StepMILF [Harry Potter] | 4 |

Harry sighed as he tossed his bag to the ground and looked around the familiar room. He was back in his normal room at the Leaky Cauldron. He wasn't sure when he'd be called in for another week with another family, but it would probably be fairly soon. Walking up to the full-length mirror in the corner, Harry pulled up his shirt and saw some angry-looking welts that were parting gifts from the sexy and psychotic Andromeda Tonks. Harry would tease Tonks about her mother's behavior, but he doubted that anyone would ever believe him.

His door opened and his bodyguard walked into the room. "Why didn't you wait for me, you git?" Tonks asked, carrying a hefty bag with two arms.

"You were taking too long," Harry answered, looking at the heavy bag. "What the hell's in that thing anyway?" Harry asked.

"Some clothes and necessities, and my potion supplies and an extra thick cauldron," Tonks replied, dropping the bag to the ground with a thunk. She breathed in deeply before flopping back onto the bed.

"Why do you need that stuff?" he asked, sitting down next to her resting form.

"I need some potions for work and stuff. You know … pain potions, Pepper-Ups, and whatnot. They're too expensive to buy with my salary, so I have to make them," Tonks explained.

Tonks would be staying in the same room with him the entire time that he was there. That night they shared a bed and he was smacked for getting too "handsy" as she described it. The following day, she came back to the room with some news.

"You'll be staying here for another couple of days. They're still arguing over who should get you next," Tonks told him, rolling her eyes at the ineptitude of the government. Harry shook his head and went to take a shower.

Once he got out of the shower, he noticed how hot it was in the room. Seeing Tonks brewing some potions certainly explained it. Smirking, Harry went to his bag and grabbed the tiny, pink piece of material that he had stored in there.

"Whew! Certainly is hot in here," he exclaimed, wiping his forehead with her pink panties.

"Yeah. I'll open a …" Tonks looked at him with wide eyes. She thought that she recognized those.

"Something wrong?" Harry smirked, still dabbing the sweat from his face with her unmentionables.

"Are those what I think they are?" she asked.

"You tell me, Tonkie-Poo." Harry unfolded them and held them up for her to see. They had the words "Bad Bitch" printed on the front of the tiny, pink triangle of material. Tonks's eye twitched when she read the words.

The pained screams of a young man echoing throughout the hall had people banging on the room door to make sure that no one was being murdered in there.

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The following day, Harry was once again taking a shower and washing his messy, black hair. Tonks had to run errands and told him that she was going to be gone until near dinner time. Since it wasn't even midday yet, Harry didn't expect anyone to be in his hotel room.

Little did he know that one of Tonks's friends had invited herself in and was waiting for the young Auror. Walking out of the bathroom while running a towel through his hair, he never expected to hear the squeak of an embarrassed female. Assuming it was Tonks, Harry decided to tease her.

"What's wrong? Never seen one this big before?" he chuckled and twisted his hips from side to side. His long, semi-erect cock repeatedly slapped against his thighs. Pulling the towel off of his head, he was suddenly staring at a young, pretty, brunette, pale-skinned girl who was looking back at him with shock. Looking down at his exposed cock, Harry shrieked and used his towel to cover up his junk.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" Harry exclaimed. The woman had pink cheeks as she continuously took peeks at his groin area.

"Umm … I'm Hestia Jones, a friend of Tonks. She told me that she was going to be staying here for a few days and I came by to see if she wanted to hang out," she explained.

Harry's cheeks were a bit pink with embarrassment as he answered. "She is staying here, but she'll be out until later tonight. Sorry about the nakedness. I was just trying to mess with Tonks."

Hestia cleared her throat. "Well … that's alright. And just so you know, I haven't seen one that big before," she teased, still staring at his towel-covered groin. Harry smiled and let his towel drop to the floor.

"Really?" he asked. "A pretty girl like you?"

Hestia swallowed as he came closer. She felt his hand touch hers and her heart jumped from nervousness. He moved her hand until it was pressed against his inflating cock. Hestia gasped as her hand encircled his throbbing erection. Hestia shook her head.

"That's a shame," he said, grabbing her hand and moving it. By doing so, he made her begin jacking him off. Removing his hand from hers, she continued to stroke his long, warm cock. "But now that you've seen me, I think that it's only fair if I get to see you," Harry added as he began unbuttoning her robe.

Hestia's cheeks were pink as her robe dropped to the ground. Underneath, she was wearing a semi-sexy set of bra and panties. Cream-colored and lacy, the bottoms covered her full and only hid about half of her ass. The bra did a nice job holding up her pillowy tits and even created a very sexy valley between them. She squeaked when Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her. Placing her down on the bed, she breathed heavily as he slowly pulled off her shoes and socks. Now barefoot, he next moved onto her panties. Spreading her legs apart, he leaned between them and kissed the little wet spot that was forming. Hestia gasped and arched her back.

In truth, it had been a while since she had gotten any action. Because of that, she was so worked up that she was already in danger of cumming. The fact that Harry was rubbing his face against her wet panties and that his nose kept bumping into her fabric-covered clit wasn't helping. His lips were peppering her tight body with kisses as he worked his way up her torso. She giggled a bit when his warm breath tickled her sensitive belly button, and she gasped when his lips explored her hips before moving up her ribs. Remembering that her bra had a front clasp, she popped it open and let the two sides fall away. Harry's eyes were glued to her lovely breasts as her breathing intensified. Steadily, her chest rose and fell faster the harder that she breathed. Her little, pink nipples were as hard as rocks, and Hestia could barely contain herself when his head lowered and he kissed one of her hard pebbles.

She moaned loudly and bowed her back, stuffing more of her breast into his mouth. Hestia couldn't believe that she had come over hoping to hang out with her friend, and instead, she was nearly naked while Harry Potter of all people was sucking on her breast. Her hand threaded through the hair on the back of his head as she pulled his face harder against her tit. One of his hands was groping and squeezing her free breasts, and her body would shiver every time that his fingers grazed over her crinkled nipple. Letting her tit go with a wet pop, he quickly kissed her other hard nipple before going back down her body. When his lips reached her lower belly, he stopped. Hestia heard him inhale deeply and blushed furiously. His moan told her that he liked her scent, which gave her a bit more confidence. When his hands reached under her and gripped the waistband of her panties, she helped him by lifting her ass and allowing him to slide them off of her. Lifting her legs, she watched as her panties slowly rose her legs before being pulled off of her dainty feet. She was about to spread her legs when he grabbed her ankles.

Harry crossed her ankles and held them together. "Keep them like that," he told her. Blushing, she nodded and kept her legs crossed and up in the air as he let them go. His head suddenly dipped down, and she gasped as she felt his warm breath on her very wet genitals.

Harry kissed and nipped at the back of her smooth thighs as he enjoyed the scent of her wet pussy. He could see the moisture coating her pale, hairless skin as her body trembled. Gripping her thighs, he pressed his face against her naked pussy and began licking the wetness clinging to her soft petals.

Hestia wiggled against the soft sheets as she moaned loudly. Her ragged breathing along with the wet slurping of Harry pleasuring her were the only sounds in the room. She could feel his tongue slipping up and down her outer lips before dipping in and tasting her insides. Soon after, his tongue began massaging her hard, engorged clit.

"Harry!" she squeaked as her body bucked. Unable to stop herself, she spread her legs wide and placed her hand on the back of his head. Hestia began grinding her wet cunt all over his face while her body was being rocked by multiple mini-orgasms. Suddenly, Harry had settled between her legs and hooked one arm around one of her legs. Tossing it over his shoulder, he placed his hand on her other knee and pushed her leg apart. She was now spread out and ready for him. His monstrous cock was resting on her bald mound before he took it in hand and rubbed it up and down her naked slit.

Harry smiled when she squealed loudly as the head of his cock mashed into her sensitive clit. Pressing it hard against her throbbing clit, Harry rapidly rubbed the underside of his head against it making her cry out and arch her back. Giving her breast another squeeze, he took pity on her and moved her hand out of the way. She had been desperately trying to put his cock inside of her. Slapping his cock against her wet, naked cunt, he placed the tip against her slit and pushed his hips forward.

He groaned loudly as his hard cock was enveloped by her wet tightness. Her walls felt as if they were made of silk as she fluttered against him. Giving a few thrusts to test how tight she was, he found that her pussy felt as if it were made for him. Holding the leg that was over his shoulder, Harry began fucking her faster and faster until she was moaning while her beautiful breasts were bouncing and flopping around under his assault.

Hestia chittered and mewled whorishly as her pussy was tightly gripping the invading cock that was repeatedly bumping into her g-spot. The level of wetness that her body was producing was getting out of control. The sloppy wet schlicking sounds that her pussy was making were beginning to get embarrassing. She could smell her arousal filling the small room, and she could even feel beads of her lubricant rolling down between her cheeks and pooling around her virgin asshole. The sensation on her untouched hole was adding to the naughtiness of the situation. She saw him looking directly at her, so she reached up and grabbed her tits. Her feminine hands began squeezing and kneading the lovely flesh while he watched on. Then, out of nowhere, he reached down and placed his hand on her shaved mound. His thumb reached out and began rubbing circles over her hard clit.

She couldn't help herself and cried out as a massive orgasm was ripped from her young, fertile body. Just then, the door to the room opened.

"Hey, Harry! I brought lunch and …" Tonks stopped short when Hestia screamed. She saw Harry smiling at her from between her friend's legs. Hestia cried out and Tonks saw a torrent of pussy juice spray from between her legs and hit Harry in the chest.

"Tonks! I …" Hestia tried to explain but was stopped by her pussy shooting more fluid at Harry. Her body was thrashing and bucking as her toes curled and her pussy milked his cock. She cried out pitifully when she felt a thick warm load begin to coat her insides. Meanwhile, Harry's thumb was still massaging her clit as her pussy was contracting violently around his thick cock.

Finally, Hestia became too light-headed from the pleasure and all the screaming and passed out. Harry pulled out of her and stood up. His back was straight as was his cock while it dripped the juices of his most recent conquest. Tonks saw that he was extremely proud of what he had done. She eyed his big, fat cock and the stupid smile on his face. When he saw her eye twitch once again, he gulped.

Soon after, the same residents had to see if Harry had survived the most recent onslaught of violence directed at him by the sexy, young Metamorphmagus when his yells of pain had gotten too loud.