Booty Call (Part 1)

Booty Call

Part 1

A loud crack of an Apparation echoed throughout the darkened land. In the trees surrounding a large and luxurious cottage home, birds cawed angrily and flew away from the sudden noise. The female who suddenly appeared out of thin air didn’t care about those ratty birds. Her hands were clenched into fists as she marched down the cobbled pathway. When reaching the door, she didn’t even bother knocking. She opened the door and barged in.

Tracey Davis sighed as she entered her best friend, Daphne Greengrass’s home. The night was cold, and seeing the fireplace burning brightly gave her at least the tiniest amount of satisfaction. She pulled off her mittens and walked over to the fireplace. Plopping down in the large chair that was facing the fire, she tossed her mittens on a side table and held her hands out toward the flames. She shivered as she warmed her palms before rubbing her hands together to help the blood flow. Once her cheeks and the tip of her cute nose weren’t stinging from the cold anymore, she called out to her friend.

“DAPHNE!” she yelled out in a way that was sure to irritate her friend. Daphne had grown up in a proper pureblood family. She was taught at a young age to act appropriately. ‘A young lady would never yell like that!’ Daphne’s mother would say angrily if she had heard her. Thankfully Daphne’s unpleasant mother was nowhere to be seen. That wasn’t shocking since Daphne was now living in her own place. Hearing feet on hardwood, Tracey turned and saw her friend come into the room wearing only a night robe that was cinched at the waist.

“I was just getting some tea when I heard your bellow,” she told her. “Now why are you yelling in my house at this time of night?” she asked, annoyed.

“Why do you think?” Tracey asked testily. Daphne raised one of her perfect eyebrows. No matter how hard she tried, Tracey could never get hers to look as good as Daphne’s.

“That idiot boyfriend of yours again?” Daphne took a wild guess.

“Ex-boyfriend,” Tracey corrected her with a little heat in her voice. Daphne snorted and walked over to the elegant-looking bar built into the wall.

“Wine or the hard stuff?” Daphne asked as she looked over the wide selection of alcohol.

“Firewhiskey,” she called back, still trying to get her hands to stop tingling from the cold. Daphne poured two drinks and carried them over to Tracey. Holding one out for her, Tracey took it and drank half of it down before she even said thank you. Daphne pulled up a chair and took a sip of hers.

“What did he do this time?” Daphne asked as she crossed her smooth legs. Her silk robe rode up and exposed quite a bit of her gorgeous skin.

“I found out that he had been talking to Parkinson … that whore,” she hissed and ground her teeth together.

“Parkinson?” Daphne asked, pulling a face. “Who would want to be with her? I heard that she got gangbanged by a whole team of South American Quidditch players. That girl will fuck anybody,” she snorted.

“Probably why the bastard was talking to her,” Tracey snarled before she slammed back the rest of her drink.

“Want a refill?” Daphne asked. Tracey shook her head.

“Nah. I need to go to sleep soon. I’ll take some of that tea if it's ready though,” she told her friend. Daphne nodded, got up, and went to the door. As she opened it and began to walk through it, she was stopped by a muscular young man that just happened to be completely naked. Tracey’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull when she saw this mystery man grab Daphne by her ass and lift her off her feet. He kissed her deeply before placing her friend back on her feet. He kept his hands on her ass the entire time.

“Where’ve you been, Daph?” he asked needfully before breaking away from her. Tracey silently gasped when he stepped away from Daphne and began doing a helicopter with his semi-hard cock. Her cheeks immediately heat up at the sight of his glorious cock. She had to admit, this man put her former boyfriend to shame. A sudden burst of jealousy hit her. It seemed that Daphne always had something better than her. Now she had a well-built man with a cock that belonged on a Hippogriff.

“Little Harry is getting lonely!” he joked as he spun his hips and made his cock twirl around. Daphne began sputtering while she heard Tracey audibly gasp behind her.

When she finally got a good look at his face, Tracey couldn’t believe that Daphne had Harry Fucking Potter in her house!

“Harry!” Daphne hissed embarrassingly. “Tracey’s here!”

Tracey finally caught his eye, and she instantly blushed a deep red color. Harry stopped spinning his willy long enough to stand there shell shocked by the turn of events.

“Umm … Well … I’ll just leave you girls to it,” was all that he could say before walking out. Tracey took the opportunity to check out his apple-shaped bottom as he went. When he was gone, she turned her gaze to Daphne who was also blushing.

“Uhh … Harry Potter?” she asked as Daphne sat back down. Her friend took a deep breath and slowly, the pink began to leave her cheeks.

“Before you ask, he’s not my boyfriend!” she said, making it clear. “He’s just a …” She couldn’t find the right words.

“A hot piece of ass that comes over to satisfy your needs?” Tracey filled in with a raised eyebrow. The pink began to color Daphne’s cheeks again as she nodded. “Daphne! He’s your booty call!” Tracey said, bursting out laughing.

“Trace! He’s not a booty call!” she declared, irritated at her annoying friend.

“So he’s your boyfriend?” Tracey smiled.

“NO!” Daphne screeched. “Enough of your teasing,” she demanded.

“Fine. You shouldn’t be embarrassed though. You have a young stud taking care of your needs. I’m going to have to use my fingers for the foreseeable future,” Tracey said sourly.

“Just use Potter,” Daphne huffed. “He’s good at what he does and knows how to keep his mouth shut.”

Tracey sputtered as her eyes widened. “You want me to …?”

“Oh, grow up. We’re both adults now. Call him or not. I don’t really care. Don’t call him on Wednesday or Sunday nights though,” she threatened. “Those are my nights.” Daphne got up and went to get their tea, leaving Tracey to do some thinking.

Booty Call

“I can’t believe I agreed to this. What must you think?” Tracey gasped out as Harry grabbed her by her hips, lifted her up, and sat her down on her kitchen table. After thinking things over as she lay lonely in her bed, she finally gave in and called him up. She thought that they’d beat around the bush for a while until they got a little more comfortable. Instead, Harry barged in and began to manhandle her. He was a man on a mission.

She had worn a short, cute skirt for him, but he didn’t even take notice. He was too busy flipping it up and exposing the full length of her sexy legs. Her heart jumped when he pried her legs open and began kissing the inside of her thighs. As his mouth got closer to the crotch of her panties, her covered pussy began tingling in a way that she had never felt. “I think that you’re lonely and in need of some affection. I’m more than happy to provide it,” Harry answered. His voice vibrated against her delicate skin, sending pleasurable tingles down her spine. “Mmm. You smell lovely,” he complimented her in a lust-filled voice.

Tracey blushed madly as his nose and mouth pressed against her wet panties. She could feel his warm breath washing over her damp skin. “How about we get these off?” Harry teased as he nuzzled her clit with the tip of his nose. Tracey nodded her head rapidly.

“Yes! Please,” she begged as she tried not to grind herself against his mouth. She wanted to pretend to be at least a little proper. She looked down and watched in shock as he gripped the front waistband of her panties between his teeth and used his mouth to slide them down her body. With her heart pounding, she helped him by lifting her legs up. Once they were off, he spat them out and gently removed her shoes. Her chest was rapidly rising and falling as he stood up and placed his hand in between her blouse-covered breasts. Tracey was pushed back until she was lying flat on the kitchen table. Her skirt was completely hiked up so that she was hiding nothing from him. She opened her mouth to say something when Harry reached down and ripped her blouse wide open. Her bra-clad tits jiggled violently from the sudden movement. The brute didn’t even seem to care how her body was treated. Like her blouse, her bra was ripped apart and fell aside, exposing her bare breasts. While they weren’t huge, they were a healthy C. Harry seemed to enjoy them as he held them in his hands and jiggled them around and clapped them together. Tracey had never been so embarrassed. No boy had ever treated her this way. If that wasn’t bad enough, her damn treacherous body seemed to love it. Her pussy was wetter than it had ever been and was so close to orgasm before he had even touched her.  She didn’t need to wait long for him to rectify that.

When his hand slipped between her legs, and his fingers gently brushed over her swollen clit, Tracey cried out loudly and began to thrash. Pussy juice leaked from her slit and pooled on her clean kitchen table. Lights were flashing behind her eyes from the best orgasm that she had had in a very long time. It was so good that she had forgotten something.

“H-Harry!” she squeaked as her body spasmed uncontrollably. “My neighbors! They’ll hear,” she begged while bucking wildly. Tracey lived in a small, muggle apartment until she could afford a better house. Because of that, she was unable to add wards and whatnot to help with her privacy.

“I’ll take care of it,” he said smartly. She thought that he would wave his wand and handle the problem. Instead, the bastard picked up her damp panties and shoved them into her mouth. Her cries of indignation were muffled by the fragrant material that was stuffed in her open gob. Potter just smirked at her before flipping her onto her belly. Tracey was about to pull the panties from her mouth when a hard slap on the ass made her freeze. “Leave them,” Harry commanded. Her hand instantly dropped away from her mouth. Instead, she gripped the edge of the table as his face was pressed against her ass. Slurping sounds filled the room as she felt his tongue lapping at her clit and slit. Her eyes fluttered uncontrollably from the mind-blowing pleasure that she was feeling. She had to press her face against the cold wood when he spread her cheeks apart and began licking the rim of her virgin asshole. The naughty sensation had her back arching and her toes curling. Unable to stop herself, she mashed her pussy and ass against his face and started grinding. Multiple mini orgasms rocked her body repeatedly while his tongue explored every inch of skin that was between her legs and cheeks.

Her body erupted in goosebumps as his hands traveled up her sides and underneath the tattered remains of her shirt and bra. Tracey cried out in pure bliss when his tongue wiggled against her tightest hole while his fingers brushed over her rock-hard nipples. One after the other, his finger traveled over her crinkled nipples. Each one sent a shock of pleasure down her body and straight into her pussy. Wanting more, she spread her knees wider to give Harry more room. She helped him out by twerking her ass and smearing her juices all over his face. As if to show her who was boss, Harry pinched both of her nipples hard and tugged on them while his lips wrapped around her throbbing clit. He sucked hard on her sensitive nub while pulling on her nipples. The pain mixed with pleasure did the poor girl in. She screamed loudly which was muffled by her panties while pussy juice poured out of her and dribbled down Harry’s mouth. She could feel her tunnel contracting and wished desperately for him to shove his massive cock into it. When he got up, she looked over her shoulder while breathing deeply and watched as he removed his clothes.

When he pulled down his underwear and his magnum cock sprang out, she knew that she was in for a very long night.