Chapter 3 - Part 3

Story codes for part 3: oral, deepthroat, tit-fuck.

Thanks for your comments. : )  This part needs a re-write, but I just don't have time

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Never in his wildest dreams had Davie Davis imagined his evening would turn out like this.  The nineteen year old boy had taken this job, serving drinks to minor celebrities at a Getty Museum champagne reception, because he needed the money.  He was in LA to realise the dream of his lifetime: to become a world famous porn star.  He had been here for two and a half months so far, and in that time had dragged himself to a handful of degrading auditions at some of the seedier gonzo film studios in Porn Valley, but so far his big break had yet to materialise.  It wasn’t for lack talent though.  As a certain English adventuress presently down on her knees before the teenager would grudgingly attest to, Davie was very well hung.  With him it was merely a matter of performance.  Or performance anxiety to be more accurate.  He was subject to the porn industry’s equivalent of stage fright.  He had trouble getting it up when other people were around.  Tonight however, he was experiencing no such problems.  Perhaps it was the identity of the woman kneeling at his feet, sucking his cock with her plump red lips and stroking his shaft with her soft yet firm grip, that was responsible for this sudden and miraculous recovery.

Lara Croft.

Davie had read about her exploits in Time Magazine.  He had played video games based on what she did for a living (some more than others; they varied in quality).  He had seen literally thousands of images of her on the internet: sometimes elegantly dressed in rich designer evening gowns, with barely a hint of lush cleavage and a slit of long, smooth, creamy thigh on display to tantalise the camera; sometimes half-nude in risqué swimsuit shoots for glossy men’s magazines, rivulets of water streaming down over her tan shoulders and supple abs as she arose lady-in-the-lake-like from the sun-glinted surface of an outdoor swimming pool; sometimes smiling coyly in lacy black lingerie, standing before a four-poster bed with one hand on her hip and a smouldering come-get-me-boys look in her eyes, wearing four-inch heels that showed off her calves and sculpted thighs to perfection; sometimes paparazzi shots of Lara’s full DD-cup tits, still high and firm even without a bikini top to support them, and her well-rounded peach of an ass, butt-naked and lubed up with oil as she sunbathed nude on the deck of a luxury yacht in the middle of the Caribbean.

Countless times the teenager had jerked off to her image, imagining what it would be like to fuck this model of graceful, well-heeled femininity, to thoroughly ball her out, this curvaceous poster girl for hot, strong, smart woman all over the world.

He just never thought he would get chance to.  Not like this anyway – not with Lara down on her knees in a thigh-length black cocktail dress, her naturally-pouting, ruby-glossed lips wrapped around the girth of his cock, her pliant tongue swirling warmly around the head, and her big, long-lashed, hazel-almond eyes gazing up at him, watching for a reaction.  Tears had welled up along Lara’s lower lids after her failed attempt to deepthroat Davie’s foot-long meat a few moments ago.  The teen grinned down at her, admonished the older woman with a sly wink, then decided to give her another chance.

Grabbing hold of Lara’s glossy chestnut braid, he cupped the underside of her jaw and, holding her firmly in place between both hands, started working his hips forward, one inch at a time.  Lara balked as he slowly filled out her mouth.   She felt her lips stretch out to a wide oval as Davie force-fed her his thickly veined meat.  She slapped the teenager’s thighs and glared up at him, fuming in mute protest as he forced his big cock further down into the back of her throat.  She was tempted to do more, much more.  She wanted to bite down on the obnoxious little bastard, sink her fingernails into his fleshy balls and squish them agonisingly.  But there was a problem.  Just a few feet away, on the other side of the desk, two heavily armed guards had chosen a rather inopportune place and time for a smoke break.

Their smoke drifted over the desk, and Lara could hear their mumbled conversation as Davie pulled her face slowly down into his crotch, and started plumbing the back of her throat with his mushroom-shaped cock-head.  It was too risky, she realised   No matter how badly she wanted to push Davie away, shout up at him, ball him out, or better yet, slam a tightly-clenched fist up into the teenager’s nutsack, double him over in pain, she knew the consequences for her would be dire.  Mast hated her with a passion, and Lara knew it.  If he or any of his men captured her now she could expect no quarter from them.  She had a choice: it was either this, a little deepthroat session with a horny, overeager teenager, or a date with a seven-man firing squad, whose M.O. in Lara’s experience was shoot first, ask questions never.

Resigning herself to her fate, the English woman loosened her grip on Davie’s thighs, relaxed her throat and allowed him to feed another few inches of his meat into her stuffed mouth.  Gagging on the bulbous tip she felt it nudge and plug its way sickeningly into the back of her throat, then the fleshy shaft started bending down under her tonsils, curling round like a hot rubber dildo as it pushed onwards, filling out her tight oesophagus with hot, pulsating teenage cock meat.

Davie tightened his grip, grinning down at her.  Lara was clearly having a hard time taking his cock, retching on it and spluttering huskily, but he was in heaven.  He had about ten inches of his meat lodged in the throat of one of the hottest women in the western hemisphere, and she was taking it.  She was letting him fuck her mouth.  He knew he’d never get a chance like this if he lived to be a hundred, and decided to make the most of it.

“...see how she can run so fast with those sweet fuckin’ melons bouncing around on her chest like that!”, one of the guards laughed on the other side of the desk as Davie pulled Lara’s face back from his crotch, extracting his cock from the depths of her throat and out between her overflowing lips.  She gasped silently, wiping away the strings of drool that had dribbled down over her chin as Davie smeared his wet cock head around on her lips.

“I hear you bro...”, the other guard replied.  “Bitch is packin’! And I ain’t just talking about her arsenal neither”.  Davie grasped the base of his cock shaft in one hand.  Working his fingers down into Lara’s thick brown hair, he held her head firmly in place and started slapping his saliva-coated cock back and forth over her cheeks.  Lara wrinkled up her nose in disgust, pursing her lips and straining back as Davie smeared cum and spit all over her high-cheekboned face.  Would this boy never tire of humiliating her?!

“I got a gun that hot mama can add to her arsenal any day!”, the first guard laughed.  Davie pressed his cock head to Lara’s lips again, but she refused to open her mouth.  Nudging his hips forward he pushed the slippery underside of his helmet back and forth over Lara’s plump ruby lips, smearing her lipstick down over her chin as his cock slid wetly around her mouth.  He couldn’t believe how good this felt.

“So what’s up with the kid?”, the second guard asked again, just a few feet away.  Davie held his cock in front of Lara’s face, jerking the shaft.  He stuck out his tongue, miming for her to do the same.  Lara almost yelled at him.  She shook her head resolutely, no.  She would do no such thing!  Davie rolled his eyes.  He nodded, fine, fine, then turned away and, taking in a deep breath, made like he was about to shout out to the guards.  Lara quickly grabbed the teenager’s thighs, scowling up at him.  She knew she was at his mercy.  Reluctantly, she parted her red-glossed lips and poked her tongue out a few inches  Davie gestured for more, not satisfied until Lara was practically lolling her tongue out as far as it would extend.  She looked like she was trying to lick her own chin before it was enough for him.  As Lara glared up at him angrily, Davie rubbed and slapped the underside of his cock head all over her soft pink tongue.  He made her flick the tip back and forth over the eyes of his cock, then pushed himself up under Lara’s nose, silently demanding that she sniff it – which the tomb raider did, very reluctantly, making a gross-out face – before pushing his cock back into her mouth.

On the other side of the desk the two guards continued talking, oblivious.  “The kid?  who knows man, just some runt she picked up to show her around I guess”.

Lara had finally had enough by this point.  She simply refused to take anymore of Davie’s adolescent misbehaviour.  He was only a teenager, she realised, albeit a rather well hung one, and Lara had yet to meet a teenager who could take more than a few minutes of her expert oral technique without dropping the egg off his spoon, so to speak.  Davie had done rather well to get this far, but she was now determined to bring his fun to an end.

Fluttering her long brown eyelashes, she fixed him with a wide-eyed up-from-under gaze.  Then sliding her palms up over the insides of his thighs, she lightly traced her manicured fingernails along the dividing line of Davie’s scrotum.  She felt the teen’s meat twitch and strain upwards in her mouth.  His grin faltered slightly.  Lara slid one palm around Davie’s hips, slowly encircling his ass, squeezing his buttocks and pulling him forward.  She cupped her other palm warmly under his heavy balls and started massaging them.  Allowing Davie to keep hold of her braid, Lara began to bob her head up and down on his cock, maintaining eye contact the whole time.  She took the bulbous tip further back into her throat and swallowed on it as Davie stifled a groan and pulled her forward, onto his cock, using his grip on the underside of Lara’s jaw as leverage.

He thrust his hips forward, developing an irregular rhythm that Lara had a hard time keeping up with – going slow and deep one moment, feeding the tomb raider the full twelve inches of his cock and holding her down on it, until she gurgled wetly and her eyes teared up with the onset of nausea, then pulling back until just the shiny pink helmet bulged between her glossy red lips, before pushing her all the way back down again, and repeating the process, slowly and firmly, over and over.  Then he switched up his pace, working just six inches of his shaft very deliberately over the base of her tongue for a while.  Pumping Lara’s mouth with short, shunting thrusts, Davie made her wretch silently on his meat, sending syrupy streams of the tomb raider’s warm saliva drooling down over her plump lower lip, dripping wetly from the underside of her chin to splatter like bubbly puddles of honey all over her tan cleavage, wetting her full, DD-cup tits and making them glisten in the dim interior light of the office, before sliding and dribbling viscously down between them and soaking into the fabric of her expensive designer evening gown, rendering the garment’s thin satin décolletage almost transparent as it adhered skin-tight to the twin bumps of Lara’s hard nipples.

“He’s not the mission though”, the first guard continued.

“Yeah”, his partner agreed.  “I know.  She is.  We find that tight-ass English whore, take her down, get her back to Mast, and we get ourselves a cut of the cool six million dollars he says that stone hangin’ around her neck is worth”.

Davie was almost there.  He was going to cum.  He quickly gathered both of Lara’s hands up in one of his own, then used his grip on her braid to jerk her mouth off his cock.  *Splop*, it slid out, glistening wetly, between Lara’s full lips, a long strand of bubbly spit joining its head to her plump lower lip for a moment, before sagging under its own weight, then snapping and swinging back to splatter thickly on her generous cleavage.  Lara looked up at Davie, her surprise turning to annoyance when she realised what he was doing.  Not only had the teenager been able to hold out against her hard-fought deep throat session, but he was now keeping her from finishing off the job so he could prolong his own pleasure.  The perverted little bastard!  Lara fumed.  Davie just grinned down at her, then pulled her mouth down to his balls.

Tilting Lara’s head back, the teenager shuffled forward a couple of steps until his balls were resting on her chin and he was practically straddling her face, with his thighs flush against either side of her cheeks.  Then he made her suck on them.  Davie’s big fleshy testicles filled out Lara’s mouth one at a time as he teabagged the adventuress’ wide open oral cavity.  His cock was still fully erect and now glistened with Lara’s saliva as he laid it out messily over the tomb raider’s face, and jerked it himself.  After making her lick and suck on his musk-scented scrotum for a couple more minutes, Davie decided he had calmed down enough.  He let go of her hands, backed up a little, and shoved his cock back into Lara’s mouth.

Lara had had more than enough of the teenager by now.  Her face was a mess, wet with her own spit and criss-crossed with snail trails of Davie’s precum.  Her black eyeliner had run down either side of her cheeks in two watery streams from gagging on his foot-long meat as he held her down on it.  And her dark red lipstick, which Lara had applied so carefully less than an hour ago in the back seat of the limousine, was now smeared whorishly all around her mouth and down over her chin.  She just wanted this ordeal to end – and decided to give it her all when Davie pushed his cock back into her mouth.

Desperate to make the teenager cum before the guards noticed them, Lara craned her head from side to side, lapping up and down the full length of his shaft with slutty, open-mouthed lashes of her tongue, pumping it with both hands the whole time.  Using a twisting grip, her palms slipping and sliding on her own saliva, she wrung out Davie’s cock like it was a wet towel, quickly working her thumb-pad back and forth and up and down over the underside of his cock head.  But still it wasn’t enough.

Davie just reached down, palmed Lara’s tits, and started squeezing them as she sucked and wanked him like a pro.  While she was distracted the teenager hooked his thumbs underneath the straps of her evening gown and eased them sideways over Lara’s slender shoulders.  The fabric was so smooth and diaphanously flimsy that it slid down over her ample chest with barely a whisper, falling away from Lara’s full, tear-drop-shaped DD-cup tits and down to her midriff.

“Holy Shit!”, Davie wanted to say, but didn’t, barely restraining himself on account of the two heavily armed guards less than six feet away.  Like every straight male teenager on the planet (with an internet connection), he had seen Lara’s tits many, many times before, imagined what it would be like to fuck them, suck on her nipples, slap them around and make them jiggle and ripple with harsh, open-palmed spanks.  But nothing could have prepared him for this.  They were, quite literally, perfect.  Full and firm, flawlessly smooth, luxuriously heavy yet pert at the same time, they sat high and proud on Lara’s chest, like they were being held there by an invisible push-up bra.  Not even a hint of sag or overhang was evident.  Her skin had the taut lusciousness of the skin of a ripe olive.  Her nipples were tender little peaks of flesh the colour of the insides of scallop seashells, so hotly erect that they shone with a kind of glossy lustre in the pale moonlight streaming in through the office windows behind Davie.  He reached down and pinched them, drawing a little squeal of surprise from Lara as she sucked his cock.

Neither of the guards seemed to notice however, and Davie didn’t really give a shit what Lara though, so he continued to squeeze, fondle and massage the tomb raider’s sumptuous breasts while she sucked, licked, jerked and worshipped his cock with her mouth and hands, giving him some of the best head he had ever experienced.  Sinking his fingers deep into her luscious tit-flesh, the teenager thumbed her nipples, rubbing them around in circles.  Then taking her sensitive tit-tips between his forefingers and thumbs he rolled them slowly back and forth, irritating Lara no end.  Leering down at her, he cupped the undersides of her supple melons and bounced them up and down in his palms several times, as though testing for ideal weight and firmness.

Davie inverted a smile, as though to say, ‘they’ll do’.  Lara was working his cock with everything she had now, desperately jerking the shaft with both hands in a two-potato grip and swirling her soft tongue quickly around the head.  The teen was having a hard time holding back.  So he grabbed her hair again and yanked her head back, lifting her off his cock.  He pushed her hands away when she tried to continue jerking him, gave himself a few seconds to calm down again, then mimed for Lara to start using her tits.

By now the twenty-eight year old tomb raider was feeling thoroughly degraded – and more than a little useless.  No matter what she tried, she just couldn’t seem to get this boy, this arrogant little teenaged boy, to cum.  Part of her was almost impressed by Davie’s endurance; but a bigger part, the part that Lara had trained and honed with years of practice and hard work, the part that had pushed her on through parched desert sandstorms, kept her alive in bone-chilling Arctic winters, the part that had made Lara the woman she was today, the feared scourge of the criminal underworld, relic-hunter extraordinaire, a strong, independently minded inspiration to women the world over, the internationally renowned Tomb Raider – that part of Lara felt insulted.  She had never failed at anything important in her entire life, and she wasn’t about to start now.  She was going to make this cocky little bastard blow his load if it was the last thing she ever did.

Leaning forward, she cupped the sides of her full tits in both palms and enfolded Davie’s well-lubed meat between them.  She pushed her luscious cleavage tight around the girth of his rigid pole and started sliding it up and down, servicing the teenager’s full length with firm, fast, rhythmic tit-fucks.  Davie’s mouth gaped open.  His eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure, much to Lara’s satisfaction as she pumped his cock with her spit-lubed mammaries.  The teenager almost looked like he was about to pass out, she smirked, as the idol of millions gave him the tit-job of his life.  After a while, reflexively, his hips started thrusting in time with Lara’s insistent pumping, her warm, tan cleavage sliding wetly and quickly up and down the entire length of his glistening pole.  His swollen cock head kept popping out over the top of her plump tits as she worked his jutting shaft relentlessly.

“So what do you wanna do with the bitch if we find her?”, the guard on the other side of the desk asked his partner.

“Hmm...”, his partner replied, exhaling a plume of greyish cigarette smoke.  “I say... we have us a little fun.  Take that high-class slut out for a test drive before we drag her back to Mast”.

“I hear that bro!”, the first guard laughed.  Lara heard them high-five.

Davie was actively fucking her tits now.  His thrusts were long and demanding, hard enough to keep hitting the head of his cock up against the underside of her jaw with every upstroke.  They had developed a rhythm too.  Lara was sliding her tits back and forth in time with Davie’s fast thrusts.  Balancing on the balls of her feet she bounced her torso up and down on her aching heels, energetically tit-fucking the teenager’s cock, breaking off occasionally to take just the head into her mouth and suck on it, swirling her tongue quickly and firmly around the crown, before spitting it out and going back to working the shaft with her firm, wet, yielding DD-cup melons – until finally Davie doubled over.

As though in pain, his face contorted with agonised ecstasy, the teenager’s cock bounced up between Lara’s tits and sent a single shot of thick, hot, white spunk lancing from its puckered eye, and splattering all over the side of Lara’s face.  Davie grabbed the tomb raider’s head in a death grip, his balls still rolling, and pulling her face forward into his groin, he force-fed Lara his cock as it spewed healthily.  In one orgasm-fuelled lunge he thrust his hips forward and shoved the entire length of his foot-long shaft down Lara’s throat, cumming so hard that white liquid backed up in her nazel cavity and came spurting out from both of her nostrils.

Lara gagged hard on his cock, her senses overwhelmed by the musky taste and heady scent of teenage jizz.  She hammered her fists against Davie’s thighs, but found herself unable to make any kind of impact; his entire body was numb with the ecstatic rush of the most intense climax he had experienced in his short life.  Finally she managed to push him away but, unbalanced, she tripped on the back of her dress, and stumbled backwards on the balls of her feet, coughing, spluttering and retching violently as Davie lumbered forward to kneel over her.

“Y-you *cough-cough* little bastard!”, she yelled, “I’m going to *blergh!* b-bloody well kill you! you son of a...”  Davie jerked his cock off and shot another three or four healthy spurts of gelatinous spunk all over Lara’s flushed face as she shouted up at him angrily.

“Fuck yeahhhh!!!”, he grunted, “eat my jizz you upper-crust bimbo!!”

“Mmmmphhh!! Why, why, you little shit!!”, Lara screamed, now incandescent with rage.  “I won’t be satisfied, *cough, cough!*, until I-I tear that bloody thing out by its root and beat you to death with it!!!”.

She managed to regain her balance just as Davie wrung the last few porridgy dregs of semen from the tip of his cock, wiping them all over her glossy chestnut hair.  Lara balled her fists – she was going to enjoy this.

“Well looky here...”.  Abruptly, she stopped dead.  Turning in the direction of the deep male voice behind her, she felt her stomach flip-flop with dismay.  How could she have been so stupid?!

“Now ain’t this just a turn up for the books...”, another sneering male voice remarked from the other end of the desk.

Lara glanced back and forth between the two big men standing either side of her and Davie.  They were both kitted out in heavy riot gear: body armour, visored helmets, combat boots, and had fully automatic AK-47 rifles slung over their shoulders on canvas straps.  They were twirling thick black night-sticks in their muscular hands menacingly.

Davie wilted with fear behind the desk.  He looked like he was trying to make himself invisible as he gingerly tucked his cock back inside his slacks and zipping them up.

Lara shook her head.  Wiping her forearm over her brow she got the worst of Davie’s spunk out of her eyes.  With her vision clearing, she then pulled the front of her dress up over her bare breasts and hooked the spaghetti straps back over her shoulders.

“Don’t go anywhere, you”, she glared down at Davie, rising to her feet.  “We’re going to have a private chat in a moment, about the ethics of taking advantage of a woman when she’s at your mercy”.

Davie gulped.  He crossed his fingers, rooting for the mercs.

“And as for you two”, Lara turned to the heavily armed men standing on either side of her, twirling their night-sticks, “I want you both to take a message back to Mast, from me”.

The burly mercs chuckled negligently.

“And what would that be, sweet-cheeks?”, one of them asked, grabbing his crotch.  “You wanna give us both blow jobs too, so we can tell him how good you suck cock?”

Lara flushed with anger as they both burst out laughing at her.

“Not quite”, she forced her voice to remain calm and even.  “The message isn’t so much something you can tell him”.  Readying herself, she hitched her dress up over her thighs a little, then slinked down into a feline mixed martial arts stance.  “It more involves him seeing the two of you limp back like a couple of sorry, beaten dogs, bruised and battered after I work some anger out of my system by kicking both of your asses, right here, right now”.

The two big men stopped laughing in an instant.

“Fuckin’ bitch...”, one of them grunted behind his helmet.

Davie almost pissed himself with fear.  They raised their night-sticks, and charged at Lara.

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To be continued...