Hermione and Snape

Snape's smirk broadened with each moan from Hermione. At this point his body was leaning forward almost on top of Hermione, pressing her small breasts into the desk. He had felt the warmth seeping out from the crotch of her panties, and he knew there was no turning back. "I can see that you don't seem to mind this treatment, Ms. Granger" Snape cooed into her ear. "Probably even enjoying it, aren't we?" With these words he wiggled his large finger in between her thigh and her panties, and found the wetness they both knew was there. Hermione's body became limp all of the sudden.

"Well, no answer then?" Snape spat, "That'd be the first time little miss know it all didn't have an answer, wouldn't it," his deep baritone voice inches from her ear. She could feel his weight, so overwhelming, pushing into her, outlining every bone, and the hard lump of his cock in her back.

She dared not respond, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She grinned triumphantly, but it was wiped off her face as his finger pressed deep into her and a moan escaped her lips. "Your true feelings have revealed themselves Ms. Granger," Snape said as he began to rhythmically move his finger in and out, slowly. "Yes sir, in much the same way your erect cock does for yours," she said, trailing off the last few words.

Enraged, pulled himself off of Hermione, roughly grabbed her with both hands and flipped her into a sitting position. He held her upright by the hair with one hand and fingered her with the other, thrusting in and out violently. Hermione tested the strength of the hand in her hair but knew it would be best for both of them to feign helplessness. Hermione slouched on the desk, her legs spread and her panties pushed to the side. Snape looked almost manically, bent at the waist and jamming his fingers, intent on bringing Hermione to her knees. Hermione's hands grappled with Snape, first trying to grab hold on his wrist to stop the fingering, to no avail. She then busied herself with pushing at Snape's face, pulling his hair, pushing into his nose, and finally beating his chest, all while trying to ignore the tightening feeling around her cunt. Her panties were rubbing her clit raw as Snape's large wrist moved in and out of them. Snape's smirk widened to almost a smile as he dodged Hermione's feeble blows. He held as head back, away from the line of her clenched fists,

and noticed with delight that her small nipples were sticking out like tic tacs from her blouse. Her entire neck was flushed and he wondered how far down that flush went. Hermione caught Snape's glance and knew she could not hide her arousal any longer. Giving in, she allowed the orgasm to wash over her. Snape felt the throbs of her pussy and did not relent. With a soft moan and no words, Hermione slouched backwards, resting on her hands as she grinded her pussy into Snape's palm.

Snape caught himself grinning and became expressionless. His hand had fallen from her hair and she was leaning, almost falling off the desk, her legs spread over the width of it and her panties stretched to one side. Snape removed his hand from her messy pussy, and savored the smell, sneaking a quick taste before Hermione regained her composure. "Well Professor, will that be all?" she said innocently, pulling up her panties as she hopped from the desk. She and Snape both knew Hogwart's policy on teacher/student relations. Taking her cue,

Snape replied, "yes Ms. Granger, you have no fear of failure this term. In fact, you've been quite a willing student." Snape once again began to busy himself in the filing cabinet, turning his back to her. Hermione smiled to herself and let herself out.