Major Reginald Holcomb --Smythe frowned as he stroked his handlebar mustache. He was sitting across from his visitor, the aristocratic and wholly delectable Lady Croft, listening as she explained once again why he should financially back her next attempt at obtaining the Statue of the Golden Ape.

As the striking female droned on about the money to be made from her proposed endeavor Holcombe-Smythe focused on her luscious lower lip, imagining what it would feel like to slowly rub the head of his cock against that soft, glistening pillow. He was fully engorged beneath the dinner table, his phallus reacting to his train of thought.

"So what do you say, Major?"

"It's certainly something to think about..." he said.

Lara Croft leaned forward in her chair. "Don't think too long. I'll go elsewhere." She saw the man's eyes fall to the cleavage she was showing at the bodice of her dress. 'Men', she thought. 'They all have one thing on their minds.'

"Now that would be a tragedy, Lady Croft." 'My god but she's got lovely breasts', Holcombe-Smythe thought. The story of how Lara Croft had emerged from the jungle in nothing but a few large leaves after her last attempt at the statue had stuck in his head ever since he first heard it. Oh, to have been there... Just the thought made his cock twitch. "Would you like another brandy?"

"I don't see why not," Laura purred. If Holcombe-Smythe thought he could take advantage of her after a few snifters of expensive brandy then he was about to be sorely disappointed. Laura had long ago learned to hold her liquor. She'd gone shot for shot with smug men from the jungles of South America to the frozen steppes of Siberia and drunk them all under the table.

The portly retired Major rang his man servant for another round of brandy. His snifter glass when it was fetched was filled with water colored to look the same as what Lara was being given. For what he had in mind it wouldn't do to be intoxicated He smiled as Lara took a hefty sip of her brandy. 'Drink up, Lady Croft', he thought.

The two made polite conversation for the next hour as the servant reappeared with several more rounds of brandy. Holcomb-Smythe watched for signs of approaching inebriation in the statuesque brunette, amazed that she could imbibe as much as she had and not appear to be affected. It wasn't until another hour had passed and she was half way through her seventh snifter that Lara Croft put a hand to her forehead and asked if the room wasn't suddenly quite stuffy.

"Are you feeling quite all right, Lady Croft?"

Lara frowned. "I feel a bit light headed actually..."

"Well now...we don't want that. Perhaps you'd like to lie down for just a bit?"

He stood up and took her arm helping her up from her chair. When she leaned against him her warm, heavy breast pressed up against his arm. He put an arm around her narrow waist and guided her across the sitting room and through a door to one of his many guest bedrooms. By the time they reached the big four poster bed Lara was nearly dead weight. Holcomb-Smythe lifted her body and placed it in the center of the mattress. As he did he let his hands explore the large bosoms he had been lusting after all night, squeezing the heavy mounds through the top of her dress.

"Why, Major...you dirty man" Lara muttered, her voice slurred. "You're touching my boobies..."

The Major looked down at her lithe body and grinned from ear to ear. Unable to contain himself any longer he started to unbutton the front of the inebriated woman's dress. When he had undone the last he slowly opened the top of her dress so that those jutting breasts were revealed to his eager eyes for the first time. The vermillion colored nipples were standing proudly...just begging to be suckled. He spread the dress apart at its bottom and looked with absolute awe upon Lady Croft's dark haired pussy. "No panties, Lady Croft?" he asked. "Well aren't you the naughty one..."

Lara murmured to herself as he spread her long legs apart to get a better look at that plump little chestnut haired treasure. Her delicate labia opened slightly giving him a peek at the moist pink flesh inside. He leaned down and put his bulbous nose to her gaped pussy lips and slowly inhaled the smell of her sex. Her clitoris showed at the top of her slit, the little hooded button sticking out invitingly. He brought his lips so close that they almost touched the nub and then blew on it gently.

Lara sighed and opened her legs a bit more, a small smile coming to her face. "Oh, Major...you are naughty..."

"You are the randy little strumpet," the Major thought to himself. It promised to be an eventful night. He stepped back from the bed and began to strip his clothing off, his thick cock swaying in front of him when it was released from his drawers.

Lara groaned happily as Tomba's tongue slowly lapped at her spread labia. The dream was so vivid that she could actually feel the warmth of his breath on her open pussy as he held her lips open and pushed his tongue deep inside of her honey pot.

Major Holcomb-Smythe grinned as he spread the English aristocrat's long legs open wider, ogling that luscious dark haired pussy that he was availing himself of. 'The wonders of a few special snifters of brandy', he thought. 'Is there anything better for helping oneself to a lady's charms?' Lara Croft had the sexiest body of any woman he'd ever been with. Her skin was like silk, her long dark hair a contrast to the crisp white cotton sheets, her breasts heavy yet firm and topped with nipples that looked like ripe raspberries ready to be plucked from their bush.

He leaned over her prone body and sought out Lara's little button of a clitoris, the nub sticking out invitingly from its hood. "It's time to see you cum, Lady Croft..." he said softly. He lowered his lips to her and gently kissed the woman's core.

"Oh, yessss..." Lara exclaimed, arching her back and opening her mouth in an O of feeling.

The Major sucked on the writhing female's clit, slowly pushing her towards her first orgasm. 'The first of many,' he promised himself. 'I've got all kinds of things in mind for you, Lady Croft'. He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across the tip of her swollen clit. A life-long pursuer of sexual pleasure from his days at prep school through his many postings all around the globe, he had learned many ways to drive a woman mad with need. He seldom had the opportunity to try his skills with a woman of the breeding of Lady Croft but he was certain that he could reduce her to a quivering, moaning, begging cum slut just as he had done to so many females over his career.

He parted her feathery labia with his thick middle finger and pushed it up into her warm cunt. Lara's walls gripped his finger tightly and the thought of how his cock would feel when it took the fingers place made him hum with anticipation. He pushed his finger in up to the second knuckle and then pulled it out. The amount of juice that coated his finger let him know for a certainty that she was ready for a good rogering. The thought made his swollen phallus throb against his big belly. He'd never been the most attractive man. God knows he'd never attracted many females with his looks. But what God had denied him there he'd more than made up with when it came to how he was endowed. From the very first woman he'd had back when he was desperately horny 16 year old their first glimpse of his prick elicited wide eyed surprise for when he was fully erect he was the proud owner of a foot of English cock as thick as a country sausage.

Slowly churning his thick finger in and out of Lady Croft's tight cunt, Major Holcumb-Smythe began to flicker the tip of his tongue back and forth across the moaning aristocrat's hardened clitoris, watching her pretty face to gauge the effect of what he was doing. With his free hand he took turns pinching the engorged nipples atop those amazing breasts, twisting them gently and pulling on them until Lara dug her fingernails into the mattress, and began to buck against his plunging finger.

"I'm cumming..." Lara cried out, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Oh...God, I'm cumming so hard..." She went rigid, with just her long legs twitching. "Oh...my...God!" she exclaimed loudly.

The Major felt a small gush of liquid bath his mouth and chin as Lady Croft's orgasm took her. He paddled his finger in her sopping cunt, smiling at what he'd reduced the icy English aristocrat to. There really was no difference between a barmaid and a Lady if you got them on the boil. Lara mewled happily as he lazily fingered her spent cunny, her long legs splayed open wantonly so that he had full access to her dark haired pussy. "You are hot for it, aren't you, Lady Croft?" he asked. "If you cum that hard from just my tongue what's to become of you when I put my cock a doodle do up this sweet little hole of yours?"

Lara blushed prettily. Her big eyes dropped to where the retired army officer's huge phallus lay across her lower leg. She licked her lower lip in anticipation. "I fear you've gotten the best of my honor, Major." Lara said. "I only hope that your cock a doodle do, as you call it, is half as pleasurable as your tongue was."

The Major gave her feathery labia one last kiss as he slowly pulled his finger from Lara's plump pussy. He rolled onto his back on the big bed, his prick sticking up from his large belly like some medieval battering ram. "Before we find out, Lady Croft...I think it only fair if you return the favor to me. I must confess that I've thought of little else since meeting you but how your luscious lips would look wrapped around my cock."

"I don't know if it will fit, Major." Lara got onto her hands and knees beside him. "Other than some of my stallions at Croft Manor I've never seen one so enormous."

"I promise to be gentle at first, Lara. Until you become accustomed to it...then I promise to give you the fucking of your life, dear Lady."

Lara took his swollen phallus in her hand, wrapping her long fingers around the Major's thick shaft and squeezing it firmly. "Just like my stallions mount a mare?" She pulled down so his foreskin slid back and she could see his pink cock head. "Is that how you're going to fuck me, Major?"

"That's how you want me to fuck you...isn't it, Lady Croft?"

"Yes..." Lara cooed. "My big fine stallion..."

"Then suck me all the way hard, Lara." Major Holcomb-Smythe said, watching as she played with his cock. "Those lips of yours were made for fellatio. I can't wait to feel them on my cock."

Looking up at him with her big eyes Lara stuck out her tongue and slowly licked from the base of his huge tool right up to the mushroom shaped head. She gave the tip a kiss, her hand cupping his heavy scrotum and squeezing gently. "They feel so full, Major...are you going to give me a stallion's worth of cum as well?"

The Major groaned happily as Lara Croft opened her mouth and took the head of his swollen phallus inside her lips, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she sucked. He watched the long legged brunette's classically beautiful face as she used her tongue on his sensitive knob. It was obvious that it wasn't Lara's first time with a cock between her lips. He put a hand on the back of her head and pushed her mouth down onto his throbbing pole. "Take as much as you can, Lara..." he said in a suddenly hoarse voice. "Show me what a good cock sucker you are."

Lara let the man's huge shaft push deeper into her mouth, the head brushing up against the back of her throat. She looked up at his flushed face, her lips clasped tight around the heavily veined prick.

"Yes, Lara...yes!" Holcomb-Smythe gasped.

Lara ran her fingernails along the underside of the man's heavy scrotum, her tongue swirling back and forth against his swollen tool. The taste of pre cum filled her mouth and she knew that he was close to cumming. She pulled her head back, letting his throbbing cock slip from her lips...a thin bead of semen going from her lower lip to the tip of his cock.

"Don't stop..."

"I won't let you cum yet, Major. Not until you've put this beautiful cock inside of my pussy."

"Then spread your legs for me, Lady Croft because I intend to give you a good rogering."

Lara lay back on the crisp white linens, her long dark hair fanned out beneath her. She slowly opened her shapely legs wide spreading herself for him. "Take me hard..." Lara whispered. "Take me like a street girl, Major. Treat me like the whore that I am..."

Major Holcomb-Smythe knelt between her smooth white thighs and rubbed the head of his swollen cock back and forth inside of her gaped pussy lips. "I can feel your heat, Lara. That hot, wet pussy of yours that's just begging for a stiff tool."

"Yes, my pussy needs that big cock..."

The Major leaned forward, letting his prick start to force it's way inside of that tight, pink hole. As soaking wet as the gorgeous brunette was it was all he could do to push inside. He watched as Lara's eyes rolled up in her head, her fingers digging into the mattress as his penis started to slowly slide up into that brown haired slit.

"Oh...sweet Lord!" Lara gasped. "It's so thick..."

Pushing deeper the Major managed to get half of his twelve inches inside of the tight sheath.

Lara was panting now, her heavy breasts rising and falling. She raised her knees higher.

He started to fuck her cunt with short little strokes, letting her get used to his size, watching her face as it slowly relaxed. "How's that feel, Lara?"

"Like it's going to come out my throat it's so deep inside of me."

Holcomb-Smythe grinned knowing that he still had another five inches of stiff cock to fill her with. He couldn't wait to see her expression when he was all the way in. He couldn't believe how hot she was for it. He'd fully expected anger on her part when she awoke to find herself undressed and in his bed. Instead she'd been as aroused as he was...perhaps even more. It turned out that Lady Lara Croft was a full on cock whore.

"I had an idea, Lara about your expedition..." Holcomb-Smythe said as he continued to fuck her. "Perhaps we might bring a few more investors into the proposition?

Lara moaned loudly. "Yes, whatever...just don't stop doing that. I'm going to cum..."

"I'm so happy to hear that, my dear. I took the liberty to invite several close chums of mine over to see what you had to offer. I hope you don't mind."

Lara suddenly realized that there were three other men standing there in the bed chamber watching as the portly Englishman pumped her lush pussy with his huge cock. She recognized several of the prominent members of Holcomb-Smythe's club. All of them were naked and sporting raging hard-ons, smiling as they watched her being fucked. "You cad..." she said calmly to the man atop her. "You planned this all along..."

"I confess that I did, Lara. I actually wagered a rather hefty amount that I could get my cock inside your Ladyship's pretty little pussy before the night was over."

"A wager that I will happily pay as long as I have the same pleasure," one of the waiting men said with a leer, stroking his throbbing tool.

"As will I..." chimed in another.

Lara looked at the last, the man seemingly struck dumb by the sight of her naked body. "It would seem that we have a unanimous vote then, gentlemen." She sighed contentedly as Holcomb-Smythe's thick cock slowly stroked in and out of her hot pussy. "And that to consummate our business arrangement, I have a long evening ahead of me..." Her luminescent eyes twinkled.