Horny Hermione - Slughorn's Slut - Sex Stories

Horny Hermione - Slughorn's Slut

... you don’t have to.” In that moment, Professor Sprout might have become Hermione’s favorite teacher of all time. Fifteen minutes later, the Herbology professor came out beaming. “He wants to talk to you,” she said, “He thinks he can help you.” Relief flooded Hermione as she stood. “Thank you so much, Professor.” “Not at all,” she said, suddenly turning stern. “Now I’m going to go see Filch about this flower. Totally inappropriate.” With that she marched off. Satisfied that this would soon be over and Filch would be punished, Hermione walked inside Professor Slughorn’s office. “So, Miss Granger,” the old potion master said, clearing his throat. “Professor Sprout explained to me that you have an interesting problem. May I?” He said gesturing to her. When Hermione pulled her cloak tighter around herself, he chuckled. “Now, now, Ms. Granger, I must see the problem if I am to fix it. If you please,” he gestured again. With some reluctance, Hermione let the cloak fall open. “Take it off please,” Professor Slughorn instructed. Pulling at the string of her cloak, it pooled at her feet revealing her in the scandalously slutty outfit that had once been her school uniform. “Ah yes, I see,” the potion master said, pushing away from his desk to walk around her. His fat fingers brushed over her rounded ass, his fingertips skimming the bottom of her cheeks which barely peeked out before running up her stomach to brush along her breasts. Instead of pulling away, Hermione moaned as her pussy ...

... gushed and her nipples became hard, jutting out under the thin white t-shirt. “So sensitive,” he muttered. “Does this make you horny?” he asked, circling a finger around one hard nub. The simple gesture nearly caused her knees to go weak. “Yes, Professor,” she gasped, her eyes hooded. “Can you help me?” “Possibly,” Professor Slughorn shrugged noncommittally. “But why would I want to?” Hermione’s eyes snapped in surprise. Professor Slughorn’s smile spread, causing the corners of his large mustache to rise making him look oddly like a basset hound. “A slut ripe for the taking,” he hissed, his hands going to fist in her hair. “When Professor Sprout explained what had happened to you, all I could think was how many times I’d wanted to stuff my dick in your mouth just to make you shut up in class. Now look at you. So fuckable.” “Profess-” Hermione’s whimper was interrupted. “Get down on your knees, whore, and suck my dick,” Professor Slughorn ordered, using her hair to force her to her knees. Pulling up his night shirt, his average sized, but very thick, cock sprang out. Hermione ran her tongue along the head of it before sucking the head into her mouth. She suddenly craved nothing more than to give her professor the best blow job of his life and slowly worked him into his mouth. Professor Slughorn groaned at the feel of this teenager’s tongue on his dick. Looking down, he could barely believe his luck. So many times he’d dreamed of fucking these spoiled brats but had refrained for ...