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Lady Croft 3
🕑 Added 2025-07-22 13:00:04 +0000 UTCEven as a boy, I’d never been much for masturbation—six siblings left little privacy for it and when I did get the chance, residual nerves made it less of a pleasure and more of a dutiful obligation to teenage hormones.
It’d never occurred to me how much of a difference there was between doing it to myself and having a beautiful woman do it for me, her breasts pressed into my back, her other hand reaching into my shirt and playing with my chest hair.
“You were just supposed to jerk me off,” I breathed. “That’s cheating.”
“Oh yes,” Lara replied at the forty-second mark. “It’s called being an aristocrat. Try to keep up, darling. As if that bloody hammer of yours isn’t unfair… how is even the nicest girl supposed to resist a great big todger like that? And I am not the nicest girl…”
Thirty seconds. I was halfway home and my spirit flew, thinking that I could actually do this… that in thirty more seconds, I could be fucking Lara instead of simply feeling her touch.
She kept stroking me and stroking me. I tried to ignore it, but it wasn’t long before I felt an expanding ball of heat inside me, wanting desperately to become an orgasm. I couldn’t even argue with myself. Thinking of how I could come in her cunt instead of in her hand only aroused me more. I had to totally deny the sensation, but that made no sense at all to my caveman self, who wanted only to savor this once in a lifetime euphoria.
Twenty seconds. Lara mewled, sounding impressed now: “One nice thing about is this game is that when you do come, I bet you’ll really flood me. I like that, when guys come a lot. It makes me feel appreciated. Even when I’m just jerking them off, I feel like I deserve a huge load. I’m sure you agree. Wouldn’t my face look good, absolutely slathered in jizz? What about my tits? If you came all over them, that wouldn’t be a turn-off, now would it? You’d still want to lick and suck all over them, right? I would. I used to love having a man come in my mouth, but now that I’ve tried licking it from my own tits…”
I shut her out, burning a hole in my watch with my eyes. Five seconds. Four seconds. I made my whole world the countdown, pretending there was no Lara, that I had no cock, that all I was was one moment passing into another. Three seconds. Two. I tightened up every muscle in my middle, bunched up my asscheeks.
One.
Time.
I felt a surge of relief, knowing I’d made it, but I still didn’t let myself come. As good as it would feel, I wanted my prize. I whirled around on Lara and grabbed her in a kiss that got a shrill squeak of distress out of her, while my twitching fingers fumbled at her bottoms, seeking the snap or string or button or whatever would open in.
Finally, I just ripped them away. I rushed Lara onto the bed and mounted her, sparing only a bare moment to take in how ripe she was—her top askew, her bottoms gone, her cunt wet and needy. She spread her legs wide in invitation and before she could finish opening them, I was on top of her, entering her.
It felt like she was on fire and I was lighting myself on her heat. I’d never felt such a hot pussy before and as her heat seeped into my body, I felt my cock straining to get even bigger. Lara let out a wounded cry as I charged into her, again and again.
Her legs went around me, trying to hold me inside her instead of letting me rut her repeatedly, and her arms went around my back to do the same, but I outmuscled her, thrusting in and out and in and out and in and out, all to the sweet sound of her violated distress, cooing and wailing as I left her, returned to her.
“Oh, you dirty boy!” she keened, losing control of her body, only tightening her muscles with the impact of my strokes—arms and legs squeezing me whenever I entered her. “You menace! Fucking me like a nasty bitch, aren’t you? Like I’m just one more slag you can—unnh!—fill up with cum? I bet you think you can smack my ass too. And after you spend in me, you’ll whip that big dick right out of my cunny and slap me with it! I’ll be just another whore you left fucked wide open! Stuffed full of cum… leaking out of me until next bloody week!”
As good as it was to fuck her, hearing her talk like a porn star in that posh accent left me one big cramp, trying to hold back my cum. But it was worth it, as all her talk of being fucked led to her moaning and twisting under me, clearly getting off both from my own efforts and her frenzied fantasy.
I forced my body together with hers, my cock stabbing all the way into her cunt. She gave a loud groan until I had no more left to give her, and then she simply chanted “yes… yes… yes…” under her breath.
I stayed like that with her, feeling her come, loving the feel of her burning walls convulsing all over the length of my dick. It was like I’d shoved my member into a thundercloud, everything pouring rain and booming lightning. Slowly I drew myself out of her, leaving Lara with only my cockhead. I paused that way—her limbs, loose as noodles, weakly flailed against my body.
“Don’t be an arse,” she whined. “Back to work.”
And I did, giving into the growing pull of her legs around my body. Down, down, down, until I’d pinned her to the bed. Careful not to give her too much, too fast. I knew she’d be sensitive after her orgasm and I didn’t want to hurt her, but to work her to another climax.
Up and down, in and out, not letting get out of housing one inch of my cock. I kept at it slowly at first, letting her get used to the plateau she was at, then I went faster and faster—refusing to let her get away without coming for me.
“Double or nothing!” Lara gritted out.
“What?”
“One minute. I suck you. You come. You don’t come… you can have my bum.”
“I’m just about to come,” I admitted.
“Come in my ass,” she said.
“Fuck!” I cried, and rolled off her, closing my eyes and trying to regroup—then opening them again. A moment’s quiet and my head instantly went back to what I’d just experienced, bombarding me with the feel and sense of her. I had to stare at the ceiling, scrutinizing the arch beams like they were the most fascinating thing I’d ever experienced.
Lara popped onto her feet and I couldn’t help but glance at her, especially as she finally took her bikini top off. Her breasts jiggled, exquisite, and she looked at them, pleased, before doing an actual pirouette, stopping to look at herself in the mirror where she’d jerked me off.
It was quite a sight, for me as well as her. I stared at her naked ass, her whole supple body, and I could see her reflection too—heaving breasts, stiff nipples, her swimmer physique flexing and cording with all I’d done to it.
“Bloody hell, I love how I look when I’m freshly fucked,” she announced.
Lara wheeled on me. It occurred to me that, as much as she ‘cheated,’ if she really wanted to win this contest, she wouldn’t be giving me a chance to catch my breath. But here she was. Letting me gather my wits before we began again. It made me wonder just how enthused she was with the thought of being sodomized.
Talk about cheating: she either won her precious bragging rights or she got her kink looked after. Maybe the rich really are built different.
“One thing,” she said, padding towards me with such a rich flush over her already magnificent body that I sat up to embrace her.
She shoved me back down. “Don’t get too familiar,” she continued. “We’ve only just met, after all. You can feel free to fuck me as hard as you like, but you will refer to me as Lady Croft.”
“You’re kidding.”
She got down on all fours, crawling over me, her breasts brushing against my towering erection. Her nipples scraped along my goosepimpled flesh.
“You’re kidding, Lady Croft,” she corrected.
After all she’d let me do, it seemed the least I could do to humor her. “Lady Croft,” I said, as respectfully as I could manage.
“Good boy,” she said, and she came down with those divine lips, to kiss me long and lingering.
