1. One Big Horny Weasley Family - chapter 10


    Date: 8/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, BDSM, Fan fiction, Male/Female, Spanking, Author: naughtydragon, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    This is a work of fan fiction. All characters and locations are the property of their respective owners. I own the story line. Hello Pussycat Hermione clutched the small handbag tightly as she entered the hotel. She had to walk slowly, and on her toes, because she had never developed the skill of walking in ridiculously tall heels like these; being a little drunk didn’t help either. Fortunately her belly dancing classes had taught her how to undulate as she walked, which helped her keep balance as long as she kept her hips and shoulders moving in opposite directions at the right time. Somewhere behind her someone wolf-whistled, a look over her shoulder didn’t reveal the perpetrator, but she didn’t dare turn around for fear that she would trip. Thirty minutes ago this had seemed like such a great idea. Borrow the vinyl catsuit and boots from Katie, since she obviously couldn’t go out in public in her bath robe. Throw a long coat on over it and catch a taxi to the hotel since she’d had too many drinks to safely practice magic. Angelina had spotted her a hundred pounds to cover fares and incidentals and loaned her a hand bag with what she had referred to as ‘just in case’ items. “Good evening, Miss.” The man behind the counter was just barely taller than she, dark-haired and his goatee looked like he waxed it. His beady eyes swept over her and a knowing smile revealed a thin line of very white teeth. “How may I assist you?” “I,” she stumbled as she took a step forward but ...
    caught herself on the edge of the counter. “New shoes,” she said with an apologetic smile. He smiled indulgently. “I need to pick up a key for my room. I’m with Ron Weasley, room 1510.” “Of course, Miss…?” “Mrs. Weasley.” “My apologies, ma’am; if I could just see your I.D. please.” Hermione froze, her I.D. was at home on her vanity. “I’m sorry, I don’t have that with me.” She couldn’t open the purse and show him that she didn’t have it, because the contents of the purse would raise far more questions than they would answer. “I,” she stammered but had no answer. “You’re new to this area, aren’t you?” “Yes, I’ve been visiting family here.” There was another of the indulgent smiles from the man behind the counter. “Of course you have.” He gave her a once over that made her very nervous and self-conscious. “My normal tip for an ‘extra’ key is ten pounds, unless you’d like to make other arrangements.” “What do you mean?” “Please. Don’t play the wide-eyed innocent with me young lady. Since you’re new to the business, consider this professional advice. It is normal to tip the desk if you need a discreet key. Ten is the normal tip for any hotel between two and four stars. You’ll want to speak to the most senior desk clerk and pass the money discreetly. In the morning, we ask that you not leave through the front door.” It took her a moment to understand what he was saying. When she did she was incensed, never in all her life had she been accused of anything so vile. “Are you calling me a-” ...
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