Chapter 1 - Stress Relief

Hermione was stressed.

Who wouldn’t be, if they were in her shoes? She had a dozen N.E.W.T.s to study for, all of her usual duties as Head Girl, and the ridiculous shenanigans that her friends got up to. Even a dozen Time-Turners wouldn’t have made her schedule easier. 

She was honestly ready to explode. Her hair was bushier than ever. She was snapping at first years and taking away points for the most insignificant of infractions. And at dinnertime when Ron asked her to pass the pumpkin juice, she quite nearly flung it at him.

Cho Chang finally came up to her in the library as Hermione was trying to memorize a hundred pages of an advanced Arithmancy text before the end of the day. 

“Hi, Hermione,” Cho said cautiously. “Is everything all right?”

Hermione did not welcome the intrusion. “Everything’s fine!” she shrieked.

“That’s...good. I thought you might want to know about the stress relief services they’re offering in Hogsmeade? It’s in the Hog’s Head Inn every Thursday.”

She handed her a pamphlet. 

Stress Relief Services
Room 204, Hog’s Head Inn
Witches only

On the inside, it included testimonials from previous customers.

“All my cares just melted away. Nothing else seemed to matter at all!”

“I used to be so stressed out and anxious all the time. Thanks to Stress Relief Services, I feel like I’m constantly glowing!”

“I’ve never felt more encouraged to be myself!”

On the back, it explained that the service was “only” five Galleons.

“It really helped me after Cedric died,” Cho said encouragingly. “It took my mind completely off of him—I mean, off of it.”

Hermione knew that if Cho was coming to her like this, she probably looked a mess. “Very well. I’ll consider it. Thank you.”

Two Thursdays later, Hermione found herself at the Hog’s Head Inn, feeling rather nervous. She didn’t feel right going out with so much studying still to do. But perhaps she needed the break. Her spellwork was suffering from how tightly she gripped her wand. If this helped her do better, then the time was worth it.

The meeting room was room 204. She went upstairs and hesitated before opening the door and walking inside. 

“Oh!” she squeaked. “Sorry, I—er, this is the room for the stress relief service?”

He got up off the bed he was sitting on and walked to her. He was a lot bigger than she expected, tall with a thick, wide frame. He seemed to fill her entire vision as he got closer, until he was looming over her.

“That’s right,” he said. “Get on your knees.”

Hermione had been obeying authority figures her whole life. Her knees hit the floor like they were attached to heavy weights. At the same time, questions rose to the top of her mind, like a counterbalance.

“Excuse me, but what is the procedure here?” she asked. “This is rather irregular, so before we do anything, I want to make sure…um….”

He’d placed his hand on the top of her head, big enough to palm her like a Quaffle, heavy and commanding and somehow reassuring.

“Sir, what are you—EEEEEEEK!”

Hermione didn’t typically raise her voice while indoors, but men didn’t usually take out their cocks in front of her either. But that’s exactly what he had done. She was staring at a big, fat dick an inch away from her face, pointed directly at her!

This was not helping her stress one bit! Hermione’s heart hammered. What had Cho gotten her into? What had she gotten herself into? What kind of relaxation service was this?

His cock was insistently close to her mouth. Hermione hadn’t the faintest clue what he expected her to do with it. It was just waiting there, hovering a centimeter away from her lips, like a very pushy popsicle salesman.

The proximity made her lips tingle, as if in anticipation of being touched. Hermione could feel a nervous, expectant ache between her legs as well. The tingle seemed to have spread to her inner thighs, as if they wanted to be touched, stroked, massaged. Surely a relaxation service was supposed to offer massages, not…dicks!

There was a sort of massage happening, actually. His hand on her head began to move, his fingers sliding into her hair, stroking out her bushy curls and petting the top of her head like she was a good little animal. It did feel nice. If it weren’t for the demeaning implications, and except for the dick in her face, she could actually enjoy this. 

She really should have gotten up and left. But her knees felt glued to the floor, and her scalp was practically buzzing under his capable fingers. 

What did he want from her? She tore her eyes from the tip of his cock to look up at him. Since she was on her knees, and he was quite tall, she had to pull her eyes up at a rather steep angle. She hoped it didn’t make her look silly.

Her nose twitched. Hermione’s eyes swung down to his cock like they were magnetized to it. The tip of his cock was right between her upper lip and her nostrils. One wrong move and it would be touching her face.

Hermione had never touched a penis before. She’d never even seen one outside of anatomy textbooks. But she was hardly ignorant of the concepts—after all, she heard the other girls in Gryffindor Tower talking about them. Boys got hard, and when they did, they needed to plunge their dicks into an attractive girl’s mouth or cunt to empty out their load so that they could go back to normal. A handjob was an acceptable alternative if there was a hurry, but it could be quite messy. Hermione hated the idea of House Elves having to clean up dried puddles of cum left on the floor by careless dick jerkers.

His dick was certainly very hard. It throbbed and twitched in front of her face insistently. The veins made it look like it was straining to reach her. Hermione hoped it didn’t hurt. She’d feel positively awful about herself if she found out that she’d been torturing his dick with the proximity of her mouth and never satisfying him.

But she couldn’t just…suck his dick! She didn’t even know him. Besides, she wasn’t that kind of girl.

She had to do something to distract herself. Hermione began thinking about her Arithmancy homework. Clearly, she needed to read…and then try…oh, but she mustn’t forget about….

There was a test next week, but before she could even start studying properly for that she needed to finish her Ancient Runes essay, and then there was the Advanced Transfiguration project she had barely gotten started on, not to mention the assignment to come up with three alternative ways of brewing the Draught of Living Death and analyze the intended effects….

Of course, she had her duties as Head Girl on top of classwork. There were points to add and subtract, rules to enforce, meetings to go to! It all took up time, and time was the one thing she didn’t have ever since the Time-Turners all broke. How was she supposed to pass her N.E.W.T.s  with so much going on in her life?

And it wasn’t good enough to pass! She needed to excel! She needed to be perfect!

All of the stress and anxiety and neuroticism built up inside of her until she felt like she was ready to explode. She needed an outlet. She needed a release valve. If she was a baby, she could suck on a pacifier. A little kid could suck on their thumb. But as a teenage girl, all she could do was—

Mwom.

Hermione’s warm lips enclosed around the head of his cock. She didn’t even realize she was doing it as she began to suck his cock. Her head was full of stress from all of her responsibilities. It had to come out somehow. 

The more she sucked his cock, the more everything else melted away. She explored his cock with her tongue, stroking over the tip and circling around the head, rubbing under the crown and lapping at the shaft in her mouth, like a blind person feeling someone’s face with their fingers to get to know them. She pushed her head forward, and her tongue flatted under his cock and her lips spread out to take him in. She pulled her head back, and her cheeks squeezed in to hug against his cock.

That was her rhythm for what might have been seconds, minutes, or hours. Hermione lost track of time as she gave her first blowjob. The sounds of her lips smacking against his cock and the squeaks of air slipping between her mouth and his shaft, the moist little gasps for breath that she took without ever letting the head out of her mouth were the only sounds in the room. Hermione could forget about everything but this.

Instead of Hermione’s mind, it was now her body that was full of a constant buzzing with no outlet. Her neck and breasts and thighs and toes all felt like they were humming with golden electric tingles that warmed her up and made her mouth wrap around his cock more tightly than ever, as if she could try to pulse out the intense feelings through her lips and tongue into his dick to thank him for this.

She wanted to get his entire dick in her mouth, but it was far too big. She pushed herself forward until the head of his cock was pressed up against the entrance to her throat, and then her gag reflex forced her back. The result was to coat the first few inches of his cock in a thick layer of saliva, more of it spilling down the rest of his shaft to drip onto his balls.

Minutes did in fact pass into hours. The Head Girl stayed kneeling on the floor in front of him, her mouth full of dick and her mind blissfully empty of worry. She’d never felt so, so free before. She didn’t have to study and read and think all the time. She could do anything, so long as “anything” included having his cock in her mouth.

His hand on her head was the only other sensation. It felt so nice to have it there, a pleasant weight that helped her stay in place and made it so easy to think of this as her place. The light stroking and petting of her hair made her feel like an animal, but that was perfect. Animals didn’t have to do homework.

Part of Hermione only resurfaced when the hooting of an owl outside alerted her to how much time had passed. Wow, I’ve been sucking his cock this entire time…Merlin, there’s a dick  in my mouth!

Enough was enough. Hermione didn’t know what spell he’d cast to make her do this, but she had to let him know that she was leaving now. She put her hands on his thighs and pushed. She didn’t shove herself away violently—she was grateful for the relaxation, however skeptical she was of his methods—but she did press firmly, letting him know that time was up.

Instead of helping to ease his cock out of her mouth, he grabbed her wrists and tugged her arms up over her head! Hermione struggled vainly as he wrapped a single hand around both of her wrists and returned his other hand to the top of her head, palming her skull once more and reminding her what she was supposed to do by pressing her head forward to swallow more of his cock.

She wasn’t making the decisions, he was.

Once Hermione realized that, the feelings inside her got ten times more intense. It was like all the stress and panic and busyness inside her mind flooded down into her body. Her tits and cunt and calf muscles and feet all throbbed. She struggled not to let it show as he lightly fucked her face on his cock. The stretch in her armpits as he kept her arms tugged up firmly over her head felt amazing. She was utterly helpless, unable to do anything but accept the situation for what it was. 

And she never wanted it to stop.

Hermione was the picture of submission. Kneeling, arms held, eyes turned up, face flushed with an intense arousal that was threatening to burst out of her body and squirt all over the floor without even being touched. If she could have taken him into her throat, she would have been the happiest girl in the world. Sadly, even with his hand pressing her forward, she still couldn’t fit more than half his dick into her mouth. Hermione had never accepted a half-performance from herself on anything before, but she just couldn’t get her gag reflex to back down and her throat to give way.

But she didn’t have to even think about it. She didn’t have to think about anything. He was in control, using her mouth the way he wanted to.

Hermione was aware that this process logically ended with him unloading a spoonful or two of slimy white goo into her mouth or on her face. When Lavender Brown and Ron had been dating, she said it always happened that way. And when Cho and Harry had gone out, the Ravenclaw girl had talked about always needing to carry a pack of mints with her for when he finished on her tongue. Ginny had even asked Hermione for a breath-freshening spell when she encountered the same problem. 

But even that much control was beyond her now. After another hour of making her splutter and slurp all over his cock, he finally unloaded. Rather than nutting inside of her mouth, he pulled out and exploded onto her face, painting her cheeks and nose and the bangs of her bushy brown hair with his thick, white cum. Jets of cum sprayed across her lips and eyelashes and even splashed her ears and neck.

Normally, if anything like this foul, sticky substance had gotten onto Hermione’s face, she would have shrieked and tried to Vanish it away immediately. But her hands were still in his grip, and his cock, sticky with cum oozing from the tip, was sliding back into her open mouth, squeezing between her lips like a pipe cleaner into a pipe, except she was cleaning him. Her lips squeezed around the crown of his cock while her tongue lapped at the oozing head. His cum was bitter-tasting, but somehow warming as she sucked it down. Still in her place of mindless bliss, the semen all over her face felt perfectly natural instead of highly objectionable and foul.

She must have been a good dick cleaner because after another forty minutes or so of sucking on the head of his cock, he came again, this time in her mouth. The salty warm nutbutter in her mouth slid easily down her throat like it was a creamy soup.

He pulled out after letting her clean him off again and released her wrists. Hermione immediately began scooping the drying cum on her face into her mouth, not wanting to waste it or insult him by Vanishing it away. What other possible reason could she have to be gulping it down like it was a puddle of water in the desert?

Hermione started to feel more like her old self as she swallowed the last of his cum and looked up at him. “Sir, that was…highly unacceptable as a professional service. The pamphlet didn’t even mention that you would, er, that is, do…this. I appreciate your time, but I will not be coming back.”

He didn’t respond, just held out his hand. Hermione stared at it blankly. Then she remembered that she owed him money. She pulled out five Galleons and gave them to him, feeling somehow cheapened by the expensive service. I definitely can’t come back, or this will bankrupt me!

Besides, if anyone had seen this, they would have thought that she was the one who wanted to give the blowjob, since she was paying for it!

Hermione got to her feet, straightened her hair, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and regarded him with as much dignity as she could. “I trust this will all remain confidential.”

His cock throbbed as if it was about to start stiffening again. Hermione’s face blushed, and she spun around and nearly walked into the door before managing to walk out of it.

Normally, Hermione would not have regarded it a good deal to exchange five Galleons for the chance to stretch her jaw and taste semen for the first time. However, over the next week, she had to admit that she did seem noticeably less stressed. She was less abrupt with her friends and more forgiving of infractions by younger students. She felt calmer when doing her homework and writing essays. It showed in her grades. She got a perfect score on her Arithmancy test!

Thursday was coming up again. She didn’t want to go back. She certainly didn’t need to go back. Aside from the occasional tingling that filled her body and her slight tendency to suck on the end of her quill while thinking about what to write, everything was perfectly fine.

There were so many things a girl could do with five Galleons.

She definitely, definitely, definitely wasn’t going to go back.

Definitely.