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Phineas Nigellus Black looked around the empty Headmaster's office at Hogwarts and silently sighed. Being a painting could be really boring sometimes. Especially after the Headmaster had gone to bed. He could talk to the other portraits, but he saw them all the time and they had nothing to tell him that he hadn't already heard or seen himself. People were currently living at his old family home in London and it had been a few days since he'd looked in on them. Deciding it couldn't be any worse than an empty office, he moved out of his larger frame in Scotland and into the smaller London one.
Well, fuck me with a paintbrush! he exclaimed as he took in the sight before him.
The room was empty except for the Mudblood who was currently taking off her clothes. She was only in a bra and a pair of tight trousers. He wished there was better lighting than the two candles she had on the bedside tables, but he didn't complain. His portrait hung just beyond the reach of the candlelight so he'd be able to watch her without her knowing.
His cock started to harden as she pulled her trousers down then reached behind her back to pull her bra off. He held still as she walked towards him, her lush tits bouncing with each step. She was right in front of his frame when she bent down and pulled her knickers off, dropping them and her bra into the hamper.
He took in her naked body and held in the moan at the way her cunt was free from hair. In his days, women didn't even trim their pubic hair and he had to admit, grudgingly, that the new fad to be hairless, even if it was a Muggle trend, was so much better.
Instead of putting on a nightgown as he expected, he watched as the girl walked towards the bedroom door and turned the lock before pulling the bedding back and laying on top of the sheets. She didn't pull up the blankets and she spread her legs slightly, giving him the perfect view of her sex.
Reaching over to the bedside table, the Mudblood grabbed a book and flipped the pages before settling back and reading. Her free hand moved up and began to lightly circle her tits, making the small nubs stiffen. Not able to resist anymore, he pulled his robes up and pulled out his hard cock. Gathering the precum from the tip, he began to spread it over his cock as he stroked himself. Thank Salazar he had requested his whole body be painted and not just his face.
The Granger girl shifted, opening her legs more and he took in the slight of her glistening folds. Merlin, he wished he could move closer. She ran her hand slowly down her body before using her fingers to spread her pussy lips. Her skin was tan, but the inside of her cunt was bright pink and he wished he was alive and could bury himself in it. What did blood status matter when the girl looked like that?
Her fingers began to rub her clit and he timed his stokes with her pace. His cock stiffened more as he watched her clit grow harder and swell with each pass of her fingers. Pinching the underside of his cock, he almost didn't hold back the come that wanted to escape his bollocks as she dipped two fingers into her core and began to pump them in and out.
"Yes!" she moaned quietly and he wanted her to make more noises. Wanted to know who she was thinking about. "Just like that. Fuck me, professor."
Oh, fuck! Say it again, girl. Cry out for me, slut. He knew she wasn't thinking about him. She was clearly imagining one of her current or past teachers but it didn't matter to him.
How many times had girls called out his title over the years he was working at Hogwarts? Little sluts wanting to be Head Girl, or hoping to be the next Black wife. He'd had an endless line of pureblood princesses all lining up ready to spread their thighs for him, letters of permission from their fathers in hand. He'd never indulged, but Merlin it had been hard.
Her fingers stilled and she reached into her bedside table, pulling out a rubber dick. Running it up and down her dripping slit, she slipped it into her greedy hole. She set her book down and closed her eyes as her fingers found her clit again and the other hand began to pump the dildo in and out of her.
"Harder, professor," she cried out softly. "Make me yours. Ruin my cunt so I only want you."
Fuck, she's kinkier than I thought. It's always the smart ones you need to look out for. Repressed little things need an outlet.
"Yes! Just like that, sir. Make me your witch."
Her hips were moving in time with her thrusting hand and he could almost feel her cunt around his cock as he pumped his hand at the same speed.
"Yes, professor. Come in me. Please. I need to feel your come in my cunt."
As his balls started to contract, her hips lifted off the bed and liquid rushed out around the rubber cock, soaking her sheets. He bit back his grunt as he cock exploded and sticky semen covered his hand. He tried to time his deep breathing with hers as he gathered his senses.
His cock gave a feeble twitch as she pulled the dildo from her cunt and placed it in her mouth, cleaning her own juices from it. He was torn between watching her mouth and looking at her cunt which was stretched and contracting with her orgasm still. Whoever got to fuck her in real life was going to be one lucky son of a bitch.
He was about to return to his Hogwarts frame again when the little slut pulled the cock from her mouth and began to push it into her cunt again, clearly still gagging for more.
"Professor, I hope you have it in you to go all night because I'm nowhere near done yet."
Phineas wasn't sure if she was talking to him or the man she was imagining, but it didn't matter to him. All he knew was that he was going to watch her come all night long. It wasn't like he needed sleep anyway.
A few hours and multiple orgasms later, he made his way back to Scotland when he heard the distant noise of the current Headmaster in his office moving around. If he was lucky, maybe he'd get a look at the man whose name the Granger girl had finally called out after her fourth orgasm.
If only Severus Snape knew what Hermione Granger thought about when she was alone in her room.