The Demon Professor & the Boy Who Lived

Chapter 4.

As her lips slid down his cock for what had to be what felt like the hundredth time, he let another tear fall down his cheek. Every week he knew what'd happen to him if he came here, but still her came.

Almost every night he cried himself to sleep. He knew that if he just told Hagrid, Hermoine, Ron, anyone, this would be all over, but he could never. The humiliation would be unbearable, and it'd soon get around sschool.

Sometimes he thought of Cho while she did him and it made it almost bearable for him, but tonight it just wasn't working. Didn't anyone tell her that it was a blow job, not a teeth job. Either way, for Harry it was hell.

She moved her vagina over to his crotch, and began to do her usual routine of bobbing up and down pathetically on him for ages until he came. To begin with he didn't know that was what she wanted, and she kept on him for at least thirty minutes until he gave in. Without exception, everytime he came he felt sick to the core. He knew he couldn't help it, it was purely natural, but the ltitle voice at the back of his head always told home otherwise.

Getting it over quickly was the easiest option. Over the weeks, he'd learn to cum quick and get out before she could do much more. She never changed what she did, hut recently she'd been getting a bit harsher in her acts. At least he knew more or less what to expect. Wand up the bum, blow job, hump, mot, hump, hump, hump and whip.

Last she made him take her fro, behind. Most of the time, she

liked the control, but Harry could tell she was tired that day. She'd sat him down at the start and explain that too him.

To begin with he thought that he could use the tired Umbridge to his aadvantage, but he was so wrong. She was more ggrouchy and rough than usual, and made him go for longer.

Overall, he'd visited her office 116 times since the start not term, but he'd revisited them every night in his nightmares, and every night he woke up screaming.