Harry Potter And The Freedom of Use: Diagon Alley

The train ended up being delayed, allowing Harry time for some last-minute shopping at Diagon Alley. He had been planning to pick up whatever supplies he didn’t have at Hogsmeade, but visiting the alley struck him as a nice return to normalcy for his final year at Hogwarts. 

He was pleased to see the marketplace was recovering quickly from Voldemort’s rule. There was not a hint of the dark arts, besides the newspapers and souvenirs lionizing the heroics of the Second Wizarding War. There was an air of hope and relief, with very little suspicion, and much of the post-war lust he’d noted in Ginny. Nowhere was this more evident than when he ducked into Flourish & Blotts to pick up his reading material. 

The staff of shopgirls had once worn garb that could’ve been out of the Edwardian era—ankle-length black skirts, long-sleeved white blouses, and a dark necktie to finish off the outfit. Now, the first girl he saw could’ve been going to a Muggle Halloween party. Her blouse was wholly unbuttoned save for two between her breasts, leaving her with a plunging neckline and the tight garment spreading open over her belly. The skirt was shorter, only knee-length, and modestly translucent, allowing him to see all of her thighs and some of her panties—not that there was much to see in that case. In fact, he doubted she had on anything of that sort at all. Both skirt and blouse were also far thinner than he was used to, almost veils really.

Harry was so admiring the girl’s body that it took him a moment to realize it was Katie Bell, who had graduated last year. Her breasts were big and bouncy, and the bridge the buttons made between the two halves of her skirt was tiny, only seeming to cover the nipples before the fabric folded away to leave the tops and bottoms of her cleavage bare. 

There seemed to be a good chance of her breasts popping right out, especially with how she kept bending over to work the cash register. Every time she did, Harry’s heart would skip a beat. The chance of seeing one of her tits out in the open was too thrilling to believe. But for now, he went through the shelves to collect the books he would need for his current semester.

Stacking them in his arms, he came back to see Katie from behind. Her long dark hair swept down as she bent over the register once more, and her round ass stuck out, showing the crescent moons of her buttocks through her skirt and the slope of her back above it. Her longs were long and slender, with socks up to her shins and a pair of pretty white Keds on her feet. Harry was decided. He would most definitely have to fuck her once he’d paid for his books.

“Admiring the scenery, Potter?” a sneering voice asked.

Harry rolled his eyes and turned. For a good moment, Draco had seemed to learn his lesson with the defeat of Voldemort, but he’d bounced back to his old self impressively. Despite his father’s return to Azkaban, or perhaps because of it, he looked smugger than ever. Narcissa was with him, as usual, though for once she looked worried, as if she might like to drag Draco away before he said something he’d regret. And they had a house elf with them as well, although the stack of books it was carrying for Draco blocked off everything but the creature’s knobby knees. 

“What of it, Malfoy?” Harry retorted.

“Oh, go right ahead, be my guest,” Draco said with mocking sweetness. “She’d probably be happy to spread her legs for the Hero of Hogwarts. You should enjoy that while you can. Now that Voldemort’s gone, you’re old news. It won’t be long now until dear Katie won’t give you the time of day.”

“Come along, Draco,” Narcissa insisted, the tall blonde putting a hand on Draco’s back to steer him towards the counter. 

Draco nearly hissed at Harry as he passed him. Harry turned to watch him go, thinking of how much he’d like to send a hex right into the back of Draco’s head—and also of how Narcissa’s hips and protruding buttocks wiggled in her tight dress. As tall and elegant as she was, her breasts and ass had the plump ripeness of a fruit fresh from the vine. Narcissa was beautiful, but the curdled expression she wore on her face and her general air of superiority detracted from an otherwise lush body. Seeing her from behind, though, that was less of an issue. In fact, she was so well-endowed that Harry could see the curves of her cleavage from behind her, jostling into view as her body twisted with each step. Her dark dress made a tempting contrast with the pale skin above her choker and beneath her stockings—Harry had to consider how shockingly white it would be if he ripped her clothing off, and what the icy blonde would feel like to the touch. Would she be as cool as she looked or surprisingly warm?

As Katie rang up the Malfoy’s purchase, Harry unzipped his fly and went up to the counter, jumping up to sit on it with his waking prick in front of Narcissa. She looked at it with some surprise, then consideration, before finally stooping to take it into her mouth.

“Hold on a minute,” Harry said, stopping her just as her lips parted to engulf his manhood. “You’ve got a little something.”

Bending himself, he grasped Narcissa’s dress at the chest and ripped it open. Her breasts tumbled out, impressing Harry with their perfect roundness. He widened the tear, pulling open the dress over Narcissa’s crotch, and with one last titanic wrenching, he rent it to the hem. Narcissa was left with her dress entirely hanging open, the body concealed within a picture of temptation. Her pale breasts looked even bigger emerging from the gash in her dress, her pink nipples seeming to shine. 

“Now go on,” Harry said, his member stretching up from his lap, shaking with need.

As though chastened by the interruption, Narcissa took hold of his prick and stroked it, her fingers tentatively sliding from his shaft to his tense knob. Then she ran her fingertips back down his length, down to his balls, which she cupped in her hands and squeezed firmly.

“Mo-ther!” Draco keened, his whiny voice driving the house elf back a step and making it teeter on one heel before righting itself. “How long is this going to take?”

“It will take as long as it takes,” Narcissa chided. “Please be patient.”

She leaned forward, her full breasts settling against Harry’s thighs, holding his cock in both her hands as she watched it from close-up. As Harry looked on, Narcissa pulled his foreskin up over his engorged cockhead, then dragged it back down, making his prick jerk madly. He was in no danger of coming yet, but still Harry trembled as he imagined all the things she might do with her skillful fingers.

“There’s no way she can take it all in her mouth,” Harry heard Katie mutter, keeping her voice low. “Not possible.”

Narcissa slanted her eyes to Katie for a moment, hearing her too, and seeming slighted by her doubt. She bent further down, her mouth opening as it neared Harry’s swollen cock. Tightening her grip on the lower half of his shaft, Narcissa’s tongue lapsed out of her mouth and ran over Harry’s cockhead like she was licking a lollipop. 

“Ahh!” Harry gasped, greatly enjoying the feel of her soft tongue on his cock. But it was a prelude, not a fuck. He wanted her to take him in her mouth, but Narcissa stubbornly refused to do so, instead licking his prick again and again.

She would drill her tongue into the underside of his shaft, then drag it slowly up his member, leaving his flesh glistening with her spit. Soon, Harry was shaking with desire, but even more with frustration. It was obvious to him that Narcissa wasn’t quite taking the exercise seriously. Perhaps she thought she was deigning to pleasure him instead of being used.

He looked over at Katie, who was still watching wide-eyed, in an agony of suspense over whether Narcissa could indeed swallow the massive cock Harry had offered her. “Excuse me, Katie? Do you think you could help her out? She’s kind of a dumb whore and I don’t think she really knows how to suck dick.”

Katie gave a politely bemused smile, as though he’d simply asked her for directions to the bathroom. “Certainly. Anything for an old friend.”

Draco rolled his eyes as Katie came out from behind the counter. “This is going to take forever!”

Narcissa gave Katie a weary glance, almost seeming unsurprised when Katie grabbed her by the hair and forced her down on Harry’s member. She did seem shocked the further down she went—as if she might have seen how big his cock was, but hadn’t been able to bring herself to believe it was really so large as it now was in her mouth.

Katie didn’t let up, pushing Narcissa down until she was forced to take his cock into her throat, the blonde sputtering and gagging at the unheralded intrusion. “Gkk
 gkk
 gkk!” she gargled as his cock went deeper and deeper, its contours visible through her distended throat.

Katie only raised an eyebrow as Narcissa’s drool began running down what little remained of Harry’s unswallowed cock. “Probably isn’t too used to throating dick,” she observed helpfully. Katie, on the other hand, seemed to have plenty of tricks—pulling Narcissa up an inch and then slamming her down even further, making her throat spasm around the prick impaling it. “I guess Lucius doesn’t have much for her to practice on,” she added with an innocent look at Draco.

A powerful climax was building in Harry, threatening to explode, which made speech difficult for him. Sweat ran down his flushed face. “Let’s not jump to conclusions,” he strained. “It could be that Narcissa here is just a prude.”

“Yes,” Katie said, with the brightness of a shopgirl agreeing with a customer. “That could be it. Should I make her take all of it? It is a lot to swallow.”

“It’s what she’s here for,” Harry said lightly, leaning back on his hands.

Katie gave a cheery nod. “Yes, quite right. She is rather a cumbucket, isn’t she?”

Her toned arms flexing with muscle, Katie forced Narcissa down the last few inches, until she had taken the entire length of Harry’s cock into her lips and down her throat. Harry crooned blissfully, feeling her mouth wrapped tightly around the base of his prick, her throat actually squeezing his manhood as if trying desperately, and unsuccessfully, to fully swallow it. 

He had to admit, his mind was reeling, the feel of Narcissa’s acid tongue now pinned to the bottom of her mouth by his shaft shaking Harry to his core. Not only was the sensation of using what had once been Narcissa’s airway as a condom incredible on its own, but the sight of her smug, superior, yet undoubtedly beautiful face spread and stuffed by his manhood—that was simply staggering. He didn’t think he’d ever take her so seriously again, now that he’d seen her with his cock filling her from the roof of her mouth to the root of her tongue, and that went double for the rest of the Malfoy clan.

“Shall I let her up?” Katie asked diffidently. It hadn’t taken long for Narcissa to run out of air, Harry’s cock completely cutting off her breathing, and now she was gulping desperately, trying to clear her airway.

“Gg! Gg! GGK!” Narcissa sounded off, her hands patting beseechingly at Harry’s legs and stomach.

“Not just yet,” Harry said coolly. “But when you do, remember she doesn’t need much air to be a cumbucket.”

“Of course,” Katie said, smiling cheerfully, as if Narcissa Malfoy wasn’t being throttled under her tight grip. Or perhaps because she was. Harry recalled how Draco’s opal necklace had nearly killed Katie Bell with its curse. What fitting revenge, then, for Katie to help him use Draco’s mother as his personal cockslut. “Do you want her to pass out, though? She might be used to falling asleep during sex, after all.”

“What, and let her miss out on all the fun?”

Harry and Katie shared a polite smile as a tremor went through Narcissa’s body, one last “Gkk!”, then Katie hauled her up off Harry’s cock, to its very tip, all twelve inches of Harry’s length suddenly dislodged from Narcissa’s splayed throat. Drool ran unabashedly down Narcissa’s chin as she sucked in air, her eyes teary with relief, only for Katie to plunge her right back down on Harry’s cock, all the way to his balls once more.

“MMMMMMMPH!” Narcissa gasped around it in a panicked tone, clearly no more used to being throated now than she had been before.

Draco heaved an explosive sigh. “Mother, could you please make him come already? This is intolerable!”

Harry shrugged. “So, Draco, your mom just isn’t that good a cockslut. I’m trying my best here.” He winked at Katie on the side of his face turned away from Draco. “Honest.”

Narcissa’s hands were now perched on Harry’s thighs, holding herself steady, or perhaps trying to push herself away from him, though Katie’s firm grip wouldn’t allow her to move an inch. Harry let out a pleased exhale, feeling her tongue impotently writhing under the weight of his erection and the insides of her cheeks billowing around his contours with each denying shake Narcissa gave. 

His prick was so swollen that he could feel her sharp teeth pressing into his girth. Narcissa wasn’t biting down, it was just that there was no more room in her mouth to fit his engorged manhood. She gagged and whimpered, but there was no extricating Harry’s cock from her throat, no relief for her impaled gullet, not until Harry and Katie had agreed she’d had enough. 

Finally, Katie pulled Narcissa up. The tears that had glazed her eyes before were now running freely, tainting her pale face with smeared mascara, her nostrils flaring and her neat hair now a mess from Katie’s manhandling. But Katie didn’t shove Narcissa back down. She stared at Harry’s exposed cock, reddened and throbbing harder than ever, the shopgirl impressed and even taken aback with its newfound size. 

“Maybe Ms. Malfoy will make a good cockslut after all,” Katie mumbled, sounding coyly amused, even giving Narcissa a consoling pat on the throat that Harry had very nearly ruined. “Deep breath, miss. Really suck this time. We’re not going to let you up until you get him off, alright?” 

“Oh, very—“ Narcissa began to say, but her reprieve was over. Katie was already shoving her down on Harry’s bloated prick, gagging her with it, making her take every inch no matter if it fit or not. 

“GKK! GKK! GRK!” Narcissa drooled on Harry’s balls, more tears streaming down her face, dripping onto her breasts and carrying an oily patina of her ruined mascara with them. She might perhaps mentally have gotten used to being impaled on Harry’s cock, but her throat seized and spasmed around him as it had the first time, Harry greatly enjoying the feel of her tongue tickling the underside of his prick and her saliva washing over his groin. 

“I’m almost there,” Harry breathed, getting a nod of approval from Katie as she held Narcissa down. “Anything you can do to—hnn—really make it special?”

“I have just the thing,” Katie said, reaching to Narcissa’s mouth and hooking her fingers at the corners of her lips. As tightly welded as they had been to Harry’s cock, she was able to drag them to the sides, stretching Narcissa’s mouth into a forced smile. “Now, Ms. Malfoy, Harry is just about done with you. He’s going to make you his cumbucket and when he does, if you don’t want his cum spilling out all over your body, you’d best swallow as hard you can, because there will be no keeping it in your mouth.”

“Mm-hm!” Narcissa mumbled in desperate assent.

Katie gave Harry a patient smile. “Whenever you’re ready, Harry.”

“I’ll be done in just a—a—HNNNGH!” Harry cried as his cum rushed from his cock and pumped into Narcissa’s belly.

Narcissa sucked desperately, perhaps even more than she had when simply trying to get him off. Harry realized with some disbelief that she was swallowing his cum as she kept sucking and sucking him. His back arching, Harry banged his fists on the countertop as his orgasm exploded through him. He had thought nothing could be better than the feel of Narcissa’s throat clenched around his organ, but he’d been wrong.

Katie bobbed Narcissa’s head on his prick, keeping up the pleasure even as Harry shot his last few bullets of jism. Then she let go, but Narcissa kept her mouth fastened to his cock. Harry sat there, recovering from his ecstasy, guessing that Narcissa was using his prick like a finger in a dyke, keeping all his cum blocked up inside her mouth as she swallowed every bit of cream she could. 

When she lifted her head, her face a mess, his cock was shiny and clean. Despite the state of her make-up, Narcissa actually looked poised for a moment. Then she coughed and a dollop of cum poured from her mouth, landing on her firm tits. More followed, flowing leadenly down Narcissa’s chin as she hacked and sputtered, holding her stomach, which Harry guessed was now as stuffed as her mouth had been.

“Well, that seems to have done you in,” Katie said with a smile. “If there’s anything else I can do for you, please let me know.”

“Finally!” Draco hissed. Narcissa was swaying on her knees, dazed as if she still wasn’t getting enough air, but he tugged insistently on her sleeve, inadvertently pulling more of her tattered dress off her naked body. “Mother, will you please finish paying for this tripe so we can get out of here?”

Katie started to return to the register, but Harry grabbed her arm. “Actually,” he said, “there is one more thing you can do. You don’t mind waiting, do you, Draco?”

He ripped open those last two straining buttons on Katie’s top, making her beautiful breasts spill out. When he saw them, he forgot all about Narcissa. Her breasts stood up proudly on her chest, nipples pointing at Harry’s face, and his cock pointed back at her, ready to go once more.

It was only fair, he mused. The business with Narcissa, while fun, was unlikely to produce any purebloods, and he wouldn’t have wanted her raising any more children anyway. But Katie would be a wonderful mother. Probably an even better fuck. 

He moved against her, his cock sandwiching against her belly, her erect nipples touching his chest. He kissed her deeply, and although Katie gave no indication of liking it, Harry could feel Narcissa watching him zealously, maybe even enviously. Perhaps wanting to have been used so sweetly, or simply used more. 

As his tongue explored Katie’s mouth, Harry reached down to her ass. He ran his fingers over her smooth buttocks before tightening his grip on her skirt and hauling it up out of the way. He’d been right in his suspicions. Katie wasn’t wearing panties anymore than she was wearing a bra. A small notch of pubic hair tickled his balls and he ripped the skirt away entirely, then groped her ass, squeezing her tighter against him. Her full breasts mashed against his chest and Harry luxuriated in the feel of this near-naked woman’s body against his.

Then he spun her around and bent her over the counter. Reaching around her, he took one big tit in his hand and squeezed it. Katie moaned in pain at the tightness of his grip, but Harry could hardly care when her breast felt so good. With his other hand, he lined his prick up with Katie’s sex and rocked his hips, feeding himself into her. 

He sighed as her hot cunt spread around his thrusting cockhead, and she let out a wounded groan as the rest of his cock sank into her body. Harry guessed his cock was no easier to take between the legs than between the lips. Too bad for her—it felt exquisite, having his prick fitted to her pussy. He couldn’t care about anything but the feel of his cock held within her tight, juicy pussy—pure heaven, having her wrapped around his throbbing erection. Her womanhood held him, caressed him, and it felt even better when he slid out and back in, making him almost faint from the sheer intensity of the sensation.

“Can you please ring these up already?” Draco demanded, slamming his order of books down on the counter.

“Certainly
 sir
” Katie said, though obviously the bulk of her concentration was on how her pussy was being stretched by Harry’s maleness. Nevertheless, she painstakingly took each book in hand, noted its price, and entered it into the cash register, though her hands shook and Harry’s constant thrusts nearly battered her across the counter.

“Unnh! Hnn!” he panted, fucking her. The way her cunt took his prick, sliding right over it, was giving Harry a feeling he’d never imagined. His charging cockhead led the way, spreading her pussy open, making Katie gasp—then she grunted as more followed, truly filling her up after his helmet penetrated her. He was so thick and girthy in her that his cock tugged at her tight inner walls as he pulled out of her. 

But after another dozen strokes, Harry couldn’t even feel that. His whole body was full of sexual ecstasy. Every cell of his body seemed to be tingling. 

“That will be twelve—twelve—twelve Galleons and five Sickles,” Katie said at last, popping open the register.

Draco dug into his pocket for a moment. “Ridiculous prices,” he sniffed.

Harry was insane with lust now. His hips jerked against Katie’s round buttocks. His back arched. He threw his head back and howled as his cock exploded inside of Katie. Harry nearly blacked out—his energy seemed to be draining out of his prick as he experienced the biggest orgasm of his life. Knowing that he was breeding Katie made it even better than fucking Narcissa’s face. 

“Well?” Draco demanded. “Aren’t you going to take my money?”

“Yes,” Katie said distantly, Harry’s cock drained inside her. She took the coins and dropped them into the register as Harry gave a last few thrusts of his cock. Then Harry collapsed, only stopping himself from landing on Katie’s warm body by catching himself with a hand on the register. It slammed the cash drawer shut.

“Hey!” Draco cried. “What about my change?”

“Sorry, old bean,” Harry said. “Think you’ll have to give her a moment.”

He went to Narcissa, who was still kneeling where he and Katie had left her, and took a fistful of her hair to clean his cock with. As he did so, Narcissa looked up at him, her expression dour as if to say ‘Must you?’ But she didn’t dare tempt him by actually speaking up. Especially when she saw Harry’s cock start throbbing again.

“Don’t worry,” Harry said, tucking himself away. “I have a train to catch. Otherwise, well—there are quite a few holes I can fuck you in without getting you pregnant.”

“Yes—quite,” Narcissa said evenly.

Harry took thirteen Galleons from his pocket and deposited them on the counter, where Katie was working the register open again—Harry’s cum running from her well-opened pussy. Harry grinned at the thought that it’d be hard for anyone to tell how fucked she’d been, until they got up to the counter and were able to look down behind it. 

“That’s for my books,” he said, tapping the stack of coins. “The same order as Draco—we’re both going to Hogwarts, after all.” Harry could only imagine how Draco would stew as he realized he could’ve done the same at any time. “Keep the change!”