ꟷ THE MOVIE ꟷ
When Lara entered the dark movie theater, the picture had already been playing for half an hour. She didn't care about the movie though; the entertainment she was looking for was a different kind.
The hunger had been striking again lately and it had to be satisfied. Two weeks had passed since she banged the motorcycle gang. She was confident that would still her appetite at least for two months. However, the early cravings starting the day before had proven her wrong. It was during a lecture at the university when basic urges kicked in. Fortunately, a student was giving a presentation when she caught herself unconsciously rubbing her legs together while sitting in a cross-legged position behind the desk. When she realized she had been doing it for minutes, soaking her underwear in lustful wetness, getting herself more and more excited, a small shiver went down her spine. A second shock caught her off-guard when the realization came that she had been literally masturbating in front of the whole class. Not that anyone had detected her public licentiousness, but even the thought that she unawarely pleasuring herself was enough to cause a small panic. Lust had taken control over her, even though for a little while. She knew from experience that if she didn't take care of it as soon as possible, its rule over her body would increase day by day, finally causing an eruption most scandalously, ruining the name Croft, making it a target of ridicule and insult.
So once again she had to think of a way of getting these animalistic cravings out of her system. The late-night matinee of a Scandinavian art film at a small, run-down movie theater was the perfect hunting ground for sex-crazed Lara. She examined the room from behind the back row and saw that the audience consisted of an elderly gentleman, who had already fallen asleep in his chair; a harmless wino nibbling at his bottle whom the theater owner must have let in so he doesn't get soaked by the heavy rain pouring outside; a young couple that was doing a much more innocent version what Lara was planning on doing with her victim; and bingo, a single guy, who most probably was a fine-arts student at the university.
Having acquired her target for the evening, Lara couldn't hold back a mischievous smile. Although the salon was generally dark from the black and white movie, she couldn't risk being recognized in a flash of a bright scene, so she put on her elegant mask with lace flower motifs and began slowly walking down the aisle. The knock of her high heels was muffled by the stained carpet as her figure slanted past the wino, who murmured something unintelligible that might have been a vulgar compliment. She went and sat straight next to the art student, who at first was startled by this woman's choice of seating in direct violation of his private space, since there were numerous empty seats as far as he could see, but didn't complain when he saw her attractive shape under the dim light. Stealing a glance at her long enough to make out the thin figure under the raincoat and the black mask with floral embroidery his attention helplessly shifted from the complex criticism of the post-modern human relations on the screen to this mysterious vamp who appeared from nowhere.
As if she was doing the most natural thing in the world, Lara untied the strap of her coat and stripped out of the wet garment, pealing it off her shoulders as she reclined elegantly to display all the secrets of her voluptuous body to her non-suspecting victim, only to reveal that she was practically naked under it. The boy froze in his seat when he saw that all she was wearing was an expensive-looking brassiere that only had a frame encircling the canvas of her perfectly shaped breasts and a see-through tulle gently laying on top of them with carefully placed slits for the erect nipples to peek through; a garter belt holding the black lace stockings with tense straps, and matching panties that he soon would realize, failed to cover her trimmed landing strip.
Lara quickly understood that she may have burnt the boy's circuitry by this unexpected display of nudity and that she had to take the lead if she wanted anything to happen soon.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked him nonchalantly, hoping he would come to his senses.
The only answer the boy could come up with was a nod.
"Good," she said short and satisfied. "Drop the pants."
"Beg your pardon?"
"Honey, I'm horny like a bitch in heat, and you're the lucky lottery winner. If you fail to drop your pants in the next three seconds you'll miss the fuck of your life. And I mean it. You'll never experience the act of fucking as you will with me. So what's it gonna be?"
She must have been very persuasive, for rushing with clumsy fingers the boy managed to pull down his pants and boxers to his ankles before his time went out, revealing a hard, throbbing erection, which was not very impressive. It didn't matter for Lara though. Her mastery of the arts of sexual pleasure was so thorough that she had various techniques for every size of man, satisfying both herself and her partner to the maximum extent regardless of the physical attributes of the genitalia. Through years of training and practice, she had gained the ultimate control over all her individual pelvic muscles which she could move with the finesse and agility that would compare to the manual capabilities of a piano virtuoso.
"Clever choice," she commented before she knelt between the boy's legs and started lapping and licking the hard member with her spread tongue as if it was an ice cream cone. The boy couldn't believe that this gorgeous woman who didn't exist in his life a couple of minutes ago was devouring his cock right now. It was too dark to see what she was doing but it felt incredible. By the feel of it, he imagined that she had his mushroom head between her pouting full lips and was pushing the tip of her tongue against his slit. Soon she took his whole shaft in her mouth, and he felt the soft pressure of her lips right down at his base. The head was being forced to curve down by something which he could only picture as the entrance of her esophagus. He was amazed by the fact that she didn't show even the faintest sign of a gagging reflex when her cheek contracted and she started massaging his cock with a swallowing motion.
"Good Lord, you're gonna make me cum.." he moaned when her head was bobbing back and forth. Her timing was perfect. Just when he was about to pass the point of no return she let go of his member with a popping sound, leaving it marble hard in the air, covered with a coat of shimmering saliva.
"Oh no, you don't. Not till I say so." Lara replied undoing the frontal clip holding her bra. She didn't even bother removing it before she took the pole of his lust between her soft, supple breasts. The smooth velvet skin of her sizable orbs caressed his excitement ever so gently. She was pressing her tits together, squeezing him in between mammary pillows meanwhile knobbing on her grape-like nipples. He couldn't take it any longer. Just when the head of his cock was lost in Lara's cleavage his balls started pumping their loadout. Lara felt him pulsing rhythmically and the warm liquid containing his seed being emptied between her boobs. After a couple of spasms the milky, thick goo began oozing out of her cleavage, collecting on her chest. Still pressing her orbs together Lara took a lap, tasting it.
"You came early, lover boy. Mmmm but lucky for you, you taste fine." She let go of her tits and stood up. The remaining cum was running down her chest to her belly. She placed one foot on the chair to his left and the other one to the one on his right, standing tall above him. Spreading her legs farther and farther apart she slowly lowered herself down onto his lap. When her thighs touched the armrests she was doing a perfect split. Although the boy had just come his cock was still erect and was poking against Lara's dripping wet pussy lips.
"Now, lover boy begins the part you won't forget your whole life."
