The Great Recession (Ch. 6)

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

The Great Recession

Chapter 6

Harry was alone in his office, and the only light came from the crackling fire and the desk lamp as he pawed through Playwiz proofs. He was looking through the shots for the next issue. Cho was front and center, her skirt bunched up as she gave the camera a look that was pure seduction. The lighting was all wrong, and the makeup was too heavy, but the image was perfect anyway. She looked happy, which was what mattered. He turned the page, made a note, then heard a gentle knock at the door. 

He didn’t look up. “Come in,” he said.

Gabrielle Delacour floated into the room like a feather caught in the breeze. Even by Veela standards, she was ridiculously sexy. The nightgown she wore was made of pink silk, but there wasn’t much of it. The fabric was so thin it was nearly invisible. It clung to her every curve, every bounce of her tits, and every shift of her wide, inviting hips. One strap dangled over her elegant shoulder, leaving her left breast on the brink of exposure. The hem was so short it barely covered the crotch of her panties. She moved with the practiced sway of a girl who knew exactly what she looked like and how to use it to her advantage. 

She smiled sexily at him. “ ‘ello, ‘Arry.”

He put the proofs aside and smiled back. “You’re up late, Gabby.”

She shrugged cutely. The nightgown slipped even lower, and her left nipple was millimeters from flashing. “I could not sleep. I’m too excited.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Excited about what?”

She did a slow, deliberate turn. The nightgown rode up, showing off the perfect curve of her ass. Harry got a quick flash of a bright pink thong buried deep between her pale, pillowy cheeks. “This!” she said, giggling. “I wanted to show you what I bought today.”

He gave her gorgeous body a once-over. “You bought a pink handkerchief to wear as a nightgown?”

Gabby gave him a mock pout. “It is very sexy, no?”

“On a girl like you? It shouldn’t be considered legal.” Harry chuckled. “But I suppose that’s the point, isn’t it?”

She nodded, pleased with his reaction. Harry closed the portfolio. “Come here,” he said.

Gabby eagerly crossed the room, her hips swinging with every step. She stopped in front of his chair, her hands clasped behind her back, while she thrust her chest out. Her breasts were so perky and perfectly round that they seemed to defy gravity, and her nipples were clearly outlined in the thin silk. The skimpy fabric barely contained them.

He made a show of inspecting her. “Turn around again.”

She did, more slowly this time. The nightgown slid higher up, and Harry got a full view of the thong.  A thin string disappeared between the cheeks of her ass, and a tiny triangle of pink silk strained against the impossible width of her hips. He reached out and ran his hand over the small of her back. “They fit you perfectly,” he said, caressing her impossibly soft skin.

Gabby shuddered and smiled wider. “You should see the panties,” she teased.

Harry pulled her closer until she was between his knees. He let his hands drift down her sides, caressing her hips, then over the curves of her ass. The silk was cold against her skin, but her body was hot. Gabby leaned forward, resting her hands on his shoulders. Her tits pressed into his face.

He nuzzled them. “Is that so?” he asked, and Gabby nodded. 

“They match my lingerie,” she said, her voice soft and eager. He could hear the excitement in her voice. 

He slipped his hands under her nightgown and gripped her ass. The thong was so tight it vanished between her cheeks. He pinched the fabric, then slid a finger along the strip between her legs. The thong was slick with her arousal. She was already wet.

“Let me see,” Harry said.

Gabby stepped back and lifted the hem of her nightgown to her waist. The panties were incredibly tiny. It was a strip of pink lace up the front, barely enough to cover her pussy, and two tiny side strings riding high on her hips. The pink silk triangle was so small it revealed the smooth, hairless mound of her sex, and the lips were visible through the mesh. The waistband cut into her skin, emphasizing the roundness of her hips and the flatness of her stomach.

Harry groaned. “Jeez, Gabby. That’s not underwear. That’s an eyepatch.”

She laughed, lifting one leg and posing like a Playwiz centerfold. “You like it?”

He nodded. “Come closer.”

She moved closer again. Harry put his hands on her thighs and pulled her forward so she was standing with her pussy inches from his face.

“Sit,” he said, pointing at the edge of the desk.

She hopped up. The nightgown rode up to her waist, and Harry got an unobstructed view of the thong pressed tight across her slit. Gabby spread her legs wider, and the pink lace stretched between her lips. The fabric was so thin he could see the moisture glistening on the inside. He traced a finger over the waistband. “You’ve already ruined them,” he teased. 

She giggled. “I could not ‘elp it. I like when you look at me.”

He snapped the waistband and chuckled. “You’re a troublemaker.”

Gabby smirked and batted her long, black eyelashes. “Is that not why you brought me ‘ere?”

He smiled wickedly. “That’s exactly why,” he said as he hooked a finger into the side of the panties and tugged them hard. Gabby gasped, arching her back and spreading her knees further. He slid the thong down her hips, peeling it away from her soaking wet cunt.

She kicked her feet, making it difficult for him to get the thong off. He finally got it past her ankles and tossed it onto the desk, right next to Cho’s proofs.

Gabby leaned back on her hands, legs spread, pussy glistening in the desk light. She pulled the bottom of her nightgown down, feigning modesty, but kept her knees apart. She watched Harry, wide-eyed and excited, waiting to see what he’d do next. He leaned in and kissed her knee while he slowly caressed her shapely calves. Gabby’s gorgeous blue eyes fluttered. He then picked up the thong, held it to the light, and brought it to his nose. The crotch was dark with her wetness. He inhaled deeply, savoring the sharp, sweet scent of her pussy.

Gabby gasped. “That is so dirty.”

Harry smirked as he brought the thong to his mouth and sucked the fabric, pulling her taste into his mouth. Gabby trembled, watching him, her whole body vibrating with anticipation. He set the thong down, then knelt between her knees. He pushed the hem of her nightgown up a bit and stared at her dripping slit. “You’re perfect,” he said.

Gabby blushed, pulling her nightgown up even higher as she spread her legs wider, showing off everything. She looked down at him, her blue eyes burning with want. “What are you going to do now?” she whispered.

Harry smiled up at her, then leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh. Gabby giggled, squirming in place. She grabbed the edges of the desk, bracing herself. He didn’t go for her pussy, not yet, at least. He kissed up her thigh, then her hip, and then the soft skin above her mound. He breathed in her scent, burying his nose in the crease where her leg met her body. Gabby moaned, pushing her hips forward. She reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking him closer. “You are such a tease,” she complained, but she was smiling.

He kissed her clit and then licked her directly over her slit. Gabby’s legs tensed around his head, and she let out a breathless gasp. Harry didn’t stop. He teased her, licking and sucking, tasting every bit of her. Gabby writhed, her body responding to every touch. She reached back and pulled off her nightgown, tossing it aside. Her breasts bounced free, revealing her hard, pink nipples. She grabbed them, squeezing and pinching, moaning louder.

Harry reached up, grabbed her tits, and sucked on one nipple while he fingered her clit. Gabby’s whole body shook, and she came suddenly, a flood of pussy juice spilling onto his hand. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. When she was done, she slumped on the desk, panting. Harry stood up and licked her taste off his fingers. Gabby looked up at him, dazed and happy.

He smiled, leaned down, and kissed her sensitive clit again. Gabby gasped and bucked her hips. “Still excited?”

She nodded, then reached out and pulled him close, wrapping her legs around his waist. She whispered in his ear, “You’re so naughty, ‘Arry.” He kissed her hard, then let her slide off the desk. Gabby wrapped her arms around him, pressing her tits against his chest, and purred, “Thank you for making me feel good.”

Harry patted her ass. “You can thank me later. For now, I need to finish my work.”

Gabby giggled, then picked up her panties from the desk and put them on slowly, watching Harry watch her. She did a little twirl, showing off her ass. She then bent down and grabbed her nightgown before leaving the room as quietly as she’d entered. Harry sat back in his chair, still tasting her on his lips, and laughed. He had a feeling he’d be seeing her again that night.

The Great Recession

It was a couple of hours later when Gabby silently padded down the hallway. She paused, peeked back through the cracked door, and caught Harry still sitting at his desk. He groaned and stretched his arms over his head. It looked like he needed a break. She smiled naughtily, then ducked back inside, skipping the pretense of knocking this time. Harry turned and looked at her. A handsome smile spread across his face, and the sight had Gabrielle’s heart pounding. 

“Did you miss me already?” he asked teasingly.

She shut the door behind her and leaned against it. Gabby then pulled her nightgown down over her chest and crossed her arms under her bare tits. The fabric of the nightgown was bunched around her waist. The cool air made her nipples stand out even more. “I thought you might want a better look,” she said.

He rolled his chair back, gave her the full once-over. “I want more than a look.”

She giggled, crossed the room, and stopped a few feet from his chair. Then she pulled her nightgown down over her wide hips and let it fall to the floor, exposing everything from her waist down. Gabby sat back on his desk and spread her legs, putting herself on display. Harry’s breath caught. She was completely hairless, her pussy smooth and glossy with arousal. The lips were tight and pink, barely parted around the edges of her slit. At the apex, her clit poked out, puffy and swollen, begging for attention. Even her asshole was on display. It was a perfect, tight ring, as pale and smooth as the rest of her. There were no blemishes or marks on her perfect body. It looked almost unreal. He let out a low whistle. “You’re trying to kill me, Gabby.”

She put her foot up on the arm of his chair and angled her hips so her pussy was right in front of his face. “I want you to taste me again,” she whispered.

Harry didn’t hesitate. He pulled her closer, grabbed her ass with both hands, and pressed his mouth against her pussy. He licked her slowly, savoring the taste. She was sweet and musky, her juices thick on his tongue. She gasped, bracing herself on the top of his head and grinding her hips into his mouth. He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it between his lips. Gabby shuddered, her knees shaking. He moved lower, dragging his tongue down her slit, then dipped inside her tight hole. She was so wet it dripped down his chin. He pushed deeper, fucking her with his tongue, while his nose brushed her clit.

Gabby moaned, loud and desperate. “More,” she begged. “Please, more.”

He licked down, circled her asshole with the tip of his tongue. She squealed, then pushed back, presenting it for him. He rimmed her puckering hole, then pushed his tongue against the tight ring. It barely gave. She whimpered, her thighs tensing. He alternated, licking her pussy and ass, switching back and forth until she was shaking. Then he slipped a finger into her pussy while he sucked her clit. He curled the finger, rubbing inside, and felt her clamp down.

She looked down at him, eyes wild, hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. “Put your finger in my ass,” she whispered.

“Naughty girl,” Harry chuckled. 

She shook her head, blushing madly. “I like ‘aving it played with,” she admitted.

He pulled his finger out of her pussy, then pressed it gently against her asshole. Gabby’s body tensed, and she took a shuddering breath. He slowly pushed until the tip slipped past the tight ring. She let out a low and guttural moan. He kept pushing deeper until his finger was buried to the first knuckle. Gabby gasped and arched her back, her tits bouncing as she writhed. He went back to her pussy, sucking her clit with hard, steady pressure. At the same time, he started finger-fucking her asshole, slowly and deeply.

Gabby lost it. She clawed at his shoulders, her legs shaking uncontrollably. “Oh my god, ‘Arry!”

Her pussy clamped down hard on his tongue. She started to cum, and her whole body spasmed. Her legs kicked and ground her pussy into his mouth, riding his face for everything she could get. Harry didn’t let up. He added a second finger to her ass, stretching her wider. The tight ring gripped him so hard he could barely move, but she loved it. She came even harder, screaming now, the sound echoing off the bedroom walls.

A flood of juice gushed out of her pussy, soaking his chin and dripping onto his shirt. She didn’t stop shaking for a full thirty seconds. When she finally finished, Gabby collapsed on his lap, limp and gasping. Harry eased his fingers out, then held her, stroking her hair while she caught her breath. She nuzzled into his chest, giggling. “You are very, very good at that,” she said, her voice thick and dreamy.

He kissed her forehead. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

She leaned back and looked him in the eyes. Her face was flushed, and her lips were swollen from biting them. “Will you fuck me now?” she asked, no trace of shyness left.

Harry’s cock throbbed at the invitation. He smiled, but shook his head. “Not yet. I want to see you cum one more time.”

She squealed, but didn’t protest as he lifted her and carried her to the bed. He laid her down, legs spread, pussy and ass still glistening. He crawled up between her thighs and started all over again. This time, he didn’t bother teasing. He sucked her clit, fingered her ass, and drove her over the edge in seconds. Gabby came again, this time so violently that she almost threw him off the bed. He held her steady, licking her pussy while she screamed his name. She came so hard that a clear jet squirted out of her, spraying across his face and the sheets. Harry laughed, licked up every drop, and watched as Gabby melted into the bed, limp and twitching.

She looked up at him, eyes glazed with pleasure. “I cannot move,” she groaned.

He wiped his chin, pulled off his clothes, and then crawled up next to her. “Good,” he said. “That means I did it right.” Harry covered them with a sheet. He didn’t want her to get cold.

She giggled, snuggling into his chest. Gabby took a moment to rest with the feeling of Harry’s cock pressed against her. Once she was good to go again, she stretched, catlike, arching her back and pushing her hips into him. Her body was still humming from the previous orgasm, but the ache between her legs had shifted from raw to needy.

Harry rolled over, spooned up behind her, and slid a hand up her thigh. He found her pussy still wet and swollen, and he groaned. “Are you ready, princess?” he asked while peppering her bare shoulder with soft kisses.

She giggled, pushing her ass into him. “You want to fuck me now?”

He nipped her ear. “I never stopped wanting.”

She wiggled against him, making his cock twitch. “Then do it, Mon Amour.”

He reached down and yanked her sheet off in one smooth motion. Her perfect and perky tits bounced free, her nipples stiff and pink. They stood out against her pale skin, begging to be sucked. He rolled her onto her back, climbed between her legs, and lined himself up. He paused, just long enough to drag the tip of his cock through her slick folds. Gabby reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding it to her entrance.

“I need it now,” she whispered. She wasn’t playing any games. 

He pushed in slowly, savoring the tight heat as her pussy stretched around him. Her silky walls felt absolutely incredible. She gasped, then moaned, and then draped her legs over his shoulders, allowing him to slide in deeper.

He started to fuck her, slow and even, bottoming out with every thrust. Gabby’s head lolled back on the pillow, her long, silvery blonde hair fanning around her, and her mouth open in a silent gasp. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and her pink nipples jiggled deliciously. She reached up and squeezed them, pinching the tips while Harry pounded her.

“Bloody hell, you feel so good,” he said, his voice thick. “Your pussy is amazing!”

Gabby smiled prettily, then started to laugh breathlessly. “It is even better for me,” she teased.

He increased the pace, his hips slapping against her ass. The sound was obscene in the quiet night. The friction built fast. She was so tight and wet, and her pussy hugged every inch of his thrusting shaft. Her moans got louder. “Yes, yes … right there!” Gabby squealed as her walls fluttered around him. 

He adjusted his angle and aimed directly for her g-spot. She shrieked, her body tensing and toes curling, and then she started cumming. It was spectacular. Her cunt squeezed him so hard he saw stars. She dug her nails into his forearms, wrapped her ankles around the back of his neck, and cried out in pleasure. He fucked her through it, never slowing. He loved the way she went wild under him. When she stopped shaking, she laughed, then demanded, “Give me more … ‘arder!”

He smirked, pulled out, and flipped her onto her stomach. He grabbed her hips, lifted her ass into the air, and lined up again. Gabby spread her legs wide, showing off her perfect ass and the glistening mess of her pussy. He pushed back in, this time rougher and deeper, letting her feel every inch. She gasped, then pushed back against him, meeting every thrust.

He smacked her ass, making her luscious cheeks ripple. “You like that?”

She moaned, “Oui. Please. Again.”

He smacked her ass again, then fucked her harder. The slapping of wet skin echoed, her pussy dripping and splattering on his thighs. She looked back at him, her hair in her face, and her lips moist and open. “You are going to ruin me,” she teased.

He leaned down, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back, making her back arch. He licked her neck, nipped her ear, then whispered, “You want it harder?”

She nodded, her eyes shining. “I want everything.”

He let go of her hair, grabbed her hips, and started jackhammering into sloppy, wet pussy. The bed shook from his brutal thrusts. Her tits bounced wildly, her ass rippled, and every time he bottomed out, she let out a little scream of pleasure. She came again, then again, each orgasm more violent than the last. Her pussy squirted, spraying clear fluid onto the sheets, soaking the bed and his balls.

He was getting close himself. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved his cock back inside. He pounded her, watching her face as she lost herself in pleasure. “Cum for me,” he ordered.

Gabby obeyed, clenching down on his cock, squeezing him so hard it was almost painful. He kept thrusting, chasing his own climax. When it hit, he slammed in deep and stayed there, emptying himself inside her. She felt the heat and the pressure and came again, her legs locked around him, pulling him in tight. Cum leaked out from around his shaft and dripped down over her puckering asshole. They lay like that until his balls were completely drained by her fluttering pussy. Harry pulled out, collapsed next to her, and caught his breath.

Gabby turned to him, her face flushed, hair wild, and gave him a lazy, satisfied smile. “You are a beast,” she said, then snuggled into his chest.

He stroked her hair, kissed her forehead, and tiredly mumbled, “That’s what they tell me.”

She nodded and mewled cutely, her eyes already closing. He drifted off, too, the scent of sex and sweat surrounding them both.