Indecent Proposal (Part 2)

Indecent Proposal

Part 2

The following morning, Daphne’s eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she was confused. She wasn’t in the filthy motel room she had been renting, and she wasn’t lying on the bed that was frustratingly too hard to get a good night’s sleep on. Her brain was foggy from the slight hangover she was experiencing. After a few seconds of blinking away the sleepiness, she remembered that she was in her family’s house, in her own room … Her family’s former house, she reminded herself. She then remembered the deal that she had made with a certain someone. Daphne closed her eyes and sighed, knowing whose warm body was underneath her. She was lying halfway across his chest and had her leg draped over his waist. He was breathing slowly and steadily, suggesting to her that he was still asleep.

Her bladder was beginning to burn, and she needed to pee very badly. Removing her leg from his body, she sat up and squeaked in embarrassment when the blanket slid down her chest, revealing that she was still completely nude. Daphne covered her bare breasts before pulling the cover over her and lying back down. “What’s wrong?” Harry sleepily asked. Daphne looked at him. His hair was extra messy, and his cheeks and chin were covered with a light smattering of stubble. His eyes were still closed, and he looked very peaceful. Hating herself for thinking it, she found his scraggly, early-morning appearance pleasing.

“Nothing,” she quickly responded, squeezing her thighs together to keep from peeing herself. Harry rubbed his eyes and groaned before getting out of bed. He didn’t seem to mind at all that he was naked, nor did he mind that Daphne was staring at his body. Her eyes immediately went to the thing hanging between his legs. Flashbacks of their night together suddenly came back to her. She remembered how it felt to be penetrated by something that long. Even soft, his penis was long and thick, and it flopped around merrily as he walked into her private bathroom. This simple act irritated her to no end. He thought that he could just take over her room like it was his, she asked herself. Of course, she conveniently forgot that not only was the room his, but so was the entire house. Daphne then got a whiff of something.

“Ew, gross! You stink!” she called out. Hearing the sound of him peeing into her toilet didn’t help with her irritation. She then heard a flush followed by the washing of hands. Harry walked back into the room, his soft penis swaying from side to side.

“That smell is your dried bodily fluids. If you remember correctly, you were very wet last night,” Potter smirked as he stared at the cleavage sticking out above the blanket that was attempting to cover her modesty. Daphne felt humiliated by his assertion that any part of her body stank, and her irritation rose to a new level.

“I knew you were a disgusting pig, but this is too much,” she glared at him, lifting the blanket higher to cover herself better. She then pointed at her bedroom door. “Get out so I can go about my morning routine in peace!”

Harry chuckled happily and walked to the door. Daphne took one quick look at his bare ass before he closed the door behind him. As soon as the door shut, she bolted to the bathroom to relieve her painfully throbbing bladder.

Indecent Proposal

Daphne was very glad that her former House Elf had been included in the purchase of the property. Mitsy was somehow able to procure a toothbrush, soap, and shampoo so she could wash away the evidence of the previous night. Checking her closet, she was miffed to find that all of her clothes were gone. They had probably been sold to help pay back her family’s debt. Feeling very annoyed that someone was out there wearing her expensive clothing, she put her red dress back on and went to her motel room. Gathering up her meager belongings, she told the motel manager that she would no longer need her room. Apparating back to her house, she stumbled across Harry in the entrance hall.

“If it isn’t Prince Charming,” she said in a snarky voice. “Haven’t you annoyed me enough for one day?”

“You’ve got to work on that temper,” he told her with a smile. “This ought to help soothe the savage beast,” he said cheekily, holding up a bag and shaking it. Daphne heard the sound of gold coins jingling together. Her annoyance momentarily forgotten, she dropped the end of her trunk she had been dragging and let it thud against the marble floor. Reaching for the bag containing her allowance, she stepped forward only to have him pull it back. Daphne sent a glare his way.

“First, you need to thank me,” he teased. Daphne’s glare only got harder. She didn’t like jumping through hoops for something that was already humiliating enough.

“Thank you,” she said through clenched teeth. Harry snorted and took a step forward. Instead of handing her the bag, he dropped it at her feet. Daphne was just about to yell at him for the disrespect when he grabbed two handfuls of ass and lifted her off her feet.

“Potter!” she cried out in shock. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck to keep herself from being dropped. As he lifted her, her legs were forced open until they were resting on either side of his hips. Her yelp of displeasure was cut short when his lips found hers. How his soft lips danced against hers brought back memories of the previous night. His tongue probed at her lips, and this time, Daphne’s mouth opened up on its own. She was unaware of her moaning as Harry tickled the underside of her tongue. By then, her nipples were hard and pressing against the soft fabric of her dress, adding to the pleasure she was feeling. The skirt of her dress had ridden up, and Daphne could feel the cool air of the house brushing over the warm skin of her panty-covered bottom. Her delicate skin goosebumped, which only seemed to egg him further on. His fingers crept between her cheeks, and she could feel one of them getting dangerously close to her untouched hole. When his finger brushed over her covered hole, Daphne squealed into his mouth and squirmed out of his arms. Landing on her feet, she stared at him wide-eyed while breathing heavily. Her lipstick was smeared, and her hair was a mess. The bastard looked quite pleased with himself.

“How dare you touch me there!” she said in disbelief. Harry just ignored her.

“Don’t spend all your money in one day. Remember that it has to last you a week … but since you’ll probably go out and spend it all anyway, make sure to be home at a reasonable time,” he told her as he started walking to the exit. Daphne did not like being so casually dismissed.

“At least pretend to be a gentleman and carry my trunk to my room, you selfish brute,” she called to his back. Harry snorted and turned around. He looked at her momentarily before shaking his head with a small smile etched across his face.

“You’re a handful … You know that?” he asked with amusement as he bent over and grabbed a handle. She watched as he lifted it with one arm, slightly impressed by his strength. Daphne fluffed her hair dismissively.

“You act like that’s a bad thing,” she retorted snootily but was quickly followed by a loud, surprised, “EEP!” As he walked by, Harry grabbed her ass and squeezed it hard.

“Yes, sometimes a handful is a good thing,” he chuckled in delight as Daphne smacked his hand away from her shapely bottom.

“You disgusting piece of …” His boisterous laughing covered the rest of her insults as he carried her belongings to her room.

Indecent Proposal

The sun had just begun setting when Daphne finally made it back home. With a dozen bags in her hands, she struggled to turn the doorknob and get the door open. Daphne jumped in surprise when Harry’s hand popped up from behind her and opened the door for her. She looked over her shoulder as the door swung open. Feeling a bit embarrassed but not knowing why, Daphne cleared her throat and thanked him quietly. “Mmhmm,” he hummed in response. Rolling her eyes at his unsophisticated response, she entered her room and placed the bags in front of the closet door. Daphne winced as she walked to the bed.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked her.

“I’ve been on my feet all day,” she told him as though the answer was obvious. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she kicked off her heels and began rubbing her aching foot.

“Oh, you poor baby,” Harry sarcastically said as he scooped her up and laid her down. Before she could berate him, he sat down and pulled her feet onto his lap. “Running around all day and hitting every shop in Diagon Alley … Why must life be so cruel to you?” he snorted as he began massaging her foot.

Daphne didn’t particularly like being manhandled by him, but she decided to hold her tongue since his massage felt really good. Snuggling her head deeper into the fluffy pillow, Daphne closed her eyes and focused on the pleasant sensation of his thumb digging into the arch of her sole. “My life is hard, or have you forgotten about my current situation? Of course, being the golden boy of the magical world, you wouldn’t understand that,” she shot back.

“Hey, my life hasn’t been all sunshine and daisies, you know,” he reminded her. “In fact, you used to do your damnedest to make it as miserable as possible … in case you forgot.”

A smile formed on her pretty face. “I miss the good old days,” she sighed. “What are you complaining about anyway? Consider yourself lucky I’m allowing you to sit here and play with my body. You should shut up and enjoy it while you can,” she told him. Daphne caressed his forearm with the bottom of her other foot, subtly telling him that she wanted him to switch. To her satisfaction, he took her hint and switched feet. ‘He’s like a well-trained mutt,’ she told herself, inwardly smirking.

“Believe me … I’m going to take full advantage of every opportunity,” Harry promised as he caressed her smooth calf muscle. He didn’t hide his smirk as she started slightly squirming on the bed. He could also smell the subtle hint of her arousal coming from between her legs.

“That’s because you’re an uncouth pervert,” she factually stated. Harry chuckled heartily at her response.

“I see that you had your nails painted,” he said, looking down at her small toes. The nails were painted black and matched the color of her fingernails. “Is that because you wanted to entice me to play with your feet again? Seems like I’m not the only pervert around here,” Harry teased.

“As if!” Daphne sputtered indignantly, though Harry noticed she didn’t pull her foot away from his grip. “I know this might be a blow to your over-inflated ego, but you’re not that desirable.” Truthfully, Daphne did have her nails and toes done for him … technically speaking. She was raised to always look her best and didn’t want Harry thinking negatively about her body.

“I don’t know, Daph … You were cumming pretty hard last night,” he teased her again, his fingers moving to the back of her knee. He felt her body shudder when he started playing with her delicate skin. Harry then leaned down and kissed her knee.

“I was just excited to get my old room back,” she gasped when he kissed the inside of her knee. “It had nothing to do with you!” Daphne’s cheeks were bright pink and hot.

“So what’s got you so excited now?” he countered, pushing her knees up and spreading them apart. Her skirt rose up her thighs until the crotch of her panties was exposed. Harry could see a little wet spot on the light purple material. Through the tight fabric of her panties, he could see the shape of her womanhood. He slid his hands to the highest part of her inner thighs and tucked his thumbs underneath the material.

“I’m not aroused,” she lied as his thumbs massaged the sides of her lips. Daphne covered her face with her hands to hide her shame. She really shouldn’t have been so turned on, Daphne thought as his face hovered over the crotch of her underwear. What would her mother think?

“I guess I’ll have to try a little harder then,” she heard him tease. Suddenly, he reached underneath her bottom and grabbed the back of her panties. Giving them a tug, he pulled them up and over her ass. Daphne lifted her legs straight up, letting him slide the damp material off her feet. Tossing them across the room, he grabbed the tops of her thighs and dragged her body into the middle of the bed. His strong hands pushed her knees apart, and Daphne’s heart thundered in her chest as she was fully exposed to him. He was face to face with her naked womanhood. Using her arms to push herself upright, Daphne looked down to see exactly what he intended to do. Her pussy was very damp, which completely mortified her … doubly so when she smelled the thick scent of her arousal. Her legs snapped together, but that action was useless since he was already leaning between them. Harry pinched her taut lips together and tickled her clit with his fingertip. He then used both of his thumbs to spread her lips open. This was simply too much.

“Stop that!” Daphne squeaked in humiliation. He was staring directly at her insides. Squirming away from his hands, Daphne’s legs were grabbed, and Harry pushed them up, causing her to fall back into a lying position. Her thighs continued to be pushed upward until they were flat against the bed, parallel to either side of her body.

“You’re such a prude. Looks like I’m going to have to fuck that nonsense right out of you,” he bluntly told her. “But first, I want to see if you taste as good as you smell,” he said amusedly. Without waiting for her to respond, he dove in headfirst and licked the wetness straight from the source.

Daphne couldn’t believe what was going on. Since puberty, she had always worried about silly things like how she looked down there and what if her future husband didn’t like how it smelled. These were normal things for young girls to worry about, she reckoned. Though, it appeared her worries were all for naught. Harry didn’t seem to have a problem with how she looked or smelled. It was just the opposite, in fact. His tongue was lapping the juices straight from her weeping slit.

“Harry … I …” she stumbled over her words but stopped when she heard the sound of slurping. The amount of fluids her body was producing was shameful, but the most shameful part was how good his warm tongue felt as it glided up and down the length of her opening. Her sensitive nipples were harder than they had ever been, and she momentarily thought about removing her top so they would stop rubbing against the inside of her bra. That thought was cut short when his tongue burrowed between her lips and entered her. Daphne’s eyes widened to the size of tea saucers, and she sputtered.

“What are you doing?!” she squealed in panic. She could feel it wiggling around inside of her as his hands gently caressed the insides of her spread thighs. The truly embarrassing part was that her inner walls were squeezing his tongue. Harry, of course, didn’t answer. His mouth was way too busy to respond. He began sucking on one of her lips before moving up to her clit. When his tongue flicked against the little, throbbing bead, Daphne couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her pink lips. That seemed to delight him.

“That’s a good girl, Daph. I love to hear you moaning,” he told her, which made her cheeks burn. As if to reward her good behavior, his lips encircled her clit, and his tongue started to massage it. Daphne’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her back bowed. Her body betrayed her as her legs wrapped around the back of his head. When she looked down, all she could see was a mop of messy, black hair sticking out from between her clenching thighs.

All her life, her mother had been preaching about how girls like her shouldn’t lower themselves by letting their partners do such acts to them. “A good, pureblood man would never want to,” she often said. Now Daphne understood why her mother was always so miserable. She had never had her clit sucked. Her lower half began bucking wildly as his lips tugged on the swollen bead. The sensation of her rubbing her womanhood against his face only added to the pleasure. Daphne cried out with a slight squeal as her first orgasm of the day hit her hard. Harry pried her thighs apart and spread her open again. Breathing heavily, Daphne lay there with her slick, naked pussy out in the open while Harry kissed her mound and lower belly. She had to look away when she saw that the entire lower half of his face was soaking wet with her juices. His lips touched her belly button, and his tongue tickled it, making her mewl while threading her fingers through his hair. By then, she was no longer worried about him seeing her bare pussy. Not when he had just had his tongue inside of her. Her legs were spread wide, and she found the sensation of the cool air brushing against her burning-hot pussy delightfully naughty. Harry spent a few more wonderful seconds teasing her by kissing her belly before he reached down and cupped her pussy as if he owned it.

“Take my clothes off,” he ordered, letting go of her wet cunt and getting off the bed. He stood at the edge, waiting for her to follow his commands. After the orgasm he had just given her, she had very little fight left in her. After a few seconds of indecision, Daphne crawled over to him and stood on her knees. Her hands were shaking badly as she slowly unbuttoned his long-sleeve shirt. Once the last button popped free, she opened the two halves and slid it off his shoulders. She carelessly tossed them away as he did with her clothes and felt a bit of vindictive satisfaction. She then moved onto his lower half, first unbuckling his belt and then undoing the button of his trousers. Daphne grunted as she tugged them down. Harry helped her and stepped out of them. Now, only in his boxers, he waited for her to continue, but she was too busy staring at his massive tent. Harry sighed. If she wasn’t going to act, then he certainly would. Daphne was startled by the pair of hands suddenly removing her shirt. Tearing her eyes away from the beast in his boxers, she looked up at him with her big, beautiful eyes. He noticed that she didn’t even try to stop him when he slipped her shirt off her body, and she looked relieved when he reached behind her and unclipped her bra. Big, bouncing tits spilled out when Harry pulled the lace bra from her dainty shoulders. Leaning in, Harry smirked when Daphne placed her hands underneath her healthy tits and lifted them, obviously wanting him to suck on her hard nipples. She went so far as to lightly brush her nipple against his lips.

“I was just going to remove your skirt, but it’s nice to know how much you desire my lips on your body,” he teased while unbuttoning her skirt and lowering the zipper. Daphne blushed deeply and let them drop.

“I just assumed that was what an immoral reprobate like you was going for,” she shot back with a glare. Harry chuckled jovially while peeling her skirt over her flared hips. He made sure to touch as much soft, smooth skin as possible. As he was sliding the skirt down her shapely thighs, he lowered his head and kissed the tops of each of her breasts before tilting his head back up and kissing her on the lips. Daphne didn’t stop him.

On the contrary, she was the one to open her mouth first, letting him play with her tongue. When he pulled back to break their kiss, she actually leaned forward to further it. Her hands pressed against his pecs as she added her tongue to the kiss, enticing him to keep going. Finally getting her skirt off her feet, he blindly threw it away and grabbed her ass. His hands squeezed and kneaded her jiggly cheeks while his cock strained in his boxers. Taking one hand from her ass, he grabbed a handful of her long, luxurious hair and gently tilted her head back, forcing her to break the kiss. Daphne looked at him with clouded eyes. Her pink lips were slightly parted, and her breathing was labored. His lips found her chin, then moved down to her elegant neck. Her lightly perfumed skin smelled incredible, Harry thought as he nipped at her throat. Harry smiled against her skin when he heard the purring sound coming from her mouth. Sucking hard enough on her flawless skin to leave a small love mark, Harry pulled back. He shot the horny girl a smirk as he pinched the hard tips of each nipple with his fingers.

“Don’t worry, Daphne. I’ll spend plenty of time with these beautiful tits,” he promised as he rolled the hard nubs between his fingers. Daphne gasped loudly when he gave them a tug. Her hands were on his stomach, gently playing with the hard muscles. He could tell she was trying to keep her hands from roaming lower, but her desire was too strong to deny. With every caress of his skin, her hands inched ever closer to the tent in his boxers. “Go ahead … Take it out,” he said, giving her permission. Daphne gave his face a quick glance before lowering her eyes to his groin. Hooking her fingers under the waistband, she slowly pulled his boxers down until his cock sprang out and slapped her forearm, causing her to flinch in surprise. She stared at it with her hands resting against his thighs. She looked up at him again as though asking for permission. Harry nodded his head and waited for her to act. It took nearly half a minute for her to work up the courage, but once she had, she wrapped her small fingers around his girth.

“Your size is almost comical,” she stated with her hand wrapped somewhere around the middle. Her hand wasn’t moving. She was simply holding it possessively, her grip tight enough to keep him from pulling away. Opening her hand, she let it rest on her palm, and with her other hand, she ran one finger up and down his length. Harry wasn’t going to lie; It felt good.

“I’ve never had any complaints,” he responded, sliding his hand between the back of her neck and her hair. He then began playing with the little baby hairs at the base of her scalp. This garnered an immediate reaction. Her eyes closed, and she hummed in delight. Her hand snapped shut, enveloping his shaft in her warm grip. Slowly, she began tugging on it, soft at first but then faster when she gained some confidence. It wasn’t long before her other hand joined in. Tugging his cock with both hands, she finally opened her eyes, and Harry found them glazed and lust-filled. Deciding to reward her, he reached down with his free hand and cupped her wet pussy. A cute little gasp left her lips as his fingers massaged the length of her slit. Within seconds, his fingers were soaked.

“It feels like you’re ready for more,” he teased, kissing her forehead and then down her nose. When they were close enough, Daphne tilted her head and pecked his lips with a soft and slow kiss. Harry had quickly noticed she wouldn’t outright tell him what she wanted. Instead, she would give him subtle hints. That’s why she surprised him with her slight boldness.

“I want to try and finish you off with my hands first,” she said in a hushed voice. It was almost like she was ashamed to have desires, Harry thought. “... Is that alright?” she added, sounding unsure of herself.

“Of course, it’s okay,” Harry told her as he added more pressure to his fingers and rubbed her even harder. By that point, Daphne was breathing heavily, and her lower half was squirming against the mattress. Her hands moved faster, stroking him with confidence. Daphne was still rubbing her lips against his, but he didn’t kiss her back. He wanted her to explore her sexuality and be more aggressive when it came to the things she wanted. Most pureblood girls were so sheltered and sexually deprived. ‘That’s such a damn shame,’ Harry thought. He wanted to snap Daphne out of that way of thinking. When she finally licked his lips, he rewarded her with a bit of positive reinforcement. While kissing her deeply, he slid two fingers into her pussy. Curling them upward, he stimulated her g-spot while simultaneously massaging her swollen clit with the pad of his thumb. Daphne squealed into his mouth but didn’t pull away. Harry was a little shocked when she almost immediately came all over his fingers. Juices ran down his hand and left thin, wet streaks down his forearm. He could feel her walls clutching his fingers while trying to milk them. The sheer sexiness of her reaction set him off as well. Harry broke the kiss and moaned.

“Aim for your tits,” he told her. Daphne looked confused until he put his hands underneath her breasts and held them up. Daphne stared at him with wide eyes but did as he ordered. Both her hands rapidly pumped his shaft while pointing the tip at her cleavage. Harry’s body tightened, and he moaned deeply. Thick ropes of cum blasted from the tip of his cock and painted her chest. Another shot out and splattered over the tops of her breasts. Her hands continued to pump him, causing rope after rope to spurt out of the tip. When his balls had been satisfactorily emptied, her chest and tits were streaked with his white cream. Most of it was rolling down into her cleavage and disappearing between her bountiful breasts. Her hands continued to play with his cock, and she looked up in surprise.

“Isn’t it supposed to go soft?” she asked, sliding her hand up and down his length while ignoring the mess on her chest.

“I guess it really likes you,” Harry joked, which caused her to blush. He then grabbed her legs and pulled them up until they were flat against his chest, with her feet on either side of his head. Daphne was on her back with her dark hair fanned out. Knowing what was coming, her hands tightly gripped the sheets. Their night was just beginning.