Good Little Slut

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters. Nor do i make any money from the writing of these stories


A quick spell cast at the door of the Headmaster’s office told Ginny that it was empty. Earlier that day she had heard the Carrow siblings discussing a Death Eater meeting, to be held that evening at Malfoy Manor.

Safe in the knowledge that Snape would be away from his desk for several hours, Ginny spoke the password that she had cajoled Peeves into obtaining for her.

Ginny had rarely had cause to enter the Head’s office during Dumbledore’s reign, but even her scant memories told her how different it was now.

The walls were bare of the usual portraits, and the focal point now was a large, sturdy mahogany desk, with a stately looking, black leather wingback chair. She gave these details only a fleeting glace, however, as her eyes locked onto her target. The sword of Gryffindor, enclosed in a glass case, and mounted on the wall behind the desk.

No sooner had she moved towards her goal, than the fireplace began to crackle alarmingly. The flames turned green, heralding an imminent arrival, and sent a shiver of terror through Ginny’s body.

Casting around desperately for a hiding place, she eventually huddled in the foot well of the imposing desk, only seconds before Headmaster Snape emerged from the fireplace.

Judging from his angry muttering, Snape was far from in a good mood, and Ginny trembled with fear lest she be discovered. Holding her breath, she waited, praying to whatever Gods were listening, that she would go undetected.

It was to be a forlorn hope. Snape strode over to his desk, pulled back his chair and, adjusting his robes, settled down with a well-practised flourish. Ginny tried desperately to flatten herself against the back of the desk, but knew it was in vain, as she felt the Headmaster’s knee connect with her torso.

“What the!” Snape shifted his chair back instantly, aiming first his wand, and then his gaze in her direction.

A slow, evil grin spread over his face when he spotted the redheaded girl knelt under his desk.

“Well, well. Miss Weasley. This is an unexpected surprise. What, pray tell, brings you to my office, uninvited?”

Ginny began to stutter incoherently and attempted to scramble to her feet. Snape, however, had other ideas. Placing a strong hand on her shoulder, he pushed her back to her knees.

“Not so fast, Miss Weasley. This is a very serious matter. Breaking into the Headmaster’s office cannot be allowed to go unpunished.”

A defiant expression crept over Ginny’s face. “I’ll take the detentions,” she muttered.

Snape chuckled softly. “Hmmm, I think we’ll try something different this time. Detentions seem to have no effect on your unruly behaviour.”

Ginny blanched at the implication of his words; she had seen how the Carrows punished people. “Crucio?” she whispered, eyes wide and face pale.

Snape trailed a calloused finger along her cheek. “I am not a barbarian, Miss Weasley, despite what you may think. I have something much more…pleasurable in mind.”

Ginny had enough experience with boys to be able to read the intent in her Headmaster’s gaze. And there was certainly no mistaking the firm hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer.

Snape’s other hand was busy parting his robes, before it slid down to unbutton his trousers.

“I’m sure a girl like you knows what to do next,” he said, leering ever so slightly.

Ginny stared up at him, dumbfounded. Surely he didn’t expect her to do that? But she already knew the answer to that question. The impressive-looking bulge in his trousers clearly showed his intent.

It wasn’t that Ginny was averse to giving blowjobs. In fact, both Dean and Michael had complimented her on her oral skills. But this was Snape - hated professor, and evil Death Eater. Could she really do that to him?

Ginny knew instantly that, yes, she could. Especially when the likely alternative was becoming intimately acquainted with an Unforgivable.

She reached out tentatively, her hand hovering over the open fly of his trousers.

“That’s it,” Snape murmured encouragingly. “Now be a good girl and take me out.”

Ginny reluctantly slid her hand under the fabric, and her fingers promptly wrapped around the hot flesh of his throbbing cock.

Snape let out a soft groan as Ginny freed his erection. She pulled back for a moment, her eyes widening as she took in the impressive size of her professor’s cock.

And suddenly, it was as if a switch had flicked in her head. She forgot all about the man, and her attention was focused solely on the aching shaft in her hand.

However, it seemed she was moving too slow for Snape. He reached down and grabbed hold of her ponytail with one hand, and with the other, he took hold of his cock and slapped it firmly on her cheek.

Ginny couldn’t help it, her tongue flicked out to taste the trail of pre-cum that smeared across her face.

“You like that, slut?” Snape demanded, slapping her other cheek for good measure. “I knew you’d be an eager little cocksucker.”

Not relinquishing his hold on her hair, Snape dragged Ginny’s head until she was inches away from his groin. “Now suck, bitch,” he growled. “And make it good.”

Ginny licked her lips nervously, before flicking her tongue out and lightly teasing the head of his cock. She struggled, and failed, to suppress the faint moan that escaped her lips; Ginny loved cum.

She ran her tongue all the way down his shaft, before pulling back and taking it into her mouth. The weight of a heavy cock in her mouth, on her tongue, had Ginny sliding her hand between her legs.

Snape thought he had died and gone to heaven. He had intended this as a punishment, a way to humiliate the arrogant Weasley chit, but from the way she was suckling on his cock like a Knockturn Alley whore, she was obviously enjoying herself.

Not that he minded. It had been quite some time since he had had a pretty, young girl on her knees, and as he watched those pouty red lips working his cock, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he was shooting his load into her mouth.

Ginny worked up a steady rhythm, her head bobbing up and down as she took more and more of her professor’s cock into her mouth. She brought one hand up and began teasing his lightly furred balls, rolling them gently between her fingers.

His arousal heightened by this teasing, Snape began thrusting up off the chair, burying his cock even deeper into Ginny’s mouth. Feeling her throat working to accommodate him, Snape let out a moan.

“That’s it,” he said, cupping his hand round the back of her head and forcing her to take more of his cock. “Good little slut,” he praised. “You’re mouth feels so good, so hot and wet around my cock.”

Ginny tilted her head back slightly so that she could look up and make eye contact with her professor. The usual sneer he wore was gone, and it had been replaced with a look of pure lust.

Slipping her hand inside her soaking panties, Ginny slid two fingers inside her tight pussy and began thrusting. She couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have this hard cock pounding into her.

“Rub your hot little cunt for me,” Snape encouraged, seeing what her hand was doing. “I bet you’re all wet and sticky just from sucking my cock.”

Then his hand was firm on the back of Ginny’s head, forcing her mouth further down his shaft, all the way, until her nose was buried in the wiry curls at its base.

Feeling her throat stuffed with cock, Ginny began to panic slightly. She struggled a little, trying to pull back, but Snape’s grip was too tight.

Snape couldn’t tear his eyes off the erotic picture she made. His cock, buried to the root in her eager little mouth, her throat muscles working desperately to accommodate his. But what turned him on most, were the panicky whimpers and gagging sounds.

After what seemed like an eternity, or to Ginny anyway, but was actually only about 10 seconds, Snape relaxed his grip and pulled Ginny off his cock by her hair.

He tugged hard on her ponytail, forcibly tilting her head back so she was looking up at him. Ginny’s lips were puffy and swollen, her eyes watering, but she was unmistakeably aroused.

“You like that?” Snape demanded huskily. “Being treated like a whore? On your knees with a thick cock buried in your throat?”

Ginny let out a needy whimper; something in his words caused waves of desire to sweep through her.

“Put your hands behind your back,” Snape instructed suddenly.

Ginny looked up in surprise. “What?”

Snape gave her a look, a look that spoke volumes of what the consequences would be if she failed to obey.

“Okay,” she murmured, complying without further complaint.

Snape jerked on her hair. “You will address me as Sir,” he commanded.

“Yes, Sir,” Ginny answered quickly.

Before she knew what was happening, Snape had his wand out and was aiming it at her. Ginny closed her eyes, sure she was about to experience the Cruciatus for the first time.

“Incarcerous.”

Instead of torturous pain, Ginny found that her arms had been snugly bound behind her back.

Then, Snape got to his feet and stood inches away from her, his erect cock bobbing in front of her lips. His hand tangled in her long hair and forced her mouth down over his slick shaft.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Good little whore, swallowing her professor’s cock.”

Snape began rhythmically fucking Ginny’s mouth, his balls slapping against her chin with each harsh thrust.

Ginny had completely given herself over to the Headmaster’s control. The was he was using her, talking to her, treating her like a slut, it made her pussy throb with desire. Yet, with her hands tied tightly, there was nothing she could do for relief.

She tried her best to relax her throat, to ease the bruising sensation of the thick cock pistoning its way brutally into her.

Soon, she felt the familiar tightening that told of his imminent orgasm. Ginny let out a muffled moan in anticipation of the mouthful of cum she was sure to receive.

Snape, it seemed, had other ideas.

“You’re a greedy little cum whore, aren’t you,” he murmured, giving several sharp jabbing thrusts of his cock. This caused some rather delicious gagging sounds from his partner, which only served to heighten his arousal.

Then, just as Ginny was getting ready to accept his seed, he yanked her harshly back off his cock.

She whined needily, but he just ignored it.

“Open your mouth, slut. And stick out your tongue.”

“Yes, sir,” Ginny replied and complied instantly.

Holding her firmly in place, Snape wrapped his other hand around his thick erection and began to stroke quickly. It took only a couple of tugs, before he was groaning his release, shooting ropes of thick, sticky cum all over Ginny’s upturned face.

Ginny flicked her tongue out eagerly, desperate for the taste of her professor’s seed.

Snape paused for a moment, revelling in the erotic sight of the girl in front of him, her face coated with his cum, her tongue greedily lapping up as much as she could reach.

“You look good like that,” he praised. “On your knees, where you belong. My cum all over your face, marking you as mine.”

Then slowly, he fed his softening cock back into Ginny’s willing mouth.

“Clean me up, there’s a good little cocksucker.”

Ginny didn’t need telling twice. She began suckling on her professor’s cock greedily, desperate to taste every last drop of his juices.

When she is done, the Headmaster withdrew from her mouth once again, and began to tuck himself away. Once dressed, he turned to where Ginny still knelt, arms bound and cum dripping down her face.

He reached out a finger and pushed a trickle of cum nearer to her mouth, watching her tongue flicker out to accept it, sucking his finger in as though it were his cock.

Then he reached for his wand and removed the bindings on her arms. A second spell removed the last traces of his seed from her body, though Ginny could still smell the musky scent of sex in the air.

“You may return to your tower now, Miss Weasley.”

Ginny looked at her Headmaster in surprise; he was acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened, as if he hadn’t just shot his load over her face.

“Sir?” she questioned in a small voice.

Snape looked at her, and Ginny was relieved to see the remnants of lust in his eyes. “That will be all for this evening. Hopefully you will have learned your lesson.”

Ginny squirmed, feeling her own juices trickling between her pussy lips.

Snape’s eyes trailed down her body knowingly. “However, I think we should continue your punishment tomorrow night, just to be on the safe side.”

Ginny let out a soft whimper and nodded eagerly. “Yes, sir.”

Snape walked closer and slid one hand underneath her skirt. Forcing his way between her thighs, he gave her pussy a sharp spank.”

“That belongs to me now,” he growled. “You will not touch yourself tonight. You will not cum unless I give you permission to do so, do I make myself clear?”

Ginny nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Good slut,” Snape praised. “I’ll have you properly trained in no time.”

He allowed one finger to slip under the elastic of Ginny’s soaking panties, and slowly teased along the edge of her pussy.

When she felt Snape’s finger forcing its way inside, Ginny couldn’t help but grind down against it.

“Not tonight, slut,” Snape chided, slowly withdrawing his finger. “I’m saving your tight cunt for tomorrow. Now clean my finger. I want you to taste yourself.”

Ginny again suckled on the finger that was thrust into her mouth. She was pleasantly surprised by the taste - it wasn’t that bad.

Once done, Snape returned to his desk and seated himself in his chair. “You are dismissed,” he said. “I shall expect you at 8pm sharp tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir.” Ginny nodded her head slowly and then turned to the door. As she reached out for the handle, she heard the headmaster speak again.

“And don’t be late, Miss Weasley,” Snape advised, lust still edging his tones. “I’d hate to have to punish you further.”

“No, sir, I won’t be.” And Ginny knew she wouldn’t. with the prospect of having her cunt filled by the Headmaster’s thick cock, she would be there bang on time - however tempted the prospect of being ‘punished’ might be.