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Cleaning the Kitchen Floor
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 13 ~ Cleaning the Kitchen Floor
Severus read two more magazines then stood, picking up his cup and saucer and heading for the kitchen. He heard a swishing kind of noise he didn't recognize and opened the door quietly, wanting to see what the witch was up to. His black eyes glittered as he looked at Hermione, kneeling on the floor, scrubbing it with a scrub brush, her body jerking back and forth from her efforts, her ass up in the air and breasts swinging rhythmically. Severus could clearly see the lips of her vulva, covered with soft chestnut down, hiding her prize inside.
The wizard got an erection instantly as the witch worked, unaware of his presence. Quietly he set his cup and saucer on the table, crouched and crept up behind the witch, moving on his hands and the balls of his feet. He lowered his boxers, then slowly let his knees hit the floor, grasping his swollen cock in one hand. Severus eased toward the unsuspecting Hermione, then suddenly wrapped one arm around her waist and entered her, pressing his loins tight against her ass as he slid in up to his balls…not too hard, just quickly as he curled around her. Hermione shrieked at the sudden penetration as the wizard groaned, a thin smile on his face as his eyes closed with pleasure for a moment.
"Oh my gods, Severus! What do you think you're doing?" she cried jerkily as the wizard thrust in and out of her.
The wizard's eyes snapped back open.
"Fucking you. Now keep scrubbing," he hissed, bent over her, his forearm wrapped securely around her waist as he hunched into her pussy, which was lubing up nicely.
He wanted her to wash the floor as he fucked her? Gods, the man was twisted. He was sick. Sexually deviant.
But damn he felt good.
Hermione felt him remove his arm and straighten, his hands now gripping her waist pulling her back on him, hitting bottom with a little more power. A piercing ache began growing, her pussy clutching at him.
"Keep scrubbing, witch," he breathed, stroking her hard.
Hermione shakily reached into the bucket with the brush and started scrubbing the floor again, her body jerking both from her efforts and the Potions Master bouncing off her ass. The scrubbing made her body move side to side a bit, changing the angle of her pussy under Severus' stroke, the wizard hissing in pleasure as he sped up.
"Scrub harder, cover more floor area," he breathed, tearing into the witch who was crying out now, but obeying, her arm reaching out farther and farther in an arc, her body twisting as she did so, Severus riding her strongly, groaning with pleasure as he watched her try to work. Oh, this was good. Finally he hit her so hard she collapsed on the floor. The wizard didn't let up, continuing to fuck her while she was prone and shrieking, sliding her body forward through the suds, staring at the little bow of her apron straps tied around the small of her back.
"Yes," he growled, bouncing off Hermione's buttocks as she slid across the glistening, floor, his cock burrowing hungrily between her cheeks over and over, the Potions Master walking on his hands to stay with her.
Suddenly, the wizard flipped her over. Suds and water clung to her breasts, belly and thighs. He threw the soaked apron up and lifted her legs, slamming his cock back into her hot, tight pussy, grimacing with pleasure. Even her scullery maid cap was wet, and the scrub brush was still clutched in her hand. Hermione's eyes were closed and she was yowling like a cat with its tail caught in a door.
Shit, this was kinky.
Severus tore into the witch, still sliding her along the floor. He saw they were approaching the dry area, and with one long pale arm, tilted the entire bucket over, soaking the entire kitchen floor, then driving the witch through the soapy water at least fifteen feet before the wall stopped them.
Severus' boxers were soaking wet, down around his thighs, heavy with water but he didn't care. Hermione's sweet, hot pussy was driving him wild, and he fucked her powerfully, her wet hands clutching at his back, spreading soap all over him. She must have used a lot of it.
He felt the witch tightening as her climax approached and buried himself into her desperately, racing to catch up, hissing, cursing and groaning, telling her to wait for him, then suddenly exploding, his hips locking as pleasure roared through him. Hermione followed with a shriek, almost folded against the wall, her small body quaking from the force of her release. Severus held himself tight against her until the last luscious pulse, then pulled out, panting, forcing himself to his feet, his chest heaving.
"Clean up this mess," he panted at the suds covered witch as he stepped out of his boxers and wrung them out over the floor.
Soap was even in Hermione's hair, which was exposed now, the cap lost from the witch's head sliding back and forth as the wizard moved her over the floor, jerking her body with his cock in the process.
Severus stumbled from the kitchen to the living room where he picked up his wand, scourgified himself and fell into the armchair, reclining it, panting deeply. He had simply meant to return the cup to the kitchen and go back to reading. But seeing Hermione's bouncing breasts and twisting buttocks as she scrubbed the floor proved too much for him. He had to have a go. It would have never happened if she weren't so overzealous. He had told her to simply mop the floor, not scrub it.
So she could blame herself. He lay there in the chair, waiting for his heart to slow so he could continue his reading.
That had been an unexpected tryst, but good just the same.
Hermione finally managed to ease herself up from the floor, her legs feeling like jelly, her body covered in scrub water. Her apron clung wetly to her thighs, her pubic hair visible through it. Her hair was wet and felt nasty clinging to her back.
She couldn't believe him. Just couldn't. The Professor was like the kind of man one would read about in kinky sex novels. She had no idea he was like this. But again, he hadn't been horrible. He felt unbelievable as he took her and in the way he took her. He was an animal in every sense of the word.
Well, Mr. Animal was going to clean her up. She pushed through the kitchen door and stalked in front of his chair, her hands on her hips and dripping, the scullery maid cap in her hand.
He looked up at her, taking in her bedraggled look.
"You look like you were in a boating accident," he commented. The suds had all melted away now. She was just soaked from head to toe.
"Scourgify me," she demanded, "I'm not going back to the shower now."
The wizard studied her and decided this would be the most expedient route, especially if she were going to finish the kitchen. He picked up his wand and flicked it at her lazily, cleaning her body and her hair and drying her apron and cap. Hermione quickly twisted up her hair, piled it on her head and pulled the cap on…stalking back into the kitchen without a word.
"The mop is in the closet!" Severus called to her, picking up the magazine he'd been reading and continuing the article.
A little shriek of irritation answered him, and the wizard smiled.
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Hermione got all the water mopped up, cleaned out the cooler and the pantry, put the supplies back, grabbed the feather duster and walked into the living room. She sat down in the armchair next to Severus, and leaned back, closing her eyes.
Severus arched an eyebrow at her.
"Finished with the kitchen?" he asked her.
Hermione nodded.
"Yes, finally," she replied tiredly.
"It took you long enough," the Potions Master responded.
Hermione sat straight up in the chair, scowling at him.
"Well if a certain randy wizard didn't come in there, turning the entire floor into a sexual waterslide, not to mention me into a toboggan, I would have finished much sooner," she seethed at him.
Severus went back to his magazine for a moment, then replied, "Well if a certain little witch wasn't shaking her ass about like a jiggling beacon calling me to port, there would have been no waterslide or toboggan. No one told you to scrub the floor."
"It needed a thorough cleaning," she spat.
"And you needed a thorough fucking," the wizard replied, turning a page. "It all worked out in the end."
Severus went back to reading.
Disgusted with his flippant attitude, Hermione stood up and started dusting the living room, ass and breasts bouncing and wriggling under the wizard's hooded gaze. Hermione was much more active when angry, much to Severus' appreciation.
Gods, he was loving this.
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A/N: Sorry for the short chappie, but I have something to go do, and wanted to post before I left. Anyway, I guess there's more than one way to scrub a floor. Lol. Don't ask me where that came from. I have no idea. Just seemed like some sudsy, wet fun in a setting other than a shower. Please review.
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Chapter 13 ~ Cleaning the Kitchen Floor
Severus read two more magazines then stood, picking up his cup and saucer and heading for the kitchen. He heard a swishing kind of noise he didn't recognize and opened the door quietly, wanting to see what the witch was up to. His black eyes glittered as he looked at Hermione, kneeling on the floor, scrubbing it with a scrub brush, her body jerking back and forth from her efforts, her ass up in the air and breasts swinging rhythmically. Severus could clearly see the lips of her vulva, covered with soft chestnut down, hiding her prize inside.
The wizard got an erection instantly as the witch worked, unaware of his presence. Quietly he set his cup and saucer on the table, crouched and crept up behind the witch, moving on his hands and the balls of his feet. He lowered his boxers, then slowly let his knees hit the floor, grasping his swollen cock in one hand. Severus eased toward the unsuspecting Hermione, then suddenly wrapped one arm around her waist and entered her, pressing his loins tight against her ass as he slid in up to his balls…not too hard, just quickly as he curled around her. Hermione shrieked at the sudden penetration as the wizard groaned, a thin smile on his face as his eyes closed with pleasure for a moment.
"Oh my gods, Severus! What do you think you're doing?" she cried jerkily as the wizard thrust in and out of her.
The wizard's eyes snapped back open.
"Fucking you. Now keep scrubbing," he hissed, bent over her, his forearm wrapped securely around her waist as he hunched into her pussy, which was lubing up nicely.
He wanted her to wash the floor as he fucked her? Gods, the man was twisted. He was sick. Sexually deviant.
But damn he felt good.
Hermione felt him remove his arm and straighten, his hands now gripping her waist pulling her back on him, hitting bottom with a little more power. A piercing ache began growing, her pussy clutching at him.
"Keep scrubbing, witch," he breathed, stroking her hard.
Hermione shakily reached into the bucket with the brush and started scrubbing the floor again, her body jerking both from her efforts and the Potions Master bouncing off her ass. The scrubbing made her body move side to side a bit, changing the angle of her pussy under Severus' stroke, the wizard hissing in pleasure as he sped up.
"Scrub harder, cover more floor area," he breathed, tearing into the witch who was crying out now, but obeying, her arm reaching out farther and farther in an arc, her body twisting as she did so, Severus riding her strongly, groaning with pleasure as he watched her try to work. Oh, this was good. Finally he hit her so hard she collapsed on the floor. The wizard didn't let up, continuing to fuck her while she was prone and shrieking, sliding her body forward through the suds, staring at the little bow of her apron straps tied around the small of her back.
"Yes," he growled, bouncing off Hermione's buttocks as she slid across the glistening, floor, his cock burrowing hungrily between her cheeks over and over, the Potions Master walking on his hands to stay with her.
Suddenly, the wizard flipped her over. Suds and water clung to her breasts, belly and thighs. He threw the soaked apron up and lifted her legs, slamming his cock back into her hot, tight pussy, grimacing with pleasure. Even her scullery maid cap was wet, and the scrub brush was still clutched in her hand. Hermione's eyes were closed and she was yowling like a cat with its tail caught in a door.
Shit, this was kinky.
Severus tore into the witch, still sliding her along the floor. He saw they were approaching the dry area, and with one long pale arm, tilted the entire bucket over, soaking the entire kitchen floor, then driving the witch through the soapy water at least fifteen feet before the wall stopped them.
Severus' boxers were soaking wet, down around his thighs, heavy with water but he didn't care. Hermione's sweet, hot pussy was driving him wild, and he fucked her powerfully, her wet hands clutching at his back, spreading soap all over him. She must have used a lot of it.
He felt the witch tightening as her climax approached and buried himself into her desperately, racing to catch up, hissing, cursing and groaning, telling her to wait for him, then suddenly exploding, his hips locking as pleasure roared through him. Hermione followed with a shriek, almost folded against the wall, her small body quaking from the force of her release. Severus held himself tight against her until the last luscious pulse, then pulled out, panting, forcing himself to his feet, his chest heaving.
"Clean up this mess," he panted at the suds covered witch as he stepped out of his boxers and wrung them out over the floor.
Soap was even in Hermione's hair, which was exposed now, the cap lost from the witch's head sliding back and forth as the wizard moved her over the floor, jerking her body with his cock in the process.
Severus stumbled from the kitchen to the living room where he picked up his wand, scourgified himself and fell into the armchair, reclining it, panting deeply. He had simply meant to return the cup to the kitchen and go back to reading. But seeing Hermione's bouncing breasts and twisting buttocks as she scrubbed the floor proved too much for him. He had to have a go. It would have never happened if she weren't so overzealous. He had told her to simply mop the floor, not scrub it.
So she could blame herself. He lay there in the chair, waiting for his heart to slow so he could continue his reading.
That had been an unexpected tryst, but good just the same.
Hermione finally managed to ease herself up from the floor, her legs feeling like jelly, her body covered in scrub water. Her apron clung wetly to her thighs, her pubic hair visible through it. Her hair was wet and felt nasty clinging to her back.
She couldn't believe him. Just couldn't. The Professor was like the kind of man one would read about in kinky sex novels. She had no idea he was like this. But again, he hadn't been horrible. He felt unbelievable as he took her and in the way he took her. He was an animal in every sense of the word.
Well, Mr. Animal was going to clean her up. She pushed through the kitchen door and stalked in front of his chair, her hands on her hips and dripping, the scullery maid cap in her hand.
He looked up at her, taking in her bedraggled look.
"You look like you were in a boating accident," he commented. The suds had all melted away now. She was just soaked from head to toe.
"Scourgify me," she demanded, "I'm not going back to the shower now."
The wizard studied her and decided this would be the most expedient route, especially if she were going to finish the kitchen. He picked up his wand and flicked it at her lazily, cleaning her body and her hair and drying her apron and cap. Hermione quickly twisted up her hair, piled it on her head and pulled the cap on…stalking back into the kitchen without a word.
"The mop is in the closet!" Severus called to her, picking up the magazine he'd been reading and continuing the article.
A little shriek of irritation answered him, and the wizard smiled.
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Hermione got all the water mopped up, cleaned out the cooler and the pantry, put the supplies back, grabbed the feather duster and walked into the living room. She sat down in the armchair next to Severus, and leaned back, closing her eyes.
Severus arched an eyebrow at her.
"Finished with the kitchen?" he asked her.
Hermione nodded.
"Yes, finally," she replied tiredly.
"It took you long enough," the Potions Master responded.
Hermione sat straight up in the chair, scowling at him.
"Well if a certain randy wizard didn't come in there, turning the entire floor into a sexual waterslide, not to mention me into a toboggan, I would have finished much sooner," she seethed at him.
Severus went back to his magazine for a moment, then replied, "Well if a certain little witch wasn't shaking her ass about like a jiggling beacon calling me to port, there would have been no waterslide or toboggan. No one told you to scrub the floor."
"It needed a thorough cleaning," she spat.
"And you needed a thorough fucking," the wizard replied, turning a page. "It all worked out in the end."
Severus went back to reading.
Disgusted with his flippant attitude, Hermione stood up and started dusting the living room, ass and breasts bouncing and wriggling under the wizard's hooded gaze. Hermione was much more active when angry, much to Severus' appreciation.
Gods, he was loving this.
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A/N: Sorry for the short chappie, but I have something to go do, and wanted to post before I left. Anyway, I guess there's more than one way to scrub a floor. Lol. Don't ask me where that came from. I have no idea. Just seemed like some sudsy, wet fun in a setting other than a shower. Please review.