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Taming the Raider – The Missing Chapters

Part 11: Zip Gets Some Payback

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“So... you really think this is the best choice?”, Lara asked hesitantly.

Zip regarded her with lazy eyes. The African-American techie's gaze drifted up over his boss's body, up from her patent leather pumps with their five inch stiletto heels, taking in every sultry detail of her svelte hourglass curves, drinking her in like a sommelier savouring fine red wine, up to the thick and lustrous mass of her glossy chestnut-brown hair.

“Yeah, boss”, he nodded. “You ask me, this Takeshiro dude's gonna be falling all over himself to get you into his bed. The moment he sees you all dolled up like this, daamn, he'll be wrapped around your little finger, Lara, trust me”.

Lara smiled down at the black techie. Standing before him in the luxurious lounge area of her open-plan bedroom, she turned and gave herself a final once-over in the full length mirror mounted on the back of her door. She had to admit it: she did look absolutely stunning in the lingerie that Zip had picked out for her.

The lower half of her ensemble consisted of a lace-trimmed pair of black satin thong panties. They barely covered Lara's pussy at the front, and, at the back, the seat disappeared without a trace between the two sculpted cheeks of her supple gymnast's ass. Her long muscular legs were encased in thigh-high silk stockings, also black, with intricately filigree garters attached via straps to a slender black garter belt around her hips. The bra that Zip had picked out for his boss was, if anything, even more revealing. It was part of a set, and therefore made from matching material – shiny black satin adorned with subtle lace details – but it was strapless, and half-cup. All the garment really did was encase the undersides of Lara's luscious DD-cup melons in shimmering black fabric, pushing them up a couple of inches, and holding them together at the centre of her chest to form some mouthwateringly buoyant, sumptuously deep, lightly tan cleavage, while leaving the Tomb Raider's nipples completely exposed.

“Well, if you really think it's the right choice”, she smiled shyly, turning back around to face Zip, “then I suppose I should trust your judgement. Thank you, Zip”.

Zip nodded, one hand buried deep in the pocket of his knee-length cargo shorts, surreptitiously jerking off his big black cock.

“It was my pleasure, boss”, he grinned.

His eyes traced the contours of Lara's curvaceous figure as she posed for him with one hand on her hip. Everything about her, from her thick mane of glossy chestnut-brown hair, to her full double-D cup breasts, her slim girlish belly subtly rippling with striated abdominal muscles, her flaring hips that just begged to be grasped and used as handholds for a good hard fucking, and her long toned legs with thighs that looked powerful enough to pop open a watermelon with ease; everything about his boss's beautiful body made Zip's cock hard as an iron bar. Just looking at her made his backed-up balls ache for release between his thighs in an almost painful manner.

The techie and his boss had just spent the past couple of hours going through Lara's entire collection of lingerie. The Tomb Raider had dumped the contents of her underwear drawers onto Zip's lap, then stood by, ostensibly at his command, as the horny black man had ordered her to strip, then pull on pair after pair of lacy thong panties, squeeze her perfect tits into first this bra then another and then another, all the while secretly jerking himself off inside his shorts.

It was well after one in the morning now, which meant Zip's cock had been hard for almost five hours non-stop – ever since he had witnessed the cock-baiting lap dance that Lara had inflicted on Alister earlier in the evening in the Master Study. As a result, the inside of the techie's shorts was a gooey mess of slimy, off-white, chlorine-scented, acrid ball juice. Lara could only speculate at what her employee's cock would look like now, not to mention smell like, after this extended session of blue-balling fun.

But it wasn't over yet, she decided, allowing a cruel smile to curl at the corner of her glossy crimson lips. Zip didn't notice it; he was too busy ogling Lara's tits. But a new notion was taking form behind the brunette's big hazel eyes. It was time, she decided, to take her definition of cock-teasing to a whole new level.

“Zip?”, she asked innocently. “There is just... one more thing I need your help with”.

The techie perked up right away.

“Yeah?”, he replied, wetting his lips. “Anything you need, boss, you know I'm always here for you”.

“You're so sweet, Zip”, Lara smiled.

She took a couple of steps forward, until her patent leather pumps were planted right between Zip's big Timberland boots.

“It's just...”, she started, feigning hesitancy, “gosh, this is so embarrassing, I'm sorry...”

Fanning her face with her fingers, Lara allowed herself to blush. She averted her eyes and brought one hand up to cover her mouth.

Zip felt his heart almost jump out of his chest. The show Lara was putting on was absolutely irresistible. He didn't even care if she was faking anymore; seeing his tough-as-nails, hot-as-fuck, billionairess boss flirt and pout like a shy teenage girl, in this outfit, was enough to turn the techie's rational mind into mush. He reached out and placed his palm reassuringly on Lara's thigh, softly stroking her warm tan skin. She made no move to stop him.

“Don't worry, girl”, Zip soothed his 'nervous' boss, “you know you can trust me... I'm like your male BFF, remember?”. The techie cringed at his own words. His African American buddies would rip on him for years if they ever caught wind of this. But he just didn't care anymore. Lara had all but brainwashed him.

“Okay...”, the Tomb Raider looked deep into Zip's eyes. “It's just that, as you know, on my next mission, I'll have to seduce Takeshiro Mikio. Do you know who that is?”

Zip inched his hand slowly up Lara's thigh, trying to make it seem casual.

“Uh, yeah, sure, he's one of the four big bosses of the Tokyo Yakuza, like a gang of ruthless Jap organized criminals. We already covered this in the mission briefing, Lara”.

His hand reached the waistband of Lara's thong panties. When she still didn't stop him, Zip casually slid his hand around his boss's hip and cupped her firm left ass-cheek. He gave it a squeeze, trying to make it seem like he was just comforting Lara, encouraging her to open up. But he was barely able to suppress a groan of lust as his fingers sank several centimetres deep into the taut round globe of Lara's supple ass-flesh. Yet still she made no move to stop him. Maintaining eye contact, Lara pretended not to notice as her employee's sweaty palm groped and fondled her backside.

“Well, it's just that I've heard rumours”, she started, “about the kinds of things that Takeshiro likes to do... with women”.

Lara let her words hang in the air, feeling Zip's fingers creep, millimetre by slow millimetre, down into the tender white crevice of her thong-split ass crack.

“W-what kinda things... you mean, boss?”, the techie managed to croak out. “You mean, like... sex things?”

“Yes. I've heard he likes, and I mean, really likes...”, Lara paused for dramatic effect, “deep throat oral sex”.

Zip's hand clenched involuntarily. Another healthy spurt of jizz splattered the insides of his shorts as his fingers sank deep into Lara's plump buttock. The Tomb Raider's luscious ass-flesh bulged between his grasping digits.

“Uhh, so, how can I like... help you out with that, boss?”, Zip asked, his voice dry and raspy.

Lara bit her lower lip. Glancing around her bedroom, she first made sure the door was shut, then folded down to her knees between Zip's spread thighs. The techie had to let go of her ass, but the mischievous look in Lara's eyes promised pleasures he could only have dreamt of mere moments ago. Was she really going to go through with this, he wondered, praying this wasn't just another one of his boss's cruel blue-balling tricks.

Lara made herself comfortable. Pushing Zip's thighs wide open, she positioned herself inbetween his legs, her knees sinking deep into the plush white rug laid out before his chair.

“Well... I just want to be prepared for any eventuality, Zip”, she gazed up at him. “So, I was hoping... and I know this is rather a strange request, but perhaps you can give me some pointers on how men like to have their cock sucked?”

Lara slid her hands up over Zip's thighs as the black man gaped at her. Her small, perfectly formed palms converged over his formidable cock bulge. Zip jerked his hand out from his pocket. He didn't want Lara to know he had been jerking himself off the whole time.

“It's okay, Zip”, Lara soothed, her slender fingers tracing the outline of Zip's rigid erection beneath his shorts. “I know you're really pent up right now”.

She started gently massaging his bulge. Reacting to her touch, Zip's cock twitched and strained beneath Lara's softly stroking hands.

“I know how difficult it must be...”, she continued, one hand untying the drawstrings on Zip's shorts, pulling out the bow ever so slowly, “...for you and for Alister, too, I know. Seeing me every day. Watching my body in those provocative little outfits I like to wear”.

Zip grunted, his mouth working but no words coming out. He could only nod jerkily as Lara eased her hand underneath the waistband of his shorts.

“I think you deserve a little... release tonight, Zip”, she intimated, pouting her lips in a smouldering smile that very nearly made Zip's shaft tear its way up through the fabric of his shorts.

“So, what do you say?”, Lara's eyes promised lavish sensual pleasure. “Will you help me out tonight, Zip, allow me to practice my deep throat skills on your nice big cock?”

Her fingers found the base of Zip's shaft. Encircling it with her forefinger and thumb, Lara gave the techie's scalding rod a few cursory strokes inside his shorts. Her eyes widened as she realized just how thick Zip's cock really was. She could barely even get her fingertips to touch around the throbbing mass of veins and rubbery soft muscle tissue.

“I want you to really give my throat a good, hard workout with this...”, Lara squeezed the techie's cock in her fist, “ungh, this monstrous black snake you've got dangling between your legs, Zip!”

The shaft bulged veinily in her unforgiving grasp. Another hot spurt of jizz oozed out to further soil the fabric of Zip's already sloppy-with-seed shorts.

Finally, the techie recovered his senses.

“You got it, boss”, he replied eagerly. “Just pull it on out and we'll get to work”.

Lara's eyes took on a sultry lilt. Licking her lips, she reached down into Zip's shorts and tugged his shaft upwards. The hot bar of flesh in her fist wouldn't budge, however. As baggy as her employee's shorts were, they still wouldn't stretch out sufficiently to allow fourteen thick inches of rigid black cock-meat to pass unhindered.

“It's okay, I got it...”, the techie cringed.

Shifting his butt up from the armchair, he helped Lara to lean back and pull the waistband of his shorts down over his thighs.

The Tomb Raider's eyes widened with awe as she tugged her employee's shorts gradually down and down, revealing progressively more and more of his vein-marbled obsidian pole. It wasn't until the garment's waistband was down well past Zip's knees that the black man's plum-sized cock head came into view.

“Oh... my... gohd...”, Lara whispered, almost reverentially.

The sight that greeted her eyes was an obscene parody of male virility. She didn't know whether to be disgusted or intensely aroused by the uncut, cum-encrusted head of Zip's slobbering black python of a cock. She barely even had time to take it in before the waistband of his shorts cleared the tip of his dick, and, thanks to a well-timed flex on Zip's part, the rigid shaft sprang up like a jack-in-a-box, slapping Lara hard in the face.

“Unngh!”, she cried out in shock as the hot topside of Zip's foreskin-swaddled cock head bounced off her right cheek. It smeared a heavy trail of coagulated nut nectar up one side on Lara's face, all the way from her well-defined jawline to the elegant contours of her high, model-like cheekbone.

A rancid stench of chlorinated maleness exploded from Zip's crotch in the same moment, assaulting Lara's nostrils not so much like a slap in the face, as a hard, well-placed punch. It left the Tomb Raider reeling, dizzy, literally disoriented as she gazed with awe at the towering pillar of forearm-thick coal-black cock meat now swaying to and fro before her face. Like a cobra measuring up its prey for any signs of weakness in preparation for a strike, Zip's huge veiny shaft jutted up from his crotch at a near vertical angle. At it's base, two fist-sized testes sagged lazily between the black man's muscular thighs. Pouched in a satchel of leathery obsidian skin, the techie's huge hairless balls had been so swamped in the quagmire of his steaming genitalia for the past several hours that they now fairly gleamed with oily, pungent sweat. Lara could even make out a kind of heat-haze-like lustre rising up from her employee's filled-to-capacity orbs, such was the rank pungency of perspiring masculinity emanating from them.

“What's the matter, boss?”, Zip grinned down at her. “You never seen one this big before, huh?”

“N-no...”, Lara murmured. “Or this... dirty”, she added, scrunching up her nose cutely as the sharp stench of cock-sweat and unwashed balls invaded her sinuses. “My god, Zip, how long has it been since you washed yourself down here?”

The techie pondered her question for a moment, before admitting, “Yeah, it's been a couple days. What with workin' round the clock to get things ready for your mission tomorrow, boss, I just haven't had time to, you know, take a shower since... last Friday, I guess”.

“But today's Tuesday, Zip”, Lara narrowed her eyes. “No, Wednesday morning, now. Do you really expect me to put this... abomination in my mouth when it hasn't been cleaned for four days?”

Zip shrugged.

“You're the one who said you needed practice, boss. Besides, like you said, you gotta be ready for any eventuality on your mission tomorrow. I mean, what you gonna do if Takeshiro turns out to be a little ripe down between his legs, when he whaps it out and sticks it in your face tomorrow, huh?”.

Lara raised her eyebrows. He had a point.

“Okay, just give me a moment to brace myself”.

She reached over to the side table next to Zip's armchair. The coffee he had prepared for her earlier had long since turned cold, but Lara felt like she needed a jolt of caffeine before taking on this near-Herculean task.

Zip forced himself not to smile as his boss brought the cup up to her lips. She gave no sign of recognition as the creamy, brown, cum-laced coffee trickled into her mouth. With great satisfaction, and more than a little relief, the black techie watched his cock-baiting employer gulp down mouthful after mouthful of his own thick seed. Lara glanced up at him over the rim of her cup, suspicion darkening in her big hazel eyes; but her elegant swan-like throat didn't stop rolling until she had upended the porcelain receptacle and drained it dry, right down to the last dregs.

“Ahhh...”, Lara smacked her lips, setting the cup back down on the table. “That was delicious, Zip. I should have you make coffee for me more often”.

“Sure thing, boss”, the techie fist-pumped internally. “Anythin' for you, Lara, you know I always got your back”.

“Right then”, she turned her attention back to Zip's still rigid cock. “How about, first, I clean this up for you a bit, okay? Then, you can just sit back, relax, and let me take care of you for a change, Zip. We'll see just how much of this big, black cock of yours I can... *gulp*... fit down my throat”.

Lara wrapped her hand around the neck of Zip's throbbing pole, just below the mushroom-shaped bulge of his cock head. The techie's meat twitched at her touch, another slimy runner of pre-ejaculate oozing out from his foreskin pucker. The pearl of off-white goo dribbled down the underside of his shaft with the consistency of hot custard, adding yet more lubrication to the glistening black skin beneath Lara's slender white fingers.

“You know, you're absolutely right when you say I should get over my squeamishness”, the Tomb Raider took a firm grip and started slowly pulling downwards, peeling Zip's slimy, cum-encrusted foreskin steadily down over his glans.

“Yeah, boss”, Zip grunted. “We can take it slow at first. You want me to give you some pointers on how guys like girls to suck cock, huh?”

Lara blushed, a pinkish incandescence colouring her classically beautiful countenance with alluring warmth. Zip couldn't even tell if it was real or fake anymore. But then again, frankly, he didn't give a fuck either way. The feel of Lara's moist, naturally pouting lips on his cock was going to be plenty real enough for him.

“Y-yes”, Lara replied, her eyes locked on Zip's cock as his foreskin slowly peeled away from the shiny brown flesh of his plum-sized helmet. “Just... tell me what to do, Zip. I'll try my best”.

“Okay, stop there, boss”, Zip groaned. Lara had pulled his puckered foreskin about halfway down his cock head.

“Very well”, she replied, licking her lips. “What next?”

The taut brown mushroom of flesh now pulsing before Lara's eyes was shiny near its tip, slippery with fresh ejaculations of miss-fired precum; but closer to its middle, where the floppy ring of Zip's uncut foreskin wrapped itself around the circumference of his cock head in a loose swaddle, a gooey layer of cream-cheese-like ball juice coagulations was messily encrusted over the surface of his half-exposed black cock helmet. Lara arched an eyebrow at the obscene display, grimacing slightly as the fresh stench of putrefying seed insulted her flaring nostrils. She felt saliva surge and thicken in her mouth, a tingling sensation of sourness at the back of her tongue forcing her to swallow it. Her nipples were throbbing with heat now, tautening visibly to full hardness. Her pussy was a sopping mess. She was starting to question who was really in control of this situation.

“Use your tongue, Lara. Clean it off”, Zip grunted, even going so far as to rest one hand on top of his boss's glossy chestnut hair and pull her face forward, closer to his cock. When she still didn't resist him, he added: “I want you to slide your tongue down into my foreskin, boss. Swirl it around the head, clean it all out, and swallow it. Trust me, guys fuckin' love it when girls do that”.

“O-Okay, Zip”, Lara glanced up at him tentatively, “just... just promise me one thing. You'll never tell Alister about any of this, alright?. I-I don't think I could bring myself to look him in the eye if he ever... mmmmmbbllmnn?!”

“Awww... fuck yeah!”, Zip groaned as Lara's lips came into direct contact with the head of his cock. He'd lost patience and just pulled her face forward, forcing his drooling cock helmet directly into his boss's mouth. Despite Lara's mumbled protests, and the look of outrage in her big hazel eyes, she made no move to stop Zip as he shunted his entire cockhead inbetween her lips and, in his excitement, deposited another scalding spurt of backed-up nut juice directly onto Lara's tongue.

“Don't worry, Lara *fuck!*”, the techie grunted. “This is all strictly business *ungh!*, between you and me, babe- I mean, boss”.

Lara eyed her employee suspiciously as he grinned down at her. Something about the taste of his cock in her mouth seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. Putting it temporarily to the back of her mind, the Tomb Raider set about the task at hand – cleaning Zip's huge, dirty black cock.

She started by following his instructions. Sliding her small pink tongue down into the tangy crevice of Zip's cum-encrusted foreskin, Lara heard the techie groan with pleasure above her. Her lips were already stretched out to a wide oval around the Victoria-plum-like girth of his helmet. She slid them down further, widening her jaw to accommodate Zip's big black cock head, until they were flush against the sloppy ring of his unwashed foreskin – and it looked like she was frenching the black man's nasty cock swaddle.

Zip gazed down at his boss, sliding his fingers through her soft brunette hair, savouring the slippery-wet sensation of her tongue slathering around the underside of his glans as she struggled not to retch on his wrist-thick girth. He intentionally flexed his cock and spurted another hot rope of jizz straight into her mouth, watching with pleasure as Lara retched on his tangy cock juice. She glanced up at him with a stern warning in her eyes. But Zip just shrugged.

“No mea culpa, boss”, he grinned. “You gotta get used to swallowing a little spunk if you're gonna practice your deep-throat skills, am I right?”.

He smiled with satisfaction a moment later as his boss's slender white throat rolled, and she gulped his seed down into her belly like a good little bitch. Was Lara really turning into such a submissive little slut, he wondered idly, or was this just another part of her performance? Even Lara's expensive Givenchy lipstick was gradually starting to change colour, the techie noticed, as she tentatively tongue-kissed his uncut foreskin. Mixing together with Zip's congealed pre-ejaculate, and diluted down by another fresh spurt of hot jizz direct from his urethra, the deep crimson hue of Lara's immaculately applied lip-gloss was souring visibly to a murky shade of cheap and whorish fuchsia.

Despite herself, Lara's mouth was watering. The taste of Zip's four-day-old cock cheese was absolutely foul, like some acrid French dairy platter, yet for some reason she couldn't get enough of it. Perhaps it was some psychosexual manifestation of her deep-seated desire to be conquered and degraded by her two live-in employees. Or had she simply teased one too many cocks today and was now in need of some real physical release of her own, she wondered. Either way, the Tomb Raider couldn't deny that servicing Zip's big dirty cock like this was making her pussy tingle and drool between her spread thighs, like some ravenous salivating mouth. She actually had to stop herself from reaching down with one hand and massaging her plump, burning pussy mound as Zip's deep groans of pleasure and heavy breathing above her drifted down to her ears.

Her tongue was all the way down inside his foreskin now, the tip tickling the rim of his glans. To keep her hands occupied she wrapped her right palm tight around the base of Zip's fully erect meat, and started steadily pumping it up and down with rhythmic milking motions that sent hot blood surging up to the tip. She brought her other hand up under the techie's churning balls, grasped them in a vice-like grip, and squeezed hard. Zip groaned in agony, his fingers tightening on Lara's glossy brown hair as she crushed his nuts in the palm of her hand. In response, Lara loosened her grip slightly, then clawed her fingers, and cruelly dug her sharp manicured fingernails deep into the taut, leathery surface of the black man's scrotal sac. She knew it was sick, and in no way becoming of a lady of her social standing, but the way Zip twitched and gasped with pleasurable pain as she tortured his tense nuts made Lara feel like she was taking back at least a little control over the situation.

After about ten long minutes of non-stop cock cleaning, during which Zip spurted several more salty lances of gelatinous ball juice directly into his boss's salivating mouth, the Tomb Raider was really starting to get into her degrading task. She noticed that Zip's foreskin had started to loosen up considerably as she stretched it out with her tongue. It was now slack enough for her to swirl her tongue back and forth in smooth circular motions around almost the entire circumference of Zip's cock head. And judging from her employee's deep groans of euphoria as she did so, Lara could tell he liked this technique more than almost anything else she had tried out so far. It was especially effective for cleaning out the remaining deposits of congealed cock-cream, moreover, that still loitered in the depths of the techie's floppy satchel of foreskin.

“Okay, that's enough”, Zip grunted finally.

He gathered up a fistful of Lara's glossy chestnut locks, and lifted her head up from his cock. The Tomb Raider's lips detached from his glistening cock helmet with an audible popping sound. Sloppy strands of bubble-laced saliva stretched out as he pulled her head up. Reaching their maximum elasticity, they snapped and swung back to splatter messily against Lara's bare tits. The Tomb Raider took in a deep breath, gazing up into Zip's eyes with a dazed expression on her face, like the taste of his cock had turned her brains into mush. She opened her mouth and let the techie see she had a big mouthful of his acrid ball juice bubbling in the back of her throat, before closing her lips, grimacing, and swallowing it all down, shuddering with lust-laced nausea as Zip's hot seed drooled into her belly. Her hand didn't stop pumping his shaft even for a second.

“Fuckin' nice work, boss. Now... I want you to pull it all the way down”, the techie nodded at his foreskin. “Really stretch that shit out as far as it'll go, Lara, so you can lick around the rim. Clean it out good and proper”.

Lara nodded, breathing heavily – getting off on being ordered around in the most degrading way imaginable by her own employee.

“Y-yes...”, she murmured. “I'll do it, Zip. I-I'll do anything you ask of me tonight”.

She moved both of her hands up to black man's rigid pole; this was a two-handed task if ever Lara had seen one. Wrapping her slender fingers around Zip's forearm-thick girth, Lara pulled his swarthy cock-skin firmly downwards. The lower half of his cock head gradually emerged. Zip's foreskin bulged as it slid down over his protruding glans, then slopped over them with a wet fleshy spasm, turning itself inside out and revealing another couple of centimetres of tender obsidian flesh criss-crossed by a latticework of small pulsating veins as it stretched down obscenely low on the techie's straining black club of a cock.

“Oh.... gohd...”, Lara gasped. “It's so... filthy, Zip. You're disgusting...”

Her warm breath felt heavenly as it tickled Zip's freshly exposed cock neck. Lara's eyes zeroed in on several more lumpy deposits of off-white smegma that could still be seen besmirching the otherwise glistening black skin of his shaft. Particularly around the stretched-taut V of nerve-rich head meat, where the black man's foreskin dovetailed fleshily into the underside of his cock head. Not even caring about the sleaziness of her own actions anymore, the Tomb Raider leaned in and started lapping at the underside of Zip's glans with long, open-mouthed lashes of her tongue, collecting up the chowdery deposits of four-day-old cock cheese that were plastered there, taking them into her mouth, and swallowing them.

“Awww... fuck yeah, boss”, Zip groaned deep in his chest. “Fuckin' wash that big ol' dirty black cock with your tongue, bitch”.

He opened one eye and glanced down at Lara as she slathered the topside of her tongue slowly back and forth over his ripe-to-nut cock tip, checking to see if the word had registered. But she seemed too engrossed in her degrading task to even notice anymore. Zip started to wonder just how far he could push things tonight – before his hot young boss would start to push back. There was only one way to find out, he figured.

“Hey, Lara”, he grunted. “There's prolly some real nasty shit still hiding down in the hole in the tip of my dick. I want you to stick your tongue down in there and dig it out, you hear me? Then we can move on to your deep-throat trainin'”.

“Ungh...”, Lara moaned huskily in response. There was something about Zip's crude and masterful words that struck a spark deep in the core of her body. “Y-yes...”, she pulled the black man's cock down towards her face, until she was eye-to-eye with his big dilated piss slit.

“I-I want you to fuck my throat with this big, nasty cock, Zip”, she purred, leaning in, shifting her eyes up to his. “Make me fucking gag on it”.

Her words were more of a plea than an order, but one that Zip was more than willing to carry out either way.

Maintaining smouldering eye-contact with her employee, Lara pushed the small pink tip of her tongue down into the winking pucker of Zip's shiny black urethra.

“Yeah, you fuckin' slut”, the black man monotoned salaciously. “Stick it in there, as far as it'll go, and wriggle it around. I got a nice surprise ready for you, Lara”.

No sooner had the words left Zip's mouth than he flexed his rigid shaft as hard as he could manage, causing a thick lance of deep-ball goo to bubble up beneath Lara's tongue and spurt out messily, like a tamped down kitchen faucet spraying up into her mouth. The Tomb Raider moaned like a whore, getting off on the clandestine degradation of being treated like a cheap hooker in her own bedroom, by a man whose paycheques she signed at the end of every month. She didn't break eye-contact with Zip even for a second. Nor did she stop squirming the tip of her tongue around in the sloppy black hole of his dilating urethra – not even as a second, slightly less forceful surge of hot seed sludged out from his piss slit to further besmirch her soft red lips and small white chin.

“Awwww... fuuuu-uuuck!”, Zip growled.

The feeling of Lara's slippery tongue-tip writhing around inside one of the most sensitive parts of his cock was almost more than he could take. He had to grab his boss's hair and quickly pull her up from his lap again before he really lost control. The motherload of scalding nut juice that had been boiling in Zip's pressure-cooker black baby makers for the past six hours was mere seconds away from erupting. And as much as he craved the blissful release this would no doubt entail, the techie wasn't ready to nut his load out yet – not with Lara acting so out of character this evening, like some cock hungry sub-bitch. Chances like this came around once in a fucking never. And Zip was determined to make the most of this rare opportunity.

“Okay, boss”, he panted, catching his breath, “you ready to take this fucker down your throat?”

Lara gulped.

“As ready as I'll ever be”, she nodded tentatively.

Pumping the base of his shaft with firm steady strokes, she gave Zip's balls a final hard squeeze, her knuckles whitening as she crushed the techie's fleshy orbs in the palm of her hand.

“Fuck!!”, the black man groaned above her. “Fuckin' easy, bitch!”

Lara smiled up at him, relishing the control she had over her muscular employee.

“Just give it to me, Zip”, she purred, feeling the techie's fingers slide into her glossy chestnut hair as he gathered up a thick fistful of it. “Show me you're a real man. Put me in my fucking place. *Ungh!*... just punish me for always being such a cock-teasing bitch towards you and Alister for the pastmmmmbbllmnn?!”

The rest of her sentence was cut short by Zip's big black cock as the techie pulled Lara's face down and thrust his shaft up between her lips and deep into the back of her hot wet mouth.

“Fuck yeah!!”, Zip grunted with pleasure. “Fuckin' swallow that shit, Lara, you dumb fuckin' bitch!”

Lara scrunched up her eyes and gagged on the black man's shaft as it stretched out her lips. Hitting the back of her mouth it pushed past her tonsils and curled down into the top of her throat. Lara's jaw creaked audibly as it struggled to accommodate the forearm-thick girth of Zip's meaty black dick. She spluttered and retched on it, her nostrils flaring in a vain attempt to inhale, but Zip's shaft had already cut off her air supply. All she could do was choke on the tube of rubbery black meat as it filled out her throat, forced inexorably onward by Zip's hand on the back of her head pulling Lara's face roughly down into his lap.

“Yeah, fuckin' take it, Lara”, the techie grunted down at his boss. “You really do need some fuckin' trainin' if this is the best you can do!”

As if to prove his point, Zip bucked his hips up into Lara's face and shunted another couple of inches of veiny black cock up between her lips. The Tomb Raider retched pathetically on it, coughing and spluttering as Zip's precum-leaking cock head stretched out the middle of her throat.

“I mean seriously, you think this Takeshiro dude's gonna go easy on you, huh?”, Zip shook his head. “Nu-uh, boss... you gotta get ready for some real hardcore face-fuckin' 'fore you set out on your mission. You can't argue with that, right?”.

Lara locked eyes with the techie, feeling his cock twitch inside her throat and spurt out yet another hot lance of jizz. Runners of eyeliner were starting to well-up along her lower eyelids, smoky gag-tears trickling down either side of her face as Zip slowly rolled his hips and pumped the upper eight inches of his cock up into her mouth. She was starting to feel like she had gotten herself in over her head here.

Maybe this had all started out as another one of Lara's cruel exercises in workplace blue-balling, but this time she had gone too far. Zip had her number, and as far as Lara could tell there were only two options open to her now. Either she could come clean with him, and admit to her employee that she really was nothing more than a nasty cock-baiting bitch who got off on making men lust fruitlessly after her delicious young body. Or else she would have to play along with the techie's roleplay 'training', and give him an opportunity to fuck her face for real. And unfortunately for her, Lara's pride made the first option an impossibility. She'd rather suffer the indignity of gagging on a cock for an hour or two than admit to herself, and to the men with whom she had to work everyday, that Lara Croft, the high-society British aristocrat known the world over as the renowned Tomb Raider extraordinaire, was really nothing more than a perverted cock-teasing cunt whose pussy went into spasms of pleasure at the prospect of men secretly beating off over her in acute sexual frustration.

All this flashed through Lara's mind in two seconds flat. And then Zip noticed a palpable change in his boss's demeanour. Her sharp hazel eyes softened, then her gaze fell away from his and down to the ground. Her shoulders slumped, and she nodded, giving her employee the permission he needed to fuck her throat for real.

“Put your hands behind your back, bitch”, Zip grunted. “And keep 'em there. I'm in charge now”.

Lara meekly obeyed him. Letting go of the black man's balls, she crossed her wrists at the small of her back. As she did so, Zip shifted his grip on her head. Holding her mouth down on his cock with one hand still buried deep in Lara's glossy brunette hair, he brought his other hand up beneath her throat, and took hold of Lara's jaw. This gave him all the leverage he needed to force his boss's face further down on his cock.

“Awww.... fuck yeah!”, Zip groaned with pleasure as Lara's throat tightened on his meat, her gag reflex massaging his sensitive flesh in hot rolling waves as he shunted it up into her mouth.

“Ummmmssppshllsh?!”, Lara mumbled something unintelligible.

She seemed to be having a hard time just keeping her coffee down as Zip's thick black cock plundered the depths of her throat. And she hadn't even taken half of it yet. The techie started pumping his hips up into Lara's face, watching as her plump lower lip rolled wetly back and forth over his glistening obsidian shaft. Bubbly ejaculations of saliva started flowing down over Lara's chin. The syrupy liquid splattered in long elasticated strands down onto her cleavage as Zip continued to fuck Lara's mouth, making the Tomb Raider's sumptuous white melons shine obscenely beneath the dim lights of her bedroom.

“Doing good, bitch!”, he panted. “You're takin' about two thirds of my dick down your throat now”.

He intentionally flexed his shaft solid as an iron bar inside Lara's throat, making her retch pathetically on it as she fought to keep her hands behind her back.

“You wanna try for the whole thing, huh?”, he grinned down at her. “Or you think I'm too much for you, boss?”

The techie saw a brief flash of panic pass over Lara's big hazel eyes. At least one part of his boss's mind knew just how far in over her head she really was here, he guessed. But it was gone almost as fast as it appeared, replaced immediately by the grim and steely determination that Zip had witnessed on countless occasions during his missions together with Lara. He could only speculate at what gauntlets of physical or psychological abuse the Tomb Raider had suffered through during her younger days to make her into such a badass, but if that indomitable spirit could be coerced into giving him the nastiest, sloppiest, most exploitative deep throat session of his life, then Zip really didn't give a fuck either way.

Lara never backed down from a challenge; Zip knew this, and he knew she wasn't going to change today. Withdrawing into her mouth, the techie rolled his cock around inside Lara's salivating oral cavity. He thrust himself up into her cheek and bulged out one side of her face, lewdly distending the Tomb Raider's lips, making her drool all over herself like a sloppy whore. In a casual gesture of dominance, he slapped the side of Lara's face where his cock head bulged out beneath her cheek. Under normal circumstances, she would have had the techie's balls on a silver platter for such a show of disrespect. But now all Lara could do was moan and splutter idiotically, fresh trickles of pussy juice sliding down the insides of thighs as she practically wet herself with arousal. Zip was in charge here, and Lara knew it. Her eyes finally lowered in defeat, and bracing herself, she gave her employee an almost imperceptible nod.

“Sure thing, boss”, the black man grinned down at her. “You be sure an' take a deep breath now...”

He lifted Lara's face up from his crotch and gave her a chance to gulp down a few husky gasps of air, rubbing his cock back and forth over her soft ruby lips as she struggled to catch her breath. When she still made no move to stop him, Zip started slapping his meat side to side over Lara's blushing cheeks. He slid it firmly down one side of her jawline, painting the Tomb Raider's chin with another hot spurt of smelly jizz. Nuzzling it up under her nose he made Lara sniff it, then laughed at his boss's lust-tinged expression of distaste, before rubbing it all over her face again, smearing Lara's beautiful aristocratic features with glistening snail-trails of her own saliva mixed with his thick precum. Then abruptly, before she could fully catch her breath, Zip clamped his fingers down hard around Lara's throat. He tightened his grip, making her eyes bulge and moisten with fresh tears, then roughly shoved her face down between his spread thighs again. At the same moment, he thrust his hips upwards and in one smooth motion forced about a solid foot of coal-black cock meat up into his boss's throat.

“SSHMMPLLUUMMPPSH!!”, Lara retched pitiably as Zip's cock filled out her throat.

The techie groaned deep in his chest, pumping his hips upwards in unison with his hands forcing Lara's face down into his lap – fucking the Tomb Raider's throat with hard deep thrusts.

“Yeah, fuckin' eat that dick, Lara, you dumb fuckin' whore!”, he spat down at her.

Gathering up most of Lara's glossy chestnut hair in a messy ponytail behind her head, Zip used it as a hand-grip to pump his boss's mouth more effectively back and forth along almost the full length of his cock. With his other hand he squeezed Lara's throat in a vice-like grip, cutting off her carotid artery and restricting the blood flow to her brain to barely a trickle. The lights were starting to go out behind the Tomb Raider's watery hazel eyes. As Zip pumped her throat relentlessly he could literally see Lara's pupils dilating. Her eyes were starting to roll back in her head, her long mascaraed eyelashes flickering up and down as she gradually lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen circulation in her brain. Her elegant swanlike neck was bulging rhythmically in time with his thrusts as Zip all but hilted his fourteen thick inches of black meat near-balls-deep in his boss's clenching throat. But still it wasn't enough for him.

“Fuckin' get your ass up, bitch”, Zip growled down at Lara.

He stood up, allowing his glistening obsidian shaft to slop wetly out between Lara's gasping ruby lips. A thick ejaculation of bubbly spit and precum splattering out along with his cock, drooling down onto Lara's bare tits as Zip yanked the Tomb Raider up to her feet. Her legs were like jelly. She would have collapsed to the floor immediately had the techie not been holding her up by her hair and throat like a drunk ragdoll. Zip briefly let go of Lara's neck, just long enough to land a harsh slap on the side of her face, whiplashing her hair to one side as she lolled weakly against him with bubbly saliva drooling down over her chin.

“Wakey wakey, boss”, he grinned maliciously, “time for a relocate”.

Lara mumbled something unintelligible in response, not even putting up a fight anymore as her employee dragged her stumbling lingerie-clad form away from the armchair and over towards her bed.

She had a hard time keeping up with him, her legendary agility almost abandoning the Tomb Raider completely as she tripped and blundered on her five-inch stiletto heels every step of the way. It got so bad Zip had to grab a handful of his boss's ass just to keep her on her feet as Lara's long coltish legs buckled beneath her time and again.

The Tomb Raider's sprawling, silk-sheet adorned, empress-sized bed was almost a work of art in itself. Featuring polished mahogany bedposts as thick as Lara's thighs, it was canopied over with filigree satin. Semitransparent curtains of gossamer silk rippled languidly in the cool night breeze floating in through a nearby window. Zip shoved Lara unceremoniously through them, landing a hard spank on her ass as she crumpled weakly onto the bedspread. Before his boss could recover even a modicum of self-possession, the techie hooked his arm underneath Lara's thighs and spun her around on the silk sheets, until her whole body was laying on the bed, with her feet furthest away from him and her neck and head draped back over the edge of the mattress. Lara's mouth lolled open invitingly as Zip took up position in front of her face. Lining up his rigid, glistening black pole with the alluring cavity of Lara's dreamily opened mouth, the techie momentarily stopped in his tracks, stunned by the sight that greeted his eyes.

“Fuck...”, he breathed shallowly with lust.

Lara was an absolute vision. Even after she had been choking on his cock for the past half hour, Zip couldn't deny his boss's almost ethereal beauty as she lay spread out on her bed before him. The late summer moon streaming in through a nearby open window bathed Lara's reposing curves in pale silvery light. Her skin was monochrome, her nipples no longer hot pink, but shiny metallic argent. Where sloppy runners of spit and precum had drooled down from Lara's mouth earlier, while she was gagging on Zip's cock, the Tomb Raider's full natural tits now shone like polished silver beneath the stark, otherworldly glow of the moon. The subtle curves of her striated abs were likewise gilded over with monochromatic light, every smooth line of soft feminine musculature on her thighs and calves accentuated and made even more alluring by the contrasting shades of pitch black shadow and pale white light that played over her flawless skin.

“Gonna have me some fun tonight”, Zip mumbled salaciously, nuzzling his drooling cock-head up against Lara's naturally pouting lips.

The Tomb Raider's weak moans of protest as he started feeding her his meat only intensified Zip's desire to fuck his boss's throat. Holding her jaw open with one hand on the underside of her chin, the techie spread his thighs, squatted down level with Lara's face, and started easing himself slowly into her mouth. His glistening black cock head disappeared between Lara's soft ruby lips, stretching them out to a wide oval. The throbbing plug of meat made her splutter huskily as it hit the back of her throat and delved down past her tonsils. She made some token efforts to push Zip away, beating weakly against his thighs with her fists, her palms ineffectually trembling on his bulging quads, but oxygen deprivation had taken a heavy toll on Lara's cardiovascular system. She now lacked even the presence of mind, let alone the strength, to make any real impact on the black man's thickly muscled lower body, and Zip was able to overpower her with ease. Gathering up both of Lara's hands in one of his own, he pushed them down against her chest and started rolling his hips in smooth pumping motions, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper down her throat, progressively forcing his boss to swallow more and more of his veiny obsidian shaft as he shunted it down towards her oesophagus.

“Yeah, fuckin' swallow that dick, Lara”, the techie grunted. “Cock teasing cunt!”.

Looking down at Lara's neck he could actually see his own shaft moving beneath her skin, a thick cylindrical cock-bulge stretching out the Tomb Raider's elegantly sinuous throat. With each roll of his hips Zip watched his mushroom-shaped helmet plunge a little deeper, claim a little more of Lara's tight wet throat, until he was ten inches deep in his boss's mouth, then a solid foot. The feel of her hot spit-lubed neck tube massaging his meat was even better than Zip had imagined. It was like a slick clenching pussy wrapped tight around his shaft, every one of Lara's hitching gag-reflexes like an oiled-up masseuse's hand expertly working his sensitive member.

Lowering his gaze even further Zip checked out his boss's face beneath his balls. He could see right away that she was barely even aware of what was being done to her anymore. Lara's eyes had rolled up into the back of her head, her half-moon irises flickering upwards on the precipice of consciousness beneath drowsy half-closed eyelids, and she was drooling freely down over her own face. As Zip watched, a bubbly eruption of saliva and spunk exploded from Lara's nostrils, ruining the Tomb Raider's flushed aristocratic features as she gagged heavily on his pistoning cock. And he hadn't even gone balls-deep yet.

“Time for the grande finale, bitch”, Zip panted.

In truth he was barely holding his orgasm back, fighting it down with everything he had in order to prolong his own pleasure. But enough was enough. All Zip wanted now was to finish himself off at last, to finally unload the massive accumulation of backed-up nut that Lara had coaxed into his balls over the past seven hours or so of heavy duty cock-baiting – pump it all straight down the bitch's gagging throat until she fucking choked on it. And it was to this end that Zip now dedicated himself.

He let go of Lara's hands. They flopped lifelessly onto the bedspread on either side of her shoulders. She was completely out of it now, Zip realized, weak and vulnerable, ripe for the taking. Leaning forward, he grabbed the Tomb Raider's tits with both hands, groaning with lust as Lara's buoyant white melons filled his palms beyond their capacity. Her nipples were like hot little fleshy stones pressing up into the centre of his palms, pulsing in time with the beat of Lara's oxygen-hungry heart. Her supple young flesh bulged lusciously between his fingers as Zip squeezed Lara's generous mammaries hard, sinking his digits deep into her tender white skin. Shifting his weight forward, he braced his knees against the mattress on either side of Lara's face, and started using his boss's firm tits as leverage to more effectively fuck her throat.

“Ungh!! Fuck yeah, Lara!”, Zip groaned in pleasure. “Fuck yeah!! fuckin' take that dick like you were born for it bitch!! Posh.... fuckin'.... cock.... suckin'.... rich.... white.... whore!!”

The husky glottal choking sounds and obscene salival gagging noises coming from Lara's chest as he pounded his club-like cock over and over again into her gaping mouth were like music to his ears. The black man's huge heavy balls kept swinging forward and slapping Lara hard in the face, smearing acrid scrotal sweat and copious globules of the Tomb Raider's own spunk-laced spit into her eyes and all over her high well-bred forehead with each lust-fuelled foot-long lunge that Zip slammed down her throat like a battering ram at some Medieval castle gates.

Rearing back one last time, until just the plum-sized head of his cock remained lodged between Lara's spluttering lips, Zip paused for a moment for dramatic effect. Gazing down at his boss's ruined face, he admired his own handiwork – glistening runners of bubbly saliva and chowdery off-white spunk sludging down with slime-like consistency over Lara's flushed aristocratic features. Then he slammed his hips forward with everything he had left, literally hilting all fourteen thick inches of his meaty black cock balls-deep down the Tomb Raider's wrecked throat, until her nose was buried deep in the wiry tangle of his pubic hair.

“Awwww... yeeeaahhh!! you fuckin' EAT that shit, Lara, you dumb fuckin' white whore!!”

But still the release that Zip so desperately craved would not come. Something wasn't right here, the techie began to realize with growing panic. He couldn't cum. It almost felt like something was wrapped around the base of his cock, pressing down on his tubes and preventing his balls from pumping out the enormous reservoirs of spunk that were boiling and churning deep inside his filled-to-capacity sacs.

“What the fuck?!”, Zip gasped.

He reached down to try to free his cock from the obstruction, whatever it was. But his arms wouldn't move. Even more alarming was Zip's sudden realization that his hands were no longer even on Lara's tits. They were up above his head, stretched out on either side of his shoulders and seemingly affixed to some restraints that restricted his movements to barely a few millimetres in any direction, no matter how hard he strained against them.

“The fuck is goin' on here...?”, Zip mumbled drowsily.

Then he opened his eyes. And everything came flooding back. His plan with Alister. Uploading their fuck-slave protocols into Lara's mind. Taking control of her body. Using her to satisfy their own salacious desires for weeks on end. The mission to Hong Kong. Itagaki's club. That waitress, Christie, sucking his cock. Lara's fight. Lara's humiliating defeat. Then a red and gold pair of Air Jordan trainers. Pain, stomach churning agony inflicted by a hard knife hand to the nuts. Then darkness, and dreams. Lust inflected memories masquerading as reality.

Zip woke up. He wished to God he hadn't.

“Ah, at last, our guest has awoken”, a voice somewhere nearby said in dulcet tones.

Zip strained his neck trying to see who had spoken. But it wasn't until a tall, elegantly dressed and classically beautiful blonde woman, who looked to be in her early- to mid-twenties, strode into his line of sight that the techie realized just how utterly fucked he now was.

“Helena Douglas”, he grimaced. “I should have fuckin' known”.

“A pleasure to meet you too, Mr Edwards”, Helena smiled provocatively.

She was dressed in a long and flowing pearl white evening gown made from fine shimmering silk. It clung to the blonde's curvaceous figure in all the right places, while still leaving enough to the imagination to be considered if not exactly classy, then at least not entirely whorish. The dress featured a plunging neckline that showcased Helena's cream-white cleavage to mouthwatering effect. And a long slit ran the full length of the blonde's slender right leg, all the way up from her ankle to the top of her hip, through which Helena's toned calf and sensuously supple thigh now emerged as she sashayed slowly over towards Zip, heels clicking on the shiny marble floor.

“I see you've already become acquainted with my assistant, Ms. Lisa Hamilton”.

Confusion creased Zip's brow for a moment, until he followed Helena's gaze down to his own crotch and found that a striking caramel-skinned beauty with light-brown hair styled in a centre-parted feathered bob was squatting down before him. The girl was firmly pumping his thick black shaft with both of her hands, while suckling wetly on his precum-leaking cock head.

“Oh, fuck!”, Zip ejaculated – verbally, not sexually. “How the fuck did I not notice this shit?!”

Lisa's plump pink lips detached from his glistening cock helmet with a slick popping sound.

“Maybe because I've been sucking your cock for the past forty-five minutes, while you were sleeping, big boy”, the caramel-skinned beauty winked up at him, bridges of syrupy saliva still stretching from her mouth to the tip of his shiny meat. “I guess you kind of got used to it, huh?”.

Still smiling up at him like an air-hostess offering drinks in first class, she started working her thumb-pad quickly back and forth over the underside of Zip's spit-slick cock head, making the over-stimulated clusters of exposed nerve endings there sing with sensation.

“UNGHH!! FUUU-UUCK!!”, Zip screwed up his eyes and groaned deep in his chest. Every sinew and vein in his corded black neck stood out in stark relief as he gritted his teeth and pumped his hips reflexively, desperately trying to unload his balls as Lisa treated the most sensitive part of his dick to a nut-busting edging session that lasted for thirty long seconds.

He would have blown his load in five, or less, if it hadn't been for the tight chrome cock ring wrapped around the base of his shaft, strictly preventing his balls from spurting out the motherload of scalding spunk that had been boiling in them for god only knew how long now.

By the time Lisa relented and went back to just pumping his shaft with both hands in steady milking motions, the black techie was a trembling, sweat-drenched mess. Even Lara had never blue-balled him this badly.

It took Zip another few moments to calm down enough before he could open his eyes and assess his present situation. The room in which he found himself looked like some kind of vast, high-tech sub-basement. There were no windows, and very few lights. Most of the illumination emanated from three huge wall-mounted computer screens on his left. Digital readouts, charts and graphs that Zip recognized as body monitoring software were being displayed on the screens. He could guess whose body they were monitoring – no doubt searching for his weak-spots and measuring his physiological and retinal responses to distinguish falsehoods from truths. This was an interrogation setup if ever the techie had seen one.

“That's right, Mr Edwards”, Helena seemed to be able to read his mind. “Lisa and I will be overseeing your... questioning this evening. Since our boss, Mr. Itagaki, is otherwise occupied with your lovely young companion”.

Zip gulped. They had Lara. This didn't look good. He tested the restraints around his wrists and ankles. They wouldn't budge more than a couple of millimetres, holding him in place with his feet suspended several inches above the floor, and his limbs spread out on a large metal ring, like Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man with a massive boner.

“So”, Helena strode over close enough for Zip to feel her body heat and scent her perfume, then squatted down to join Lisa level with his cock, “let's get started with out first question of the evening”.

She grabbed the caramel-skinned beauty's hair and pushed her face forward onto Zip's rigid black pole, forcing about eight inches of it down Lisa's throat in one smooth lunge. She swallowed it with only minimal discomfort, spluttering more out of surprise than lack of technique. Showing little regard for her 'assistant's' well-being, Helena started pumping Lisa's face back and forth along Zip's glistening black shaft, making her cough and gag on it as she struggled to accommodate the techie's solid three-inch girth.

Zip groaned with pleasure-tortured agony, his balls hitching reflexively as they tried and failed to unload their reservoirs of boiling spunk.

Helena smiled up at him.

“Why did you and your shapely friend really come to Master Itagaki's nightclub this evening, Mr Edwards?”

To be continued....
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