"Please, Dumbledore!" You cry, now a weepy puddle at his knees. "Please let me suck your divine dong!"
He looks like he's thinking, and closes his grey beady eyes. "Hmmmmmm," He growls, but it comes out phlegmy and he erupts in a fit of coughing. You continue to cry on the floor. Finally he spits into his designated saliva cup. "Has kitten been good for Daddy Dumble today?"
"Yes, headmaster! So good for you!" From the way he's looking down at you, you think he's finally going to relent. You try to waggle your hips in a seductive way, but from the way the portraits behind you scoff, it likely looked like you were an insect.
"Really?" He asks.
"Yes!"
With superhuman speed for a man so old, Dumbledore stands up and gets behind you slapping your ass weakly. "From this point on, you call me sir. Understood?"
You nod sexily. "Yes, sir."
"Ass up babygirl."
The headmaster spanks you hard. Well, as hard as he can considering he's so fucking old. Practically dust. It continues for a long thirty seconds. "Ready for my manhood?" He whispers hotly in your ear, flipping up your school uniform to reveal your cunt.
"Yessss!"
The room is silent other than Dumbledores grunts as he desperately tries to put his peen inside.
"Something wrong?" You ask, voice full of genuine concern for your barely alive lover.
"I have ED." Dumbledore whispers.
"Oh my god!" You scream. "An eating disorder?"
He screams. "No, no! My... my penis. I have erectiel disfunction."
"Oh...."
"Music helps."
You get up off the floor, and walk over to his desk to find the little bluetooth speaker Minerva gave him for Christmas. "Siri," You say. "Play Talk Dirty by Jason Derulo."
You rush back to Dumbledore, and push him onto the ground. You think you hear something crack.
🎵Jason Deruloooo🎵
Tentatively picking up the flaccid shrimp, you start sucking it. Sucking so hard that it feels like your eating noodles and suctioning them into your throat. Yet his pizzle ain't a fizzle. You suck harder.
"Can you feel it?" You ask around his floppy wang, quick to suck it back in your mouth as quikly as it just fell out.
"No." Dumbledore cries, hiding his face. "This is more embarrassing than the time Severus gave me a prostate exam."
"There, there..." You hum around his dick, but it almost falls out again. "Daddy, I want you to tell me if you can feel THIS."
And you suck as hard as you can—harder than you've ever sucked anything in your life. He screams. But when you pull away to give him a break, his shrimp flops onto the floor. Unattached to his body.
"I sucked his penis off!" You scream, and look down at Dumbledore. He's not moving.
"Dumbledore?" You say, poking him in the chest. You can't feel a pulse.
. . .
One month later
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