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not over eighteen you must leave RIGHT NOW. I am not joking, the law
prohibits anyone under the age of eighteen from viewing material of
this nature - that is why you are unable to purchase Playboy,
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or I may find myself being burnt at a stake by various religious
political parties. Understand this - I WILL ONLY CORRUPT THE MINDS
OF THOSE OVER EIGHTEEN, THE REST OF YOU MUST STAY PURE AND
INNOCENT!!!
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Lara's Defeat
Part Two.
"Ooooh, Pierre," moaned the Stewardess - Linda - as she
felt the Frenchman's hand slip under her bra and cup her large
breast.
"Yes," hissed Pierre through clenched teeth,"These are very
nice."
His free hand moved behind her back and his skilled fingers
undid the clasp of her bra and let it drop down past his arm onto the
floor.
"Mmmm," Pierre moaned happily as he kissed Linda's firm, large
breasts, but for some reason an image of Lara's large chest appeared
in his mind. He ran his tongue across her nipple, while his right hand
came up and fondled her other breast. As she leaned forward in pleasure
his left hand moved down between her legs, snaking underneath the
short uniform skirt and pressing against her panties.
- Soaking, I still have the touch! - Pierre thought with a
laugh.
His cock was stretching against his boxers - his pant were down
around his ankles - and he could practically hear it begging to go
where his hand was.
- Not just yet, little Pierre," the Frenchmen thought, - First
things first. -
Pushing aside the Stewardess' moist panties he slid a couple
of his fingers inside her pussy.
"Ooooh, wow!" Linda gasped out at the unexpected - but
welcome - intrusion,"Your fingers are... wow!!"
Pierre smiled around the tit in his mouth, it was so nice to
have your work appreciated. He pressed the knuckle of his thumb up
against her clit, rubbing the bone across her love button.
"Oooooh!" she gasped,"Wow!!!"
- You're getting repetitive, - thought Pierre, - But I don't
want you for your brain. -
Pierre almost bit down on her nipple in surprise when her
hand moved down and pressed against the bulge in his boxers.
"Ooooh, so hard," she chuckled, and rubbed up and down
along his bulge,"What are we going to do with this?"
Pierre pulled his mouth away from her breast and looked up
at her with a grin, his fingers continued sliding up and down her
cuntlips while his thumb rubbed her clitoris.
"I can think of a couple of things."
-
As Lara stood up her huge breasts pushed against the back of
the overweight, middle age man in front of her.
"Sorry," she said.
"Think nothing of it," he said in a cultured British accent.
As she walked down the aisle towards the bathroom he watched
her ass move and thought, - Heh, sorry for what, you just gave me a
new set of jerk-off fantasies for a month! -
-
Linda gripped the waistband of his boxers and slowly lowered
them down past his hips, his cock springing out and pointing right at
her face.
Sitting on the toilet seat, Pierre watched silently as her
hand wrapped around his cock and slowly slid up and down it, stroking
his member a couple of times and making the Frenchman moan in
pleasure. Then she began to wank him faster and faster, her hand
becoming a blur around his thick, hard dick.
"Wait, wait," he moaned,"You don't want Pierre to blow his
load early do you?"
As she stopped wanking him he pulled her arm up and stood
up of the toilet and lowered her to the floor. She lay on her back
and looked up at him wistfully, spreading her legs eagerly, wanting
him inside of her.
Pierre felt her entire body tense up as his cock pressed
against the entrance of her pussy. She gasped out in pleasure as his
cock parted her soaking cuntlips, pressing inside of her pussy in - of
all places - a air crafts toilet. Pierre pressed his cock forward,
burying his shaft as deeply inside of the Stewardess' pussy as he
could. Then he pulled back as far as he could without actually
pulling out, then plunged back in, his cock slamming inside of her
cunt again.
"Yeah!" screamed Linda,"FUCK ME!!!!"
-
Lara frowned and looked about, no one else seemed to have
heard the scream of pleasure, but if they had just started as she
suspected, they would get a lot louder.
"Damn it, Pierre," she muttered to herself,"Why the hell did
I get involved with a prick like you?"
-
Pierre's hands had slid underneath Linda's back and he was
gripping her shoulders as he thrust forward again and again, clenching
and unclenching his buttcheeks, fucking Linda's cunt faster and harder,
giving her everything he had.
She was a revelation, he had never met a women who liked to be
fucked like she did. He was only just starting and already it sounded
like she was cumming.
Her legs were spread as far apart as she could get them and
her arms were rubbing circles in his back as she swung her head from
side to side, her long blonde hair bouncing around her head.
"Fuck me!" she screamed,"Fuck ME, FUCK ME!!!!"
He began fucking her faster and faster, already he could feel
fatigue building in his hips, but continued nonetheless, loving the
feel of her cunt around his cock, the friction of plunging in and
out, in and out of her gripping pussy. Her big tits were pressed up
against his chest and again he wondered what Lara's would feel like.
- Forget that snobby English bitch, - Pierre thought to
himself, - Her cunt's probably so cold it'd freeze little Pierre
anyway. -
"OOH!!! YESSS!!!! THAT'S IT!!!! FUCK ME!!!!!!!!" Linda was
squealing, and he could feel her body clutching up, her hips arching
up as she approached her orgasm.
"Together..." moaned Pierre,"We'll cum together!"
Pierre loved cumming at the same time as a woman, when their
cunts clamped down on your cock while it shot sperm there wasn't a
feeling on Earth greater.
He could feel the pressure building up in his balls, ready
to explode his cum out into her.
- I hope she is on the pill, because I won't pay for no
bastard son of a slut. -
"I'M CUMMING!" She screamed in pleasure,"OH FUCK, HERE IT
FUCKING COMES!!!!!!"
"Yes!" he groaned as he felt his cum fire out from his cock,
shooting deeply into her pussy just as her cuntlips came down hard
on his cock, clamping down like a vice around his member.
-
Lara watched as the door opened and a sweaty, ruffled
Pierre stepped out. She grabbed him by the arm and shut the door
again so no one would see the Stewardess getting dressed.
"What are you doing?" he whispered.
"You fucking idiot," she hissed at him,"You want to get us
banned from this airline? I could hear that slut squealing out
here in the aisle!"
Pierre looked about,"Just as well no one wanted to pinch a
loaf, no?"
"Only because I sent them back, I had to tell them you've
been constipated for three weeks and that's why you sounded so
happy!"
Pierre looked shocked,"But it was not me screaming!"
"I told them you got a little high pitched when you were
excited, and I got some strange looks."
They made their way back to their seats, as soon as they
were buckled back in Pierre groaned.
"What's the matter?" asked Lara,"Forgot to put a notch in
your belt?"
"No," moaned Pierre,"I just that I need to use the toilet
now!"
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Egypt - Two Days Later.
------------------------
Lara thanked the driver in Egyptian and Pierre snorted in
derision.
"You have a problem?" she asked, during the very long car
ride here they had been grating on each other's nerves even more
than when they had been on the plane.
"Most of them speak two, three languages," muttered
Pierre,"So you don't need to speak Egyptian, just speak English...
besides, it doesn't impress me."
"Why would I want to impress you?" she asked him with a
snort.
"Because I'm so impressive?" he asked with a grin.
She rolled her eyes at the driver as he took the last of
her luggage down and put it on a trolley for her.
"And you can take that stuff in yourself," growled Pierre.
"If you're not man enough to do it... " started Lara, and
the Frenchman grabbed the trolley and pulled it into the hotel
with several muttered curses.
The driver smiled as Lara followed them in, then got back
into his car and drove away.
-
Lara slammed the door shut.
"You did this on purpose!" she yelled at Pierre.
"Why would I want to spend any more time with you than I
have to?" yelled Pierre,"I regret letting you in on this now! I
don't know why I thought I'd need your help."
The Desk Clerk had indeed had their reservation, but only
the one - for a Mr and Mrs Pierre DuPont. There were no other
free rooms in the hotel, or indeed in the city - apparently a
diplomatic convention was going on that had resulted in every
hotel in the city being full... unless one wanted to stay in a
rat infested, urine stained hovel.
"It'll be all right I guess," she said,"It's a pretty
plush carpet, you should find it quite comfortable."
"Why the hell should I sleep on the floor," yelled Pierre
in frustration,"I paid for the room!"
"Are you really going to let a woman sleep on the floor?"
"I've about had it with you're 'I'm a weak little woman,'
bit! I've heard about you, you're tough as nails. Walked right out
of the Himalaya's after a plane crash - so you can rough it easily
enough."
Suddenly Lara's entire demeanor changed, from a tensed up,
angry woman she suddenly took on a gentle, little lost lamb look.
"Gee Pierre, please don't be so mean, I..."
"Oh shut up!!!" cried out Pierre,"You make me sick."
Lara snarled,"ME! I'm not the one who screwed that vacant
little bimbo on the plane!!!"
"At least she had blood running through her veins instead
of ice water! You..."
"Don't even think of saying it," warned Lara.
"You..."
"Just try it Frenchie," she said with quiet, barely
restrained anger,"And I'll rip your nuts off."
He smiled lightly, and spoke slowly, deliberately,"You...
stuck-up... snot nosed.... frigid... little English bitch."
Lara stepped up so her face was within an inch of Pierre's
and bared her teeth at him.
"You pathetic little French bastard, you know what I'd like
to do to you?"
"Do you have any idea what I'd like to do to you?" Pierre
replied, staring hard into her eyes.
She gripped him by the head and stuck her tongue down his
throat.
---
"Check this one out," laughed Anan,"One minute they hate
each other, the next they're fucking like animals."
Tobash grinned at his partner as they sat in the security
room of the hotel, watching various couples (or threesomes or
orgies depending on the occupants) having sex.
"That's a nice ass," said Tobash,"I hope Frenchie gets her
pants off."
"Yeah," agreed Anan,"They better not be one of those
couples who dryhump on the couch all night."
They settled in to watch.
---
Pierre pulled her belt away from her shorts and threw it
onto the bed, his hand slid down her shorts and pressed against her
cunt mound, which was dampening up already.
She moaned in excitement as her tongue continued to explore
his mouth, as his tongue did hers. Her hands slid down his back and
gripped his buttcheeks.
- This is unexpected, - Pierre thought to himself, - But not
entirely unpleasurable. -
His free hand gripped her brown shorts and pulled them down,
they caught around her hips and as she tried to wriggle out of them
without breaking the kiss or his hold on her pussy she found herself
falling backward. Her grip on his buttocks pulled him with her.
Finally Pierre broke their liplock and began kissing down her
chin, over her neck until he came to her breasts. His tongue snaked
out and began flicking her erect nipples through the thin material of
her blue shirt, sending little shivers of pleasure throughout her
beautiful body.
"You have magnificent breasts," he gasped, truly impressed
by her natural wonders.
"Come Pierre," she moaned,"Impress me, you think I haven't
heard compliments about my tits before?"
Pierre - always one to take up a challenge - grinned and
got up onto his knees. Grabbing her by the hips he turned her over
onto her front with unexpected strength, she twisted her back
around to stare at him.
"What are you... ?"
"Shush," he shushed, running one finger down the small of
her back and down her asscrack,"I am speechless, you have
magnificent buttocks."
"Am I some kind of animal now?" she started, but he just
smiled at her as his hands slid up the side of her body, grabbing
her shirt and bringing it up as well. She lifted her arms up and
let her face fall forward into the pillow, allowing Pierre to pull
her shirt up over the back of her head.
- He's just gonna leave it there? - she thought to herself
in wonder, - But? Doesn't he want to look into my eyes while we
make love... or is he just interested in a good fuck? -
She should have protested, perhaps even rolled over and
off the bed; she should have, but it had been so long since she'd
felt a real dick inside of her that instead she raised her hips up
and came up onto all fours - allowing him better access to her cunt.
- Ahhh, - thought Pierre with satisfaction, - She is getting
with the program at last. -
His hands had come back down past her narrow waist and onto
her hips, and now his long, thick cock was pressing against her wet
pussy, actually teasing the cock-starved Englishwoman.
Lara's face remained buried in the pillow, but only because
she was biting down on it to keep from screaming out that she wanted
him to fuck her and fuck her good. She had initiated this encounter,
but he had taken control and she didn't want to seem totally at the
mercy of his cock.
- But what a cock! - she thought to herself, - After so long,
I can't pass up a find like this! -
She gave a gasp of shock as she felt one of his arms slide
down from her hip, over her waist and then the thumb of that hand
press against her erect clitoris.
- No wonder that Stewardess slut was so turned on! - Lara
thought to herself through a haze of pleasure as his cockhead
continued to run up and down her juicy slit and his thumb rubbed
against her swollen clit.
Lara moaned into the pillow as she felt the tip of Pierre's
cock press forward into her tight little pussy. She eagerly pressed
her ass back, trying to get the massive member inside of her minge
but Pierre again displayed surprising strength by holding her hips
in place... he was making it clear that he was in control and he
decided how fast or slow this fuck would be.
- Give it to me you bastard! - Lara hissed inside of her
mind, - Forget this teasing bullshit and FUCK ME!!!!! -
It was almost as if Pierre heard her, because suddenly he was
pulling her hips back at the same time as he brought his forward.
Lara squealed in a mixture of surprise, pleasure and fulfillment as
she felt his big dick pierce her.
"Gahllpfffh!!!" was all Pierre heard, Lara's face was still
buried deep in the pillow, which she was now biting down on... hard.
Her juicy, wet snatch was stretched around the length of his
long, thick cock and she found herself wondering if she had ever
known what it was to be really, truly fucked until this moment.
"It... begins," grunted Pierre and, still clasping her hips,
he began to pull his cock free, relishing the feel of her tight
cunt pulling back on his dick, not wanting to free it. Soon only
the head of his penis remained inside the English Adventurer's snatch,
and then he plunged forward again, once more burying his meat to the
hilt inside her lovehole.
As he repeated this step again and again, driving Lara wild
with the feel of his big cock slamming in and out of her, his thumb
continued to grind expertly against her clit. Then Pierre pulled
yet another sexual trick out of the bag, angling his mammoth member
so that now not only was his thumb rubbing her clit, but the long
length of his shaft was rubbing the underside of Lara's love button.
- Ahhh... I.... this bastard can FUCK!!! - Lara's mind gasped,
still coming to terms with the fact that she was now quite willingly
fucking a man who had been driving her crazy not half an hour ago.
She began pushing her ass back, getting into the motion of
Pierre's thrusts so that each time his cock pushed forward it was
buried as deeply into her eager snatch as was possible.
Pierre had arched his upper body back and was fucking her
in earnest, slamming his cock in and out of her gushing pussy, his
free hand sliding off her hip and over her waist, massaging the
flesh of her huge mammaries. Lara was fucking back just as hard,
slamming her steaming cunt against his pelvis, relishing the
incredible sensation of his thick, hard FRENCH cock pounding away
in her cock-starved cunt.
"I am going to cum inside of you," growled Pierre,"I am
going to shoot deep into you, you British bitch... you like that?"
She barely heard the words, and had long ago given up
stifling her cries of pleasure, now her face was contorted in
ecstasy, and she squealed in animalistic pleasure as she felt the
Frenchman fuck her harder and harder, faster and faster.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! SHIT YES, I'M FUCKING
CUMMING," Lara squealed as she felt the dam break and her orgasm
broke free, smashing through her like a tidal wave.
"UHHHhhhhh... hhh ..." groaned Pierre, hunching up over
Lara's body, his cock shooting several streams of cum deep into
her body as her own cum ran down their legs.
Pierre remained on top of her like that for a couple of
minutes, then with another groan he rolled off her and fell
asleep on the bed next to her. Lara managed a little grin, thinking
to herself, - Huh... outlasted you Frenchie... - and then she too
fell asleep.
---
Anan and Tobash stared in fascination at the two cum-stained,
sleeping bodies.
"Tell me you got that," muttered Anan.
"I got it, I got it," replied Tobash,"You know what this is?"
Anan grinned,"Yeah, our ticket to the big time in pornography,
this baby will make us rich!"
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Site of Professor Golsha's Dig - The Next Day.
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The worker was so busy staring at Lara that he slammed right
into one of the huts, nearly dropping the old cracked vase he was
carrying. If Lara noticed this she paid it no mind, throughout her
like she had grown used to men staring lecherously at her beautiful
body... especially when her breasts had really begun to develop.
Pierre was wearing a light brown jacket with a half naked
woman on the back. This had - of course - pissed Lara off but he
told her that it was good luck and he always wore it on a job... and
she had been too tired and pleased after the previous night's
lovemaking to start an argument.
An Eygptian man of average height and build approached them,
he wore small, rounded spectacles and a white suit of the kind
usually associated with corpulent foreigners. He grinned at them
with impossibly white teeth and when he spoke Lara could have
sworn she was back at her old home, his English was so good.
"Mssr. DuPont, Lady Croft, it is a pleasure," he said,
lowering his head slightly to each of them in turn,"I am Nathaniel
Asabar, Proffesor Golsha's Assistant."
Lara grinned,"Just Lara will do, I'm not a Lady till my
mother dies."
Pierre grunted, looking about as workers bustled to and
thro, carrying things here, there and everywhere... he had trimmed
his goatee somewhat but was allowing his stubble to grow, commenting
to Lara he wanted to try a beard... she suspected he thought it made
him look cool.
"Where is the Professor?" he asked,"And where's this so
called impregnable tomb?"
"Professor Golsha is in his tent about five hundred yards
from here, the tomb... is over there," Nathaniel pointed away to the
left. Following the line of his arm Lara saw the area where the
main cluster of workers were engaged.
"I don't see nothing but a whole lot of natives sitting in
a hole in the ground," complained Pierre.
Lara narrowed her eyes at him, but before she could say
anything Nathaniel let out a bark of laughter.
"Well yes Mr DuPont, what did you expect? A grand doorway in
the side of a mountain?"
Pierre looked a little confused, then he laughed - a little
loudly - and slapped Nathaniel on the side of one arm,"Good one, Nate,
I was just having you on!"
Nathaniel grinned, although his eyes remained still, and Lara
suddenly suspected she knew the reason Pierre had asked her along.
"Come," Nathaniel said,"Let us go and see the Professor."
-
"The problem is..." The Professor was saying to Lara's tits,"Is
that the booby..." he coughed slightly, his cheeks going a little
red,"...traps appear to be interconnected, and disabling one will set
another and then another and another, which will eventually seal off
the main tomb forever."
Lara was poking her tongue - only slightly - out at the
Professor but he didn't seem to notice, in fact he was constantly
licking his own lips.
"I've had other archaeologists come and look at it, I've hired
the very best in the architectural firms... I've even called in a
couple of bitter rivals... none seem to be able to figure out how
to disable it."
The Professor was tall, with fairly dark skin - his mother
had been Indian, his father Egyptian - and despite the heat of the
day he was dressed in a three piece suit. He had greeted Pierre
with little more than the nod of the head - as if the Frenchman was
nothing more than hired help - but his eyes had lit up at the sight
of Lara and he had kissed her hand with the dignity and class of an
English Noble (and Lara had met plenty) before his eyes had become
seemingly fixed to her upper chest.
"Me and Lara, we are the best," Pierre said with a
smile,"Lara's reputation precedes her, and she'll tell you herself
that I'm the best she's had... oops, I mean met," he glared
meaningfully at the Professor, making his intentions clear - This is
my pussy... stay away or else! -
"Well yes," replied Lara, noting that the Professor was
only too eager to turn his attention from the irritated Frenchman
and back to her mammaries,"Perhaps me and 'the Great one' can go
take a look at the tomb now? See if we can catch something all the
experts and such missed?"
The Professor nodded at once,"If you can figure out the way
in, Ms Croft, I wouldn't hesitate to add a ten percent bonus!"
Pierre's eyes lit up, if he'd been a cartoon there would
have been dollar signs and a 'ker-ching, ker-ching' noise. A 10%
bonus on top of the already sizable sum the Professor had promised
to pay (And Pierre hadn't been foolish enough to tell Lara the true
amount... oh no, she could get by fine on her own) would see the
French explorer able to live in comfort for the rest of his life...or
have a really great couple of years!
Nathaniel grabbed a white hat of the smaller desk in the
corner of the tent and slid it on.
"Follow me please, lady and gentlemen."
-
The hole had a seventy-five yard radius, there were several
layers, with workers brushing away at small, roped off sections,
revealing the bygone relics of an ancient age.
At the bottom of the hole was yet another hole, but as they
made their way further down the site Pierre made out stairs leading
down to a small doorway.
- That's the entrance? I thought it would be huge? - The
Frenchman thought to himself.
"...found the first stair we thought we'd come across
the remains of an old building,"The Professor was saying, but then
as we moved farther down I began to notice small, very faded
inscriptions... impossible to make out but obviously of importance."
"There weren't many taggers six thousand years ago," joked
Nathaniel.
"Then we came to the stone corridor and found the door, and
after translating the hieroglyphics we were amazed to discover we'd
found one of the Pharoahs of the Lost Dynasty."
"Hmmm?" Lara asked.
"When we say lost," replied Nathaniel,"We mean we have found
artifacts from before that time and after than time, but never
from the time itself.
We don't know why the Pharoah was buried in a basically
Underground tomb, although we suspect he may have been overthrown
and buried by loyalists who meant to move his body to a more
auspicious location when they had overthrown the rebels...."
"Of course that doesn't explain the complexity of the
traps and the tomb itself," interrupted the Professor,"We hope to
discover more when we get inside the burial chamber."
Lara had noted several very large men standing above the
hole as they made their way down the stairs, now as they came to
end of the small stone corridor she saw two more.
"Security?" she asked.
The Professor sighed,"I'm afraid grave robbery is not a
thing of the past, and in a case like this we can't even risk
having someone enter the first chamber and accidently setting off
even one booby-trap."
"Like the dominos, no?" asked Pierre,"One starts another?"
Nathaniel nodded,"I couldn't have put it better myself, Mr
DuPont."
The two men turned and pushed on the door, which moved from
the doorway almost begrudgingly. Then they stood aside and the four
entered the tombs main chamber.
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End Part Two (Of Four)
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