Hermione the prostitute

Hermione had dressed as ordered, wearing her hair in pigtails and the Hogwarts school uniform, a plain black bra and white cotton panties that were already wet in anticipation. She raised her hand, paused, then knocked twice on her former teacher’s varnished Oak door.

The door creaked as it opened; Hermione looked inside but couldn’t see anyone, only a roaring fire inside the living room visible to her.
“Come in Miss Granger” the unmistakable dry soul-less voice of Severus Snape called out from the darkness and made Hermione shiver. The young prostitute took a deep breath and walked in two steps, before the door creaked on its hinges and closed behind her causing Hermione to jump. She was shocked at her own behaviour; she had serviced some of the more unsavoury characters both Pure Blood’s and Muggle’s but none had made her tremble with fear as she did now.
“What are you waiting for Miss Grainger, wont you come join me in the lounge”

Hermione willed her legs to function properly and finally they did, she took small steps making her way towards the roaring fire in front of her. She stood in front of the fire and looked around, finally she saw him, sitting in a large armchair in the shadows to her right. He hadn’t changed one bit since her days at Hogwarts.
“W-w-w-what would you like me to do for you sir?” Hermione stuttered.
“Laevus dextera iugo” Snape raised his wand. Suddenly Hermione felt her hands being drawn together until they touched, she tried to move them but was unable.
“Sublatum” Hermione’s hands now lifted her off the floor as though they were being pulled until she was hanging, about five feet off of the floor.
“Well done Miss Granger” Snape said, looking the young prostitute up and down. He rose and came to her, stopping just inches from her. She looked down on him, realising his head was at the same height as her pussy that was getting wetter and wetter. Snape reached for her skirt and lifted it up, smiling at the sight of Hermione Granger’s damp panties in front of him.

“Commoror” he said, and the skirt remained where it was as he removed his hand from it. He then pulled Hermione’s panties down, smiling at the realisation that his girl was freshly shaved. He continued to pull her underwear down revealing her fresh teenage pussy that glistened with the evidence of the young prostitutes arousal. Snape reached out with his tongue and ran it up the entrance to Hermione’s womanhood tasting her sweet juices. Hermione whimpered softly and Snape smiled to himself once again. He parted the lips of her pussy with his fingers and began to nibble lightly on them, hearing more whimpering from above he pressed on, finding her clitoris and taking it between his teeth as he lightly sucked on it and Hermione let out an unmistakeable moan of pleasure.

Hermione was in heaven, her previous jobs had never been so good at pleasuring her, she had always needed to finger herself after a job had been finished in order to get the slightest hint of satisfaction. Now she felt the orgasm building up inside her, all of her lust and sexual frustration coming to the surface as her former professor sucked on her clit. She was nearly there. Then it all stopped.