Lady Croft 5

She reached back and held her buttocks open with her hands, making sure I could get all of her tight pink anus that I wanted. She whimpered and squirmed, almost able to make me believe that she hated the ravishing she’d been asking for.

“So good… so wrong…” she panted. “Keep licking… there… it’s so awful of you… making me feel this way… good… it’s so… wrong that this feels good…”

I pushed my tongue into her asshole—felt her warm, giving flesh all around it, starting to relax, to surrender. Lara’s ass looked so wonderful, I was tempted to pull back from licking it just to get another look at its rounded perfection.

But what really tempted me was fucking it, knowing I’d licked her to the point where it wouldn’t hurt, where she’d enjoy it.

“Feel good?” I asked her between kisses on those immaculate buttocks. I got to my knees and spat on her anus.

“Feels… good,” Lara sighed. “I do want your cock in me… I want to be fucked up the arse… do it, you ruddy beast, go on and do it!”

I reached between her cheeks with a finger and pressed in until I felt her tight sphincter give like it had for my tongue.

“Good Lord,” she moaned as I worked it in. She was still tight, but a much more comfortable, cooperative tight than when I’d started. I slid all of my finger in. Lara bit her lip, whimpering.

“Damn good,” she panted. “So damn good… want your cock, love… want you to come… fuck me there… don’t keep it from me, let me have it!”

I drew my finger out, drawing the pad of it gently along the contours of her tight passage, seeing her mounds tense and quiver at being sodomized even that much. Lara’s supple lips were open wide, parted in a sensual moan as she undulated with the rhythm of me going back in, coming back out. Lara stared over her shoulder at me, her eyes begging for more, the quiver in her lips telling me of her girlish fear of the pain… or perhaps how good it would feel.

I had her anus nicely lubed up now and my prick felt like it would burst from seeing her wiggle around like she was. I spat in my other hand and smeared it on my cockhead, knowing I’d need all the help I could get to put my present erection into her too-small hole. Then I went in, pressing my swollen cockhead between her cheeks.

“Oh yes,” Lara mewled. “Holy fucking shit, love… I’m finally getting you in me…”

I worked my knob around in vexing circles, wanting to intimate Lara just a little more with how she’d be ass-fucked before I went through with it. I could barely hold back, though. I forced the thick glans in, feeling her grommet tighten when I tried to get through it. She clenched her buttocks together, a firm grip on my cock as I gained an inch inside her, enough to make Lara wheeze like she was giving birth.

“Oh Lord… it’s so big… so much of it!” Lara gasped. “Your cock’s the biggest… ever had in my arse… doubt I’ll sit down for days!”

“You lead an active lifestyle,” I quipped. Then I grew serious: “I’m putting it in, Lara. You’re getting it. This is where you need it, where it was meant to go.”

She looked back at me, panting, her eyes huge. “Such cheek. So familiar. Remember your place.”

“I remember, Lady Croft.” I began to slide my prick in, stretching her despite her flesh’s reluctance. Her eyes were hot with excitement before they shut. “My place is inside your dirty little hole.”

Her teeth sank into her lower lip. She spoke with an effort. “You want to top me? Then don’t stop, don’t you dare stop. I want you to fuck my arse. Don’t hold back, just let me have it. Just ream me good and hard—show me how much you can take!”

I felt her writhing in delight while I entered her, Lara groaning at the sodomy, pounding her fist below her, but getting off on it—I could smell her cunt perfuming the air. I pushed harder, putting more and more of my length in. Lara’s body shook violently, ecstasy spiked with pain, teeth gritted as she bore what I was doing to her. Her nipples jutted out from her pleasure, drool collecting on her lower lip. She was loving it as much as I was—putting up with the pain so long as it got her off, as I got her off.

Her ass held me tight, but after I pulled out and went back in, even further now, she stretched. Making way for the added inches I wanted to give her. Lara even mewled submissively when she felt me go deeper, actually nodding at the fact that I wasn’t holding back, I was giving her what she wanted despite the pain.

I leaned in on my knees and then lay on top of Lara, her thick glutes jammed around the base of my prick. I nuzzled her ear, licked the lobe, tried to comfort her a bit even as I impaled her.

“Enjoying yourself, Lady Croft?” I asked, pulling back a bit to relieve the pressure, then going right back in.

“So… much… cock…” Lara gritted out, torn between appreciating the mercy and wishing I would give her more, no matter if it wrecked her ass. “Fuck me! Fuck your ladyship’s ass! Why would I ask for your big dick unless I wanted all of it?”

My hips swayed back, making Lara feel my absence up to the last inch, and then I rammed in hard, still with Lara’s earlobe between my teeth. I was shoving it into her good, feeling her asshole grip me as much as it could when I was pumping in and out. It felt incredible—from the way Lara shook, I could tell it was almost too much for her. But none of that was nerves. She was riding the crest of a tsunami, her anus taking my cock better than ever, leaving her nothing but pure pleasure.

She really was an anal slut, much as she tried to cover for it.

I ass-fucked her fast and hard, nearing the precipice. The pressure inside her was insane, no matter how smoothly she was taking being sodomized. I felt like I just had to stop for a moment, really feel her passage roiling around me, and I’d hit my release.

“Feels—great—Lady Croft—gonna come!”

“Not yet! Keep giving it, love, don’t come before you’ve… oh God… really pounded my ass!”

If I hadn’t done that yet, I didn’t know what I was doing. But my hip kept thundering against her luscious ass, me pumping into her as hard as I could to make sure her tract took as much of my thick member as I could give.

Suddenly, with a sharp cry, Lara arrived, her body twisting and jerking under me. With a final blissful sigh, she went limp, but my cock was still picking up speed. I kept at her until it was like all the rebounding pleasure of impact after impact had nowhere to go.

My prick spurted, shockwaves of ecstasy crashing through the delight I thought I’d felt. I collapsed on top of her, all of me feeling as soft as my deflating cock, aside from leftover spasms rolling through me.

“Thank you, Lady Croft, for the wonderful gift you’ve given me.”

She giggled her way into a snort. “Now, now, none of that now that the party’s over. I do hate putting on airs.” She shook her head ruefully, pressing her naked body to mine. “Some days I don’t know why I ever bother with my pussy. Being fucked up the arse is so…” She sighed.

I smiled shyly, about to tell her how much I shared the sentiment—at least, when it was her arse—when someone else spoke for me: “What in the hell is this?”

A brilliant light speared us from an open door; we were spotlighted as surely as if we were up on the stage. I must’ve turned stark white, while Lara simply looked amused.

Sam Nishimura stood over us… I’d done enough research on Lara to know who she was, and heard enough rumors to have a pretty good idea why she was so upset.

“Sam, this is my new biographer,” Lara said, patting my shoulder. “Get this down, boy: you can come with another woman, eat her out, finger her, sixty-nine her, and even use a strap-on, but the real kink is always to see her in action with a man, a stud, to truly appreciate her femininity. If you’re going to make love to a woman, she has to give men as much of a thrill as other women. Otherwise, what’s the point? That’s why Sam’s just brimming with arousal, thinking of me taking your cock… she’s quite simply rocked by how much more desirable I am now that a man is giving voice to all those dirty thoughts she halfway suppresses. And so, now that we have an audience… best two out of three?”

I thought Sam would storm out of there… maybe after slapping us both in the face.

But all she did was sit down quietly and raise an eyebrow—waiting for an answer.

I halfway wondered what I’d lose on this round of betting. Then again, I had no intention of losing.

“You’re on.”

Sam licked her lips.