Angelina Weasley

Angelina Weasley was already a bit stressed when Harry Potter stepped through the door of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. His sudden presence in her husband's shop did not help, given she knew exactly why he was here. While the beautiful dark skinned woman didn't exactly expect Harry to blow a gasket when she told him the bad news, Angelina was still ashamed to tell it.

As the smiling dark haired man approached, Angelina glanced around the shop, making sure that no one was in it and flicking out her wand to lock up the front doors and flip the OPEN sign to CLOSED. Harry noticed of course and raised an inquisitive brow at her actions, looking around the empty shop as well and then at the locked doors before turning back to her.

"I'm just here to collect my monthly share Angelina. There's no need to close up on my account, this usually just takes a moment of George's time and then I'm on my way. Where is your husband, if you don't mind me asking?"

Blushing just a bit, the former Chaser bit her lower lip and ultimately let her shoulders slump.

"Sorry Harry… George is out right now. He told me he was going to be experimenting with some new products for the shop, things that he couldn't exactly test out in the back room. Either way though… we're a little short this month thanks to those same experiments. George has been spending a bit more than we've been making, so I don't have your galleons for you right now."

Harry was quiet for a long moment and Angelina found herself wringing her hands a bit in worry at that, her usually plump and full lips pressed tightly together in a thin line as she waited for his response, hoping that he wasn't having a bad day or anything like that. When she finally chanced a glance up at him, it was to see a smile on his face that both relieved her and… aroused her?

Angelina had NEVER strayed from her husband, not even once in their many years of marriage. She'd been faithful and while she along with Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell had done their fair share of teasing of Harry back when he was the youngest Seeker in Hogwarts history, she'd never truly saw him in such a light before. But suddenly, one smile and Angelina's panties were getting wet. She didn't understand it, but then Harry spoke and Angelina was relieved when his response was reasonable and kind.

"That's perfectly fine Angelina. I'll tell you what; I'll call it even in exchange for some of the shop's merchandise."

Letting out a breath that she hadn't even known she was holding in, the ebony beauty gave Harry her most thankful smile, nodding easily in agreement.

"That's perfect Harry and I imagine George would definitely agree with me so just go right on ahead. I'll tell him how gracious you were when he gets back."

The smile on Harry's face isn't quite so kind for a moment. Perhaps Angelina is imagining things, but she could swear she saw the Head Auror look downright roguish for a brief second before he turned away from her and meandered out into the aisles of the shop. Shaking her head, Angelina frowned but put it out of her mind and she did the same with the feelings that look had invoked as well, ignoring her arousal in favor of opening the shop back up.

Within moments a customer had walked in and Angelina gave them a polite nod and smile that they returned as she stayed behind the counter. Her eyes drifted between Harry and the customer, until eventually the customer had what he wanted and headed up to the front to pay her. As she was ringing up, Angelina looked up to find Harry again, only to discover that the man had vanished at some point while she wasn't looking at him.

Furrowing her brow in confusion, the dark skinned witch kept looking around the shop as she absently tallied the customer's purchases with her wand, but no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't find the Head Auror anywhere. Angelina had no idea where Harry had gone, until she suddenly felt a stiff breeze against her abruptly naked legs and crotch as he disappeared her jeans under the store counter. Her eyes widened and then she heard Harry's voice in her ear.

"It seems I've found the merchandise I want. Be a dear and hold still for me."

And then his hands were on her ass and cunt and it was all Angelina could do to stay still as instructed. Her eyes went wide and her cute pouty lips parted as the slightly older witch tried to keep her calm. Harry Potter was on his knees behind her under his Invisibility Cloak and he was molesting her. How the hell was she supposed to react to something like this?

Not only was Harry her husband's biggest investor, a man who could lay claim ownership to half of the shop if he so chose, he was also the Head Auror of all Wizarding Britain, the chief law enforcement official in the land. And on top of that, he was the Savior of Wizarding Britain as well, the twice over defeater of You-Know-Who. A conversation Angelina had had with Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet a little while after the war ended came to mind. They'd been drunk and more than that they'd mostly been joking, but all three witches had agreed that if Harry ever came asking, it was pretty much their duty to spread their legs for the Man-Who-Won, their little nickname for him.

Not only was Angelina frozen with indecision by everything Harry was, she was also feeling far more pleasure from his current actions than she really wanted to. She-

"Excuse me? Mrs. Weasley?"

Angelina's eyes widened dramatically as she realized the customer was still there, still waiting for her to finish tallying up all he owed. Blushing furiously, the dark skinned beauty started slowly checking over each item he'd chosen again, though now she was moving much slower. Harry's fingers were gripping down roughly on her poor firm rump, but even worse than that, he was rubbing his thumb down on her clit while sliding two of his digits up and down her sopping wet slit.

The witch was quickly losing control and she was really starting to regret wearing a low cut shirt for the day. Angelina always wore a low cut shirt to work, finding that it increased their profits by a good percentage value when she did so, but today had seemed a little hot and so she'd ultimately decided to go braless as well.

That was proving to be a huge mistake now, because Harry's ministrations were starting to make her perspire as she grew more and more flustered. Her nipples were hardening and poking through her low cut shirt, which was steadily getting more and more soaked as her chest began to heave from the exertion of trying to keep herself from losing her mind. She knew by the blush on the wizard's face that she was giving her current customer quite the eyeful, but Angelina didn't care, simply continuing to tally up his purchases until she finally knew how much she owed.

Of course, that was the moment Harry slid his face between her legs, burying his nose between her chocolate colored ass cheeks and sticking his tongue right inside of her cunt. The dark skinned witch let out a shout as her legs gave out on her and she had to fall forward onto the counter just to stay upright. Her large breasts smacked down on said counter and now the customer was getting a look straight down her top as he looked on in a mixture of concern and arousal.

"M-Mrs. Weasley… are you okay?!"

Angelina could only see one way to fix things at this point. She did not want this man sticking around any longer than necessary, for a number of very good reasons. She couldn't have him thinking she was trying to seduce him or anything like that and in Angelina's fevered mind, there seemed to really be only one other option. Grinning up at the customer sultrily, Angelina spoke in a breathless tone as she pulled a display over with one hand while using the other to hold herself in place.

"I was hoping, hah… that I could, mm, convince you to, oh Merlin, to buy some more of our wonderful wizardly wheezes…"

She was almost eye level with the customer's crotch right now and a glance told her that he was definitely sporting a hard on by this point, a very noticeable bulge in his trousers. Biting her lower lip, she looked up in time to see him grab some of the stuff with a hasty nod and a blush that was probably even deeper than hers at this point.

Knowing she was approaching a swift orgasm from Harry's shockingly skilled tongue, Angelina did her best to tally everything up, giving the man his total and then taking the coinage from him and waving him off with a limp hand. Harry's skill at cunnilingus made Angelina think about that past drunken conversation between her and the other two Chasers again.

"Is it wrong that when I heard Harry was a parseltongue back in his second year, my first thought was totally whether that translated into some extra skill in bed?"

"Yes, because he was only a second year… now though, mm, I'd love for that gorgeous hunk of man meat to give ME a parseltonguing~"

Angelina remembered blushing at Alicia's comment at the time, but now that it was actually happening to her, the phrasing felt oh so very appropriate. A parseltonguing was EXACTLY what she was experiencing at the moment. With the customer finally gone, Angelina gave into the pleasure, feeling the orgasm she'd been holding back up until now finally approaching.

Of course, that was the moment Harry suddenly pulled back. Eyes wide, Angelina looked back over her shoulder, barely able to make out the displaced air that was the Head Auror hiding beneath his Invisibility Cloak. Then, his hand which was not so hidden came down on her bare naked black ass and Angelina squealed at the sudden sensation.

"That was for being a naughty, naughty girl. Using your looks to sell more products? Shame on you Angelina, shame on you. Now, close up the shop for me will you?"

Angelina could only nod sheepishly. She was way too far gone at this point to say no or to resist the handsome powerful wizard's advances. All she wanted was more of what he had to offer. Still, when she reached for her wand where it lay off to the side of the counter, Harry's hand lashed out and caught her wrist. A moment later, she felt his hot breath on her ear as he spoke.

"No, not with magic. I want you to go lock up the shop with your own two hands, as you are right now."

The dark skinned witch blushed deeply at that but when Harry released her wrist and stepped back to give her room, she did it all the same, stepping out from around the counter with her dripping wet pussy lips and toned black buttocks on full display. Walking over to the doors almost shamefully, she reached them only to get the shock of her life when she looked outside and saw a customer about to open the door.

Their eyes met and then his trailed down her body as he looked at her in utter surprise. Mortified and embarrassed and ashamed, Angelina very quickly locked the door and flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED once more before hastily retreating from the glass front doors, first giving him a great view of her incredibly aroused cunt and then the equally amazing sight of her glistening dusky ass as she fled back into the store to the counter.

For whatever reason, Angelina found herself back behind the counter rather than anywhere else, facing away from where she suspected Harry was still stood under his Invisibility Cloak. Biting her lower lip, she placed her hands on the shop counter in front of her and tried to comprehend what she'd just done, a mixture of shocked and aroused still over her own exhibitionism.

Hopefully the wizard would just assume it was her and George playing around a bit. There was no reason that he should think it was anything else right? It wa- Angelina's eyes widened as Harry broke her from her train of thought with a firm spanking across her toned ass. That was the tipping point for some reason and she came so hard that she fell away from the counter and onto her knees, orgasming on the spot even as she saw Harry finally pull his Invisibility Cloak off of his body.

His entirely naked and incredibly gorgeous body. Angelina turned to stare at his majestic form with wide eyes, beyond shocked. Of course, most of her focus was on his massive dick, which as it turned out, was coming right towards her. In her stunned state, Angelina offered up no resistance as Harry grabbed hold of her ponytail and unceremoniously shoved his dick right into her mouth.

The dark skinned witch's pouty lips stretched wide around Harry's girth as he rammed it right down her throat. Angelina tried to let out a moan, tried to run her tongue along his length and give him an actual blowjob, but Harry wasn't having any of it. With his grip on her ponytail, there was nothing Angelina could do but take it as he dominated her mouth with his massive member. In and out of her face hole he went, forcing his shaft down her throat and choking and gagging her on his length.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Angelina's makeup and eyeshadow began to run almost immediately as tears formed in the corners of her eyes and began to track through it. At the same time, she was producing a rather large amount of slobber which was swiftly dribbling down her chin and onto her half-exposed chest. Her saliva mixed with Harry's precum was dripping down into her cleavage and all Angelina could do was grab onto his legs and try to hold out for the entire ride.

That was rather hard when a lack of air was becoming a serious problem though. Harry was getting so deep inside of her esophagus with his thrusts now that she was routinely finding her nose buried in his pubic hair and his balls were constantly smacking against her slobber-covered chin. His furious throat fucking was leaving her just barely on the right side of conscious but as time went on Angelina could see black encroaching on her vision as she began to pass out from a lack of air.

Her hands fell away from Harry's legs and swung with her arms at her sides as she began to go limp. Her eyelashes fluttered desperately to stay open, but ultimately began to shut as her eyes rolled back in her head. Right on the edge of unconsciousness, Angelina was brought back to full awareness when Harry let out a shout and then began to cum.

The oxygen-deprived dark skinned witch was in no way ready for Harry's massive cum shot. She belatedly tried to swallow as much as she could, but ultimately ended up choking on it just like she'd choked on his huge throbbing shaft. In the end, once her mouth was filled with white hot seed, it ended up coming out of her nostrils and then spilling out all over her face when he finally pulled his cock free of her throat and released the last of his cum across her features.

Angelina was ruined, doubling over and coughing up cum as she struggled to breathe. But at the same time, the dark skinned witch had never been more aroused. It was shameful and embarrassing, but there was nothing more she wanted in that moment then for Harry to fuck her right there in the shop that her husband loved so much. She was a scarlet woman, a whore, and it made her all the wetter to degrade herself in her mind.

The mewling shopkeep's inner thoughts and unspoken wishes were granted a moment later when Harry used his hold on her ponytail to drag her to her feet. Angelina cried out briefly at the pull on her scalp and then the breath was knocked out of her lungs as Harry forced her to bend over the shop counter. As he held her in place with the one hand around the base of her ponytail, the other came down on her naked ass and Harry began to spank her right there in the shop, back and forth across her firm, toned black butt cheeks.

Angelina was proud of how fit she'd managed to stay even after leaving school. She and George still played pickup games of Quidditch with other former classmates on the regular, even at their age. It meant she still had her athletic form from back when she was a Chaser, even after having Roxanne. Harry certainly seemed to appreciate it as well as he went from spanking her dark skinned butt crimson to kneading and groping her tightly packed ass flesh.

A moan left Angelina's mouth as she clawed at the wood counter beneath her, creating scratch marks in its surface.

"H-Harry… p-please…"

The wizard stopped and she had to stifle another moan that threatened to escape her throat, this time of dejection as he leaned over her and murmured in her ear.

"Please what Angelina? Please… stop?"

Not in a million years! The dark skinned beauty frantically shook her head back and forth at the very suggestion.

"N-No! Please don't stop. Just… please stop t-teasing me?"

That got a deep chuckle from the man with his hands on her ass. The man who was in no way her husband, but that Angelina was letting play with her half-naked body all the same.

"And what shall I do with you, if I'm not going to tease you anymore?"

Angelina bit her lower lip, the first answer that came to mind sounding oh so naughty in her head. She couldn't just say THAT could she? But perhaps she could… perhaps she needed to. Parting her pouty lips, the dark skinned witch let loose the sole word that had first entered her thoughts, her tone breathless and her chest heaving in badly contained desire as she did so.

"… Anything…"

That startled a laugh out of the man, and then his hands were off her ass and curling around her front as he grabbed her sweaty low cut top and in a surprising show of strength, abruptly tore it apart down the middle. Angelina let out a yelp as Harry exposed her large breasts, the one part of her body she couldn't exactly keep toned and lean. When she'd gotten pregnant with Roxanne, her tits had practically ballooned to where they were now.

It wasn't anything obscene in the chest department and Angelina had seen plenty bigger, but the dark skinned Chaser had lived much of her life up until that point with a relatively flat chest by comparison. After she'd given birth to Roxanne and eventually weened her baby off breast feeding, she'd expected her tits to go down, only to find out they were now permanently that size. As such, it wasn't completely unexpected that she'd taken to calling them her udders, the one part of her body she really didn't like.

But George liked them quite a bit in their new size and so it seemed did Harry. Angelina found herself appreciating her pregnancy-tits for the first time since Roxanne had been born as Harry practically mauled them, grabbing and groping her mammaries in his fingers in the same way he had with her ass. This time her sensitive black flesh was much more pliant in his grasp though and Angelina could tell Harry was enjoying himself as he kneaded her breasts to his heart's content.

As lost in that as she was, it actually took the dark skinned witch a moment to realize his cock was rubbing at her pussy from behind. Angelina's eyes widened as she felt Harry's bellend press into her entrance and she eagerly wiggled her hips back towards him, hoping to get more of him inside of her as quickly as possible. Of course, the beautiful woman was not expecting Harry to just thrust forward, a brutal move that buried over half of his cock inside of her needy pussy in one go.

Angelina's eyes widened and then rolled back in her head as she came on the spot once more, her body already primed from all of Harry's teasing. She cried out happily, her hips bouncing back against his cock and the rest of her frame spasming and shaking under him. Harry grunted and tightened his hold on her jiggling tits, using that grasp to keep himself steady behind her as he rode her like a bucking bronco.

Eventually Angelina calmed down, but Harry didn't slow his pace, railing her from behind with all the considerable force he could muster. In no time at all, she was cumming yet again, whining as she looked back at Harry, completely in awe of just how manly the wizard was, as Harry's powerful magic influenced her mind just like it had him and all the rest of the ladies he'd been fucking in the past few months.

The dark skinned witch was no more a match for that influence than anyone else had proven to be and in the end she was as ready to declare her devotion and adoration to Harry and his cock as all the rest of his inadvertent harem, and he hadn't even cum inside of her yet! Angelina was very interested in changing that. Using her control over her pussy muscles, the beautiful woman did her best to clench down all along Harry's thrusting shaft, biting her lower lip in concentration as she worked to milk his release from him.

It was a long held secret amongst the female Gryffindor Chasers, but if one were to place their broom up under their robes and right against their pussy lips, it allowed one to make faster turns and more dangerous maneuvers. Katie had always been too chicken to try it but Alicia and Angelina had both used it to great effect back in their Hogwarts days.

That had led to some control over the inner walls of her cunt as well as her pussy lips as Angelina had long since learned how to tighten down on a broom shaft. Tightening down around Harry's pistoning cock was not really much different and she gained a satisfied look on her face when the slightly younger wizard suddenly let out a shout and pushed up against her cervix, beginning to fill her womb with his cum.

Angelina shuddered at the feeling of his seed inside of her, of his virile cum painting her insides white. And then she thought about getting pregnant with his child and went right over the edge into another orgasm, crying out as this one hit her rather explosively out of left field. By the time Harry pulled out of her well-fucked pussy, Angelina was slightly delirious, her eyes heavily lidded as she fell forward onto the counter once more, Harry finally letting go of her exposed tits.

Her breasts, rubbed red by Harry's molesting fingers and her nipples, completely hard and slightly elongated from all of Harry's pinching and pulling, rubbed against the wooden counter as she moaned happily, the friction against her sensitive mammaries feeling like getting a particularly troublesome itch scratched to the dark skinned witch.

Then Harry's hands were back on her ass. This time though, the Head Auror only groped her chocolate colored buttocks for a brief second before moving onto what he was really there for. Angelina's eyes shot open as she felt him spreading her butt cheeks wide and she looked back over her shoulder to see Harry angling his cock towards her tight virgin sphincter.

"W-wait! George and I… we've never done it back there before…"

Harry looks legitimately surprised at that as he stops what he's doing and looks at her.

"Truly? I would have assumed that out of everyone, you two would have experimented. Both you and George have always struck me as kinky…"

Angelina flushed as she thought of all the bondage and roleplay sessions she'd had over the years with her husband. The truth was, they WERE both pretty kinky, but Angelina had always been afraid of anal. She said as much to Harry, hoping he'd understand.

"I-I wouldn't let him… I don't do anal Harry."

Rather than smiling genially and backing off as she hoped, Harry simply lifted an eyebrow and brought one of his hands up and then down across her firm backside, drawing a sharp gasp from Angelina's mouth.

"It's cute that you think you get a say Angelina. But I think it's about time I correct that presumption. Still, it's good to know you're a virgin with this hole. I'll take things a bit more slowly."

Angelina whimpered as he pulled his messy cock back and instead brought his pinky down between her butt cheeks instead. A moment later, he was wiggling the tip of his smallest finger up against her tight back door. The dark skinned witch closed her eyes, trying to ignore the discomfort of what Harry was putting her through. She really had been dumb to think she could tell him no, hadn't she? This was Harry Potter after all. It had been foolish of her to try and deny him anything.

A whine still left her throat though as Harry worked his pinkie all the way up to the second knuckle before suddenly withdrawing it. A moment later, instead of replacing it with a slightly larger digit, Angelina felt the tip of a wand instead. Her eyes widened as she looked back and saw Harry bringing his Holly wand to bear on her sphincter.

"W-what are you doing Harry?! Are you TRYING to blow my ass clean off?!"

The Head Auror just rolled his eyes at her before beginning to cast cleaning charms on her poor asshole. Angelina let out a yelp as cold water cleaned out and loosened her bowels and she shivered as Harry disappeared the mess before it could ruin the mood. Then, without warning, he stuck his index and middle fingers right up her asshole and Angelina let out a squeal as he began to finger her tight back door right on the spot.

Only, it didn't hurt. Angelina was left panting heavily and feeling filled by the two digits pistoning in and out of her butt, but there was no discomfort or pain. Instead she just felt strange, her brow furrowing in confusion as she tried to make sense of the sensations Harry was forcing on her. In the end, when he made it three fingers, she let out a surprised moan and then found herself right back in the same boat as before. Angelina started humping her hips back towards his questing fingers and clawing at the counter beneath her as she rubbed her tits back and forth against it.

When Harry finally pulled his digits out of her asshole, Angelina was actually a bit disappointed at the loss. That is, until she felt his massive member's cockhead pressing against her sphincter from behind. The dark skinned witch's confused whine at the absence of his fingers not-so-smoothly transitioned into a short shriek at the sudden intrusion of his huge prick inside of her until then virginal asshole.

Angelina's eyes went even wider than before and she stopped scratching at the wood counter, instead simply clutching onto the opposite edge of the thing for dear life as Harry fed inch after inch of his huge schlong into her back door. His cock slowly but surely disappeared past her firm toned backside, until finally Angelina felt his crotch pressed up against her ass and knew that somehow, Harry had managed to get all of that amazing shaft inside of her.

Panting heavily through her cute pouty lips, Angelina looked back over her shoulder at where they were joined, trying to make sense of what she was feeling and what she was seeing.

"H-Harry… you're so b-big…"

Reaching out, Harry grabbed hold of her ponytail and pulled her head around, giving her a deep, searing, passion-filled kiss before leaning back and smirking at her.

"You can call me Master now slut. I've been in all three of your holes at this point. There's no going back now is there?"

Angelina blushed scarlet at that. The truth was, she'd never been submissive for any man before. It was HER who had tied up George when they played around and dabbled with bondage. Yet, Harry almost definitely brought out a submissive side of her that Angelina hadn't known existed. She couldn't stop herself from doing as he said, obeying him. She couldn't help her growing feelings for the charismatic wizard.

Biting her lower lip and ducking her head, the beautiful witch spoke in a soft submissive tone.

"Please Master… won't you fuck this pathetic slut's ass?"

When she glanced back up to see his reaction, she was a literal thrilled by the surprised but also pleased look on Harry's face. The surprise quickly disappeared and the pleased look took over entirely as he leaned forward and kissed her again, his hands sliding down her body to her hips. Leaning back only half an inch, Harry's mouth was oh so close to hers when he gave her his response in an equally soft tone that still somehow managed to be the farthest thing from submissive in Angelina's mind.

"It would be my pleasure."

And then he was fucking her ass. It was nothing like his fingers had been. Even three digits up to the base inside of her couldn't compare to this. His massive member pulled out and then pushed in as he slowly picked up the pace. Each time he thrust into her felt like the first time, each time he pulled out of her left her feeling empty and in need of his cock once more. Luckily, she very swiftly got it again and soon enough he was pounding away at her tight little butthole so hard and so fast that Angelina couldn't even tell when he was inside of her and when he wasn't.

Moaning like the wanton whore that Harry had made her into, the dark skinned witch kept clutching at the other side of the shop counter, even as she did her best to bounce her hips back towards his pistoning member yet again. In no time at all, she was climaxing around his dick. The thought drove Angelina a little wild even as she shook and spasmed and her pussy juices painted the underneath of the counter with wetness.

The mere fact that she could cum just from being fucked… she really was a slut wasn't she? She really had become Harry's little whore. It made sense to call him Master under those circumstances. Angelina didn't think she could go back to her old life after experiencing all of this. Harry would take care of her though, she knew that much. After all, he'd said it himself. There truly was no going back now. They were in this together.

It would have been interesting to see how Angelina would react if she knew just how many married and widowed women Harry was boning on the side, not to mention the barely legal young women he had also fucked into happy mind broken little pets. She might not have cared, at least in that moment of orgasmic bliss with Harry railing her ass. She might have been upset to not be special, to not be 'the one' that had finally turned Harry's head.

Or, more importantly, she might have worried for her daughter Roxanne's purity. The dark skinned young witch was just getting ready to start her final year at Hogwarts, but given Harry's enjoyment of Lily and Rose and Victoire, Angelina would have been right to fear what he might do to her daughter. Unfortunately for the fit beautiful witch, she had no idea what Harry was capable of. All she knew in that moment was that she was his in every sense of the word and he could do whatever he liked with her.

That pure honest thought sent Angelina right over the edge and she climaxed again around Harry's cock, her butt muscles tightening and clenching rhythmically all along his length. That was what finally pushed him over the edge yet again and for the third time since this had all started, he began to cum, filling her ass with his cream in the same way he'd filled her still dripping cunt. Only once he was done seeding her bowels did he pull back, leaving Angelina to pant heavily on the counter, her naked fat chest heaving up and down.

Then she felt a weighty, meaty smack against her ass crack and her lower back. Looking over her shoulder, Angelina's eyes widened as she took in Harry's humungous cock, a pale contrast against her chocolate colored skin. He was still hard. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. He was STILL hard.

"H-How?"

Harry grinned knowingly at her whispered single word question.

"No clue, but Hermione is looking into it. All I know is, we're far from done my dear. Ready for Round Four?"

Angelina just whimpered, barely even noticing the name drop as focused as she was on Harry's humungous cock. In the end, she really wasn't sure she was… but she couldn't exactly say no, could she? When Harry reached for her, she let him grab hold of her sweaty body and pull her down behind the counter without an ounce of resistance or a peep of defiance.

-x-X-x-

He'd laid himself down on the floor of the shop with his invisibility cloak acting as a bit of a blanket for his naked body. Then, he'd laid her on top of him reverse cowgirl. It was a position Angelina was pretty familiar with, but what the dark skinned witch was NOT familiar with was being slowly impaled on a huge massive meat pole like Harry's. Inch by inch, he'd pulled her hips down along his cock, burying himself inside of her poor stretched pussy.

By the time he was fully inside of her, Angelina was panting heavily, her tits jiggling mightily as the witch tried and failed to control her breathing. He was j-just so damn b-big. It didn't help when harry grabbed hold of her ponytail and pulled her back against his chest either. Once she was down there, he gleefully grabbed her massive mammaries once more and began to knead and maul her sensitive tit flesh even as he humped his hips upwards into her cunt, her own legs spread wide around his body.

Angelina moaned out, but by this point her voice was just a little hoarse as she did so. She was tired and exhausted and though Harry was still finding ways to slowly bring her to climax, the beautiful dark skinned shopkeep just couldn't keep up with the insatiable wizard. She lay atop him limply, like a sex toy rather than a real woman as he fucked up into her body and groped her tits.

It wasn't until the door to the shop suddenly opened against all expectations that Angelina finally came back to full awareness. Her eyes shot open and she would have shot up entirely off Harry's chest if he hadn't stopped her. The wizard laying beneath her grabbed hold of Angelina and covered her mouth before she could give them away, slowing down his thrusts up into her stretched cunt, though not stopping them entirely.

Angelina was breathing rapidly for a whole other reason now. There was only one person, one man who could have opened the shop door after she locked it. Her husband was ba-

"Mom? You here?"

If Harry hadn't been covering her mouth, Angelina was sure that she would have given a very audible gasp of relief at the sound of her daughter's voice… and then a shriek of fear as she realized it was her DAUGHTER's voice she was hearing! As he did have his hand over her mouth, neither of these involuntary responses made it past her lips thankfully.

Angelina had totally forgotten that her daughter had a spare key to the shop in her moment of dread and horror. She'd been so focused on potentially being caught by her husband, knowing what it would do to George if he found her and Harry like this, that she didn't even think about being caught by her daughter instead. Yet here she was and that seemed like it just might happen.

Beneath Harry's hand as the wizard continued to cover her mouth and continued to slowly fuck her at the same time, Angelina bit her lower lip as she heard her daughter's footsteps approaching the counter. All Roxanne would need to do was walk around towards the back and if she looked down at the floor behind the shop counter as she did so, she'd see them both on the floor in mid-coitus.

"Mom? Why's the shop closed so early? Mooooom! Where are you?"

A pair of dark skinned hands suddenly smacks down onto the wood counter and Angelina begins to hyperventilate as Roxanne leans on it for a second, glancing around. In that moment, the dark skinned witch knows that all her daughter has to do is look down and she'll see her mother in this god awful, horrifying state. All Roxanne would need to do was glance downwards to be scarred for life.

And much to her shame, that thought sends Angelina right over the edge. Thankfully, Harry is not totally cruel. He cast a silencing charm over them when Roxanne walked in and so the only real danger comes from her daughter using her eyes rather than her ears. This realization causes Angelina to climax again and again as she stares up at her daughter's face, almost daring Roxanne to look down.

But eventually, the younger witch pulls back and lets out a sigh.

"Huh, guess you're not here right now. Probably should have known from the fact that the store was closed. Don't want to really get stuck working the till on my summer vacation, so time to get out of here!"

Roxanne turned around to leave and it was in that moment that Harry began his release. Angelina's eyes widened as the wizard she was laid across abruptly pulled out of her cunt and began to cum. His white hot jizz shot up into the air in large spurts, his seed just as copious as ever, but this time it didn't have a hole to fill and as such it went flying everywhere. Roxanne was one second away from getting a face full of Harry's cum as his seed lands all across Angelina's body but more importantly, also lands on the wood counter that Roxanne had just been leaning over.

Angelina's eyes widen and she freezes up, sure that her daughter must have seen something. But no, instead Roxanne's footsteps continue to fade away and eventually Angelina hears the sound of the shop door opening and then closing, as well as locking as Roxanne walks away to do whatever it is she wants to do. Shuddering, the dark skinned witch closes her eyes and whimpers, biting her lower lip as she realizes just how much she came from the idea of her daughter discovering how much of a whore she is.

It's shameful… but Angelina can't deny how much she enjoyed the threat of discovery. Harry's hand is suddenly turning her face around and she finds herself kissing the powerful wizard as she lies back on his chest, moaning happily into his mouth as their tongues wrestle with one another. She really has fallen too far to ever climb out of this dark hole of debauchery she now finds herself in. Angelina Weasley is thoroughly lost and she knows it.

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A little while later, Angelina was laid out on the floor. Harry and his Invisibility Cloak no longer lay beneath her. Instead, she was essentially laid out in a pool of cum and her own pussy juices, the white color of Harry's seed a stark contrast against her dark skin as she shifted around in it. Angelina moaned and continued to mindlessly play with herself, fingering her cum-stuffed pussy and groping her huge udders.

The dark skinned witch was nearly catatonic by this point, though she was aware enough to watch Harry getting dressed through heavily lidded eyes. He glances over at her and sees her watching. A wide smirk spreads across the wizard's face as he speaks.

"I'll be back next month for another payment from you of course. I do hope you're short again my dear Angelina."

A full body shiver goes through the beautiful woman's frame and she nods slowly, not able to find the words to give him a verbal response. But they will be, even if Angelina has to steal money from the business herself, she's going to make sure that the ONLY way they're able to pay Harry off is with her body. She can hardly wait in fact, already imagining what he might do to her in order to change things up from this time.

The smirk on Harry's face grows a little wider still as he finishes getting dressed and walks over to her, side stepping the large puddle of cum she's lying in and leaning down to grab her by her cum-covered ponytail. He drags her up out of the mess she's in and Angelina gasps as she stares into his eyes, her pouty full lips parted slightly in anticipation of whatever he's about to do.

"I knew you'd see it my way slut. I look forward to next month then."

And then he leaned in and gave her a deep passionate, tongue-filled kiss as his farewell, dominating her mouth one last time. Angelina let him, more than that; she actually came again from just that last final kiss. As her body began to shake and spasm from the powerful orgasm, Harry dropped her back into the mixture of their juices and watched her cream herself with a chuckle and a shake of his head before turning to leave.

The climax only succeeded in making her little predicament worse as her pussy juices flooding out of her stuffed quim caused a large amount of Harry's cum to fall out from between her legs as well. The dark skinned witch lay there, happily continuing to touch herself for some time before she finally recovered enough to crawl up off the floor and grab her wand to begin cleaning things up.

No matter how much she cleaned and how spotless she made both her body and the store though, there was no way for Angelina to ever erase the feel of Harry's cock from her holes, or his hands from her body. Shivering with anticipation, Angelina flicked her wand out, having gotten dressed in a change of clothes she had in the back. The CLOSED sign flipped over to OPEN and the door was unlocked as Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes reopened for business.

Not a moment too soon either, as the next person to come through the door only two minutes after she unlocked it was her husband. Angelina bit her lower lip and rubbed her thighs together at the sight of him, but it wasn't because of any arousal she had for the red head. Instead, she was left imagining Harry fucking her, even as her husband walked up to the counter and gave her a wide smile.

"I got some really good results from these experiments Angel! I hope you didn't have much trouble while I was gone. It doesn't look like the store was too busy in my absence!"

Angelina tried to keep her blush down even as she shook her head in agreement with him. Even George's use of his nickname for her didn't kindle any sort of attraction for the man she'd been married to for so long within her core. Instead, the dark skinned beauty that had been so thoroughly destroyed minutes before by the Head Auror himself was imagining what said man might call her instead. Slut, whore… cunt, bitch. Angelina had to stifle a moan as her pussy got wet just thinking of what insults Harry would use on her in place of silly things like 'pet names'.

Her husband was waiting for an answer though, so Angelina gave him it, gracing George with a shaky smile to go along with it.

"Nope. No trouble at all George. In fact, I think from now on you should spend more time running experiments while I handle the shop side of things. That way we can both play to our strengths."

And if at all possible, she was going to find a way to discuss a 'payment plan' with Harry, in which she gave herself to him in 'installments' so that she didn't have to wait a month for the next time. George didn't know what she was thinking though and he smiled at her happily.

"That's so thoughtful of you sweetheart. Thank you, I really appreciate that."

If Angelina's smile took on a slightly perverted edge, George didn't notice as he turned away from her and stepped towards the back. The dark skinned witch fell forward over the counter and came on the spot, massive shudders moving through her body at just how filthy she was. She truly was a scarlet woman, but for Harry, she'd be anything he wanted.

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