Hermione sucks dick under the influence of the Imperius curse

Hermione Granger, everyone’s favorite bookworm and Gryffindor prodigy, found herself in a compromising position. The blonde beauty, known for her bushy hair and glasses, stood awkwardly in the middle of a dimly lit classroom, her usual Muggle fashion replaced by an authentic Hogwarts uniform that clung to her curves in all the right places.

Harry Potter, the boy who lived, and Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin prince, stood side-by-side, their eyes hungry as they drank in the sight of Hermione’s nubile body. She squirmed uncomfortably under their gaze, but the red-robed figure behind her – Professor McGonagall – held her firmly by the shoulders, a wicked grin playing at her lips.

“Now, Miss Granger,” the Headmistress purred, her voice dripping with sinister delight. “Be a good girl and show the boys what a proper witch looks like.”

The command was spoken under the influence of the Imperius curse, and Hermione had no choice but to comply. With trembling hands, she reached for the buttons of her uniform, her fingers fumbling with the fastenings. As the blouse fell open, her ample bosom sprang free, the lacy cups of her bra barely containing her heaving breasts.

Harry and Draco exchanged knowing glances, their cocks already straining against the confines of their trousers. Hermione bit her lip, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. It tumbled to the floor, and her tits bounced free, the pink nipples already hard with nervously.

But the boys wanted more. So much more. “Strip,” Professor McGonagall purce, her voice a lash of leather. “I want to see every inch of your nubile flesh.”

Hermione obediently shimmied out of her tight skirt, letting it pool around her ankles. She stood before them in nothing but a tiny pair of black panties and fishnet stockings, her body shivering with a mix of fear and crippling arousal.

Harry and Draco moved closer, their eyes roving over her Like hungry wolves. Hermione could feel their desire burning into her skin, could feel her own body responding in kind. Her pussy was wet, her nipples a pair of diamond-hard peaks.

But just as things were heating up, there was a knock at the door. Hogwarts High-Council Chairman Albus Dumbledore strode into the room, his wise eyes widening as he took in the scene before him.

“Albus!” ProfessorMcGonagall gasped, her face flushing. “We were just – ”

“Indoctrinating students with dark magic?” Dumbledore finished, his bushy eyebrows lifting. “Disgraceful!” The old wizard shook his head, his robes swishing. “Surely there are better ways to…discplion…” His gaze drifted to Hermione’s heaving its and he cleared his throat.

The blonde witch felt a wave of relief wash over her, followed swiftly by a rush of shame. Had she actually wanted this? It was the Imperius Curse – she hadn’t had a choice!

But as the other teachers argued amongst themselves, Hermione couldn’t deny the throbbing ache between her thighs. She wanted to be touched, wanted to feel those strong hands on her body…

“Perhaps I should take matters into my own hands,” Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Miss Granger could use an…educational experience.”

Hermione’s heart began to race, pounding wildly in her chest. What did he mean?

The old wizard moved closer, his robes swishing around his ankles. “Tell me, my dear,” he purred, his voice low and sultry. “Have you ever given a man pleasure?”

Hermione shook her head, her cheeks burning scarlet. “I…no…I haven’t…”

“Well, it’s time you learned,” Dumbledore said, his hands moving to the fastenings of his trousers. “Get on your knees.”

The blonde beauty obeyed, sinking to the hard stone floor. She watched with wide eyes as Dumbledore freed his erection, her mouth dropping open at the sight of his thick, throbbing cock.

“Open,” he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

Hermione parted her lips, moaning as Dumbledore thrust his length into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. She tasted him, the salty musk and raw masculinity firing her blood like a philter.

The old wizard thrust deeper, filling her mouth with his flesh. Hermione gagged slightly, her throat spasming over his thick shaft. But soon, she found she was enjoying it – slurping and sucking with abandon, her virgin mouth worshipping his cock like a witch before the Dark Lord.

Dumbledore groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she bobbed over him. The wet slurping sounds filled the room, accompanied by the wet squelching of her dripping cunt – Hermione’s body betraying her secret arousal.

Harry and Draco watched, their own hands at their flies as they stroked their aching cocks to the lewd display. Professor McGonagall glared at them, her pussy throbbing beneath her skirts.

Hermione could feel Dumbledore’s flesh twitching against her tongue, could sense his impending release. She sucked harder, her hands coming up to fondle his heavy balls. She wanted it, needed it…wanted to taste his essence, to drink down his thick, hot seed.

With a hoarse cry, Dumbledore came, his cock pulsing in Hermione’s mouth as he painted her tonsils with his bitter-sweet release. The blonde witch swallowed convulsively, gulping down his offering before licking her lips in satisfaction.

The wizard withdrew, his softening member slick with saliva and cum. Hermione stood on shaky legs, her body aching for more.

But the class was over. The Imperius Curse had been broken, and it was time to go back to being a good witch.

As Hermione slipped her bra and panties back on, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. She hadn’t wanted the spell to end…and she had a feeling that Hermione Granger was just getting started with her newfound sexual awakening. Hogwarts would never be the same again.