Published: May 30th 2024, 9:49:39 pm
Harry Potter, the current Lord Black, was sitting in his office. Mountains of parchment cast their dark shadows over him and though he had been going through them for some time now, the pile of resolved matters did not increase all that much.
Harry rubbed his head, feeling stress mounting. Why did he take this position?
A set of timid knocks broke the silence of the office.
“Come in.” Harry answered, his voice gruff with faux displeasure and barely hidden anticipation.
A trio of mature beautiful women entered the room, the air of nervousness about them.
That’s right. These three were the reason.
He knew what they were here for and so did they. Alas before they could get to the good stuff, they had some roleplay to go through. Andy better appreciate this.
If she did, the eldest Black sister did not show it. Andromeda was busy playing her role – of a naughty girl who sorely deserved punishment and a taste of her Lord’s authority. The others’ acting was not quite as good: Narcissa’s faux timidness was made somewhat less convincing by the impatience plain in her eyes, while Tonks, who was supposed to be playing rebellious Bellatrix, had trouble keeping amusement from her expression.
Still, it was not their theatre skills that Harry was about to enjoy.
No. It was their fine MILF bodies that made Harry’s cock twitch in anticipation.
For this, Tonks donned the look and posture of her most infamous aunt – Bellatrix Black. From her haughty aristocratic face, to her limber athletic build and a wild mane of jet black hair, Tonks looked so much like that madwoman, that if it weren’t for her clumsiness Harry would have probably hexed her by now.
Granted, the recreation was not identical. During Harry’s teenage years, Bellatrix looked haggard and worn from long hard years in Azkaban. It was hard to think of her womanly qualities then. Tonks, however, touched up everything that needed it. Her breasts were sizeable and perky, her ass was so fit and tight, Harry’s hands longed to squeeze it. And her skin was alabaster pale, without the sickly sheen of decades long imprisonment.
Gorgeous body was clad in unremarkable clothes. The only thing about Bella’s attire that caught Harry’s eye, was the utter lack of any sort of underwear, which made the perkiness of Bella’s tits all the more impressive
Her ‘sisters’ were no less beautiful. Andy made an effort to match ‘Bella’s’ looks, making the two of them appear like a pair of dark twins to contrast their little fair haired sister. All three radiated mature beauty, that, though lacking youthful freshness, exuded seductive appeal of experience.
Of course, right now the trio of sisters acted more like bratty teenagers they had once been, rather than MILFs they were in truth.
Harry moved his stern gaze from one sister to another, waiting for one of them to speak up. The women shifted and looked to one another, as if having a silent argument. They all knew the script, they knew full well why they were here.
They could have it the easy way or the hard way. Harry did not particularly mind either choice – he would have his share of pleasure in any case.
Still, it wouldn’t hurt to hurry things along.
“So, my darling girls,” Narcissa blushed prettily after hearing this, while Tonks just proudly thrust her chest forward. Andromeda just continued to stand with her arms crossed, affecting nonchalance. “Do you know why I summoned you to my study?”
Harry kept his voice cool and stern, his gaze hard. He cold see the goosebumps on the womens’ skin from his close attention. There was no missing the way the shifted and rubbed their thighs together, or the sweet scent of feminine arousal that started to slowly permeate the atmosphere. The slutty Black trio was enjoying this, even if the situation was supposed to be strict and ominous according to Andromeda’s script.
Oh well, Harry was not complaining. If it were up to him, he would have rather just fucked them, but if Andy wanted to spice things up, he was willing to oblige.
Finally, one of them broke the silence.
“We let our argument spill out of control. Our behaviour was unbecoming of scions of House Black and we tarnished both our own reputations as well as yours...My Lord.” Narcissa said meekly.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
“That is correct. Though I would add that the three of you also did significant damage to the furniture. Old relics don’t just grow on trees and those paintings were in this family for generations.”
“Ask me, the gits on them could use a little bit of burning.” ‘Bella’ scoffed.
Andromeda pinched Bella’s ass and hurriedly said:
“We are very sorry, My Lord.” She bowed her head in obeisance.
Narcissa copied the gesture and, after some insistent tugging from Andromeda, Bella followed suit.
No one spoke. Harry let the silence grow awkward and heavy, before standing up.
“It’s good you are ready to admit your guilt.” He said as he walked around the table.
The women tried to turn around to keep following him with their eyes, but a flex of will infused magic kept them staring at the wall.
“However, punishment is still in order.”
Narcissa’s shoulders tensed while Andromeda’s breathing grew heavy with arousal.
“Anything, My Lord.” She said, barely hiding excitement in her voice.
“Bend over. Palms on the table and make sure to stick out your asses.” Harry commanded and was gratified to see his command followed. Narcissa did so reluctantly, Andromeda eagerly, while Tonks let out a put upon sigh, but eventually followed suit.
A picture of three delectable asses presented itself to Harry. Thin fabrics of their short skirts did nothing to conceal their generous curves and once Harry flipped the skirts over, exposing their bare asses, he could see just how wet their pussies were.
The temptation to simply ram his cock into their waiting orifices is real and hard to resist. Harry’s cock is throbbing in its prison of cloth. Somehow the trio are aware of the effect they have on him, because he can feel their anticipation of what’s to come mount.
Shame Lord Black would have to disappoint them.
A simple summoning charm brought a nice wooden cane into his hand. A length of wood no thicker than a finger had been specially prepared for this. Only Andromeda had known about this, the rest had to guess the meaning of the sounds they heard.
Harry made several trial slashes through air, getting used to the grip and the handle. Once satisfied, Harry put it to use.
Hwap!
Slap!
Hwap!
Once, twice, thrice, Harry struck, leaving long red marks on the asscheeks of Andromeda, Bella and Cissy.
None of them managed to remain aloof to such harsh treatment. Narcissa, the youngest, cried out in pain and pressed her face into the table’s cold hard surface. Andromeda, on the other hand, threw her head back and let out a truly obscene moan of pleasure, her pussy gushing with feminine juices.
Bella’s reaction was the quietest. The silly slut tried to power through the sudden sharp pain and the following ache, but even she could not resist letting out a whimper. She clenched her buttocks, as if trying to squeeze out the agony from her flesh, but all it did was make her ass look nicer to Harry’s eyes.
The muscular rump begged to be touched and Harry was more than happy to do it.
Tonks hissed through clenched teeth when Harry gently caressed her reddened buttock, before slapping it gently with the palm of his hand.
“Nice, nice.” He murmured as he massaged Bella’s ass. “See what happens you are being naughty, girls?” The question was rhetorical. “But one strike would be too little for how badly you behaved.” Harry moved on from Bella’s ass and onto Narcissa’s. Hers was plumper but less tight. Still nice to the touch though, especially with these cute whimpers Cissy was making. “Ten strikes apiece sounds fair to me. You will, of course, count them out. Understood girls?”
“Naturally, My Lord.” “Yes, sir.” “If I have to.”
Harry grinned and got to work.
The cane whistled through the air before striking the soft flesh of the Black sisters’ asses. Each time Harry caned one of them, the woman struck would announce the number of the strike.
Though they started out with different opinions on the punishment, before long all three were dripping wet from the pain and pleasure mixing together most delightfully.
Harry had not considered himself a sadist, but something about having these three formidable women at his beck and call, obeying his commands and bending over backwards to most unreasonable requests spoke to him on a primal level.
His cock was stiff and waiting to be unleashed on these three sluts. Its skin rubbing against the relatively rough fabric of his undergarments gave some stimulation, but Harry was hungry for some real lovin’.
Fortunately he did not have to wait to get it.
The brown wood of the cane flashed through the air for the last time, leaving another mark on the cherry red ass of Bellatrix.
“Ten!” Tonks-turned-Bella breathed out with relief and excitement. Arousal was dripping down her thigh for a while now, forming a puddle on the floor. She knew what was coming. Then, Bella frowned when she saw Harry banish the cane. “Sir, Narcissa got only nine strikes! You forgot to cane her one last time.”
If Bella tried to sound helpful and nonchalant, she failed when her words came out as a whine.
Harry sighed. He had not forgotten, he simply let Bella fail his test.
“Shut up!” Narcissa hissed at her ‘sister’. “You got me in trouble. It’s bad enough Lord caned me at all. Shut your dirty mouth before I shut it for you.”
“Girls, you are embarrassing us before our Lord.” Andy tried to intervene ‘subtly’.
“Oh, shut up Andromeda!” “Stuff it, sis.”
Her sisters were less than appreciative of her warning.
Before their bickering could give him headache, Harry stops holding back his magic. His masculine presence floods the room around him, making the Black trio freeze in their tracks. Shivers run up and down their spines and more arousal spills from their waiting quims.
Satisfied with their silence, Harry said:
“Bella, I am pleased with your loyalty, but remember no one likes a tattle-tale.” Harry said sternly.
“But I-”
Bellatrix tried to turn around, but Harry’s will kept her still.
“You are sisters, all of you. You should be working together, not bicker like some bitter old hags.” There was no mistaking the way, Narcissa stiffened after hearing his words. “I think a common project will do you girls a lot of good. Something for you to cooperate on.”
Harry unzipped his pants and let go of the sisters. Immediately two things happened at once.
Harry’s cock sprang up out of the confines of Harry’s clothes, while the Black women turned around. The way their eyes widened and breathing accelerated was more than a little flattering, Harry had to admit.
Harry gave his cock a couple of strokes. It was iron hard, straining against its own skin. From the angry purple head, to the veiny and shaft and the ballsack heavy with his virile cum, it was a pillar of manhood with only one purpose – bringing about female submission.
“On your knees girls. Let’s see if you can put your mouths to a use better than mouthing off to each other.”
The three Black women dropped on their knees, uncaring of what it did to their knees. All of their attention was bound to the way precum was dripping from Harry’s cock.
Whether they heard his words, or simply their hunger for cock was stronger than their restraint, but all three lunged as one, with their lips parted and their tongues sticking out.
With moans of arousal, they began lavishing their adoration on Harry’s penis. Tongues and lips were put to good use as they kissed and licked Harry’s dick. With more enthusiasm than actual skill they did all they could to bring their Lord pleasure.
Of course, there was only so much space in front of Harry’s manhood and with the Black trio running more on their slutty instincts rather than conscious thought, some jostling and head bumping was inevitable.
It quickly grew more annoying than amusing.
“Remember girls. Teamwork.” Harry reminded them gruffly.
The eldest MILFs – Narcissa and Andromeda shared a look and a conspiratorial smile. Bella, who had been busy trying to lick Harry’s balls, yelped in surprise when the two older women grabbed her by her wild mane of hair.
Of course, when she realised what they were trying to do, Bella did not resist. She opened her mouth even wider and stuck out her tongue as Cissy and Andy impaled her throat on their Lord’s cock.
Harry threw his head back and moaned. Bella’s mouth was so wet and warm, her tongue so eager and diligent in lathering praise all over his shaft! Bellatrix gagged and choked on his dick, her throat muscles spasming desperately around his shaft. The woman’s saliva dripped down onto the floor as her ‘sisters’ used her body to give their Lord one of the sloppiest blowjobs he had ever experienced.
Soon, Narcissa began fingering Bellatrix, making the younger woman moan in pleasure, which, of course, sent most pleasant vibration through Harry’s shaft.
The women worked Bella’s throat relentlessly, using it and her for all they were worth. There was no mercy in their actions, only glee at being able to debase another woman for their Lord’s pleasure.
Suddenly Andromeda planted a kiss on Harry’s thigh.
“Are you pleased with our teamwork, My Lord?” She asked, batting her eyelashes at him. “We live to serve you, please make use of us to your hearts content.” She whispered sultrily.
This brought Harry over the edge.
With a groan of pleasure, Harry started to cum, He spewed rope after rope of his hot cum over all three of his sluts, painting their features white. Of course, Tonks-turned-Bellatrix got the most of his blessing. She was swirling a mouthful of cum and only a stern look from Harry stopped her from simply swallowing the load.
“Remember what I told you all about cooperation. Share!” He commanded.
Though disappointed, Tonks did not disobey and when her ‘sisters’ fell upon her, eagerly snowballed his hot cum into their eager mouths.
Harry watched, feeling his cock growing harder, as his sluts cleaned each other of his cum, using fingers and tongues to get every little speck of his semen. Once they were done, Harry did not mince words but bent them back over the table.
This time there was no hesitation or wariness from any of them.
They wiggled their pert thick behinds, eager to have their holes properly stuffed. It was a rich selection, with all three having their unique delights to offer their Lord.
Harry took a moment to take survey of the expanse of creamy flesh presented to him. The choice was hard as none could be called her sisters superior when it came to their delectable behinds.
In the end, Harry settled on starting off with Bellatrix who was in the middle.
Harry grabbed Andy’s and Cissy’s hands and made them spread Bella’s cheeks wide, exposing her vulnerable sphincter.
Ignoring, for the moment, disappointed whines of the sisters, Harry pushed his hips forward and thrust his slick with the spit cock past Bella’s anal muscles.
This time it was Bella’s turn cry out in pain and try to bury her head in the table. But Harry was certain the metamorphmagus was an anal slut and thus pressed on. As he fucked Bella’s tight little arse, the sounds Tonks made changed.
Less and less did cries of pain burst past her lips, replaced by whorish moans of pleasure.
Before long Bella was throwing her hips back, eager to meet Harry’s thrusts, her asshole clenching around his cock, as if loathing the idea of it leaving her fucked up behind.
Of course, Harry did not neglect his other two sluts. Roughly he fingered the other Black sisters, sinking his digits in their dripping cunts. The two bitches arched their backs and moaned in pleasure, their desperate pussies clenching around and clinging to their Lord’s fingers.
After bringing Bellatrix to a screaming orgasm from painal, Harry switched up to fucking Narcissa.
Then Andromeda.
Again and again Harry fucked the Black sisters’ asses, sheathing his cock in their sweet behinds, touching their cunts only with his fingers and never letting them cum from digital ministrations.
But even Harry had his limits. The pleasure he felt mounted, he could feel his ballsack tighten. With a roar befitting a beastly male rather than dignified Lord of of Most and Ancient and Noble House Black, Harry came all over the back and asses of his loyal sluts. Rope after rope of his virile cum he spewed over them, covering their pale skin with his white emissions.
As his penis slowly softened, Harry patted the MILFs’ asses, still cherry red from all the abuse.
“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson, girls.” He said, his voice tired.
“No, My Lord.” “Maybe another lesson, sir?” “I could use a revision.”
Harry snorted after hearing their insolent answers.
Still, he shook his head fondly.
“Minxes.”