The Scandalous Adventures Of Professor Croft | By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 80221 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5 |
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Lara waited for the college girls to leave, before finally exiting the toilet cubical she was hiding in. When she ventured back out into the corridor, the majority of students had already left the Archaeology Building to go to lunch. Lara’s 5 inch high heels clicked loudly on the floors as she walked, drawing unwanted stares in her direction. Her high heels, coupled with her short grey mini skirt, accentuated the length of her gorgeous legs; and her push-up bra and fitted, low-cut shirt emphasised her large breasts and deep cleavage. Lara tried her best to ignore the gawping stares from the male students in the corridor and walked swiftly back to her office.
Unfortunately, Lara found that she had to shorten her steps, lest her long strides cause her miniskirt to rise up her thighs and expose her panties. This manner of walking actually had the effect of exaggerating the sway of her hips, making Lara’s walk appear even more feminine and seductive. Lara was blushing bright red by the time she finally arrived back at her office and locked the door behind her. This day had turned into a disaster, she thought! Part of her wanted to blame Gordon Davis for her current woes: after all, if she hadn’t had the affair with him, none of this would have happened; but she couldn’t blame him. Gordon was innocent in all of this; if anything, she had seduced him. There was no one to blame but herself.
Lara hadn’t eaten yet, but she had no desire to subject herself to more embarrassing states by going down to the food court, or by visiting one of the campus’s many cafés, so she went hungry. She wished she could just go home, but she had two more lectures to teach after lunch. Lara watched as the clock on her wall slowly counted down to the end of lunch, bringing her inexorably closer to more humiliation and embarrassment. Then it was time for her to get to her next class.
Lara took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies she felt in her stomach, and then exited her office. She walked down the corridor, forcing herself to look straight ahead. The corridor outside her office was slightly less crowded than it had been during the morning, but as she turned the corner towards the main hallway, it was once again packed. Groups of students, mostly males but also a few females, turned and stared in her direction. Their loud conversations fell to a hushed murmur, as the students whispered to each other. Lara blushed when she saw some of the girls covering their mouths, but clearly giggling at her. Most of the boys simply gawped in her direction with barely disguised lust.
All activity ceased, the students parting for her as she walked down the corridor. One of the students actually had the temerity to whistle at her, but she gave him a stern look, which immediately cowed him. The smirks fell off the faces of the other students, as they quickly scurried about their business. Despite Lara’s embarrassment, a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Her wardrobe might have become shorter and more revealing, but she was still Professor Lara Croft, and she had lost none of her intimidation.
Feeling more confident, Lara strode purposefully towards her next lecture, her hips and buttocks swaying sexily with each step. She could feel the eyes of the students behind her staring at her ass, but she did her best to ignore them. She entered the next lecture theatre, and all of the students inside looked up as her high heels clicked loudly across the wooden floor. This was one of her larger lectures, with about 40 students present, only 7 of whom were female. Lara saw that the vast majority of the male students had camera phones pointed in her direction, filming her for posterity. Lara blushed slightly, but ignored them and strode to the podium.
She turned down the lights and began her lecture: she was teaching a class about the Egyptian Pyramids. About 20 minutes into her lecture, one of the student’s phones chimed loudly from receiving a text. The student, who was sitting in the front row, had clearly forgotten to turn his phone to silent. In quick succession, another 4 chimes went off, as he received more text messages. He scrambled to turn down his phone’s volume, but the damage was done. Lara walked swiftly up to where the student was sitting and snatched his phone off the desk.
“You know the rules.” Lara said loudly, picking up the phone.
Her previous experience in the corridor made her decide that attack was the best form of defence, so she decided to make a public example of the student to reassert her authority. Lara examined the unlocked phone and accessed his messages, intending to read aloud whatever embarrassing texts he had received.
“Let’s see what’s so important that it couldn’t wait until after the lecture.” Lara said loudly, as she scrolled through his messages.
Lara’s eyes widened in shock, when she saw that the most recent text was an up-skirt photograph of her G-string panties; the photo had clearly been taken by whoever had up-skirted her earlier that morning. Lara scrolled up through the previous messages and saw more photographs of her: one was a side-on photograph of her walking past, focusing on her long legs; two more were rear shots of her ass stretching outwards through her tight miniskirt, one zoomed in so close that her tight round buttocks filled the entire screen; but the last photograph was the most egregious: it must have been taken when she’d dropped her notes and flashed her G-string to the class. Lara blushed as she looked at the photograph, which was taken from behind and showed her down on all fours, with her grey miniskirt up around her hips and her naked round buttocks on full display, with only the thin strip of black material from her G-string covering her holes from view.
Lara was grateful that the dark lecture theatre helped to hide the humiliated expression on her face. She took a deep breath, trying desperately to regain her composure, and then told the student to see her after class. Lara turned off the phone and walked back to her podium to complete the lecture. At the end of the class, Lara waited for the other students to file out, and then focused her attention on the uncomfortable looking 19 year old student still seated in front of her.
“Who took these photos?” Lara demanded.
“I don’t know, Professor Croft. A friend of mine got them from another friend… I don’t know where he got them from.” The student said hurriedly.
“Show me all the photos on your phone.” Lara ordered.
She needed to know how many more were out there. Despite her anger and outrage, Lara felt a slight dampness between her legs at the thought of her sexy photos being shared between her students like slutty trading cards. The student unlocked his phone and reluctantly accessed his photos. Lara scrolled through the pictures and saw that he had 22 of them on his phone, though the ones she had already seen appeared to be the worst of them.
“Delete them.” Lara instructed him.
The student nodded and complied.
“And empty the deleted items!” Lara said.
The student scowled petulantly, but then changed his tune when he saw the annoyed look of Lara’s beautiful face. He hurriedly emptied his deleted items folder as well, holding the phone up until Lara was completely satisfied.
“Now get out of my sight!” Lara hissed, and the student hurriedly scampered away like a scolded child.
Lara knew that making the student delete the photos from his phone would do nothing to slow their spread around campus, but it still felt emotionally cathartic. It was a small victory, but she would take every win she could get. However, she was far too intelligent to believe that her embarrassing photos hadn’t already been shared around the entire campus by now. Her fears turned out to be wholly justified: as she walked towards her next lecture, Lara walked past a group of about a dozen students gossiping in the corridor. They were gathered around their phones and tablets, which they quickly hid from view as Lara walked past. Lara felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, as she realised that they were probably looking at pictures of her.
Their excitement at seeing her in the flesh had clearly overcome their judgement, and they started whispering loudly to each other as she walked past.
“Dude, there she is! Get a load of that ass!” One student whispered.
“Man, I’d give anything to fuck that from behind!” Another student replied.
Lara turned angrily, ready to tell them off, but she couldn’t pinpoint the source of the comments. As she strode away, she heard more whispered comments.
“She’s so cute when she’s angry.” A student whispered.
“I bet that’s the same expression she makes when her boyfriend cums on her face.” Another student said.
Lara turned the corner and blushed as she heard the students laughing at her expense. Still fuming, she walked quickly to her last lecture of the day.
Tom covertly glanced sideways at Lara, as she rounded the corner. He loved her new outfit, and hoped that she would be taking more risks with her wardrobe. Her long legs look incredible – so much sexier than when she hid them underneath her long stockings. The lower neckline of her fitted white shirt showed off the sensual curves of her upper breasts, and drew the eyes downwards into the deep valley between her breasts. It took all of his self-control to tear his eyes away from Lara’s gorgeous outfit and return his eyes to the student noticeboard in front of him.
It would not have been an exaggeration to say that Tom was obsessed with Lara Croft: he had been, ever since he had played his first Tomb Raider game at age 14. He was so obsessed with her that despite studying Engineering, he spent most of his free time loitering around the Archaeology Building, trying to catch a glimpse of his sexy idol. Tom liked to think of himself as a Lara Croft enthusiast, though any outside observer would have probably labelled him a stalker.
He had been in a lecture when he first heard news of Lara’s sexy new wardrobe. A friend had sent him a picture of her outfit, and he’d immediately blown off the rest of his Engineering class and hurried over to the Archaeology Building to see for himself. Tom knew Lara’s teaching schedule by heart, and waited for her outside the lecture theatre for her class to finish. When she finally emerged into the crowded corridor, Tom used the other students for cover, and stealthily crept up behind her.
He hadn’t actually intended to up-skirt her. He just wanted to get a closer look at her outfit. But his phone was in his hand, and Lara was facing away from him, completely oblivious to his presence. Tom activated the camera on his phone and pressed it unnoticed beneath the hem of Lara’s short miniskirt and between her sexy legs. He almost had a heart attack when he took the photo, and heard the loud shutter sound of his camera go off. He’d forgotten to the turn the shutter sound off, and the noise immediately alerted Lara to his presence.
Acting from instinct and panic, Tom immediately ducked between two other students and then zig-zagged evasively though the crowd, remaining low to avoid detection. He put as much distance between himself and Lara as possible, before turning a corner and then ducking into the men’s toilets. He entered a toilet cubical and locked it. His hands were shaking, both from the fear of almost being caught, but also from the thrill of what he had just done. He looked down at his mobile phone and was shocked to see that Lara’s ass with bisected by a lacy black G-string. It was everything he had hoped for, and he masturbated vigorously to the photograph, before forwarding it on to his friends.
Over the next hour, he received about two dozen different photos of Lara, mostly pictures taken when she was teaching or walking between classes. Tom knew he should quit while he was ahead, but the thrill of up skirting Lara Croft compelled him to come back for more. So he waited near the stairwell, with his back to the corridor, pretending to examine the noticeboard in front of him. He tried desperately to calm his nerves as Lara walked past behind him. She passed so close to him that he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume.
When he heard the door to the stairwell swing open, he made his move. He caught the door as it was closing and eased himself through. Lara was already descending down the stairs, and Tom waited until she was directly beneath him, before leaning over the railing and taking several high resolution photographs directly down the front of her shirt. This time, he had remembered to turn of the camera shutter sound, so his photographs were completely undetected. Afterwards, he headed straight to the male toilets, eager to review the spoils of his latest raid.
Lara couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. She exited the stairwell and walked down the corridor to her last lecture of the day. This lecture was being held in a steep auditorium, which was typically used for seminars. Unlike the other lecture theatres she taught in, where the entrances were located at the front and the students walked up into the seating, this room had all the entrances at the back, and the seats were angled steeply downwards towards the stage and podium below. The floor of this lecture theatre was completely carpeted, so none of the 30 students present heard Lara enter. She blushed when she overheard their private conversations.
“Oh my God, her ass is amazing!” A male student said loudly to his friends, as they gathered around a laptop computer.
Playing on the screen was a high definition video of Lara bending over during an earlier lecture, trying to pick up her dropped notes. The action had caused her miniskirt to ride up her hips and expose her G-string clad buttocks. The video only went for a couple of seconds, but an enterprising student had found a way to loop the incriminating footage, making it appear as though Lara was down on all fours, shaking her naked ass indefinitely. Lara’s beautiful face twisted into an angry scowl. I’ve had just about enough of this shit, she thought angrily!
“Is something amusing?” Lara asked menacingly.
The students were all startled by her loud voice, and practically jumped out of their seats. The one with the laptop hurriedly shut the screen, while the others blushed and looked away guiltily.
“Please, show me what’s on the laptop. It must be so fascinating, to have grabbed all of your attention.” Lara said.
“Professor Croft, I didn’t…” the student with the laptop said, as his friends unconsciously tried to distance themselves from him.
“Show me the laptop!” Lara commanded, in a stern voice that brooked no argument.
The student hesitantly reopened the laptop, showing Lara the looped video of her naked ass.
“You find this amusing, do you?” Lara asked sweetly, although everyone present could detect the underlying edge to her voice.
Lara leaned forward, deliberately giving the student a view of her cleavage, down her top. It was a trap of course, but Lara wanted to make an example of him. His eyes strayed from her face and down to her large round breasts. Bingo!
“My face is up here.” Lara said calmly, “Or are you so hard-up that you can’t remain focused for more than a second at a time?”
“No, Professor Croft.” He stammered, clearly embarrassed by her attention.
Lara spoke loudly, so that everyone in the lecture theatre could hear her.
“I really don’t care that you’re still a virgin and spend your free time watching porn and playing with your microscopic penis; but I would prefer it if you kept your perverted, infantile hobby out of my classroom. Understood?” Lara said.
“Yes, Professor Croft.” The blushing student replied, completely emasculated and ashamed.
Lara smiled triumphantly as she strode down the central stairway towards the front of the auditorium. It felt good to reassert her authority and put these disrespectful students back in their place. The rest of the lecture was practically uneventful, and none of the students dared to even make eye contact with her. At the end of the lecture, they quietly filed out of the theatre, and Lara was grateful that her long day was finally over. She had to endure more embarrassing stares and cat calls on her walk back to her apartment, but from her perspective, the day had ended much better than it had started.
The following day, Lara noticed an immediate change in the student’s behaviour. It wasn’t so much that they weren’t objectifying her: on the contrary, Lara was constantly aware of students secretly perving at her when they thought she wasn’t looking. It was more that they feared her wrath too much to risk ogling her to her face, and instead they were forced to do it sneakily behind her back. As she walked down the corridors of the Archaeology Building, she still overheard lewd comments about herself, but they were whispered in hushed tones, rather than said brazenly aloud. It was a small victory, but one that enabled her to maintain a sense of professionalism and control.
Even with her positive new outlook, Tuesday and Wednesday still crawled past. The entire time she was lecturing, Lara remained painfully aware of her scandalously short attire. Whenever she turned around to address one part of the room, she knew that the other part of the audience would use the opportunity to stare at her long legs, or her shapely breasts and her tight round ass. She also had to constantly be on her guard not to inadvertently flash her panties at students while bending over. On one occasion when she dropped her pen, she had to deliberately keep her backside pointed squarely at the wall behind her, to avoid a repeat of her earlier embarrassing episode. She knew that this was giving the students in front of her a clear view of her cleavage down the front of her top, but it was better than flashing her underwear at them.
Finally it was Wednesday night, and Gordon Davis arrived at Lara’s apartment. After the week she was having, Lara was really looking forward to getting some much needed sexual release. She buzzed Gordon upstairs and waited for him at the front door. She answered it wearing a luxurious three quarter length white bathrobe, while Gordon was dressed in a smart looking navy blue suit and black tie.
Gordon saw Lara in her bathrobe and was confused. He was used to meeting her either fully clothed, or wearing some sort of lingerie if she was feeling particularly kinky. Was she still getting ready, he wondered?
“Sorry if I’m early.” He said innocently.
Lara checked both ways down the corridor to make sure they were alone. Then she smiled and shamelessly undid the bathrobe, letting it fall to the ground by her feet. Gordon’s breath caught in his throat, as he took in the incredible sight of Lara’s perfect, naked body.
“You’re right on time.” She said cheekily, before draping her arms around his neck and pulling him inside.
Lara was all over him from the moment her front door slammed shut. She pressed her naked body against him and kissed him passionately on the lips. Gordon wrapped his arms around her, powerless to do anything other than return her kiss. Gordon had actually been planning for this meeting all week: he wanted to make Lara see him as more than just a casual fuckbuddy; he wanted to show her that he could be mature, confident and commanding; if he was being honest, he wanted her to see him as potential boyfriend material.
His father loved to repeat a quote by Mike Tyson: that everyone has a plan, until they get punched in the face. Well, in his case, the quote would have read: everyone has a plan about how they’ll act cool, until they’re being kissed by a completely naked Lara Croft. Lara was like an addictive drug, and whenever he was around her, he felt lightheaded and completely out of her depth. Gordon allowed himself to be led into the bedroom, where Lara told him to undress. Gordon stripped out of his clothes, while Lara sat patiently on the bed and waited. When Gordon was naked, he moved to join her on the bed, but she stopped him. For the first time since he’d met her, Lara seemed hesitant and vulnerable.
“Gordon, can I trust you?” Lara asked him.
“Of course.” Gordon answered instantly, and realised that he meant it.
He would never intentionally do anything to hurt Lara Croft.
“No, I mean, can I trust you to keep what we do secret? You won’t tell anyone, ever. I need you to promise!” Lara said insistently.
“I promise.” Gordon said soothingly.
His reassurance seemed to put Lara at ease, although he noticed that she appeared to be blushing a little bit.
“I… wanted to try something different.” Lara said hesitantly. “But only if you’re OK with it.”
Gordon was intrigued now. They’d already tried oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, ass to mouth… what else was left, he wondered?
“I want to try a little roleplay. I want you to go down on me, like normal, but I want you to forbid me to cum. If I cum, I want you to bend me over your knee and spank me. Then I want you to punish me by commanding me to do things.” Lara said.
“What sort of things?” Gordon asked.
“Whatever you want.” Lara said.
Gordon felt himself growing rock hard at the thought of having complete control over the sexy former tomb raider.
“How will I know if I’m going too far?” Gordon asked.
“I’ll use a safe word. If you’ve stepped over the line, I’ll say red; if you’re getting close to the line, I’ll say yellow.” Lara explained.
Gordon nodded. He watched as Lara lay back on the bed and spread her legs apart. His eyes were immediately drawn to her tight pussy.
“Please, go down on me, Gordon.” Lara cooed.
Gordon dived eagerly between her legs, and a moment later Lara felt his wet tongue caressing her clitoris. She moaned happily, as she felt her body relax and all of her tension draining away. Lara felt incredibly embarrassed, asking Gordon to spank her like a naughty child, but she just couldn’t get the images out of her head. Twice now she had been spanked at the Sorority house, first by Whitney, and then by an entire roomful of Pledges, and each time it had made her incredibly horny. Lara wasn’t a masochist, so she knew it wasn’t the pain that turned her on; she believed it was the loss of control that she felt so exciting. Lara Croft was a beautiful Countess, born into a life of wealth a privilege and used to having her every need immediately tended to by her household staff. The thought of being bent over and disciplined, like a lowly servant or a naughty child, felt deliciously wrong and forbidden, and the feeling was addictive.
Lara moaned and realised that she had temporarily zoned out. She smiled as she felt Gordon’s talented tongue licking small circles around her sensitive clit. His soft hands roamed all over her naked skin, following the curves of her body and teasing all of her erogenous zones. Lara was actually surprised by how proficient he had become, and she could feel herself building towards orgasm after only a few minutes.
“Mmmm, just like that, Gordon. I’m going to cum.” Lara moaned.
Gordon reached up and roughly pinches Lara’s nipples, causing her to gasp.
“You know the rules, Lara. No cuming without permission.” Gordon said.
Lara’s face flushed as she experienced contradictory emotions of outrage at being told what to do, and excitement from being ordered around. Gordon continued licking her pussy, and Lara instinctively tried to squirm away from him. She tried to squeeze her thighs shut to relieve the relentless pressure building from his tongue, but Gordon forced her legs to remain spread apart.
“Please, Gordon! Please give me permission to cum!” Lara pleaded, while secretly hoping that he wouldn’t give in to her request.
She felt so dirty and indecent, and it was making her incredibly wet and horny.
“Don’t you dare cum!” Gordon demanded, playing along with her roleplay fantasy.
Gordon’s tongue became a blur against her pussy, rubbing faster and faster against her clit. Lara’s entire body shook and she arched her back, grabbing hold of the sheets on either side of her. She orgasmed powerfully against Gordon’s tongue, her hips rocking up and down against his lips. Gordon continued to flick and twirl his tongue around her sensitive clit, teasing every last orgasmic aftershock from Lara’s sexy, naked body. When she finally collapsed backwards onto the bed, her body was completely limp and spent. Gordon sat up and wiped away Lara’s juices away from his mouth using his hand.
“How dare you cum without permission!” Gordon said, in a stern voice that sent a thrill of excitement shooting down Lara’s spine.
Gordon felt slightly ridiculous, telling Lara Croft off for cuming. He kept waiting for her to burst out laughing and tell him that this was some sort of joke.
“Apologise!” Gordon commanded, continuing the charade.
“Sorry, Gordon.” Lara said.
“No, call me Sir.” Gordon said, leaning into the charade.
Lara hesitated, and then said, “Sorry, Sir.”
The deferential tone of Lara’s voice made Gordon’s cock stand painfully erect. Holy shit, she’s actually serious, Gordon thought! Gordon sat down on the end of the bed, watching the sensual sway of Lara’s hips as she walked around the bed towards him. Lara always moved with a confident feline grace that he found mesmerising. Then she was standing in front of him, waiting.
“You came without permission.” Gordon said.
“Yes.” Lara answered.
“You know I’ll have to punish you for that.” Gordon continued
“Yes.” Lara repeated.
Her voice was level, but her cheeks were flushed with excitement.
“I’ve decided that you deserve a light spanking.” Gordon said.
“Hard.” Lara corrected him.
“Sorry?” Gordon asked.
“I deserve a hard spanking, Sir. At least 20 times, so my bottom turns bright red. And you should make me thank you after each stroke.” Lara said.
Gordon swallowed deeply. Although he was definitely excited, he was a little shocked that Lara wanted to be treated this way. She had always seemed so confident and in control, he had trouble imagining her submitting to anyone, let alone him. But Lara was definitely serious, and she immediately knelt down and leaned forward across his lap, so that her flat stomach was resting against his thighs. Gordon unconsciously bit his lower lip, as he ran his right hand across Lara’s naked heart-shaped ass.
“I’m ready for my punishment, Sir.” Lara prompted.
Gordon raised his right palm and smacked it down hard against Lara’s naked ass.
Lara grunted, and then said, “Thank you, Sir.”
Gordon raised his hand and then spanked her again.
Lara shivered with excitement, as Gordon’s hand slapped against her ass.
“Thank you, Sir.” Lara said, the humiliating words adding to her arousal.
She could feel Gordon’s massive 10 inch cock pressing up against her stomach, and she couldn’t wait for him to fuck her with it. She knew Gordon well enough by now to know which hole he’d be shoving it into. This time, Lara was actually grateful for Gordon’s obsession with anal sex: her pussy had mostly recovered from the Sorority’s fisting, but it still felt a little tender. Lara grunted as another painful slap impacted against her buttocks.
“Thank you, Sir.” Lara said automatically.
Lara felt herself growing wetter with each smack of her bare bottom. She had been worried that it would feel weird having Gordon spank her; but if anything, having an ex-student administering her punishment made it even more exciting. It galled Lara to think that Anjelica had been right about her: that she actually did find being spanked and humiliated exciting. After her reaction to her humiliating treatment at the hands of the Delta Pi Pledges, Lara could no longer deny her shameful urges. She wanted this; she needed this!
Lara gasped as Gordon spanked her again. Her ass felt red hot and her pussy felt dripping wet. Lara lost count of how many times she’d been spanked. Gordon slapped her buttocks again and again, turning her ass cheeks bright red from his repeated blows.
“Thank you, Sir.” Lara said again, and waited.
The seconds dragged on and there was an awkward silence.
“Ah… that’s it.” Gordon said.
Lara stood up and straddled Gordon’s lap. Her large breasts were mashed against his naked chest, and her wet pussy was pressing down against the shaft of his stiff cock.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?” Lara asked with mock innocence.
“Wet my cock with your mouth.” Gordon ordered, deliberately trying to make his voice sound deeper and more authoritative.
Lara slid off his lap and dropped to her knees in front of him. She encircled his large cock with her right hand and kissed the tip with her lips. Then she opened her mouth and twirled her tongue around his swollen cock head. Gordon looked down at her beautiful, blushing face, as Lara tilted her head to the side and licked her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. Then she turned her attention to his balls, kissing and licking each of them in turn.
“Does that feel good, Sir?” Lara asked, while she rubbed his wet cock against her gorgeous face.
“Fuck yes!” Gordon groaned happily.
Lara flashed him a cheeky smile and then slapped his hard cock against her soft lips.
“How may I please you now, Sir?” Lara teased, before dribbling saliva down onto his cock and rubbing it until it glistened.
“Turn around and spread your cheeks.” Gordon commanded.
Gordon watched as Lara stood up and turned around. His eyes were instantly drawn to her gorgeous backside, which was still red from her previous spanking, and the tiny brown star of her anus. Without prompting, Lara lowered herself down until the slippery tip of Gordon’s cock was resting against her tight asshole. Gordon couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He grabbed hold of Lara’s flared hips and pulled her down on top of him, groaning with pleasure as Lara’s asshole expanded open around his cock and swallowed it inside.
Lara leaned back onto Gordon’s lap, taking his cock deep inside her asshole. Gordon’s hands felt good on her hips, and she allowed him to pull her all the way down onto his thick, 10 inch cock, until she felt his pubic hair brushing against her ass. Lara started grinding her ass backwards against Gordon’s cock with small, undulating motions. At the same time, she reached down between her legs and started teasing her clit.
“Tell me when you’re getting close; I want us to cum together.” Lara said, looking back at him over her shoulder.
Gordon nodded, looking very serious as he always did when he was fucking her. Lara bounced her ass up and down on top of Gordon’s massive cock, enjoying the sensation of her asshole being stretched open around its girth. While she bounced up and down on his lap, she continued to rub and tease her clitoris. Lara was relentless, and she didn’t give Gordon a chance to pace himself.
After barely 6 minutes, Gordon grunted and said, “You need to slow down, or I won’t last.”
Lara smiled back at him over her shoulder. “No need to pace yourself this time. I just want you to cum.” Lara said.
Lara increased the tempo of her bouncing, and the sound of her tight round butt slapping against his crotch reverberated around the room. She could feel Gordon’s breathing quicken, and she increased the speed of her clit rubbing to match. She timed it perfectly: Gordon groaned and came, and no sooner did Lara feel his warm cum squirting deep inside her bowels than her own shuddering orgasm arrived. She cried out, rubbing her sensitive clit while she deliberately clenched and unclenched her anus, milking every last drop of thick warm cum from Gordon’s cock.
When they booth finally finished orgasming, Lara collapsed backwards and then rolled onto her side. Gordon’s deflating cock was still lodged inside her ass, and he was spooning her.
“Did I do OK?” Gordon asked softly.
His breath felt nice on the back of her neck. Lara smiled, feeling happy and relaxed for the first time in days. She tilted her head backwards and kissed him on the lips.
“You were perfect.” Lara said, nuzzling back into him.
Gordon started stroking her hair. Normally, Lara didn’t like it when people messed with her hair, but it felt good when Gordon did it. A lot of things she normally didn’t like felt good when Gordon did them.
“I was thinking… maybe you could start coming over twice a week from now on?” Lara asked.
“Tomorrow?” Gordon asked hopefully.
Lara laughed. “Well, someone’s eager – but I might need a little time to recover. How about from next week onwards, you come over Tuesdays and Thursdays?” Lara suggested.
“I’m sure I can make some extra time for my favourite Professor.” Gordon said.
“I should hope so!” Lara said, and then added, “How about next time, we roleplay one of your fantasies?”
“Um… like, what sort of fantasy?” Gordon asked.
“Whatever you want: naughty secretary, sexy schoolgirl, captured superheroine – you decide. I’ll text you my measurements.” Lara said.
“Measurements?” Gordon asked, confused.
“I thought the roleplaying might be more fun if you bought some sexy costumes for me to wear.” Lara said.
The excited look on Gordon’s youthful face told Lara that he liked that idea a lot.
The rest of Lara’s work week was actually rather uneventful. After she had publicly shamed and humiliated the student with the laptop, word had gotten around that she was not to be trifled with. The rest of the students had settled down their behaviour: sure, she still occasionally caught them staring at her, trying to sneak a peek at her legs, breasts or ass; but they quickly looked away whenever she made eye contact. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but it was better than it had been, with her completely embarrassed and her authority undermined. Although still self-conscious about her revealing clothing, Lara’s work life was slowly returning to normal.
At 8.00am on Saturday morning, Lara dressed in her jogging gear and headed back to the Delta Pi Sorority house, ready for another weekend of degrading treatment. She hated how wet she was at the thought of more sexual humiliation, so she decided to jog the long way to the Sorority house, in the hope that her sweat would mask her excitement. On her run through the campus, she saw workmen erecting numerous tents and stalls, and rows of portable toilets around the University. Monday was the Princeton University Fair, and no classes were held on that day, so that all of the students could take part. Last hadn’t gone last year, preferring to use the free day to catch up on her academic paperwork.
Lara kept jogging and finally arrived at the Delta Pi Sorority just after 8.30am. She rang the doorbell and was met by Anjelica; but rather than escort her inside, Anjelica shut the door behind her and spoke with Lara on the front porch.
“The girls are inside getting ready for Monday’s University Fair. We run several stalls there to raise money for the Sorority. You’ll be pleased to know that we’ll being selling your swimsuit calendar at the Festival. I’m sure it’ll raise a ton of money for charity.” Anjelica said.
Lara blushed with shame at the thought of her risqué calendars being sold to students. Her authority over the students was already diminished because of the slutty clothing that Anjelica had insisted she wear to work; she dreaded to think of how low her professional reputation would sink after her revealing bikini calendar went into wide circulation.
“Before we go inside, I thought it would be good for us to have a quiet chat about your future.” Anjelica said.
It sounded ridiculous to have the younger Anjelica was talking to her as if Lara was a student receiving guidance counselling, but Lara held her tongue.
“You know, before all of this started, all I actually wanted you to do was alter some grades and model for our charity calendar. You were the one who bet that you didn’t get off on being treated like a submissive little slut – a bet that you lost. So when you think about it, everything that’s happened to you since then is actually your fault.” Anjelica said.
Lara wanted to argue with her, but she realised that Anjelica was at least partially correct. God, Lara hated her!
“Anyway, Whitney thinks that I might be taking things a little bit too far. She and Kari are starting to feel guilty, although I can’t imagine why.” Anjelica said.
Lara stared at Anjelica in disbelief. She is a complete sociopath, Lara thought!
“So I’m going to offer you another deal – a way out, if you choose to accept my terms.” Anjelica said.
“And what exactly are you terms?” Lara asked.
“Firstly, I need to make sure that no one will believe you, if you ever come and out tell them that we blackmailed you. So… I want you to tell to all of the Pledges that the whole lesbian gangbang thing was your idea, to fulfil a kinky sexual fantasy.” Anjelica said.
“You can’t honestly expect them to believe that?” Lara said.
“I don’t see why not: you orgasmed multiple times during the gangbang, so you were clearly enjoying yourself. Just tell them the truth: that you’re secretly a submissive little slut, who gets off on being humiliated and abused. I’ll explain to them that all of your special treatment and bitchy behaviour was just to make them dislike you, so that they wouldn’t go easy on you during the gangbang.” Anjelica explained.
“This is ridiculous!” Lara said.
“It’s the only way I’ll let you go back to the way things were. I need to make sure that if this ever gets out, all of the Pledges will say it was your idea.” Anjelica said.
“You just want to humiliate me.” Lara accused.
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy doing that, but it’s beside the point. You really need to consider just how much those girls in there hate you. Even our rules about not sharing Sorority secrets with outsiders might not be enough to stop the rumours about what you did from getting out. If you do this for me, I’ll help you to convince them not to hate you. I’ll let them take off their collars early and exempt them from any other hazing tasks, and I’ll even buy them some expensive gifts and tell them that they’re from you.” Anjelica said.
“Why would you do that for me?” Lara asked suspiciously.
“Because I want to add some additional conditions to our deal that Whitney wouldn’t be comfortable with: conditions that will remain just between us.” Anjelica said.
Lara frowned, but it couldn’t hurt to at least hear Anjelica out.
“Go on.” Lara said finally.
“OK. So as far as Whitney and everyone else are concerned, you’ll admit that you’re secretly a submissive slut and you’ll continue doctoring grades for us. You’ll also help us sell this year’s calendar, and you’ll model for next year’s calendar as well.” Anjelica said. “Oh, and you’ll also have to keep wearing your updated work wardrobe for the rest of the year – I insisted on that last part.” Anjelica added.
“And what’s the second part of the deal?” Lara asked.
“After you make your heartfelt admission of sluttiness to the girls, you’re going to be my bitch for the rest of the day. You see, I’ve discovered that I really do enjoy degrading you, so I’ve decided that I want to give you one last slutty send-off. I’ve purchased a special bondage suit for you to wear, and a mask to hide your identity. If you agree to the deal, I’m going to drive you over to our brother Fraternity and let them fuck you all morning. Then you’ll spend the rest of your day working at a glory hole.” Anjelica said.
Lara’s face flushed and she felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of being forced to have sex with multiple anonymous men, yet she was also uncomfortably aware of a growing wetness between her legs.
“You are really sick, you know that!” Lara said venomously.
Anjelica smiled. “It’s a good deal Lara: just one day of anonymous humiliation, and then I’ll stop messing with you, and everything will get back to normal. Besides, we both know you’ll enjoy it, so you can drop the reluctant damsel in distress act.” Anjelica said.
“Why would I ever agree to be pimped out to a bunch of frat boys?” Lara asked incredulously.
“Because if you refuse, then I have all sorts of new and creative activities planned for the rest of the semester. For starters, I think you’d look great with some sexy tattoos and piercings.” Anjelica said.
Lara shuddered with revulsion. She had always thought that tattoos and piercings looked cheap and tacky. An image of her body covered in ugly, degrading tattoos and indecent piercings filled her mind.
“And then we’ll look at extending your wardrobe makeover to your casual clothes as well. We can start by swapping all of your boring leggings for cheeky skin-tight short-shorts, to show off your ass; and we can swap all of your boring t-shirts and tank tops for some sexy midriff tops, to show off your sexy abs.” Anjelica said. “And to show off your sexy new look, I’ll make you go jogging around the University campus every night after work.” Anjelica said.
Lara’s mind filled with degrading images of herself jogging around campus, dressed like a cheap prostitute. She imagined her shame at being seen by her students, who would shout lewd comments at her and film her on their mobile phones.
“And on the weekends, let’s just say that lesbian gangbangs and fisting will be tame compared to what I have planned. By the way, how do you feel about golden showers?” Anjelica asked.
Lara grimaced in disgust.
“What if I just go to Whitney and tell her what you’re doing?” Lara asked, trying to bluff her way out of the situation.
“Then I’ll make sure that all of your embarrassing videos go public. Sure, I’ll get expelled for my part in all of this, and my parents will be really annoyed, but in a few months they’ll forgive me, and my life will go on. Yours however would practically be over. You’ll never teach again, and you’ll be forever known as the slutty Professor who had an affair with one of her students. I imagine the late night TV comedians will come up with dozens of jokes at your expense.” Anjelica said.
Lara remained silent while she thought it over. Anjelica had her over a barrel, but she needed to be sure that Anjelica didn’t double cross her.
“I’ll agree to your terms, but only if I get a reassurance from Whitney that you guys will leave me alone after this.” Lara said.
Anjelica nodded and led Lara inside the Sorority house. Lara saw several of the Pledges present, dressed in their underwear. They scowled at Lara as she entered. Anjelica led Lara into the study and left her there. She returned a short time later with Whitney, who confirmed the details of the deal and promised that they would leave Lara alone if she kept her up her end of the agreement. Lara reluctantly agreed, and then walked back out into the main living room, where all of the Pledges had gathered.
“Ladies, it’s time we came clean to you about something. Lara isn’t actually the bitch you all think she is.” Anjelica said. “She just has some weird sexual fetishes: namely, she likes being sexually humiliated and abused, so she asked me to arrange for you guys to gangbang her. The whole special treatment thing was just a ruse to make you hate her, so you wouldn’t feel sorry for her and go easy on her. Lara really wanted it to be rough.” Anjelica said.
There was an awkward silence, as if the Pledges didn’t quite know how to respond.
“You’re saying this was all a setup?” One of the Pledges asked.
Anjelica gestured for Lara to speak, and Lara felt herself blush as all eyes turned to her.
“I’m… secretly a submissive slut. I get off on being sexually humiliated.” Lara said, turning bright red with shame at her admission.
You could have heard a pin drop as Lara delivered her news. There was another awkward silence, as the girls struggled to comprehend what she had just said.
“Lara is really sorry that the Pledging process was a little rough on you guys, and we want to make it up to you. For starters, you can all take off your collars and put your clothes back on. We’re ending the Pledging process 2 days early, and I’m pleased to say that you’ve all passed!” Anjelica announced.
The Pledges broke into broad grins and congratulated each other. They eagerly reached up and removed the degrading collars from around their necks.
“Additionally, Lara is generously paying for each of you to be pampered with a 4 hour beauty and spa package, including a 90 minute full body massage.” Anjelica said.
This news was very popular with the girls, and their expressions towards Lara immediately softened.
Anjelica turned to Lara and said, “Now, Lara, I think you should apologise for what you put your new Sisters through.”
“I’m sorry I acted like a total bitch. I have… needs, and I didn’t think you’d understand if I just came out and told you.” Lara said.
“What do you say, girls? Do you forgive her?” Anjelica asked.
The girls whispered to each other and then nodded. The girls left for a few minutes to get dressed, and then returned to where Lara was standing and started bombarding her with questions. Most of them had never met someone with such an extreme sexual fetish, and they were extremely curious about it.
“So, you actually enjoy being humiliated?” One of them asked.
Lara nodded, feeling extremely embarrassed to be answering these very personal questions.
“Did you enjoy the spankings as well? It looked kind of painful.” A second girl said.
“Being spanked does hurt, but it also really excites me.” Lara admitted.
“What part of it do you find exciting? The pain?” A third girl asked.
“No, it’s more about the shame and the loss of control.” Lara answered.
“What was the deal with going down on all of us and being fisted? Are you a lesbian?” A fourth girl asked.
“No… I’ve just always fantasised about being gangbanged by a large group of women.” Lara lied.
“You could have just asked us.” A firth girl said.
“No, you heard what Anjelica said. Lara likes it really rough. She wanted to be hate-fucked. Isn’t that right, Lara?” A sixth girl asked.
Lara nodded, blushing heavily as she went along with the degrading charade.
“That’s enough girls. As you can see, Lara is getting really embarrassed talking about her perverted sexual desires.” Anjelica said.
“We don’t think you’re perverted, Lara.” One of the Pledges said, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Everyone’s different, after all.”
The other Pledges nodded their agreement, which seemed to infuriate Anjelica, who struggled to stop herself from scowling. Lara actually felt herself smile back at the Pledges, enjoying this small victory over Anjelica’s cruel pettiness.
“Anyway, you girls can all go now, but remember that you’ll still be required to take a turn in the Delta Pi kissing booth on Monday.” Anjelica said loudly.
Anjelica waited for the newly anointed Sorority members to leave the room, and then led Lara outside to her black Range Rover. Anjelica gestured for Lara to get inside and then drove for about 15 minutes to a seedy looking sex shop, located in a light industrial area. Anjelica pulled into the small, deserted rear car park, and then led Lara towards the entrance. They entered through a door with a bright red neon XXX sign above it, and then descended down a narrow staircase towards a beaded curtain. On the other side of the curtain was a dimly lit basement sex shop, lined with shelves filled with pornographic DVDs, bondage gear and sex toys. Lara was relieved to see that the store was empty, except for an overweight, middle aged woman standing behind the counter.
“This is the woman I was telling you about.” Anjelica said.
The older woman looked Lara up and down.
“But you are so beautiful! Why do you want to be dressed as a pig?” The woman asked, speaking with a very heavy Eastern European accent.
“A pig?” Lara asked, confused.
The older woman looked confused as well, and looked over at Anjelica, who smiled happily.
“I know how important your reputation is to you, so I thought the best way to disguise your identity would be to dress you up as a fat, disgusting pig.” Anjelica said.
Lara’s face paled, but she couldn’t think of any good retort. She had agreed to this, so she’d just have to suffer and bear it.
“Lara gets off on being humiliated, isn’t that right, Lara?” Anjelica said, clearly enjoying Lara’s discomfort.
Lara nodded, blushing with shame at the lie.
The woman seemed perplexed, but nodded and led the two women into the rear of the store.
“It will take some time to complete your item. You should go and use the toilet before we begin.” The woman told her, gesturing towards a small restroom at the back of the store.
Lara went to relieve herself, and then returned and stripped out of her clothing. She had been completely naked in front of strangers so often now that it no longer felt unnatural. The woman rubbed some kind of slippery lubricant onto Lara’s naked skin, and then brought over a strange looking pink latex bodysuit. The woman stretched open the neck of the pink bodysuit and told Lara to step inside it. From there, it took her about 5 minutes of manoeuvring to finally force Lara’s feet through the right holes and line everything up correctly. Then she started to unroll the suit and pull it up around Lara’s legs.
Once the suit had been pulled all the way up to Lara’s hips, the woman wheeled over a large tank with a hose connected to it and slid the hose down into one of Lara’s latex legs. A moment later, Lara shuddered from the weird sensation of having thick, warm gel squirted into the leg of her latex bodysuit. The woman completely filled Lara’s right leg, causing the latex to stretch outwards obscenely, and then she repeated the procedure with Lara’s left leg. Once both legs were filled to capacity, the woman smoothed out the gel so that it was evenly distributed. Lara looked down at her formerly sexy legs, and felt a twinge of anxiety as she stared at her swollen ankles, fat calves and enormously thick thunder thighs.
The woman unrolled more of the suit and pulled it upwards over Lara’s chest. It took another 5 minutes of manoeuvring to get Lara’s arms fully encased into the latex arms of the body suit. Lara stared at her latex clad hands, which had been forced into fingerless mittens rather than actual gloves. The woman pushed the gel hose down into each of her latex arms and filled them with gel. Lara watched the latex expand around her arms, encasing them in a thick layer of artificial fat. The latex pulled tighter and tighter, leaving her arms looking like fat, jiggly sausages.
Lara realised that she must look pretty comical at this point, with absurdly fat arms and legs, but a normal looking body: that was about to change a moment later. The woman finally turned her attention to the body of Lara’s pink latex suit. The hose was thrust down Lara’s back, and Lara shivered as she felt the warm gel splashing against her naked skin. Lara felt the latex around her ass get uncomfortably tight, as it stretched outwards. Lara glanced down behind her and watched as her gorgeous round buttocks lost their definition and expanded outwards. Lara’s hourglass hips thickened, growing larger in all direction, while her tight ass transformed into a wide, blubbery mass of wobbly flesh.
The woman stopped and moved the hose around to Lara’s front, squirting yet more gel down the front of Lara’s pink latex bodysuit. Lara watched as her tiny waist distended outwards, thickening until it was as wide as her hips. Her waistline continued to grow, her flat stomach expanding outwards until it projected out further than her large breasts. At that point, gravity took over and pulled the fatty mass downwards, causing it to sag down over her hips and crotch like a thick roll of flab.
The last alteration was the most disturbing for Lara to watch. Lara had always been justifiably proud of her large, perfect breasts; but as the old woman filled them with thick heavy gel, Lara was forced to watch as they slowly lost definition and the extra weight caused them to stretch downwards. When the woman was finished, Lara’s formerly perky breasts looked like to two fat, droopy sacks that sagged down against her ribcage.
The woman made some final adjustments to the distribution of the gel and then wheeled over a heavy icebox. The woman opened the icebox and pulled out a series of large, flat icepacks covered in some sort of Velcro tape. The woman proceeded to tape the icepacks in place around Lara’s body and limbs, and Lara immediately felt the gel around her body start to thicken and set. While they waited for the gel to set, the woman turned her attention to Lara’s head. The woman brought over a wide stainless steel O-ring gag, attached to a Y-shaped leather harness. Lara reluctantly opened her mouth and allowed the woman to buckle the gag harness in place around her head.
“Is that too tight?” The woman asked.
Lara tried to answer that it was OK, but the words came out unintelligible through the O-ring, so she shook her head instead. The woman moved around behind her and efficiently styled Lara’s long hair into a tight, flat bun. Then she slid a strange-looking pink hood over Lara’s head. The hood had a long neck and stretched out around Lara’s head and hair, covering her face like a second skin, with holes for her eyes and mouth. There was also a hole for her nose, which she could breathe through, but something was covering it. The woman made a few slight adjustments and then used quick setting superglue to glue the bottom of the mask to the neck of the suit, sealing Lara inside. Anjelica brought over the final touch, a thick black leather collar that read FUCK PIG in large raised stainless steel letters. Anjelica smiled cruelly as she buckled the collar in place around Lara’s latex-clad neck.
Lara had to wait another 15 minutes for the gel to fully set. Then the woman removed the icepacks and led Lara over to a large mirror. The extra weight of the artificial fat covering her body was throwing off Lara’s balance, and she felt uncharacteristically clumsy and uncoordinated. Her long, graceful gate immediately transformed into a graceless, ungainly waddle, and she experienced the unfamiliar and unpleasant sensation of her thick thighs rubbing against each other as she walked. When she finally made it to the mirror, Lara was stunned by what she saw. Her mouth would have gaped open in shock, were it not already gaping open from the large metal O-ring secured between her teeth.
Lara’s beautiful face was covered by an ugly pink pig mask, complete with a thick snout over her nose, and floppy ears on top of her head. Lara’s lips were forced permanently open by the stainless steel O-ring, and drool was already starting to dribble from her open lips and down her chin. Lara’s formerly sexy hourglass figure had filled outwards, and now her fat, bloated waistline was far thicker than either her hips or bust, and spilled out over her fat hips. Her tiny thigh gap had disappeared entirely, swallowed between her obscenely fat thighs, and her formerly graceful arms and legs now looked like fat, wobbly overstuffed sausages.
Lara’s thick waist was covered in a thick layer of artificial flab that drooped downwards over her hips and crotch, and her heavy, sagging breasts hung down sadly against her ribcage. Lara turned to examine her grossly expanded ass, and saw a small curly pink pig’s tail protruding out just above it. Lara shook her hips experimentally, and the movement caused the surface of her pink latex suit to ripple like jelly. Her wide ass had lost all of its previous firmness and definition, and now stuck out and sagged downwards behind her. The transformation was complete. Lara was completely unrecognisable, and had been transformed into an obese-looking, latex clad pig.
“Lara, you look adorable.” Anjelica said, grinning from ear to ear.
Lar tried to reply, but the O-ring gag made the words come out as a series of incoherent sounds. Despite her humiliation at being costumed like this, Lara was actually grateful for the disguise: there was no way that anyone could possibly recognise her, dressed like this.
“Hold very still.” The older woman said, kneeling down behind Lara’s flabby ass.
The woman bent forward and carefully used a scalpel to cut out an oval hole around Lara’s pussy and asshole. Lara shivered as she felt the sudden rush of cold air against her crotch. Then the woman draped a cheap-looking black trench coat over Lara’s shoulders.
“Bring her back here when you’re finished, so I can cut her out.” The woman said.
Anjelica nodded in reply.
“Come on piggy.” Anjelica said, gesturing for Lara to follow her up the stairs and out of the store.
Lara struggled to keep up, her footsteps feeling heavy and unbalanced, and her fat thighs making embarrassing squeaking sounds as they rubbed together. Thankfully, it was early morning and the car park was mostly deserted. Even so, Lara was grateful for the trench coat that hid her obscenely fat body from prying eyes. Anjelica opened the rear door of her Range Rover and motioned for Lara to sit inside. When the door closed, Lara was grateful for the privacy afforded by the darkly tinted windows.
They drove the 15 minutes back to the Princeton University campus, but rather than returning to the Delta Pi Sorority house, Anjelica drove them to a large 3 storey brick building with a sign outside that read ALPHA BETA FRATERNITY.
“Wait here,” Anjelica said, exiting the vehicle.
Lara watched Anjelica walk up to the front door, where she spoke with a handsome man wearing a red jumper, a white collared shirt and a pair of tan-coloured pants. The man was aged in his early twenties and athletically built, with short dark hair. After a short conversation, Anjelica returned to the Range Rover and drove around to the side of the house. The young man met them there and unlocked an external door that led down into the basement.
Anjelica turned off the engine and Lara reluctantly exited the vehicle. The man stared at her grossly overweight body and immediately broke into a wide grin.
“You weren’t kidding when you said she wasn’t much to look at. She has to be the fattest girl I’ve ever seen.” The man said.
Lara blushed with shame under her mask, almost losing her balance as she stomped gracelessly down the wooden stairs, which creaked embarrassingly under her artificial bulk.
Lara’s embarrassment immediately worsened, as she found herself in large, well-lit basement, standing opposite 20 naked young men, all between 18 and 19 years of age. As soon as they saw Lara, they grimaced in disgust at her ugly appearance. It was an unpleasantly novel experience for Lara, who was used to men reacting to her with longing and desire.
“Gentlemen, this is your final test before becoming fully fledged members of Alpha Beta Fraternity. All you have to do is fuck this disgusting, fat pig.” The fully clothed man standing with Anjelica said.
Lara assumed that he must be the Fraternity’s President, and Anjelica’s opposite number. Anjelica motioned for Lara to get down on all fours. She did so, and then blushed under her mask when she saw that her bloated, latex-clad belly and fat, saggy breasts were almost touching the floor beneath her.
“How are we supposed to get a hard-on looking at that?” One of the naked male Pledges complained.
“No one said it was going to be easy.” The President said. “So, who wants to go first?”
Lara shivered with humiliation as none of the men volunteered. She was so used to having men fawning over her that it was completely unprepared for the horrible feeling of being rejected. The revulsion on the naked men’s faces made Lara feel totally disgusting and worthless. She had never felt more unattractive and undesirable in her life.
“Fine, you.” The President said, pointing to a 6 foot tall, athletic black man.
“Which hole?” He asked, speaking about Lara like she was a cheap piece of unwanted meat.
The President looked over at Anjelica.
“She’s a three-hole-whore, so dealer’s choice.” Anjelica said.
“Since you’re going first, you can choose, and then we’ll alternate.” The President said.
The young black man walked around Lara’s obese, latex clad body. Her pink pig suit gave her the appearance of a huge, pregnant sow. The young man experimentally pressed his fingers into the surface of Lara’s wide ass, watching them sink down into her soft, fatty flesh. He pulled his hand away and gave her ass a light smack, watching as the flesh of her buttocks and thighs rippled outwards like jelly.
“How does anyone let themselves go like this?” The African Pledge asked rhetorically.
“Maybe she suffered some sort of deep childhood trauma, and has been using food as a coping mechanism.” One of the Pledges said.
The other Pledges groaned loudly.
“Enough with the psychology 101, already; just fuck the fat pig so we can get out of here!” Another Pledge said.
The black Pledge walked up behind Lara and placed his hand against her pussy. He seemed surprised that it didn’t appear as flabby as the rest of her body. He pulled his hand away and saw that it was wet. Lara blushed beneath her pink pig mask, hating that her body was reacting this way.
“Well, she appears to wet already, so I guess she wants this?” The black Pledge said.
“Of course she wants it. A hippo like her is just grateful for any male attention she can get. I doubt she can even get laid under normal circumstances.” Anjelica said.
Lara was filled with humiliation at the hurtful and degrading way she was being spoken about, even though her current appearance was just temporary. The black man spat on his cock and then shoved it inside the folds of Lara’s pussy. Her well-used pussy accepted him balls deep without difficulty. The black Pledge rammed his 7 inch cock in and out of Lara’s pussy with quick, powerful thrusts. His movements caused Lara’s grossly fat stomach to bounce up and down beneath her body, while the thick latex flesh of her buttocks and back rippled like jelly. The black Pledge looked away, an expression of disgust on his face, as he tried to think of something sexy.
“It’s like fucking a tub of lard!” He complained, as he slid his penis in and out of her.
“More cushion for your pushing.” Another joked back.
The President pointed to the Pledge who’d just made the joke and said, “Since you think this is so funny, you can start fucking her mouth.” The President said.
The man shivered as he looked at Lara’s ugly pig face. He walked forward and gingerly pressed his cock beneath Lara’s fat pig snout. As he pushed inside the O-ring between Lara’s wide open lips, she swirled her soft tongue around it, eliciting a surprised gasp from the Pledge, who pushed deeper inside her mouth.
“Oh fuck!” He said, as he pressed forward, causing Lara’s throat to bulge outwards around the tip of his cock.
“Oh fuck!” He repeated, grabbing the back of Lara’s pig-masked head, as her tongue caressed the underside of his shaft, while her tight throat milked the tip of his cock.
“Good?” The African Pledge asked casually from over Lara’s enormously fat ass, as he pounded her pussy from behind.
“She sucks like a hoover!” The Pledge fucking her mouth said.
“Oh fuck!!!” he said again, as he orgasmed less than a minute later.
Lara felt his warm cum spurting against the back of her throat. She swallowed it down without gagging, and then felt the Pledge withdraw his shrinking cock from her mouth.
“Man, you’ve got to try her mouth.” He told his fellow Pledges. “This pig knows how to eat cock!”
Despite her humiliating situation, Lara felt a surge of pride at his degrading compliment.
“Fat chicks have to make more effort in the sack.” Another Pledge commented. “Thin chicks can just lie there and rely on their looks to get laid.”
Lara knew that wasn’t true. She was a fantastic lay! Just ask any one of her former lovers! Another Pledge knelt in front of her and thrust his cock inside her mouth. Lara tickled and teased his shaft with her tongue, and then leaned forward to take the tip down her throat.
“Fuck, I see what you mean!” The Pledge said.
“What’s with the O-ring?” Another Pledge asked.
“It’s probably a safety measure, in case the fat bitch gets hungry and tries to eat your cock!” One of them joked.
All of the Pledges burst out laughing, and Lara reddened angrily under her mask at the crude jokes and comments. Despite their hurtful remarks, Lara felt herself growing more and more excited. The black Pledge behind her finally came, and Lara felt his cum spray against the back of her pussy. He pulled out without a word and walked back over to where his friends were standing. Another Pledge moved forward to take his place. This Pledge had clearly decided that he wanted to get this disgusting hazing task over with as soon as possible, and he proceeded to frantically hump Lara’s wet pussy like a dog in heat.
“How can you do that?” One of the Pledges asked him.
“It helps if you imagine you’re fucking someone else.” The Pledge fucking her pussy said, clearly not caring about the hurtful insult that he was making to Lara. “I’m imagining fucking Professor Croft!” He added.
Lara shivered as she recognised her name.
“Yeah, that bitch is smoking hot.” Another said.
“Have you seen her new work clothes? Those low cut shirts and miniskirts – it’s like she’s deliberately trying to make me cream my pants!” Another said.
Lara should have felt outraged by their comments, but the undisguised lust in their voices as they spoke about her left her feeling incredibly aroused.
“Did you see that video that’s going around?” A Pledge asked.
“The one where she bends over and flashes her G-string?” Said another Pledge, “Yeah, a friend shared it with me. Any slut who wears G-strings to work is my kind of woman. Man, if she was my girlfriend, I would fuck that tight ass of hers every night!”
“Man, you’re dreaming!” Said the black Pledge, who’d been the first to fuck her. “There ain’t no way a fine ass bitch like that does anal!”
“I don’t know, man: she may look all haughty and sophisticated, but she reeks of high-class ultra-whore, if you ask me.” The first Pledge answered.
Lara felt herself growing more and more aroused by their indecent, degrading comments. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, as the Pledge fucking her pussy roughly railed her from behind. His balls were slapping loudly against her clit, creating a very pleasant sensation for her; but he cared nothing for her enjoyment. After barely two minutes of fucking, he shot his load inside her wet pussy and pulled out.
“Done!” He said happily, as another Pledge took his place behind her.
The newest Pledge slid into Lara’s well-used pussy without resistance, and started fucking her doggy style. The Pledge in Lara’s mouth groaned as emptied his balls down her throat. Lara gulped it down, blushing as she felt the warm, gooey cum sliding down her throat and into her stomach. Another Pledge immediately took his place. Lara’s thick, flabby body jiggled like jelly underneath the tightly stretched skin of her latex pig suit, as she was spit roasted between the two Pledges. The room was filled with the indecent sounds of the Pledges grunting, the gagging noises coming from Lara’s stuffed throat, and the loud sounds of the Pledge’s balls slapping against her crotch and chin.
Lara was getting incredibly excited, and her wet pussy was drenching the cock fucking it. The Pledge fucking her from behind reached down and felt the wetness that had soaked into his dark public hair.
“She is so wet and sweaty, it’s revolting!” He complained.
Lara shivered with shame at his hurtful comment. Her previous boyfriends had always loved how wet she got during sex. They told her how they loved going down on her, and that she tasted wonderful; but this man was speaking about her pussy juices as if they were revolting. The conscious part of Lara’s mind understood that this was probably Anjelica’s plan all along: to dehumanise and humiliate her; to bring her down a peg; but despite her best efforts, Lara’s subconscious absorbed the criticism, and she began to doubt herself. For the first time in her life, she understood what it felt like to feel insecure about her body.
The Pledges fucking Lara’s pussy and mouth orgasmed and pulled out, leaving a small trickle of cum dribbling down her chin. Then two more Pledges came forward and resumed using her holes.
“Where did you find this girl?” The President asked.
“She’s one of our failed pledges.” Anjelica said.
“Wait, if she’s already failed, then why did she agree to this?” The President asked.
“I promised to let her re-Pledge next year, provided she goes on a strict diet.” Anjelica said.
“Man, she’d have to lose about 100 pounds just to be considered fat.” The President said.
Lara blushed under her pig masked, and then grunted as she felt fresh cum jetting from the cock in her pussy. He pulled out and another Pledge took his place behind her.
“Do I have to fuck her pussy?” The Pledge kneeling behind her asked, as he stared at Lara’s sloppy, creampied pussy.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you like sloppy seconds?” Another Pledge taunted him.
“Could I fuck her mouth instead?” He asked.
“Her mouth is already in use, and we haven’t got all day. You can try her ass if you want, but it might not be a good idea: fat cunts like this are always eating, so her ass is probably packed full of shit.” The President said.
Lara hated hearing herself being spoken about so vulgarly. The lewd, lust-filled comments by her own students were bad, but at least they thought she was desirable. The way these Pledges were talking about her just made her feel worthless and repulsive. The Pledge behind her spat onto the tip of his cock and then gingerly pressed it against Lara’s asshole. He was surprised when he pushed forward and her tight asshole expanded easily around his cock.
“Fuck!” He moaned, as Lara’s asshole stretched open and swallowed his cock inside. “This is not the first time this bitch has taken it up the ass!”
“A girl this fat and ugly can’t be picky.” Another Pledge said.
Lara bristled with anger. Even if she did look overweight, they had no idea what she looked like under the mask, so why would they automatically assume that she was ugly? On a more positive note, all of her anal sex with Gordon’s massive cock meant that Lara had no difficulty accommodating regular-sized cocks in her asshole. It didn’t even feel uncomfortable any more.
The Pledge behind her grabbed two thick handfuls of Lara’s wide hips and used them as fatty handles to ram his cock in and out of her ass. Her tight asshole must have felt good, because moments later she felt him shoot multiple jets of warm cum deep inside her bowels. When he pulled out, the next Pledge in line decided to follow his lead. He spat saliva down onto his cock, and then pressed it inside Lara’s asshole. Once again, Lara’s ass stretched open without resistance, and he slid easily inside. More time passed, and Lara took two more loads of cum down her throat. She was about to swallow the cock of another Pledge when she saw Anjelica kneel down beside her.
“You’re almost done, Piggy. Do you feel proud?” Anjelica asked.
Lara tried to say a clever retort, but the action just caused cum and saliva to drool from her open lips and down her chin. Anjelica stood aside and nodded to the next Pledge, who rammed his cock down Lara’s throat. Lara made indecent gulping noises, as her throat stretched open around the cock impaling it. Lara was fucked by another two pairs of Pledges, and then there was a pause as the remaining Pledges discussed amongst themselves how they wanted to finish.
“Hey, want to try a DP?” Lara overheard one of the Pledges ask.
“No way, man! That bitch would probably crush me!” Another said.
“I’m game.” A third Pledge said.
When the Pledge in her ass came, two new Pledges stepped forward. One of them lay down on his back and motioned for Lara to straddle him. Lara crawled over to him, her flabby body jiggling embarrassingly with each movement. She moved above him, and then blushed when she saw that her obscenely large belly was scraping against his naked torso. Lara leaned back and allowed the Pledge to line up his cock with her pussy. Then she sat down, impaling herself on his cock. The Pledge grimaced as he felt Lara’s slippery, bloated body pressing down against him.
“She’s not as heavy as she looks, but it still feels like I’m being fucked by Jabba the Hut!” He complained.
Lara blushed under her mask, and then shivered as she felt the other Pledge push his cock inside her ass. Lara moaned involuntarily, as she felt their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin flesh separating her pussy and asshole. Lara rode up and down on the cock of the Pledge impaling her pussy, while the other Pledge rammed his cock in and out of her stretched asshole. Another Pledge walked forward and pushed his cock between Lara’s open lips and down her throat. Lara moaned around his cock, as she felt an orgasm starting to build inside of her. She ground her crotch against the Pledge beneath her, rubbing her sensitive clit against his coarse public hair.
Lara’s talented mouth quickly sucked the Pledge in front of her to orgasm. As she swallowed his cum, she closed her eyes to better enjoy the incredible seesawing sensation of the two cocks impaling her pussy and ass. Anjelica must have seen that she was getting close to orgasming, and she moved forward to whisper into Lara’s ear.
“Cum, you disgusting fat pig. Show all of these men just what a dirty slut you really are.” Anjelica said venomously.
Lara didn’t know why her body reacted the way it did, but she immediately felt herself orgasm. Her whole body shook as she came, with waves of pleasure radiating out from her crotch. Her pussy started to spasm and clamp down, causing the Pledge beneath her to cum. He was still spurting cum inside her pussy when Lara’s finished coming and leaned forward, ready to collapse on top of him.
“Oh, fuck no!” The Pledge beneath her said, scrambling to pull himself out from between her legs.
She found in insulting and mildly ridiculous that he would be that afraid of being crushed underneath her artificially fat body. His final spurt of cum splashed against the stretched latex covering Lara’s flabby stomach, as he squirmed out from beneath her bulk. Lara collapsed forward face down on the floor, with her huge wide ass sticking straight up in the air. The Pledge behind her took the opportunity to stand up and begin pile-driving his cock straight down into Lara’s asshole. He fucked her ass for another minute before shooting his cum deep inside her bowels. When he pulled out, Lara’s tight asshole gaped open slightly, before clenching slowly shut again.
“That’s it!” The President said, and the gathered Pledges congratulated each other at their accomplishment.
“Are you going to have a turn?” One of the Pledges asked their President.
“Yeah, her pussy isn’t great, but her mouth and ass are pretty good.” Another said.
Lara’s eyes widened with outrage. What do you mean my pussy isn’t great, Lara thought? My pussy is amazing! Ask anyone!
“I wouldn’t touch this fat pig with a barge pole!” The President answered.
The gathered men all laughed, and Lara cringed inwardly. She had never had any reason to doubt that she was incredible in bed: all of her past lovers had always told her so. Had they been lying? Was she just a pretty face and nothing more? Lara felt doubt starting to creep into her mind, as each new hurtful comment stripped away a little bit more of her pride. Lara was so distracted that she didn’t even remember to cover herself back in the trench coat, as Anjelica led her up the basement stairs and back towards the car outside.
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