"Welcome, ladies," Harry greeted with a warm smile as Katie, Angelina, and Alicia entered the studio. "I'm glad you could make it."
The three women had recently been signed as reserve players for the Holyhead Harpies, the Britain's leading all-female Quidditch team. Being a few years out of Hogwarts, they were eager to start their careers in the sport and the Holyhead Harpies offered them the perfect opportunity to do just that.
"We're happy to be here!" chirped Katie excitedly.
Angelina nodded in agreement, her dark curls bouncing around her shoulders. "It's such an honour to be part of the Harpies, even if we're just reserves!"
Alicia smiled shyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, I can't believe it sometimes. It feels like a dream!"
Harry couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as he looked at the three women before him. Their enthusiasm was contagious, and he was grateful to have the opportunity to work with them.
After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry had sought to put his life back together. He took some time off to travel and clear his mind, eventually returning to England to settle down. Having always had a passion for Quidditch, he decided to invest his time and resources into helping the growth of the sport for women. With his experience and connections, and not to mention generational wealth, he secured his position as the manager of the Holyhead Harpies, vowing to do everything in his power to ensure their success.
Historically, the Holyhead Harpies had been seriously underfunded compared to their male counterparts, leading to poor performance and lacklustre attendance. The previous management's last-ditch effort to procure funds and grow the team's reputation was to publish a yearly calendar featuring the players in various states of undress. The calendar was a success beyond anyone's expectations, and the tradition continued, providing much-needed revenue for the team to keep them running.
But what really made the difference was when Harry stepped in as manager. Under his guidance, the Harpies' uniforms underwent a complete redesign, becoming skimpier and more revealing than ever before. This change brought about a surge in popularity, attracting new fans and sponsors alike, allowing the team to afford better training facilities and equipment. The calendars remained popular, but now served as a fun side project rather than a desperate plea for support.
Harry led the girls to a changing room where they could prepare for the photo shoot. "Alright, let me give you a quick rundown of how things work around here. Since we don't want any unwanted attention, I'll be the only one allowed in the room with you during the shoot. And I'll be the one taking the pictures and directing you, okay?"
Katie, Angelina, and Alicia exchanged glances, then nodded in unison. "Sounds good to us!" said Katie.
The three women followed Harry into the changing room, where they found their new Quidditch uniforms hanging from hooks on the wall. They were designed to showcase the player's bodies while still being functional for playing Quidditch.
The tops were in fact so low-cut that practically nothing was left to the spectator's imagination. Designed to expose as much of the player's breasts as they could get away with, the tiny article couldn't even hide the top of their nipples, which would peek invitingly up over the edge of the fabric as they played. In fact, it wasn't uncommon for the players on the team with larger breasts to have trouble keeping their tops from falling off entirely during games.
The skirts were similarly minuscule. And like the tops, the skirts were definitely crowd pleasers. Designed to billow delightfully in the wind, the spectators could sometimes catch tantalising glimpses of the players' panties as they flew past.
And to add an extra touch of femininity, each uniform came with a pair of high heels.
Katie picked up her uniform, holding it against her body and twirling in front of the mirror. "Oh my goodness, these are incredible! I can't wait to wear this on the pitch!"
Angelina laughed, admiring the fabric between her fingers. "These are definitely going to turn heads, that's for sure!"
Alicia blushed, biting her lip nervously. "I hope I look alright in mine... I've never worn anything quite so... revealing before."
Harry reassured her, smiling warmly. "Don't worry, you'll all look fantastic. You'll be the envy of every witch and wizard in the stands! I'm sure of it."
With a nod, Harry excused himself, leaving the women to change into their uniforms. As he waited outside, busying himself with the camera and the set, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within him. Sure, he'd seen plenty of beautiful women before, but there was something different about these three. Maybe it was because he had spent the better part of his time at Hogwarts playing Quidditch with them, including changing and showering. Or maybe it was just because he knew first-hand how passionate they could be about the game. Whatever the reason, he couldn't deny that he felt drawn to them.
And when Katie, Angelina, and Alicia finally emerged from the changing room, Harry couldn't help but stare. Their uniforms fit perfectly, accentuating their curves and making them appear even more attractive than usual.
"Wow," Harry murmured, unable to tear his gaze away. "You ladies look absolutely stunning."
Katie giggled, striking a pose. "Do you think so? We wanted to make sure we looked our best for the calendar!"
Katie stood tall, her hands resting confidently on her hips. Her chest jutted out proudly, drawing attention to her deep cleavage. Her tits were full and firm, the dark circles of her areolas peeking up over the edge of her top. Her legs were also spread slightly apart, giving Harry a glimpse of the red lace thong she wore underneath the miniskirt. She pouted her lips playfully, batting her eyelashes at him.
Harry gulped, trying to keep his composure. "Yes, uh... very impressive."
Angelina grinned, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Well, if we're going to sell copies, we might as well make them worth buying, right?"
Angelina leaned forward, placing her hands on her knees. Her posture caused her tits to spill out from her top, creating an irresistible display of flesh. The curve of her waist tapered down to her hips, leading Harry's eyes down to her long, toned legs. The curve of her ass was also emphasised by the way she bent over, and her skirt rode up, showing off her matching red thong.
Harry swallowed hard, struggling to maintain eye contact. "Right... absolutely."
Alicia rolled her eyes playfully. "You two are shameless!"
But that didn't stop her from joining in, either. With a shy smile, she did her own little twirl, causing her skirt to fly up and reveal her own matching underwear. It seemed the girls must have coordinated, knowing they were likely going on display. Her ass was small and tight, and Harry couldn't help but imagine what it would look like bouncing in his lap.
"Alright, ladies, let's get started," Harry said, trying to regain control of the situation. He cleared his throat, focusing on the task ahead. "Let's start with some simple group shots to get everyone comfortable."
Harry led the girls through a series of poses, taking pictures as they laughed and chatted together. They moved around the studio, experimenting with different angles and lighting arrangements. Despite the initial awkwardness, the atmosphere quickly became relaxed and fun.
"Okay, now, let's try something a little more... relevant," Harry suggested, smirking mischievously. "How about each of you pick a prop and strike your most seductive pose?"
Katie grabbed a broom, gripping it tightly as she straddled it. Her thighs clenched around the shaft, and she leaned back, letting her head lean against the wall behind her. Her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing, and her nipples peaked invitingly over the edge of her top.
Angelina, meanwhile, decided to to take things to the next level. Fully lowering her top, she revealed her perfect pair of her tits entirely. Holding a Quaffle under one arm, she squeezed her tits together, pushing them upward. Her nipples stood erect, practically begging for someone to come and suck on them.
Alicia, ever the innocent one, simply lifted her skirt with one arm, revealing her lacy red thong. And while the thin fabric technically covered her pussy from the camera's view, the fabric was stretched so tight that every detail of her plump lips could still be made out. In her other hand, she held a Snitch, which she brought to her lips, giving it a soft, sensual kiss.
The three women struck their poses, waiting patiently for Harry to snap the picture. But as he watched them, he couldn't help but feel his cock begin to stir in his trousers, and it was all he could do not to reach down and adjust himself.
"Perfect!" Harry finally exclaimed, as he pressed the shutter button. "Absolutely perfect! You ladies are true professionals."
He took a moment to admire the shot, nodding appreciatively. "This is going to be the best-selling calendar yet, I can already tell."
Katie grinned, looking pleased. "I hope so! It'd be great to know we helped raise some money for the team."
Angelina nodded, smiling warmly. "Yeah, it's nice to know our bodies can be put to good use, even if we aren't playing on the pitch just yet."
Alicia giggled, blushing slightly. "I'm starting to understand why people say modeling can be such a rush. It's exhilarating!"
Harry tried to keep his thoughts focused on the task at hand, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Every time Katie bent over, or Angelina adjusted her top, or Alicia innocently flashed him, he felt his resolve crumbling away.
Before he knew it, Harry's cock had become fully erect, straining painfully against the fabric of his trousers. Reaching down, he discreetly adjusted himself, hoping the women hadn't noticed.
But then, as if fate itself were conspiring against him, Katie happened to glance down and catch sight of the bulge in his trousers. Her eyes widened, and she looked back up at him, grinning wickedly. She whispered something to Angelina, who glanced over and gasped softly. Even Alicia seemed to notice, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle a giggle.
"Oh my," Katie murmured, biting her lip. "It seems someone's excited."
Harry tried to play it cool, shrugging nonchalantly. "What can I say? You ladies look amazing. It's only natural I'd be feeling a little... inspired."
Angelina chuckled, shaking her head. "You're hopeless, Harry. Absolutely hopeless."
Alicia smiled, her cheeks flushed pink. "We haven't even started on the exclusives yet! How is he going to survive seeing us naked?"
Harry gulped, trying to maintain his composure. "Well, uh... let's save those for later, shall we? We don't want to get too carried away just yet."
Katie winked, running a finger along the hem of her skirt. "Sure thing, Harry. But maybe we should take a quick break first? I'd love to see how these shots turned out."
She twirled around, lifting her skirt slightly to give Harry an unnecessary eyeful of her panties. "Besides, I think we could all use a little breather after all that excitement."
Harry hesitated, torn between wanting to continue the photo shoot and needing a moment to collect himself. Finally, he relented, nodding slowly. "Alright, fine. Let's take a short break."
As the women gathered around the monitor to examine the pictures, Harry gave them some space, stepping back to allow them to focus on the shots. But that seemed to have been a fatal mistake. With the women huddled together, Harry found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the sight before him.
Katie, in particular, seemed determined to drive him wild. Bending over the table to get a closer look at the monitor, her ass stuck out invitingly behind her. The curve of her cheeks was impossible to ignore, especially when combined with the way her miniskirt rode up, exposing more than just a hint of her thong. The thin, red fabric clung to her plump lower lips, outlining every detail of her sex. Harry couldn't help but stare, feeling his cock throb painfully in response.
"Look at those tits!" Katie exclaimed, pointing at one of the shots. "You look amazing, Angie!"
Angelina grinned, puffing out her chest proudly. "Thanks, Katie! I've always been proud of these bad boys. And Harry, your camera work is fantastic!"
Harry swallowed hard, struggling to keep his thoughts focused on anything other than the three beautiful women before him. He couldn't believe what was happening. Never before had he felt so drawn to anyone, let alone three people at once.
"And look at you, Alicia!" Katie continued, gesturing towards another image. "The outline of your pussy is practically visible through those tiny knickers! You look incredible!"
Alicia blushed, looking both embarrassed and pleased by the compliment. "Really? I didn't realise it would show that much..."
Harry couldn't help but agree with Katie. In the picture, Alicia's thong was stretched tight across her mound, creating a perfect outline of her plump lips. The thin fabric hugged her labia, making every fold and crease visible. Harry couldn't deny that he found the sight incredibly arousing.
Angelina nodded, smiling confidently. "These are going to sell like hotcakes, I can already tell. We'll raise tons of money for the team!"
Katie grinned, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, and imagine how many fans we'll gain, too! Maybe we'll even get to play on the pitch sooner than we thought!"
Harry swallowed hard, trying to force his attention back onto the task at hand. But despite his best efforts, he couldn't help but stare at the three women, admiring their beauty and sensuality. He watched as Katie shifted her weight from one foot to another, eagerly pointing out different aspects of the pictures, causing her hips to sway seductively and her skirt to ride up further, revealing more... and more... and more...
Harry couldn't help but wonder if Katie knew exactly what she was doing to him. She was clearly absorbed in examining the pictures, but the way she moved her body, the way she bent over the table, the way she kept shifting her weight - it all seemed calculated to drive him wild.
She was close enough that Harry could easily reach out and touch her, that he could slip a hand under her skirt and feel the warmth of her sex. He imagined slipping a finger inside her, feeling her slick folds yield to his touch, imagining the gasp of pleasure that would surely escape her lips.
Angelina chose that moment to turn around, catching Harry staring as if hypnotised at Katie's exposed ass. She raised an eyebrow, smirking mischievously. "Looks like someone's still having trouble keeping their mind on the job."
Alicia turned around too, following Angelina's gaze. When she saw the bulge in Harry's trousers, she blushed innocently. Then, to Harry's utter disbelief, she lifted her own skirt, revealing her matching red thong. "Or maybe he's just appreciating our homage to Gryffindor with our matching panties?" she suggested.
Harry groaned at the sight of her panties, feeling his resolve crumbling away. "Alicia... You're supposed to be the shy one!"
But Alicia simply giggled, biting her lip flirtatiously. "Well, I guess I can't help myself sometimes. Especially when I see something I like."
Harry was in deep trouble now. With all three women seemingly determined to drive him wild, he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. His cock throbbed painfully in his trousers, begging for release.
Katie, who had been watching the exchange with interest, finally decided to take matters into her own hands. Literately. Reaching out, she traced Harry's erection through his trousers, squeezing gently. "You know, Harry," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "I think you've deserve a little break, too..."
Harry gasped, feeling her fingers wrap around his shaft through his trousers. "Katie... what are you doing?"
She grinned innocently, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just giving you a little taste of what's to come, Harry. After all, you've been such a good sport about all this. Giving us a place at the team. Helping us with the calendar. Don't you think you deserve a little reward?"
Angelina joined in, reaching out to cop a feel for herself. "Yeah, Harry. You've been so patient with us. Don't you think it's time we gave you a little something in return?"
She squeezed his shaft, feeling the size and girth of his member. "Besides, it's not every day we get to see something this impressive. You're huge, Harry!"
Alicia, not wanting to be left out, got down on her knees in front of Harry. Looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes, she reached out and slowly unzipped his trousers, freeing his cock from its confines. It sprang out, hard and ready, and the three girls gasped softly, admiring the sight.
"Wow, Harry... you're so big," she murmured, wrapping her delicate fingers around his shaft. She then leaned forward, taking the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip.
Harry groaned, feeling the warmth of her mouth envelop him. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he knew there was no turning back now. With the tip of his cock buried in Alicia's soft, wet lips, he knew he was lost.
Katie, seeing Alicia getting all the attention, decided to join in as well. She got down on her knees next to Alicia, wrapping her own fingers around Harry's shaft. Together, the two women began to lick and suck his cock, their tongues swirling around the head and shaft, driving Harry wild with pleasure.
Angelina, not wanting to be left out, joined them soon after. She knelt down next to Katie and Alicia, taking Harry's balls into her hands and massaging them gently. Together, the three women began to lick, suck and fondle his cock and balls, their tongues swirling around his sensitive flesh, driving him to the brink of ecstasy.
With a growl, Harry pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside, and stepped out of his trousers. He grabbed Katie by the hips, pulling her towards him, grinding his cock against her stomach. "Alright, enough foreplay," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Let's get down to business."
Katie giggled delightedly escaping his stranglehold and bending over the table in front of them; sticking her ass out invitingly. "Yes, Harry! Show this slutty reserve player what you've got!"
Harry obliged, lowering her panties and exposing her plump, pink pussy. He positioned himself behind her, rubbing the tip of his cock against her slick folds, teasing her entrance.
Then, with a powerful thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. Katie moaned loudly, throwing her head back in pleasure. Harry gripped her hips, pounding into her with long, deep strokes, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
"Oh, Harry... I've waited for this for years," Katie cried out, her voice filled with raw emotion. "Fuck me, Harry! Fuck me harder!"
As Harry continued to fuck Katie, Angelina grabbed the camera, snapping pictures of them in action. "Smile for the camera, Harry!" she teased, capturing the moment for posterity.
Harry groaned, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge. The sight of Angelina taking pictures of them, combined with the feeling of Katie's tight pussy clenching around him, was almost too much to bear.
Alicia, watching the action with wide eyes, couldn't help but join in on the teasing. "Oh wow, Harry... you look so big inside her!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. "I can't wait to feel you inside me, too!"
Harry groaned, feeling his orgasm building. Had he known these witches were this slutty, he would have happily sunk his cock into each of them long ago. But now that he had finally gotten the chance, he wasn't going to waste it.
With a final, powerful thrust, Harry came inside Katie, filling her with his hot, sticky load. Katie screamed loudly, her body convulsing with pleasure as she reached her own orgasm. "Oh fuck, Harry! Yes! Yes!" she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy.
As Harry pulled out of Katie, Alicia stepped forward, her eyes filled with desire. "My turn, Harry," she said, her voice soft but firm. "I want you to fuck me in the ass."
Harry raised an eyebrow, surprised by her request. It's always the quiet ones who surprise you, isn't it? he thought to himself, smiling.
He nodded, grabbing Alicia by the hips and guiding her towards the table. "Alright, if that's what you want, then I'm happy to oblige."
Alicia bent over the table next to Katie, spreading her cheeks apart. Harry reached for the lube, squirting some onto his fingers. He rubbed it against her tight hole, preparing her for his invasion.
Then, he positioned himself behind Alicia, guiding his cock towards her tight, puckered hole. Slowly, he began to push inside her, feeling her muscles resist at first, then yield to his touch. Alicia moaned softly, her body tensing as she adjusted to the sensation of being filled.
Angelina, seeing Alicia's discomfort, decided to help her out. Spreading her legs wide, she began to lick and suck at her pussy, her tongue swirling around her clit, driving her wild with pleasure.
"Oh, Harry... Angie... yes!" Alicia cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy. "Eat my pussy, Angie! Fuck my ass, Harry! Make me cum!"
Harry was only too happy to help, pounding into Alicia's juicy ass with long, deep strokes, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. At the same time, Angelina sucked and licked at Alicia's clit, her tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
Katie, who had been watching the scene unfold with interest, decided to join in again. She grabbed the camera, snapping pictures of Harry and Angelina pleasuring Alicia. "This is going to be the hottest calendar yet," she murmured, admiring the sight before her.
Harry's cock sank deeper and deeper into Alicia's ass, filling her completely. Her muscles clenched around him, massaging his shaft, milking every last drop of pleasure from him. With each thrust, he felt his orgasm building, growing stronger and more intense.
"Oh, Harry! Angie! I'm gonna cum!" Alicia cried out, her voice filled with pure ecstasy. "Don't stop! Don't stop!"
Finally, with one last, powerful thrust, Harry pushed Alicia over the edge. She screamed loudly, her body convulsing with pleasure as she reached her own orgasm. "Yes! Yes! Oh fuck, Harry! Yes!" she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy.
Katie, who had been capturing the moment on camera, snapped picture after picture of Alicia's explosive orgasm. The sight of her face contorted in pleasure, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes squeezed shut in bliss - it was all captured on film, immortalised forever in what would long be remembered as the most iconic calendar shoot in Holyhead Harpies history.
As Alicia came down from her high, Harry pulled out of her, his cock still rock hard and ready for more. Angelina, seeing her chance, stepped forward, a wicked grin on her face, Alicia's juices running down her chin.
"My turn, Harry," she said. "I want to ride you. I want to feel you deep inside me."
Harry, never one to deny a beautiful witch her deepest desires, happily accepted her request. Lying back on the table, he let Angelina straddle him, her thighs spread wide as she lowered herself onto his shaft.
Angelina's pussy swallowed Harry's cock whole as she impaled herself upon him. Then, with a wicked grin, she began to bounce up and down, her hips moving in a fast, steady rhythm. Each time she slammed down onto him, he felt her walls contract around him, milking him for every last drop of pleasure.
Angelina loved the feeling of a big, fat cock buried deep inside her. It made her feel full, complete, like nothing else mattered but the pleasure coursing through her veins. And Harry's cock was just that - thick, long, and oh-so satisfying.
"Fuck, Harry... you feel so good," she moaned, her voice filled with raw emotion. "Your cock hits all the right spots... oh, fuck!"
Harry, not wanting to disappoint, grabbed her hips and began to slam her down harder, faster, bouncing her up and down on his cock like a ragdoll. He could feel her walls tightening around him, squeezing him, trying to milk him dry. But he wasn't about to give up that easily. No, he wanted to make this witch scream, to beg for mercy.
And so he continued to pound into her, driving her wild with pleasure. Her tits bounced in front of his face, her nipples hard and erect, begging for attention. Katie watched with rapt attention, snapping picture after picture of the two of them in action.
"You look so hot together," she murmured, admiring the sight before her. "Keep going, Harry. Make her scream!"
And so Harry did, driving Angelina to the brink of ecstasy. His hips moved in a blur, his cock thrusting in and out of her tight, wet pussy at a breakneck pace. Angelina screamed, her voice filled with pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"Oh, Harry! Yes! Yes! Yes! Harder! Faster!" she cried out, her voice filled with raw emotion. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"
Angelina's screams grew louder, until finally she couldn't take it anymore. With a final, shuddering gasp, she threw her head back and came, her pussy clamping down on Harry's cock like a vice.
But Harry didn't stop. No, he kept going, driving deeper and deeper into Angelina's pussy, making her scream and writhe in pleasure. He wanted to make her cum again, and again, until she was completely spent, until there was nothing left but a quivering mass of post-orgasmic bliss.
And so he continued to fuck her, his hips moving in a steady, relentless rhythm. In and out, in and out, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
Finally, Angelina couldn't take it anymore. She begged for release, pleaded for Harry to fill her with his seed. "Please, Harry... I need your cum. Fill your dirty little whore with your load! Make me your slut! Please, please, please!"
Harry, unable to resist such a request, finally gave in.
"Take it, then, you filthy slut," he growled, grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto his cock. "Take every last drop of my cum!"
With a final, powerful thrust, he came inside Angelina, filling her with his hot, sticky load. Angelina screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure as she finally received her prize, reaching her own final orgasm in the process. "Yes! Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy.
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
Katie was quick to capture the moment, snapping picture after picture of Angelina's orgasmic face. "This is perfect," she murmured, admiring the sight before her. "Absolutely perfect."
As Harry pulled out of Angelina, his cock still slick with their combined juices, he knew one thing for certain. This calendar shoot would go down in history as the most iconic, the most memorable, the most erotic of all time, and he wasn't certain if the Wizarding World would ever be ready for it.
But he knew one thing for sure - they were going to buy it, and buy it in droves. The Holyhead Harpies had never been more popular, and Harry Potter had never been more proud to be their manager.