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Harry's big dick porn adventure ch.17
🕑 Added 2024-06-17 09:00:01 +0000 UTCHarry propped up a few pillows behind his back and spread his legs, giving her space to finish the massage with a wet, deep blowjob. "Alright, you can press the record button."
Daphne did so, and Tracey took a deep breath, standing at the point of no return. She wrapped her arms around his girth and leaned in, her lips hovering over the tip. She opened her mouth wide, and as soon as Harry's cock entered her mouth, he saw in her eyes relief, joy, and the freedom his masculinity provided. It wouldn't go anywhere, and he didn't want it to. She closed her lips around the tip and slowly began to bob her head, getting the hang of it. She widened her eyes at the sight of the monstrous girth, struggling to wrap her fingers around it and the massive vein pulsing beneath her hand. Some of her hair would fall in front of her occasionally, but she was dedicated to pleasing him, glancing up for cues on whether she was doing her job well.
"Don't stop," Harry whispered, running his fingers through her chestnut hair as she took him deeper into her throat, massaging him with her throat muscles. "Oh, Tracey."
She nodded faster, hearing his hoarse voice signaling he was reaching climax, but it also made her choke and almost cry. "Don't fly too close to the sun," Harry said. "Hmm, you suck so good."
She blushed slightly, trying not to choke, instead making sucking sounds. "Oh, that's it," Harry said, as warmth surged inside him, spreading throughout his body. Suddenly, a wave of ecstasy and bliss engulfed him. He leaned his head back, sucking the cum from his tip as he orgasmed. To her surprise, Harry kept jerking off on her face, and balls of cum shot out, hitting her nose, eyes, and cheeks, then spilling onto her breasts. Her eyes widened in shock, but she didn't laugh hysterically like Daphne. Instead, her lips curved into a smile. She descended back onto his cock, sucking it clean and finishing with a smack, his semen dripping onto her face.
"And cut!" exclaimed Daphne, sounding happier than ever. "That was amazing!"
"I can't see anything," Tracey complained. "Could someone bring me a towel, please?"
Daphne was already there, helping her clean her face and wipe off my load. When Harry saw her more clearly, she was still in shock. "I'm surprised... What kind of seed do you keep in your balls?"
"I told you he's insatiable... even for us two, when I think about it," Daphne said, winking at Harry. He just shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "I think a big dick comes with a bigger load."
"We have a tradition of watching clips together," Daphne said, nodding her head. "Come on." Tracey approached them and sat next to Harry. She rested her head on his shoulder, nervously wrapping her arm around him. Something told Harry that she felt a bit uneasy watching the clip with them. Then he turned to her and noticed her cheeks were as red as tulips, and she was biting her lip and squinting as they played the blowjob part. But when he sprayed her face with his cum, her eyes widened in disbelief again.
"What do you think?" Harry asked.
"It looked nice... but I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?" she asked, shrinking under his searching gaze.
"Not at all," Harry assured her, running his fingers through her hair. "It was wonderful."
"Is there anything I could do to make it better?" she asked, snuggling closer to his shoulder.
"No," Harry said. "It was perfect."
"Tracey, the most important thing was that you sucked the cum from his tip. You did it, and he clearly enjoyed it," Daphne chimed in.
"Okay," she said, stopping biting her lip. "Just checking."
"So... What do you say, do you agree with us?" Harry asked. She nodded without hesitation. "I think I'll tell my boss to fuck off too," she covered her mouth and chuckled.
Daphne jumped to her feet and embraced Tracey. "I knew you'd join us."
"I was just kidding about the fuck off part," Tracey said, wrapping her arms around Daphne's back, causing their boobs to collide. "I'm not that kind of girl, but I'll tell them we're breaking up."
Harry got up and also hugged her from Daphne's side. "You too," he said, pulling her closer. "So... are we splitting him evenly?" Tracey asked Daphne after breaking the hug.
"Pretty much... we're his girls, and he's our guy."
"Sounds great, especially for you," Tracey said, nodding to Harry.
"We're all going to have a good time," Harry corrected her. He could already imagine a day full of adventures ahead of them, causing tingling sensations in his chest.
Suddenly, Daphne coughed into her elbow. "Sorry, I feel like I've got something stuck in my throat."
"Maybe you need to eat something," Tracey suggested. "I can start with dinner."
"That would be wonderful," Harry said, patting Daphne on the back. "Are you okay?"
She nodded. "I feel like I caught some flu. I hope it'll pass."
"Maybe you need a healthy dose of cum too," Tracey interjected.
"That'll surely help," Daphne said, chuckling. While Tracey went to the kitchen and put on an apron, Daphne and Harry sat at the desk and started browsing through clips. They sat as close to each other as they could. She uploaded the massage and blowjob clip and typed in the title. "Jack's Dream Girl... Tracey, what should your name be in porn?"
"Hmm," she said, pondering with a ladle in her hand. "Emy Honeypot."
"I like it," Harry said. "At least it doesn't include characters from children's movies."
Daphne blew a raspberry at him. "Every porn star, escort, and sex worker was a child once too."
"And what of it?"
"It doesn't matter," Daphne said. "Jack's Dream Girl... Emy Honeypot has joined, and in the coming years, you'll see both her pot, honey, and Jack tasting it." She made sure to add a honeypot emoji at the end, then looked at Harry, waiting for a comment.
"I totally get what the honeypot is supposed to mean," Harry Potter said with a smile.
"Just checking," she said, probably preparing to mimic my voice again. "Should we publish together?"
"With Tracey," Harry replied. "Tracey, take a short break and come here."
Wiping her brow, she took off her apron and approached. "The first time we published together. Since this will be your first scene, we want you to join us. Lay your hand on top, and we'll click at the same time."
"Oh, that sounds so cute and loving at the same time," she said, lowering her hand onto mine, which lay on Daphne's. We moved the cursor closer to the publish button until the hover effect appeared.
"One, two, three," Harry said, and we pressed the publish button together. Again, I felt the same sparks and love as when I did it with Daphne for the first time. I knew it was a new chapter in our lives, and I couldn't wait for it.
"I wonder what they'll say," Tracey said, biting her lip again. "I hope your fans will accept me."
"Our fans are now your fans too," Harry added, looking at her firmly. He didn't want anyone to think we were in this together.
"You're right. I'm nervous just thinking about it..." The pot was boiling, and she hurried back to the kitchen. "We can talk later."
"Don't worry about it," Harry said. We put the computer aside, and he kept Daphne company. She looked more tired than usual, and it was strange to see her without that positive energy.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked, tucking her hair behind her ears to see her better.
"I'm pretty sure I caught something nasty," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I really hate being sick."
"We all do," Harry said, patting her back and reminding her he was there. "Don't worry too much. We'll take care of you."
"Aren't you afraid of catching it?" she asked, turning to him and studying his face.
"No... we're together. I'll expose myself to the same germs and viruses you're exposed to."
"Remarkable," she said, and her lips curved into a smile. "In the meantime, let's check the fan count."
"Maybe it'll cheer you up," he said.
They clicked on their profile, but their reactions weren't the same anymore after crossing a thousand fans. "Three thousand..." she muttered. "That's like thirty thousand monthly."
"That's serious money," he said, and her eyes widened. "We'll live like kings and queens."
"Absolutely," Harry said, taking her hand and holding it tightly as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Tracey?" Daphne asked. "When will you be up for a threesome?"
She chuckled and pondered, stirring something in the pan. Harry was curious what it was, as the scent of saffron and herbs filled the living room. "As soon as it's inside me," she said. "I'm ready for it."
"I have an idea," Daphne said, and Harry sensed excitement on her face. "Maybe we should do it on the beach?"
"And get caught with my cock in your hole? "This time we'll make sure to look both ways," she said.
"Last time didn't go too well," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"I'll let you in on a little secret," she said, leaning closer to his ear. "I don't care if someone catches us." "You dirty girl."
"Dirty Bambi."
While Tracey prepared dinner, Harry sat and kept Daphne company, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. Today she wasn't as chatty, and he hoped she'd feel better tomorrow.
"I'll help her set the table," he said to Daphne so she could sit and relax with the laptop. "Okey dokey," she said.
He enjoyed hearing her cheerful voice and words, even if she sounded tired. He helped Tracey and looked over her shoulder. He saw yellow rice, shrimp, bell peppers, chicken, and a few other ingredients he wasn't sure about. He took a deep breath, and his mouth watered. "I've never seen anything like it, but it smells and looks divine."
"It's called paella," she said cheerfully, placing the bowl on the table. Harry approached Daphne and offered her his hands. She accepted them gladly, and he helped her up. "What's on the menu?" she asked, sitting next to him. Her eyes widened at the sight of the food bowl, and she leaned in, taking a deep sniff. "It smells absolutely lovely."
"It's paella," Tracey said. "I promise you'll enjoy it."
They sat together, filled their plates, and began eating. Everything was perfect. As Harry chewed on the chicken, he noticed she squeezed lemon on top and used honey. Saffron and rice complemented the sautéed vegetables so well, and he relished in this delicious meal.
"This is bloody amazing," Daphne said, equally delighted with Tracey's cooking, despite showing signs of illness. "I love it."
"Me too," Harry said, as the trio finished the bowl.
"I'm honored," Tracey said, placing a hand on her chest.
Once they were full, Harry helped Tracey clean up the table while Daphne went out to the balcony and sat on the lounge chair. They joined her shortly after, and together they watched the sunset as the waves crashed against the shore. Though the sunset was beautiful, Harry felt Tracey's gaze on his bulge, and he felt like she wanted to get something off her chest.
"We should... Maybe we'll shoot a sex scene tomorrow if you want," she said, looking at him intently, waiting for his consent.
