The Muggle and Her Lover. Mrs Granger/OC
Emma stood before her full-length mirror, her voluptuous body reflected in the glass. Her brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, brushing against her large, heavy breasts. She had just stepped out of the shower, her skin still damp and glowing. Her wedding ring glinted on her finger, a stark contrast to the pink nail polish she had meticulously applied the night before. She admired her feet, her toes painted the same shade of pink, a secret smile playing on her lips as she thought of Rahul.
She reached for her underwear drawer, pulling out a lacy pink bra and a matching thong. She slipped into them, the cool fabric sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel her nipples hardening, pressing against the lace, as she imagined Rahul's rough hands on her. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her arousal mixed with the faint smell of her perfume.
"God, I need him," she whispered to herself, her voice husky with desire. She could almost feel his strong hands gripping her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. She could hear his deep voice, his Indian accent thick as he whispered dirty words into her ear.
She slipped on a tight, low-cut dress, the pink fabric hugging her curves. She knew Rahul loved it when she wore pink. She finished her outfit with a pair of black heels, the click of her heels on the wooden floor echoing through the empty house. She grabbed her coat, her heart pounding with anticipation as she headed out the door.
"Just a few more minutes," she thought, her body already aching for Rahul's touch. She could taste his lips on hers, could feel his stubble scratching her skin. She quickened her pace, her heels clicking faster on the pavement. She was going to be late, but she knew Rahul would be waiting. He always was.
Emma walked into the bustling London café, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She spotted Rahul sitting in the corner, his bronze skin and black hair standing out amidst the pale Londoners. She felt the eyes of the patrons on her, their gazes lingering on her tight dress and ample cleavage. She loved it, the attention, the subtle disapproval. It made her feel alive.
Rahul looked up as she approached, his black eyes raking over her body. "You look good enough to eat, Emma," he said, his Indian accent thick, his English broken. "Sit, sit," he commanded, gesturing to the chair opposite him.
Emma sat down, her dress riding up her thighs. She saw Rahul's eyes flick to her exposed skin, a smirk playing on his lips. "You like?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr.
Rahul chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "I like very much, Emma. You dress like good little slut for me."
Emma blushed at his words, her body responding to his crude language. She could feel her nipples hardening, pressing against the fabric of her dress. She looked around, noticing the stares from the other patrons. She leaned in, her voice low. "People are staring, Rahul. They don't approve."
Rahul shrugged, a wicked grin on his face. "Let them stare. I like when they look at what is mine." He reached across the table, his hand resting on hers. His thumb brushed against her wedding ring, a reminder of her infidelity. "You are mine, yes, Emma?"
Emma nodded, her breath hitching in her throat. "Yes, Rahul. I'm yours."
Rahul smiled, his eyes darkening with lust. "Good girl. Now, order food. You need energy for what I have planned."
Emma picked up the menu, her hands shaking with anticipation. She could feel Rahul's eyes on her, his gaze burning into her skin. She knew she was in for a wild ride, and she couldn't wait.
Emma scanned the menu, her heart still pounding from Rahul's intense gaze. She looked up at the waitress, a young blonde girl with a polite smile. "I'll have the bacon and eggs, please," Emma said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
Rahul smirked, his eyes never leaving Emma. "You need protein, yes? For strength. I like when you struggle." He leaned in, his voice a low growl. "Makes it more fun when I take you."
Emma's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing at his words. She squirmed in her seat, feeling the slickness between her thighs. Rahul noticed her movement, his smirk growing wider.
"You wet for me, Emma?" he asked, his voice a harsh whisper. "You want me to touch you, yes?"
Emma glanced around nervously, but no one seemed to be paying attention to them. She nodded slightly, her eyes locked onto Rahul's.
Rahul chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. He reached under the table, his hand disappearing beneath the tablecloth. Emma gasped as she felt his fingers brush against her inner thigh, tracing a path up to her heated center.
"Rahul, not here," she whispered, her voice barely audible. But her protests were weak, her body betraying her as she spread her legs slightly, granting him better access.
Rahul's fingers found her clit, rubbing gentle circles around the sensitive nub. Emma bit her lip, suppressing a moan. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing with each stroke of Rahul's fingers.
"You like this, yes?" Rahul murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "You like when I touch you like this."
Emma nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. She was close, so close. Rahul's fingers moved faster, his touch more insistent. Emma's hands gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white.
As her climax hit, she leaned forward, biting down on Rahul's hand to muffle her cries. She could taste the salt of his skin, could feel the rough callouses under her teeth. Rahul didn't flinch, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched her come undone.
As Emma's breathing returned to normal, the waitress arrived with her food. Emma looked up, her eyes glazed, her cheeks flushed. The waitress raised an eyebrow but said nothing, placing the plate of bacon and eggs in front of her.
Emma looked at Rahul, a small smile playing on her lips. "Eat, Emma," Rahul commanded. "You need your strength. We have long day ahead."
Emma nodded, picking up her fork and taking a bite of her eggs. She could still feel the ghost of Rahul's touch between her legs, a promise of what was to come. She finished her meal quickly, eager to get Rahul home.
"Come," she said, standing up and grabbing her coat. "Let's go."
Rahul followed her out of the café, his eyes never leaving the sway of her hips. It was going to be a long, enjoyable day.
Emma led Rahul to her husband's car, a sleek, expensive BMW parked in the lot. Rahul let out a low whistle, his eyes scanning the vehicle appreciatively. "He has good taste, your husband," Rahul said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Too bad he has no taste in women."
Emma bristled at the insult but said nothing, unlocking the car and sliding into the passenger seat. Rahul got behind the wheel, adjusting the seat to accommodate his large frame. He started the engine, revving it loudly before pulling out of the parking lot.
As they merged onto the busy London streets, Rahul's hand found its way to Emma's thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. "You want to please me, yes, Emma?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
Emma nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what he wanted, and she was eager to comply. She leaned over the center console, her hands finding the zipper of Rahul's pants. She could see the outline of his cock, hard and straining against the fabric.
Rahul smirked, his eyes on the road as he sped through the streets. "Good girl," he murmured, shifting slightly to give her better access.
Emma unzipped his pants, her hand wrapping around his thick cock. She could feel the heat of him, the pulsing veins beneath her fingers. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick the precum beading at the tip.
Rahul groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, pushing her head down. "Take it all, Emma," he commanded, his voice harsh.
Emma obliged, her lips wrapping around his cock, taking him deep into her throat. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, could taste the salt of his skin. She bobbed her head up and down, her hands working the base of his shaft.
Rahul's driving became more erratic, his speed increasing as he weaved in and out of traffic. He cut off a car, the driver honking angrily, but Rahul just laughed, his hand tightening in Emma's hair.
"Your husband, he cannot satisfy you, yes?" Rahul taunted, his eyes flicking to Emma as she sucked him. "He has small cock, small balls. He is not real man."
Emma hummed in agreement, her mouth full of Rahul's cock. She could feel her own arousal growing, her body responding to Rahul's dominance. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deeper.
Rahul swerved suddenly, narrowly avoiding a collision with another car. The driver shouted something out the window, but Rahul just flipped him off, his laughter filling the car. Emma didn't stop, her mouth still working Rahul's cock, her body braced against the dashboard.
They finally arrived at the Granger residence, Rahul pulling into the driveway with a screech of tires. He killed the engine, his body tense with unspent desire. Emma sat up, her lips swollen and glistening, her breath coming in short gasps.
Rahul looked at her, his eyes dark with lust. "We go inside now," he said, his voice a low growl. "And then, I fuck you properly."
Emma led Rahul into the living room, her heart pounding with anticipation. She knew what he wanted, what he expected. She was his to command, his to control.
Rahul sat down on the plush sofa, his legs spread wide, his cock still hard and straining against his pants. He looked at Emma, his eyes dark with lust. "Dance for me, Emma," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Show me your body."
Emma nodded, her breath hitching in her throat. She walked over to the stereo, her hips swaying seductively. She turned on some jazz music, the sultry beat filling the room. She began to move, her body swaying to the rhythm, her hands running over her curves.
She slowly unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy pink bra and thong. She could see Rahul's eyes on her, his gaze burning into her skin. She turned around, her ass shaking as she danced, her fingers tracing the line of her thong.
"Take it off," Rahul commanded, his voice harsh. "Show me your tits, your ass. Show me everything."
Emma complied, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her large breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and erect. She hooked her thumbs into her thong, slowly pulling it down, revealing her wet, shaved pussy.
Rahul groaned, his hand rubbing his cock through his pants. "Come here, white piggy," he said, his voice a low growl. "Come suck my cock."
Emma walked over to him, her body glistening with sweat, her breath coming in short gasps. She knelt down in front of him, her hands reaching for his zipper. She could see the outline of his cock, thick and hard, and her mouth watered at the sight.
She unzipped his pants, her hand wrapping around his shaft. She could feel the heat of him, the pulsing veins beneath her fingers. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick the precum beading at the tip.
Rahul groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, pushing her head down. "Take it all, white piggy," he commanded, his voice harsh. "Choke on my cock."
Emma obliged, her lips wrapping around his cock, taking him deep into her throat. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, could taste the salt of his skin. She gagged slightly as he hit the back of her throat, but she didn't stop, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked him.
Rahul's hands tightened in her hair, his hips thrusting up to meet her mouth. "That's it, white piggy," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Suck my cock like a good little slut."
Emma could feel her own arousal growing, her body responding to Rahul's dominance. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deeper. She could feel his cock swelling in her mouth, could taste more precum on her tongue. But she knew he wouldn't cum, not yet. He had more planned for her, and she was eager to comply.
Emma looked up at Rahul, her eyes filled with tears from choking on his cock, her mascara running down her cheeks. She released his cock from her mouth, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're so big, Rahul," she praised, her voice hoarse. "So much bigger than my husband. He's pathetic compared to you."
Rahul smirked, his hand still tangled in her hair. "He is small man, yes?" he said, his Indian accent thick. "Small cock, small balls. Not like me. I am real man."
Emma nodded eagerly, her hands running up Rahul's thighs. "Yes, Rahul. You're a real man. Please, fuck me. Fuck me on my marriage bed. I want you to claim me there, to make me yours completely."
Rahul chuckled, his eyes darkening with lust. "You beg like good little slut, white piggy," he said, his voice a low growl. "Come, take me upstairs. Show me this bed where you fuck your pathetic husband."
Emma stood up, her body trembling with anticipation. She took Rahul's cock in her hand, gently leading him towards the stairs. She looked back at him, her eyes filled with lust and admiration. "You're so much better than him, Rahul," she said, her voice breathy. "You make me feel things he never could."
Rahul followed her up the stairs, his eyes on her ass as she swayed her hips seductively. "You are mine, white piggy," he said, his voice firm. "Mine to fuck, mine to use. Your husband, he cannot satisfy you like I can."
Emma led him into the master bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked at the bed, the place where she had shared so many intimate moments with her husband. But now, she wanted Rahul to defile it, to claim it as his own.
She turned to Rahul, her eyes filled with desire. "Please, Rahul," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fuck me here. Make me yours."
Rahul smirked, his hands reaching for her breasts, squeezing them roughly. "You are already mine, white piggy," he said, his voice harsh. "But I will fuck you here. I will make you scream my name while you lie on this bed, this symbol of your pathetic marriage."
Emma moaned, her body arching into his touch. She was ready for him, ready to be claimed, ready to be fucked like the slut she was. And Rahul was more than ready to oblige.
Rahul pushed Emma onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly on the soft mattress. "On your knees, white piggy," he commanded, his voice harsh. "Ass up, face down."
Emma complied, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked up, her eyes landing on the wedding photo that hung on the wall. Her husband smiled back at her, his arm wrapped around her waist. She felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly replaced by lust as she felt Rahul's hands on her hips.
Rahul positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back sharply. "Look at him, white piggy," he growled, his eyes on the wedding photo. "Look at your pathetic husband while I fuck you like the slut you are."
Emma moaned, her body arching into Rahul's touch. She could feel his cock sliding into her, filling her completely. She gasped as he began to move, his thrusts hard and fast. She could feel his balls slapping against her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
"Oh god, Rahul," she cried out, her hands fisting the sheets. "You feel so good. So much better than him."
Rahul chuckled, his hand tightening in her hair. "He cannot satisfy you like I can, yes?" he said, his voice thick with lust. "He is small man, with small cock. Not like me. I am real man."
Emma nodded, her body convulsing as her first orgasm hit. She could feel her walls clenching around Rahul's cock, her juices coating him. But he didn't stop, his thrusts becoming even more intense.
He placed his foot on her cheek, pushing her face into the mattress. She could smell the scent of their sex, the scent of her arousal mixed with his sweat. It was intoxicating, and she found herself cumming again, her screams muffled by the mattress.
"That's it, white piggy," Rahul groaned, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Cum for me like good little slut. Show me how much you love my cock."
Emma could feel her body responding to his words, her orgasms coming one after the other. She could see her husband's face in the photo, his smile a stark contrast to the raw, primal lust she was experiencing. She felt a sense of power, of liberation. She was Rahul's, completely and utterly.
Rahul continued to fuck her, his body glistening with sweat, his muscles taut with exertion. He didn't cum, his stamina seemingly endless. Emma could feel her body growing tired, her orgasms becoming less intense. But she didn't want him to stop. She wanted this to last forever.
"Please, Rahul," she begged, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Don't stop. Please don't stop fucking me."
Rahul smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "I will not stop, white piggy," he said, his voice a low growl. "Not until you cannot walk, cannot think. Not until you are truly mine."
And so, he continued, his cock pounding into her, his hands rough on her skin. Emma could feel herself losing control, her body and mind consumed by the raw, primal lust that only Rahul could invoke.
Rahul pulled out of Emma, her body still trembling from her multiple orgasms. He sat back on the bed, his cock glistening with her juices, his chest heaving with exertion. He looked at Emma, his eyes dark with lust and dominance.
"Come here, white piggy," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Sit on my cock. I want to see you ride me."
Emma looked back at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. She crawled towards him, her body aching from the intense fucking she had just received. She straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips, her hands resting on his chest.
Rahul smirked, his hands reaching up to grab her breasts, squeezing them roughly. "Good girl," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Now, take my cock inside you. Show me how much you want it."
Emma reached down, her hand wrapping around his thick shaft. She guided him to her entrance, her body already slick and ready for him. She slowly lowered herself onto him, her eyes rolling back as she felt him filling her completely.
Rahul groaned, his hands moving to her hips, guiding her movements. "That's it, white piggy," he said, his voice harsh. "Ride my cock like a good little slut."
Emma began to move, her hips rising and falling as she rode him. She could feel his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with admiration and lust.
"You're so big, Rahul," she praised, her voice breathy. "So much better than my husband. He could never make me feel like this."
Rahul chuckled, his hands tightening on her hips. "He is pathetic, yes?" he said, his voice filled with disdain. "He cannot satisfy you like I can. He is not a real man."
Emma nodded, her body moving faster, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Rahul," she agreed. "He's pathetic. He could never fuck me like you do."
Rahul smirked, his hand reaching up to grab her hair, pulling her head back sharply. "And who do you belong to, white piggy?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
Emma cried out, her body convulsing as another orgasm hit her. "You, Rahul," she screamed. "I belong to you!"
Rahul laughed, his eyes filled with satisfaction. He brought his hand down hard on her ass, the sound of the smack filling the room. Emma screamed again, her body jerking from the impact.
"That's right, white piggy," he said, his voice filled with dominance. "You are mine. Now, ride my cock like you mean it. Show me how much you want to please me."
Emma complied, her body moving faster, her screams of pleasure filling the room. She could feel her orgasms coming one after the other, her body consumed by the raw, primal lust that only Rahul could invoke. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with admiration and submission. He was her master, her god, and she would do anything to please him.
Emma rode Rahul's cock with wild abandon, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel her orgasms building, one after the other, her body consumed by the raw, primal lust that only Rahul could invoke. But just as she was about to reach her peak, Rahul grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her back with a sudden, powerful movement.
Emma gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and fear. Rahul loomed over her, his bronze skin glistening with sweat, his black eyes filled with a dark, intense lust. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, his body pressing down on hers.
"Please, Rahul," Emma begged, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please, I can't take anymore."
Rahul chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. "You can take it, white piggy," he said, his voice a low growl. "You will take it."
He thrust into her, his cock filling her completely, his hips moving with a brutal, relentless rhythm. Emma cried out, her body convulsing as another orgasm hit her. She could feel her walls clenching around his cock, her juices coating him. But Rahul didn't stop, his thrusts becoming even more intense.
"Please, Rahul," Emma begged again, her voice filled with tears. "Please, stop. I can't take it."
Rahul smirked, his hand reaching up to grab her hair, pulling her head back sharply. "You can take it, white piggy," he said, his voice harsh. "You will take it all."
He pounded into her, his cock hitting her cervix with each thrust. Emma screamed, her body writhing beneath him, her orgasms coming one after the other. She could feel her consciousness slipping, her vision blurring as she was consumed by the intense pleasure and pain.
Finally, with a deep, guttural groan, Rahul came, his cock pulsing as he filled her womb with his hot, sticky cum. Emma screamed one last time, her body convulsing as she came with him, her consciousness slipping away as she passed out.
Rahul looked down at her, his eyes filled with satisfaction. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He stood up, his body still heaving with exertion, his eyes never leaving Emma's limp form.
"Good girl, white piggy," he said, his voice filled with a dark, twisted affection. "You take my cock so good."
He began to gather his clothes, his movements slow and deliberate. He knew he had to leave, but he took his time, savoring the sight of Emma's body, marked and claimed by him. He knew she would be sore when she woke up, her body aching from the intense fucking she had received. But he also knew that she would crave more, that she would beg for him to fuck her again. And he would, again and again, until she was truly and completely his.
With one last look at Emma, Rahul left the room, his footsteps echoing through the empty house as he made his way out, leaving Emma alone in her marital bed, her body filled with his cum, her mind filled with the dark, twisted pleasure that only he could provide.
Emma stirred awake, her body aching from the intense fucking she had received from Rahul. She looked at the clock, realizing she had only half an hour before her husband and daughter arrived home. She quickly got out of bed, her body still sticky with sweat and Rahul's cum. She didn't have time to shower, so she simply threw on a loose dress, the fabric clinging to her curves.
As she made her way downstairs to the kitchen, she could still smell Rahul on her, the scent of sex and his cologne lingering on her skin. She could feel his cum leaking out of her, a reminder of their intense encounter. She smiled to herself, a secret, satisfied smile as she began to prepare dinner.
Just as she was putting the finishing touches on the meal, she heard the front door open. Her husband, Mr. Granger, walked in, his briefcase in hand, his eyes tired from a long day at work. Behind him was Hermione, dressed in muggle clothes, her bushy hair tied back in a ponytail.
"Something smells good," Mr. Granger said, his voice cheerful as he made his way into the kitchen. He gave Emma a peck on the cheek, not noticing the scent of another man on her.
"Thanks, dear," Emma replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. She turned to Hermione, giving her a warm smile. "How was your day, sweetheart?"
Hermione shrugged, her eyes downcast. "It was okay. I spent most of the day reading."
Emma nodded, turning back to the stove. "Well, I'm sure you're hungry. Dinner is almost ready."
As they sat down to eat, Mr. Granger turned to Emma, his eyes curious. "So, how was your day? What did you get up to while we were out?"
Emma hesitated for a moment, her mind flashing back to the intense fucking she had received from Rahul. She could still feel his hands on her, his cock inside her, his voice in her ear. She smiled, her voice steady as she replied, "Oh, not much. Just some shopping and then I came home and took a nap. You know, the usual."
Mr. Granger nodded, his eyes already drifting back to his food, oblivious to the secret his wife was hiding. Emma looked at Hermione, her eyes filled with a mix of guilt and excitement. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help it. She was addicted to Rahul, to the pleasure and pain he provided. And she would do anything to keep it a secret, to keep her family in the dark about her illicit affair.
As they continued to eat, Emma could feel Rahul's cum leaking out of her, a constant reminder of their encounter. She squirmed in her seat, her body already craving more. She knew she would have to wait, to be patient. But she also knew that it would be worth it, that Rahul would give her what she needed, what she craved. And until then, she would play the part of the dutiful wife and mother, hiding her secret desires behind a smile and a lie.