Harry's big dick porn adventure ch.26

"We don't have to talk," Harry said, looking into the camera. She stood up and approached the stool. He filmed the scene as she pulled down her skirt, revealing her beautiful ass as he caressed her cheeks. They were warm and soft, and he melted a little as he fondled them with his left hand, his desire growing. Then she took off her panties, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. He spread her cheeks, reached into her slit, and fondled her firmly with a groan. His hand came out soaked with her honey dripping onto his wrist. Gripping his cock, he aimed it at her slit, slowly pushing it inside and moaning. It was such an exciting and intense feeling. He listened in case someone was outside, but he could even hear Tracey asking the sales assistant a few questions, leading her away, while he slowly pushed his cock into Daphne.

"Hmm, I love your cock," she said, sitting on the stool like a cat.

"I love your pussy too," Harry told her. "Don't make me spank you... speak softer."

She bit her lower lip and twisted her neck as he worked inch by inch into her wet hole. He heard the door open and realized it must have been the second assistant returning from her lunch break, and he froze with his cock buried deep inside Daphne. He heard the click of high heels on the floor as she walked away.

"Fuck," he whispered and knew it would be harder than he thought.

"Come on, James," she said, not bothered that they were almost caught. "Give it to me."

Harry pulled out until only the tip remained and then pushed back in until only a few centimeters were left. With each thrust, her smile widened, and he realized he had to fuck her faster to get it over with. He grabbed her left cheek, squeezing her body, while with his right hand he tried to hold the camera, filming himself fucking this beauty.

He pounded her harder and harder until her head hit the wall. Luckily, he found a small cushion and slipped it between her head and the wall.

"A little harder," she begged, not seeming to mind him slamming her against the wall.

He grabbed her left leg and pounded her again and again. He tried to slow down so the hits weren't too loud, but euphoria overcame him, and he prayed Tracey did everything in her power to keep the assistants away from the fitting room. Finally, he pushed in all the way and grunted, spraying his cum inside her tight slit and trying to keep quiet. But it was so intense that a moan escaped his lips as he held his cock rooted deep in her sweet pussy. When he was buried deep inside her, he just realized he would have to take out buckets of cum, and he had nothing to clean her with.

"Oh, that was so pleasurable," she whispered and looked at him. "Are you going to keep it stuffed in me?"

"What are we going to do with the cum?" Harry asked.

"Should we text Tracey to come and lick it up?" she asked with a wink.

Harry raised an eyebrow, wondering if she was serious or not. "At first, she didn't even want to come here. And without her to hold back the salespeople, we would have been caught."

"Just pull it out quickly. I'll try to catch it in my panties and suck the rest off your cock, okay?"

He pulled out his cock, and his concerns were justified as the cum immediately leaked from her slit. She pulled up her panties and skirt, and thankfully this time she didn't go commando. As the string of cum was about to fall from his cock to the floor, she dropped to her knees and positioned her head so she caught it in her mouth. Then she took his cock back into her throat, sucking so hard that she drained him of his seed.

Leaning back, he ran his fingers through her hair. "Okay, Bambi." She pulled away with a muted pop, stood up, and draped her arms around his neck.

"I fucking loved that," she said and pressed her tits against his chest.

"Once again, not so loud." Harry wrapped his hands around her warm post-coital ass. Taking a deep breath, he smelled roses and musk. They were dirty, but it was so addictive that he already wanted to do it again.

"You liked it too, right?" she asked, smiling from ear to ear.

"Sure," he said and patted her ass. "But ask Tracey if the coast is clear."

She sent her a text, and Tracey replied immediately. Daphne's lips flattened, and her eyes widened slowly. Sensing something was wrong, Harry read the text over her shoulder. "They already know... Just laughed it off and said it was no big deal."

His cheeks flushed immediately. "I told you not to speak," he said through clenched teeth. "Okay... you first," he said, looking slightly embarrassed. She did it, and as soon as he left, Tracey and two saleswomen looked at them and chuckled. It was hard for him to look anywhere but the floor. Daphne, with flushed cheeks, left shortly after him.

When they went to pay for their items, the assistant was still giving them glances. The brunette had her hair down, and her blue eyes sparkled. She was as tall as Harry, but he found it difficult to maintain eye contact. "Don't worry," she said in a sweet, youthful voice, "we won't file any police reports against you, but I've never seen anyone do that in my life." "We appreciate it," he said, paying for their clothes. "And it says a lot," said the second beauty with a pair of glasses on her nose, pushing them up and staring at them. "She used to live in Vegas."

"Right," he said, casting a glance at Daphne, knowing her ideas were stretched and lascivious. He just wanted to get out of the store, but Daphne couldn't stop trying to look as innocent as possible.

"We all have our needs," Daphne said, which wasn't as outrageous as her earlier comments when they got caught.

"We're not judging you, honey," she said and handed them the bags of clothes.

Daphne grabbed them, and the comment about sweethearts apparently hit her the wrong way. They headed to the door and left the store, and Daphne asked Tracey, "How did they hear us?"

"I don't think the dressing rooms are soundproof," she replied. "Besides, it was audible even from outside. You guys were going at it pretty hard."

"Well," Daphne shrugged, her subtle blush fading away. "We have some decent material we can send after we get back home."

"I tried to keep them away from the dressing room," Tracey said. "But it wasn't possible, because you were too noisy."

"Fortunately, there was no one else in that store," Harry said, shrugging and glad it was over and they easily got away with it.

"And we also bought some nice clothes," Daphne said, distributing the bags and looking at them.

They returned to the resort, agreeing to relax. They dumped their clothes in the room and were led to the spa by one of the hosts. There were three masseuses with ample bosoms and impressive hips. They were dressed in revealing robes but maintained a professional appearance. They showed Harry how to lie on the massage table, and he followed their instructions.

Immediately upon lying down, he felt the warmth radiating from beneath the table, which made him relax. They poured warm oil over him, kneading his muscles heavenly. He took a deep breath and surrendered to their hands. There were no thoughts in his head, and the only sound he heard was the water trickling in the background. Exhaling, he realized he was in heaven.

Immersed in relaxation, they didn't speak for the entire hour. When they finished, they dried off and washed the oil off their bodies. Harry felt ten years younger, and Tracey and Daphne looked like they had woken up from a deep sleep.

They went to the warm pool and descended the ladder. None of them felt like jumping into the pool; they were too relaxed for that. "Oh, that was so luxurious," Harry said, repeating the words verbatim, as he saw no reason to rush anything. He leaned his elbows on the pool's edge and wrapped his arms around their necks.

"I feel like a newborn baby," Tracey said, gazing at the meadow ahead of them.

"Imagine if every day looked like this," Daphne said, listening to the sound of water in the background. "Nothing can stop us," Harry said, leaning back, inhaling deeply. "It smells like lavender."

"Lavender calms," Tracey said.

Both wrapped their legs around his, and he wondered if they were perpetually horny because they couldn't leave him alone, but they simply kept their pussies pressed against his legs, and this time they didn't rub against him. He couldn't complain because every feminine touch was divine.

After the spa, they went out to the terrace and ordered an early dinner. They were served oysters with lobster tails and white wine sauce. Harry looked at the lobster and tried it first. It was the first time in his life, and he fell in love with it instantly as it hit his tongue. It tasted like crab but sweeter and melted in his mouth. If it weren't for the relaxing massage, he would have devoured it in ten seconds. He mixed the oysters in the white wine sauce and ate, listening to the waves crashing against the shore.

"This is an absolute delicacy," Tracey said, licking her fingers one by one.

"You know what," Harry said, licking his lips and contemplating. "I'd rather eat one of your dishes." It certainly was a delicacy, but it was something else when someone who loved and cared for you prepared it for you.

"You're just saying that to cheer me up," she said and placed the cutlery back on the plate.

"I agree with him," Daphne said and licked her fingers too. "It's not bad, but what you do is done with love, and nothing can replace that."

"You both are so nice," she admitted.

After an early dinner, they wiped their lips and leaned on each other, watching the sun descending towards the horizon. They sat outside, surrounded by palms and complete privacy. Harry enjoyed every minute of it.

For dessert, they were served chocolate cake with strawberries on top. Harry wasn't a fan of sweets, but he decided to be sociable and eat it. It was definitely rich and filling, and he finished the cake, even licking the spoon. Daphne giggled as she licked the plate clean, and soon after, she looked at him. "Can I lick that for you?"

"It's yours," he said, nudging her.

"When it gets dark," Daphne suggested and placed the plate back on the table, "maybe we could go for a night swim?"

"Yeah, that sounds enticing," Harry said, watching the waves.

"Then we'll hop into the shower and finish off the day with a threesome?" she suggested, starting to awaken after that massage.

He chuckled, and the thought of it already made him hard, even though he had come twice earlier. He recovered in record time, so he didn't mind.

"I'm excited," Tracey said. "We rarely get to just have a sexual moment to ourselves without filming." Harry Potter smirked as Daphne raised the camera and aimed it towards the dressing room. However, Tracey grimaced at the sight, commenting on the lack of space.

"That's what makes it exciting," Daphne retorted, reaching where Harry buried himself deep.

Turning to Tracey, Harry joked, "Guess what she suggested we do here?"

Rolling her eyes, Tracey replied, "Let me guess... She wanted me to come in so I could scoop the cum out of her pussy?"

Daphne giggled, confirming Tracey's suspicions. "How did you know?"

"It seems like something you'd say," Tracey shrugged.

"Would you be up for it?" Daphne asked, leaning eagerly forward.

Tracey shrugged again. "They've already figured it out, so it's worth considering."

"See, sometimes it's good to seize the opportunity," Daphne boasted, crossing her legs.

"I guess you're right," Harry agreed, leaning back and reminiscing about their journey. "We're still young, just like our business... We can't stop here."

Daphne nodded, sharing Harry's vision. "You're right... We need more women."

"Definitely," Harry imagined a future with ten, even a hundred women by their side as they grew rich together.

"I thought we were on vacation," Tracey interrupted with a concerned look.

"Sorry, you're right," Harry admitted. "We should talk about this some other time... We're going to have fun this week." But deep down, he couldn't shake off thoughts of work. After all, he was a workaholic.

As the sky turned pink-purple with the setting sun, they walked arm in arm to the beach. With the evening setting in, they watched the sunset, Harry feeling their hands tightly around his cock, stroking it slowly. He reciprocated, caressing their asses and sighing with relief.

"Let's hop into the shower, grab a bite, and end the day in the bedroom," Harry suggested.

"First, a threesome kiss," Daphne demanded, getting ready. They leaned in, sealing their bond with a passionate kiss. They had learned to work hard but also enjoy life. Harry had learned more in the past six months than coding had ever taught him. There was no point in overworking himself to death. Meeting Daphne had changed his life, and he knew it would only get better from now on.

"For now, let's enjoy each other," Harry said, leading them back to the resort, arm in arm, ready to reap the rewards of their hard work.