Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism - Ch 10 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism - Ch 10

... mouth, lapping them up with her tongue like a kitten enjoying milk. "Good girl" he commended. She didn't wait to be told, and got down on her knees as soon as she was done with his cum. Malfoy stepped towards her, and groaned as her lips closed around his rapidly rising cock. He had softened after his finish, but with her lips wrapped tight around his shaft he couldn't stop himself from getting hard even if he wanted to. Not that he was ever unwilling. He took her head in his hands and began pumping back and forth, forcing his full length into her throat and beyond in slow rhythmic thrusts. "Can you taste it?" he asked her. "Tell me." "Yngghh, Unghh knhhh" she moaned onto his balls. Laughing, he gave a violent shove and heard her gag beneath him. He then began to hammer in and out of her, making her wretch and gag repeatedly for several minutes. Pansy was a great actress, she acted like she was shocked and terrified for the show. But Malfoy knew just how much she loved being abused by him. He was her master, and his pleasure was also hers. When he grew weary ...

... from the treatment, he let himself go, gave into the desire, and loosed a torrent of his noble seed deep into Pansy's throat. He felt her swallowing, trying to take him all. But it was not to be, and several strands erupted from around her mouth and ran down her chin making her look like the slut she was. Malfoy kept her down there, her mouth still clasped to his dick. She was only too happy to oblige, loving having her lips around his manhood. He knew her motives. He had realized the second time she had ever fucked him. Pansy knew she would never be powerful herself, she hadn't the stomach nor the resources. But he would be. And for the same reason she fucked Blaise, she fucked him. Because she understood the way of the world. As with fame, some people are so powerful that you can fuck them and then you're powerful. And Pansy was simply staking her claim on his dick, in the hope that Malfoy's vie for power was not in vain. He wouldn't disappoint her. He wouldn't let his father down either. The Malfoy name would not be tarnished, not while he still drew breath.