Living with a Whore ch.4

Harry couldn't believe what was happening. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion, desire, and anxiety. He grabbed her butt tighter with one hand, slowly reaching upward, feeling her back along the way, sliding up the slippery material on her shoulder, and finally cupping her face. He slowly felt her tongue probing his lips, prompting him to part them slightly, gently tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear as she fully pushed her warm tongue into his mouth. She moaned then, pressing her lips harder against his, rubbing her lip gloss onto his skin, only to suddenly pull away.

He stared at her in shock, with her saliva on his lips, disoriented as he saw her expression turn haughty and mocking again. She reached for his jeans button with both hands as she spoke. "Do you want me to suck your little dick, you jerk?" At this point, he was more than happy to accept her offer. Without hesitation, he reached down, guiding her slender hands as he undid the buttons for her.

She rewarded him with an arrogant smile as she dropped to her knees again, readjusting her Santa hat, ready to grasp what she apparently considered a small dick.

But she was so wrong.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed in pure shock. "You're as big as my boyfriend!"

"That's good, right?" Harry wondered, logically assuming it must be, but unsure of her tone.

She slowly wrapped her fingers around his shaft, finally looking at him after a second, her bright green eyes widening. "Holy shit, dude. When did you get so big?"

He shrugged. "I mean, I've been this way since I turned fourteen or fifteen."

She shook her head in disbelief. "Fuck," she hissed, focusing on the head. Then she leaned forward to lick the bead of translucent precum glistening at the tip, causing an involuntary groan to escape from his chest as he thrust it back into the counter.

"Okay, seriously," she said, starting to stroke him slowly. "How the hell are you still a virgin after a whole semester? Plenty of girls would want to fuck you."

Harry had no idea how to respond to her, struggling to focus on the question and just babbling. "Well, I think I took too many classes, and maybe I'll have to drop one next semester because I didn't have any free time. And, I mean, I guess I want to find someone special and..." She cut him off mockingly.

She interrupted him with mockery. "What the hell does that mean?" she asked seriously, her tone icy. "Are you a fucking idiot? Someone special," she mocked again. "Next time, you'll be talking about a soulmate or some shit. Listen, dude, you need to start fucking. Just pick some slut and make her yours."

Harry winced at that; his "culturally ingrained" idea of a slut was something unpleasant. "Um, I'm not sure if I want a girl like..." His voice trailed off as his thoughts caught up to him.

Fleur immediately released his cock and straightened up, her expression angry. "Like who?" she snapped, looking him straight in the face. "Like me?"

He shook his head, avoiding her gaze, feeling awkward with the fact that his cock was pressed against her hip. "No, that's not what I meant," he blurted out.
 "You know what?" she hissed, finally taking a step back and crossing her arms. "I'll tell you something, you jerk. Yesterday, I made three thousand. Three damn thousand for being some random guy's hooker for one night. That's good money for a damn month! Not to mention, just one night!" She sneered. "You ungrateful asshole. How the hell do you think I'm helping to pay your tuition for that fancy private school you chose? And it's not even in England!"

He stared at her in shock, unable to believe what he was hearing.

She continued relentlessly, lowering her voice. "While I'm stuck in some English championship, where it's easier to make that kind of money," she added. "Fleur..." he said incredulously. "I can take out more loans. Or transfer to another school." She shook her head, her stance slightly loosening, though her arms remained crossed. Her tone softened. "Damn it, you know you can't get more loans. You've already maxed out what you could get, and you were still short ten grand."

He still didn't know what to say. "Why?" he mumbled. "If you're going to do this, why not go to the school you want? You have all A's."

She sighed, dropped her arms, and shook her head. "Half of my assignments weren't even done by me."

"Wait, what?" he said, bewildered.

She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "It was easier to just give some sucker a blowjob and have him do it." She shrugged her shoulders again. "Or fuck a teacher for my grade." He literally couldn't believe what he was hearing, partly because he felt that all her academic deceptions couldn't be true. "But you're not stupid," he countered. "You can't fake entrance exams, and you can't fake big tests, even if you fuck a teacher!" She looked away, her hands went to her hips, not responding.

"Am I wrong?" he asked seriously. "No," she replied with a small grimace. "I'm learning and passing."

"Then why?" he asked seriously. "If you're going to do it, why not go where you want to go?"

Unexpectedly, there was a hint of vulnerability in her gaze as she focused on Harry quickly looking away. "Because I have a good setup here, and I can't guarantee that I'll be able to make it work just as well elsewhere. She sighed, meeting his gaze. "And because I prefer to make sure you succeed. To make sure you get into the best school of your choice and have the best possible start in the career you choose."

When she saw the look on his face, moved by the fact that she was so focused on what was best for him, she immediately looked away and her tone became haughty as she shifted gears. It was obvious that she didn't like him seeing her sensitive side. "Besides, I like to fuck. And making money makes it more exciting. It's also fun to fuck teachers, because it's one of the biggest taboos. Every teacher I seduce for a better grade or to fake a stupid paper for me, which is just a waste of time, is an exciting adventure. You have no idea how damn horny these men get when they can fuck a hot student like me."

"Fleur..." He said hesitantly, really unsure of what to say. I mean, he was conflicted in so many ways. On the one hand, he didn't want to be the reason she was doing it, but on the other hand, it sounded like she liked it and would do it anyway.

She was a sex addict and loved to fuck. But she was also practically his best friend, and he felt that her lifestyle was a bad thing.

But at the same time, he wanted to be one of the guys she fucked.

"I... we... I mean, we couldn't even do it at home! Not with mom and dad at home! Damn, they'd kill both of us if they found out we were just making out a moment ago. And they're so damn traditional that they'd probably disown me if they found out we did something more. I mean, hell, at least they'd kick you out." Suddenly, she became contemplative, crossing her arms again, which caused squeaks from her shiny red PVC outfit. When she spoke again, she sounded thoughtful. "Or we could rent an apartment together."

Harry's eyes widened in shock. "Are you serious?" She nodded, her tone gentle and sincere. "Yes. None of our parents would think twice if I lived with you since we've been friends forever." Then she furrowed her brow, her expression becoming more serious. "Though I'll probably bring guys over from time to time to screw them. Probably at least once a week. There's no point in living paycheck to paycheck," she added, sounding somewhat amused by her own joke.

Again, he didn't know what to say. Were they really having this conversation? How did they go from zero to a million so quickly? One moment he heard she was screwing, and the next, she not only suggested she would screw him, too, but also proposed they live together? Did he even want this? Could he even handle her screwing other guys? I mean, she was his friend, not his girlfriend, so he should expect her to screw other men. But at the same time, they would live as if they were dating. Screw like they were dating. And essentially, he'd be a cuckold for the girl he grew up with. Damn.

"And what about your boyfriend?" Harry managed to say after a few seconds.

She scoffed. "Since I'll be living with you, I can break up with him."

"Wait, what? Why?" Harry asked seriously, trying to understand.

She shrugged. "Because I'm only dating him for his dick."

When Harry looked at her, utterly bewildered, wondering if she meant what he thought she meant, she unfolded further.

"I don't just screw for money, you know. I make films too, and it takes a big one for that." She paused, seeing his shock at the possibility that it was all online. "Don't worry," she reassured him. "I blur our faces. Besides, the only thing online guys care about is seeing that sexy body in action - and seeing my huge, natural breasts." She took a deep breath, averting her gaze. "But as hot as I am, no one cares if the guy's package isn't massive either." Her eyes narrowed. "Online dicks want to see a monster screw me, not some pinky-sized pecker."

"But... Harry hesitated, not even sure why he was denying her. "I mean, I've seen different things..."

She looked at him sharply, only to turn sarcastic, as if trying to hide her reaction. "Oh, you've seen, have you?" she said mockingly. "My little brat watches porn? Shocking. I bet you'd like to screw me while watching porn, right? Even better, screw me while making porn."

Harry tried to swallow the lump in his throat, deciding to continue. "And in the movies I've seen, many popular guys are smaller than me. I've seen plenty of six-inch dicks online, nailing hot girls."

Again, she looked surprised. "Wait, are you saying you don't want me to use your dick for making porn?"

"Oh, umm, no."

"That's what I thought," she replied firmly, almost sounding reproachful. "And that's all fine with those regular dicks - I have no problem with them. I've certainly had my share. But for porn, bigger is better. Plus, if I use your dick instead, I won't have to worry about my 'boyfriend...'" She paused to make air quotes with her fingers. "He'd get upset if he found out I was cheating," she added, making extra air quotes.

Harry Potter scoffed. "So you assume that won't bother me?"

She looked at him, placing slender hands on her vinyl-clad hips. "Listen, clown, after we screwed that one time, do you want to do it again or not?" She paused but didn't wait for an answer. "Even if you transfer to another school, I'll still have to support us. There's no way you'll find a well-paying job. When it comes to the money I can make, we're talking about an amount you can earn when you're halfway through your career in twenty years! She shook her head, her blonde hair bobbing lightly, the Santa hat remaining in place, and her tone turning sarcastic again. "Or maybe you could make over twenty grand a month if you really tried? Hmm? Can you make six figures a year right now?"