Wizard's Porn

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TWO: DAISY



‘Max’ thrust hard into ‘Daisy’s’ sheath as she busily devoured ‘Jake’s’ dick into scarlet-painted lips. Max’s face was a picture of pure bliss as he moved, but in reality he was bored to tears, and glad of the potion that kept him hard and able to come over and over again. He’d be as limp as a piece of cooked spaghetti without the potion keeping him up. Daisy was a ‘Theatre Virgin’ – she’d never been on stage before.



But at eighteen, with a far-from-tight snatch and easy mouth like hers, there was no doubting she’d fucked and sucked her way through half of Hogwarts – the male half, to be precise.



He was over six feet tall, a chiselled body built of muscle without a scrap of fat, his long black hair hung down his tanned back, brushing his firm rear as he thrust. His face was characteristically handsome, and he’d chosen it from the illustration on the cover of one of his non-interested wife’s bodice rippers.



“That’s it, you little slut, moan around my dick…” groaned Jake as he threw his head back in fake rapture as he came down the throat of what muggles would describe as a walking-talking-Barbie-doll. Her nose was pressed into his nest of dark brown pubic hair as he held her in place with a hand on the back of her neck.



Max, however, was nowhere near climax, instead pulling out of the far-from-tight heat he’d been pounding into; choosing instead to bring himself to orgasm with his hand. At least his fist was tighter than the well-used hole he’d been fucking this evening – and they didn’t call it ‘hung like a porn star’ for nothing.



Neither Max nor Jake were impressed with her, and they doubted the audience would be either. This was the Dom theatre, and the sub didn’t follow the rules. Her backside and tits were red-raw from the spankings she’d earned for her disobedience. She’d earned her first paddling for faking it; despite the fact that they’d forbidden her to come!



Their wage was going to be the bare minimum tonight. And Daisy would wilt away to one of the lesser venues, or to a Knockturn Alley brothel. Max wished that their usual sub, Kitty, was here; she was brilliant – a good fuck as well as a nice person when the curtain fell. Kitty knew the rules of sexual submission as well as what the audience wanted.



Daisy whimpered in complaint, wriggling in her bonds over the padded ‘table’ that put her face and sex at a fuckable and accessable height. She pouted a sulky face at Max, biting her lower lip.



“Don’t sulk, slut.” He said, punctuating his words with sharp slaps to her far too bony rear, “You.” slap “Haven’t.” slap “Behaved.” slap “Well.” slap “Enough.” slap “To.” slap “Earn.” slap “The.” slap “Reward.” slap “Of.” slap “Me.” slap “Coming” slap “In.” slap “Your.” slap “Cunt.” SLAP.



“Sorry Master Max.” she whimpered, desperate to come, but unfulfilled with her stimulation taken away. She’d never been so horny in her life! And she’d never been so sore either! She enjoyed a bit of spanking, but not this much.



SLAP.



“Did we give you permission to speak, slut?” Max snapped.



“Maaaaaaaaster, I neeeeed to come!” she said saucily in a voice that normally got her what she wanted.



Jake rolled his eyes, that was their tip out of the window. Couldn’t the silly bint follow a simple command? Shut up only had two syllables, it wasn’t complicated.



“Five words too many, slut, and five lashes for each word makes twenty-five. Count them in your head, in silence, for your disobedience!” Jake yelled. Flicking the small whip over the backs of her thighs. He was a seasoned Dom and performer – long before it was made legal by the ministry – he’d had some horrors beneath him, but this one was an all time low.



Dominance and Submission was an art of respect and trust; he had absolutely no respect for the hussy before him; and he didn’t trust her as far as he could throw her!



“Ow!” she cried. “That hurt!”



Max and Jake couldn’t believe it. This one was beyond stupid.



Stopping his masturbation to reach for a gag on a close-by table that held her mouth open in an ‘o’, Max spoke in an exasperated voice:



“Seeing as you can’t shut up – we’ll have to make you.” Jake stepped to the ‘toy table’, picked up his wand, walking around to the position Max had just occupied. He pressed his wand into her dripping slit, over her clit and into her anus, whispering.



Daisy moaned, salivating around the gag, the fluid dribbling down her chin and onto the padded bench. The spell used hit all of her pleasure spots simultaneously, she’d come in minutes at this rate!



‘Finally’ she thought, lapping up the sensation, rather than fighting it.



“Awww… the slut likes it.” Jake said with a fed-up facial expression, shaking his head at the manager who stood at stage left with a handful of scarlet customer complaint forms.



“Oh yeah; she likes it too much though.” Max said, adding little silver clamps to her nipples. “Remember, slut, you come when we say you can, not when you want to. You’ve already disappointed us too many times tonight – don’t do it again.”



Max unceremoniously inserted his dick into her mouth through the open ring; knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to hold back her orgasm; ending the performance once and for all. He pushed in until there was no more length left to be swallowed, dragging himself out as she started to buck and cry out in rapture.



A sharp crack sounded, followed by Jake’s voice, “You bad slut, we didn’t say you could come.”



Max placed just the head of his dick in her mouth as he scooped her saliva onto his fingers and began to fist the rest of his shaft. She continued to cry out and moan, writhing in pleasure in her bonds.



“I think the slut’s gonna come again.” Max said, pushing his cock back into her mouth to the hilt before pulling it out and continuing to stroke it.



“Such a bad, bad, bad slut.” Jake said, removing the charm on her pussy so he could enter his re-hardened cock back into it; impaling her without mercy as she screamed in orgasm.



Max, finally finding the stimulation and inspiration to climax, pulled from her mouth to splash thick ropes of white over her face, Jake following his lead and ejaculating another load over her arse and back.



The curtain dropped.



“Did you have to spank me so much?” Daisy said as she was untied.



“Yeah. We did.” Jake growled, he’d never been so pissed off in his life. He’d been thinking of their regular sub, Kitty, all the way through that two hours.



Kitty was the perfect submissive, knew the rules and broke them (occasionally) on command with subtle hints from both Doms – just to keep the audience happy. They apologised to her for making her misbehave with other subtle gestures the audience didn’t spot from their viewpoints. She had a natural figure that hadn’t been altered with engorgio charms (unlike Daisy); in fact, Kitty barely had breasts, but the A-cup mounds gave her a more innocent appearance and were a heck of a lot more sensitive than this tart’s transfigured tits. Kitty was the sole carer for her very frail Grandmother, and the old lady had taken a turn for the worse that morning, so she’d had to cancel her performance at the last minute.



Cancellations were what the Theatre Virgins longed for, as it was the only real opportunity for them to get on stage; the professionals monopolised the arenas with their popularity among the paying viewers. Kitty had (once upon a time) been one of those to fill in for a cancellation, she’d had work ever since.



“Why?” she asked, running her fingers through her come-covered blonde hair. Max blinked in disbelief. “Ewwww! You came in my hair!”



“Give me reason why I’d come anywhere else?” Max said, forgetting her question, “It’s an improvement, at least now the collars and cuffs match; but only because they’re both covered in spunk. If you’re gonna go blonde on top, then do the same between your legs.”



“Eugh!” she said, looking horrified.



“We spanked you almost to the point of drawing blood because you were incapable of following orders!” Jake yelled, wrapping the thin cotton robe around him.



“You told me not to come, and then fucked me? What did you expect?” she said, tutting and turning her head to the side.



“You agreed to a dual Dom performance, with your role as the submissive! This wasn’t a teenage quidditch team spit roasting!” Max said, pinching the bridge of his nose to distract him from the headache that was coming on.



“I let you tie me up and fuck me from both ends!” she said, “And it bloody hurt when you spanked me, and whipped me, and paddled me!”



“You had no idea about what you got yourself into, did you?” Jake said, realising too late that the young woman didn’t actually understand the rules of Dominance and Submission. “You chose a safe word and signal – if you were in too much pain you should have used them!”



“Well, I know that I should have used them now, don’t I?” she huffed, turning her nose up at the two men.



“You’re playing games you don’t understand the rules of. You put yourself in danger. You put us in danger. A dominant expects a sub to tell them when it’s too much!” Max bellowed, “You are a stupid little slut who shagged her way through Hogwarts and think she can be a pornographic performer. Let me tell you, Daisy, you haven’t got what it takes! I got better orgasms from my wife twenty years ago! And she was the personification of frigid! You’re nothing more than a tart and whore – and after tonight’s crap performance – you’ll never work in this industry again!”



“You can’t talk to me like that!” she screamed.



“He just did.” Jake said, shaking his head.



Both dominants moved to storm off, when the manager stopped them.



“Your wages.” He said, handing out three small bags.



“Hey! I was told you got well paid here!” Daisy whimpered.



“You do, if the tips are good enough. Your performance gained us none. The auditorium wasn’t full to begin with, so we’re walking away with ten galleons each.” Jake said, disgusted. With Kitty, they normally hit the treble figure mark with tips.



“I’ve never received such a low wage in my life!” Max cried. Storming off in the direction of the showers.



“Max, we’ve had another cancellation, for tomorrow, and after the shit excuse for a performance tonight, I don’t want a Theatre Virgin fucking it up again.” The little bald man shot a death glare at Daisy, “I want a pro on this one. It’s a private booking with six couples watching – they’re paying to hire one of the new bigger private rooms – and they’re paying one hundred galleons a couple for this one! Get there half an hour early.”



“Sure. I’ll do it.” Max said, walking off to shower. As the stall door closed, he removed the glamour. The tanned skin turned almost albino-pale; the long dark hair shortened slightly and became a real platinum blonde; the figure didn’t change, but two tattoos became visible: one on his right shoulder, the other on his left arm.