Cormac (plus shower scene as she’s home alone)

“Ccccooooorrrrmmmmaaacccc” I cry out as I have the most powerful orgasm so far, his face appeared clear as day in my mind enhancing it. I lay in my bed with a shocked smile on my face as sweat is now pouring off of me, did I really just cum so hard from the thought of that sexist, misogynistic fellow Gryffindor. Yes, yes I did, now do I really want him to do that to me in real life though? I shudder in arousal at the thought. For most of the past month each night I would fantasise about a different person fucking my arse after publicly humiliating me, it has ranged from boys at school such as Zacharias Smith to even Draco Malfoy and girls such as Pansy Parkinson to Hannah Abbot, even both versions of Tom, the diary and Voldemort. Then there was Dudley and Pierce on a couple nights, it’s shameful to think but those were really hot dreams. Every time I pictured friends or people that only have positive thoughts about me I can’t orgasm, in fact I cry frustratedly as I feel my orgasm die before I can get that glorious release. I’ve figured out I’m a Masochist and a Submissive, to be truthful I’m the Bottom of Bottoms and Submissive of Submissives. Anyone who has ever had a negative thought about me that I know of I end up bending over and spreading my cheeks for, the buggering I get in my fantasies makes my sphincter pucker, my nipples harden and my pussy twitch. I go to sleep of thoughts of Cormac being quidditch captain and buggering me infront of the three Vixens as the masturbate to my submission.

When I wake up i realise the house is quiet except for the tapping of my window. I look over and I’m greeted to an owl at the window with a letter, I retrieve the envelope and read it only to find a reminder that people from the Ministry will be sent to collect me so as I can be there to officially document my new status in life at exactly 12:30 today. I check my clock and see that it’s only 7:30 and sigh. I gather my clothes for the day and a towel then open my bedroom door, I proceed to walk to the bathroom door. I remember how my aunt said I’d be left here alone until I get documented then I’m on my own for the rest of the summer holidays.

I leave the door to the bathroom open imagining getting a perverted look by my cousin, turn on the shower and get in. I can already feel myself so close to orgasm from that remembering that dreamI had. I wash my hair first, subconsciously I also pull on it imagining it’s someone else face fucking me or making me deepthroat them. I push up against the wall my great big tits crushed against the tiles, I grip my hair as if my heads pinned so I can see behind me and I start spanking my own arse. “Harder, ummm yeah spank my slutty arse Master!” I snap out of it and finish my hair then I try ignoring the growing orgasm as I wash myself, but with each rub of my breasts and nipples just edges me closer and closer to the brink of my much needed climax but ultimately it fails. The same can be said for every brush of my clitoris has my pussy pulsing, it’s only when I’m lathering my arse cheeks that I realise what I need to do. I quickly step back pick up my towel dry my hand and pick up my dirty soiled thong, without hesitation I scrunch it up and put it in my mouth whilst my other hand lathers my fat arse with shower lotion using it as lube. I rub around my sphincter and slowly start pushing in one finger and add a finger until I have all four up my arse. My legs are already shaking as I proceed to fingerbang my arsehole. I picture Cormac in my mind buggering me in a hidden alcove, then in an old disused classroom with his friends watching, it shifts to the Gryffindor common room with almost the whole house and Professor McGonagall watching before it switches to the great hall with everyone watching, staff and students witnessing my submissive arse getting fucked, it’s humiliating, embarrassing but so fucking hot. His breath on my neck his Misogynistic words in my ear I can hear myself give in to him. “Yes Cormac I’m your slutty trophy ****, my position is beneath a good upstanding Pureblood like yourself, please cum in my pathetic slutty Halfblood arse, “Oooooooohhhh fffffuuuuccckkkk YYYOOOUUU OOOWWWWNNNN MMMMEEEE MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR” I imagine I cry.

“Look at this dumb buttslut, she quit quidditch to suck my dick, she had me made captain last week and in return I Knocked the dumb bitch up and now she’s become my sex **** which means effective immediately she’s Expelled from this school, before her OWLs I might add, which means I can do this” Cormac says and snaps my wand. “Jasmine Potter expelled sex **** no longer a true witch”

I almost cum from that fantasy, but it’s not enough so I summon my hidden dildo and stick it to the wall and slam my arse back on it. The fantasy and the feel of an actual dick, plastic but still, has me cumming so hard.

I sit naked riding my dildo fore hours until I hear a sound and look up but don’t stop as I see two people standing in my doorway watching my funbags bounce up and down but even hotter is my mirror is behind me so they can also watch my ginormous glutes rising and falling.

Who is there?

1) Man and woman (suggest names, heights, what they look like, if anything happens before going to the ministry.)

2) Two men (suggest names, heights, what they look like, if anything happens before going to the ministry.)

3) Two women (suggest names, heights, what they look like, if anything happens before going to the ministry.)

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