Harry Potter, P.I. (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Threesome, Big Dick, Rough Sex

Summary: Inspired by Harry Potter, Private Eye. Daphne comes to Harry with a job, a job that he completes to her utmost satisfaction. Afterwards comes the matter of payment. Luckily, Harry's self-appointed secretary Pansy has IDEAS for how Daphne might repay Harry. It starts with her taking a position as the P.I.'s bookkeeper. It escalates quickly from there. 

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Another day, another case solved. As Harry unlocks the door to his office and steps inside, he clears his throat and calls out.

“I’m back.”

Didn’t used to be that way. Didn’t used to be that he had to say a thing, mostly because his office used to be empty whenever he returned to it. Not anymore though. These days, the Private Investigator was no longer a one-man operation. Truth be told, he still wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about that. At least the eye-candy was worth looking at?

“Welcome back, Potter!”

Cheery as ever, Pansy Parkinson is the first to greet him, coming out of the side room with a grin on her face… and not much else covering her body.

To back track a bit, Harry had been going it alone for a while as a Private Eye when Pansy had come into his life. Originally a client, Parkinson had proven to be a tough case to handle. He’d had to employ some seriously unorthodox methods to deal with the prudish ancestral witches haunting her home and plaguing Pansy herself.

Those unorthodox methods had involved some sexual antics that Pansy claimed had ‘broken’ her and ‘ruined’ her for all other men. It was shortly after that job that the Slytherin Witch had invited herself over to his office, declared him in dire need of her help, and assigned herself as his personal, unpaid assistant.

Since then, a day didn’t go by when Pansy didn’t find an opportunity to slip under his desk and suck him off or drag him into the office’s back room for a quick shag. And when she wasn’t doing that, she was traipsing around the office in little more than a pair of booty shorts that hugged her bodacious bubble butt, and a tied-off blouse that exposed her taut tummy and left her cleavage on full display.

This in and of itself was all well and good. As she prances over to him with a coy grin, Harry doesn’t stop her from taking her coat, allowing her to remove the enchanted garment now that he’s behind the safety and security of his wards. Rolling his shoulders, he watches as she shakes and shimmies her wide hips while heading over to the coat rack.

Then, the sound of someone else shuffling out of the side room Pansy had come out of causes his gaze to sweep over, to where the OTHER witch now working for him was stepping into view.

Daphne Greengrass was the one Harry still wasn’t too sure about. Once upon a time, she’d been known as the Slytherin Ice Princess, back when they’d gone to school together. More recently however… well, she’d taken to being his bookkeeper of all things.

That part, Harry still wasn’t entirely sure how it had happened. Daphne had started out as a client, just like Pansy did. But well aware of how things had gotten a little wild with Pansy, Harry had gone ahead and kept everything above board with Daphne. He’d solved her problem easily enough and been paid for is troubles.

Then, a week later, Pansy had introduced Daphne as his new bookkeeper, saying that the other witch would be maintaining his finances from here on out. That was… all well and good, except some days it felt like Pansy had only brought Daphne in so that they had a chance of getting caught. Daphne was way too straight-laced for any of the sort of shenanigans they got up to.

After all, where Pansy was half-dressed most of the time, Daphne was clad in official office attire, from pantyhose to a pencil skirt to even a suit jacket over her buttoned up blouse that was most definitely not tied at the waist like Pansy’s. As well, her black hair was done up in a ponytail, and she even wore a pair of magical spectacles that she was constantly pushing up the bridge of her nose. She didn’t actually NEED glasses as far as Harry knew. Rather, the glasses she wore were enchanted to help her pick out the details of her work better, supposedly.

All in all, Daphne was still very hot… but he and she hadn’t done anything with each other just yet. Meanwhile, he and Pansy had been fucking behind Daphne’s back every single day that she’d been here.

“Ah. Welcome back, sir. I hope your latest outing was a productive one.”

Nodding, Harry smirks easily.

“That it was. You should expect word from the client soon enough. And if not, let me know. Wouldn’t be the first time an asshat tried to skip out on payment.”

“Of course.”

Harry almost misses it. He almost doesn’t notice a thing. But he’s not a moderately successful Private Eye for nothing. No, he’s got some… experience with catching clues and putting pieces together.

Neither Daphne nor Pansy are acting at all different than they usually do. Pansy is her peppy, wickedly delightful self ever since he got rid of those ghosts of hers. Eager to misbehave, and eager to drag him into it as well. Meanwhile, Daphne is as professional as ever.

But they’ve made a mistake, and Harry’s eyes narrow as he catches sight of a lipstick smudge on Daphne’s neck as she turns to the side, briefly. It’s nothing much, really. Save for evidence of something untoward going on. Daphne looks fully put together, not disheveled in the slightest. And her breathing is completely even. And yet…

“Hold. Greengrass, come here.”

Daphne freezes, and so does Pansy. Then, slowly, the former walks over as the latter begins to grin. Once Daphne is within range, Harry reaches up and gently brushes down her collar, revealing the lipstick smudge in its entirety.

“What is this?”

“Oops~ Looks like we got caught, Daph!”

Pansy is the one to respond, not Daphne. Daphne, meanwhile, is blushing up a storm and averting her gaze. To see the Slytherin Ice Princess in such a state…

“If Pansy is doing anything you don’t want her to do to you, you can tell me, Daphne.”

Of course, Pansy hears that, having pranced over. She scoffs, even as Daphne’s blush intensifies. Crossing her arms under her chest, Pansy rolls her eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Potter. You think Greengrass here doesn’t want it? She wants it, oh yeah, she does. She wants it from YOU.”

Wait, what? Harry blinks, reeling for a moment as Daphne doesn’t exactly try to refute the accusation. He looks between the two women, feeling off-kilter for a moment.

“What are you talking about?”

“I told you, Daphne. He can be such an oblivious bore at times. Better to just give it to him straight, really. Go on. Show him what you want.”

Harry opens his mouth to call Pansy to order, but before he can speak, Daphne spins on her heel and drops to her knees in front of him, right then and there. It was one thing to have the sexy, impish Pansy kneeling before him day in and day out, but Daphne… Daphne has always seemed so prim and proper in his presence. Seeing her push those spectacles of hers up her nose before unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants is… well, by the time she extracts his cock, it’s already growing hard AND fast.

“She’s right, sir. This is what I want. Y-You barbaric brute. All this time… did you think I didn’t know? How uncivilized you truly were? Did you think… did you think I didn’t know that you lusted after my body?”

As Daphne speaks, she’s not looking Harry in the eye. Instead, she’s staring at his cock and panting noisily. Harry can’t help but raise an eyebrow at the Pureblood Witch. Seriously? Sounded a lot more like Daphne was the uncivilized one here. But before he can say as much, Pansy is behind him, standing on her tip toes so the short stack can whisper into his ear while rubbing her fat chest into his back.

“Just let her have this. She needs to be able to frame it properly in her mind, to get past all of the Pureblood bullshit her family filled her head with.”

… That made sense, to be honest. Nostrils flaring, Daphne breathes in his scent as she kisses his glans for a moment before groaning. Then and only then does she look up and meet his eyes.

“Go on! Do it! Take my mouth! Use my throat! F-Fuck, your big fat cock is going to ravage my tight little princess throat!”

Well shit, if she says so. Reaching out, Harry grabs hold of Daphne’s ponytail, winding it around his fist. In response, his bookkeeper opens her mouth nice and wide, allowing for Harry to slide in. Behind him, Pansy is moaning into his ear, and from what he can feel of her grinding against his back, she’s got a hand down her shorts and is fingering herself aggressively.

Stuck between two very lovely, very slutty Pureblood witches, the Private Eye grunts and begins to fuck Daphne Greengrass’ surprisingly whorish face.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

Acting so prim and proper, dressing up all haughty and smug all this time. And in truth, this was the real her? Pansy must have known all along, of course. She must have been teasing Daphne constantly, and from the sound of it, training and preparing Daphne for this moment. But Harry had caught them early, forcing them to go before they were fully ready.

… Or had he? Daphne gurgles and gags on his dick, but her enthusiasm is unparalleled as she deep-throats his member. Meanwhile, Pansy presses into his back, moaning wantonly as she fingerblasts her own cunt. Were they truly caught with their panties down… or had they been caught precisely when Pansy, at the very least, wanted them to be caught?

With a lustful growl, Harry pulls Daphne off of his dick, already tiring of just her mouth. No, he wanted more… and she was going to give it to him. Yanking the surprised witch up to her feet by her hair, Harry uses his other hand to tear her fancy office clothes off of her body, sending buttons everywhere as he removes her blouse, pulling her pencil skirt clear from her wide, voluptuous hips.

Pansy giggles and steps away to give him room to work, moving over to the desk as he drags Daphne over to it and bends her over it. Shucking off her shorts, Pansy hops up onto the edge of the desk with her lower half bare-ass naked, and spreads her legs, fingering herself as Harry grips tightly at the crotch of Daphne’s pantyhose and tears a big, gaping hole in them to reveal she’s not wearing panties any more than Pansy is.

“B-Brute! Savage! C-Conquer my pussy! Claim me as your tribute! Don’t you dare hold back, lest I know you aren’t a REAL man!”

Daphne was really into this. But then, at this point so was Harry. His throbbing cock, spit-polished by her tongue, slaps down on Daphne’s pantyhose-clad bubble butt a couple times before he lines up with the hole he’s torn in the sheer fabric. Her cunt awaits, and Harry… Harry doesn’t leave Daphne hanging in suspense for a moment longer. Instead, with a snarl, the Private Eye stuffs his monstrous member right into his office bookkeeper, filling the Pureblood with the biggest cock of her life right there on the spot.

Daphne squeals and shrieks… until her mouth is muffled by a sudden pussy in front of it. Swinging her legs over Daphne’s shoulders, Pansy has scooted herself in front of the other witch and with a beseeching look to Harry, takes over the grip of Daphne’s professional ponytail from him. Dragging the other witch further down into her quim, Pansy lets out a thoroughly wanton, slutty moan as she touches herself with her free hand.

Stuck between a rock hard cock and a gushing quim, Daphne’s own voice is significantly muffled, almost entirely silenced even as Harry fucks into her. Instead, the P.I. office is filled with Pansy’s moans, Harry’s grunts, and flesh slapping against flesh.

Harry really had thought Daphne was different from Pansy, and thus off limits. He’d thought the girl known for being so icy and haughty and distant back at Hogwarts would be a prude in adulthood. Clearly, he’d been wrong. And with that thought, Harry knows what he wants to do next. Rearing back a hand, he makes eye contact with Pansy over Daphne’s bent form and the other witch gives him a wide, wicked grin and an eager nod.

And so, Harry brings his palm down upon Daphne Greengrass’ buttocks, hard enough to make it jiggle from the impact.

S-SMACK!

“Mmmph!”

Daphne squeals into Pansy’s quim, which only makes the other Pureblood moan, her eyes growing lidded in arousal. Meanwhile, Daphne’s cunt had tightened up considerably from the impact. So, experimentally, Harry does it again. And when it produces the same results, he does it again and again and again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Daphne’s muffled cries soon drive Pansy over the edge, while Harry’s rough fucking and harsh spankings do the same to Daphne. Both Pureblood Witches are soon cumming their brains out thanks to his efforts, with his cock being the implement by which he bends Daphne to his will, and Daphne herself being the implement by which he plies Pansy.

Losing himself in the two women, Harry rapidly loses track of time. But it’s fine, because he finished the day’s case and didn’t have anything else lined up in his docket any time soon. Right here and right now, he had all the time in the world, and he uses it showing Daphne Greengrass a good time and making up for all of the time they’d both spent waffling about and beating around the bush.

Daphne’s a good lay, that’s for sure, and when Harry finally reaches his release, he makes sure to have both Pansy and her on their knees in front of him, his massive cock slapping their cheeks a couple times before he cums all over their faces and their chests. Daphne might not have looked disheveled before after whatever she and Pansy had been doing together in the side room, but when Harry is finished with her, she certainly looks like quite the mess.

Spectacles askew, blouse ripped open, body freshly fucked, Daphne kneels there next to a giggling, giddy Pansy as the two of them look up at him, in awe of his big fat cock. Harry, meanwhile, is privately in awe of their sexy, slutty bodies… but of course, he doesn’t let that show as he takes their hair in each of his hands and guides them in closer to begin cleaning them off.

After all, he’s the boss around here. It’s HIS Detective Agency, damn it. He’d let them stick around and help out though. Business was good after all, and some hard-working employees were exactly what the doctor had ordered…