What Lucius Wants

A/N: Magic exists, the Boy-Who-Lives doesn’t.

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It was a cool summer evening in London, just before midnight and I was silently watching the entrance of a gay bar for possible marks. I was standing under an invisibility cloak as I …

Ok, maybe I should explain that. I can do magic, and apparently so could my long deceased parents, and the only thing that I was left with when I was given to my Aunt and Uncle (useless fuckers) was a backpack that they couldn’t open. I could. The backpack could fit anything in it (dead useful for living on the streets) and contained a couple of pictures of my folks, a broomstick (which I have since figured out how to ride – what a rush!) and this cloak that if I put it on no one can see me. Which is good as I need to be able to make eye contact with a potential mark to slip into his mind and see what he really wants.

Yes, I said slip into his mind. Apparently I can read minds – how cool is that? I have in the six years of my street life learned more about witches and wizards and some of their spells from reading their minds and from nicking books from magical bookstores here and there. I can do something called Legilimency and Occulmency and I can Apparate and am pretty good at transfiguring things like my clothes and small objects into larger more useful ones. I’ve never gone to one of those fancy schools for magic kids and I don’t have a wand, but I’ve certainly found a way to use what I can do to make my life and … er… career… easier.

Ok, so where was I? Oh yeah, I was across the street from this hot muggle nightclub, scanning for potential marks. This nightclub was actually one of the less slutty clubs in London, and I was looking for men leaving without obvious fuck buddies or partners by their side. I was scanning the minds of the more exquisitely tailored (and hence richer) men as they exited the club. I was scanning for a customer, for someone willing to pay for an hour of guilty pleasure. So far I’d only had one prospect: a grandfatherly type in loud but expensive clothes who was looking for an innocent pre-pubescent boy to fuck. My seriously fucked up childhood of abuse and scarce food had left me on the diminutive side, and as I regularly remove all my body hair (via a spell I’d created myself – damn I’m good) I could look younger than I am. But the old man wasn’t an exciting prospect and likely wouldn’t last long enough to make it interesting. I cast my mind at the next couple of men that came out of the club.

One was about six one and was dark and brooding: sexy in a kind of Christopher Walken way. He was hard to read (some people have really closed minds) but he seemed fixated on the S&M club a few blocks over that was his destination for the evening. And he wanted to be dominated by a leather-clad, burly biker type as he was helplessly bound and willing.

Sometimes I hate being 5’ 6”.

His companion though… was sex walking in form fitting leather pants and a tight cashmere grey sweater. He was carrying a silver-topped walking stick which should have looked like a ridiculous affectation, but which just looked sexy as hell. Ohmigawd. A little under six feet, broad shouldered trim narrow waist and from what I could see, an ass to die for. Gods… The blond, aristocratic, virile definition of sex was having some interesting thoughts indeed.

Oh fuck. The stunning blond (and when I say blond I mean mind-blowing-ly beautiful platinum thick gorgeous hair), with that great body and chiseled features with icy blue eyes, (those eyes so wonderfully offset by that sinfully tight sweater) was thinking about finding a sweet young boy… dressed as a sweet young girl. Specifically dressed in a high school uniform with an indecently short skirt with something frilly and lacey peaking out the bottom. And a black lace bra under the barely buttoned up almost transparent white uniform blouse. He was thinking about the non-regulation heels that his fantasy girl/boy would wear and the form fitting stocking that would showcase the beautiful young legs that he would wrap around himself as he fucked his cross-dressed boy up his tight little ass with the skirt flapping around his throbbing cock as he pounded into his delectable young treat.

Oh my… I was getting turned on just scanning his thoughts….

I quickly assessed the path the two men would take to the S&M club and still wearing my cloak, I apparated up a block and hid in a recessed doorway to become exactly what he wanted. I transfigured my tight shorts in to a very short pleated skirt, my black wife-beater undershirt into a black lacey bra and the grey mesh top into the requisite white blouse. I transfigured my underwear and shoes and socks to match the mental image the sexy blond had been contemplating, although I made the shoes a bit more manageable than the stilettos my blond hottie had envisioned.

My admittedly sexy black locks were already down to my shoulder blades, so I left that as was. My backpack holds all my toys and accessories, and I thought about what I needed and the requested items were within reach when I reached inside. My stash of makeup and thick black leather collar came out of the pack. I expertly outlined my often-remarked upon gorgeous emerald eyes, and put a bit of shiny pink lip gloss on. The not heavily studded collar was fastened around my neck (although this wasn’t in his fantasy I was pretty sure he’d like it). I also withdrew from the pack a couple of silicone bra inserts that I’d purchased a couple of years ago for just such occasions. After I carefully stuffed my bra, I finally transfigured the backpack into a small purse, leaving my cell phone and the lube near the top, and then took off my cloak and stuffed it into my newly transformed purse. I peered around the edge of the recessed doorway to see if my hoped-for customer was still heading this way. Perfect. I stepped out of the doorway and started walking towards the two men.

I stopped next to a dark blue sedan and pretended to be talking on my cell while trying to dig something out of my purse as the men approached. In spite of not facing the men, I could still sense the instant my seriously hot blond became aware of my presence. A soft gasp heralded the blond’s appreciation of the carefully crafted vision before him. He stopped walking for a moment to just drink in the sinful sight presented to him.

Knowing that I had him hooked, I fumbled and dropped a compact from my purse. I then bent down, deliberately showing him my heavy balls and cock encased in their white frilly lace thong and slowly straightened up, stowing away the compact. Another gasp as my sexy mark subtly adjusted his rapidly hardening cock underneath his leather pants. I casually glanced back and made eye contact.

Ohmigawd a man that sexy should be illegal. Fuck he was gorgeous. My own prick hardened as my gaze remained locked on my soon-to-be sexual conquest. I deliberately broke eye contact and looked away shyly. I could hear a hurried conversation behind me, as my own personal sex god made excuses to his suddenly smirking friend. They parted ways and I held my breath as finally my much-anticipated client approached.

“See som…” My usually coy come-on was swallowed up as my sexpot lifted me off my feet and deposited my lace-covered ass on the hood of the parked car and proceeded to devour my mouth with his own. I felt hungry hands reach under my skirt and stoke me roughly as my mouth was plundered by the hot horny tongue of the domineering demanding blond. I moaned around the thrusting tongue and wrapped my legs around the blond’s waist. My hot blond pulled our hips together and I could feel just how hot I was making the blond as his leather-covered cock ground against my scanty panties.

My personal sex god started to kiss and suck on my sensitive neck, as his fingers found their way to my ass, and as the head of his walking stick ground against my cock pushing it almost painfully back against my stomach. Oh fuck. Oh sweet Merlin… One hand was playing with the lace of my thong and gliding over my hole as the other ground the walking stick against me. Gods, I was turned on. And just as I thought it couldn’t possibly get much hotter than almost fucking in public with this seriously slutty, utterly hot hunk, I was proven wrong: the man who was making me melt, started to speak.

“You want this don’t you, baby? You want me to lift that sexy slutty skirt and slam into your willing ass? You want me to take you right here, bent over the hood of this car, as people walk by as I pound into your hot tight hole? You want me to shoot my load in your hot little passage until you’re dripping with my sperm. I’m going to cum in you and on you, and you’re going to bend over in that skimpy little skirt and blow me while anyone who passes by can fuck your waiting hole, aren’t you?”

Gods, his low sexy purr was sheer lust. His rough low voice made me tremble with need, and honestly I would do anything and everything he said. I was ready to cum just listening to his sinfully slutty suggestions.

“You look good enough to eat, my beautiful baby. Can you feel my cock just waiting, wanting to slide into to you? Can you feel me throbbing against you? Can you feel this, my lovely whore?”

Ohmigawd. The head of his cane was pressing into my hole (thank Merlin for self-lubrication spells). He was slowly, insistently thrusting his cane against my hole, slowly pushing, pressing, a little more… Oh sweet fucking Merlin… Oh Gods…the head of his cane was in my ass. That lovely silver knob was in my ass, and I’m pretty sure he whispered a spell because suddenly the cane was moving of its own accord as his hands found my cock. I was no longer resting against the car, but fully supported by my legs around his waist and his cane up my ass.

Fuck it was seriously slutty, and I was seriously turned on. I wanted it; I wanted everything this man would do to me. I wanted… Oh … the cane just hit my sweet spot… Oh fuck… I tightened my legs around my sweet sexy man as a frisson of pure lust ran through me.

Oh Gods he was speaking again.

“Your ass is mine, pretty boy. Do you like that, angel? Do you like the feel of my cane in your ass, getting you ready for my hot heavy cock? Does that feel good, my wanton little whore? You should see yourself, being fucked by my cane, body open and ready for me. Turn around angel. Turn around and bend over the car, let me see that taut ass, let me see that waiting hole. Oh sweet Merlin! Fuck yourself, let me see those talented fingers in your hot horny hole.”

I turned around and I groaned in disappointment as he withdrew the cane. I bent over the hood of the car. He put his fingers in my mouth, and I sucked his fingers as his other hand rubbed and lightly smacked my willing ass. I awkwardly reached behind me and quickly thrust my two fingers into my hole, pushing aside the lacey fabric of my frilly thong.

“Oh yes, my sweet sexy angel. That’s right, fuck yourself. Make yourself ready for my hot hard cock. Yes! Push your fingers in deeper, shove them in. Show me how ready you are to be fucked my pretty baby. How ready you are to take it up the sweet young ass.”

I was all but humping the hood of the car. My fingers had brushed my prostate and I couldn’t wait for him to shamelessly take me for all to see, for him to drive home in my begging ass, and to feel his heavy cock as it rammed inside of me.

Oh! Apparently he couldn’t wait either. A quick zip of a hastily lowered zipper and all of a sudden I felt the head of his huge horny cock breach the ring of my throbbing ready hole. I moaned around the fingers in my mouth. He slammed all the way in in one vicious thrust as I screamed around his fingers. Oh fuck that hurt. Oh Gods… Oh…

“You should see your pretty skirt riding up as I pound into your ass. You should see the pretty picture you make my angel as I thoroughly fuck your sweet young ass, as I fill your horny hole with my fat cock. So pretty my angel, so beautiful. Ah… I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re never going to walk straight again. I’m going to fuck you so hard it hurts. Oh baby, that’s it baby, clench around me. Oh yes! Oh Baby!”

And it did hurt. My cock was trapped against the unforgiving metal of the hood of the car. My ass felt like it was torn in two – man he was huge. And I was repeatedly slammed against the hood of the car, only having one hand to brace myself as my other was on his hip. Yes it hurt.

But the pain and the sheer wantonness of the act, the utter balls of this man taking me on a public street (albeit at midnight) and the delicious thrill of not knowing what he would do next, what I would allow him to do next, overrode the pain, made it seem unimportant as my balls tightened and my prick seemed impossibly hard as he rode me against the car. Gods. Oh… I’m going to Ahhhh! Oh Gods he’s cumming in my ass…

It was more than I could take and I came all over my lace panties, all over the hood of the car and he was still thrusting in me as his cock emptied inside my ass. Oh fuck.

He rested momentarily against my back, pressing me into the dark metal of the car more fully. Then he slowly withdrew and that sexy voice gave me my next order.

“Suck me, slut. Clean my cock of the taste of your ass and my juices. Bend over, leaving that pretty piece of ass sticking proudly out as you wrap your cock-sucking mouth around my meat. I want to see those pouty lips slide along my cock, I want you to lick and suck me clean, while that sexy skirt bares your ass to the world.”

I slid off the hood of the car and bent at the waist so my back was horizontal and my ass was facing outwards to the sidewalk, my ass facing the direction of the club he had just came from. I felt incredibly vulnerable and utterly turned on. I took his half-hard cock and slowly sucked the head into my eager mouth. I glided my tongue over his cock-head. I could taste my own ass, and its muskiness and the saltiness of his cum as I ran my tongue along his cock. I took the head out of my mouth and slowly, languidly sucked my way along the length of his cock, my tongue hard at work as I sought to clean him of his juices. He was hardening again under my ministrations.

“Oh yes, baby. That’s right my young slut. Now take it, Open that sexy cock-sucking mouth, open those pouting lips and take it all. Oh fuck. Oh yes. Oh…”

And as I sucked him down my throat, as I relaxed my throat muscles to grant him further access. I felt a rough hand on my ass. I shivered in both fear and a delicious anticipation. As I ran my tongue along my hot man’s cock, I felt another cock suddenly slam into me. I screamed around the cock in my mouth, but experience kept me from biting down or clenching my jaw. Oh Gods.

The grunts of the man roughly slamming into me from behind seemed to be the signal for my sexy sex god as he started fucking my face. He roughly grabbed my hair and held my head still as he fucked my face. Ohmigawd, I was getting it from both ends on a public sidewalk in the middle of London. I felt incandescently raunchy and utterly slutty and it was hotter than anything I’d ever done. And after more than four years in the business, I’d done a lot.

My blond had gone silent in the presence of the other man. The only sounds I heard was their grunts and groans as they both thrust inwards at the same time, pressing my spine upwards, arching my back as I was filled from both ends.

Unbelievably I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered and a cock being roughly stroked as I was thoroughly fucked. Someone was jerking off as I was being taken on the ride of my life. I saw the flash of a muggle camera as my luscious man finally emptied his load in my mouth. I tried to take it all, but he pulled out and shot his cum all over my face. The man at my ass came immediately after. And I felt a hot pulse of cum hit my back.

The man at my ass pulled out, and I sank to my knees in front of my blond, my fake breasts heaving in my sex sodden shirt, my skirt rumpled but still in place, my stockings ripped beyond repair. I felt a ripple of magic and the head of that cane, somehow shortened, was back in my ass as I knelt at his feet, and another spell had my beautiful blond affixing a leash to my collar.

I looked up as the blond spoke.

“You’re mine. Your beautiful ass and hungry mouth belong to me now, understand my angel?”

“Yes, Master.”

And with those two words my world changed completely and utterly. I’d be his for as long as he’d have me. Utterly, inescapably his.

I sighed in utter contentment, as he lead me on the leash, off the street and into our new lives together.