A gentle knock at the door signaled that it was time. "Ms. Weasley," a young wizard poked his head into the room and peered around. All he could make out was the silhouette of her lithe form through the opaque changing screen she was standing behind. His next words froze on his tongue as his eyes were glued to the sight of her silhouette slowly peeling off her top.
Merlin, she was gorgeous. The lead chaser on the Hollyhead Harpies Quidditch team and a famous war hero. Couldn't get better than that.
A sharp cough distracted the poor wizard out of his stupor. He was ready to round on whoever interrupted his thoughts when the man who coughed simply slipped past him into the room.
"Ginny," Harry Potter, the man-who-won, called out as he sauntered into the room. "It's about time to start. Are you almost ready."
Ginny's silhouette moved back and forth as she wiggled her tight trousers down her legs. "I just need another minute!" She called back.
Harry glanced over at the young wizard who seemed to be frozen in place by the door, his eyes flickering between Harry and the changing screen. Harry almost laughed at the sight; he'd seen hundreds of wizards get caught up in Ginny's beauty. That boy wouldn't be the last.
With a wink to the wizard, Harry slipped behind the screen to see Ginny leaning back in a plush, red chair with her wand in her hand, twirling idly away and making her fake silhouette dance on the changing screen. She was already dressed in a fluffy, white dressing gown. Her beautiful orange hair was done up in a tight bun with just a few locks framing her done-up face. The dark, smoky eyeshadow she wore paired wonderfully with the deep-red lipstick and light blush she had applied to her cheeks.
"You're gonna give the poor bloke a heart attack if you keep this up," Harry snorted, knowing that the wizard was hoping for just a peak at Ginny behind the changing screen.
Ginny giggled, just loud enough to make sure that the wizard heard it. With another flick of her wand, Harry's silhouette appeared on the changing screen too. With a few more twists and turns, followed by a sharp jab, Ginny finished setting things up just right.
Slowly, Ginny's silhouette dropped to her knees in front of Harry. Her hands reached up to his waist. The silhouettes blended together then, but the implication was startlingly clear to any onlookers.
Peering his head back around the screen, Harry locked eyes with the young wizard who was still lingering in the doorway. "You should probably head on out. Ms. Weasley will be ready in a few minutes."
Ginny chose that moment to let out a load moan. The young wizard jumped up and promptly took off out of the room, but not before sending one final longing glance back to the silhouettes on the changing screen.
"One of these days, one of those poor guys is going to get a heart attack you know," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
Ginny smirked. "Do you think that'd add to my allure?"
Harry snorted and the two of them quickly dissolved into quiet giggles. For the past few years now, Ginny had been making quite the name for herself in the magical adult entertainment industry. Described as more sexy than a Succubus, more mysterious than a Thestral, and as having an air about her that can match any Veela, Ginny was the hot commodity across magical Europe and North America.
Ginny and her live performances were being booked a year in advance at this point. Hundreds of wizards, and a fair number of witches, came to see her perform in intimate venues where they could get a close-up view at the witch in action. There were few who could rival her sheer stardom at this point, and Ginny knew it. She leveraged her position intelligently in order to make herself the highest paid woman in the industry.
"I think that no matter what you do, it'll only add to your appeal," Harry told her honestly.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Such a flatterer." Letting out a low sigh, Ginny leapt to her feet. Graceful as ever, Ginny danced around the room as she waved her wand, packing up the stray articles of clothing strewn about the room and her makeup kit. Finally, Ginny stowed her wand in her suitcase and set it down beside the copper tub that waited for her once she was done her show.
Harry enjoyed watching Ginny as she moved around the room. Though their relationship had never gone much beyond the romance they had back at school, they both still genuinely enjoyed each other's company. They hung out whenever Ginny was back at home, and Harry would come out to visit some of her shows. Occasionally, Ginny would even invite Harry to partake in one of her shows, like she had tonight.
It had been an intriguing proposition the first time Ginny had suggested him joining her, but he had turned her down. It wasn't until a year had gone by and Ginny had offered him a spot half a dozen times that Harry finally relented. He knew having him there was a major boost to her publicity, but that wasn't why she ever asked him to join her. They loved working together; they complimented each other perfectly. Honestly, it never felt like work when Harry joined in on her shows.
Taking one last look in the mirror to make sure that everything was just right, Ginny nodded her head. "Ready to go?" She asked Harry.
Harry grinned at her. "Always."
Holding out his arm for her to take, Harry led Ginny out of her dressing room and in to the back corridors behind the small theatre they would be performing at.
"I haven't had a chance to check out the stage yet," Harry commented as they walked down the vacant corridor. "How many guests will be there tonight?"
"Around sixty, I think," Ginny frowned. "Dorene thought I should be sticking to small crowds like this to make my performances more exclusive and personal."
Harry shrugged noncommittally at that. "I guess that makes sense."
"Yeah," Ginny snorted. "It also means that we can charge triple my normal rate, if not more."
Harry nodded. "You must have quite a bit banked up now, huh?"
"Enough to retire comfortably in a year or two if I wanted," Ginny confirmed. "Though, I think I might keep going for a few years after that. May as well make as much as I can while I'm still hot."
Harry laughed at that. "You'll always be hot."
"Tell me that when I'm a hundred and wrinkly," Ginny replied, playfully pinching Harry's arm.
The two of them rounded the corner to the corridor that led to the stage. An open door at the far end lay open, waiting for them to pass through, with the young wizard from before standing right beside it, conspicuously trying to avoid looking directly at Harry and Ginny.
Ginny took a deep breath. "Ready to put on a show?"
Harry didn't bother to answer her with words. Instead, he gripped the thin fabric belt that kept Ginny's dressing gown together and quickly undid it. The dressing gown parted down the middle, revealing a thin, red negligee beneath it.
As planned well in advance, Ginny strode past Harry and up to young wizard standing by the doorway. She shrugged her dressing gown off of her shoulders and held it out for the wizard to take. Harry could see the wizard's eyes wandering down Ginny's body. It was hard to fault him for that though; Ginny was absolutely stunning. Her creamy, flawless skin and toned body were truly a sight to behold. Magic couldn't replicate what she had, at least not without creating new, obvious flaws. Her red negligee was almost entirely opaque, barring a small section over her pert breasts. She had a darker red thong underneath her negligee that let Ginny's magnificent ass speak for itself. With every step she took, her hips swaying side to side, her ass got just the right amount of lift to make each cheek look juicy and delightful. Honestly, it was hard for Harry to wait and not rush onto the stage with her immediately.
Applause met Ginny's appearance on stage as she crossed through the doorway. There were various voices calling out to her, cheering her name and professing their adoration for her. Harry saw a light smile cross Ginny's face as she got acclimated with her surroundings.
Harry walked up beside the young wizard who seemed to be entranced in Ginny's movements on stage. The hardwood floor had been covered with a soft, plush, pink carpet. There were a couple of comfy armchairs near the front of the stage and a large bed at the very center. The bed was covered with glossy satin sheets and half a dozen pillows.
Ginny walked the length of the stage, making long, deliberate steps in order to show off her legs to the audience. They had gone silent now, simply watching as this beautiful lynx prepared herself for what was to come.
"Gorgeous, isn't she," Harry breathed out slowly as Ginny settled in one of the armchairs.
The young wizard jumped as he was broken out of his stupor, but nodded his head enthusiastically. "Oh yes, very gorgeous."
Though it was hard to see exactly what Ginny was doing at the front of the stage, Harry had known her long enough to get a general gist. She'd be touching herself now. She always went slow at the start to gauge the interest of the audience. She'd change her pace from there once she had a read on them.
Oh? From his angle behind Ginny, Harry saw her legs widen ever so slightly. Evidently the crowd was hungry for more. They wanted her to keep on going.
Ginny's legs came up them, her heels planting themselves on the arms of her chair. She'd be rubbing her cloth-covered pussy now, maybe even teasing out a nipple or two. Though it was dim in the auditorium, Harry could see several of the patrons leaning forward in their seats to get a better look. They were already close up to the stage, but there was something just so erotic about looking at a naked woman from as close as possible. A few of them even seemed to have specially made Omnioculars that would give them a zoomed-in view of everything going on.
Harry wished he was out there with his own set of Omnioculars. Seeing the outline of Ginny's pussy through her thong while she rubbed it was truly an incredible sight to behold. The last time he had joined her on stage, she had teased him with that, making him wait several minutes before they could move on to the next stage of the show.
A soft moan, made audible by the subtle Sonorus charm that had been applied to the entire stage, escaped Ginny's lips. Harry could see her hand moving down her torso towards her crotch, but his angle limited his vision.
So, Harry simply closed his eyes and listened. He heard everything: the rustling of Ginny's negligee; the gentle, breathy gasps and moans she made; the slight groan of the armchair as Ginny reclined even further back into it. It was all divine to listen to, and Harry knew that the audience must be as enraptured as he was because there was barely a peep out of them.
For several minutes, Ginny toyed with her body. As hands moved all around herself, she'd let out the right sounds at the right times. Most women would look like they were faking it, but not Ginny. There was something about the way she reacted to everything that was just so natural. For the audience, the illusion was so realistic that it didn't even seem like this was a performance at all. It was like they had all been transported to the window outside of Ginny's home and they were all looking in on whatever erotic fantasy she had lost herself to on that given evening.
Finally, Ginny let out a groan. It was the first sign that she was moving forward in the show. There was a slight gasp from someone in the audience. Harry knew that reaction well. He'd heard it at shows before when Ginny finally pulled her panties to the side and showed off her hairless, glistening pussy in full view.
Another groan followed, and then another, and then another after that. Her breath was coming in and out faster now as Ginny worked her fingers inside of her. Still with his eyes closed and imagining everything that was going on, Harry felt his hard cock throb in his trousers.
Soon, he told himself.
Ginny abruptly stood up from her seat and slowly walked back around the armchair, giving the audience plenty of time to ogle her luscious ass. She came to a stop behind the armchair and, with her back still facing the audience, slipped her thumbs underneath the straps of her negligee.
Ginny's brown eyes sought out Harry's. She stared at him, lust evident all over her gaze, as she slowly slipped the straps off of her shoulders. They fell down easily, and the silky material covering her breasts fell down right after.
Harry never got tired of seeing Ginny's breasts. Though she had once lamented that they'd never get as large as some other women's, Harry loved them nonetheless. They were smaller than average but incredibly perky and topped with the most perfect pink nipples that puffed up ever so nicely under the lightest touch.
The negligee pooled on the floor around Ginny's feet and she stepped away from it, leaving her in only her dark red thong. Without any teasing, Ginny turned back to face the audience. Harry could hear the whirring of dozens of Omnioculars moving to focus in on her perky breasts.
Ginny smiled at the audience then, knowing that she had them fully captivated with her charm. "And now," Ginny's softer-than-usual voice rang out for the first time that night, "I'd like to bring out my partner for the evening."
That was his queue to go. The young wizard beside Harry let out a grimace, wishing he could be in his place instead, and moved out of the way so that Harry could cross the threshold easily.
Harry stepped out onto the stage to the sound of applause from the audience. They easily recognized him given the fact that his status as the vanquisher of Voldemort made him one of the most recognizable wizard in the world. Harry walked up to the front of the stage beside Ginny and waited as the applause died back down.
Ginny's eyes flared with delight as she took in Harry. "You're overdressed," she murmured sultrily, but her words reached the audience clear as day.
Harry was dressed in fairly simple clothes: beige trousers and a dark-grey button-up shirt. Ginny dropped to her knees in front of him and ran her hands up from his belly to his chest before finding the first button at the top. Her fingers normally made deft work of them, but this time she was taking it slow, giving the audience an opportunity to simmer as they watched her undress Harry. No doubt most of them were picturing themselves in Harry's place right now.
As each button came undone, more of Harry's well-defined chest came to bear. When there were only a few buttons left, Ginny just ripped the shirt wide open, sending those remaining buttons bouncing flying off into the carpet beneath their feet.
Ginny pressed her cheek to his skin just above his belt-line, giving the audience a profile look at her face as her hands worked their way to his crotch. His bulge wasn't easily visible in these trousers, but that was exactly why Harry had chosen them. Ginny's fingers found the zipper and slowly undid before slipping her small hand in. Naturally, he hadn't worn any pants for this event, so it only took Ginny a second to wrap her hand around his cock before pulling it out through the opening.
There were a few moans of pleasure from the women in the audience as they saw the length and girth of Harry's cock. It sprung out and smacked Ginny's chin before settling. Ginny laughed throatily and reached up to grip his cock. "Someone's eager," she purred as her fingers wrapped around his shaft.
"For you? Always," Harry groaned.
Ginny's fingers tightened around his cock as she started to stroke it. She made sure that her face was far enough away that the audience could get a good look at his beautiful member but still close enough that they could see how large it was compared to her face.
"I can't wait to taste it," Ginny murmured, licking her lips.
There was a moment's pause where Ginny waited, leaving the audience on the edge of their seats, before she finally stuck out her tongue and gently prodded Harry's cock with it. She gave a few more tentative licks before she really started to go at it.
Ginny's lips parted, showing off her brilliant white teeth, and she moved slowly to engulf him. As soon as the head of his cock was in her mouth, Ginny sealed her lips tightly around his shaft. Then, she slowly starting pushing her head forward. The audience stared as Ginny moved tantalizing slowly down Harry's shaft. She was moaning softly as she did so, her voice echoing throughout the auditorium.
It took nearly ten seconds of slowly working her way forward before Ginny's lips reached the base of Harry's cock. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at Harry, meeting his gaze, as she held her head there.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
The seconds ticked by as Ginny held Harry's cock in her throat. It was a challenge to do at the best of times, but here on stage, it was another beast entirely. Feeling everyone's gaze on her, Ginny knew that she had to play it up for them. So, she started a rumble in her chest that rose out through her throat. Harry gritted his teeth and hissed in pleasure as Ginny's throat vibrated around him.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleven.
It was hard for Ginny to breathe through her nose with Harry's cock blocking much of her airflow, but she managed to keep holding on. Her eyes were starting to water, and she could detect the first hint of wet mascara starting to drip down her face, but she still held on.
Twelve.
Thirteen.
Fourteen.
Fifteen.
Done!
With an almighty gasp, Ginny pulled back from Harry's cock to the sound of applause throughout the room. "Merlin! That's impressive!" A witch in the audience shouted, sending a wave of amused laughter through the crowd.
Ginny beamed out at the crowd, still coughing a little and fighting to catch her breath. Meanwhile, Harry was uncurling his toes as he released the tension inside of his body. Ginny's mouth and throat had felt incredible around him, and it had been hard not to set the pace himself. He would have gladly started facefucking her, but this was her show. He was here to play a role, and Ginny was the director. He'd do as she wanted, not the other way around as it generally went whenever they were in private together.
Once Ginny was composed enough to continue, she took Harry's cock back into her mouth. This time, she avoided any showy tricks and instead focused on just giving the best blowjob she could. She made sure to suck hard, hollowing out her cheeks so that the audience could really see what she was going. She rolled her tongue back and forth on the underside of Harry's cock, knowing just the right way to tease him to make him let out sounds of delight.
After several moments of this, Ginny pulled her mouth off of Harry's cock with a loud plopping sound. Strands of saliva connected Harry's cock with her mouth, which Ginny quickly wiped away with her hand. She lifted his cock and started to gently suck on his balls.
"Do you want to fuck me, Harry?" Ginny asked in the most innocent tone. The audience had once again fallen into silence, focused on watching the show before them.
"Yes," Harry breathed out. Oh Merlin, did he ever want to.
Ginny seemed pleased with his answer. She released his cock and stood up on her feet before slowly walking around him. She let her hands ghost over his skin as she showed off her long legs to the audience. "How would you want me?" She whispered into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
"On the bed," Harry started. That much was obvious; the bed was on stage for a reason. Now he just had to gather what other answer she wanted him to give. His eyes met hers and Ginny subtly popped her ass out just a little bit more, making her back arch. Ah, Harry understood now. "On your hands and knees," he continued. The small smile on Ginny's lips had told him that he got that part right.
Letting her fingers slips away from his skin, Ginny took one last prowl across the front of the stage before she wound her way back around towards the bed. Her movements were smooth and seductive as she crawled onto the bed, making sure her arms were stretched out in front of her while her legs trailed off behind. The audience had a perfect view of Ginny on her hands and knees, fully stretched out so as to show off her lithe form.
No matter how many times he saw her like this, Harry was still blown away by Ginny. Her body was absolutely perfect. Her flawless, milky-white skin was wonderfully divine and her ginger hair was just too perfect to ignore. Her breasts hung down below her, still holding their shape, and her ass stuck out perfectly. In between her legs, Harry could see her pink pussy already glistening with wetness.
Once Ginny had gotten fully situated atop the bed, she shot him a look over her shoulder. "Are you coming?" She asked sultrily.
I will be soon if you keep that up, Harry thought to himself.
Harry quickly approached the bed, his wet cock bouncing up and down as he moved. Ginny continued to stretch out for the audience, giving them a tantalizing look at her as she waited for the next stage of the show.
Harry climbed up onto the bed behind Ginny. He was on his knees behind her, his cock barely a foot away from her ass, but he waited. Ginny had to be the one to initiate; it was all a part of the show.
Ginny grinned back at Harry, knowing how much the waiting made his cock throb with need. He could hear her humming quietly in thought as she gently rocked back and forth on the bed, moving her ass back far enough to be just an inch or two away from his cock before she moved away from him again.
"You know," Ginny said slowly, cocking her head to the side to look out at the audience. "It would be a shame if only you got to experience my pleasure."
A wave of excited murmurs ran through the crowd. They had all heard about this part of the show before, of course. It was a legendary thing that only happened once or twice a year. Ginny never made it clear as to which show she would do this in, but it always served to drum up a tremendous amount of interest after the fact.
"That's true," Harry agreed. Though he really wanted to keep her all to himself, it was Ginny's show, so he went along with it. "Maybe someone here could help us out," he added, punctuating his words by slapping Ginny's ass. The sound of the strike rang out through the room and sent the audience into a frenzy as everyone started clamoring loudly overtop of one another, all volunteering to join.
"Now now," Ginny hushed the audience, "it wouldn't be fair to simply choose someone. It has to be random."
Harry held back a snort. He knew it wasn't truly a random selection—Ginny would have picked someone out well in advance for this—but the illusion was important to maintain.
"How about . . ." Ginny paused in thought. "Row three."
A wave of disappointed groans ran through the audience—other than in row three. The ten witches and wizards in row three all waited with baited breaths for Ginny to decide who would be next.
"Seat . . . six!" Ginny called out.
Another wave of groans ran out through the room, but one man stood up from his seat and started to make his way down the aisle towards the stage. With all of the lights on the stage and the dim lighting for the audience, Harry couldn't make out who was coming up. The two security wizards allowed the man to pass and climb the stairs up to the stage.
Blaise Zabini, a familiar face from the Slug Club back at Hogwarts, climbed onto the stage. He was dressed in just as fine robes as Harry remembered him wearing. He grinned over at Harry and Ginny, giving them each a brief nod.
"Well now," Ginny said, looking him up and down for dramatic effect. "You look like quite the handsome man. Come here."
Blaise obliged, walking up to the side of the bed so that the audience could have a perfect view of what was going on. Ginny crawled forward a couple of feet and slipped a finger down the waistband of Blaise's trousers.
"Do you think you can handle me?" Ginny asked him, her eyes showing that challenging fire she always had within her.
Blaise chuckled lowly. "I don't know, but I'm willing to give it a shot."
Ginny grinned and her hand dropped lower to his zipper. "Good answer. Now, get up here."
Blaise climbed on top of the bed, getting onto his knees in front of Ginny's face, and Ginny deftly unzipped his trousers. She quickly reached in and pulled out Blaise's semi-hard cock. She gave it a couple of quick strokes and moaned. "I think I'm going to enjoy this," she said, licking her lips.
That was the signal she always gave. Harry edged forward so that his cock was poking her wet, pink lips, and then pushed in. As he did this, Ginny let her body be pushed forward, and her mouth engulfed Blaise's cock.
Though Harry had had sex with Ginny many times over the years, he never got tired of the feeling of his cock pushing into her hot, tight pussy. He couldn't help but groan as his hips moved forward of their own volition. His hands clutched at her hips, seeking purchase in order to regain some semblance of control.
Faintly, Harry heard the audience gasp and let out sounds of approval as Ginny was spitroasted right in front of their eyes. This was a special event indeed! Not only was she normally a solo act, Ginny had never invited more than a single person on stage at one time. Harry was sure that the tale of this night would spread around the usual circles with incredible glee.
Ginny took both cocks like it wasn't even an issue; an impressive feat given the size and girth of both men. Harry pushed her so far forward that her forehead was literally pressed up against Blaise's belly. She didn't so much as blink as she gave both men time to adjust to the pleasure her body was giving them.
After a moment to recenter himself, Harry eased his hips back, giving Ginny enough room to maneuver as she wanted. Ginny moved back with him, keeping her ass pressed up against his pelvis. Her mouth slowly pulled back off of Blaise's cock, showing off the glimmering wetness that coated it to the audience.
"Mm," Ginny hummed pleasantly. She opened her mouth wide and showed the audience as she swirled her tongue around the head of Blaise's cock. The sounds of the whirring Omnioculars moving to get the perfect shot filled the room. "I can only imagine what must be going through your mind right now. You, out of everyone here, was lucky enough to end up with my mouth on your cock."
It was no luck, Harry well knew, but he stayed silent.
Blaise smirked, his own amusement at Ginny's lie appearing on his face. "It's like a dream come true."
Ginny smiled up at him. "Hopefully you'll be cumming by the end of it too." Without warning, she wrapped her lips back around Blaise's cock and sucked hard.
As Blaise let out a hiss of pleasure, Ginny wriggled her ass against Harry. After fucking her so many times on stage over the years, Harry knew her signs well, and this was one that told him to start moving.
So, Harry started slowly. It was important to pace the audience, Ginny had once told him. He had to go slowly at the start so that they could fantasize what it would be like to be in Harry's place. They had to be allowed to get caught up in their daydreams without worrying about missing any especially juicy content. So, Harry did just that.
With a tight grip on Ginny's hips, Harry moved his cock in and out of her pussy slowly. His motions were deliberate, smooth, and purposefully drawn out. He could feel Ginny's pussy pulsing around him and practically gushing with excitement, but regardless of what her body wanted, she knew that it was the audience that came first.
As he slowly fucked Ginny, Harry's attention was focused on what she was doing to Blaise. The dark-skinned man had his eyes shut and his fists balled at his side. Harry grinned; Ginny was going all out on him.
Unlike Blaise, Ginny's eyes were wide open and sparkling with glee. She was busting out all of the stops as she sucked his cock. Her tongue moved perfectly as it licked Blaise's sensitive head. Then, just as he would start to get comfortable with the feeling, she would suddenly deepthroat his cock. She would hold herself there and used her fingers to gently play with his balls before retreating back and starting the cycle all over again.
With every little sound Blaise let out, Harry could see Ginny light up in victory. Even in the bedroom, Ginny never lost her competitive edge. She loved watching men cum for her. She wanted them to beat her to the finish line and then finish all over her.
Speaking of which, Harry could see that several of the audience members had started to divest themselves of some of their clothing. Many had their trousers pulled down and their cocks in their hands, masturbating at the threesome happening on stage. A few women had their hands underneath their skirts or even squeezing their breasts through their tops. A few men in the audience split their attention between the stage and these women, but nearly everyone was still so enraptured in Ginny.
It didn't take long for Blaise to reach his breaking point. Harry could see it coming a minute ahead of time, and that meant that Ginny saw it too. The next time he thrust his cock back inside of her, she pushed back her ass to meet his thrust. That was signal to speed things up.
So, Harry started to fuck Ginny in earnest. He was more domineering, pulling her hips back as he thrust forward into her pussy roughly. Ginny took it all and her sweet moans escaped her lips, which were still wrapped around Blaise's cock.
Harry could feel Ginny tightening up around him in excitement as he really started to pound her pink pussy. She always got off on stuff like this.
Blaise couldn't control himself for much longer. "Ginny," he warned her, but Ginny only grinned and kept sucking.
A few seconds later, Blaise's face screwed up in pleasure.
In that instant, Ginny pulled back off of Blaise's cock and quickly grabbed it with her free hand. She only had to stroke him a couple of times before he came all over her face.
Blaise let out a guttural growl as he came. His cock fired off a thick jet of cum that struck Ginny's forehead. She kept stroking him, letting every single spurt of cum he had shoot out over her face. She did her best to make sure she got it all over, but Blaise was only one man so there wasn't enough to completely coat her.
As Blaise finished his orgasm, Ginny released him and the man slipped onto his back on the bed. He laid there for a minute, chest heaving, as he tried to regain his composure. "Holy fuck," Blaise muttered under his breath. "Incredible."
Ginny seemed to glow under his murmured praise. His words washed out across the audience and wave of cheers came from them. There was no clapping though as the audience was still busy masturbating to the sight of Harry fucking Ginny.
Without a cock in her mouth, Ginny was free to let her vocal chords sing as Harry fucked her. Her lusty moans, groans, and all other sorts of pleasurable sounds flowed from her lips and out to the audience. As much as she loved to bury her head in a pillow or in the covers when Harry was slamming his cock into her tight pussy, she still had to give the audience a show. So, she kept her head up, staring out at the audience so that they could see just how much pleasure she was experiencing.
"Damn," Harry groaned as Ginny arched her back just that bit more to offer a slightly better angle for him. His cock was being caressed by her tight walls, which seemed like they were vibrating around him. With every thrust, she would tighten around him just for an instant, begging him to stay buried deep inside of her.
A man in the audience let out a long growl, and Harry looked up just in time to see his cum shooting up into the air in front of him. Before it could splatter down on the audience members in the row in front of him though, the cum disappeared in mid-air.
"Oh Harry," Ginny cried out suddenly. "You feel so fucking good."
Her words seemed to spark something in the audience because another man came just moments later. This time, he stood up from his seat, angled his cock directly at Ginny up on the stage, and let loose. Again, his cum disappeared moments after it left his cock, but he seemed to enjoy the action nonetheless. For her part, Ginny just moaned and sent the man a wink as she licked up some of Blaise's cum which had dripped down onto her upper lip.
As more audience members came, Harry continued on with his thrusting. He was already having to tense his thighs to stop his own orgasm from coming on too soon.
"Yeah," Ginny moaned encouragingly. "Mess my pussy up!" She let out a squeal as Harry smacked her ass.
Again, more and more people were coming in the audience. One particularly loud woman screamed as she came in her seat. Harry could see her out there, heels up on her armrests, and her dripping pussy bare for all to see. Her fingers were running in mindless circles around her clit as her body shook.
"Come on! Make me yours, Harry! Fill up my tight little pussy with your cum!" Ginny cried.
Unfortunately, that was not his signal to cum. It was, however, the last signal she would give before she would let him finish.
Harry loved how Ginny kept getting naughtier and naughtier towards the end of the show. She was really going all out now as he pounded her pussy.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Ginny shouted over and over again. "Fuck, I'm so close to cumming all over your thick cock!"
Harry could see that most of the audience members had finished now and were resting in that blissful post-orgasm feeling as they watched Harry wreck Ginny. Still, they would stick around for the big finish.
"Oh, Merlin, I'm cumming!" Ginny's voice ascended into a high-pitched scream as her pussy spasmed around his cock.
That was Harry's signal to let go.
As he relaxed his body as redoubled his thrusts into Ginny's pussy, Harry felt his own orgasm hit. Grabbing her hips and pulling her towards him while he thrust forward, Harry shoved his cock as deep inside of Ginny as it would go and came inside of her.
Spurt after spurt of cum flowed into her tight pussy. It was practically milking him as it spasmed around his girth, pulling out every last drop of his white seed.
When Harry felt the last drops leave him, he hooked his arms around Ginny's midsection and flipped them both backwards. Harry landed on his back on the bed with Ginny on top of him. His cock was still inside of her pussy when they landed, but he quickly slipped it out and held Ginny in place.
Once again, the whirring of the Omnioculars sounded as the audience focused in on Ginny's red, engorged pussy lips. Harry could feel Ginny breathing hard on top of him, waiting.
The sound of the audience told Harry exactly when his cum started to drip out of Ginny's pussy. There was a round of applause as his seed spilled out of her, running down her thigh and onto her ass before dripping down onto his lap.
Ginny laughed on top of him, the sound of exhilaration at a job well done. She looked over at him with her cum-covered face and grinned.
"So, ready to start the real show when we get back to my room?"
Harry's eyes lit up with excitement. Of course he was!