The crowd thinned quickly once the meeting time was settled for weekend evenings. As the last few members filed out . Gilderoy, his mischievous grin widening, turned to Amelia. "Amy, What would happen if a member revealed the existence of this little gathering, or what goes on behind closed doors?" His tone laced with curiosity and a hint of mischief.
Amelia's smirk grew, her eyes gleaming with wicked intent.
"I will be notified and they would endure a day of constant, unbearable flatulence," she declared, her voice dripping with venomous humor.
His eyes widened, a mix of shock and secret delight flickering across his face. "I had no idea you harboured such ruthlessness, Amy."
"It seems you require a stern lesson," his tone suddenly shifted, taking on an authoritarian edge.
Gilderoy sat on a plush sofa given by the room, patting his lap for Amelia to approach.
She complied, moving to stand before him.
"But I haven't done anything wrong, Professor," She protested meekly, though her eyes held a different challenge.
She bent over his lap, presenting her backside and looking over her shoulder with a feigned innocence.
Thwack.
His hand cracked through the air, connecting with a resounding slap against her rear. She yelped, but a soft moan escaped her lips as she pushed her hips back toward him.
"You clearly need to be taught," Gilderoy growled, raising his hand once more.
Thwack.
The second slap echoed through the room, making Amelia's cheeks flush with a mix of shame and arousal. Her body quivered under his hand.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
"Ah," she gasped, her voice thick with need. "They deserve it, sir."
Gilderoy paused, frowning at her impertinence before delivering another stinging slap.
"Strip," he commanded. "It seems you haven't learned yet."
Amelia stood, biting her lip as she removed her robes over her head slowly, revealing that she hadn't worn anything underneath. Lockhart's jaw dropped, his eyes riveted to her body.
"Miss Bones, you were wearing nothing under those robes as well? You're far naughtier than I initially thought. You really do need more punishment."
"Now, lay across my lap. We'll finish this lesson."
Amelia complied, presenting her slightly reddened ass once more. Gilderoy's hand fell again, the blows punctuating the air as Amelia's moans filled the room.
Thwack.
Thwack.
"Sorry, sir," she gasped. "Perhaps I was too harsh." Her words dissolved into a sharp cry as his hand connected once more.
Amelia's body stilled for a second and then shuddered, her orgasm suddenly cresting as she held onto the sofa as her orgasm washed away.
His hands grazed her reddened skin, making her flinch and tingle. His fingers roamed from her warm cheeks to her slickness. "Looks like my punishment was more of a gift for you than a deterrent." He scooped up her wetness on his finger and showed it to her before licking the finger clean.
Gilderoy stood and knelt behind her, lapping at her heated skin using his tongue, making her shudder.
Slowly he worked his way inward until his mouth found her dripping core.
His tongue delved deep, and Amelia moaned, her hips pushing back against his face. She reached back, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. His hands massaged her sore cheeks as he worked, drawing out her pleasure until her body began to strain again.
"Ah, ahhh! Ah, ahhh! Ah, ahhh!" she cried out, her second climax crashing over her as she rode his face.
Lockhart licked her clean, his hunger not yet satisfied. Amelia turned, pulling him up onto the sofa with her. Her hands went to his robes, stripping them off with urgent efficiency to reveal his own nudity.
He gestured to her breasts. "Could you use them? Put me in between."
Amelia nodded. It was request she never heard nor read, but she knelt before him tentatively positioned his hard cock between her cleavage.
"Could you move up and down?"
She began to move, her breasts enveloping his shaft as she used her tongue to tease the head, gazing up at Gilderoy with desire-laden eyes, intent on bringing him to climax.
As she intensified her rhythm, he teetered on the brink, his release imminent.
"That's it, Amy, just like that," he panted, his fingers groping her large breasts.
With a final, deep thrust of her breasts, Gilderoy erupted, painting her tits with his thick seed.
Seeing his release spilling over, Amelia quickly took him into her mouth, sucking down every pulse of his climax. His eyes fluttered shut in satisfaction.
To her shock, Gilderoy's cock twitched back to life, hardening once more in her mouth. "It's because of you, Amy," he murmured. "I can't get enough of you."
Amelia pleased by the praise, took him back into her mouth, her tongue and lips working in tandem to drive him toward another peak. His moans filled the room as she deepened her intensity, desperate to bring him over the edge again.
After several minutes, he felt his release approaching once more. With a final effort, Amelia took him as deep as possible, her throat working to accommodate his girth.
Gilderoy's climax hit hard, his cock pulsing as he unloaded into her mouth, his load so copious that some escaped to drool down her chin before she gulped it back.
Amelia collapsed beside him on the sofa tired, her jaw aching from the thorough service she'd provided.
She glanced down at his still obvious hardness, then at the self-satisfied look on his face. A cold realization hit her: her body simply couldn't match his relentless stamina. She was spent, but he clearly wasn't.
A strange, unwelcome thought drifted into her mind—a fantasy of another girl joining her.
The image was both tempting and terrifying. A wave of insecurity washed over her. Would she be able to share him like that, without jealousy poisoning everything?
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