Yes! And With A Few Dates, Too

Hermione Granger had no idea what to expect. All she knew was that Mr. Daily had told her he was going to take her and her friends on a "field trip" Friday evening - just the five of them - and that they should dress-up for the event. Strange as that all was, Hermione just couldn't say no to Mr. Daily, and so she found herself outside the school at sundown, accompanied by Cho, Ginny, and Luna, desperately waiting for Mr. Daily to arrive.

If Hermione were in her right mind, she would find all of this supremely suspicious, would be disgusted by her choice of outfit, and would remember how disgusted she was by her teacher's attitude the prior week. But she most certainly was not in her right mind, as her body buzzed in anticipation. When Mr. Daily asked her and the others to come on this trip, she felt as if her heart would burst from her chest she was so elated.

Of course, she deeply respected her teacher as an educator, going out of his way to foster a marketable talent for young ladies and doing his best to nurture and guide them. But, she would be lying if she said her motives for tonight were one-hundred percent pure. The young witch was fascinated by her teacher, finding him not just a dedicated educator but a gentleman! Someone who was kind and complimentary, handsome and virile, friendly and affable. No other man had every caused her to feel this way before!

And it didn't help that he had a nice, big fat cock that he had been showing off at every opportunity this past week.

Ever since watching the video he had assigned them - which she and the girls had watched together, and ended with a lesbian orgy on Cho's bedroom floor - Hermione had been utterly infatuated with Mr. Daily, and her body had been responding in... interesting ways. Which is to say, she was constantly turned on and flushed during lessons and would rush home after they ended to finger herself into a blissful stupor. Heck, for the first time her academic career, she found it difficult to focus on her studies, too often drifting into fantasies over what wonderful act Mr. Daily would do next to improve their future as smut artists, hoping she would be his next volunteer.

Or, asking her (and her friends) on a private, after-school trip! Hermione had already lost track of how much time they had spent waiting, imagining what Mr. Daily could have in mind. Private tutoring session? Nude painting? Dinner? Dancing? A wild fivesome between the handsome teacher and his four witchy students? The possibilities were endless...

Three daydreams and an unknown amount of time later, a black town car pulled up to the curb where the girls were, gleaming in the orange-pink light of sundown. From the driver's side, a gorgeous woman with raven hair and ivory skin stepped out, dressed in a skimpy version of a chauffeur's outfit, tight and revealing as to showcase her killer figure, long legs, and massive breasts. The woman paid no mind to the girls, simply stepping to the rear and opening the doors, from where Rob Daily stepped out onto the street.

"Evening, ladies." He greeted the four witches with a wolfish smile, eyeing their choice of outfits. He most certainly approved. "I must say, you all look wonderful." All four blushed and turned away, overwhelmed to be complemented by their mutual schoolgirl crush.

After some debate as to what to wear, the Hermione, Cho, Ginny, and Luna came to two points of consensus: that they should coordinate their outfits, and that something "sexy and slutty" would impress Mr. Daily the most. Hermione had no idea where those words came, but they just fit. They felt completely right and natural. She had to be slutty and sexy and pretty and submissive for teacher...

To that end, they had come up with a pervert's idea of a schoolgirl uniform (even more perverted than what they wore for class) and mixed it with a pervert's idea of a witches outfit - strapless corset and leather miniskirt, combined with striped stockings and matching arm socks and spiked-heeled leather ankle boots and a stylish choker. Their had been an argument regarding if they should include the stereotypical conical witch's hat, but it was decided they were a "no" for now. They had also colour-coordinated with the four houses of Hogwarts (after Hermione and Luna switched houses), with Ginny in red, Hermione in yellow, Cho in blue, and Luna in green.

The corsets clung to their graceful curves and highlighted their slender, but lovely figures, as well as the shape of their perky, modest busts. While most of their outfits were black, splashes of their individual colours were found throughout; on the laces of the corsets, the striping on their stockings and arm socks, and their make-up, each girl coming painted up with fingernails, lipstick, and eyeshadow in their house colours. In addition, the left breast of the corset proudly bared the badge and symbol of their Hogwarts house, with some... creative liberties. No longer were they students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but "Hotsluts School of Bitchcraft and Whorery", and now Ginny, Hermione, Cho, and Luna belonged to the houses of "Gryffinwhore", "Hussypussy", "Ravencunt", and "Slytherthot", respectively.

A part of Hermione was screaming about how she was dressed like a trollop, flouncing about like a perverse parody of everything they held dear and sacred, but every time that part got too loud or made too much sense, she would just remember how wonderful Mr. Daily's lesson were, or how informative his video was, how wonderful his hands felt on her body, and then her brain would tingle and that part would quiet down.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Daily." Hermione eventually managed to say, still blushing. "We're so glad you like it."

"Please, Hermione, please. We're out of the class, having some fun on the town." Rob sidled up in between Hermione and Ginny and put his arms around their waists, pulling them close to him. Hermione could feel her heart thump loudly and rapidly, while Ginny smiled and giggled. "Tonight, please, call me Rob."

"Um, yes, okay... Rob." Hermione said with a smile. It was supremely improper and naughty, but, then again, this night was nothing but improper. And Hermione wanted to be a naughty good girl for teacher...

"Where are we going for our field trip Mist- um, Rob." Cho asked. Her and Luna and pressed themselves next to their friends, attempting to get as close to Rob as possible.

"That's a surprise for you four." Rob said cryptically, before ushering them into the car. "You'll see when we get there..."

The five clambered into the backseats before Tifa shut the door and returned to the driver's seat, setting off to parts unknown. The interior of the town car was as fancy as it's exterior, all fine black leather seating, which wrapped around three-quarters of the massive backseat of the almost-limo of an automobile. It even came equipped with a small bar fridge, which Rob began rooting around in the moment Tifa took the road.

"Would you ladies fancy a drink before we hit the main event?" Rob asked, removing a bottle of chilled gin and a bottle of tonic, along with a set of glasses.

"Uh, Rob? We're underage." Ginny brought up, a touch nervous at being offered **** by an adult in a position of power. But Rob just waved the concern off.

"But you gals are British!" Rob retorted in a casual, jovial tone. "You're definitely legal over there." He began pouring the drinks, one for each of them. "Besides, if your teacher says it's okay, then that means it's okay."

If teacher say it's okay, then that means it's okay...

Those words bounced about in Hermione's head, soft and light and bubbly, reverberating through her neurons, an electric bolt of pure pleasure. It just felt so right. Teacher says it's okay. Teacher says it's okay. Teacher says it's okay...

And the others clearly were effected a similar manner, sinking into the plush leather seats and letting out soft, erotic sighs as their bodies lit up with sheer contentment. After that, there was no more arguing, as they all accepted their gin and tonics, sipping from them gently, unaware of the devilish smirk Rob wore.

Within ten minutes, Hermione and Cho were sitting on Rob's lap, Hermione sloppily making out with her teacher, while Cho lovingly stroked his cock. On the floor were Ginny and Luna, also frenching each other, while they frantically groped and fingered themselves and each other. The girls' half-finished cocktails were set aside, the source of this sudden orgy. No, the four witches weren't lightweights to be come immediately hammered, instead it was an aphrodisiac Izu had purchased at Rob's command. He placed some quick-dissolving tablets into the tonic before he even left the house and that, combined with the ****, sent the four girls into a frenzy they could not fight against, submitting to their baser urges and their need for carnal release.

Luna seemed to be the only one aware something was amiss, but in her own unique way. "Oh my, I just realized!" She said with a spacey look, eyes gogging around the car. "There must be a humparump infestation in this vehicle?"

"A what!?" Ginny gawked at her, confused and upset that she wasn't fingering her twat.

"Humparump." Luna said, uttering the nonsense word with such professional confidence. "They're spirits that possess young women and raise their libido. They're not malignant spirits, just mischievous and misunderstood."

"Well, that's fine and dandy." Ginny said, sitting on a seat and spreading her legs. "So maybe you and your 'humparump' can get under my skirt and eat me out." Luna was all too eager to heed her friend, diving down and beginning to lick her snatch.

Meanwhile, Hermione broke away from Rob, breathless and blushing. She couldn't believe what she was doing this! To have all of her erotic fantasies come true so fast... it sent her head spinning. But still, there was something nagging at the back of her head, as she watched Cho try and **** down Rob's thick penis, eyes watering as she struggled to fit it in her mouth.

Regardless, Rob sank into his chair and groaned. "Ah, Asian girls are all gigantic sluts, aren't they?"

"Uh... sir? Rob?" Hermione asked in a husky voice. She smacked her lips, her mouth and throat were dry. "Should we be doing this? F-fooling around with you? We're your students after all. And you're our -"

"Teacher." Rob finished for her, one hand on Cho's head, forcing her further down. He gave Hermione another kiss on the lips, just a brief one, tantalizing her with further ministrations. "And remember, if the teacher say it's okay, then it's okay."

Hermione nodded stiffly, muttering. "If you say it's okay..."

"And this is all okay, Hermione, darling." He kissed her neck, once, twice, thrice. She squirmed atop his lap, mewling pleasantly. Rob exploded, cum filling Cho's mouth. She could barely fit the cock in there, so the seed immediately came spewing back out onto the car floor.

"It's all okay," Hermione said, mostly to herself, settling, feeling her body relax. This was all okay. Perfectly normal and entirely good. She should just relax and be a good girl for teacher.

The partition that separated the two halves of the car rolled down, Tifa's head craned about to address Rob. "We've arrived, Master."

"Wonderful! Girls, fix yourselves up and get ready. Tifa, find a place to park the car. I'll call you when the show is over. Oh, and be sure to clean up back here. Miss Chang couldn't handle her cum. First-timers and all that."