The Great Recession (Ch. 8)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

The Great Recession

Chapter 8

Since being pulled from the pits of poverty, Apolline had finally rekindled her friendship with her old group of friends. Truthfully, she had missed the old days of sitting at the cafe, eating cheese with her wine, and gossiping about every nonsensical thing. Needless to say, she was quite excited when they invited her out for a weekend in Paris. They didn’t have the gold that they used to have, but they still had enough for the occasional small shopping trip. However, she couldn’t bear the thought of arriving in Paris looking like a cautionary tale. For too many months, she’d steeled herself against the gossipy leers of the Veela old guard and the watchful eyes of every snide Parisienne witch who hadn’t lost everything in the recession. She was not, under any circumstances, going to be the woman who had to hide from the world in shame and embarrassment. Never again, Apolline told herself.

She studied her reflection in the hallway mirror and considered her dress. It was white, nearly see-through, and it floated around her ass and upper thighs with every step of her heeled feet. She brushed her fingers over her hips, then cocked her head at her own smug reflection. If Harry liked tits, he would get an eyeful. If he liked legs, she would flash the entirety of her gorgeous thighs just by turning around, and if he wanted a piece of pussy, she would spread her legs and offer hers. Either way, she was getting that gold.

She found Harry in the main corridor, walking toward his office. As usual, he was casually dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. It amazed her how little he cared about what people thought of him. Harry was the wealthiest person she knew, but he still dressed like a commoner. The local paper loved to publish scandalous stories about him while calling him a sleaze merchant, but Harry took it all in stride. He told her that they were just jealous that he was living the dream while they were drifting on the edge of destitution. Apolline understood what he was saying and even agreed. She knew firsthand how vindictive people could be when they were jealous. It was practically the story of her life. 

She scurried over to him on her wedge heels and gripped his wrist before he noticed her. “‘Arry,” she purred, drawing out his name in her sexiest French accent. “You are awake early. Were you ‘oping to see me?” she asked teasingly. 

Harry looked her up and down with the cool, measured stare of a man who knew exactly what he wanted. “I’m always up for you, Apolline … even when I’m not awake.” He teased her back.

She twirled and giggled, letting the hem of the dress rise dangerously high. “Good, because I ‘ave a request.” She tugged his hand lower, until it brushed the inside of her thigh. She dropped her voice. There were a lot of women in the Playwiz Mansion, and they could be just as snarky and jealous as anyone else. She didn’t want them to hear what she had to say. 

“I must visit Paris for the weekend, and I need a new wardrobe. The last time I visited in old clothes, a gossip column called me ‘the matron saint of charity cases.’ Can you believe that?”

Harry laughed, and the sound was warm and sympathetic. Harry knew what it was like to be ragged on by the media. “So you need some Galleons.” It certainly wasn’t a question.

“Per’aps a few,” she said, smiling sexily and batting her long, thick lashes. She angled her body so he got the perfect view of her deep cleavage. 

He raised an eyebrow. “And what do I get in return? Besides the pleasure of funding France’s sexiest woman?”

Apolline closed the distance and pressed her bountiful chest against his arm. “I will model every piece for you … I promise, it will be a pleasant experience. The French make such lovely silk. It clings to my body in ways you can only dream.”

He didn’t move, but his eyes traced the outline of her hard nipples through the cheap fabric of her dress. “That does sound hard to pass up.”

She giggled, dragging her palm over the front of his jeans. He wasn’t hard, but he was getting there. She liked the feel of it as it slowly swelled under her loving caresses. “A private show from me is something you will never forget,” she assured him with a breathy whisper in his ear.

He leaned in until their noses almost touched. “Let me think about it.”

She squeezed his bulge and rolled it in her palm. “Please, ‘Arry. For me? I will make it worth your while.” Her accent thickened, the sultry French vowels practically caressing his eardrums.

Harry ran his free hand down her side and over her wide hip. “Is that a fact?” he asked with a cheeky smile. 

She pulled him by the hand, marching him toward her room. “Come, I will show you ‘ow serious I am.”

They passed a gaggle of house elves who were dusting the framed photos on the wall. Apolline pushed open the door to her suite and yanked Harry inside. Apolline closed the door and stepped out of her heels. She pressed her back against the door and slowly lowered the thin spaghetti straps of her dress. The white fabric peeled away, fluttered to the carpet, and she stood naked except for the silver anklet she had begged him to buy her.

Harry’s eyes widened, just for a second. Her breasts were round, perky, and stood high on her chest. Her nipples were pink, impossibly stiff, and almost glossy in the morning light. Her belly was so smooth it looked like she’d been sculpted from the finest marble. The gentle slope of her lower belly led to a hairless mound with taut lips underneath that barely peeked out. Her thighs were creamy smooth, and her legs were long and shapely.

Apolline expertly turned on her tiptoes and moved to the bed. She crawled onto the mattress and lowered her body, thrusting her ass high in the air and pointing it at Harry. She wiggled her wide bottom, and the smooth cheeks jiggled in a way that demanded his attention. She spread her knees, arched her back, and reached back to part her lips with two fingers. Her pussy was a perfect, tight pink crescent that was already glistening, and her asshole was a small, flawless button that was just a shade darker than the rest of her porcelain skin.

She glanced over her shoulder, daring him to deny her. “You like what you see, non?”

Harry answered her by peeling his t-shirt off in one move. She liked the way his chest looked, and she enjoyed how unselfconscious he was about the scars. He slid his jeans and boxers off, and his cock was already half-hard and twitching. He climbed onto the bed behind her, cupped her pussy with his palm, and began to circle her clit with his thumb.

Apolline gasped, pressing her hips back. She could feel herself getting wetter, and she started smearing her juices against his hand. “You see? I’m worth every Galleon,” she moaned, rocking her hips in time with his thumb.

Harry bent forward, his breath hot against the curve of her spine. “That remains to be seen,” he said, and his thumb moved faster, rubbing her swollen bead until she trembled.

She buried her face in the duvet, muffling a needy, shameless cry. “More,” she demanded, not caring how desperate she sounded. “More, s’il vous plait!”

He hooked his other hand around her waist and pulled her up, steadying her so she wouldn’t collapse. He pinched her clit, rolled it between two fingers, then slid his middle finger inside her, just to see how tight she was. Apolline shuddered and made a soft, hungry sound that Harry wanted to record and play back every day for the rest of his life. He was so hard it almost hurt, but he took his time. He wanted to savor her, to see how much she could take before she begged again.

She looked over her shoulder, eyes wild and shining. “You are not going to fuck me?” she pouted. “Was I not a good girl?”

Harry grinned cheekily, pumping his finger in and out while watching her walls cling and pull. “I think you can be better.”

She mewled, pushing back against his hand. She wiggled her ass, making it bounce. Apolline hoped to tempt him with the sight of her asshole flexing open and closed. She could smell herself. The womanly scent hung thick in the air, making her feel feral. Harry added a second finger and curled them, pressing deeper. Apolline’s arms buckled, and she pressed her face into the sheets, her moans rising in pitch. She could feel herself getting close, and she almost wanted to stop him, just to draw it out. However, she couldn’t … not with his fingers inside her and his palm grinding against her clit. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, spasming as she came. The pleasure was intense, blooming from the base of her spine and traveling upward.

Harry slowed, withdrawing his fingers with care. He pressed his cock against the seam of her ass, letting her feel the length of it. She reached back and pulled his hips closer, greedy for more. “Please, ‘Arry,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Take me now.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “We haven’t negotiated payment yet.” Harry was slowly thrusting his hips, sawing his cock along the crack of her ass.

She laughed and wiggled her ass again for emphasis. “I trust that you will give me everything I desire.” He lined up behind her, and she waited, trembling, for the next move.

Harry took his time. He placed his hands on Apolline’s hips, steadying her as she squirmed. The heat of her body was amazing. She was hot, flushed, and ready to go. He used both thumbs to pull her pussy lips wide, exposing her velvety, pink insides. The opening was small and perfect, and her inner walls were glistening. He watched as she squeezed her pussy, the muscles flexing in a wave that made her hole wink shut and then blossom open again.

“Show off,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

Apolline tossed her hair, but she couldn’t hide her pride. She arched her back, shoving her ass higher and making the cheeks spread open. The motion made her pussy gape a little more, showing even more of her slick, greedy insides. Harry leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh before biting it gently. Then he moved up and sucked one cheek, leaving a red, perfect imprint. She jumped at the contact, a shocked gasp escaping her.

He gripped the cheeks and spread them wide apart. Apolline shivered and moaned, then he licked her. He started at the base of her pussy, drawing his tongue all the way up the inside of her butt cheek, and ended at her asshole. He flicked his tongue there, and Apolline gasped. It puckered tight, then relaxed. He blew a soft breath on it, making her whimper.

“ ‘Arry,” she said breathlessly, and it almost sounded like a question.

He pressed the tip of his tongue directly against her asshole and swirled it. Apolline’s response made him smile. Her whole body jerked, and the motion was wild and uncoordinated. She looked back over her shoulder. Her blue eyes were wide, and her mouth was open. “My ex … ‘e never …” She trailed off, breathless.

Harry licked her again, harder this time, flattening his tongue and dragging it over the puckered hole. He kept massaging her pussy, circling her clit with one thumb while his tongue worked her asshole. Every time he flicked it, she moaned louder, and her hips bucked backward, desperate for more.

“Oh, ‘Arry … that feels so good.” Her voice was shaky and lustful.

He slid one finger inside her pussy, then another. She clenched down on them with her greedy, wet walls. At the same time, he kept lapping at her ass and tracing small circles with the tip of his tongue. Apolline lost it. She trembled, and her back arched. Her hands gripped the bedspread until her knuckles turned white. She didn’t even scream. She just shook, every muscle contracting in a silent, rippling orgasm.

Harry kept his fingers inside her until the spasms slowed. Then he pulled them out and licked her pussy one last time for good measure. He leaned back, admiring the mess she’d made. Apolline slumped forward, ass still in the air, legs trembling, and her breath a wild, broken pant. She looked back at him, her hair sticking to her face and her eyes glassy with pleasure.

“Again,” she whispered. Harry chuckled and smacked her sexy bottom. 

Harry grabbed Apolline’s hips and pulled her back, slamming her ass against his thighs. She yelped and buried her face in the sheets, but she pushed back, matching his thrust. He lined up and pressed his cock against her, the head sliding into her pussy with no resistance. She was obscenely wet, and the sound of each stroke was a wet, slurping smack.

He buried himself all the way to the hilt and held there for a moment. Apolline tightened around him, squeezing his cock for all it was worth, then let go, making Harry moan loudly. He started moving slowly at first, letting her feel every inch of his manhood. The tightness was perfect, and her pussy molded to him. She whimpered and clawed at the bedspread, her gorgeous blonde hair wild around her face.

“ ‘arder,” she said, her voice muffled. “Fuck me ‘arder,” Apolline begged.

Harry gladly obliged. He sped up, driving into her with deep, relentless strokes. The bed creaked under them, and the headboard banged against the wall. Every time he bottomed out, her ass rippled and jiggled, the cheeks pink from where he’d smacked them. He loved watching her take it, and he loved the flush of pink spreading over her back and shoulders.

Apolline cried out, the sound a mixture of laughter and overwhelming pleasure. “You are … so big … merde … yes …” She dropped to her elbows, and her face pressed into the duvet. She pushed her ass up even higher for him.

Harry felt her start to spasm around his cock, her pussy clenching tighter and tighter. She was close again, already. He reached around, found her clit, and rubbed it in quick circles. She came with a shriek, her body locking up and her thighs quivering. Her perfect pussy milked him, pulling him deeper, until he almost lost control, but he held back, wanting to make her cum again.

He kept fucking her and pounding her pussy until it was a sloppy mess. She started to babble in French. Words tumbled out, desperate and pleading. He smacked her ass, and she squealed, loving every second of it. She came again, messier this time. Her juices splattered onto his thighs. Apolline squeaked loudly as her body began bucking and trembling uncontrollably, but he didn’t stop. He pushed through it and fucked her harder and harder until she was breathing like she had just run five laps around the perimeter of his property. Only then did he slow down, pulling her upright against his chest and holding her tight. She was gasping, half-laughing, and completely spent.

“Merde, ‘Arry. My ex-’usband is nothing compared to you,” she praised him as he played with her perky tits. Harry chuckled, still hard inside her and ready for more.

Harry wanted to see her beautiful face when she came. He pulled out, spun Apolline onto her back, and hooked her legs over his shoulders. Her knees nearly touched her ears, and her pussy was wide open, glistening and raw from the pounding she’d just taken.

He drove back into her, fast and deep. Each thrust made her whole body rock up the bed. Her tits bounced wildly, and her nipples were flushed and dark with arousal. He grabbed her ankles, pinning her in place, and fucked her like he was trying to imprint the shape of his cock onto her womb.

Apolline clawed at his arms, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her back was bowed, and she gasped with every slam. He bent forward, folding her nearly in half, and sucked on her neck. “ ’Arry!” She squealed and babbled in French. Her blue eyes rolled back, and her pink tongue lolled from her open mouth.

He didn’t stop. He kept going, watching her gorgeous face and loving how every spasm and moan was honest and unfiltered. She started to shake again, her thighs quivering, and he felt her cunt tighten. Another orgasm was quickly approaching.

She came with a loud, desperate cry, her nails digging into his shoulders. The grip of her pussy was intense, milking him as her silky walls rippled and fluttered around his thrusting shaft, and Harry finally let himself go. He groaned, shoving in as deep as he could, and unloaded inside her. He kept thrusting and riding out the orgasm until they were both spent and trembling.

For a long moment, there was only their breathing. Apolline let her legs fall to the sides, panting and her chest heaving. Harry leaned over and kissed her lips, her chin, and her throat, then he collapsed beside her. She turned to face him, her face flushed and her hair stuck to her forehead. “So? Was I worth the investment?” she asked teasingly through labored breaths. 

Harry chuckled and caressed her inner thigh. “Absolutely.”

She wiggled closer, wrapping her arms around him. “You will give me the gold?”

He laughed. “Take whatever you want. Paris isn’t ready for you.”

Apolline kissed his neck, and her fingers traced lazy circles on his chest. “You spoil me, mon amour.”

He squeezed her ass and gave it a gentle pat. “Consider it a down payment.”

She stretched like a satisfied cat. “When I return, I will model everything … with nothing underneath.”

Harry closed his eyes, smiling. “Is that a promise?”

“Oui,” she whispered, snuggling in, “and I keep my promises.” Apolline pressed her lips to his and shoved her tongue into his mouth. It wasn’t a bad way to start the day, Harry thought.