Indecent Proposal (Ch. 7)

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

Indecent Proposal

Chapter 7

The front doors of the manor swung shut behind her with a muted thud. Daphne’s arms ached from the heavy load she was carrying. The thin strings of the bag handles dug into her delicate palms. It was the price she paid for shopping all morning. She stooped and unburdened herself, letting the parcels slump at the foot of the staircase.

Giggles leaked out from the corridor ahead. She knew exactly who those annoying, high-pitched notes belonged to. Daphne froze and turned toward the corridor. One heel clicked after another against the expensive marble as she walked toward the den.

At the den door, she hovered. The shine on the walnut paneling gave back a dulled reflection of herself.  Her cheeks were pink from the early morning cold, and her black hair was still in the haphazard knot from shopping. She flattened herself against the frame and peered through the gap of the slightly ajar door. 

Astoria sat curled beside Harry, her knees resting on Harry’s lap. Light from the tall windows soaked her smooth, pale skin, making it shimmer attractively. Her panties were a scrap of rose satin, and the crotch was so thin that Daphne could see each fold of flesh pressing out on either side. There was no hair, just a silken split of impossibly smooth flesh. A pale seam of her pussy was thankfully hidden by the thin scrap of fabric. The camisole she wore clung loosely to her body, displaying an absurd amount of cleavage, and the hem was just high enough to reveal the lower curve of her breasts. Her small, pert nipples pressed against the thin, white silk. Daphne’s stomach lurched, and she couldn’t stop from sneering at the disgusting display of affection.

Harry lounged on the couch, one arm draped along the backrest while his fingers idly combed through Astoria’s dark spill of hair. His thumb grazed the lobe of her ear. She laughed again and snuggled closer. 

“I hate being skint,” Astoria was saying. The words were sugary sweet. “The new fashion season just started, and my wardrobe’s tragically inadequate.” She dipped her shoulder, and the strap of the camisole slid down and bared more cleavage.

Harry smiled cheekily as he brazenly stared down into her top, visually feasting on her soft skin rather than listening. Behind the door, Daphne’s fingers found the door frame, her nails pressing half-moon shapes into the wood. Astoria tilted her head up at him, and her long, black lashes fluttered. “I wish I had a sexy man who could spot me some gold.” She poked his thigh. “For clothes, you know? I promise the pieces would be …” she said while sexily biting her finger. “...very tasteful.”

His chuckle rumbled in his chest. “I sincerely doubt that.”

Astoria let out a fresh giggle. “You’ve seen what passes for tasteful on me.” She gestured at her own torso. Harry’s eyes swept over her exposed belly and hard nipples that were tenting the front of her top. The satin at her hips twitched as she squirmed against him. Daphne had heard enough. She pushed open the door with a flourish.

The door drifted open on silent hinges. The air around her shifted. It was suddenly filled with the scent of sandalwood and the peaches-and-cream body spray Astoria wore. “Go put something on, Astoria,” Daphne irritatedly snapped.

Astoria didn’t flinch. She merely rolled her head and placed it on Harry’s shoulder. She shot Daphne a knowing smile. “I am dressed,” she cheekily responded. 

Daphne crossed the room in two strides. Silk rustled around her thighs. “Real clothes,” Daphne replied with an irritated look. 

“Daph, you seem tense. Is everything alright?” Astoria humorously asked as she unfolded herself. 

Her lithe body sat up straight, and Harry happily stared at the way her perky breasts bounced around in her loosely fitted top. Astoria rose slowly to her bare feet, her tiny panties stretched low on her hips. The two sets of strings on the sides of her panties were like ribbons on a gift that Harry had not yet opened.

Daphne set her attention on Harry instead. “Stop encouraging her.”

He shrugged, not really caring that she was obviously annoyed. “What can I say? I like the view,” he said teasingly. Daphne’s annoyance grew greater when she saw the way his stupid eyes twinkled with delight. 

Astoria beamed, her hands on her waist. “Thank you, Harry! I try my best to stay in good shape. What do you think?” she asked as she twirled once and deliberately over-rotated to let the short hem of her loose camisole flare. 

The white silk lifted, flashing more skin. She stepped closer to Harry so that her covered pussy was right in his face. She playfully bounced her hips from side to side, and the thin, tight crotch of her panties couldn’t withstand the sudden force. The thin material slipped aside, and the cleft between her legs lay exposed for a single heartbeat when fabric peeled away. Light glanced off the moist line of her glimmering entrance. Astoria giggled, reached down, and slowly pulled them back, covering herself from Harry’s lustful gaze.

Harry’s palm found the back of Astoria’s thigh. He slowly moved his hand upward, his fingers skating along the crease where her leg met the crotch of her panties. He stopped shy of touching her damp panties, but Astoria was holding her breath nonetheless. Daphne’s mouth dried, and she wanted nothing more than to reach out and smack them both.

“You see?” Astoria purred down at Harry. “He’s got good taste.”

Harry tipped his head up, and there was nothing but amusement in his green eyes. “Astoria wears herself well.” Her skin shuddered under his touch, and his thumbs kneaded with just enough pressure to leave brief pink prints. A sigh slipped from Astoria’s lips. She shifted her weight and leaned into Harry’s caress. Her body arched until she was almost riding his hand. The satin covering her pussy darkened with fragrant wetness. Daphne could smell the arousal hanging thick in the air. 

Daphne was really getting annoyed now. This was typical of Astoria. She had no respect for other people’s possessions. “Out,” she said, glaring at her.

Astoria mock pouted. “Harry …”

Daphne pointed at the door. “Now!” she snapped. “And don’t show yourself again until you cover up,” she added. 

With a twist of her hips and an annoyed throw of her hair, Astoria bent at the waist. Her lips brushed Harry’s before he could respond. Instead of a simple peck, it was a slow drag of her lips against his, and Daphne saw the tiny flash of pink tongue that made a wet click when it withdrew. She hummed in delight, then pivoted, her hair flicking like a whip. She shot Daphne a smirk that made her teeth grind. 

Each step out of the room was echoed by the slapping of bare feet on the floor. Her hips swayed in a way that made it very clear that she was flaunting in front of Daphne. The curved flesh of her wide ass bounced as shadows cupped the under-crease of each cheek. The door at the far end closed softly. Then there was blissful silence. Daphne exhaled through her clenched teeth.

For a second, nothing moved but dust slowly twisting in the columns of light coming through the window. Harry remained relaxed, his palm still open where Astoria had left it. Heat rose to Daphne’s ears. She heard the echo of Astoria’s giggle down the corridor, along with the sound of her own heart thumping loudly in her chest.

“The nerve of that girl!” Daphne practically screeched as she immaturely stomped her foot on the ground. Harry couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“She’s just trying to annoy you. Do let it get to you,” Harry wisely told her. However, instead of heeding his sagely wisdom, she glared at him. 

“You looked awfully comfortable with her draped all over you,” she accused him. Harry replied with a boyish grin. 

“You know … That gives me an idea,” he said teasingly. Harry’s arm hooked her around the waist. Daphne squealed loudly as he pulled her to him. She turned, and her knees buckled against the couch’s edge. Gravity dropped her onto his lap, and her back pressed firmly against his chest. The air left her in a rush.

“You could have just asked,” she said, huffing loudly. Harry knew that she wasn’t annoyed by him. She actually liked it when he took charge. 

“Why bother?” he said, and then he kissed her. Her soft lips tasted like lip gloss. She kissed back hard. Daphne wasn’t shy about it either. It was like she was trying to prove a point. She didn’t waste time. She arched her back and squeezed his thighs. Harry slipped one hand up her inner thigh, slowly caressing her soft skin. The other squeezed her hip, just to see if she’d squirm.

Daphne’s thighs were smooth and pale. She wore stockings, but they only came to mid-thigh. His fingers found the ridge where they stopped, then kept going. She broke the kiss and looked him dead in the eye as his hand disappeared under her skirt. Daphne shuddered as she felt his fingers creeping closer.

He didn’t stop there. Harry quickly found the crotch of her panties and pressed two fingers right against it. Daphne bit her lip. “You filthy animal,” she moaned as his fingers brushed against her covered clit. 

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it.” Harry leaned forward and sucked the side of her neck. She trembled so hard he felt it in her hips. She was already getting wet, and he wasn’t even trying. He slowly rubbed her through the fabric, then pressed harder, letting his nails scrape a little.

“Shit,” Daphne muttered as an intense surge of pleasure raced up her spine. She grabbed his collar and pulled him into another kiss. Harry got the message. He started working faster, rocking her against his palm. She made a sound in the back of her throat that was barely audible. She was pushing against his hand now, grinding on his fingers like she didn’t have a care in the world. He slid his fingers under the edge of her panties. She was hot and slippery, and she made a cute noise when he pushed two fingers inside.

“Oh, Harry,” she gasped. Her voice cracked on his name.

He started moving them in and out while his thumb found her clit. Daphne’s hips bucked, and she dug her nails into his thighs and held on. He could feel her muscles clenching already. It was like her wet pussy was sucking on his fingers. 

Harry kept his eyes on her gorgeous face. Daphne’s beautiful eyes fluttered, and her hair fell over her cheek in a black and glossy wave. She was breathing fast, little gasps between her teeth. Her thighs spread wider, and she started to shake. Harry slowed down a little, not wanting her to cum too quickly. 

“Don’t you dare stop,” she demanded, her breath ragged.

He caved to her demand and upped the pace, his fingers crooking inside her, and his thumb circling her damp, swollen clit. Daphne’s head fell back onto his shoulder. She was panting, trying to muffle the sounds against his neck. He liked that. He wanted her to lose control, and he got his wish.

She came with a stifled moan, then another. She was clenching her pussy so hard he thought she might break his fingers. She shook against him, her heels scraping up his legs, and he kept going until she grabbed his wrist and made him stop. She pulled back, her eyes glassy, and her lips parted. There was a little sweat on her brow, and she looked dazed.

“You’re a menace,” she said.

Harry gave her a lighthearted smirk and kissed her again. She opened her mouth and let him in. Daphne pulled his hand out from under her skirt, looked at it, then stuck his fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean.

“Are you feeling better now?” he asked as she snuggled into him. She nodded against his chest. The irritation was completely gone now, replaced by the satisfying aftermath of another great orgasm that Harry seemed so expertly able to provide. Harry started playing with her belly, and all Daphne could do was grind her ass into his crotch and mewl cutely. 

Indecent Proposal

Astoria was alone in her room, or at least she thought so until she heard the soft tread of shoes outside her door. She was lounging on her stomach, legs kicked up behind her, when the footsteps just passed by her room.

She peeked over the edge of the bed, her chin propped on her fist, and called out, "Harry?"

The footsteps paused and then returned to her door. Then a familiar voice replied, "Yeah." 

Astoria smiled wickedly. She bounced off the mattress, her thin frame barely making a sound. The hem of her camisole fluttered, and she pressed one bare hip to the door and let it swing open a fraction.

"Going somewhere?" she asked, feigning innocence.

Harry looked her up and down. She was wearing the same camisole and panties as before. The camisole was almost see-through, the fabric clinging to her pale skin. She had no bra, and her nipples made stiff little peaks under the silk. The panties were obscene. They rode low on her hips with enough stretch to make a man lose his train of thought.

He grinned, and his eyes twinkled at the state of her undress. "I was looking for Daphne. I need to ask her something."

Astoria didn’t buy it for a second. She motioned for him to step inside, and when he hesitated, she leaned out farther and snagged his sleeve. "You’ve got a minute, don’t you?"

"Depends," he said, not resisting as she drew him in. "How much is it going to cost me?"

"Trust me, I’m worth every knut," she teased, pulling the door shut with a click. Then she stood in front of it, her arms crossed under her chest as she pushed her round breasts even higher. "I could use a favor."

He pretended not to notice her body, but his eyes betrayed him. "You need someone to rub you down with hot oil?" he asked jokingly. 

She stuck her tongue out at him. "You wish. No, it’s more serious. I need gold." She pouted. "Desperately."

He gave her a skeptical look. "And you thought I’d just hand it over?"

Astoria let her hands drop and shrugged. "You’re loaded, and I have nothing to wear. See?" She yanked open her wardrobe door. Inside hung a single dress with a skirt so short it would barely cover her ass. Everything else was missing. “Daphne refused to give me any money, and I had to throw away a bunch of my old stuff. They were in tatters.”

Harry knew she was full of shit. He saw the number of trunks she brought when she moved in. The only question was where she was hiding all her clothes. He supposed it really didn’t matter. She wanted something from him, and he wasn’t about to give it up for free. 

"Daphne cares about appearances. If I keep borrowing her things, she’ll kill me. She has no sense of style, by the way. I’ll die if I have to wear another one of her sensible blouses."

Harry stepped closer and raised an eyebrow. "So, what’s in it for me?"

Astoria’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She moved fast, her feet silent on the rug. She reached up, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled herself to him. Her chest pressed into his ribs, her nipples hard and hot against the cotton of his shirt. He inhaled, but she cut him off with a single finger pressed to his lips. 

"I’ll be grateful," she teased. Then her hand slipped down his chest and even lower, brushing over the front of his trousers. She didn’t quite touch him, but it was close enough to promise what would happen if he said yes.

Harry smiled teasingly. "I don’t think Daphne will approve of this type of behavior," he said. Truthfully, Daphne was already using this type of behavior to get what she wanted out of him, but Harry was certain that she wouldn’t like Astoria using it to compete with her. 

She gripped him through his trousers. He was already half hard, and she smiled at the effect. "She doesn’t have to know," she whispered, squeezing just a little.

He put his hands on her waist. Her skin was smooth and warm. "You are incorrigible," he said.

Astoria leaned into his ear. Her breath was hot and pleasant. "Is that a yes?"

He ran his hands up her bare back, feeling the ridges of her spine. "I suppose I could be convinced," he told her.

She licked his earlobe. "Good," she purred. "Because I really want that skirt in the window at Gladrags." Astoria grinned like she’d already won. She let go of his crotch, trailed her hand up, and cupped his cheek. "You’re the best," she said, but her eyes were on the bulge in his trousers.

Harry was about to say something else, but she pressed a finger to his lips again and shook her head. "You can talk later," she said. "For now, just let me thank you."

She kissed him hard, then nipped at his lower lip. Her tongue was sweet and hot, and she ground her body against him with shameless enthusiasm. He tried to pull her in closer, but she ducked out of his grip, spinning away and landing on the bed with a bounce.

She sprawled out, arms overhead, while exposing the soft curve of her stomach. The panties were barely covering her, and she spread her legs, just a little, and looked up at him through long lashes.

"Well?" she asked. "Don’t just stand there."

Harry reached for his belt, and her eyes followed the movement, hungry and amused.  Astoria's hand moved down, pressing at her own inner thigh, while her fingers danced over the edge of her panties. Harry's pupils dilated. She smiled wider, then tugged at the waistband, letting the panties snap back against her skin with a light slap.

She drew herself up on her elbows, her hair a mess, and patted the mattress next to her. He sat beside her. She shimmied closer, so their thighs touched. He put a hand on her knee, and she tensed, then relaxed. Astoria placed her own hand over his and guided it higher. He slid his palm up her thigh, stopping only when he reached the bare, heated skin just below her panties.

She saw Harry staring at the crotch of her panties and giggled. She sat up on her knees, and with no warning, she peeled off her camisole. She dragged it over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Her perfect breasts stood out from her chest, high and perky, with a faint tan line across the top and a dusting of goosebumps. Both nipples were pierced, and the studs were small and glinting with the flesh around them pink and crinkled.

She arched her back and jutted her chest out, hands behind her head. “Well?” she demanded. “Do you like them?” She rolled her shoulders so the boobs bounced. It was obscene, but also, Harry had to admit, a little hypnotic.

“They’re incredible,” he said. “When did you get those done?”

“A few months ago,” she smiled sexily. 

He reached out and cupped one breast, his thumb tracing the curve. The areola was pale and perfectly round, the nipple thick and flushed, and the piercing stood straight out from both sides. He flicked it with his thumb, and she inhaled sharply.

“Careful,” Astoria warned, her voice breathy. “They’re still sensitive.”

He pinched one nipple gently between thumb and finger, pulling on the stud just enough to make her eyes widen. “I could get used to this,” he murmured.

She shivered, the movement making her tits shake. “If you damage it, you have to pay for a new one,” she said, but she was already pushing herself into his palm, moaning softly.

He leaned forward, his mouth brushing the tip of her breast, and his lips just barely grazing the metal. “Then I’ll have to be gentle,” he teased. He sucked her nipple between his lips, rolling the stud with his tongue.

Astoria gasped and dug her nails into his shoulder. She made a sound like a cat being petted too roughly, equal parts pleasure and warning. “Good god, that’s so fucking good,” she moaned, thrusting her tit into his mouth.

He licked the bead of metal, then grazed it with his teeth. Her whole body tensed, and she made a strangled noise in the back of her throat.

“Again,” she said, “But harder.”

Harry obliged, sucking hard enough to leave a ring of pink around the areola. He let go with a pop and turned his attention to the other nipple, pinching and tugging the stud until Astoria was writhing under him. She grabbed his hair with both hands, dragging his head up. Her lips were parted, and she was breathing so fast he could feel the heat on his cheek.

“You’re going to make me cum if you keep that up,” she said, almost accusingly.

“Would that be so bad?” Harry teased and went back to licking and sucking her tits.

She trembled and twisted her hips, the crotch of her panties now visibly wet. He slid a hand down, palming the damp silk, and she groaned.

“Bloody hell,” she whispered. “You’re making a mess.”

He rubbed her through the fabric, feeling the heat, then slipped two fingers under the edge. She was soaked, slick, and tight, and he pushed a finger inside her. She was so tight he had to be careful, but she bucked against his hand, taking him in greedily. Astoria grinned up at him, her dark hair fanned out around her head. “You can do better than that,” she challenged.

He added a second finger. She hissed and arched, fucking herself on his hand. Her nipples were red and hard, the studs glinting in the light. He went back to them, biting and tugging, while his fingers worked in and out of her.

She let go of his hair and dug her nails into the mattress, hips jerking wildly. “I’m gonna … HARRY!” she squealed, then clamped her jaw shut. He watched her come apart, her muscles tightening around his fingers. She shook and gasped and let out a wild, half-swallowed moan.

He slowed down, working her through the orgasm, then gently slid his fingers out. Astoria’s eyes were glassy. Her chest rose and fell in rapid bursts.

“That’s not fair,” she said, her voice rough. “You shouldn’t be that good at that.”

Harry shrugged, feigning innocence. “I guess I’m a natural.”

She smirked, rolled out from under him, and tugged him off the bed. She dropped to her knees on the floor. “Now it’s your turn,” she said, hands already tugging at his trousers.

He stood at the edge of the bed, heart pounding. Astoria made short work of his trousers, yanking them down with a practiced flick of her wrist. His massive cock sprang out, the tip already glistening. Astoria squealed and leaned back when it almost smacked her in the face.

“Holy shit,” she said, for once, almost reverent. She wrapped one hand around the base, then leaned in and kissed the tip, her tongue swirling in a quick, teasing circle. “Working this monster is definitely worth at least a new pair of shoes,” she declared.

He almost laughed, but then she swallowed the head, lips tight around the shaft. She bobbed her head, tongue flicking at the underside. She didn’t waste time, and she wasn’t shy about the noises. They were loud, messy, and wet. Her hand pumped the shaft, twisting with each stroke, while her mouth worked the tip. Harry groaned and grabbed her hair. She liked that, and bobbed faster, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him hard.

“God, Astoria,” he muttered. She hummed, sending a ripple of vibration up his cock. “You’re quite talented.”

She took him deeper, nose pressed to his belly. She stayed there, swallowing around the head, then pulled back, panting. Drool ran down her chin, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

“You taste good,” she said, then went back down, one hand cupping his balls.

He wasn’t going to last. She knew it, too, and looked up at him, eyes locked on his. She kept sucking, faster now, hand working in rhythm with her mouth. Harry felt the rush building, and he tried to warn her, but she clamped a hand around the base and swallowed even harder. He came hard, and she took every spurt down her throat, not spilling a drop.

She milked him dry, then pulled off with a wet pop,  her tongue flicking at the tip to catch the last bead. She smiled up at him triumphantly.

“Now will you buy me clothes?” she asked, licking her lips. Harry, still catching his breath, could only nod. Astoria licked the underside of his cock, then tucked it back into his pants. “Good boy,” she said, and kissed his stomach.

She stood up, breasts still bare and glistening, and stretched. “I’m going to shower,” she announced. “If you want to watch, you’re welcome to.”

She left the door open as she walked to the bathroom, ass swaying with her panties wedged high and wet between her legs.

Harry sat on the bed, dazed and deeply satisfied. He wondered how much gold she could possibly spend. He decided it didn’t matter. Some investments paid off right away.