Arthur Williams was excited, to say the least. Not only was he a first-year student at his dream university, but he was studying for his dream career. More than anything else, Arthur wanted to be an archaeologist.
The young man wanted nothing more in life than to go on grand adventures. He wanted to find bones, artifacts, and lost cities that had not been seen by another human for centuries.
Furthermore, he wanted to be like his idol, Dr. Lara Croft. Well, a male version of her, anyway.
Lara Croft was not any dirt jockey. She was beautiful, cunning, smart, and charming. She held herself with an effortless grace and intelligence that left anyone who met her stunned.
And what was more? Young Arthur Williams had her as his Intro to Congolese Archaeology professor. Because he had achieved the highest score on the first cumulative exam, he had been offered a tour of the brilliant doctor’s mansion.
The tour date was set on a Saturday, given there was no school. Despite it being a weekend, Arthur was still seeing his professor, who also just so happened to be his intellectual hero.
He knocked on the door was a steady and firm wrap of his knuckles, but nothing demanding. His wait was not long, given the size of the bona fide mansion he stood on the stoop of. It was a classic Surrey mansion with an English country gentry feeling. The estate was not so far moved away from the city that it would be burdensome.
When the door opened, his jaw nearly hit his leather loafers. There stood the esteemed doctor. Instead of her usual pantsuits or pencil skirt and smart bouse which Arthur was accustomed to, she was wearing a silky bathrobe.
The young man was unable to stop himself from letting his gray eyes wander down her athletic frame. Those eyes of his took in her hourglass hips, her toned, tanned thighs, down to her Stubbs & Wootton slippers.
“Mr. Williams? Aren’t you a little early for our appointment?” the doctor asked, synching her gown tighter around her. It appeared an innocent enough act.
The young lad licked his suddenly dry lips. “I-I don’t believe so, Professor. It’s half past 2:00.”
Lara blinked her bourbon-brown eyes at her student. “Well, isn’t that something. Come inside, then.” She opened the door wider and beckoned him to follow her.
“Perhaps last night’s Spring Forward time change confused your schedule?” Arthur offered.
Lara looked back at the young man over her shoulder. “That would about do it, hmm? A lot of the time pieces in this house are antique. Not a lot of digital appliances,” she explained.
“I can wait here while you change, if you’d like?”
The older woman let out an exhale of a laugh. “You prefer your curators to look a little more the part then, Mr. Williams?”
He couldn’t see her face—nor was that where he was looking. Dr. Croft’s silk robe was maybe two inches below her ass. And what an ass to be staring at. Had Arthur not been a genuinely devoted student, he would find it extremely hard to pay attention in class.
“Whatever you feel most comfortable in, Professor,” Arthur said, his voice strangled with want.
“Hmm,” the professor marveled as they came to a large foyer. It wasn’t often that Arthur had been in a house with two foyers. This was hardly your average “house,” however. “You can come with me to my room. Might as well show you about while we carry out that mission as well.”
Arthur cleared his throat and actively had to look away as his favorite academic instructor began to climb the steep old stairs. He dared to steal a single glance. What he saw made him narrowly avoid falling down the few steps he had ascended.
Dr. Lara Croft wasn’t wearing any panties.
Arthur had to bite his tongue to stop himself from saying something, to not make some kind of startled noise. That wasn’t to say he was complaining. That wasn’t the case at all. What red-blooded 18-year-old university student wouldn’t love to see their sex symbol of a professor unknowingly bearing it all for him?
Was Arthur a little miffed that the most attractive woman on campus was his professor? Of course he was! This slow-walk of hers up the stairs was helping. The tent forming in his slacks was not.
Arthur didn’t understand how the walk up a few flights of stairs could take so long. Instead of climbing or even walking like he expected, Lara Croft chose to saunter. The sway in her hips, the deliberate gate at which she walked… that had to be deliberate.
But if it was, why? What could Dr. Lara Croft possibly gain from cock teasing her first-year student? Whatever it was, Arthur would have to think about it later as they came to the top of the stairs, and he was nearing full erection.
“My bedroom is this way, Mr. Williams,” Lara said casually, not caring to adjust her navy-blue robe that offset her soft brown eyes. During the walk, the front had eased open a little. Arthur had been graced with a most scintillating view of the brainy professor’s cleavage as she turned around to speak to him.
The way to her master bedroom was every bit the tour she alluded it would be. The third floor of the estate’s main hallway was lined with display cases and priceless pieces of art.
Without having to read a single placard, the good doctor knew exactly what each one was, how, and where she got it.
“Many of these have quite the story behind how it came to be in my possession. But we don’t have time for an entire lecture on each piece. We hardly have time for my wardrobe change, given how much there is to cover.”
“You don’t have to change, if it would inconvenience you, Professor.”
Dr. Croft arched a perfectly maintenanced eyebrow at the young man.
His own eyebrows joined his hairline. His mouth fell agape. Good lord, he had just said that aloud. Silly young man.
“Quite fond of my current wrapping, are you?” she teased in the sultriest voice he had ever heard.
He felt his cock twitch.
Lara’s lip twitched almost in sync with the young man’s member. “Do I make you nervous, Mr. Williams?”
A curious question, he thought. But not an unfounded one.
“Yes,” he admitted softly.
The lioness smiled predatory and crooked her finger for him to follow. She began to walk backwards, and Arthur licked his lips as he followed.
He wasn’t even sure if his body was his anymore. He knew his knees were bending, his feet moving forward. His breathing was coming in shallow like he was nearly done with some momentous hike. But he hadn’t been.
When Lara turned to face forward, she rose on the balls of her feet. The bottom of the robe softly swished and alighted, showing the rounded bottom of her cheeks.
Arthur felt his forehead starting to sweat. It was going to be an exceedingly long wait outside her bed chamber while she changed into more proper attire.
When they reached Dr. Croft’s room, however, she didn’t close the door in his face. She pulled him inside with her. And didn’t close the door.
She did, though, push him against the wall. The hardened but lovely doctor sized him up with her sharp, calculating eyes.
“Do I intimidate you, Mr. Williams?”
The young first-year student in question licked his lips. “Yes,” he muttered a second time in a row. “Very much.”
Then, out of nowhere, a burst of confidence came into him like the Spirit. “But you also excite me.”
A look of surprise flashed across the older woman’s features, and then a coyly smile.
“That’s good. I like that.”
Without any warning, she grabbed her pupil by the lapels and swung him from the wall. As if tossing a rugby player, she horsed him across her large suite to crash onto the bed.
“P-professor?” the stammered, his eyes wide but he was also harder in his pants than he had ever been.
“We seem to have a problem, Mr. Williams,” the esteemed academic said. She walked across the room to her large windows, over to the floor-to-ceiling curtains. Under Arthur’s confused gaze, she freed the satin curtain tethers and returned.
“You’re easily my best student, she said as she slipped the tether under a wrist and brought it to the corresponding bed post. “But you’re still easily distracted by me.”
Lara went to the other side of the bed and tied his other arm. “We need to get it out of your system.” As the words left her educated and supple lips, she untied the stay at the front of her robe.
Arthur craned his head, dying to watch her push it from her rounded shoulders. Lara wasn’t just a model-esque, skin and bones woman. No, she was athletic, physical, and meaty. She could out-pull-up most of the university, but she had an ass and tits every girl on campus would kill for. To Arthur, she was the package.
Unfortunately, the package was in a very teasing and insufferable. Lara left her robe open, but still very much on.
Arthur wiggled under the ties. He found that the satin stopped them from chasing, but the survivalist that was his professor knew how to tie a steady knot.
“You’re not getting out of there until I deem fit, young man,” the older woman purred as she stood next to him.
“Why am I tied down? What are you going to do?” Arthur had an idea, but he knew what they say when you assume. He also couldn’t quite fathom in his inexperienced mind what he was about to endure.
The young man got his first taste as the busty governess ran her hand up his leg. She left his legs free, knowing it would make her machinations easier to carry out.
“Are you erect, Mr. Williams?” the doctor of archeology asked calmly.
“W-what?” Arthur asked. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her. How could he with the anticipation, with his dream woman adorned only in an open robe?
Lara rolled her eyes. She did not have time for this. The doctor elevated the game and cupped his crotch. “Are you hard?” she asked with a firm tone.
“Yes! Yes!” Arthur answered as if the pressure she applied was enough to crush his tender balls.
The long-haired woman smirked. “My-oh-me. I do intimidate you.” It wasn’t a question that time.
She was going to use the knowledge if this young man to her great advantage. The good doctor was going to see just how high she could get his pulse raising.
Leaning over her strapped-down pupil, her firm tits dangled out if her robe. Arthur’s eyes widened at the glorious site. It was the distraction Lara needed.
While Arthur stared at her large breasts like the predictable young man he was, Lara grabbed his shirt and pulled.
Buttons shot across the room as Dr. Croft easily separated the two panels of his shirt. He was not wearing an undershirt.
Lara clucked her tongue as she scraped her long, pointed nails over his hot flesh.
Arthur was rather long in the torso, his arms lanky. He was quite skinny, but not worryingly so. Certainly not the neglected kind of wasting away. He was a young man who still had to fill out his frame.
The young man’s chest rose and fell with the surprise of his favorite shirt being ruined. A small price to pay for having his dream Aphrodite touching him like she was.
The cougar of an educator was clearly in control here. And frankly, Arthur was glad for it. He had no idea what to do with that much woman.
So, he thanked his lucky stars as Lara Croft climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips. He was quite aware that she had no panties on under the robe. It was her hot sex itself, sitting on his bulge.
She leaned down and didn’t kiss his lips. Instead, she kissed his neck. Her tongue lapped at the juncture between his shoulder and neck. He squirmed, unable to help it.
Lara smiled coyly against the flushed skin. “Never had a girl kiss you like this?”
“No, Professor,” young Arthur confirmed.
“Then you’ve definitely never been kissed like this… by a woman.” Lara grazed her teeth against the column of pale skin. She didn’t even care that she was marking him. All the lads at university would see it Monday, and head be the talk of the class. Good for him, she thought. Just the reputation boost he needed.
The experienced lover began to roll her hips, knowing how good the friction of ironed dress slacks on her bare cunt felt. It wasn’t her first time, and it wasn’t her first time in this exact position.
Arthur was harder than a rock as he tilted his head back. His favorite professor and wet dream model gave him hickeys all over his neck while grinding on him. He wasn’t even sure this was real.
As if reading his mind, the adventuring bad bitch atop him reached between their bodies and flicked his nipples. They certainly weren’t as large as Lara’s dusky pink with a hint of brown nipples. But his were still sensitive and reacted to the teasing. It was enough to prove to him that he wasn’t dreaming.
Arthur longed to get out of the ties. He wanted nothing more than to roam Lara’s curves, to feel her muscles and soft skin. He adored her hard-earned body, and he wanted to show her that. Dr. Croft may have been pushing up towards 40, but her body had yet to get that memo.
The young man’s thoughts died in their tracks when his dream woman slid further up his body. Lara pushed the robe further from her shoulders to let her full breasts spill into Arthur’s face.
“Go ahead, young man. I know you’re a fast learner,” she teased.
With her melons right in his face, Arthur couldn’t turn down the buffet. He buried his face between her cleavage and left the hefty pillows consumed him. Not wanting to keep her waiting, he moved his head to the side and licked around her nipples. He knew better than to go straight for them.
“Well,” Lara said in a pleased breath. “You’re surprisingly intuitive.” She had gone through some older lovers that went straight to sucking and lapping at center mass instead of teasing. Arthur somehow kept his head about him better than some self-proclaimed “lady’s men.”
Arthur sighed contentedly as he mapped out Lara’s wonderful bosoms with his lips and tongue. She hadn’t pointedly asked him, but he figured she must have figured out he was a virgin. To have the first breasts in face be those of Dr. Lara Croft was a dream come true.
She wasn’t just a college girl he’d forget about after two years. She was a legend, internationally respected and lusted after. And here he was, tied down in her bed, at her whim and command.
“A good start so far,” she said with a smirk. Then, she made his wildest fantasies come true. Lara finally took her robe off completely. She held it right over the side of the bed and dropped it to the floor. Dr. Croft was completely naked, unashamed, and gorgeous.
Arthur’s cock had never been harder, and he had never been closer to tearing through his slacks.
“It’s time for you to try your first pussy, Mr. Williams.” The exotic professor readjusted herself so her bald snatched was hovering right over his face. Her hands gripped the stately wooden headboard for balance.
As Arthur looked up, he could see his muse was already wet and glistening. A little drop of that vagina’s ambrosia fell and landed on his lip. He shot his tongue out and got a warm-up taste. Just that little sample told him he wanted her. He wanted that hot bunny all over his face.
“Professor…” Arthur moaned with need. As strained and uncomfortable as his cock was at that moment, all he could think about was how much he needed his tongue to be buried in her wetness.
After hearing her name in that strangled plea, she didn’t have to ask if he was ready. She lowered herself slowly, and before she was properly positioned, Arthur craned his head up, tongue out.
Lara let out a surprised gasp. She hadn’t expected to feel his tongue on her so soon. Especially not so boldly, licking her from exposed asshole to mid-labia.
“You’re a horny little thing, aren’t you?” the Lady Croft sniggered. All the same, she readily seated herself on the throne of Arthur’s face.
The young man growled his approval. He loved how warm and slick she was. The heady and bold, almost citrus taste of her arousal on his tongue drove him wild. He would have her nectar in his afternoon tea every day if he could.
Arthur pulled against the soft ties at his wrists, wishing he could hold her hips, play with her ass, anything! Instead, he would need to rely on his lips, his tongue, mouth and nose.
Lara sighed contentedly as Arthur familiarized his mouth with her intimate bits. He was certainly inexperienced, but he was also intelligent enough not to rely on desire. This young man didn’t just rest on vigor.
No. He started slowly, but with great passion. Arthur’s tongue moments were slow, but sure. He made no sounds, listening for Lara’s instead.
At the slightest hitch of breath, the littlest sigh or mewl, he would double down on that move. Dig his tongue a little deeper into that spot, harden his tongue and apply more pressure.
“You have the basics down, just like I knew you’d find them,” Lara said, a flush on her cheeks. “Now try to keep up.”
Arthur wasn’t sure exactly what she meant. Until she started bucking her hips.
She was riding his face. Lara Croft was rubbing her wet pussy up and down his chin, lips, and nose. The friction of his stubble mixed with the wetness of herself, and his tongue was divine.
The sounds Lara made from atop Arthur made his cock twitch and swell. He started bucking his own hips, so desperate for his own release. The inside of his pants gave little friction, but some stimulation. It would take him a while to find his own climax from it, and he hoped his one-time mistress would give him more reprieve sooner than later.
As the beautiful woman above him ground her hips faster, Arthur realized something. She didn’t need him to keep up. She was a strong and independent woman that just needed his face for texture.
While Arthur kept humping the inside of his own pants, he wizened up and stuck his tongue out.
Lara threw her head back and moaned as she had the entire flat of his tongue to slide her lips and core over. Her taste stuck to his tongue, giving him what he wanted. Both were happily paid during this event.
With a but back and ladylike cry, Lara shuddered and came on Arthur’s face.
Once again, he began to suck and lap at the adventuress’s center. He wasn’t letting any of her taste go to waste. It also helped to elongate her climax.
Satisfied with the work of her pupil, Dr. Croft raised her juicy cunt from his face and planted it back onto his crotch. She ground her hips as she licked all over his soaked features.
Arthur groaned as the experienced woman collected her own moisture from his face. Then, she slapped him.
He opened his mouth to inquire as to what he had done. Before words could leave, she spit on his tongue, making him taste her yet again. He swallowed, and the good doctor purred possessively.
“Good boy,” she purred. Something in that simple phrase, how she said it, hit the circuiting of his brain and his toes curled. “I think you’ve earned a little something for that.”
Arthur’s mind raced with the possibilities. He wouldn’t dare guess, however. This woman knew more about sex and what she wanted, what he needed, than he could hope to.
A look of relief quickly washed over his face when she got off him. There was a wet and slightly creamy spot where she had been grinding on his bulge. And it’s right where her mouth went.
Lara opened her mouth wide and took the outline if his manhood between her stretched lips. He felt her tongue lapping against the soft material. He had no doubt he could still taste herself on the black fabric.
What he hadn’t expected was Lara to be so dexterous and skilled that she could undo his snap and fly with her teeth.
“Oh, wow,” he breathed. His poker face was horrendous, and it made the illustrious doctor and vixen giggle into his lap.
If he predicted her fully removing his pants, he was a fool. She did, however, snake her hand into the pouch of his soft boxer-briefs and wrestle his hard cock and full balls out.
“Well,” Lara said, her almond shaped, brown eyes popping open. “I believe it’s my turn to say oh, wow.”
The sultry doctor was full of surprises that afternoon. If Arthur had foreseen a simple hand job, he was again misled. Because instead, Lara maneuvered to take the head of his cock between her supple lips without her hands.
“Oh, dear lord!” Arthur cursed, his head falling back to the down pillows as he felt a woman’s mouth around his cock for the first time. Warm, wet, soft, and squishy. So much better than his hand. His hand also didn’t make delicious little noises.
Lara Croft, black belt badass, survival expert and heavily lettered woman, was also a world-class cock sucker. She simply excelled at everything she put effort into. This, however, was something she did sheerly for fun.
Arthur had to do everything in his power to stop his hips from rising off the mattress. He had no idea how his mistress would react to him fucking her mouth. The young man wasn’t about to risk losing her perfect mouth and tongue.
Even though Arthur had no other work to compare it to, he had a strong feeling that the way Lara could wrap her tongue around him, could tease his cock slit, was exceptional. It also didn’t take him long to discover that he didn’t need to do anything to get more of her mouth on him.
Dr. Croft should have also had a PhD in deep throating. With a hand massaging Arthur’s heavy balls, she greedily pushed her face all the way down. His short pubes tickled the tip of her nose as she breathed in his musk.
Lara rose back off with a pop, a long but thin line of spit still connecting them. She slipped her tongue across her puffy lips, separating the strand. The little string fell and then adorned her chin. “I know you’re new to this, she said. “I don’t want to get you too close with just my mouth.”
Arthur tried to shift as much as the ties would let him. “I couldn’t promise I’d taste that good, anyway.”
Lara shook her head and lightly slapped his face. “None of that. Confident women do not find self-depreciation attractive. It’s a deterrent, honestly. Modesty, being humble, are different, however.”
Despite her lecture—which her young man took notes on— the jungle queen took up her residence, yet again, on his hips.
“You have a genuinely nice cock, Mr. Williams. It’ll take practice, but you’re not bad with your mouth. You have some things going for you. Don’t ruin it.” She lightly slapped him again, but in a chummy sort of way.
Arthur nodded, telling her with motion that he was listening to what she had to say.
Lara made Arthur’s toes curl again when she slipped her thumb into his mouth and pressed down on his tongue. “Say, ‘yes, Mistress,’ when I give you instruction.”
Arthur’s eyes widened and his cock surged under her thigh. “Y-yes, Mistress,” he repeated. She rewarded him with a smile.
“Good boy,” she told him again. Another pulse. A knowing smirk crossed her flushed lips and her eyes gleamed. “You like that,” she teased. “My good little student.” She pressed on his tongue harder, making him open his mouth for her to spit again.
“It’s time to make you cum now, Mr. Williams.” Those demanding words from Dr. Croft made every fantasy he had ever dreamed fall to ash. Nothing his mind could generate would ever compare to hearing the real words.
Lara raised to her knees, licked her hand, and wrapped it around his hard cock. “The veins are going to feel so good in me. The curve is going to be splendid.” The needy words dripped from her mouth like decadent caramel.
Arthur gasped and he nearly came right there as his head pierced Lara’s sacred lips.
The experienced lover sinking down onto Arthur’s cock at once recognized the glassy look taking over his gray eyes. She slapped him again, but this time with intent. “No, Mr. Williams. Don’t you dare cum this soon!” she ordered.
“I-I won’t, Mistress!” Arthur tried to promise, but he knew he didn’t have control over such things. “You just feel so good. So tight, hot, and wet. You’re perfect!” he pleaded his case for risking premature ejaculation.
“Well, we’ll just have to do something about that threat, won’t we?” the doctor asked rhetorically. Knowing just what to do, she leaned back, bracing on one arm and reaching behind her to find his full plums. She squeezed. Hard. Hard enough to make him groan, and she didn’t let go.
“God!” Arthur moaned through gritted teeth.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Williams, but we’ll have to teach you conditioning and restraint,” the professor-turned-mistress growled. With Arthur’s balls held firm in her first, she began to lift and drop her hips, fucking herself on his hard cock.
“It still feels good, but… I don’t feel like I have to release as bad.”
Lara smiled victoriously. “Good boy.” She licked her lips. “Because I want to enjoy this wonderful penis, and I want you to have a good, long first time in a pussy.”
“Can you untie my hands, please?” Arthur asked boldly.
His questioned earned a laugh. “Absolutely not.” She didn’t even go as far as to offer him why not. He settled for accepting it as her own kink. He still wanted to touch her, to feel the lines and curves of her goddess’s body, but he was still more than willing to accept this.
What Arthur could do, however, was use his hips. He started to raise his own ass, driving up into Lara anytime she bottomed out. The gasp he earned on the first stroke told him it was indeed a good move.
“Fuck! Yes!” Lara groaned, swiveling her athletic hips wider and with more fervor. “Go ahead, Mr. Williams!” She still refused to release her tyrannical hold on his balls, but Arthur understood it was keeping him from releasing inside her.
Arthur was at a lack for words. The sound of his stiff cock sliding in and out of Dr. Croft, the slap of the back of her thighs hitting the front of his was better than anything he could say. It was his first time, and he was worried that she would ruin him for any young women his own age.
“M-Mistress,” he groaned through gritted teeth. While he was beyond enjoying himself, learning so much, he felt he should protest about his concerns. “You’re breaking me!”
Lara stopped all movement and eased her vice grip on his sac. “Are you okay?” she asked at once. All sexy and dominatrix pretenses were dropped. “Bollucks! I’m sorry. We should have set up safe words!”
“I’m physically okay. Great, in fact,” he assured her. “I’m worried that when I get a girlfriend… she won’t hold up.”
Lara dropped her head back, dark hair falling in waves behind her as she laughed. “Oh, silly boy!” She grabbed his cock and slipped herself right back on it, transitioning into a squatting position.
She bounced on his cock, the slapping stronger and louder as she got herself off on him. With a hand on his chest to steady herself, she worked her clit with the other. “Mr. Williams, don’t worry about that. You’ll just have to teach her what you’ve learned today. Teach her to be a filthy slut, and perhaps you can tie her down.”
Arthur laughed as much as he could while his throat and balls tightened. While Lara deep squatted on him, taking him deep and letting his flared cock head rub her squishy g-spot, Arthur had to try not to cum again.
“Let me know just before you lose control,” his professor demanded, her own breath ragged as she approached a climax.
“N-now!” he warned, his back arching.
The wily Lara Croft had just enough time to pop his used cock out of her and then angle it at the young man.
He wasn’t able to stop. His balls nearly burst, and his thick, creamy load shot all over his own belly and chest.
Arthur’s eyes went wide at the betrayal. He had made a complete mess of himself, and Lara only smiled at him. Rope after rope of pearly, globular semen decorated his pale skin, mingling with his sweat.
“Not bad for your first time, Mr. Williams.” Lara got off the bed and studied his already deflating member. “Especially for being with a woman like me.” It was arrogant, but she had earned it. “Maybe next time you’ll earn cumming inside me.”
“N-next time?” Arthur asked with a combination of surprise and hope.
“That depends on if you keep your grades up, young man. If you earn the highest test score again, you’ll be right back here. And maybe I won’t tie your hands.”