Mister Malfoy (Ch. 5)(Exclusive)

Mister Malfoy

Chapter 5

Harry blew out a cloud of smoke from the Cubans that he had taken from Malfoy Manor. Seeing as how the house was his, he couldn’t rightly call it stealing. Across the table from him, Sirius puffed on his own before taking a drink of his fruity cocktail.

Since everything went down, Sirius had been spending most of his time down here in the Caribbean. His family owned a small, private island with a beautiful beach house for when he wanted some alone time. When he wanted a bit more excitement, he stayed in a luxury apartment that he had been renting in a large city. Apparently, he was sick of living in England and having to deal with all of the crap that was heaped upon him. Harry couldn’t blame him. There were times when he wanted to pack up and leave. Fortunately, Harry now had the power to change things for the better … or at least make things better for himself.

“Another drink, Siri?” a feminine voice asked. Harry’s eyes locked onto the sexy Cuban woman that walked up holding a pitcher of his favorite drink.

“Of course, my dear,” Sirius smiled lecherously while shaking his glass, causing the ice cubes to clink against the inside of the glass.

“And you, Harry?” she asked, turning to him. As she turned, her big, naked tits jiggled wonderfully.

“Sure. Why not?” he replied. She leaned forward, pouring his drink. Harry watched as her breasts dangled and created a spectacular sight of cleavage. She filled his cup and straightened up before walking away. Both of the males watched her thong-clad ass as she walked back into the beach house.

“Not bad, huh?” Sirius let out a not-so-manly giggle when the door shut.

“Not bad at all,” Harry agreed, puffing his cigar again.

“So you say that you’ll have the Potter Will pushed through soon, and I can finally hand over the Black title to you?” Sirius asked, finishing half of his drink with a single chug.

“I’ll have the Will pushed through. You can hand over the title whenever you want. There’s no rush,” he told him. Sirius shook his head.

“Nah. I’m ready to be rid of the damn thing. It’s brought me nothing but trouble. Hopefully, you’ll be able to put it to better use,” Sirius told him.

“That’s fine. I’ll have the Goblins message you and you can go up to the Gringotts in Puerto Rico to sign the papers. Unless you’d like to come back to Britain and sign it there?” Harry asked. Just then, five topless women burst from the house and jumped into the pool that was right next to them. Water splashed onto the two men and put out Harry’s cigar.

When they broke the surface of the water one of them smiled. “Join us!”

Sirius smirked at him. “You think I want to go back to that cold, miserable island any time soon?” He then dove into the pool with his cigar and drink still in hand. Harry rolled his eyes and jumped in after him.

Mister Malfoy

Narcissa poured two drinks and carried them back to the couch. Harry smiled as she stood there, holding the drink out for him. Her expensive, silk robe was open, and he could see her beautiful tits and hairless pussy on full display. Cissy didn’t bother trying to hide. In fact, Harry knew that she kept it open on purpose. With every new piece of pussy that he obtained, she tried harder and harder to make sure that he remembered how much he needed her. Harry took the drink from her and took a sip. He then placed the drink on the side table and moaned. Between his legs, a shock of bushy, brown hair bobbed up and down. He could hear slurping sounds coming from Hermione’s mouth as she worked him over. She was getting really good at giving head. He’d think of a way to reward her for her efforts.

“Oh! And this came for you as well,” Cissy told him, reaching into the pocket of her robe and pulling out a letter. Harry took it and smiled. Without even looking at it, he instantly knew who it was from. It bore the same scent as all the others. Placing the envelope underneath his nose, he inhaled the lovely scent of Ginny Weasley’s perfume. He opened it up and ignored the letter. Instead, he went straight for the photograph. Holding it up, he smiled at the sexy redhead in the picture. Photo Ginny smiled back and blew him a kiss. He continued to watch as she gave him a cute, little striptease. When the redhead wiggled her hips and caused her panties to drop down to her ankles, Hermione tickled the underside of his cock with her tongue.

“Oh fuck!” he cried out and began cumming. Hermione drank his offering like a true pro and even continued to suck him off until his cock was fully deflated. After that, she stayed between his legs, kissing his cock and sucking on his sack. Hermione had discovered that she loved pleasuring him with her mouth. Narcissa took the letter from his hand, already knowing what was in the photo.

“Hmm,” Narcissa said. “Interesting.”

“What is it?” Harry asked, only half-listening as he grabbed his drink and took another sip.

“The Weasley girl,” she replied, flipping the letter over to read the other side.

“What about her?”

“She’s coming on a bit strong, don’t you think?” Cissy asked him.

“I guess. I don’t really pay attention anymore.” She had sent him so many that he didn’t really think about it much.

“She could be useful,” Narcissa told him. Harry raised an eyebrow.

“Really?” he asked, and she nodded.

“Perhaps not right now, but in the future … maybe.”

“Think of a good reason and then we’ll talk about it,” he said, threading his fingers through Hermione’s thick hair and gently scratching her scalp. He loved hearing her mewl with pleasure.

After spending a bit of time in the pleasure room with his ladies, Harry went back to work. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t spend all of his time drinking and fucking. He looked around his large and luxurious office and smiled. At times, he felt like the CEO of a large international company. His desk was massive and the room was filled with things that would impress anyone visiting. His bar was filled with the most expensive liquors available, and he had a large and comfortable leather couch along a sidewall in case a sexy female wanted to “negotiate” in person. Things were going well. They were going even better when he received word that Pansy Parkinson’s father had been captured in Antwerp and was being extradited back home to face justice.

He had heard that the Parkinsons had fallen on hard times. Much like the Greengrasses, they had business ties with many of the pureblood extremists. When the extremists suddenly disappeared, so did their wealth. Harry didn’t give it much thought. He really couldn’t find it in his heart to care about the well-being of Pansy Parkinson or her mother. While he had never met her mother, Pansy was a miserable human being that could even rival Draco in nastiness.

Already he had taken control of their seat on the Wizengamot. Sure, they still lived in the manor which he technically now owned, but he didn’t care about that. He’d leave them be until he needed it or they annoyed him. That was why when he got word that Pansy wanted to meet him, he was rather reluctant. That was until Narcissa convinced him.

A day or so after agreeing, he was sitting in his office, enjoying a new type of firewhiskey from Poland when a knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. “Enter,” he called out, setting his drink on the desk's surface. Already knowing that she was coming, he wasn’t surprised to see her walk through his door. He was surprised to see her dressed as smartly as she was.

She wore a loose, white blouse and a short, gray pencil skirt with heels on her feet. Clearly, she came here dressed for business, Harry thought as he looked her over. She was still short and petite. Her face looked prettier than normal. It was probably because the sneer that she usually wore was absent from her face. The only thing that he found truly different about her was her hair. It was longer than her normal bob cut.

“Got a hair weave?” he asked as he motioned for her to take a seat opposite him.

“Fuck off, Potter. I used an expensive hair growth potion. I don’t go in for that muggle riff-raff,” she told him angrily, a hint of the sneer on her face. For some reason, this made Harry smile.

“Ah, yes. Of course. Forgive me, Pansy,” he said, trying hard not to chuckle. “Now … What can I help you with?”

Pansy took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. Already Scarhead had thrown her off her game by spewing his normal, stupid tripe. “You know why I’m here,” she said, holding back her biting words.

“Do I?” he smirked. “Maybe you were just dying to see me again. Merlin knows that you always went out of your way to talk to me during school. People were beginning to wonder if perhaps you were desperately in love with me,” he said, snickering as he picked up his glass.

“As if!” she snorted “I’ll have you know that I come from the finest pureblood stock,” she told him proudly while standing up. She jerked her hip outward and posed for him, running her hand down her bowed side and over her slim waist until her delicate fingers brushed over her jutting hip. “Men far better than you have been trying to get a piece of this,” she declared. Harry raised an eyebrow, amused at the size of her ego.

“If that’s true, then maybe you should have given it to them. You might not be in the position that you’re in now,” he told her bluntly. Pansy flushed red. She was reminded that he could kick her and her mother out of the house whenever he wanted and there was nothing that they could do about it. If he wanted, he could strip them of their names and leave them to wander the world without a single knut to keep them fed. “Now sit down and tell me why you’re here. Narcissa’s already planning another party, and she wants my input, so I don’t have all day.”

Pansy bit back her retort. Potter only brought up Narcissa’s party to remind her that she was no longer a member of the ruling class. It was something that Pansy was hoping to fix. She had dolled herself up and made sure to dress in muggle-style clothing. She knew that Potter would appreciate it. Truth be told, she enjoyed the way that they made her look. They were quite flattering on her.

“Very well. I’ll just give it to you straight then,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I have no money, and I hate it. I haven’t been invited to a party in over a year, and I hate that too. Seeing the Greengrass skanks laughing and living carefree while going to parties that I should rightfully be invited to fills me with rage. I’m sick of my peers pretending to console me while laughing at me behind my back. I was hoping that my father would be able to fix things, but that’s obviously not going to happen now. I’m sick of it all and I want it to end, no matter what I have to do!” she said, breathing heavily and nearly shouting the last part.

Harry, for his part, was pleasantly surprised. He expected her to beat around the bush. Instead, she just vented her anger and told him the truth. His respect for her rose just the tiniest bit, which wasn’t hard because he previously held no respect for her at all. “I see,” he replied, tapping his chin.

Pansy couldn’t believe that she had just gone off like that. She hoped that she hadn’t just ruined her chance. She glanced at him and sighed in relief when he didn’t look angry.

“Fair enough. I’ll be truthful as well. I don’t care about you at all. If you suddenly disappeared, I wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep. Whether or not you get to attend fancy parties is none of my concern. But …” Pansy’s stomach flipped when she heard the word but. Potter suddenly stood up and walked around his large desk, stopping right next to her.

“But?” she asked, looking up at him.

“But I can make your desires a reality if I was properly motivated. I certainly won’t do it out of the kindness of my heart. You’ve done nothing to deserve my generosity. Just like Daphne, if you want it, you’re going to have to earn it,” he told her bluntly. Pansy had a feeling that she might have to use her body to her advantage. It wouldn’t be the first time, she told herself.

“Very well … But I expect no worse than the deal that the Greengrass whore got!” she declared. There was no way in hell that she would be lower on the totem pole than Daphne Fucking Greengrass. Potter smirked.

“Deal. However, I expect your payments to be as numerous as the ones that I receive from her,” he said firmly. Pansy blushed slightly and nodded. Expecting that he wanted his first “payment” right then, she allowed him to take her hand and lead her over to the large, leather couch. With a wave of his wand, he was completely nude. Her face began to heat up while checking out his form. He had certainly aged well in the last couple of years. She gasped at the size of his meat that was flopping between his legs as he laid back on the couch. It was still soft and looked as large as the biggest that she had ever taken. She undid her high heels and settled on the couch between his legs. She reached out and grabbed his soft meat in her delicate hand. Slowly she began to beat him off while the half-blood bastard continued to smirk at her. Given half a chance, she’d smack the smile right off of his handsome face, she thought to herself. Within seconds, his soft cock was inflating in her hand. Soon it was so big that her fingertips wouldn’t even touch. She gulped when she remembered that she would soon be taking this thing inside of her.

“Scared of taking one this big?” Potter teased her.

“Oh, get over yourself, Scarhead! I’ve seen some way bigger,” she lied, earning a chuckle from him.

“You’ve insulted him! I think you need to give him a kiss to make up for it,” he snickered as she stroked him from base to head. Not bothering to look him in the eyes, she lowered her head and started wiggling her tongue around the tip. Harry moaned from her actions, filling her with confidence. Opening her mouth wider, she took his head into her mouth. Just then, she felt hands flip up her skirt. Squealing in fright, she let go of his cock and turned her head only to see a second Harry Potter smirking at her. Both chuckled.

“Go back to work,” the second Potter told her. Seeing the first one nod, she blushed and began sucking him off again while wondering what she had just gotten herself into. She couldn’t help but moan when she felt a strong and skillful hand slip between her legs and begin massaging her panty-clad pussy. He knew exactly how to touch her to give her the greatest amount of pleasure. Within seconds, she could feel a damp spot forming. When his finger tickled her hardening clit, she moaned loudly while taking him deeper into her throat. Fingers threaded through her hair as he used his hand to set the tempo. Bobbing faster and faster, she began slightly gagging while drool leaked down the shaft of his fat cock. Just then, she felt the second Potter pull the crotch of her wet panties aside, exposing her to him for the first time. If she didn’t have a throat full of cock, she probably would be blushing beet-red right about then. The tip of his finger began moving up and down between her soft lips.

He whistled appreciatively. “She’s already dripping wet,” Pansy heard him say while he rubbed his fat cock head against her slit, coating the tip in her juices. She squealed on his cock when she felt him penetrate her all the way to her cervix. As his cock slammed into it, she cried out in pleasure and pain. When he reached underneath her and started softly rubbing her hard clit, her pussy walls tightened around him. She suddenly felt his finger toying with her puckering asshole and she panicked. Pulling the cock from her mouth, she turned her head.

“What are you doing?!” she gasped as the finger entered her. He quickly pulled it out and used his wand to coat her asshole in lubricant. The finger quickly returned, sliding in and out of her.

“Getting you ready,” the other Harry responded. She looked at him and flushed as he rubbed the same lubricant all over his massive erection. Once she was all ready, the Harry behind her spun her around and lifted her up by the backs of her knees. She was unable to stop herself from wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he plunged deep into her pussy. Pansy squeaked in pleasure as his cock battered her g-spot. From behind, she felt the other Harry place his cock against her last virgin hole and slowly push in. Burying her face against his shoulder and crying out as her ass was stretched, she could only feel shame as there was a hint of naughty pleasure from having her ass taken. When his cock hit her g-spot again, she moaned pitifully and clamped down on his cock.

“She likes it,” the Harry in front of her cheered. The other chuckled as he finally bottomed out.

Pansy couldn’t figure out how her day had ended with herself being the meat in a Potter sandwich. Both of them thrust at the same time, double barreling her asshole and pussy and making her cry out like a Knockturn Alley whore. Then they each took turns thrusting one after another until she began cumming all over his cock. Her poor body was trembling and spasming out of control as she begged for mercy. The two brutes paid her no heed, however. Her fingernails dug into his soft flesh while her toes curled from the pleasure. She nearly passed out when she violently came again. This time, they let her drop to the couch. Looking up while sweating profusely, she was just in time to see two cocks cover her face with cum.

Mister Malfoy

The incredibly sexy Paloma Parkinson heard a loud, happy squeal coming from her daughter’s room. It had been a long time since any such sound was made in that house. She barged into Pansy’s room to find out what caused her to squeal with joy.

“What’s going on?” she asked, seeing Pansy reading a very fancy-looking invitation. Pansy looked up and smirked at her. She held up the invitation and wiggled it happily.

“I’ve been invited to Narcissa Malfoy’s latest party. Everyone of importance will be there,” she squealed again and flopped back onto her bed, kicking her legs frantically like a ten-year-old girl who had just received a kitten. Paloma squinted her eyes and snatched the invitation from her. Reading it over, she was filled with jealousy.

Throwing it back at her daughter, she asked, “How in the hell did you get an invitation to her party?”

“Potter and I are finally seeing eye to eye,” she said slyly. “Now if you’ll forgive me,” she said happily, opening her bedside drawer and reaching in. She pulled out a hefty sack of galleons. “I need to go to Madame Antoinette’s and buy a new dress,” Pansy smirked again and left her mother with a gaping mouth. How did she get so much money when Paloma was forced to count every knut that she spent?

“Potter!” she sneered before a smile broke out on her face. If her daughter could make him see reason, then so could she.