The Secret Life of Pansy Parkinson

Pansy leaned over, reaching for the platter with the sandwiches on the lunch table in the Great Hall. As she did so, she made sure to let her breasts playfully graze Blaise\'s chest. Her early morning escapade had left her feeling flirty. And she didn\'t want sex with a girl. She wanted hardcore. A guy, maybe two or three.

Biting into her sandwich, Pansy scanned the table for Draco. Nowhere to be seen. He was probably somewhere training for the upcoming Quidditch match. Draco, now captain of the Slytherin team was practicing long and hard. Pansy was sure winning against Gryffendor and showing Potter was even more important to him than fucking his bitch. And, he was probably having his share of sex with the guys on the team while he was at it.

Well, Pansy wasn\'t going to wait for her boyfriend, when she could have sex with any Slytherin, and most likely most people from other houses, too.

Thinking this, she began to cut something with her knife, touching Blaise\'s hand while she did. He looked at her, and she smiled innocently back at him, batting her long eyelashes. Pansy\'s next move was to drop her silverware and lean under the table to retrieve it, making sure Blaise had a clear view of her butt while she did. When she sat back up, Pansy had somehow managed to move herself much closer to Blaise, and layed her hand on his thigh to push herself up. Looking at him, Pansy noticed he was blushing. Good. She didn\'t remove her hand from his thigh, and instead leaned even closer and whispered in his ear:

\"I\'m a bad girl, baby. You wanna be my bad, bad boy?\"

She winked suggestively. Blaise grinned widely, and grabbed her hand. He led her small hand to his cock, right there under the table. Pansy willigly followed his hand, unzipping the pants and grasping the already slightly errect cock in one fluid motion. She began to run her hand up and down the hairy cock, pushing the thin layer of skin up and down, stroking and fingering. Then she reached into his pants and pulled out one hairy testacle.

She looked at Blaise, and could see him biting his lip, trying not to moan out loud. Pansy smiled to herself. For Blaise, sex with challenges was the best, and letting her touch him, without making a sound was a challenge. Pansy knew what a loud lover he usually was, she had slept with Blaise on countless occasions. The two had even gone out last year, in sixth year. Of course, Pansy had never been serious about Blaise, after all, she had been promised to Draco since birth. Even so, Pansy knew that even after she was married to Draco, she would be seeing a lot of Blaise. And why should marraige stop her sex life from blossoming?

Pansy stroked the testacle, it fit her hand perfectly. She took both balls into her hands and held them in her palms, rubbing them gently. Then Pansy began to rub harder, still using her full hands she rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. She pulled her hands off, and began massaging the balls lightly then harder and harder, until she could tell Blaise was about to cum. Pansy pulled her hands off of the balls, and placed them on the throbbing cock again. The tip was already damp, and Pansy put her finger to her mouth, tasting his fluid. She licked her lips. Her hands were going up and down on his cock, as she kneaded it and played with his thin layer of skin. He cummed into her hand. Pansy grinned at Blaise, then took his hand and began to lead it up her own thigh.