Red Light District (Ch. 33)

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

Red Light District 

Chapter 33

Molly’s legs lifted straight up as she offered herself up. Her toes curled in anticipation, and Harry drank in the sight. Her shapely calves led to thick, smooth thighs that quivered in suspense. The cotton of her panties clung to the sexy curves of her hips, stretching taut and digging into her thick flesh. She lay there, holding her breath, her eyes fixed on him as if every second that passed only heightened her need.

He set the camera aside, careful not to drop and break it, and crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees. The mattress dipped with his weight, and Molly’s legs tensed, the muscles bunching under her pale skin. His hands slid up her thighs, and his rough palms grazed the trembling flesh until his fingers hooked beneath the elastic waistband. He paused, letting the pads of his thumbs press into the soft flesh of her hips and feeling the heat rising from beneath the thin cloth.

Slowly, he began to peel her panties up her legs, inch by inch, until the waistband slipped over her full, round ass. The scent of her arousal hit him full in the face. It was sweet and musky and almost overpowering. Molly lowered her legs, and he tugged the fabric down, exposing the creamy skin beneath, and watched as her hairless mound emerged, her pale skin glistening in the low light. The panties clung stubbornly to her crotch, glued down by the wetness seeping through, and Harry’s cock twitched as he saw the outline of her swollen lips pressing against the thin cotton.

Molly squirmed, and her hips rose off the bed as she helped him slide the panties down past her knees. The sodden material peeled away slowly, strings of slick arousal stretching between it and her glistening folds. Harry watched, mesmerized, as the panties finally came free and her pussy was entirely revealed to him. She spread her knees wide, heels planted on the bed, and offered her cunt. It was slick, swollen, and pink, and she allowed him to stare at it without a hint of shame.

Her lips gleamed with her own excitement, and the inner folds were like the petals of a flower. They were moist and trembling, and every tremor in her thighs made them part just a little bit more. Molly propped herself up on her elbows, looking down the length of her body, watching his reaction as he stared at her quivering pussy.

“You have a really sexy pussy, Molly,” Harry told her, and Molly blushed, looking pleased. 

“Thank you, Harry. I try my best to keep my body in good shape,” she told him, flexing her pussy muscles for him. 

“It shows,” he said with a smirk. 

Harry’s heart thumped loudly in his chest, and his cock throbbed as he pushed her legs farther apart, spreading her wide open. Her clit peeked from beneath its hood, swollen and flushed, and a single bead of arousal rolled down from between her lips and onto the curve of her ass. He reached out and traced the slick line with his fingertip, collecting the moisture and bringing it to his mouth without breaking eye contact.

Molly shivered, biting her lower lip as he sucked her flavor from his finger. She let herself fall back, arms raised above her head, and arched her back in a silent invitation. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, the nipples pebbling as she waited for his next move. Harry’s hand lingered between her thighs, his fingers toying with the damp entrance. He then circled her clit in slow, deliberate motion.

He couldn’t look away from her pussy. It was perfect. The soft mound, the pouting lips, and the way her light pink inner lips peeked out when she flexed her hips made his cock strain with desire. He thought her body was a work of art. It was obscene and beautiful all at once. He wanted to taste her, to bury his face between her legs and drink her in until she begged for mercy.

He dropped to his elbows, his face level with her pussy, and blew a hot breath over her slick folds. Molly moaned and wrapped her legs around his shoulders. She pulled him forward until his lips were almost brushing her clit. She smelled like pure sexual desire, and he let the anticipation build until she was trembling beneath him.

He grinned, and his tongue flicked out to catch the bead of moisture clinging to her entrance. He felt her whole body seize and then relax as he finally gave her what she wanted. He licked her slowly at first, savoring the taste, then he increased his pace as Molly’s hands twisted in his hair. She rolled her hips against his face, greedy for more, and Harry obliged, lapping at her folds and sucking her clit between his lips until she was gasping his name.

“Oh, god, yes!” Molly gasped, throwing her head back and arching her spine. Her big tits jiggled uncontrollably as her body trembled. “Please use me!” she begged.

He pulled back, his mouth and chin glistening with her fragrant juices. He propped himself up, grinning, and locked eyes with Molly. “Your pussy’s incredible,” he told her, his voice raw and full of desire. “And I really liked the way it squeezed my tongue.” He let the compliment hang in the air before dipping his head to taste her again, licking the line of arousal that had dripped down her inner thigh. The sensation made her whimper.

Molly’s hands found his scalp, and she dug her fingers in, holding him to her. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and desired in a way she hadn’t since before she started working at Milkies. Her mind buzzed with disbelief and giddy pride at the way Harry devoured her, as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered. His tongue was relentless, pressing and swirling, and when he finally pulled away, his nostrils flared as he inhaled her scent. “Seriously, your pussy’s almost as tight as Ginny’s,” he said, not just as a joke but as an honest, awed observation.

Molly trembled with uncontrolled lust. Harry slipped two fingers between her folds, sliding in with just the right amount of pressure. The sensation drew a gasp from her lips, and she watched his face as he started to fuck her, his knuckles flexing with every thrust. He knew what he was doing. Harry obviously had plenty of experience with women. Molly could see why Bella had chosen him as her assistant. He curled his fingers as he pumped, searching for the spot deep inside her that made her cry out. Molly arched her back and shuddered, her legs spasming around his head.

Harry’s tongue never left her clit. He worked it in unison with his fingers, applying steady, rhythmic suction that drove her steadily toward an orgasm. Molly’s moans rose in pitch, higher and higher until it was nearly a constant scream. Her pussy slurped around his fingers, and the wet, obscene noises blended with her breathless pleas.

He didn’t let up, not even for a second. Molly could feel the orgasm building inside her. It was intense and inevitable, and she clamped down hard on his hand. Her muscles fluttered, and her hips jerked in time with the relentless thrust of his fingers. She had never been fucked like this … so hungrily, so professionally. It instantly brought her back to her Milkies days when her boss would fuck her for hours on end while his wife was none the wiser. She surrendered to it, letting her mind dissolve into a lust-filled haze.

Harry’s tongue lashed at her clit, and she finally broke. She screamed out a sharp, animalistic sound that echoed through the room. Her body convulsed, and she saw stars. Her pussy clamped so hard on his fingers she thought she might snap them. She felt herself squirting, a gush of wetness spraying against his hand. Harry smirked madly and didn’t stop until the aftershocks had left her limp and panting on the mattress.

When he finally withdrew his fingers, they made a soft, sucking noise. Molly saw how slick and shiny they were, coated in her juices. He brought them to his mouth and licked the juices from them. She felt a fresh wave of arousal at the sight. She let her knees shamelessly fall open, letting the cool air wash over her scorching pussy as she watched him, waiting to see what he’d do to her next.

Harry straightened up, looming over her. His hands went immediately to his shirt, peeling it off in one smooth motion. His chest was lean and hard, and his arms bulged as he stripped. Molly tried to say something sexy but ended up just staring. The words caught in her throat as she eyed his body up and down. The bedroom light caught the line of his collarbone, and her eyes trailed down the rest of his abdomen.

He undid his trousers, watching her the entire time. The material bunched at his thighs, then dropped to his ankles. His boxers did nothing to hide his erection. It strained the fabric and showed the thick outline of his cock in a way that made Molly’s mouth water. She’d seen men naked before, but never like this. She’d obviously never had another man in the bed she shared with Arthur, but she supposed there was a first time for everything. 

Harry hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slid them down, freeing his cock. It sprang out, flushed and fully hard. Molly’s breath hitched at the sight of it. He was enormous. She knew it was going to be big, but not this big. He stroked himself absently, eyes glued to her pussy, which was still pulsing from the orgasm he’d given her.

Molly’s face burned, but she didn’t look away. She was transfixed by the sight of him and by the way he so casually stroked his cock while studying her nude body. Confidence radiated off him with every move. He crawled back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs, and Molly couldn’t help but reach out to touch the head of his cock. It was hot and velvety, and she circled it with her fingers, giggling when Harry hissed with pleasure.

He let her explore his length, but only for a moment. Then he nudged her hand aside and lined himself up at her entrance. Molly’s heart pounded in her chest. She wanted him inside her. She wanted it desperately, but the size of him was intimidating. She bit her lips and tried to steady her breathing as he pressed the head of his cock against her slick cunt.

Harry smirked, seeing her hesitation. He leaned forward, bracing himself on his elbows, and kissed her on the mouth. Molly tasted herself on his tongue, the tangy sweetness merging with the heat of his breath. He whispered in her ear, “You ready for me, Molly?” and she nodded, unable to do anything else.

He pushed forward, slowly, giving her time to adjust. The first inch stretched her open, and she gasped at the sensation. He carefully slid in deeper, and Molly felt herself being filled in a way that bordered on painful. Arthur wasn’t even half his length or thickness. He stopped when she tensed, giving her a second to catch up, and stroked her hair with surprising tenderness. “You’re doing amazing,” he whispered while Molly caressed the skin of his sides. 

She relaxed, and he pushed a little deeper. She could feel every vein, every ridge, and it felt so good she almost came again. Her pussy hugged his cock tightly and greedily, and Harry let out a ragged groan. He started to move with shallow thrusts at first, and then he gradually picked up speed as her body adapted. The friction was insane. She felt every slide and every throb, and it made her dizzy with need.

Molly wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer. She wanted all of him inside her. She needed as much as he could give, and Harry obliged. He fucked her slow and deep, grinding against her clit with every stroke. The bed creaked and rocked, the headboard tapping the wall in time with their bodies. Sweat beaded on Harry’s brow, and Molly reached up to wipe it away, then pulled him down for another kiss.

He pistoned in and out of her, his rhythm growing more frantic as the pleasure increased. Molly couldn’t stop moaning. Every thrust made her want to cum again, and she could feel herself building toward another orgasm. Harry’s hands found her breasts, and he kneaded them, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. The added stimulation made her arch off the bed.

She felt herself clench around him, her pussy fluttering in time with his strokes. Harry gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, but she could feel him starting to lose control. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her womanly scent, and slammed into her with everything he had. The sensation was overwhelming, and Molly climaxed again, her cunt spasming around his shaft.

Harry groaned, and Molly felt his cock twitch right before he emptied himself inside her. The feeling of his cum flooding her set off another wave of orgasmic aftershocks, and she wrapped her arms around his back, clinging to him as her body spasmed.

They lay together, catching their breath, their bodies slick with sweat and sex juices. Harry eventually rolled off, but not before kissing her again, softer this time. Molly stared at the ceiling, dazed and deeply satisfied.

When she gathered the strength to look over at him, Harry was already watching her, his expression smug and tender all at once. For a moment, she felt like a young woman again … desired, beautiful, and powerful. It made her long for the days when she worked at the club and had every man there in the palm of her hand. 

She propped herself up on her elbows and let her eyes move down his naked body, lingering on his still-hard cock. “Bloody hell, Harry,” she said, catching her breath. “I didn’t know you were hiding that in your trousers.” She couldn’t help but reach out and wrap her fingers around it. It was still slick with a thick coating of their combined fluids.

He grinned smugly. “I believe Ginny said the same thing,” he teased, and Molly giggled. Harry reached over and squeezed her breast, and Molly sighed happily as his fingers brushed over her hard, crinkled nipples. “You know, Molly … I’d be happy to work with you again in the near future. Same rates, of course,” he told her. Molly beamed with happiness. That was exactly what she wanted to hear. 

“Of course, dear. Any time you need a model, I’ll make myself available,” she assured him before crawling between his open legs. Harry watched as she grabbed the base of his cock and jammed her face down on it, taking him all the way down his throat. She showed him why she was so popular in the club scene so long ago. 

Red Light District

Once Harry had drained the last drop of Molly’s arousal from between her trembling thighs, he swung out of the bed, humming an airy tune. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and as he dressed, he found himself grinning at the memory of the way Molly had shrieked and spasmed around his fingers. He liked leaving his women satisfied.

He yanked on his trousers, then his shirt, and finally wiped his hands on a towel. He collected his camera and equipment, giving the room a final once-over before slipping into the hallway. The rest of the Burrow was silent, except for the shuffle and squeak of his shoes on the old floorboards. He made his way down the staircase, feeling like a million galleons.

At the landing, he nearly collided with Ron. The younger Weasley looked like he’d just woken up. His hair was sticking out in all directions, and his eyes were bleary with exhaustion. He wore only a threadbare Chudley Cannons t-shirt and mismatched pajama bottoms. The sight of Harry with his shirt unbuttoned halfway and a camera bag slung over his shoulder made Ron blink twice before rage boiled to the surface.

Ron’s mouth twisted into a snarl. His hands, which had been rubbing sleep from his eyes, curled into trembling fists. “What the hell are you doing back here?” he spat, planting his feet at the bottom of the stairs.

Harry considered the question for a moment, then flashed his most disarming smile. “I just finished a photoshoot with your mum. She was brilliant, by the way. Absolute legend. I think she’s going to be the star of the new Chocolate Frog series. Imagine the look on the blokes’ faces at Hogwarts when they get a collector’s card with her on it.”

He delivered the line with a wink. It was easy, almost lazy, the way he needled Ron. That’s how it had always been between them since Harry had arrived in this new reality. Ron was always wound up and ready to fight, and Harry loved every minute of it.

The effect was instantaneous. Ron’s cheeks, already flushed, darkened several shades further. Harry watched with amusement as the red crept up Ron’s neck and settled in the tips of his ears. “You absolute tosser,” Ron said, his voice raw. “You don’t get to talk about my mum like that!”

“Why not?” Harry shot back, leaning against the banister with all the cocky nonchalance of a man who’d just shagged his enemy’s mother. “It’s not like she’s embarrassed. In fact, she was quite professional. She’s really coming into her own as a model.”

Ron blanched, then went pale. Ron knew that Harry was being serious about the Chocolate Frogs. His mouth worked up and down, searching for something to say, but nothing came out except the faintest squeak of outrage. He looked like he wanted to hit Harry, or at least throw something at him. The only reason he didn’t was because deep down, he was terrified of what Harry might do to him. He still hadn’t forgotten when Harry had badly burned his face after failing to hit him with that curse. 

“You son of a …” Ron started, voice climbing toward a yell.

That was when Molly appeared at the top of the staircase. She wore only a tissue-thin house robe tied loosely at the waist. Even from several steps away, Harry could see the dark outlines of her nipples and the curve of her hips. She held her chin high, but her cheeks were flushed and her hair was wild. She looked like a woman who’d been fucked senseless.

“Ronald Weasley!” she snapped. “You watch your mouth and apologize this instant!”

Ron spun on his heel. “You’re taking his side? After what he just said?”

Molly’s eyes blazed. She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “I heard exactly what he said …” Molly stated and turned to Harry. “And thank you for the kind words. It’s nice to know that you appreciated my work,” she said with a smile before turning back to Ron. “Now … apologize to Harry.”

Ron gaped. “I’ll never apologize to him! He’s a …” He looked at Harry, who raised his eyebrows and offered a silent dare to finish the sentence.

Molly would have none of it. “Enough! If you’re going to act immature, you can go outside and weed the orchard by hand. I’ll not have that filthy attitude in my house.” She poked a finger toward the door, her breasts bouncing with the force of her indignation.

For a moment, Ron just stood there. He wanted to punch Harry, scream at his mother, storm out, and slam every door on the way, but he was utterly powerless. Molly had spoken, and in the Weasley house, her word was law. He cast one last, murderous glare at Harry, then turned and stomped toward the back door. A few moments later, the back door slammed shut.

Molly exhaled, shoulders relaxing. She watched the closed door for a moment, then looked at Harry and shook her head. “That boy will be the death of me,” she muttered.

Harry climbed down the last step and set his camera bag on the side table. “You handled him brilliantly,” he said, admiring the way Molly’s curves looked in her semi-transparent robe. “You really are a natural. I meant what I said. These photos are going to make you famous.” Harry was really playing it up.

Molly’s cheeks flushed again, this time with pleasure. She tried to lace the robe tighter, but Harry was already at her side. He placed his hands on her wide hips and squeezed. He kissed her deeply. Molly melted into him, her arms winding around his neck, and her body pressing up against his. For a heartbeat, it felt like the good old days again. Molly was confident, desired, and hungry for more.

When he finally broke the kiss, Molly was breathless and dreamy-eyed. She leaned against him, giggling, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. They lingered there in the hallway, the air thick with the scent of sex. After a few seconds, Molly straightened her robe and smoothed her hair with both hands. “You’d better go. Arthur will be back soon, and it wouldn’t be right to let him see his wife being manhandled by another man,” she giggled, though she made no move to step away from him.

Harry chuckled and picked up his camera bag. He headed toward the front door, pausing only to glance back and drink in the sight of her one last time. Molly lingered in the entryway, watching him with a smile that was equal parts warmth and mischief. Her robe had fallen open, revealing one naked tit. Only when the door clicked shut behind him did she finally turn and glide back upstairs, humming the same tune Harry had whistled. For the first time in years, she felt young again.

Harry strolled down the gravel path, the crisp morning air cooling the sweat on his brow. He checked the time. It was almost time to meet the girls in Hogsmeade, and he already knew what they would say if he showed up late. He was still chuckling when he Apparated away.