The Scandalous Adventures Of Professor Croft | By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 80109 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5 |
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Lara woke up angry. Her temper had been simmering just under the surface for the last couple of days, ever since her humiliating experience at the hands of the Delta Pi Sorority. Anjelica had tricked her into making that stupid and unfair bet. It didn’t prove that she was sexually submissive. Anyone placed in her position, stripped naked, walked on a leash and spanked, would have gotten sexually aroused. That was just normal human sexuality. It didn’t prove anything. That’s what Lara told herself, as she dressed for the humiliating day ahead.
It was Saturday morning and Lara felt hungry, but she went without breakfast, as Whitney had instructed. She showered and then dressed in a pair of navy yoga pants, a black sports crop top and runners. She pulled a grey hoodie on over the top and quietly exited her apartment. It was early morning, just after 7.30am, and the Princeton University campus was practically deserted. Lara was grateful for that, though she kept her hood up just in case, to hide her identity for any prying eyes. The Princeton University Art Department’s new building was situated only a few hundred metres from the Archaeology building where Lara worked.
It was an imposing four storey building, with a gleaming glass façade, broken up by dark grey concrete columns. The front door was open, and Lara followed the signs to the photography studio. The studio was a large room with matt white walls and high ceilings. Bright studio lights and reflectors of all shapes and sizes were arrayed around the room, some mounted on brackets suspended from the ceiling, but most set onto movable stands. There was a long desk with two desktop computers situated next to the door, where Whitney, Kari and Anjelica were waiting.
“You’re early.” Anjelica said, nodding to Kari, who walked past Lara and locked the door.
“Let’s get this over with.” Lara grumbled, in no mood for pleasantries.
“Suit yourself. We’ll do your hair and makeup first. Come with me.” Anjelica told her.
Anjelica led her through a second doorway, into a change room with several dressing tables with vanity mirrors surrounded by bright lights. There was a middle aged woman present that Lara didn’t know.
“We hired a professional hair and makeup technician for today’s shoot.” Anjelica told her by way of explanation. “Come out when you’re done.”
Lara walked behind a privacy partition and stripped out of her clothes, putting on a soft white robe that had been left for her to wear. It took around 90 minutes for the makeup artist to finish with her. When she emerged from the dressing room, her long brown hair had been styled into a loose wave that cascaded down to the middle of her back. Lara’s face, always beautiful, was simply breathtaking. The makeup artist had applied a natural shade of foundation with subtle rose cheeks that accentuated her exquisite bone structure, and dark eye makeup that complimented her beautiful brown eyes. The look was completed by a layer of glossy red lipstick applied to her gorgeous, bee-stung lips.
“Wow!” Whitney said.
“You look amazing…” Kari added.
“Yes, yes! She looks amazing! Can we start the shoot already?” Anjelica said testily.
Lara blushed slightly, as she removed her white robe and put on the first swimsuit. Kari handed her a black two piece bikini. The top consisted of a 1 inch thick black elastic band that sat just under her large breasts and encircled her back. The cups of the bikini top were triangular in shape, projecting upwards to the tops of her breasts, before joining two thinner black straps that were tied together behind her neck. Lara was relieved that despite having a deep central V that showed off a good portion of her gorgeous cleavage, the bikini top was large enough to cover all of her side boob.
The bikini bottoms had a matching 1 inch thick black elastic waist strap that started low at the front, half way between her crotch and belly button, before curving upwards over her gorgeous hips and around her back. The outline of Lara’s sexy ass was clearly visible through the bikini bottoms, but the cut was conventional and covered most of her backside. Lara actually smiled, starting to feel more confident about the photoshoot. She walked to the centre of the room, where Whitney was waiting with her camera.
“We’re going to shoot you in four different swimsuits. We’ll take a bunch of photos and then pick the best three shots in each swimsuit, plus two additional shots for the front and back covers of the calendar. We’ll Photoshop in the backgrounds later. Do you need some pointers on how to look sexy?” Whitney asked.
As if I need pointers on modelling from some jumped-up amateur photographer, Lara thought derisively.
“I think I’ll manage.” Lara told the black college girl.
As she started to pose in her swimsuit, Lara remembered some advice that a professional photographer had once given her: the key to looking sexy is to always have a bend in your body. Straight lines are the enemy of seduction; women are sexy because they have curves, so show them off! Lara started to pose, giving the camera her best “blue steel” look, but Whitney stopped her almost immediately.
“We’re going for more of a happy, flirty sort of look, so give me nice big smiles.” Whitney told her.
Obviously flustered, Lara forced a smile and resumed posing for the camera. They started with some standing poses from the front. Lara stood with her legs shoulder width apart, but with her hips cocked out to one side. The pose emphasised the feminine curve of her hips and her tiny waist. She felt slightly ridiculous, smiling broadly at the camera while Whitney took what seemed like dozens of photos from different angles around her, both standing and kneeling. Every few minutes, Whitney would call out a different pose for Lara to adopt, and then take more photos.
Still smiling but now blushing slightly, Lara leaned forward and cupped her bikini clad breasts, pushing them up and together, as if offering them to the camera. Whitney took more photos, before calling out the next pose. Lara placed her left hand on her hip and pulled down on the strap joining the cups of her bikini top together, exposing more of her cleavage to the camera. Next, she placed one hand on her hip, while using the other to teasingly pull down on the waistband of her bikini bottoms, sliding it partway down her hip.
Another series of photos, and then Lara turned side on, displaying a sexy profile shot to the camera. Whitney had Lara reach up behind her head and toss her long hair theatrically up into the air. Then Lara turned away from the camera. Now she really started to feel self-conscious, a she bent forward and arched her back, thrusting her ass back towards the camera while smiling over her shoulder.
The final poses in the set were on the ground. Lara lay down on her stomach, with her arms and legs pushed out in front and behind her and her butt thrust into the air. Whitney took dozens of photos, paying special attention to Lara’s gorgeous, heart-shaped ass. Then Lara sat up on her backside, leaning backwards on her hands, with her legs spread wide apart. Whitney took more photos, kneeling down low in front of Lara’s splayed open legs. When they were finally done, Lara let out a grateful sigh. One bikini down and only three more to go, she thought.
Whitney smiled as Lara changed into her next outfit. The first photo set had taken around 30 minutes, and Lara looked amazing. This was going to be the best calendar ever! Lara moved back towards the centre of the studio, looking far less comfortable than she did in the first outfit. Her new bikini was salmon pink in colour. The bikini top was held together by shoelace-thin pink straps, and the triangular cups were placed much wider apart, which meant that they revealed a lot more of her cleavage. The bikini bottoms were cut into a triangular, cheeky cut that left half of her round butt cheeks exposed. The front of the bikini had a triangular section covering her crotch, but it stopped at her inner thigh, leaving her hips and legs entirely naked, except for the thin pink straps that looped up around her waist.
“Big smiles!” Whitney said enthusiastically, as she took the next series of photos.
Lara repeated the poses of the previous photo set. She smiled as she stood with her hand on her hip. She smiled as she cupped her breasts. She smiled while she tantalisingly pulled down on the front of her bikini top, or on the waistband of her bikini bottoms. She was blushing quite noticeably now, but if anything it made the photos look even more alluring and sexy. Whitney photographed Lara’s gorgeous bubble butt, which poked out from the sides of her pink bikini bottoms, and then concluded with more photos on the ground. Then it was time for the next swimsuit.
Things went from bad to worse for Lara. The next swimsuit was a lime green triangle thong bikini. The bottoms were high waisted at the back, consisting of a steeply angled triangle that plunged down between Lara ass cheeks, leaving very little to the imagination. The thin green waistband travelled horizontally over Lara’s hourglass hips, before plunging downwards towards a small green triangle covering Lara’s crotch. The bikini top was another halter design, but the cups were only half the size of the previous bikini, only covering about an inch of breast on either side of her nipples, and ending well below the tops of her breasts.
Lara tried to hide her embarrassment, forcing herself to smile at the camera, even as she felt her face reddening. She couldn’t help but think of how the previously seductive poses were now looking more and more indecent. This time when she cupped her breasts, her ample cleavage was practically spilling out from around the small triangular cups encasing them. Her side pose showed off a scandalous amount of side-boob, and her ass was practically naked, with only a thin strip of cloth hiding her holes from the camera. Lara’s embarrassment continued to grow with each new pose; what made it even more humiliating was that she had to smile for the camera. It made her feel as if she was a willing participant in her own debasement.
Several hundred photos later, Lara was ready for her final costume change.
“I’m not wearing this!” Lara said adamantly.
The white swimsuit could charitably be called a one-piece. At the front, it was essentially T-shaped, with a 2 inch wide vertical section that started down between Lara’s legs and ran upwards over her flat stomach, before connecting to a white, 3 inch wide horizontal band that stretched elastically around her chest. The swimsuit was strapless, and the tight horizontal band mashed Lara’s breasts against her chest, making them appear even larger and rounder than usual. The tops and bottoms of her boobs were clearly visible, spilling out from around the tight elastic material, but as bad as the front was, the back was worse.
The thick white elastic band continued around Lara’s back, where it joined to a white vertical thong strap that travelled down her back and between her legs. The thin white thong bisected her ass like a piece of dental floss. Her butt was essentially naked: if she reached back and spread her ass cheeks apart, her asshole would have been entirely visible. Lara had never felt so vulnerable and exposed.
“I can’t wear this. It’s beyond scandalous!” Lara repeated.
“Would you rather do a naked photoshoot instead? I’m sure that would sell even more calendars.” Anjelica answered cruelly.
Lara gritted her teeth.
“We made a deal, remember? And you know what happens to you if you break it.” Anjelica said.
Lara didn’t know how to respond. She desperately tried to think of a way out of this mess, but she couldn’t.
“You’re almost finished.” Whitney said, soothingly. “Just this last swimsuit and you’re done.”
Lara frowned, but she didn’t resist when Whitney took her by the arm and led her back towards the centre of the studio.
“Big smiles!” Whitney told her.
Lara’s forced smile compounded her feelings of embarrassment. Each click of Whitney’s digital camera seemed to strip away a little more of her pride and self-respect. The sideless nature of the bikini made Lara’s sexy legs look even longer, and drew the eyes to her naked hips and ass. Lara blushed deeply as she cupped her breasts and leaned forward. After some more shots, Whitney had Lara overlap her fingers, completely covering the swimsuit’s bust strap and giving the appearance that she was topless. When Lara pulled down on the centre of the elastic bust strap a moment later, she was painfully aware of the material sliding down her breasts, and her nipples threatening to pop out at any moment.
With no waist band to pull down, Lara posed with one hand on her naked hip, before transitioning to the back shots. Lara again thrust out her backside, but was this time careful to squeeze her ass cheeks together, so as to hide her asshole from the camera. This had the effect of making her sexy bubble butt appear even rounder, and accentuated the small thigh gap between her legs. Whitney seemed to pay particular attention to her ass, taking dozens of photos and close-ups.
After several more poses, the shoot finally ended with Lara lying face down on her stomach, with her naked ass thrust prominently into the air, while Whitney circled around her like a shark, snapping photos from every angle imaginable.
“That’s a wrap! I think I have everything I need.” Whitney said, examining the viewfinder on her digital camera.
Lara gratefully hurried into the change room and dressed back in her own clothes, relieved that the embarrassing photo shoot was finally over. Her relief was short-lived, as Anjelica revealed the next task in her future.
“We’re doing a new intake of Sorority Pledges next weekend. In order to become club president, you’ll need to go through the hazing process, just like any other girl.” Anjelica said.
Lara’s face went pale at the thought of more public embarrassment. She had heard many sordid stories about Sorority hazing rituals: having to run around the campus in their underwear, having to flash their tits at passing cars, having to perform sexual favours for neighbouring Fraternities…
“I know you have work, so I won’t make you do any challenges during the week; and since I want you to keep your job, I’ll allow you to hide your identity, if you have to do anything embarrassing in public.” Anjelica explained.
Lara waited for the catch.
“But in return, you’ll need to present yourself at the Sorority House every Saturday and Sunday morning, for the next 3 weekends. You’ll be there from 9am until late, and I will expect your enthusiastic participation in all of the rituals and challenges. Is that understood?” Anjelica said.
It grated on Lara’s pride, being lectured to by this spoiled brat, but she bit down her anger.
“Understood.” Lara answered. ‘Bitch’, she added silently in her mind.
The following week, Lara tried to forget about her troubles with the Delta Pi Sorority, and focus on her work. It was a brand new semester, and she wanted to maintain the interest of her students by giving the best lectures she could. It was Wednesday night, half way through the teaching week, but she felt like she had an itch that needed scratching. She was full of pent-up sexual energy, and she needed to find a release. She’d masturbated the night before, but it just wasn’t satisfying her in the same way that actual sex did. Lara thought idly about Gordon Davis, her former student, and how satisfied and relaxed she always felt after a fuck session with him.
Then she remembered that she still had his number. She’d heard that he’d gone to work for one of his father’s companies in New York City. That was only one and a half hours drive north of Princeton University, which was located in New Jersey. He always managed to scratch her itch, she thought idly, before checking herself. Wait! Was she actually considering calling him for a booty call? And wasn’t she forgetting that it was her illicit affair with Gordon Davis that had gotten her into this blackmail mess in the first place?
Lara’s rational mind warred desperately with her pent up desire. On that other hand, the damage had already been done, she told herself. Anjelica could hardly blackmail her more than she already was. And there were definitely no cameras in her apartment, so who would know anyway? Her mind made up, she picked up the phone and dialled his number.
Gordon Davis was chilling out in his parent’s three-level penthouse apartment after another boring day’s work. His father had set him up with a position on the board of a private investment firm that he owned. Gordon didn’t have the slightest interest in stocks or investments – not to mention any experience or qualifications – but none of that mattered. This was his father’s way of easing him into the family business, and keeping an eye on him. His mobile phone rang. The number was private, and he toyed with not answering it. It kept ringing insistently, and he sighed and picked up.
“Hello?” Gordon said into the phone.
“Gordon?” said a sexy female voice on the other end.
Gordon’s heart leapt. He would recognise that voice anywhere. It was Lara Croft!
“It’s me… Lara. I was wondering, are you busy at the moment?” Lara asked.
“No, not really.” Gordon answered, his voice quivering with barely suppressed excitement.
“How quickly can you get back to Princeton?” Lara asked.
“Why?” Gordon asked, confused.
He heard Lara sigh in frustration on the other end of the phone.
“Just answer the question.” Lara said impatiently.
“If I took the helicopter, I could be there in 30 minutes?” Gordon asked.
“No, a helicopter would draw too much attention. Could you drive down?” Lara asked.
“I can, but what’s all this about?” Gordon asked.
“I’m horny and I want you to come here and fuck me.” Lara said forthrightly.
Gordon was speechless. Was he dreaming this? He pinched himself just to make sure: no, he was definitely awake.
“Hello, are you there?” Lara asked.
“I’ll…” Gordon said in a high pitched voice, before deepening it. “I’ll be right over.”
“Good. I’ll text you the address. And no limos either – be discreet!” Lara said, before hanging up on him.
Gordon stared at his phone in disbelief for several seconds, before bursting into activity. He had the fastest shower of his life, spraying himself with expensive aftershave before quickly dressing in his favourite tailored suit. He rushed downstairs, past where his mother and father were watching television in the main lounge room.
“Where are you going?” his father asked.
“I… um…” Gordon mumbled. His Dad always intimidated him and he never knew what to say to him.
“I think our boy has a hot date.” His mother said, winking in his direction.
“About time!” His father said.
“Make sure you buy her some flowers from the 24 hours florist two streets over. Women love flowers. Do you need to borrow some condoms?” His mother asked.
“Mum!!!” Gordon said, horrified.
He made his excuses and then took the elevator downstairs, where the doorman hailed him a taxi. Despite his earlier embarrassment, he followed his mother’s advice and stopped for flowers, buying a dozen long stem roses. The taxi driver was initially unhappy to be driving all the way to New Jersey, until Gordon offered him a $200 tip to compensate him for his time. The taxi dropped him off in front of Lara’s apartment building. He paid the driver and then pressed the intercom. Lara buzzed him up shortly after.
Lara heard the knock on her door and rushed to open it, excitement building in her stomach. She flung it open to find Gordon standing on the other side, wearing an expensive-looking navy suit and holding a bouquet of flowers. She enjoyed the look of unbridled lust on his face, as he took in the sight of her beauty. Lara had dressed especially for the occasion. Around her tiny waist, just above her hourglass hips, was a lacy black garter belt. Four thick black straps curved downwards from it, over her buttocks and thighs, where they clipped onto a pair of black fishnet stockings. On her upper body was a lacy black bra, with flowery black frills that hung down onto her upper ribcage; and on her lower body was a pair of lacy black G-string panties. She wore the panties over the top of her garter belt and stockings, as she didn’t plan on wearing them for very long.
Lara had decided against wearing heels, and instead stood up on her tippy toes to make her legs appear even longer and sexier. Gordon opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a word, Lara grabbed him by the tie and yanked him inside. She peered left and right down the corridor, making sure that no one was watching, before shutting the door behind her.
“For me?” Lara asked huskily in the darkened entranceway of her apartment, gesturing towards the flowers in Gordon’s hand.
He instinctively held them up, but Lara brushed them aside and pressed her warm body against his. She pinned him against the wall, planting hungry kisses on his lips, while her right hand rubbed against his cock through his pants. Good, already hard, Lara thought, as her wet tongue explored his mouth. She broke off the kiss.
“I’ve been looking forward to this.” Lara said, smiling cheekily, before taking him by the hand and leading him through the doorway to her bedroom.
Lara’s bedroom was bathed in soft yellow light from two bedside table lamps, and the covers of her large king were already pulled back and folded double at the end. Lara lay back onto the soft white bottom sheet and pulled Gordon down on top of her. She kissed him again, her tongue snaking into his mouth. She wrapped her arms and legs around his back, pushing her body up against him. Gordon moaned, and Lara could feel his hard cock pressing against her through the straining fabric of his pants.
Lara broke off the kiss and reached behind her, unclipping her lacy black bra. She flung it away across the room, and her perfect breasts bounced into view. Gordon reached down and grabbed the waistband of her panties. Lara shifted her butt off the bed, so that he could slide them off her hips. A moment later, they too were discarded on the floor. Gordon walked soft kisses down her chest and stomach, before burying his head between her thighs. Then it was Lara’s turn to moan.
Gordon went to town on Lara’s freshly shaved pussy, flicking his tongue in wet circles across her sensitive clitoris. Lara moaned sexily and wrapped her long legs around his shoulders. She ran her fingers through his hair, pushing his face deeper between her legs. Gordon slid his hands up Lara’s flat stomach and started playing with her breasts. He squeezed and massaged them, pushing them around in slow but forceful circles on her chest, while occasionally stopping to pinch her nipples.
Lara’s hips started moving rhythmically up and down against his mouth, slowly at first but with ever increasing urgency. Her body tensed and her breathing quickened. Gordon looked up from between Lara’s thighs. Lara’s eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed and she was biting her lower lip sexily. Gordon alternated between hard, circular licks around Lara’s clit, and softly flicking his tongue across it. After about 5 minutes, Lara’s pussy was dripping wet. She tasted sweet on Gordon’s tongue, and he increased the speed and force of his licking. Lara started to moan. Her hips were visibly rocking up and down on the bed now, and the hands holding his head started to shake.
Lara came moments later. Her back arched and every muscle in her body seemed to spasm and contract. Her thighs clamped down around his shoulders, while her hands pushed down on his head. Gordon licked and licked until Lara’s body finally collapsed back on the bed, completely limp. Gordon walked wet kissed up Lara’s stomach and chest, before thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Lara returned the kiss, moaning as she wrapped her stocking clad legs around his waist.
Gordon realised that he was still fully dressed. He stood up and unbuttoned his suit jacket, draping it over a beige armchair. Every instinct told him to strip off his clothes as quickly as possible and jump back onto Lara’s naked body, but he fought the urge. He slowly undid his tie and then unbuttoned his shirt.
“Gordon! Hurry up!” Lara called from the bed.
Gordon unhurriedly bent down and removed his shoes and socks
“In a moment.” Gordon said, enjoying the look of longing on Lara’s face.
He unzipped his pants and draped them over the armchair, before finally removing his briefs. He watched Lara’s beautiful face grow flushed, as his fully erect 10 inch cock sprang into view. He crawled back onto the bed, climbing between her legs. Lara wrapped her long legs around his waist, attempting to pull him forward onto her, but Gordon resisted.
“Do you want this?” Gordon asked teasingly, as he rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down the entrance to her pussy.
“Gordon…” Lara weakly admonished him.
Gordon decided to test the waters. “Ask for it, nicely.” Gordon told her.
Lara looked up at him with her beautiful brown eyes.
“Please fuck me with your big cock, Gordon.” Lara cooed.
The deferential way Lara said his name filled Gordon with excitement. Grinning like a schoolboy, he lined up his cock with Lara’s pussy and pushed. Lara’s pussy stretched slowly open. She felt so tight that he had to go slowly at first, fucking her with gradually deeper thrusts. Lara’s pussy quickly loosened up to accommodate him, and within a minute, he felt the tip of his cock pressing against her cervix. Lara let out a sexy moan. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down onto her, while her stocking-clad legs rubbed against his flanks.
Lara moaned wantonly, as she felt Gordon’s enormous cock push into the back of her pussy. It bumped against her cervix, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through her body. She hugged him close and shut her eyes, losing herself to the pleasurable friction of Gordon’s cock rubbing against the sensitive walls of her pussy. He kept ramming into her, and Lara shuddered, as deep inside her, she felt her cervix slowly distending inwards around the tip of his cock
“Gordon…” Lara protested weakly.
He was going too deep. The feelings were too intense. She tried to move, but her muscles wouldn’t obey her. Her whole body started to shake uncontrollably. She shuddered as she felt Gordon’s balls slapping against her ass. Gordon’s pubic hairs were tickling her clitoris as he pressed his pelvis against her crotch. Lara’s eyes shot wide open as she realised what that meant: Gordon had managed to cram all 10 inches of his cock inside her pussy.
Lara screamed wordlessly, the sound muffled as she buried her head against Gordon’s shoulder. She felt her pussy spasming open and closed around the thick cock impaling it. Gordon fucked her hard: his long, powerful thrusts slammed against the back of her pussy and sent shockwaves pulsing through her body. She was so wet that her pussy juices were trickling down her thighs and drenching the sheet beneath her. Lara dug her nails into Gordon’s back, pulling herself into him as she hung on for dear life against the incredible sensations overwhelming her.
The room was filled with the indecent sound of Gordon’s balls slapping against her ass, and her loud slutty moans. Again and again, Gordon buried himself balls deep inside her pussy, filling it and stretching it to capacity. The orgasm built and built inside her, as the rough pounding continued. Then, just when she thought she could bear it no longer, another mind-shattering orgasm ripped through her. Her whole body shook and convulsed. Her eyes misted and tears ran down her cheeks. She was actually crying, so intense was the feeling. When the last shockwave of her orgasm subsided, she collapsed back onto the bed, completely limp and spent.
Lara lay backwards with her eyes half closed, while Gordon tenderly kissed her neck and chest.
“You can finish wherever you like.” Lara said dreamily.
Gordon considered flipping her over and fucking her in the ass, but as he watched her perfect breasts move up and down in time with her breathing, he got a better idea. Gordon climbed up from between Lara’s legs and straddled her chest. He reached down and grabbed hold of his cock, before pressing the tip against Lara’s bee-stung lips.
“Kiss it.” Gordon said.
Lara blushed, but pursed her lips and kissed the tip of his cock.
“Lick it.” Gordon commanded, shifting forward so that his cock was directly above Lara’s face. Lara craned her neck upwards and licked her tongue against the underside of his cock.
“Keep going.” Gordon said.
Lara licked along the entire length of his cock, bathing it in her saliva.
“Kiss my balls.” Gordon commanded.
Lara hesitated, and Gordon worried that he might have gone too far, but then she dutifully began kissing and licking his balls. Gordon started to rub his wet cock all over Lara’s beautiful face, making a mess of her carefully applied lipstick and makeup. Lara’s face reddened with annoyance, but she continued to lick and suck his balls. Gordon leaned down and kissed her red smudged lips, before sliding down her body and pressing his cock between her large breasts.
“Press your tits together.” Gordon said.
Lara reached up and pushed her large breasts together, creating a deep valley around Gordon’s thick cock. He pushed forward so that his cock he poked out just below Lara’s chin.
“Dribble saliva onto it.” Gordon said.
Lara craned her head forward, opened her lips and dribbled a thick line of saliva down onto his cock. Gordon rubbed his wet cock experimentally between her large breasts and then pushed forward.
“Again.” Gordon said, and Lara drooled more saliva down onto his cock.
Seemingly satisfied that her cleavage was slick enough, Gordon started fucking Lara’s tits.
Lara was turning bright red from the shame of being titty fucked. She’s never let any of her previous boyfriends do something so degrading to her. Yet here she was, actively participating in her own debasement, as she pressed her large round breasts together around Gordon’s slippery cock. She felt it sliding up and down her wet cleavage, and she saw the thick tip peeking out at her at the end of each thrust. He increased his pace, causing her sexy breasts to ripple and bounce against her chest with each thrust.
The valley between her breasts was now slick with saliva and pre-cum. Again and again, he slid his cock in and out of the gap between her breasts. His thick cock became a blur. She looked up at Gordon’s sweating face, and realised he was close to cuming.
“Lean forward and open your mouth.” Gordon told her.
Lara obeyed, and moments later, the first spurt of Gordon’s cum jetted into her mouth and hit the back of her throat. Lara coughed and spluttered, as more cum splashed against her chin and neck. Gordon leaned back and shot his remaining cum against Lara’s breasts, glazing them in a sticky layer of goo.
“Rub your tits.” Gordon told her.
Lara shivered at the indecency of command, but did as she was told. She reached down and slid her hands over her perfect breasts, rubbing the gooey cum into her skin. Her large breasts now looked like two huge, sticky, glazed doughnuts.
“Now lick your hands.” Gordon said.
Lara blushed a deeper shade of red, as she lifted each of her hands up to her lips. She ran her tongue over her palms, and licked along each of her delicate fingers, tasting Gordon’s salty cum.
“Mmmm, delicious.” Lara said sarcastically.
Gordon grinned again. He looked so young when he did that.
“Well, if you’re quite finished, I think we should probably wash up.” Lara said.
They showered separately, as Lara’s shower was only big enough for one person. Then Lara dressed in a pair of black panties and a grey, short sleeve nightshirt that went down to her upper thighs. Gordon reached for his suit pants.
“What are you doing?” Lara asked.
“I… thought you’d want me to go.” Gordon answered shyly.
“Stay?” Lara asked softly, climbing into bed.
Gordon practically leapt into the bed beside her. Within moments, he was spooning her from behind. It felt nice, and Lara drifted off into a deep sleep.
Gordon awoke the following morning to find Lara already awake and dressed for work.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” Gordon asked.
“You looked like you needed the rest.” Lara said. “I have to get to work, but there’s coffee and cereal in the kitchen. Help yourself and lock the door when you leave.”
Gordon wanted to say something, anything to make her stay. He didn’t want this to end.
“Can I see you again?” Gordon blurted out suddenly, before he could stop himself.
Lara didn’t answer right away, and Gordon was worried that she might say no; but then she answered.
“Are you free next Wednesday?” She asked.
Gordon nodded happily, and Lara leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, before setting off for work. Gordon smiled broadly and stretched back out on the bed. Then he remembered that he had a job to get to as well, and started frantically dressing. His father was going to give him hell for being late again, but for once, he didn’t care. Lara Croft was back in his life, and that gift was worth a little bit of hell.
Lara felt incredibly relaxed, and the rest of the workweek flew past. She even forgot about her problems with the Delta Pi Sorority – until Saturday came around. At exactly 9am, Lara rang the large front door of the Delta Pi Sorority house. She’d actually gotten there 15 minutes early, but she wanted to put this off for as long as possible. It was Whitney who answered the door.
“Right on time.” The African girl said, motioning for Lara to enter.
Lara was wearing her jogging gear again: a grey hoodie, black crop top, black leggings and runners. Whitney led Lara through the common area and downstairs into the basement. The basement was a large, open space, which kind of reminded Lara of an underground car park, with florescent overhead lighting and thick support columns spaced out every three metres. Standing against the far wall were 14 naked college girls, with a fully clothed Anjelica standing in front of them. Anjelica and Whitney were both wearing black t-shirts and leggings, and Anjelica smiled broadly as Lara entered.
“Girls, this is Professor Croft. She’s going to be our new Sorority President, but she still has to go through the pledging process. Unfortunately, her job at the University means that she can only join us on weekends, but during that time, you will treat her like any other pledge. Is that understood?” Anjelica asked.
“Yes, Sister.” The girls answered.
“Get undresses and take your place against the wall, Lara.” Anjelica told her.
Lara scowled but obeyed. Lara blushed as she undressed in front of a roomful of strangers, although the fact that they were also naked made it slightly less embarrassing. Lara placed her shoes and clothes in a neat pile by one of the pillars, and then walked over to join the line of naked college girls.
“All of you here are from privileged and wealthy backgrounds, but that alone is not enough to guarantee your entry into this Sorority. Delta Pi is the most exclusive and influential Sorority in the country. If you get accepted, the connections you’ll make here will mean that your future success is virtually guaranteed; but before you’re accepted, you’ll need to prove that you’re worthy. Every year’s hazing rituals are different, so if you’ve heard some rumours and think you know what to expect, you’re wrong.” Anjelica continued.
“Over the next 2 weeks, you will be set a series of challenges, designed to test your character. Some of these will seem needlessly cruel: you will be embarrassed and humiliated, you will be called mean names and laughed at; but anytime you feel like quitting, I want you to remember that every other Sister in the Sorority has been through the same thing that you’re going through. If you remain strong, you’ll get through it too. So, does anyone feel like quitting?” Anjelica said.
“No Sister.” The naked girls said in unison, although Lara remained silent.
“Today, each of you will earn a collar with a name on it. You will wear this collar at all times for the next two weeks, and any pledge or Sister who sees you will call you by that name. If you take the collar off for any reason, you will be punished or expelled. Is that understood?”
“Yes Sister.” The girls answered.
“Because of her position, Lara feels that it would be too embarrassing for her to have to wear a collar outside of the Sorority house, so she will be exempted from following this rule.” Anjelica said.
Lara breathed a sigh of relief, but then saw the other girls glaring at her and whispering to each other, clearly not happy that she was getting special treatment.
Whitney walked forward and placed orange traffic cones at either end of the room, approximately 1 yard apart.
“I’m going start by asking you a series of questions. If you lie about the answer to any of these questions, I will find out about it, and you will be expelled. Firstly, step forward one cone if you’ve ever given a guy a blowjob.”
The girls looked around at each other and then nervously stepped forward. Lara stepped forward and then looked down the line. Only 3 of the girls had remained where they were standing.
“Step forward one cone if you’ve ever let a guy fuck your pussy.” Anjelica said.
Lara took another step forward, as did most of the other girls.
“Step forward one cone if you’ve ever let a guy fuck you in the ass.” Anjelica said.
Lara and two other girls stepped forward. Lara blushed as she heard the rest of the girls sniggering behind her back.
“Step forward one cone if you’ve ever done ass to mouth.” Anjelica said.
This time, only Lara stepped forward, and there was even more giggling from behind her. She was sure she heard someone whisper the word slut, which caused Lara’s cheeks to redden.
“Step forward one cone if you’ve ever let a guy cum on your face.” Anjelica said.
Lara blushed and stepped forward again, although this time several other girls did so as well. There was more laughing, but most of it appeared to be directed at her. The fact that she was a latecomer and older than the other girls already marked apart from them; and now they resented her for the special treatment she was receiving on account of being a University Professor. Lara realised that the other girls were bonding over their mutual dislike of her, which had no doubt been Anjelica’s plan all along.
“Step forward one cone if you’ve ever had sex with a woman.” Anjelica said.
Lara stepped forward again, which drew more laughs and whispered comments. She stopped paying attention to what the other girls were saying and just focused on the wall in front of her.
“Step forward one cone if you’ve ever had sex with more than one person at the same time.” Anjelica said.
Only Lara stepped forward.
“Now there’s a surprise!” One of the naked girls said sarcastically, and the whole room burst out laughing.
Lara jaw clenched in anger, but she remained silent. What good would it do to argue, she thought?
“Step forward one cone if you’ve ever rimmed someone – that means licking another person’s asshole.” Anjelica said.
Lara blushed with shame and stepped forward. The other girls burst out laughing, and Lara’s ears burned as she heard them calling her names like filthy slut and dirty whore. The fact that Anjelica had not told them off for speaking out loud seemed to embolden their behaviour, and they were no longer bothering to whisper their insults.
“Ok, turn around.” Anjelica said.
Lara turned around and saw that she had advanced the furthest of all the girls. She was 8 traffic cones out from the wall. The next nearest girl was 6 cones out. 3 girls were 5 cones out. Most of the other girls were between 2 and 4 cones. 2 girls were at 1 cone, and a shy-looking, black haired girl wearing glasses was still standing against the wall. Anjelica nodded to Whitney, who picked up a large blue tote bag and walked over to the girl with glasses. Whitney reached into the bag and produced a thick black collar. The collar was made of 1 inch wide black leather, and had “VIRGIN” written on it in bold, raised stainless steel letters. Whitney buckled the collar into place around the blushing girl’s neck.
“Say hello to Virgin, everyone.” Whitney said.
“Hello, Virgin.” The girls said in unison.
Whitney walked over to the 2 girls standing at the 1 cone line.
“Looks like we need a tiebreaker.” Whitney said, looking at Anjelica.
Anjelica pointed at the first girl, a blonde. “What question did you step forward for?” Anjelica asked.
“I gave my boyfriend a blowjob.” The blonde answered shyly.
“And you?” Anjelica asked the second girl, a brunette.
“I’ve had sex with a girl.” The girl said, blushing.
“The blonde.” Anjelica said.
Whitney picked up another thick leather collar and buckled it closed around the naked girl’s neck. This one said “PRUDE” in large, raised stainless steel letters.
“Say hello to Prude, everyone.” Whitney said.
“Hello Prude.” The girls shouted.
Whitney walked past the other girls and stopped at the redhead standing at the 6 cone line. She was the closest girl to where Lara was standing.
Whitney buckled another thick black collar around the naked girl’s neck. This collar had the word “WHORE” written on it in bold, stainless steel letters.
“Say hello to Whore everyone.” Whitney said.
“Hello Whore.” The Girls shouted, causing the newly christened Whore to turn red with embarrassment.
“Whoever stepped forward when asked if you’d slept with a woman, raise your hands.” Anjelica said.
The brunette standing at the 1 cone line raised her hand, along with another girl standing at the 3 cone line.
“Have you ever slept with a guy?” Anjelica asked the girl at the 3 cones line.
The girl nodded.
Whitney walked over to the brunette at the 1 cone line a buckled a black collar around her neck. This collar said “LEZZO”.
“Hello Lezzo!” The girls all shouted without prompting, clearly starting to enjoy themselves.
The next girl to receive a collar was a black girl standing on the 5 cone line. Whitney buckled a “SLUT” collar around her neck.
“Hello Slut!” The girls shouted, giggling together.
Lara mouthed the words, but she was not smiling. She knew that Anjelica would have something particularly humiliating in store for her, when her turn came.
The two other girls standing at the 5 cone line were given “SKANK” and “THOT” collars. That was followed by “CUNT”, “PUSSY” and “TWAT” collars being given to three girls at the 4 cone line. The largest girl in the group, who wasn’t really fat, but just a little chubby, was given a “PIG” collar. The girl who laughed the loudest at her discomfort was in turn rewarded with a collar that read “BITCH”. The most muscular of the girls, a member of the female rowing team, was given a “TRANNY” collar, and the thinnest girl was given an “ANOREXIC” collar.
Then, it was finally Lara’s turn.
“I thought we’d save the best for last. Close your eyes, Lara.” Anjelica said.
Lara closed her eyes and felt Anjelica buckle a thick leather collar around her neck. Her eyes snapped open when she heard all of the other girls burst out laughing. She reddened as she saw the girls pointing at her and joking with each other at her expense. Lara couldn’t see what was written on her collar, but it clearly wasn’t good.
“Girls, tell Lara her new name.” Anjelica said.
“Hello Cum Dumpster!” The girls shouted, smiling and laughing.
“Alright, you girls can put your underwear back on and go upstairs. Cum Dumpster, stay behind for a moment.” Anjelica said, smiling at Lara’s discomfort.
Lara gritted her teeth. This was going to be a long two weeks.
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