The Industry

Part 1

Drinking down his glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, Harry Potter opened up his copy of the Daily Prophet. Kreacher popped in and placed his breakfast in front of him. He happily ate the bacon and eggs that were so wonderfully cooked. His life was going swimmingly at the moment. It was a major turnaround from his life as a student at Hogwarts.

Having the spectre of facing one of history’s most deadly Dark Lords tends to put a damper on the happy hijinx. Still, Harry had his share of good times while at school. His friendship with Ron and Hermione was still going strong, and he had a vault full of gold just waiting to be spent. Yes, his defeat of Voldemort certainly made his life a whole lot better.

It had only been a few years since their graduation, and Harry still wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with his life. At one point, he wanted to become an Auror, but that desire quickly fizzled when the Ministry started butting into his life. He had recently asked Ron and Hermione if they wanted to take a long trip around the world on his dime, but they both declined. Ron was actively trying to make the roster of any professional Quidditch club that would have him. While Ron was a fairly good Keeper, Harry didn’t think that he was good enough to make a roster. Wood was better than him, and he was still only a backup. Even so, Harry obviously didn’t tell him. He wouldn’t be the one to destroy his dreams. Harry just bought him the best broom on the market and told him to work hard.

Hermione was tearing through the Ministry while trying to make as many changes as possible. The poor girl would come home at night with her bushy hair sticking up in every direction. Harry tried to convince her that she was trying to do too much too fast, but she wouldn’t listen. She was determined to make things better for Muggleborns and for the Magical Creatures that didn’t have a voice to speak on their behalf. Harry did his best to encourage her while still trying to make her take a break. At the moment, the most that he could do was donate to her causes and use his influence to help her out.

Still, it would have been nice to have his mates go on a trip with him. Harry knew that it was silly. They were trying to be adults, and he was just slacking off. In the end, it didn’t matter. He’d figure out something to do with his life. Maybe he’d start a broom company or something else that he could enjoy. Suddenly, an owl flew in through the window and landed by him. Holding up its leg, it waited for him to remove the letter. Once he did, Harry gave the owl the rest of his bacon, which it happily accepted.

Harry opened up the letter and read it. It was from Fleur Delacour. He hadn’t seen her in several years, but they did send letters back and forth a few times a year to keep in touch. The last time that he saw her was when she was still dating Bill Weasley. Eventually, they called it quits. Why they did, he didn’t know and never asked. Apparently, Fleur wanted to see him today. She was in the country and asked to meet with him. Harry grabbed a nearby quill and jotted down a reply before sending the owl on its way back to her. He told her that he’d meet her for lunch at a specific cafe in Diagon Alley. Wondering what she wanted, he shrugged and carried on with his day.

Once lunchtime came around, Harry was waiting at the cafe having a cup of coffee. When he saw Fleur walking up looking just as sexy as ever, he smiled and stood up. “Fleur! It’s good to see you again,” he greeted her.

“ ‘Arry! It is wonderful to see you as well,” she replied and smiled at him when he pulled out the chair for her. “Merci. I am ‘oping to talk to you in private. Per’aps we can go back to your place after we ‘ave lunch?” she asked.

“Of course,” Harry smiled.

The two of them ate their lunch and filled each other in on what was going on in their lives. When they were finished, Harry side-along apparated her back to his home. They settled onto the couch while Kreature brought them some coffee.

“So, what can I do for you, Fleur?” Harry asked.

“ ‘Ave you ‘eard of the company, Magical Mistress?” Fleur suddenly asked. Harry raised an eyebrow.

“The ‘adult entertainment’ company?” he responded. Most people had heard of them. The Weasley Twins had produced a device similar to a Pensieve. You couldn’t dive into memories, but you could watch them as the device projected them against a white background. It was basically a cross between a Pensieve and a movie projector. Everyone had one. Of course, since Harry was an equal partner after giving them the money to start their business, he made an absolute killing from all of the sales. Since then, many companies had sprouted up around the devices. Quidditch teams sold memories as did Dueling clubs. Porn, of course, was an obvious one. The largest and best producer of pornography was Magical Mistress.

Fleur nodded. “I own it,” she confessed.

“You own it?” he asked, stunned. Fleur nodded again. “Umm … and you … um … you know …”

Fleur shook her head quickly. “I do not star in them. My Papa would ‘ave a ‘eart attack. Non, I just own the company.”

Harry nodded in understanding. He had never seen any of her films. Harry really didn’t have a need for them. He was so rich and famous that he could easily get a girl into his bed, and he often did.

“I ‘ave several groups that are responsible for producing the memories. I ‘ave not produced them myself because I ‘ave been so busy starting the company. But I intend to start,” she explained.

“Why do it yourself? Why not hire another team?” Harry asked. Surely the owner had better things to do than watch people fuck, unless … “Wait! Are you into watching people?”

Fleur’s face burned red as she nodded. “It is what ruined my relationship with Bill. It is the reason that I started this business in the first place.” Harry just smiled and shrugged.

“Whatever floats your boat. But what does that have to do with me?”

“Since I will be watching closely to create the memory, I want the male to be someone that I trust. ‘e must also ‘ave certain qualities … umm … downstairs, shall we say. I trust you, and I remember what Ginny told me about what you carry,” she told him. “Before you say anything, I ‘ave a device that will place a Glamour Charm over your face. No one will recognize you.”

“You want me too …” Fleur nodded. Harry was flummoxed. He certainly wasn’t against having lots of sex with lots of different women. If he could remain anonymous while doing so, then that was even better. It would also give him something to do while trying to figure out his path forward. He looked at Fleur and smiled.

The Industry

Fleur was giddy while they waited to begin. She was finally going to live out one of her fantasies. “You are in for a treat. We ‘ave just ‘ired a new girl that you get to ‘ave first crack at. She’s an old acquaintance of yours … Daphne Greengrass.”

“Greengrass?” Harry asked in shock while sitting there in his bathrobe.

“Yes. Apparently, she is a bit of a sex addict.” Harry shook his head. Who would have figured? “Anyway, it is time to begin!” she said happily. Harry followed her into the filming set. The set was nothing but a nicely decorated room that had a very large bed and plenty of room for Fleur to move around. On that bed was Daphne who was wearing a red, silk nightie. She looked a little more goth than he remembered. Maybe it was just the pale skin with midnight black hair that was creating the look. She certainly was just as attractive as he remembered.

Daphne smirked at him and opened her legs for just a fleeting second, but it was long enough for him to see her hairless pussy. Fleur watched as Harry opened his robe and let it fall to the ground. Daphne gasped when she spotted the monstrous cock sticking straight out as hard as can be. Fleur too would have gasped if it wasn’t for the Silencing Charm that she had on herself. She needed to remind herself to mostly focus on Daphne since most of her customers were straight men, no matter how much she wanted to stare at his glorious cock.

Harry suddenly grabbed her by her smooth thighs and pulled her to him. As he did so, the bottom of her nightie rode up and exposed her bald pussy for him to properly see. Fleur was leaning in for a good look as well. He waited for her to move back before he reached down and placed his hand on her lower belly. He could feel the smoothness of her bald mound as he let his thumb brush over her engorged clit.

“Merlin, yes!” Daphne gasped and arched her back sexily.

“You like that, huh?” he asked as he repeatedly flicked his thumb over the sensitive nub. Daphne bit her lower lip as her eyes fluttered, and she nodded. Pressing his thumb hard against it, he moved it in circles and massaged the area around her clit. Daphne let out a moan and began gyrating her hips. With his free hand, Harry explored the softness of her legs. He let it glide up and down the inside of her thigh, feeling her warmth and the silkiness of her skin. Suddenly, Daphne rolled over and got onto her knees. Brushing her hair out of her face, she took his cock in hand and began swirling her tongue around the tip. Harry moaned and bunched her hair into a ponytail as she took him down her throat.

Bobbing her head like a pro, Daphne deepthroated him while making perverse gagging sounds as his cock slid all the way down her throat. Harry grabbed the back of her head and pulled it in. He slid down her throat and forced her to keep it there. She looked up at him while shaking her head from side to side. Finally, he pulled out and his cock was dripping with saliva. Daphne inhaled deeply and started stroking his cock and rubbing her saliva into his flesh. Fleur got a good shot as Daphne dipped down and started sucking on his low-hanging sack.

“You’re such a good little whore, aren’t you?” Harry moaned as her tongue wiggled against the skin of his sack. Letting go of his balls with a wet pop, Daphne beat his huge shaft against the side of her cheek while looking up at him.

“Yes,” she gasped as Harry reached down and squeezed her perky tit. He then slid his hand into her top and pinched her hard nipple while Fleur got a top-down view.

“Yes, what?” Harry pinched her nipple and gave it a slight twist, making her jump and squeak.

“Yes, I’m a good little whore!” she shuddered as Harry removed his hand. Leaning down, he grabbed the hem of her nightie and lifted it up. Daphne raised her arms, and he pulled the silk material from her gorgeous body. Flipping her onto her belly, he gave her ass a hard slap before lifting up her hips. With her back arched, Daphne showed off everything that was between her legs. Harry pushed her knees apart a bit and started dragging the tip of his finger up and down her wet slit. Fleur leaned in and got a close-up of her naked cunt. Her eyes followed Harry’s finger as it traveled north and started playing with the rim of Daphne’s asshole. When his finger brushed over the hole, her cheeks would clench, making Harry chuckle. Grabbing a nearby bottle of lube, he squirted it all over her ass.

Daphne gasped and looked over her shoulder wildly. Fleur never mentioned anything about anal! Still, Daphne was so worked up that she buried her face in the bed and let it happen. She let out a pathetic cry as she felt his finger push into her tight hole. Back and forth he moved his finger, spreading lubricant into her. Her pussy was tingling badly as her asshole was ferociously finger-fucked. When he finally pulled out, she felt the bed move as he got into position. The tip of his cock pressed against her hole, and he slowly pushed in. Clenching her eyes shut, she squealed in pain as her asshole was stretched well beyond what she had ever felt. She suddenly felt him pull back before pushing forward again, just a little bit deeper this time. Her hands were gripping the bedsheets tightly as he burrowed deeper and deeper with every thrust.

Fleur shuddered, and she felt her nipples rub against the inside of her shirt, making her pussy tingle even more than it already was. Keeping her eyes on Harry, she tapped Daphne to indicate that she should get on her hands and knees. Daphne quickly did so, and Fleur slipped under her into a sixty-nine position to get an underneath shot. She could see Daphne’s pussy quivering and dripping beads of arousal down the inside of her thighs. The scent of sex was overwhelming, which wasn’t surprising given where she was. Finally, Harry’s hips collided with Daphne’s lovely ass. Harry gripped her hips tightly and pulled back until only his head was in her ass. Pushing forward, he buried himself completely with a single thrust.

Fleur’s eyes widened when Daphne began trembling violently. She let out a massive shriek before pussy juice sprayed Fleur right in the face. Sputtering, she opened her eyes just as Harry thrust again, causing another jet of girl cum to splash all over her. Over and over, Daphne came all over her. Fleur watched as Harry reached down and began fondling her cumming pussy while brutally fucking her tight ass.

“Here it comes!” Harry grunted, and Fleur quickly moved out of the way and got into position. She watched as Harry pulled out and began stroking his cock. Strings of cum spurted out of the tip and sprayed her bare back. He continued to jerk his cock, and Fleur watched as Daphne’s ass was painted. Cum dribbled down her asshole and pussy lips as Daphne’s body quivered with orgasmic energy.

“Aaaaand … CUT!” Fleur yelled. “Magnifique!” she declared as Daphne collapsed onto her side and spasmed uncontrollably. “The next round will be in ‘alf an hour!” she smiled widely. “ ‘Arry? May I see you in the back room?”

Harry nodded and made his way into the room, not bothering with covering up. When the door shut, he was pushed against the wall hard as Fleur dropped down to her knees and began sucking him off. Joining this industry may not have been such a bad idea, after all, Harry thought as the horny Veela worshipped his cock and balls.

AN- Perhaps part 2 will be called Gryffinwhores