through.

“Just as well I’ve got a towel in my bag,” she grumbled, standing up and walking over to where she’d left her small backpack. She retrieved the small towel and began to rub herself down.

“I need to catch my breath for a minute,” Michael told her, leaning back on the couch. “Bloody hell, that was incredible. I wish that had been filmed, it would have been an instant classic.”

“Damn right,” Ginny giggled. “I can honestly say that was about the best fuck I’ve ever had. I’m not sure how it would have looked on film, though. All the viewers would have seen was your sexy arse bouncing up and down.”

“What more could they possibly want?” he laughed. “Shit, I think my dick is going to need about a week to recover!”

“Ha, and I was just about to ask you if you wanted to go again,” she teased. “I tell you what, though, I’m going to have to tell my boyfriend to start giving it to me harder. He’s obviously been too gentle with me up to now.”

“He’s a lucky bloke,” Michael observed. “So, got any interesting gigs coming up?”

“Yeah, I’m getting gangbanged again next week. Dan Heighway and three of his mates are going to give it to me in some school.”

“What? You’re getting gangbanged and I wasn’t invited? Oh, the horror!”

“Sorry, I wasn’t involved in the casting,” she giggled.

“No worries. Oh, well, I suppose we’d better get dressed before Mr. Stroppy-Pants gets the hump again.”

“Yeah,” Ginny agreed, reaching for her knickers.

While the photoshoot had been far from perfect, thanks to Michael she’d ended up really enjoying herself. It was next week that she was really looking forward to, however. She’d be taking four willing cocks and, frankly, she couldn’t wait.

It was good to be back in business.

That weekend Ginny participated in another new experience, although it was something far less pleasurable than other things she’d tried recently, namely attending a Ministry Ball.

Normally, Harry avoided such events like the plague but having been tipped off that a certain pureblood wizard would be in attendance, he’d decided to make an acceptation. Harry had, of course, told Ginny of Rudolf Plumpton’s motivation in getting her sacked and the fact that Draco Malfoy was behind the whole thing. She hadn’t been surprised in the slightest, although she was a little stunned that the blonde aristocrat had devoted so much time and money to the enterprise. This was a view Harry agreed with… and made him suspicious.

The Malfoys, he pointed out, should have been flat broke. Voldemort had bled the family dry during his rise and after the war, the Ministry had imposed massive fines in reparation. With most of the Malfoys’ traditional income revenues cut off, they should have no means of turning around their fortunes. For example, Malfoy Manor had been virtually wrecked and there had been no money to repair it. That, of course, begged the question; where had Draco found all the cash to buy a controlling share of the Harpies?

When Harry learned that Draco and his fiancée would be attending the Ministry function, he had decided they would attend as it would be the perfect chance for them to observe at close quarters. If Draco held to form, Harry had pointed out, he was bound to try and taunt him in some way and that might give something away. This was the reason that the two of them were standing in a crowded ballroom, dressed to the nines, and bored out of their minds.

If there was one bright spark, Ginny got to see Harry in his dress robes with his Order of Merlin, 1^st class, draped around his neck. He looked good enough to eat, in her opinion, and she was going to enjoy removing those stylish garments one by one later that night. By comparison, she was quite modestly dressed, at least by her standard. Her dress robes were quite tight with a fairly low hemline, but for a girl whose work clothes normally consisted of a pair of fishnet stockings at most, she felt rather constricted.

The night had so far gone pretty badly. Harry had been besieged by an army of fans and well-wishers, all eager to exchange a few words with their hero. By contrast, Draco had avoided them all evening. Whenever Harry and Ginny had tried to edge in the direction of the man and his beautiful bride-to-be, he had quickly headed in the opposite direction. That, alone, was suspicious behaviour.

The evening was drawing on and they still hadn’t even got close to Draco. Eventually, Ginny patience ran out and she decided to grab the bull by the horns.

“Come on, Harry,” she said, grabbing his hand. “I knew Astoria from Hogwarts. She was in the year below me and we spoke occasionally. I think it’s time for the two of us to catch up.”

“Good idea,” Harry agreed.

Dispensing with any notion of subtlety, the two of them walked purposefully towards their target. Draco obviously saw them coming and attempted to scuttle away, but they were too fast for him. Ginny fixed a polite smile to her face as they trapped Malfoy and his intended against a table.

“Hey, Astoria, I thought it was you. How are you?” Ginny asked in a bright voice.

“Oh, Ginny! Nice to see you again. I’ve very well, thank you. How are you?”

“Not too bad,” Ginny replied. “In fact, I haven’t been better.”

“Really, Weasley?” Draco sneered predictably. “I heard you’d been kicked out by that Quidditch team you were playing for. Couldn’t hack it, I guess.”

“I don’t think Ginny’s sacking was anything to do with her playing ability,” Harry interrupted. “In fact, we’re 99% sure it was politically motivated. It was an act to get at me, admittedly, a pretty petty one.”

“Yeah, I mean, as much as I love playing Quidditch, it’s just a game, right?” Ginny pointed out. “It’s not like there’s much money in it and an average career only lasts a few years, doesn’t it? Nah, it was annoying but certainly not the end of the world. Besides, Harry was wonderfully supportive during it all. If I ever wanted proof about how much he cares for me, I got it then.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re taking it so well,” Astoria exclaimed, sounding genuinely pleased.

“It’s no big deal,” Ginny confirmed. “There are loads of other things I could do and I get to be a lady of leisure while I decided.”

“And I have a gorgeous girl to come home to every evening,” Harry added with a smile.

Draco said nothing but just scowled.

“Any idea what you want to do next?” Astoria asked.

“I’m not sure. My brother Bill wants me to train as a Curse Breaker, but I quite fancy something a bit more artistic. I was always good at that kind of thing and I might try my hand at something like that.”

“I’m sure the world of art will be holding its breath to see what you come up with, Weasley,” Draco sneered.

“Talking of which, what are you up to these days?” Ginny asked, ignoring the blond man’s tone.

“None of your damn business.”

“Draco!” Astoria scolded him. “Ginny was a housemate of ours. You should be more polite to her.”

“Potter wasn’t though, was he?”

“No, but it wasn’t Harry that asked you the question,” Ginny pointed out.

Draco’s face flushed red but, with some effort, he managed to control his temper.

“For your information, I’m not doing much, thanks to the Ministry. I’ve had so many restrictions placed on me I can barely function as it is. Perhaps your boyfriend there can tell me when I’m going to be afforded some basic human rights?”

“When it has been deemed that you’ve paid your debt to society,” Harry replied in a bland voice. “Not my decision, I’m afraid.”

“Well then, I don’t think we have anything further to discuss. Come along, Astoria.”

With that, Draco stormed off dragging an apologetic-looking Greengrass behind him. Ginny turned to Harry.

“That wasn’t much use. We didn’t get anything out of him,” she complained.

“I’m not so sure,” Harry disagreed. “Did you see those robes he was wearing? They looked very expensive and brand new. Those rings he had on, they looked very valuable, too. No, I’d say our Mr. Malfoy is dripping in money at the moment, which is a little odd for someone who is as destitute as he claims to be.”

“Huh, I never noticed. I guess that’s why you’re the bigshot investigator and I get fucked for a living.”

“But you do it so well, my darling, and I get to watch, too.”

“Pervert,” she chuckled. “So, what are you going to do about old ferret-features, then?”

“I’m going to bloody watch him like a hawk. He’s up to something dodgy or my name isn’t Harry Potter!”

Ginny smiled.
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The Further Adventures of Ginny Weasley