"I can see why you wanted to come here," Ginny's voice said from the dressing room. "There are loads of fashions here that we wouldn't have ever found back in--uh, back where we're from." Hermione was relieved at her friend's discretion. She knew what she meant, and was glad she hadn't come right out and said it. Making any references to muggles, magic or anything else would not be ideal in their present company.
Hermione was out dress shopping in preparation of her wedding with Ron, and Ginny was also looking for something for her own pending ceremony with Harry. None of the styles in the shops in the wizarding world had appealed to her, so she'd dragged Ginny out to the muggle world. Her friend had been skeptical, but she'd changed her tune quickly once she saw what the shop had to offer. Ginny had rushed into the dressing room to try on several dresses that had been to her liking, while Hermione was standing still and allowing the male seamstress who ran the shop to fit her for hers.
"Yes, I thought you might like it," Hermione said with a smile. "The places we were going to earlier were more like the fashions your mother might approve of."
"You're not wrong," Ginny said, laughing. "You guys have the right idea. My arse looks amazing in this!"
Hermione laughed back, but it ended in a gasp when the hands of the male seamstress brushed her breasts. At first she was ready to write it off as incidental contact, but his hands remained on her chest for far too long. And as if to reinforce his intent, he took another firm, deliberate grope of her breasts through her wedding dress. Hermione gasped again, stunned by how brazen and inappropriate this man was being. It was loud enough to catch Ginny's attention from the other side of the door.
"Hermione?" she asked. "Something wrong?"
Yes, something was wrong! Something was very wrong! This man, this stranger, was groping her breasts! He had no business; he had no right to touch her like this! She was engaged, which he obviously knew. She was here so he could fit her for her wedding dress, yet here he was, squeezing her breasts without her permission. Who did he think he was?!
If Hermione had been in her right mind she would have smacked his hands away, spun around and slapped him across the face. Or maybe she would have punched him, or even kicked him in the balls for his presumption. But she was so shocked that she froze in disbelief, and she didn't do any of the things she should have done.
"No," she said. "No, it's fine." Her brain was still struggling to catch up to the reality of what was happening. But even though she wasn't thinking straight enough to put a stop to this insanity, she knew that she didn't want Ginny or anyone else seeing her get groped like this.
The seamstress suddenly pinched her nipples through her dress, and she grimaced. "I just, uh, got a little pinch." The man chuckled quietly behind her. As confusing and wrong as all of this was, he was only just getting started. His hands leaving her breasts should have come as a relief and a return to normalcy, but he slid down them her belly, underneath her dress and to her crotch. His fingers rubbed her groin through the white knickers she'd worn today, and Hermione shivered against him.
Then it got even worse. He wasn't satisfied just rubbing her through her underwear. His hand slid inside of her underwear, and his fingers touched her bare pussy lips. Feeling his fingers brushing her vulva was enough to make her shivering intensify, but then he actually slid two of them inside of her. Hermione had to bite down on her lower lip to stop herself from whimpering.
"Ooh, I really like the way this dress makes my boobs pop!" Ginny said. "Are you almost done out there? Or did you find something else that caught your fancy?"
Hermione was finding a great deal, but it wasn't what she'd come here for at all. She'd come here to try on dresses with her friend as they prepared for their respective weddings to the men that they loved, but instead she was being violated by a man whose name she didn't even know. Her entire world was being shaken to its core, and she did not know how to handle it. She was frozen stiff by this, barely able to believe that this was actually happening.
"Uh, yeah," Hermione said. She did her best to sound casual, as if she was doing nothing out of the ordinary, as if she was merely being fitted for her dress and didn't have some stranger's fingers plunging into her pussy. "I think I'll be done soon." Or so she hoped, but she didn't know if he would make a liar out of her or not. She was not in control of this situation, and she felt powerless to do anything about it.
The worst part wasn't even that she couldn't make her body do what it obviously should have well before it got to this point, which was shove him away, tell him off and call the police on him for his violation of her. No, the worst part by far wasn't her body refusing to respond to her, but how it responded to him. His fingers moving back and forth inside of her pussy should have filled Hermione with revulsion, but instead she was mortified to feel her body responding to the stimulation. Her nipples were hardening inside of her bra, but even more concerning was the wetness coating his fingers.
There was no way he was failing to notice her arousal, not with two fingers of one hand moving inside of her while his other hand had returned to her chest so he could play with her breast some more. This arsehole was fingering her and fondling her in his shop while her best female friend stood behind the dressing room door, completely unaware, and Hermione was getting off on it. What kind of woman was she? What kind of fiancée was she? She wasn't fit to be marrying Ron! How would she ever be able to look him in the eye again without being crushed by guilt and shame?!
"I can't wait to see you try it on!" Ginny exclaimed. "Thanks again for bringing me here. I was skeptical, I admit it, but I was wrong. This place had just what I needed."
"That's nice," Hermione said, closing her eyes and forcing herself to bite back the moans that the fingers pumping her pussy tried to coax out of her. "I'm glad you found what you were looking for."
As for Hermione, she had found herself in an unexpected situation, one she was completely unprepared for. This man wasn't just abusing her body, but bringing overwhelming shame down upon her at the same time. Hermione had never felt as much self-loathing as she did at her inability to control her own body, and that loathing grew in parallel with the pleasure she was unable to ignore. As much as she wanted to be the master of her own body and mind, his fingers were winning out over her fragile sense of self. For all of her magical strength, all of her intelligence and all of the respect she'd earned for herself fighting at Harry's side and more recently shooting upwards through the Ministry thanks to her unfailing work ethic, Hermione could do absolutely nothing now. She was being reduced to a quivering mess by this presumptuous stranger and his fingers.
She could take no more. Her humiliation and her shame were about to reach their unfortunate peak, because her body was moments away from climax. Only one person other than herself had ever made Hermione orgasm before, but another name was about to be added to that list. She didn't even know what his name was; if he'd given it at the beginning when he welcomed her and Ginny to the shop, she'd forgotten it immediately. But even if she'd forgotten his name, she was never going to forget his fingers.
It was a frightening moment for Hermione for more reasons than one. In the bigger picture, she worried about her ability to move on from this in the future. But there was a far more immediate concern to deal with than her ability to forgive herself or to move on, and that was the possibility of her moaning or screaming and alerting Ginny as to what was going on out here. She would do her best to hold back, but given how poorly she'd done at controlling herself or this situation from the first moment this man's hands had touched her breasts, she had serious reason to doubt her ability to show restraint.
Her assailant seemed to come to the same conclusion, because he spun her around in his arms so her chest was flush against his. His fingers went straight back inside of her, fingering her harder than ever while his thumb started to press down on her clit. That of course sent Hermione hurtling out of control even faster, but just when her unwanted pleasure reached its zenith his mouth covered hers. He kissed her hard, muffling her orgasmic cries and preventing Ginny from hearing what was going on while her body succumbed to the pleasure being forced upon it.
In a sense this kiss was a good thing for Hermione, because she knew that she would not have been able to hold back her moans. There was just no resistance left in her, and so if he hadn't pressed his lips to hers Ginny would undoubtedly have heard her moan and scream with the bliss he was forcing on her. But it was hard for her to really feel like anything had been avoided here. Even if Ginny couldn't hear her moan, feeling this man's lips cover hers and his tongue forcing its way into her mouth to dominate hers was no true relief for Hermione. It was just one more way for him to show her just how completely he'd bent her to his will.
She collapsed to her knees on the floor, feeling utterly disgusted with herself for not only allowing all of that to happen but getting such pleasure out of it. His fingers had made her cum, and that was something she was going to have to live with for the rest of her life.
If there was any saving grace here, it was that it was over. His fingers pulled out of her after she rode out her guilty pleasure, and that was going to be the end of it. Surely not even he would be brazen enough to do anything more knowing that Ginny was here. He was going to let her go, and she was going to have to try and pretend that nothing had happened. She had no clue how she would be able to do that, but she had no other choice.
The only other alternative was for her to admit what had happened to Ginny, and later to Ron, and she couldn't bear to do that. She was just going to have to find some way to put this behind her, and it started with regaining her senses before Ginny came out of the changing room. After that it would be one step at a time, and with enough effort maybe she could--
Hermione gasped as he grabbed her by the hair and started pulling her along towards the changing room Ginny had gone into, forcing her to crawl along on the floor in the wedding dress she'd been getting fitted for when all of this insanity started. He wasn't finished with her?! And not only was he not finished with her, not only was he not trying to conceal what had just happened from Ginny, he was pulling Hermione straight towards her?
Just how much crazier was this afternoon going to get?
**
Ginny grinned as she admired herself in the mirror of the changing room. "This is the one, Hermione," she called. "I'm sure of it!" Her friend hadn't said much recently; maybe she was too busy checking herself out in her dress. But she was going to be struck speechless once she saw Ginny in the dress she'd chosen. It was going to knock Hermione's socks off, and more importantly it was going to knock Harry's off. He wasn't going to be able to take his eyes off of her once she walked in front of him wearing this. She couldn't wait!
"I guess I should try the others I picked out, just in case," she said thoughtfully. She removed her dress carefully and bent down at the waist to pick up one of the few remaining that she hadn't tried yet.
Smack!
Ginny's eyes went wide at the unexpected feel of what could only have been a spank across her arse, and a hard one at that. Seeing as she was only wearing the skimpy red bra and thong she'd put on underneath her casual clothes when she woke up that morning, the hand that had just given her an unexpected smack had struck the bare flesh of her bum.
She whirled around, nearly reaching down to draw her wand on reflex before remembering that she was in her underwear and her wand was nowhere within reach. She found the male seamstress who'd been helping them today smirking at her unrepentantly, obviously being the one who had just spanked her. There was only one hand he could have done it with, because the other was holding onto Hermione's hair as she kneeled on the floor next to him. Just what in the fuck had happened out there while Ginny was busy trying on dresses?!
"Did you just fucking spank me?!" she hissed, staring at him in disbelief.
"I sure did," he said, showing not even a hint of shame about it. Then his free hand shot forward far faster than Ginny would have thought possible, and he grabbed her long red hair hard. She cried out in shock and pain as he tugged on her hair, and before she knew it she was forced down onto her knees next to Hermione. What in the hell was happening?! Ginny was confused and reeling and Hermione didn't seem any better off.
"We're going to have loads of fun, the three of us," he said. He let go of Hermione's hair and moved his hand to undo his trousers. Ginny couldn't understand why Hermione didn't use the chance to get back to her feet and try to do something about all of this, but then again it wasn't like she was doing much to resist either.
"Why are you pulling your cock out?!" Ginny screeched. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but--"
She was struck speechless when he succeeded in pulling his underwear down his legs and his cock sprang out. Before her eyes was the largest cock she'd ever seen, and it was not even a close comparison. Michael Corner's had been fairly average in length and width. Dean's had been far larger; she'd had loads of fun sucking and fucking him in their time together.
Harry had been rather disappointing in comparison. He'd not only been a downgrade from Dean but was smaller than Michael. The first time she'd gotten his dick out she'd had to work very hard not to let her disappointment show, but she'd moved beyond it quickly. She loved him, after all. He was the man of her dreams, the boy who had saved her in the Chamber, the one she'd dreamed of being with since she was a little girl. And he'd chosen her. So what if his cock was on the small side? He was her soul mate and the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She would happily deal with him not exactly being blessed below the belt if she got to be with him.
That was how she'd always felt, but seeing this cock in front of her now struck her dumb. What she saw pointing straight at her now was a cock that was not just bigger than Harry's and Michaels', but a cock that was both longer and thicker than Dean's. This man was huge. And for Ginny, who had always been something of a size queen and had spent several years convincing herself that she was fine with Harry's smaller than average cock, having a dick this massive waving right in her face was a very dangerous thing.
"Impressed, aren't you?" he said, smirking at both her and Hermione. Ginny wanted to deny it; anything else felt like a betrayal of Harry. But she could not make the obvious lie form on her lips. He probably would have seen through it anyway. And with Hermione's look of shock frozen on her face, she wouldn't have been any more convincing if she'd tried.
"Don't worry, you're not just going to have to stare at it hungrily," he said. "You'll both be given plenty of chances to play with it."
"No!" Hermione gasped, finding her voice and speaking up for the first time since he'd dragged her into the changing room. "No, please, no more!" More? Did that mean he'd already done things to her while Ginny was in here changing? "I'm getting married! I don't want to cheat on my future husband!"
"Me neither!" Ginny said, finding some sense of strength and joining her voice to Hermione's. "I love Harry! I don't want to do anything to hurt him!" And she didn't. She loved Harry dearly, and she'd committed to spending the rest of her life with him. That was a commitment she took seriously, and she didn't want to violate it. Not even for a cock as mouth-watering as the one currently being shoved in her face.
"You'll be singing a different tune by the end of the night," he promised. "You both will." He grabbed onto Ginny's hair again and pulled her face in so it was right next to Hermione's, right in front of his dick. She stared uneasily at the swollen head of that cock, hating the tingling she could feel in her belly. It was like the excitement she'd always felt when she was about to play around with Dean's nice big cock, only it was even bigger and more dangerous.
"Now suck my cock," he demanded. "Both of you sluts together should be able to do a decent job of it."
Ginny should have resisted. She should have fought him. Maybe if she had Hermione would have found the strength to do so as well. Even without their wands within easy reach, surely the two of them working together would have been able to resist this man.
But she didn't, and they didn't. They did work together, but they used that team work on his cock just like he demanded. It was Ginny who acted first. Her arousal and her weakness for large cocks overcame her desire to remain faithful to Harry, and quite against her will her tongue slid out of her mouth and batted at the tip of the massive cock in front of her. That first lick proved too delicious to turn away from, and she started licking not just the head of his cock but the shaft as well.
Ginny's surrender to her lust seemed to dash whatever feeble resistance Hermione might have had left too, because soon enough she was joining in as well. They licked and kissed the head of his cock together, and wound up each taking one side of his shaft and licking up and down like it was an ice cream cone. It tasted far more delicious than that though, at least for Ginny. She had always had a craving for cock, and this arsehole had the nicest one she'd ever been exposed to. It was little wonder that the temptation had been too much to resist for someone like her.
"I knew you'd warm up to it quickly enough," he said, patting her hair. She hated how much she liked it. "But let's see you go a little lower, hmm? Both of you get your heads down there and worship my balls."
Ginny usually didn't have to be told to worship a man's balls, because she had plenty of practice at doing so. She shouldn't have been quite so willing to use those skills here with this man who was not her fiancée, but when a pair of big balls was right there for the taking, Ginny Weasley had never really been able to resist. She dipped her head low and showed him what she could do, licking, kissing and sucking on them without shame.
It seemed like Hermione had less experience doing this, or perhaps no real experience at all, because she was far more tentative in how she worked his balls, at least at first. But after watching Ginny at work next to her for a bit she seemed to get the hang of it, and started to do a better job of licking and kissing his balls. Eventually they got to the point where they were both going at it quite hard. Ginny had his left ball between her lips and was sucking hard, and Hermione was lavishing just as much attention on the right. Ginny had no clue whether Hermione relished a good ball sucking the way that she did, but she got into it pretty well.
"That's good," he said. "You two make a good slutty team, sucking on my balls like that." That was not the sort of compliment one should really take any sort of pride from, especially whilst cheating on their fiancée, but that didn't stop Ginny's arousal from growing. He pulled on their hair to remove their mouths from his balls, and Ginny took the chance to catch her breath. "Now I'd like to see my sluts share a snog."
Ginny saw Hermione's eyes widen as she surged forward and began to kiss her, but she was too caught up in the moment to pull back. She'd never shared a cock with another girl before, and if she was being honest it was something she'd always wanted to do. Doing it with her closest female friend was an interesting experience, though it was a shame it hadn't happened under better circumstances than this. Hermione whimpered into her mouth, but she didn't try to pull away. Eventually she tentatively started kissing back, though Ginny remained in control and led the kiss the entire way.
"Perfect," he said, giving both of their heads a pat. "Now get your mouths back on my cock and get back to work."
Ginny immediately took the head of his cock back between her lips and started to bob her head on his shaft. She had always loved listening to the sucking, slurping sounds she produced as she slid her lips up and down a nice big cock. Regrettably it was something she had not heard in years, not since she'd broken it off with Dean and wound up with Harry, but the forgotten treat had returned to her life most unexpectedly.
The only shame was that she couldn't quite manage to get him down her throat. That was something she'd had to work at quite a bit with Dean, and when she'd finally worked her way up to being able to throat him she'd been quite proud of herself. But she was out of practice now. Sure, she regularly deepthroated Harry, but that wasn't exactly a difficult task. She didn't have to put much effort at all into that, not like she had with Dean. And this man's cock was an even bigger challenge. She had no hope of being able to take it all the way down, at least not right now. But that didn't stop her from giving it her very best shot.
Though Ginny was unable to get all of his cock down, she had Hermione there to help her in giving him pleasure. The brunette licked and kissed at the base of the man's shaft while leaving the bobbing to Ginny, and they made a pretty effective team if Ginny did say so herself. Between her bobbing and Hermione's licking, they soon had their lover (if he could be called that) groaning with impending orgasm.
Ginny, swept up in the pleasure of sucking a massive cock after too many years without, was ready and willing to do her very best to swallow all of his cum. He didn't give her that opportunity though, because he pulled his cock out of her mouth just before he finished. Instead of cumming down her throat, he aimed his cock straight at them and came all over her face as well as Hermione's. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Hermione's eyes snap shut in self-preservation as the semen started to rain down on her, but Ginny kept hers wide open. This wasn't her first facial.
It may have been the biggest though. Her face was fairly drenched in his cum from her forehead down to her chin by the time he was done. That feat was all the more impressive when she glanced over and saw that he'd given Hermione plenty of cum across her own face as well. The bookworm looked as if she'd just had several guys wank themselves off on her, and Ginny was sure she looked no better.
"Oh, if only I could take a picture of you both right now and send it to your fiancées," the man said, chuckling at them. "I wish they could see what sluts they proposed to!" Ginny blushed, and she felt the shame return to her. But though the shame was there, it was not prevalent enough to stem the desire pooling in her belly. "I don't need you making a mess though, so clean each other up." Hermione opened her eyes and started looking around, and the man chuckled. "I didn't mean with a tissue or something like that, you silly slut. I meant with your mouths."
Hermione still looked to be absorbing his order when Ginny put it into practice. She put her hands on Hermione's shoulders and started to lick the cum off of her face. Ginny considered herself something of a connoisseur of cum, and this was the most delicious she'd ever sampled. It was wonderfully thick, and she lapped it up eagerly. Hermione seemed stunned at having Ginny lick her face so thoroughly, but after a tap on the head from the man who had given her the facial she started to return the favor. She licked Ginny's face tentatively at first, but after her first few licks her tongue moved more energetically. Ginny didn't know whether Hermione was developing a fondness for the taste or if she was just trying to get it over with, but it had the same result in the end.
"Nice and clean," the man said. He let go of Hermione's hair and ignored her entirely. His full attention was on Ginny, and she felt guilt, anxiety, fear, and a whole mess of other emotions as he pulled her to her feet and yanked her thong off of her. It went without saying what came next, and while there was a part of her that felt despair in cheating on Harry, the part of her that was unbearably aroused and couldn't wait to have a nice big dick inside of her once again was becoming more dominant and prevalent with each passing second.
"Now it's time to prove how big a slut you really are," he said as he easily hoisted her body into the air, lined her up and lowered her down onto his cock.
Ginny was fucked, both figuratively and literally. There was no turning back now.
**
Hermione watched from her knees in disbelief as this man held Ginny in his arms and fucked her on his cock. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. She'd never seen anyone get manhandled like this. Obviously she'd underestimated his strength, because even though Ginny was a rather slim girl, she was still a grown woman. She was a grown woman that he was effortlessly holding off of the ground and bouncing on his cock as easily as if she weighed nothing at all.
Watching her friend get bounced around on his cock would have been surreal enough for Hermione, but it was far harder to make her mind believe what it was being told as time went on. Impossible as it seemed, Ginny actually appeared to be enjoying it. She'd looked conflicted and guilty when it first began, and Hermione had assumed the guilt of cheating on Harry would weigh her down throughout the entire uncomfortable and humiliating experience.
But soon enough Ginny started to moan and whimper as she was fucked, and much of the tension seemed to leave her face. Unless Hermione was mistaken, it seemed like the pleasure was winning out over the guilt and shame of her betrayal. And then Ginny left no room for doubt.
"Oh, fucking Merlin, that's so good!" Ginny shouted. "So damn big! Fuck, it's so much better than Harry!" Hermione actually gasped out loud at that. Letting go of her guilt, getting lost in the moment and forgetting about what she was doing temporarily could have been understandable, but Ginny was going well beyond that. She'd mentioned Harry by name, and not in any way that she should have.
"I don't know why you're bringing up something from fucking King Arthur, but whatever," the man said, laughing as he bounced her slender body on his cock. "So I'm bigger than your man, huh?"
"Much bigger!" Ginny moaned. "Oh, fuck, I forgot how good it feels to get shagged by a big dick!"
Hermione shook her head, stunned at what she was witnessing. Ginny had fancied Harry since she was a girl, and had been so giddy once he finally noticed her and returned her affection. She'd been so loyal to him and so devoted to him, and Hermione had been so happy for them both. The last thing she ever would have expected to see was Ginny turning her back on Harry. But here she was, shaming his size and his ability without shame. Hermione's friend, fierce, fiery Ginny, was getting broken down on this cock. Was the pleasure of that admittedly large cock filling her up really so great that Ginny would turn her back on the relationship she'd wanted all her life?
Ginny didn't seem to care in the least about Harry as she screamed out in joyous orgasm. But the man who had pulled them both into all of this was not content with that. He dug his fingers into the firm cheeks of Ginny's arse and bounced her harder on his cock, not caring that she'd already cum and was probably sensitive. He bounced her until she screamed out with a second orgasm, and Hermione assumed that would be the end of it,
But it wasn't. He still did not pull Ginny off of his cock. He didn't even pause in his bouncing. He just kept on fucking the redheaded quidditch player like she was a ragdoll and Ginny seemed to love every second of it. Hermione knew Ginny loved the thrill of a bumpy ride on a quidditch broom, but she couldn't understand how something like this could make her moan so wantonly. Moan she did though, and before long she was going through yet another orgasm, and was not shy about letting them know.
"Again!" she said, somewhere between a moan, a scream and a grunt. "Fucking cumming again! Merlin, so fucking good!" Ginny screeched her pleasure, and Hermione knelt and watched numbly. Her best female friend was cheating on Harry, the boy she loved and the boy Hermione thought of as a brother, and she didn't seem to give a damn about the betrayal. Hermione could feel her heart break. And as the man set Ginny back down on her feet at last and looked in Hermione's direction, she felt dread wash over her. Was he going to try and do the same to her now? Hopefully not. Hopefully he'd satisfied his lust with Ginny, and Hermione would not have to betray Ron any more than she already had. But with the way he was looking at her, she was afraid this was going to be an overly optimistic wish.
"Clean up after your fellow slut," the man said. "Use your mouth to clean her cunt out. Lick it all up."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "What? No! I can't do that! I'd never--"
A hand grabbed onto Hermione's bushy brown hair and tugged painfully. That was nothing new today, but what made her gasp in surprise and dismay now was that it was not the male seamstress tugging her hair this time. It was Ginny who had grabbed her hair, and Ginny who looked down at her with a look in her eyes that Hermione had never seen.
"Use your smart mouth for something other than talking for a change," Ginny spat. "Shut up for once in your bloody life, do as he says and lick me, Granger!"
Hermione whimpered, shaken by the anger in Ginny's voice as much as she was by the tugging of her hair. Whatever moral dilemma Ginny had been undergoing was long forgotten now. Hermione knew beyond all doubt that being bounced on this man's cock had changed Ginny, and she feared that the change might be permanent. Staring down at her now was not her friend, but a cock-craving slut who wouldn't think twice about cheating on the man she loved or pulling on her friend's hair painfully.
She did not want to put her head between Ginny's freckled thighs and lick her cunt, but Hermione felt like she was left with no other choice. She'd had any semblance of power taken from her already even before Ginny got involved, but now that Ginny seemed to have sided with the male seamstress, Hermione had spiraled even deeper into the depths. She placed her face against Ginny's pussy and licked her hesitantly. It came to her easier than it had any right to. She'd never gone down on another woman before, but in comparison to some of the things she'd already been forced to do today, going down on her friend and cleaning semen out of her with her tongue was not destined to be at the top of the list.
"Ooh, that's good, Granger!" Ginny said. "You're pretty good with that tongue when you stop being a snooty little bookworm and actually do as you're told!" She pulled Hermione's face even tighter against her, and Hermione sped up her licking and wiggled her tongue around. She wouldn't say that she enjoyed licking Ginny, but at least it wasn't quite as humiliating as worshipping the stranger's balls had been.
Ginny certainly enjoyed it though. She enjoyed it so much that she grunted and wiggled her hips against her face as she came. Hermione hadn't expected her licking to get Ginny off, especially after the man had already fucked her to three orgasms, but the proof was there in how the redhead squirted all over her face.
That was enough of a surprise, but Ginny had only just squirted on her when the seamstress grabbed Hermione by the hair again and pulled her face back towards him. She turned just in time to receive another sticky facial, and she grimaced. She'd felt like a mess even after Ginny licked the cum off of her face earlier, and taking a second load across her face was only going to add to that feeling.
"I think now is as good a time as any to close up shop for the day," the man said. Hermione sighed, thinking that this was finally the end and she would be allowed to go home. But he held her by the chin and forced her to look up at him. "Go close up for me, slut. Flip the sign on the door to closed."
Hermione didn't see why she should have to be the one to do his work for him. She was also very conscious of the mess both he and Ginny had made of her face, a mess that was being allowed to stick to her this time, and she wanted absolutely no part of allowing anyone who happened to be passing by outside to see her cum-covered face. But the important thing here to Hermione was that closing the shop seemed like a signal that they were also closing out this humiliating day. If she could get out of here without being fucked and having her commitment tested like Ginny had, that seemed like it was worth the potential indignity of passers-by seeing a slutty cum-covered woman in a wedding dress through the window.
She wasn't happy about it, but she got back to her feet and stumbled towards the front door. It should have been a simple enough thing for her to flip a sign and let would-be customers know that the shop was closed. Unfortunately, as Hermione should have anticipated, the seamstress did not make it so simple on her. She gasped as he came up behind her and pushed her body up against the clear glass window, and before she even knew what was happening he had hiked her wedding dress up, pulled her knickers down and shoved his cock inside of her.
"No, no," Hermione whimpered, hating how pathetic she sounded. She hated the way her body was responding even more, because while his fingers probing her earlier had forced unwilling pleasure upon her, she could feel her body warming up to his big cock inside of her even more. There had been good reason for Ginny to be so in awe of this man's cock, and Hermione felt the same way. She couldn't speak to Harry's size specifically, and she didn't have as much experience or seen as many cocks as Ginny had to compare him to, but this was still far and away the biggest dick Hermione had ever seen in her life. Her mind wanted to shut down the pleasure, but her body was getting excited quickly by the big dick slamming back and forth inside of her.
"Ooh, looks like you're drawing a crowd, Hermione," Ginny cooed. "Everybody's seeing what a slut you are, getting fucked in your wedding dress. Lucky you."
To Hermione's dismay, Ginny was correct. Whether the people walking by had any interest in dress shopping or not, they couldn't help but stop in their tracks when they saw a woman being pressed up against the window by the front door, her face covered in cum as a man shagged her hard from behind. They stopped, stared, pointed and laughed as they watched the slut getting fucked so shamelessly.
She knew what they were all thinking of her and how little they respected her, but she felt even worse about herself. All that they saw was a horny woman and her cum-drenched face pressed against the window as she got fucked. They didn't even know that the man fucking her was not her fiancé. They didn't know that she was cheating on the man she'd promised to marry, but Hermione did. With every thrust of his cock into her, every time her face and chest bumped against the window and every new passer-by who stopped to gawk at the obscene display, Hermione felt the depths of her betrayal pulling her down even lower. She'd never felt so low or so ashamed of herself in her life.
"Yes, they're getting to see her true self," the man said as he continued to fuck Hermione and shake her entire world on its foundation. "But speaking of showing the world what sluts we are, I think you need to do your part, red."
"What do you want me to do?" Ginny asked quickly. Despite her own emotional turmoil as she was fucked and leered at, Hermione definitely noticed the excitement in Ginny's voice. She'd fallen far now, and was ready to throw herself straight into whatever this man wanted from her.
"Eat my arse," he said. "If you do that for me, and do a good job of it, I'll give you another fuck later after I'm finished with your friend." That sounded like the most demeaning thing Hermione could think of, but Ginny didn't seem to have any problem with it. Maybe her friend was a far bigger slut with a dirtier mind than Hermione had ever realized, or maybe Ginny was so desperate to get another fuck that she would subject herself to anything in exchange. Whatever the motivation might be, Hermione heard Ginny crouch down behind him, and soon enough the man started to groan even louder thanks to Ginny's work.
"That's good," he said. "That's a good slut. Get your tongue in there! Yes, perfect." He suddenly brought his hand down on Hermione's arse, making her flinch. "I'm fortunate that a couple of cheating sluts like you two wandered into my shop today." He sped up the pounding of his hips, making Hermione's face bump against the window and smear his cum against it even more.
"And you're both feeling pretty fortunate about it now too, aren't you?" he said, continuing to taunt them both. But it felt aimed more at Hermione now, since Ginny's obedience had already been pretty well established by this point. "Even if you feel guilty about cheating on your spouses, you know damn well that your bodies love what I'm doing. You know that your men could never fuck you like I am."
Hermione whined and closed her eyes, wishing she could deny what he was saying, wishing that she could pull herself out of all of this. But she couldn't. Even if she could suddenly grab her wand and apparate out of here immediately, there was no denying the truth in his words. He was indeed fucking her harder and better than Ron ever had, and that was a fact she was going to have to live with from now on no matter how far she tried to run. And she would also have to live with the humiliation of people walking down the street stopping to stare and laugh at her. She had worked so hard to create a life for herself, but she'd been reduced to nothing more than a slut who was cheating on the man she loved, getting fucked in a wedding dress by some arsehole for the amusement of anyone who happened to walk by.
Worst of all, of course, was how much her body liked it. She endured the humiliation and the guilt, but trying to ignore the ever-increasing pleasure from the big cock hitting so deep inside of her was a much greater challenge for her. However hard she might try to be sensible and firm, her body knew what it wanted and it did not care about all of the reasons she shouldn't find pleasure from this. This dominant man fucked her against the window for everyone to see, and Hermione whimpered and closed her eyes as she lost her hopeless fight and her body was rocked by an orgasm. She shook, and her head thumped against the window with her mouth open, making an even bigger spectacle of herself as she surrendered to the pleasure.
"I knew you'd get here eventually," he said smugly as he fucked her through her climax. "You came in here hoping to pick out a dress for what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. But what you found instead was what you really needed: a good hard fuck, and the biggest orgasm of your life." Both of those points were true, to Hermione's eternal shame. Even if she managed to put this day behind her and return to her old life with Ron (something that seemed less and less likely with each passing second), she was always going to remember how hard this man had made her cum on his cock.
He fucked her for a few more minutes before he pulled his cock out of her at last. She felt a modicum of relief that he hadn't cum inside of her, but that he chose to cum on the window instead probably made for a more entertaining visual for the crowd watching from outside the window. His fresh cum added to the considerable amount that had already been transferred from her face to the window as he fucked her, making for quite an obscene visual showcase of what he'd done to her throughout the day.
"Be a good slut and clean my window off," he said. "And use your tongue to do so, obviously." Hermione whimpered in distress, but he held her by the hair and gave her no choice in the matter. Numbly she stuck her tongue out and began to lick the window, cleaning up the smeared cum in a fashion that was far from efficient, but very effective in terms of embarrassing her. While she licked up the mess, she looked out the window and saw the large crowd laughing at her. Some of them were even recording it, and that gave Hermione a fresh problem to confront. These people knowing what they'd seen her do was bad enough, but with this video footage of it, it would live on forever.
She felt completely deflated as he pulled her away from the window, and she did not resist as he pushed her down to the ground and then pushed Ginny down on top of her. She did whine and shake her head feebly when he pulled her engagement ring off of her finger, but it was taken off all the same. Ginny, who had jumped into all of this head-first long ago, didn't complain at all when her own engagement ring was removed. She even helped him slip it off of her finger faster.
"You don't need these anymore," he said, putting the rings down on the counter. "By the time I'm done breaking you both in, there will be no weddings for either of you. Now let's see you two sluts snog."
Hermione opened her mouth to refuse, and to beg for him to give her the ring back. But she couldn't get a single syllable out before Ginny covered her mouth and kissed her hard. Hermione whined into her mouth, but Ginny insistently kissed her. The redhead moved her lips against hers with her usual boldness, and her tongue pushed its way into Hermione's mouth to claim it as her own. Ginny wasn't taking no for an answer.
There was soon a far greater concern for Hermione than her friend's forceful snogging, because she felt the man lift her dress up and press the head of his cock against her arse. She gasped against Ginny's lips and tried to shake her head, tried to push her off, tried to do anything to prevent this man from penetrating her arse. But Ginny's hands held the sides of her head, holding her in place for her continued kissed, and the quidditch player's body pinned her down with a frightening strength. There was nothing for Hermione to do, and no way to stop him from pushing forward and sticking his massive cock in the one hole he had yet to claim. It was the one hole no one had ever fucked, not even Ron. As bad as everything up to this point had been, giving up her anal virginity to this man felt like the ultimate form of unfaithfulness.
Hermione would have screamed had she been able, but all she could do was take the cock just as she was taking Ginny's heated kiss. She had expected anal sex to be a painful experience, which was one of several reasons she had refrained from doing so with Ron despite trusting him so much. And with a cock as large as this man's, that fear was even more prevalent. She wasn't wrong to feel that way, because having his huge cock pushing into her virgin arse was an unpleasant experience, at least at first. But to her shock, before long the pain started to recede into the background and was instead replaced by a surprising amount of pleasure. Being buggered so hard by such a big cock should not feel good at all, but there she was, warming up to the anal fucking despite her expectations.
Ginny had been kissing her hard and grinding her slim, sexy body against hers, which when combined with the buggering made it even harder for Hermione to keep her head straight. Dimly she realized that Hermione's grinding was motivated in part by her jealousy and her desire to receive the same thing Hermione was. Ginny had been well ahead of her in embracing all of this sinful pleasure, and she didn't care how much of a whore she was being in her desperation to let this man bugger her.
Hermione knew that Ginny too was an anal virgin, having confessed once when they were very drunk that it was the one thing she'd never tried. But Ginny was eager to change that now, and she got her wish soon enough. The man pulled his cock out of Hermione's arse and moved to bugger Ginny instead. Ginny moaned into Hermione's mouth and grinded on top of her even harder as she was introduced to anal sex, showing that she was pleased to have given this bastard the honor of being the first to bugger her.
As for Hermione, while she should have been relieved to no longer having his big cock in her arse, the truth was that she actually felt jealous. She was beyond the point of questioning the pleasure at this point. All her brain knew was that it wanted more of what it had just been receiving, and as nice as Ginny's body grinding against her was, what it really needed was a big cock back in her bum.
She got what she needed soon enough, because he pulled out of Ginny and returned his cock to Hermione's arse. He continued on in that fashion, moving back and forth between them every few minutes. He would treat Hermione or Ginny to a few minutes of an intense and demanding buggering, pushing his cock deep inside of their arses and teaching them to enjoy it, and then he would pull out and give the same to the other who had been impatiently waiting her turn. Something about the stop and start nature of what he was doing really got to Hermione. It made her mind even weaker and more defenseless against what was happening, because the periods without his cock in her arse only made her want it more.
Ginny's first orgasm of the session, and the way she all but stuck her tongue down Hermione's throat to express her happiness with said orgasm, did even more to challenge Hermione's feeble control. And when her own orgasm arrived a few minutes later, it brought with it a complete surrender from Hermione. She could no longer pretend that she wasn't having the greatest sexual experience of her life. Her marriage plans with Ron be damned; this was something beyond her wildest dreams or her filthiest fantasies, and she couldn't get enough of it.
How much of it she could get was actually put to the test, because he kept it up well beyond her orgasm. He kept moving back and forth, buggering her and Ginny both in turn and fucking several orgasms apiece out of them, and he did it all without even slowing down. The first sign of this not being a never-ending situation was when he speared his cock as deep inside of Ginny's arse as he could get it and came in her bowels. The redhead moaned into Hermione's mouth and humped her wildly, and Hermione felt a white-hot envy of her friend. She had fully given in to the madness and the pleasure by this point, and she wanted the same thing Ginny was now receiving. She wanted his cum in her arse.
She didn't have to wait long to get it, because after pulling his cock out of Ginny's arse he returned it to Hermione's. He stayed inside of her longer than he had at any one point since all of this began, but no matter how many times he thrust his dick into her Hermione just moaned into Ginny's mouth and silently pleaded with him to do even more.
Finally, she got what she wanted. He buried his cock fully inside of her arse and grunted, and Hermione felt the rush of cum pouring into her arse for the very first time. It was not something she'd ever given much thought to before now, but much like the buggering itself it was something she adapted to and welcomed very quickly. His seed filling her bowels was exciting enough to make Hermione cum one more time, moaning into Ginny's mouth as she did so.
"That was fun," he said, pulling his cock out of her arse once he was done. "I knew you two would make fine anal sluts." He took a step back after that, but Hermione craved more. She could see that same fire in Ginny's eyes, and suddenly her redheaded friend spun her body around so her crotch was now in Hermione's face while her own head was in a similar position between Hermione's legs.
Ginny did not go down on her, like Hermione initially expected her to. Instead she went lower and started to lick Hermione's arse instead. It was a wicked way for her to return the favor from earlier when Hermione had licked the cum out of her cunt, and Hermione groaned. It should have been more surprising to feel her friend's tongue in her arse, but with how completely Ginny had committed to her role of depraved slut this seemed perfectly in character. Ginny must have developed a taste for this while she was on her knees and rimming the seamstress during Hermione's humiliating shag against the window.
Hermione got over her surprise quickly. And beyond that, if there had been any lingering doubt about whether or not she had fully given in to all of this, she made her submission clear by dipping her own head and rimming Ginny's arse in turn.
The man laughed above them as he watched. "I knew you'd already seen the light, red," he said. "But I wasn't as sure about you yet, Hermione. I thought you might take a little bit more convincing, but obviously I was wrong. If you're both eating each others' arses out without me having to say a word, I think my work here is just about done. That means I can just sit back and enjoy watching you two sluts."
That's just what he did. He was right about them both. Ginny had assumed this position and started eating her arse without any sort of command or even hint from him, and Hermione had decided to return the favor without needing to be prodded into it at all. They continued to lick each other now while he said and did nothing to force them along. There were no demands made by him, and no hair pulling to tug them into the position he wanted them. The two friends just rimmed each other and reveled in everything they'd come to accept.
Now that she'd given in and stopped letting things like her engagement or her self-respect bother her, Hermione was riding a wave of the purest pleasure. Ginny's tongue wriggling around inside of her and exploring her arse was more exciting and erotic than it had any right to be, and Hermione wanted to make sure she gave just as good as she got. She threw all inhibitions and all hesitance aside and ate out Ginny's bum without shame. She pressed her face in tight and licked her with just as much attention as Ginny was paying her. Ginny had been the one to jump out ahead and accept her inner slut far faster than she had, but Hermione was doing her best to catch up now.
Ginny's tongue made Hermione hump her hips upwards mindlessly against her face as she came, squirting all over her friend's freckled cheeks. Hermione nearly forgot all about returning the favor as her climax threatened to drive her to distraction, but she gave herself a mental shake and remembered to keep her tongue moving in Ginny's arse.
It didn't take much more anyway, because Hermione's climax hadn't even reached its end yet when Ginny joined her. She grinded against Hermione's head and squirted on her face, and not for the first time that day. Hermione barely even blinked. Being squirted on or taking a thick load of semen across her face wasn't something to get worked up about at this point after all that she'd done. She just kept licking while her body slowly came down from its orgasmic high, doing her best to tend to Ginny until she'd cooled off as well.
**
Marcus the seamstress greeted Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger with enthusiastic applause when they finally got back on their feet. He clapped his hands and grinned at both of them.
"Well done, well done!" he said. "Thanks for the show, ladies. It was a perfect way to close out the day."
He watched as they shook themselves, and grinned to himself when they seemed to come out of the haze of pleasure enough to make a move to get dressed so they could leave. He wasn't worried to see that. On the contrary, it's just what he'd been waiting for. It would give him a chance to solidify his control over them once and for all.
"Are you girls forgetting something?" he asked. He picked up their engagement rings off of his countertop and held them out towards the girls in an open palm. "If you want to take these with you when you go, I won't stop you."
After a pause, both girls moved towards him and reached out as if to take the rings. Before they could actually grab them he closed his hand and spanked Ginny across her tight, athletic little arse with his free hand, making her jump and squeak. Then he reached over and did the same to Hermione, giving her a swat on her bigger, rounder bum.
"I'm going to open my other hand again, and you can take your rings and go if that's what you want to do," he said. "But if you do take them back, I'm done with both of you. I'll never touch either of you again." He slowly unfolded his fingers and held out the rings in his open palm again. "It's your choice."
The two girls shared a glance, communicating without words. They didn't leave him waiting for long on his answer, and it was the answer he'd expected to receive all along. He would admit to being a little bit surprised that Hermione actually rushed to submit to him first, and even more surprised that she showed her choice by going around behind him, dropping on her knees and starting to rim him.
Ginny actually looked a little bit envious that Hermione had beaten her to that coveted spot, but she didn't sit and cry about it. Instead she dropped down in front of him, took his cock between her lips and started to suck his cock. She was excellent at it, just as he'd known she'd be from the moment these two walked into his shop. He'd had a strong belief that Ginny would be an excellent cocksucker and an eager slut, and she'd proven him right. She'd jumped into all of this far faster than Hermione had, and she looked right at home sucking his cock. Some women had to be trained up to reach the level of proficiency Ginny had, but this slutty little redhead fucked her own face on his cock like her life depended on it. Her fiancée, whoever the fuck he was, had been lucky to have a horny slut like this in his bed. But his luck had turned, and she belonged to Marcus now.
Getting Hermione to this point had taken a little longer, but it was all the more rewarding for him now that they were here. She'd remained reluctant up through him fucking her against the window and making her lick up his cum, but now she was back there rimming his arse like a good little slut. He wondered if the man who would have been her husband had any clue what his woman was really like. Ginny's former man had to have at least some idea; such a natural slut couldn't really hide her nature. But Hermione had taken more work. It was quite possible that her man had assumed her to be a rather vanilla woman with plain tastes when it came to sex. If only he could see his woman now, tonguing another man's arse without even being told to do so!
Their fiancées would be in for a rude surprise and plenty of heartbreak when they were tossed in the rubbish by the women that had formerly been theirs, but they were hardly alone in that. While Ginny and Hermione used their mouths on him, Marcus opened a drawer at his desk. This wasn't a drawer that got used in the course of his actual day to day work, but it was arguably even more important to him.
Inside this drawer sat the sizeable and ever growing collection of discarded engagement rings. Every time he fucked a would-be bride away from her man, he added their rings to his collection. Hunters collected the heads of their kills and hung them on their walls, but Marcus was far prouder of his own collection of rings. They symbolized his successes, and he was proud to add two more to the collection.
He dropped the two new additions in amongst the rest, then closed the drawer and locked it back up. Neither of these women would ever see those rings again, and that wasn't going to bother them at all. Their men might feel differently, but they didn't matter. Their women had been conquered by a better man, and now that he'd claimed the expensive proof of his success, it was time for him to enjoy his two newest conquests.