Second Chances [The Dudley Story]

Creak!

The massive, twin wooden doors opened magically on their own.

Dudley walked inside carefully, finding the lack of a house elf confusing. But he did notice the luxury that was on display. Gold gilded ceilings and edges, massive chandeliers, paintings on the walls, and glass showcases of various artifacts. The mansion felt less like a house and more like a museum.

Eventually, he approached the large living area of the mansion. A three, three-seater couch set was placed in front of the hearth, a coffee table in the middle. On one of the couches, he found a lone woman sitting.

Succubus! Definitely a bloody succubus. How can a woman be this beautiful at this age?

Dudley approached the couches with heavy steps. Soon enough, the woman reacted to him and stood up. To his surprise, she was almost as tall as him, her skin glowing a rich golden, reddish-brown. Her dress was a single-piece sleeveless gown made of white silk. Two thin strings held the gown on her amber shoulders, the neck area was so wide that her large, dangling bust was barely covered. He was almost certain she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her figure was truly curvaceous, an hourglass of allure, with wide hips that any man would cherish. A long slit ran all the way down from one side of her hips, making one of her slender soft legs stand out in pure display. Besides that, her long dark, wavy hair was utterly beautiful, alongside her dark hazel eyes, contrasting well with her red lipstick.

A small mole was also above the right side of her subtly smiling lips, a small detail that heightened the allure significantly. She looked like a movie star from the 1940's; charming, elegant, regal.

I can feel it already. Dudley felt warmth between his legs. There was something seriously sexually magical about the woman. Let's be careful. Let's not be her poor eighth husband.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Zabini. You are truly… beautiful."

"Hah." The woman throatily chuckled, even her voice was so seductive, bordering hoarseness and deep, yet feminine. Her one arm was pressed under her bust, while the other hand held a golden cigarette holder that she used occasionally to take puffs. "And I too enjoy… what I'm seeing."

Jesus Christ. This milf. Dudley tried not to stare at her large melons and long dusky legs. It's gonna be one hell of a night.

"Do sit, Mr. Dursley. You've intrigued me more than you realize." Mrs. Zabini settled gracefully, her legs crossing to reveal a tantalizing glimpse through the gown's daring cut. "Right here, if you please."

Seeing her pat the seat beside her, Dudley bit his tongue to stay focused and approached her. He could feel something in the air already. Something sensual that was making him horny and daring. He wanted to bed this woman right away, he felt.

"So young, so accomplished. Men like you, Mr. Dursley, are a rare delight. Your quick and consistent rise is a declaration that it isn't a fluke—it speaks of destiny." Mrs. Zabini shifted closer to Dudley's side until her hips squeezed into his flesh. The warmth of her body was noticeable even with their clothes between them. "Tell me, Mr. Dursley. How did you do it?"

"Not that hard when you know Arithmancy and Muggle mathematics," Dudley replied in a restrained manner. He felt stiff in her company as if he was in a tigress' lair. "Investing money is a bit like the lottery. It's risky, but if you're careful and think it through, you can come out ahead."

"Hmm, so it's like finding a good man?" Mrs. Zabini shifted even closer, squeezing her flesh harder into him. Her free hand shamelessly landed on his lap, not even on the thighs but straight in the middle of his lap. "Oh, darling, I'm afraid I'm rather poor at making decisions. If I were better at it, perhaps my husbands wouldn't be dead... and I wouldn't be left to my own devices. It's so lonely."

Focus, Dudley. You're here to get money from her, not giving it to her. Dudley proudly reciprocated her hand movement.

He turned to her more, placing one elbow on the couch's backrest behind her with a relaxed expression, as if he was tempted but still in control. His other hand slid under the slit in her long gown and tasted her warm, sweet chocolate-like thighs. He shamelessly squeezed his hand between her legs, feeling the oozing warmth from her core, inches away from his fingertips.

But to his shock, Mrs. Zabini suddenly uncrossed her legs as she leaned back on the backrest, giving him ample room to reach for her loins. Her long graceful neck tilted towards him as if challenging him to lean in a bit more, perfectly placing herself under his looming shadow. Her hand also ventured further and slid over the bulge growing in his pants. Up and down, over and over like she was petting a beloved cat.

They both locked eyes, as her long red nails traced his throbbing shaft over his pants. The ticklish thrill made his erection harder, dangling him on the edge of temptation.

"Dinner is still an hour away, Mr. Dursley." Mrs. Zabini murmured breathily and twisted her body towards him, bringing her face closer to his, her mature yet beautiful features turning even more apparent. "Won't you be a dear and keep this lonely woman company... just until then?"

Yeah, she wants it. She wants the dick. Dudley knew it now. There was only one direction their exchange was going. Let's be the one in control.

Dudley squeezed his hand closer to her loins and pressed his finger on her soaking slit. He could feel the dampness seeping through the thin lacy material, hot and scorching. His finger followed the sensual shape, slowly pressing down on her swollen nub.

"Of course, Mrs. Zabini. I'd love to accompany you… this evening."

"Wonderful…" Mrs. Zabini leaned in even more towards his side and gently brought her face up to kiss him.

But Dudley had no intention of being passive. He maintained control and pushed her shoulder back on the couch, entangling the thin strap of her dress with two fingers, and pulling it down her smooth shoulders. He leaned down towards her, burying his face in the curve of her neck, licking down and kissing her chestnut skin.

The hand on her shoulder trailed down her collarbone, feeling the hum of her breath on his palm as he was now certain she wasn't wearing any kind of bra. Her large pair of assets were still full and soft, her skin felt velvety under his touch. He cupped one in his large palm, squeezing greedily.

Mrs. Zabini moaned as she closed her eyes in enjoyment. "Ooh… Mr. Dursley! So impatient… Hmmm… Such a direct man… I love it."

Finally, on his own accord, Dudley pecked butterfly kisses up her neck and suckled on her deep red lips. He tasted her incredible lipstick, swishing his tongue in her mouth to plunder. He felt no resistance, but a subdued sense of submission lingered on her tongue.

Let's keep this under wraps. No penetration. No fucking penetration!

Dudley's mind kept reminding himself of the boundaries he had to keep, but his mouth feasted on her lips entirely. His hand molded her breasts wildly, gripping and squeezing the simmering swells.

Mrs. Zabini's hand was still recklessly rubbing his bulge, grinding and pressing, gripping around him as far as she could. Her tongue struggled against his, slurping on his spit, the thirst was obvious. She welcomed his every touch, feeling the tantalizing sensation of being played with.

Then finally, feeling breathless, she stopped kissing and pulled back. "Let's see what else you can impress me with, Mr. Dursley…"

She slid down on her knees on the floor, placing herself between his legs. Her dress hung tightly around her midsection and her voluptuous, naked breasts settled right between his knees.

She unbuckled his pants eagerly and took out his hot swollen cock. Her eyes slightly widened as she found his straining size larger than she had anticipated. She held his girthy cock with one hand, its length longer than her face even.

She licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue, her hunger clearly shown. But her words still sounded as if she was in control. "Ummm… Normally I eat desserts after the meal but this time… A little taste won't hurt."

"Go on, be a good girl. You don't need to be shy," Dudley said as he placed his hand on her head.

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