Second Chances [The Dudley Story] 21 - MACUSA, Coffee & The Plot

It wasn't just an army of fighting wizards that Dudley had funded. 

His base in Myanmar was also a research facility where artifacts could be made that would help his fighters be better at everything. Better protection, better offense, and better ways to escape in case of capture. 

It took him many days to meet every single member of the Vanguard Group, know their name, their reasons for joining, and finally exchange the Unbreakable Vow. The vow was meant to ensure their loyalty, but also make them confident that the promises he was making wouldn't be broken. That even if they were to die in the line of work, their families would be taken care of. 

But it wasn't yet the time to make them known. That moment was getting close, however. 

After seven days of working and nights full of satisfying Tonks’ needs with endless creampies, he finished his work in Myanmar and returned home. As he'd promised Lily, he knocked on her door, too. He sighed with a tinge of disappointment and relief when nobody opened the door. 

Part of him was attracted to her. Part of him was questioning that attraction. She was Harry's mother; while he didn't give a damn if he were to get physical with her and Harry found out, the mess would be insane. 

“Mum, I’m heading off to the States—want me to bring you anything back?” Dudley asked, grabbing his magical suitcase with too much space. 

Petunia was in full makeup, in a fine dress, and with an apron over. She was preparing to shoot another episode of her cooking show. "Can you bring a Smoker if you find a good one? I couldn't find anything decent here."

"Oh!" Dudley's eyes opened wide, his tongue drooling. “You mean one of those meat smokers? Yeah, I can bring one. I’ll be flying a big jet—loads of space in the cargo hold, so it’s no trouble.”

Petunia walked closer and hugged her son warmly before patting his shoulder. "Take care, pumpkin."

"Ugh…"

Dudley was sure she called him pumpkin just to tease him at that point. He didn't mind, though. Petunia was a changed woman. Sure, her past deeds couldn't be fixed. But now, she doesn't give a damn about magic. She even reconciled with Lily.

Sadly, he knew that if Petunia were to know of the unholy things he wanted to do to her sister, it'd be the end of all familial ties.

"I'll see you in three days, Mum."

Waving at her, he got into the backseat of his luxury MPV, which looked ordinary from the outside.

"You're late, Edwin." Dudley greeted his co-passenger. The CFO of D&D Holdings was also going with him this time. 

With dark circles under his baggy eyes, Edwin tiredly pointed at the storage behind their seats. There, cardboard boxes lay stacked. "Well, Sir, you asked me to be prepared for everything. I’ve reviewed countless documents, corrected and reassessed the reports, and then ensured they were properly packed. I’ve not slept in two days."

"Just a couple more years, that’s all. The tech stuff I’ve put money into—it’ll make things loads easier for us before long."

Dudley had pushed forward the development of the internet through Google and his other strategic investments. After all, the more widespread the internet was, the more his companies like Netflix, Google, and Amazon would give him returns. 

"I hope you're right… I can't wait for it. If that smartphone thing is a success, I’ll be able to read everything on the go. And the light weight laptop—"

"That also means you'll be prone to hacking. Getting your data stolen or something? New tech always brings new risks, doesn’t it? But no need to fret. I’ll be pressing for stricter data protection laws, whether Westminster fancies it or not. This is our home turf, and we ought to feel as safe here as kings in their castles."

“Hah—Would that count as treason, we've a Queen, you know?” Edwin quipped, pressing the button to recline his seat. “In any case, with all this magic stuff, I’m afraid true safety may never be ours, Sir.”

Chuckling, Dudley patted his CFO's shoulder. 

"Don't worry, I'm more confident on that aspect than the muggle one. In the UK, at least."

####

The United States was really an uncharted territory. Sure, he had massive investments in muggle business, but the magical world remained a mystery. He had no contacts, and in general, the size was much bigger. With wizard populations many times the size of Britain's, MACUSA was far more powerful than the Ministry, and Dudley had to be careful. 

One of the reasons he was creating a private wizard army was to offset such fears. He wanted to have more fighters under his wing than the number of Aurors a nation like America possessed. 

Vernon's death was a painful wake-up call. In an ideal world without magic, his wealth would have sufficed. He could have outsourced solutions to his problems. But in the magical world, hard power was everything. 

The best thing about traveling in a private jet was the private jet terminal. Once the plane landed at San Francisco International Airport, they didn't have to wait long before entering a fine luxury SUV and leaving for D&D's American branch. It was a building, a skyscraper, in fact. 

One of the fields Dudley had always pushed for investment in had been real estate. And he'd been doing it since the day he made his first ten million. From London to Tokyo, he had properties everywhere.

"Nice meeting you again, Sir."

“Drop the act, Penny,” Dudley said with a grin, stepping forward to give Penelope Clearwater a warm hug. “How’ve you been? Heard things got a bit rough for you.”

It had been a long time since they last saw each other. Penelope had been busy too, managing Dudley's magical side of the business. Buying out Diagon Alley and then overseeing its expansion and face lift. 

But more than that, she worked in the D&D Bank. Her job was to find talent to hire, get them investigated, then interviewed, and put on a waiting list for Dudley's approval. Of course, vows were involved. He didn't have the luxury that Goblins had. Human greed made it easy to backstab. 

But the United States, where Dudley hoped to make strides through his bank, hit a wall. MACUSA pulled back its support abruptly, halted all permissions, and forced D&D Bank to cease setting up its branch there. 

"Let’s discuss that later, Dudley. You ought to handle the Muggle matters first—the magical side will be rather chaotic. Percy’s been quite reliable since you sent him; he’s made connections at MACUSA and can arrange a meeting with Madam President."

"Straight to the top, ha?" Dudley sighed, but then he raised a brow in a teasing manner. "Wait, Percy? Are you tw—"

“He’s found someone else, I’m afraid. Some American Muggle girl.” Penelope clarified quickly. “I’ve no idea how he managed it, honestly—she’s far too pretty.”

That sounds suspicious. 

"Edwin, get our folks to look into it. Percy is closely tied to D&D Bank. His too-pretty girlfriend could be a gift from our well-wishers," Dudley ordered, hiding his doubts with sarcasm. "You too, Penny. Keep your eyes and ears open."

The tall, slender, blonde Hogwarts senior saluted like a soldier. "Understood, Boss."

"Let's go then."

The first day of his trip was packed with meetings. He had decided to conduct another round of investing in new companies. Of course, he only bet on those he knew would succeed. Priceline Group, GoDaddy, WebMD, and many more. 

Though the notable name that Dudley placed the most focus on remained the future juggernaut—BlackRock. The company was founded in 1988, but it was currently going through restructuring and other changes. It was easy to dip his hands in it at this point. In a way, the company was his future competitor, and he had no desire to let it sprout. 

In the evening, Dudley held a large party for his company executives, the CEOs, and executives of the companies he was invested in. People from Google, Amazon, and many more who wanted to be close to this young man who was more mysterious than Santa arrived. 

Nobody truly knew how rich Dudley was. The only fact known was that he was the richest man under 20 in the world, and possibly among the top 10 richest in the world. And it was hard to reach people with that much wealth, so the party was filled with new faces. 

Dudley recognised a lot of people. This was the purpose behind the party. Instead of seeking out the people from his past life who he knew would succeed, he let them find him. And sure enough, nobody could ignore the sweet, sweet scent of capital investment. 

That night, the number of business cards he received could fill a school bag. But a handful of them went straight to his wallet. Either men he wanted to hire or own.

####

"You look great in this suit," Penelope complimented, standing in front of Dudley's tall frame, fixing his tie. 

They were in Dudley's office in the San Francisco building he owned. He had another in Manhattan, but he didn't like spending time there. That place was too depressing, and all the finance guys that worked there reminded him of his old, sour days. 

"I guess," Dudley grumbled, looking at the blue-eyed blonde. Penelope had always been pretty, and now she was even more. As she stood so close to him, he looked down at her face. A faint hint of freckles marred the middle of her nose and cheeks, just enough to make it a beauty statement. She was dressed in Witch fashion, a long skirted dress, elegant, tight around the waist. 

The very waist where he rested his hands. He'd always tested boundaries with her ever since he started talking to her in Hogwarts. A hand on her thigh in the library, a few squeezing hugs, and each time, he received reciprocated responses. 

"But it’s a bit silly, isn’t it? I mean, my muggle suit’s perfectly fine—don’t see why I’ve got to swap it for some old-fashioned thing just ’cause wizards haven’t caught up with the times," Dudley muttered, palms spread on her waist, rubbing his thumb around the front side. 

Penelope smirked, her pouty lips hiding a tease. She stepped closer to him, her soft, pert swells brushed against his chest. "Lucky me—I get to admire how handsome you look, no matter the style."

"Oh?" A brow raised, Dudley looked into her big eyes. His one hand dragged up her waist, leaving her body for a moment, and softly pinched her chin to tilt her face up. "What is this? Flirting with your boss?"

There had always been sexual tension between them. And they both played that game whenever they met. By now, they both enjoyed it. 

Penelope smirked, baring her teeth in a big smile. “Why? Has my boss grown tired of his personal secretary? Am I no longer… charming enough?”

"You're not my personal secretary?"

"Not even for a short while? Then… would you prefer I go back home?"

Taking a pause, Dudley lowered his face to hers until the gap between their lips became extremely unprofessional. He could feel her breath, her scent. But just when Penelope slowly rose on her toes to close that gap, Dudley stood straight again. 

"Oh, not at all—you're rather brilliant at this. Honestly, wouldn't mind keeping you on a bit longer… for a more thorough review."

"Heh…" Penelope pursed her lips and stepped back to grab the files. "I'll try my best, Sir."

She really loves this game, doesn't she?

Ever since he offered her a job back in Hogwarts, she'd shown her true personality. Adventurous, intelligent, and now… teasing. Maybe having a high-paying job did wonders in freeing up her academically overloaded brain. 

"Come on then, best not keep Madam President waiting." Dudley finally slid his wand under his sleeve and left the building. 

The trip to MACUSA’s headquarters was simple. They used a Portkey since the headquarters building was in Manhattan. It was a controlled, regulated Portkey, so they appeared directly inside the Woolworth Building.

It was a far more magical sight when compared to the Ministry for Magic. A grand lobby with a cathedral-like ceiling that reached nearly 700 feet awaited him from his first step. And if he was correct, the building went as deep underground as it went up. A true, loud statement of MACUSA's magical prowess. 

“Come on then—Percy’s likely waiting.” Penelope acted as his guide, having been there before. "Madam President’s office is on the top floor.”

Soon, they entered an elevator that traveled at great speed. In seconds, the chime rang, and the doors opened. The name of the floor was also announced.

"Administration Wing."

Dudley walked out and followed Penelope through the long lobby with doors on each side at an even distance. Eventually, they reached the end of the lobby, which opened into a wide hall. There, multiple cabins made of wooden walls dotted the floor, each with different names but similar designations—President's Assistant.

In the middle of the hall was a round bench where Percy Weasley was seated, standing out as the lone ginger. There were also Aurors standing guard at each corner, tall, mean looking, dressed in long coats and hats that covered their eyes.

"Mr. Dursley." Percy stood up and rushed to shake his hand. "Madam President is ready to see you."

"Already?"

"She knows who enters the building and who leaves," Percy explained and then shook Penelope's hand too, but stiffly. "My advice, Sir, is to remain composed and patient with her. President Aiyana Blackwood is uncompromising. She served as a distinguished Auror for two decades before becoming the Vice-President under the previous administration. She’s blunt to a fault and quite disdainful of excessive flattery or dithering speech."

"How do you know all that?" Dudley asked. 

"I… I learned it personally, Sir."

"Ah… Thank you for your sacrifice." Dudley patted his shoulder and looked at the double door in the distance, right in the middle of the wall. It was guarded by two Aurors. "By the way, Aiyana isn't a common name."

"She's half native, Sir."

"Makes sense. I'll go then."

"Good luck." Penelope cheered. 

Dudley walked to the double doors and waited for the Aurors to search him or take his wand. He reckoned that should be the norm. But the two Aurors didn't even flinch or speak. 

Instead, the twin doors gently, silently flung open wide. He walked in without much thought and felt something. The same feeling as going under that waterfall in Gringotts. He ignored it and looked inside. It was a large but modest office. The floor was made of marble with a massive round symbol of MACUSA. On the left and right ends of the room were tall bookshelves.

And right in front of him, far at the edge of the room beside the massive glass windows, was a single table, broad. A lone woman stood behind it, her arms crossed, her body draped in peculiar garbs, colorful but ancient, with a cloak made of some sort of white fur. On her head was a pointed hat with a single feature of an unknown bird. 

She's tall and… hot?

It was hard to describe it. The woman was tall, her shoulders were slightly broad. She was definitely well-built under those layers of cloth. And her face, pale brown, with deep blue eyes, marked with a sharp nose, and a defined jawline, beautiful and elegant. Her brown hair was tied in a professional bun behind her head. There were a few thin wrinkles under her eyes, but nothing that ruined her looks. 

"Good Morning, Madam President." Dudley approached her table with greetings. 

For a moment, the woman remained silent. As if studying him, she sized him up from head to toe. He was just a few inches taller than her. 

"Have a seat, Mr. Dursley."

Pretty strong voice. Dudley admired the woman and took the visitor's chair in front of her table. 

He looked at her office for a better view. The view outside the windows was also a great sight. The skyline was visible. But it seemed the office sat higher than the height of the building somehow. 

"Do you want something to drink?"

He focused back on the MACUSA President and chuckled. "Is that commonly offered to all or a special privilege for a rich wizard?"

President Aiyana remained stoic. "Commonly, you fatten a pig before you slaughter it."

"Pfft—"

He almost laughed out loud. That was the most unexpected response, far from what he was expecting. Somehow, it had the opposite effect on him. 

Fuck, she's amazing. 

Dudley was only a human, after all. He liked strong-willed women too, especially if they came as beautiful as this one. 

“Careful there, Madam President. Some pigs don’t go down easy—they’ve got a nasty bite on ’em before they’re through.”

At last, the forty-something woman smirked. She put her hands on the table and leaned forward. "What can I do for you?"

"What you were doing before. I hoped to set up a bank branch in America, but the initial permission was revoked. I'd like to continue with it," he bluntly replied, just as Percy had suggested. "Of course, I'd like to hear the reasons for cancelation first."

President Aiyana took out a file from her table drawer. She opened a page and pushed it towards Dudley. "Have a look. You'll understand."

Dudley read it quickly. There were names, numbers, and the names of Gringotts and other businesses beside it. Clearly, this was an investment record of various wizard families. How much wealth they kept in Gringotts, and what businesses they owned. 

"They forced you to revoke my permits?" He asked directly. 

"Threatened is more accurate, Mr. Dursley. I may dislike them, but I’m no dictator. Politics demands compromise. These families oppose your entry; they see it as a disruption. And MACUSA does not support your involvement in our magical financial sector." President Aiyana explained plainly. "Not unless you can provide absolute guarantees."

Here it fucking comes. Man, I hate politicians no matter how fuckable they may be. 

"Such as?" 

"Guarantee to not harm the interests of these families. To not harm the interest of America. Not to use your bank for unfair means. You will be just a bank, nothing more, no secrets."

Might as well ask me to auction my balls, won't you? Dudley scoffed silently. Her requests would defeat the whole purpose of creating D&D Bank. 

"Are these your words or theirs, Madam President?" 

"Both. I don’t know you, Mr. Dursley. I don’t trust you. Your sudden rise is suspicious. Arithmancy may offer an excuse, but I’m not convinced. My duty is to protect my people—and these days, the threat isn’t always from Dark Wizards."

Dudley sighed and relaxed back in his seat, thinking about a way out of this. There was no way he could fight all those families directly. Had had to give them some assurances, of course, false ones. But fooling MACUSA wasn't easy. 

"Look, I’m not trying to cause trouble. It’s just… the whole system’s been run by the same old families for ages. They pull the strings—politics, everything. I only ever wanted to make things fairer so that every wizard had the same chance. But if I’ve got to bow and scrape to them just to get by, then what’s the point?"

President Aiyana narrowed her gaze at him. "Such a confession. Do you not fear me?"

"Why should I? Are you some Dark Lord? I thought you were the President—meant to stand for all witches and wizards, not just a few old families. I don’t know you well, but from what I see… You know there’s something wrong with the world. Grindelwald had his pureblood rubbish, and those same families backed him. Then Voldemort came, and they turned on wizardkind again. Once is a mistake, twice is a warning. But three times? That’s not chance—that’s a habitual choice."

Dudley stood up at that point, his expression troubled. But he was determined. He paced back and forth in front of the table a few times. In President Aiyana's eyes, the scene looked strange. Dudley was supposed to be a mere Hogwarts student. But the man in front of her seemed far more experienced than his age.

"Madam President, I can’t make any promises about those families. It’s just—well, my job’s to handle the money, keep the bank running strong, that sort of thing. If anything happens to them, it’s not really down to me—it’s more about the choices they’ve made. That said, I can give you my word: I won’t go after MACUSA or magical America as a whole, not unless I am directly provoked or harmed."

President Aiyana softly chuckled. "Interesting choice of words."

"I’ve got to leave a bit of room to defend myself, Madam President. You might be fair, but I can't say the same for whoever comes next."

That was it. That was all he could give her. Silently, he stood there and waited for her response. He was aware she had a lot of rich and influential families to answer to. But she was still MACUSA’s President, and if she wanted, she had the power to ignore them. It would destroy her future career, however. 

Well, not unless Dudley wins in the end. 

"How will you give your assurances?" She asked. 

"Magic as old as time, an Unbreakable Vow. But my vow will be to you only. Whoever comes after will have their own thoughts, I reckon, and I’ll be right back here explaining it all again." 

But Dudley's goal was to grow strong enough to ignore all their restrictions by then. 

Tap, tap, tap…!

President Aiyana tapped her finger on the desk. Minutes passed before she looked back at him. "I can’t make any decisions without consulting the Representatives. Your fate lies with their vote. I’ll do my best to present your case, but don’t expect me to sugarcoat it."

"That's quite enough," Dudley said, straightening up a bit. "I'll be in San Francisco for the next couple of days. You probably already know where I’m staying."

The stoic woman simply nodded and let him leave. 

####

Leaving behind Percy to keep an eye on the MACUSA’s decision, he and Penelope returned to his glass-coated San Francisco office building. The top floor had the best view in the city. On a good day, one could see the Golden Gate far in the distance. 

Inside his private corner office, he sat behind a modern, wooden table with a computer and all other muggle things on. He even had a mini-golf set up there to give off the rich, dumb CEO vibe to visitors. He never used it. 

It was sunny outside but gloomy inside. Hands on the table, he stared blankly at the desk, his mind running questions and answers. Was it the right decision to promise an Unbreakable Vow? He was playing an extremely dangerous game by putting his life at risk like that. With the Vanguard Group, it was one thing, as he desired control. With MACUSA’s President, it was very different. 

I can't be the loser in this long game. But I'm helpless in America. 

Knock! Knock!

"Sir, Your Coffee?"

Dudley looked up from the table. The wooden door opened, and Penelope walked in with a cup of coffee in her hand. His brows flared up, seeing her attire. They'd returned an hour ago from MACUSA’s headquarters, and she'd already changed her clothes. Now she wore a muggle attire… too muggle, in fact. A tight, white, full-sleeved shirt, black, high-waist, pencil skirt that reached her knees, black stockings underneath, and black heels. Her hair was untied, falling over her shoulders and over her chest.

What's this now?

"Aaaah!"

Splash!

Suddenly, Penelope lost her balance right beside his chair, and the coffee cup slipped from her grasp. All its contents splashed onto his lap and chest, painting his expensive suit and white shirt brown. 

What the… It's not that hot… lukewarm even. 

The coffee was suspiciously cold. 

"Oh, no, no, no… S-So Sorry, Boss." Penelope frantically grabbed a bunch of napkins from the table and pivoted his office chair towards herself. Quickly, she fell to her knees and started wiping the coffee, her hand lingering on his loins far too long, rubbing. 

Ah, so we're playing THAT game?

"Ugh! Fuck, it's burning hot, Penny! What the fuck." Dudley shouted, cursing. But honestly, he was getting hard under her frantic rubbing hand. Seeing her on her knees between his legs, it was a picture-perfect view. 

"It's just coffee. It's fine... You should be... O-okay… Let me just… wipe it."

Penelope’s hands trembled just slightly as she reached for his belt buckle, her fingers brushing the firm bulge tenting his soaked trousers. She worked the zipper down with slow, deliberate care, dragging the metal teeth apart until she could slip her dainty fingers beneath the damp waistband. 

Her touch was a little too familiar, a little too eager for just a clean-up.

Dudley didn’t speak. He simply raised his hips, offering his body up to her with lazy amusement as if this was all her idea to begin with. His eyes watched her intently as she tugged the trousers down over his thighs, revealing the outline of his cock already straining under the dark fabric of his briefs.

Penelope hesitated for just a second, her breath catching as she took in the sight of the heavy outline, thick against the thin cotton. She hooked her fingers under the waistband and tugged it downward, exposing inch by inch of skin… until finally, his cock sprang free. Thick, veined, flushed with heat. A heavy, girthy slab of flesh that stood proud, twitching with eagerness.

“Umm…” Penelope hummed, her voice nearly a whimper as her eyes drank in the sight of it. Her lips parted unconsciously, heat rushing between her thighs.

His cock was girthy from base to tip, standing straight with confidence. The foreskin slid back slightly on its own as it swelled, revealing the pale, purplish head, plump and smooth. 

“I-I think you’re fine…” she murmured, barely audible as her fingers wrapped around the shaft.

He groaned low as her hand curled around him, the contrast of her soft, feminine palm against his thick, twitching meat making him harder. The warmth of her skin only coaxed more life into it—more need. It pulsed in her grip, proud and needy.

“How could this be okay?” Dudley muttered with a fake scowl, his voice thick with feigned distress and teasing undertones. “What if it doesn’t work anymore?”

Penelope glanced up at him, far too turned on to retreat now. Her eyes flicked between his face and his cock, making her dizzy. She gave the shaft a gentle squeeze, then another, and felt it pulse with every pump of her palm.

“It’s working…” she whispered, licking her lips as she dragged her hand down his thick length again, slower this time, intentional. “O-Of course it’s working. See? It’s working fine.”

Dudley leaned back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head with that arrogant smirk he wore so well.

"Can you prove it?" he asked, like this was all part of some meeting agenda.

Penelope didn’t answer right away. Her eyes dropped again to his cock—so warm and weighty in her grip. She slid the foreskin back, exposing the swollen head fully now. That tiny slit teased her, as if daring her tongue closer. She let her thumb brush over it, smearing the trace of slickness over the head, watching it throb in response.

She licked her lips again, slower this time. Her hand started to move faster now, confident. Each stroke firmer than the last, gliding up the shaft, twisting just slightly at the top, then sliding back down to the base with a squeeze. She admired every inch of him like a rare find; his sheer size, the throbbing veins, the way his cock seemed to love being touched by her.

“Ah… t-too dry,” Dudley groaned, wincing just a little. His hand found its way into her silky blonde hair, fingers curling in that glossy mass.

Penelope blinked up at him, then leaned in closer with urgency. Her lips parted as she pressed her face to his lap. Her tongue peeked out first, giving the swollen tip a lick before she wrapped her lips around him. The scent hit her nose immediately: clean sweat, musk, and the faint bitterness of his pre-cum. Her mouth opened wider to take him in.

It wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever gotten, not by a long shot. Her lips were soft, but her rhythm clumsy; too shallow at times, too fast at others. She suckled with effort, unsure but eager, making small, wet sounds as her tongue struggled to twist around his shaft in gentle massages. It was clear she hadn’t done this many times… but the way she tried, the way her eyes asked for approval? That turned him on more than any seasoned woman ever could.

Dudley leaned his head back for a moment, eyes fluttering, letting himself melt into the feeling… Then, he stopped her with a gentle tug on her hair. He shifted his chair back with a push of his feet, spreading his knees wider.

She blinked, lips still parted, a little spit connecting her mouth to the tip of his pulsing cock.

"I think… I need better proof, Penny." His eyes dropped to her skirt, hunger flashing in them.

Penelope flushed instantly, but the heat between her legs drowned out the embarrassment. She stood up on shaky legs, bunching her skirt around her waist without hesitation. The stretch of her pantyhose hugged her slender thighs, her legs long and tight. Without breaking eye contact, she reached down between her thighs and ripped a hole in the sheer fabric right over her covered pussy. 

A tear echoed faintly, followed by her breathy gasp as the cool air touched her skin.

“Take a seat, Penny.” Dudley was stroking himself again, cock still glistening and iron-hard, his pants bunched at his ankles.

To his surprise, Penelope turned around and simply sat straight down on his lap like he was the chair.

She spread her legs wide, planting her heels on either side of him. One hand slid between her legs to move the bridge of her panties aside, and the other reached for his cock, lining him up with her eagerly soaked entrance. Her fingers trembled a little as she angled him against her glistening slit.

She started to lower her hips slowly. His thick cockhead pushed at her rosy folds, parting them with agonizing resistance. She expected it after seeing his size.

“Ahn—!” she gasped, a sharp hiss escaping her lips as she sank just the tip inside. “F-fuck, you’re… big… Boss.”

Her hips paused, pussy clenching tight around his swollen cockhead. It wasn’t her first time, but it had been too long since the last time. She’d almost forgotten the burn of a real stretch. Her moan was breathy and broken, head falling back as her body adjusted to his girth.

She moved again, taking more of him in with each slow bounce of her hips. Her pussy grew wetter, more slippery, swallowing him deeper as her arousal soaked them both. Her thighs trembled as she rode him, pace still slow, savoring every inch.

Dudley gripped her waist, guiding her movements, lifting her up and pulling her down with hungry control. His mind blanked out everything but the heat of her pussy wrapped tight around his cock. The way she squeezed him, it was heaven. He felt like a man dying of thirst finally drinking with deep gulps, letting her body drench the dry, aching need he’d been holding off for far too long.

She leaned forward slightly, panting as her hips moved along his cock, in and out of her soaked cunt. “Ah—Ahhh… I-I think it’s working… Sir…”

Dudley groaned, watching her toned ass rise and fall over him, every bounce slick with her juices. “Only one way to find out, Penny… all the way.”

Dudley’s hand slid around her waist, creeping up until it found her chest. Without hesitation, he cupped one of her jolting breasts through her shirt, his fingers kneading it roughly as his thumb flicked over her stiff nipple beneath the fabric.

The sudden, possessive touch made Penelope’s breath choke—and then snap. Her body shuddered violently.

“Ah—aaaah!!” she cried out, her head thrown back as she came hard on his cock. Pussy clenching in helpless, tight spasms, nectar seeping down and thoroughly coating his flesh wand. Her thighs quivered on either side of his, hips jerking involuntarily. She trembled so much she could barely hold herself up.

She usually didn’t finish that fast but this was… her first cock in more than three years. She starved for this sensation and finally had it.

"Table… Penny." 

Still spiraling from her climax, she barely registered his voice before he pulled her off his lap. With ease, he manhandled her onto the wooden table nearby, laying her back and stepping between her legs. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, the torn pantyhose still clinging to her thighs as he lifted her ankles and rested them on his shoulders.

Dudley leaned forward, reaching around her thighs to grab at the buttons of her shirt. One by one, they popped open under his fingers until he could push the sides apart and expose her pale bra. He shoved the cups up without ceremony, baring her perky tits. 

They were soft, handfuls, almost too delicate for what he was about to do. Her nipples barely stood out against the rest of her skin; light pink, nearly the same tone as her flushed, heaving chest. But they were perfect. Kissable. Biteable. He couldn’t look away.

“Aaaah! S-Sir!” she gasped as his eyes drank her in. Her intentional use of ‘sir’ and ‘boss’ made his hunger deeper.

Dudley grunted and gripped his cock, guiding it back to her still-aching pussy. He didn’t hesitate. He pushed in; deep, slick, all the way, balls deep.

Squelch!

Her soaked cunt welcomed him with a filthy wet sound, and he groaned at the tight, milking sensation. Her legs, resting on his shoulders, clenched inward with every deep thrust, making her pussy clamp down harder around him.

“AHH—! F-Fuck—D-Dudley—too deep—!” she wailed, head shaking back and forth on the table, lost in the overwhelming stretch. Her brows pinched, lips parted in shock and bliss. His cock felt like it reached places she hadn’t touched in years; too much, and still not enough. She was full, stuffed, every stroke dragging along her tender inner walls and pushing deeper, deeper, like he was trying to plant himself right into her womb.

She felt stuck on his cock. Pierced through, deliciously impaled.

Dudley loved seeing her delectably agonized expression and started thrusting harder, pounding into her. The table creaked beneath them, pens and papers clattering to the floor, the computer shaking. Every slap of skin echoed off the walls.

Then he reached down and placed a broad palm on her lower belly, right over where his cock was spearing into her. He pressed firmly, eyes locked on hers.

“Feel that? I–I think you’re… right. It works…. perfectly,” he growled.

“Oooooh! F-Fuck!” Penelope screamed, eyes rolling back. She could feel everything. Every inch that shoved through her soaked walls, every ridge of his cock scraping her from the inside. The pressure of his hand made her feel tighter, more aware of just how deep he was buried.

So sinful, so perfect.

Dudley leaned in, the fire in his belly threatening to consume him. He bent his head, licking a stripe up her chest before closing his mouth around one of her cute nipples. He sucked hard, then let go with a wet pop and kissed up her collarbone, her neck, then her mouth.

He hovered there, barely an inch away, breathing hot against her lips.

“W-Where?” he asked. He was right on the edge, twitching inside her.

"I-In… Inside! Please… I have the potion… Oooh!"

“You came prepared?” Dudley grunted, his voice deep and ragged, hips still slamming into her drenched cunt.

Penelope giggled breathlessly, lifting herself up onto her elbows, her tits bouncing slightly with each thrust. She leaned forward, pressing her flushed, sweaty forehead against his. “I’ve been… wanting to do this with you for… oh… sooo-oh long!”

Plap! Plap!

The sounds of their bodies slapping together grew louder, wetter, filthier, and uncontrolled. That confession flipped a switch in him. He fucked her harder, deeper, burying himself all the way to the hilt with each thrust. 

“Since when?” he grunted out.

"S-School… but I was scared… that you-uh—you wouldn't want thissss~"

“Fuck! I’d be clinically insane if I didn’t want this, Penny… Gah!” His lips crashed against hers, their mouths devouring each other’s moans and gasps. It was rushed, hot, a kiss born of years of pent-up want. 

Penelope wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him like she’d never let go. Her back arched off the table, legs still hooked over his shoulders, her pussy stretched wide around his cock.

"Aaaaah… Yes! Dudley!"

Her cries echoed around the office as she came again, her whole body shaking against him, her cunt squeezing tight, kneading his entire length.

Dudley groaned, throbbing deep inside her. Her orgasm dragged his right out of him. He slammed in one final time and exploded.

Their combined climax hit like a storm. His cock pumped thick white spurts into her, hot and messy, mixing with her sticky juices and gushing out around his cock. Their bodies stayed joined as the mess began dripping freely, a warm stream pooling beneath them on the polished wood.

Panting, he slowly lowered her legs, kissed her swollen lips again, and then, without pulling out, slid his arms under her thighs and lifted her with ease.

Still impaled on his cock, she gasped, dazed and twitching, her tits bare, nipples glossy with sweat and spit. He sat down on his chair, holding her snug on his lap. Her cunt squeezed his spent cock with every tiny movement, still aching from the stretch.

They made out again, long, wet, and unrelenting. Their tongues tangled, lips locking like they hadn’t just fucked themselves stupid moments earlier.

“I hope that… helped you relax,” Penelope murmured against his lips, her voice dreamy, eyelids fluttering.

Dudley chuckled softly, brushing a few blonde strands out of her face. He didn’t answer with words; just a slow, lazy twitch of his cock still buried in her hot, cream-filled pussy. “I’d like to test it again… if you don’t mind.”

"Really? I thought guys can only…"

"Shh…"

He hushed her with a kiss and lifted her ass with both hands. His cock, still softening, slid slightly out of her. But the second her soaked, tight walls gripped him again, and the heat and squeeze made his pulse stir.

He eased himself back inside, not fully hard yet, but getting there. That scorching tightness welcomed him like it was made for his cock. And knowing she was his senior? That only stirred his hunger further.

But fate, cruel and timely, interrupted them.

Knock! Knock!

"Sir, you have a guest waiting." Edwin's voice came from the door. "It's that same long-haired blond guy from back then."

"Lucius?!" Dudley's cock limped instantly. 

Penelope jumped off his lap and rushed to fix her clothes. She was fast and even waved her wand to make the room smell nice, not of their passionate sex. 

"I should go." Penelope grabbed the empty coffee cup. 

"Penny!" Dudley called, tightening his belt buckle. "See you tonight."

Blushing, she ran out of the room. It was confusing to Dudley how some girls act so wild during sex but turn into shy maidens afterwards. 

Hormones, I guess. 

Moments later, he sat back in his seat and picked up the phone, telling his assistant to send in the guest. Very soon, Lucius, dressed in his noble attire and hair too silky for a man, walked in, a smirk plastered on his face.

You're a long way from home, Lucius. I guess Draco passed on the gossip in time.

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Question: Since revenge against Lucius is close, I want you to choose what way Dudley should deal with Narcissa. He's gonna fuck her, no doubt about it. But what should be the theme?

NOTE: In a previous poll, you guys voted to make Lucius watch while Dudley bangs Narcissa. So, in all these options, Lucius will be watching from a hidden spot, not on his own accord, of course.

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Choice 1: Dudley will subtly hint that she should spread her legs if she wants his forgiveness for Draco. [This has more CNC elements. As Narcissa has to come to terms with how fucked up her life has become. Dudley will leave no chance to tease and debase her.]

Choice 2: Narcissa will willingly try to use her body to seek Dudley's forgiveness and ask him to spare Draco. [This has more normal themes. Simple sex and stuff.]

Choice 3: He straight up tells her to become his whore if she wants him to spare Draco. [Unemotional sex. She'll pretty much be a sex doll.]

A/N: My personal vote goes to option 1. Cuz more fun and sexy drama.