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Ginny Weasley - Porn Star!	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 69970 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- 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.

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Ginny’s Audition

AN

Greetings, all, Old Dirty Bastard here, with a tale of salacious filth for your entertainment. I must confess, I do write more normal stories on other sites under a different name, but I was in the mood to do something a little more risky, shall we say. A number of points: -
1. While I might be a bit harsh suggesting in the tags that this has no plot (it does, after a fashion) it is pure porno filth. The title should bloody give it away. Seriously, if you don’t want to read about graphic sex, turn away now.
2. Ginny in this story is nothing like Bonnie Wright. Honestly, I doubt you could have picked a worse actress to play the character. I find Wright desperately unattractive and with no acting chops, at all. This Ginny is small, curvey, and very beautiful. There’s enough fan art out there going under the banner of what Ginny should have looked like, just use one of them as a guide.
3. Mr. H Potter Esquire does appear in this story but only towards the end. This will mostly be Ginny and a load of OCs.
Enjoy!

The wind was unusually cold for October but that, Ginny surmised, was just her luck. The park bench she sat on offered no shelter but she didn’t have the energy to go and seek a location out of the wind. Frankly, she was so hungry she didn’t have the energy to do anything.

It was two months since she’d fled from her childhood home in Devon and, like most strays and waifs, she’d made her way to London in the hope of earning her fortune or, at least, some steady work. She’d been bitterly disappointed. Of course, she’d had to avoid the magical parts of the capital like the plague. The backlash following the fall of Voldemort was still in full force and anyone remotely connected to the Death Eaters was being hunted unmercifully. Not that she’d had anything to do with that bastard, but as a member of Slytherin House at Hogwarts, she’d instantly come under suspicion.

Angrily, Ginny lamented that her life had never been the same since she’d been sorted into the house of snakes. Most of her family started to distrust her and some awful rows had occurred, particularly with her brother Ron. Her mother seemed to be ashamed of her and took the opportunity to berate her for the slightest transgression. Sadly, being a Slytherin, she had been dragged into numerous suspicious incidents during her time there, normally through no fault of her own. For a while, even Fred and George, the two brothers who had stayed loyal to her had started to doubt her morals. Nine times out of ten these incidents where the result of her malicious housemates causing trouble for her, but no one believed her.

Well, no one but him. He’d always believed her.

Things got worse after the Battle of Hogwarts. Ginny had been in the castle but hadn’t taken part in the fighting for either side. Unfortunately, rumours had started that she’d been seen helping Voldemort’s supporters and her darling family had chosen to believe them. Molly Weasley had become slightly unhinged after the death of Fred during the battle and had decided to take her anger and frustration out on her wayward daughter. After one, final row, Ginny had stormed out of the house with only her wand and a few changes of clothes with her. Her parting words effectively burned her bridges and nearly earned her a hexing from her mother. Even so, it had been a relief to escape the constant accusations and bitter arguments.

Now, with her empty stomach rumbling and her thin jacket doing little to keep out the wind, she was starting to think she’d made a major error.

With no I.D. or work experience, finding employment had been impossible in Muggle London. As she became more desperate, she resorted to using magic to steal food, but she had forgotten that such things were closely monitored in non-magical areas and she had only escaped arrest when a distinct popping sound warned her that two officers of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had just Apparated into the area. Fortunately, the two bubbling wizards stood out like a sore thumb amongst the Muggles, while she could blend in seamlessly. Even so, she learnt that using a wand in a Muggle area was not without risks.

So, what did she do now? She was nearly out of options but had vowed that she would rather die than do crawling back to her family. Hell, if she had to sell her body to earn money, she’d rather do that then beg to her mother.

Actually, prostitution was not such a remote prospect. Ginny had been propositioned numerous times since she’d arrived in London, and directly offered money twice for sex. Both times she’d turned the offers down, but she wasn’t sure she would do so a third time. She was so hungry she was prepared to do anything.

And at that moment, in proof that the gods do listen to unspoken wishes, a man approached her.

“Alright, luv?” he enquired. “Look, I hope you don’t mind me coming up and talking to you like this, but I just wanted to say how beautiful you are.”

“Oh, right. Thanks, I guess,” she mumbled.

The man appeared to be in his early forties. His short hair was shot through with grey, although he appeared to look after himself. He was dressed in a nondescript manner, with jeans and a short black leather jacket, but was clean and otherwise respectable-looking.

“Yeah, I was just thinking, you see, if you’d ever thought of doing any modelling?”

If being a Slytherin had taught her one thing, it was to be suspicious of everyone. Ginny didn’t need the harsh lessons her housemates had dished out to be wary of a man coming out with a line like that, however.

“Yeah, sorry, I think I’m a bit short to be prancing around on the catwalk,” she replied acidly.

The man laughed, clearly not offended.

“Nah, sweetheart, I wasn’t talking about that kind of modelling. I was thinking more of glamour modelling, or perhaps some film work. Here.”

He stuck a hand into his pocket and pulled out a card which he handed to her. Ginny examined it cautiously.

Trevor Peacock
Gideon Talent Agency

While the card looked quite professional, it was something anyone could probably obtain from a printing firm. She looked at him suspiciously.

“What, are you offering me a job?”

“Maybe, but you will have to audition first, of course.”

“Is there any money in it?” she asked, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice.

“Not initially,” he admitted, “but if you do well at the audition there’s plenty of work out there. It will depend on what you’re prepared to do, but a day’s work can earn you up to three grand.”

£3,000.00? Really? The thought of so much money for a single day’s work starlted her. Not that she thought she would be offered anything like that sum and she wasn’t stupid enough not to understand what the man was suggesting she would be doing, but still. Would it be so terrible to have to flash her tits to earn a few quid?

“What exactly would you expect me to be doing?” she demanded.

“Well, I can’t exactly explain it out here in public, can I?” he reasoned. “My office is just over in Dean Street. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll explain everything?”

Ginny shrugged and stood up. What had she to lose?

It took fifteen minutes to reach the man’s office and the walk was conducted mainly in silence. She was led through a door set in a bustling main street, up some stairs and into a surprisingly nice room. The building was modern, with lots of exposed brickwork and large windows to let in the light. More importantly to Ginny’s mind, the place was warm.

“Take a seat,” the man instructed her, indicating a large couch set against a wall. He, in turn, took a seat behind a plain desk and smiled at her.

“So, as my card said, my name is Trevor Peacock and I’m a talent scout and agent for the adult film industry. My job is to find pretty young girls who would like to appear in porn films and then find them work. Does that sound like the sort of thing you’d be interested in?”

“Porn films?” she repeated. “I thought you said this was glamour modelling.”

“Yeah, I mean, I do that too, but there’s no real money in it. The days of the page three stars are long over, sweetheart, and softcore wank mags are old hat. Nah, if you want to make some hard cash, and I’m betting you do, then porn is the place to be.”

“What kind of things would I be expected to do?” she asked, becoming rather alarmed by the whole idea.

“What do you think you’d be doing?” he challenged. “Look, luv, let’s cut to the chase. I’m certain you know exactly what I’m talking about and, from the look of you, I’m betting you’ve been sleeping rough, ain’t you? A pretty, little thing like you won’t last five minutes living rough on these streets, you know. I’m giving you the chance to earn enough money to be able to rent somewhere nice. Trust me, keep living rough and you’re going to end up getting fucked, anyway, so you might as well earn some decent money for doing it.”

Ginny’s heart sank.

“You talked about an audition. What would I have to do?” she asked fearfully.

Peacock reached into a desk drawer and pulled out an odd looking camera which he placed on the desk. Ginny had seen similar devices in the windows of electrical shops but had no idea what they did, really.

“Okay, I’ll be upfront with you. We’re going to make a film that I can show to film producers who may want to cast you. Naturally, they’re going to want to see what they’re getting. These films cost a lot of money to make and they can’t afford to hire some girl who then gets nervous and legs it, or perhaps just freezes when the cameras are on her. In short, my little darling, you have to get naked and then demonstrate that you can take a cock.”

She stared at him in shock. Seriously, he wanted her to strip off and have sex with him, just like that? Moreover, he was going to film the whole event and show it to other people? She was just about to leap to her feet and storm out when a dreadful thought hit her. Just a short while before she was contemplating selling her body to earn some cash. Was this any different?

“Would I earn anything doing this?”

“Nah, it’s an audition. You only earn something if I have a product to sell and this film is just to show what you can do, nothing more.”

Ginny closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Did she trust this man? Was she about to lose her virginity to a total stranger and receive nothing in return? Would the film end up in his private collection of gullible young women who had been desperate enough to spread their legs for him?

“Do I even get a cup of tea and some biscuits out of this?” she asked plaintively.

The man snorted.

“Tell you what, darling, I’ll fix up you with a nice cuppa and a sandwich if you promise to do your best, okay?”

“Okay.”

Five minutes later, Ginny found herself with a steaming mug of tea in one hand and a cheese sandwich in the other. Peacock stood watching her with a grin on his face.

“Right, darling, let me explain how we are going to do this,” he explained while she devoured her food. “You’re going to come through the door and pretend that we’ve only just met, right? Like it’s a normal job interview. I’ll have several cameras set up around the place so I’ll be filming you from several angles, including the handheld job. I’ll ask you a few questions, mostly about your sexual preferences and what kind of stuff you’d be prepared to do on camera, that kind of thing. I’ll then ask you to strip, one item of clothing at a time. I’ll tell you what to do, okay? We’ll then start to perform, but I’ll guide you through all that, alright?”

“Right,” she agreed reluctantly, wondering exactly what ‘starting to perform’ entailed.

“Great, oh, what’s your name, by the way?”

“Ginny Weasley.”

“Is that your real name?”

“Yeah… should I not use it?”

“Nah, no adult actresses use their real names. You’ll need a stage name. Make it simple and sexy.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “Then I’ll go with Jenny as a first name as most people call me that by mistake, anyway.”

“Fine,” Peacock agreed.

“As for a surname… I’ll go with Johnson. There was a girl that went out with one of my brothers called that and I always thought she was really sexy.”

“Jenny Johnson. Yeah, I like it. Short and easy to remember. Call yourself that from now on.”

“Okay.”

“Right, if you’ve finished your tea, we need to get down to work. I’ve got the cameras set up, so if you just take your bag and that empty cup into the next room, we’ll get on with it.”

Ginny did as she was told, before being directed to stand outside the office door and await a call. It suddenly occurred to her that by putting her bag in the other room she would have to abandon it if she chose to flee out the front door. No doubt Peacock had realised this.

“Come in.”

Hearing the man’s voice, Ginny pushed open the door and re-entered the office. As he had said, Peacock had indeed set up several cameras around the office, all pointing at the sofa.

“Hiya,” Peacock said, greeting her like they’d never met before. “Glad you could make it. Take a seat.”

She again sat on the sofa, butterflies dancing in her stomach.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Jenny Johnson,” she replied instantly.

“Great, and where are you from, Jenny? That’s a lovely accent you have.”

Peacock continued to question her for several minutes, quizzing her on her personal details, hobbies, and eventually enquiring if she understood what she was here for today. He then went into a long speech about how her pay would be directly linked to what she would be prepared to do on screen. Again, Ginny asked for some clarification.

“Well, obviously you will be expected to suck cock and get fucked, yeah? That’s the basics. You’ll probably be expected to swallow, too. You’ve got no problem swallowing a load of some bloke’s spunk, do you?”

“I… I don’t know. I’ve never tried anything like that!”

She saw Peacock frown and she realised that if she did indeed want to earn some money that was not the way to do it.

“But I’m willing to try anything!” she added quickly.

“Anything? That sounds promising. How about anal? You’ll earn a fortune if you’ll do that.”

“Up my bum?” she gasped. “Well, I… err, I don’t know.”

“Alright, we’ll talk about that one later. Okay, you realise that my clients aren’t just going to hire a pretty face, yeah? They’ll want to see everything. Okay? Right, can you stand up, sweetheart.”

Ginny stood up nervously, aware that she was fast reaching the point of no return.

“Right, can you take off your top, please. Nice and slowly.”

Figuring that she’d come this far, she might as well go through with it, she slowly pulled her thin jumper over her head.

“Wow, you are beautiful. God, those freckles are so sexy. Your tits are bigger than I thought, too. Take your jeans off now, luv.”

First kicking her trainers off, Ginny fumbled with the button on her jeans, before pushing them down and stepping out of them.

“Fuck me,” Peacock gasped. “You’re a right little cracker, aren’t you? Turn through three-sixty for me, that’s right. Christ, what a lovely little arse you have, too. Okay, can you lose the bra, next.”

The moment of truth. Did she back out now or did she take the risk? Then again, what was outside that door for her? Hunger, cold, possibly being raped in some back alley. Feeling she had no choice, Ginny reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She let it fall to the floor with only a moment’s regret.

“Fucking hell, you are gorgeous,” Peacock exclaimed. “Come a bit closer.”

Ginny stepped to the front of the desk as Peacock rose from his seat. His rough hand groped her left breast.

“They are some of the loveliest tits I’ve seen in a long time,” he complimented her. “Just the right size on your tiny frame. Fucking lovely. Okay, step back to the sofa and turn round. I then want you to bend at the waist with your arse towards the camera.

Feeling rather dazed, Ginny complied with the request, grasping her ankles as she did so.

“Great, now I want you to slowly slide your knickers down. Slowly, mind.”

The position she was in then started to make sense to Ginny. Bent like this, Peacock would get a perfect view of everything she had. Gulping nervously, she pulled her knickers down and gave the man what he wanted.

“Super, now, pull your arse cheeks apart, yeah, like that. Fuck, that’s a lovely pussy you have there, Jenny. Bloody beautiful. Right, next I want you to take a seat on the sofa, facing the camera.”

As she sat, Peacock abandoned his desk and approached her clutching the handheld camera.

“Right, next I need to see that you can relax while you’re being filmed. So, what I want you to do is masturbate for me. I want to see you play with your pussy. If you can make yourself cum, that would be great.”

Ginny gasped. It wasn’t like she never masturbated; as a lonely member of Slytherin, she’d had little choice if she wanted an itch scratched. In fact, the handle of her hairbrush had seen quite a lot of action in recent years. But this… this was something else.

Biting her lower lip she closed her eyes to block out the sight of Peacock and his camera. Gently, she began to rub herself, feeling very self-conscious. Normally when she was pleasuring herself she was thinking about a certain green-eyed Gryffindor, so this was a bit weird.

Suddenly, it occurred to her that she could think about anything she wanted. Peacock didn’t need to know. Instantly, thoughts of the young man she had lusted after for so many years filled her mind. She imagined that she was doing this in front of him, not some total stranger. Go on, Harry, she thought, look at me. Look at me playing with my pussy. Don’t you want to play with it too? Wouldn’t you like to stick your cock into it?

She gasped loudly, suddenly completely turned on. Two of her fingers were by now penetrating deeply into her cunt and she could feel the wetness building. God, imagine if it was Harry’s fingers inside her. Damn, that would be amazing.

“Oh, yeah, you’re really getting into that, aren’t you?” she heard Peacock mutter. She ignored him and continued to fuck herself with her hand.

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, now using her left hand to fondle her own breasts. Her nipples were stiff and rigid and she tweaked them with her fingers. “Oh, yessssss. Oh, fuck, yes.”

“Go on, luv, get yourself off,” Peacock urged. Ginny needed no encouragement and spread her legs even wider, now plunging three fingers into her dripping hole. Her arm moved frantically as she came ever closer to orgasm. With the image of a dark-haired god thrusting himself into her in her mind, she came.

The shock was such that she opened her eyes to find Peacock on his knees with his camera right between her legs. She didn’t have time to register surprise as her body shuddered as another wave of ecstasy hit her. Her fingers were in her pussy right up to the knuckles and she heard herself growling with pleasure.

“Fucking marvellous!” Peacock exclaimed before handing Ginny the camera. She took it with shaking hands. “Right, you film this while I see if I can do any better.”

Before she could say anything, Peacock had thrust his head between her legs and his rough tongue found entry between the lips of her wet pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” she screamed.

“Point the camera,” Peacock insisted before his tongue again began to delve into her. Ginny had never been touched by a man there before, let alone licked, so this was all a wonderful new experience for her. His tongue was as rough as sandpaper but it felt amazing. He began to penetrate her deeply with it, nearly causing her to lose her mind.

Shakily, she tried to aim the camera between her legs to capture the event. The camera had a small, flip-out screen so she could see what was being recorded. She watched as the man lapped at her pussy like a thirsty dog, occasionally sucking on her clit to add some variety.

“You like that, don’t you?” Peacock teased, making up for the removal of his tongue by shoving two fingers into her instead. Repositioning himself, he proceeded to finger-fuck her hard.

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming!” she screamed before powerful shudders once again overwhelmed her. She’d just cum twice in the space of just a few minutes.

“He, he,” Peacock chuckled, pulling out his fingers and letting the moisture drip from them. “Okay, my little darling, I think you’ve had some fun. Now it’s my turn.”

He stood and took the camera back of Ginny before looking at her expectantly.

“Right, now I want you to pull out my cock and suck it.”

By this point, Ginny was barely in control of her own actions. She sat up straight on the sofa and began to unzip the man’s flies. She couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in the front of his trousers. Her hands were shaking so much that she was barely able to unbutton and pull his trousers down. The boxer shorts Peacock was wearing did even less to hide the protuberance that was straining against the fabric. Panting with lust, she yanked his pants down and was nearly hit in the face by his enormous erection.

“Fucking hell, that’s huge,” she gasped, taking the cock in her hand.

“Like that, don’t you?” Peacock said, his voice raspy with desire. “Never mind playing with it, suck it!”

Ginny opened her mouth and guided the rock-hard dick into it. She’d heard plenty of the girls in her dorm room talking about performing blowjobs on their boyfriends, but she’d never thought about performing the act herself. She realised she didn’t really know what she was doing, so took Peacock’s instructions literally. Taking all of the helmet into her mouth, she sucked on it hard.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!” Peacock exclaimed. “Oh, yes, suck it.”

With her head bobbing, she sucked furiously on the man’s giant knob. Dimly, she realised this was a massive turn-on for her. She had a strange man’s cock in her mouth and she was making him gasp with pleasure. She began to feel for the first time that she had some power over him and at that exact moment it was only she, Ginny Weasley, could reward him with such delights.

Ginny had seen cocks before, living with seven careless brothers made such a thing an inevitability, but this was the first time she’d ever seen an erect one. Wanting to experiment, she pulled back slightly, leaving a silvery trail of saliva dripping from the end of it. She began to examine it. Her hand was still wrapped around the shaft, so she gently began to move it, slowly wanking the engorged cock.

It was then that she noticed a tiny drop of some creamy substance begin to drip from his dick. She thought back to those filthy-mouthed housemates and how several of them had claimed to let their boyfriends cum in their mouths. Equally, other girls had insisted they would never do that and that spunk tasted disgusting. Who was right, she wondered?

Sticking out her tongue, she let the tip of it drag over Peacock’s dick. The man swore loudly and placed his spare hand on the back of her head, trying to force it forward. She resisted, and instead ran her tongue all the way up the length of his shaft.

“Oh, fuck me! That’s fantastic. Keep doing that, sweetheart. That’s it; lick my cock.”

Ginny did as she was instructed, but was surprised that she couldn’t taste the drop of cum that had been on the end of his cock. Feeling cheated, she guided the end of his dick against her lips and sucked hard. This time her efforts were rewarded. A few drops of Peacock’s pre-cum were sucked into her mouth for analysis. It tasted a little salty but otherwise had no strong flavour. If she had to swallow it, she decided, she could do so with a problem.

“That’s it,” Peacock gasped, “back on the sofa, on your back. Spread your legs nice and wide.”

Ginny surprised herself at how fast she moved. In seconds, she was laying on the sofa, her head propped up by a cushion, and her legs open, inviting him in. She was amazed that Peacock still clutched the camera and he pointed down at her pussy as he lined himself up. Before she registered what was happening, she felt the head of his cock enter her.

“Oh, yes,” she hissed in joy. Her hymen had broken years ago when she was on a broom and she’d stuffed enough objects up herself that she felt that she was ready. Nothing, however, had prepared her for the sensation of Peacock’s massive dick sliding deeper and deeper inside her.

“Oh, fuck me, you’re tight,” Peacock gasped as he began to thrust himself into her by now soaking wet cunt. “Oh, that feels good.”

For her part, Ginny could not form words. She squealed each time he pushed himself into her, her hands tugging on her stiffened nipples in an effort to further increase her pleasure. Shit, how could anything feel this good?

By now, Peacock’s shaft was all the way in and she could feel his balls resting against her arse. Despite her diminutive size, Ginny found she could cope with his monster cock with ease. The man had momentarily halted his assault on her pussy and was busy filming his cock slowly being pushed in and out of her. That would not do.

“Fuck me!” she nearly screamed. “Fuck me hard!”

“Change position,” he insisted. “On your hands and knees. Let’s do it doggy style.”

As Peacock pulled himself out of her, Ginny flipped herself over and eagerly awaited to be filled with cock again. She didn’t have long to wait, and soon she felt his hard dick slide into her, stretching the lips of her pussy wide. He placed a supporting hand on her hip, and really began to fuck her.

Years later, Ginny would look back at this moment of her sexual awakening and be glad that it was someone as experienced as him that had taken her for the first time. Oh, she loathed the man and what he stood for and wasn’t even attracted to him, but one thing was undeniable: he knew how to fuck.

The sound of flesh on flesh provided the rhythmic soundtrack to her first experience. She was impaled on his throbbing shaft and was loving it. Her loins burned with fire and she ached to cum but at the same time didn’t want the sensation to end. If her new job was to be screwed in such a manner for the viewing pleasure of some unseen audience, she’d embrace it with open arms.

“Change again,” Peacock announced, clearly out of breath. This time he flopped down on the sofa and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, inviting her on-board.

She straddled him before gratefully sinking down, taking his length inside her. Ginny groaned with pleasure as she realised that this was her favourite position so far. As she ground down onto the man’s dick, his shaft perfectly rubbed her pleasure spot. This time, she knew she was going to cum and no force on earth could stop it.

Something warm and wet pressed up against her breast and she looked down to see Peacock had started to suck her right nipple. She leaned into him, encouraging to take more and more of her breast into his mouth. All the while she rode his boner as the feelings of ecstasy built within her. Soon, it was all too much and her orgasm hit her like a train. She slowed to a halt, her arms feebly clutching Peacock’s neck and her body convulsed of its own accord.

“Get on your knees, luv,” Peacock ordered in a strangled voice. Punch-drunk, she climbed to her feet before falling to her knees. She didn’t need to be told to do so, her legs just wouldn’t support her.

Peacock came and stood in front of her, stroking his angry-red shaft in his hands.

“Open your mouth.”

Ginny did so without complaint, her mind unable to comprehend what was happening to her. The next second, a torrent of creamy liquid filled her mouth. Peacock grunted as he ejaculated, sending thick streams of jizz over her face, down her chin, and into her mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck!” Peacock exclaimed. “Stick your tongue out, luv. That’s it. Show us all of that spunk. Now, swallow it. That’s it. That’s a good girl. Did you swallow all of it? Show me your tongue again. Good girl.”

Ginny trembled as she knelt before him. Cum dripped down her chin and over her tits, while another big glob ran down her cheek. She’d been right; she’d been able to swallow his load without a problem. In fact, she could have managed more.

“Go on, clean my cock with your mouth,” Peacock urged, perhaps reading her thoughts. Her tongue began to lick at his sticky shaft, lapping up every drop that she hadn’t already swallowed. Eventually, his dick went soft and he took a couple of steps back, his camera again pointing at her.

“Say goodbye for the camera, Jenny,” Peacock told her.

“Goodbye, camera,” she slurred. “Blimey, the things a girl has to do to get a cuppa and a cheese sandwich!”

Peacock burst out laughing.
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