Penelope didn't answer right away. Her eyes dropped again to his cock—so warm and weighty in her grip. She slid the foreskin back, exposing the swollen head fully now. That tiny slit teased her, as if daring her tongue closer. She let her thumb brush over it, smearing the trace of slickness over the head, watching it throb in response.
She licked her lips again, slower this time. Her hand started to move faster now, confident. Each stroke firmer than the last, gliding up the shaft, twisting just slightly at the top, then sliding back down to the base with a squeeze. She admired every inch of him like a rare find; his sheer size, the throbbing veins, the way his cock seemed to love being touched by her.
"Ah… t-too dry," Dudley groaned, wincing just a little. His hand found its way into her silky blonde hair, fingers curling in that glossy mass.
Penelope blinked up at him, then leaned in closer with urgency. Her lips parted as she pressed her face to his lap. Her tongue peeked out first, giving the swollen tip a lick before she wrapped her lips around him. The scent hit her nose immediately: clean sweat, musk, and the faint bitterness of his pre-cum. Her mouth opened wider to take him in.
It wasn't the best blowjob he'd ever gotten, not by a long shot. Her lips were soft, but her rhythm clumsy; too shallow at times, too fast at others. She suckled with effort, unsure but eager, making small, wet sounds as her tongue struggled to twist around his shaft in gentle massages. It was clear she hadn't done this many times… but the way she tried, the way her eyes asked for approval? That turned him on more than any seasoned woman ever could.
Dudley leaned his head back for a moment, eyes fluttering, letting himself melt into the feeling… Then, he stopped her with a gentle tug on her hair. He shifted his chair back with a push of his feet, spreading his knees wider.
She blinked, lips still parted, a little spit connecting her mouth to the tip of his pulsing cock.
"I think… I need better proof, Penny." His eyes dropped to her skirt, hunger flashing in them.
Penelope flushed instantly, but the heat between her legs drowned out the embarrassment. She stood up on shaky legs, bunching her skirt around her waist without hesitation. The stretch of her pantyhose hugged her slender thighs, her legs long and tight. Without breaking eye contact, she reached down between her thighs and ripped a hole in the sheer fabric right over her covered pussy.
A tear echoed faintly, followed by her breathy gasp as the cool air touched her skin.
"Take a seat, Penny." Dudley was stroking himself again, cock still glistening and iron-hard, his pants bunched at his ankles.
To his surprise, Penelope turned around and simply sat straight down on his lap like he was the chair.
She spread her legs wide, planting her heels on either side of him. One hand slid between her legs to move the bridge of her panties aside, and the other reached for his cock, lining him up with her eagerly soaked entrance. Her fingers trembled a little as she angled him against her glistening slit.
She started to lower her hips slowly. His thick cockhead pushed at her rosy folds, parting them with agonizing resistance. She expected it after seeing his size.
"Ahn—!" she gasped, a sharp hiss escaping her lips as she sank just the tip inside. "F-fuck, you're… big… Boss."
Her hips paused, pussy clenching tight around his swollen cockhead. It wasn't her first time, but it had been too long since the last time. She'd almost forgotten the burn of a real stretch. Her moan was breathy and broken, head falling back as her body adjusted to his girth.
She moved again, taking more of him in with each slow bounce of her hips. Her pussy grew wetter, more slippery, swallowing him deeper as her arousal soaked them both. Her thighs trembled as she rode him, pace still slow, savoring every inch.
Dudley gripped her waist, guiding her movements, lifting her up and pulling her down with hungry control. His mind blanked out everything but the heat of her pussy wrapped tight around his cock. The way she squeezed him, it was heaven. He felt like a man dying of thirst finally drinking with deep gulps, letting her body drench the dry, aching need he'd been holding off for far too long.
She leaned forward slightly, panting as her hips moved along his cock, in and out of her soaked cunt. "Ah—Ahhh… I-I think it's working… Sir…"
Dudley groaned, watching her toned ass rise and fall over him, every bounce slick with her juices. "Only one way to find out, Penny… all the way."
Dudley's hand slid around her waist, creeping up until it found her chest. Without hesitation, he cupped one of her jolting breasts through her shirt, his fingers kneading it roughly as his thumb flicked over her stiff nipple beneath the fabric.
The sudden, possessive touch made Penelope's breath choke—and then snap. Her body shuddered violently.
"Ah—aaaah!!" she cried out, her head thrown back as she came hard on his cock. Pussy clenching in helpless, tight spasms, nectar seeping down and thoroughly coating his flesh wand. Her thighs quivered on either side of his, hips jerking involuntarily. She trembled so much she could barely hold herself up.
She usually didn't finish that fast but this was… her first cock in more than three years. She starved for this sensation and finally had it.
"Table… Penny."
Still spiraling from her climax, she barely registered his voice before he pulled her off his lap. With ease, he manhandled her onto the wooden table nearby, laying her back and stepping between her legs. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, the torn pantyhose still clinging to her thighs as he lifted her ankles and rested them on his shoulders.
Dudley leaned forward, reaching around her thighs to grab at the buttons of her shirt. One by one, they popped open under his fingers until he could push the sides apart and expose her pale bra. He shoved the cups up without ceremony, baring her perky tits.
They were soft, handfuls, almost too delicate for what he was about to do. Her nipples barely stood out against the rest of her skin; light pink, nearly the same tone as her flushed, heaving chest. But they were perfect. Kissable. Biteable. He couldn't look away.
"Aaaah! S-Sir!" she gasped as his eyes drank her in. Her intentional use of 'sir' and 'boss' made his hunger deeper.
Dudley grunted and gripped his cock, guiding it back to her still-aching pussy. He didn't hesitate. He pushed in; deep, slick, all the way, balls deep.
Squelch!
Her soaked cunt welcomed him with a filthy wet sound, and he groaned at the tight, milking sensation. Her legs, resting on his shoulders, clenched inward with every deep thrust, making her pussy clamp down harder around him.
"AHH—! F-Fuck—D-Dudley—too deep—!" she wailed, head shaking back and forth on the table, lost in the overwhelming stretch. Her brows pinched, lips parted in shock and bliss. His cock felt like it reached places she hadn't touched in years; too much, and still not enough. She was full, stuffed, every stroke dragging along her tender inner walls and pushing deeper, deeper, like he was trying to plant himself right into her womb.
She felt stuck on his cock. Pierced through, deliciously impaled.
Dudley loved seeing her delectably agonized expression and started thrusting harder, pounding into her. The table creaked beneath them, pens and papers clattering to the floor, the computer shaking. Every slap of skin echoed off the walls.
Then he reached down and placed a broad palm on her lower belly, right over where his cock was spearing into her. He pressed firmly, eyes locked on hers.
"Feel that? I–I think you're… right. It works…. perfectly," he growled.
"Oooooh! F-Fuck!" Penelope screamed, eyes rolling back. She could feel everything. Every inch that shoved through her soaked walls, every ridge of his cock scraping her from the inside. The pressure of his hand made her feel tighter, more aware of just how deep he was buried.
So sinful, so perfect.
Dudley leaned in, the fire in his belly threatening to consume him. He bent his head, licking a stripe up her chest before closing his mouth around one of her cute nipples. He sucked hard, then let go with a wet pop and kissed up her collarbone, her neck, then her mouth.
He hovered there, barely an inch away, breathing hot against her lips.
"W-Where?" he asked. He was right on the edge, twitching inside her.
"I-In… Inside! Please… I have the potion… Oooh!"
"You came prepared?" Dudley grunted, his voice deep and ragged, hips still slamming into her drenched cunt.
Penelope giggled breathlessly, lifting herself up onto her elbows, her tits bouncing slightly with each thrust. She leaned forward, pressing her flushed, sweaty forehead against his. "I've been… wanting to do this with you for… oh… sooo-oh long!"
Plap! Plap!
The sounds of their bodies slapping together grew louder, wetter, filthier, and uncontrolled. That confession flipped a switch in him. He fucked her harder, deeper, burying himself all the way to the hilt with each thrust.
"Since when?" he grunted out.
"S-School… but I was scared… that you-uh—you wouldn't want thissss~"
"Fuck! I'd be clinically insane if I didn't want this, Penny… Gah!" His lips crashed against hers, their mouths devouring each other's moans and gasps. It was rushed, hot, a kiss born of years of pent-up want.
Penelope wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him like she'd never let go. Her back arched off the table, legs still hooked over his shoulders, her pussy stretched wide around his cock.
"Aaaaah… Yes! Dudley!"
Her cries echoed around the office as she came again, her whole body shaking against him, her cunt squeezing tight, kneading his entire length.
Dudley groaned, throbbing deep inside her. Her orgasm dragged his right out of him. He slammed in one final time and exploded.
Their combined climax hit like a storm. His cock pumped thick white spurts into her, hot and messy, mixing with her sticky juices and gushing out around his cock. Their bodies stayed joined as the mess began dripping freely, a warm stream pooling beneath them on the polished wood.
Panting, he slowly lowered her legs, kissed her swollen lips again, and then, without pulling out, slid his arms under her thighs and lifted her with ease.
Still impaled on his cock, she gasped, dazed and twitching, her tits bare, nipples glossy with sweat and spit. He sat down on his chair, holding her snug on his lap. Her cunt squeezed his spent cock with every tiny movement, still aching from the stretch.
They made out again, long, wet, and unrelenting. Their tongues tangled, lips locking like they hadn't just fucked themselves stupid moments earlier.
"I hope that… helped you relax," Penelope murmured against his lips, her voice dreamy, eyelids fluttering.
Dudley chuckled softly, brushing a few blonde strands out of her face. He didn't answer with words; just a slow, lazy twitch of his cock still buried in her hot, cream-filled pussy. "I'd like to test it again… if you don't mind."
"Really? I thought guys can only…"
"Shh…"
He hushed her with a kiss and lifted her ass with both hands. His cock, still softening, slid slightly out of her. But the second her soaked, tight walls gripped him again, the heat and squeeze made his pulse stir.
He eased himself back inside, not fully hard yet, but getting there. That scorching tightness welcomed him like it was made for his cock. And knowing she was his senior? That only stirred his hunger further.
But fate, cruel and timely, interrupted them.
Knock! Knock!
"Sir, you have a guest waiting." Edwin's voice came from the door. "It's that same long-haired blond guy from back then."
"Lucius?!" Dudley's cock limped instantly.
Penelope jumped off his lap and rushed to fix her clothes. She was fast and even waved her wand to make the room smell nice, not of their passionate sex.
"I should go." Penelope grabbed the empty coffee cup.
"Penny!" Dudley called, tightening his belt buckle. "See you tonight."
Blushing, she ran out of the room. It was confusing to Dudley how some girls act so wild during sex but turn into shy maidens afterwards.
Hormones, I guess.
Moments later, he sat back in his seat and picked up the phone, telling his assistant to send in the guest. Very soon, Lucius, dressed in his noble attire and hair too silky for a man, walked in, a smirk plastered on his face.
You're a long way from home, Lucius. I guess Draco passed on the gossip in time.
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