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Hello all, I have decided that another string of stories along the lines of my Lara Croft ones are far overdue. Below posted are the old stories from my series, tell me what you think.
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Part One of an ongoing Saga
Since the beginning it was still in question exactly what the connection was that we seemed to share, from my time in study of Archaeology as a professor to the few students I shared said passion with. But there was always one, one whom above all else showed more than a hunger towards the subject. Lara Croft, an extraordinary specimen to say in the least, her constant avoidance towards fashion as I would always see her, bright and early donning the same attire day by day. Black shorts that showed far too much for wandering eyes, a black and far too tight short sleeve shirt and her matching boots with black socks, time to time it would be with her favored vest varying on the weather, but always those circular lens shades. She had been in my class for a good nine months now, on the path to completing ancient civilizations. Through that time had I undergone many students who had come and left, either failing the course by the middle of class, or moving to advance studies with a predecessor of mine, one of which kept me from moving ahead to extra curricular activities and a more focused approach with the students. Every student was a new face to me, each but one, and that one happened to be Lara. She has been both a pain and pleasure in my side since my teaching career began, from time to time coming off as flirtatious, and others becoming a cruel and manipulative bitch, every technique implored just so that she could get her way. Often times I would have her stay after class due to back talking in which she never seemed to complain, sometimes even come up with small talk as she held back a lingering eagerness for communication, fame and fortune followed through in her family but it also gained quick labeling and shunning from peers. I myself was far from judgmental as I was happy to oblige as we would talk for hours on end, until the janitor’s tasks of cleaning would follow through and we had to leave.
On a particular occasion, class was out early as Lara stayed behind under the rouse of finishing up on past homework, I myself becoming quite fond of her company as it became routine, and throughout her entire physique did I find my wandering eyes play a constant lust for this woman, keeping my more than eager mind at bay as she developed the habit of becoming quite snug in her seat, adapting to the uncomfortable chairs with a simple removal of her boots and sitting on the floor, her vest used as a cushion. She would lean against her desk as her black ankle socks left my eyes to wander, curious that through her entire physique I couldn’t help but wonder the look of the feet from this well endowed youth, a nasty reaction as my fetish for the throaty laughter of the female specimen left many at a lack of words, in Brittan anyways. Proper ethics beat all and I was considered the new guy as my move from California left me friendless and almost jobless had it not been for the immediate offer at the local university. As a child I felt freakish, sometimes even as if I were sick and sadistic, my love of the female anatomy, especially favoring her feet, the crazed life of a foot tickling addict.
In time I learned to suppress this, feed off not my feelings of desire but the cold knowledge that this was something not normal among my piers, very few actually knew of my addiction and fetish towards women and the inevitable tickling, as I soon took up smoking as a way of focus towards such an anxiety.
Well, needless to say on many occasions did Miss Croft catch my wandering eyes over her delectable, sock covered soles as a wiggle or even the bunching of her toes took place from time to time. I never knew she was paying attention, which made me equally clueless when she caught a sudden interest in my sometimes intense gazing.
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Class started like any other, at my age of Twenty three it always the talk among staff how someone of my youth earned the position I now hold, just two or three years shy of matching most of my students. From my teens I accumulated the nasty habit of smoking, and many arguments later did I win the fight of smoking in class so long as I kept the windows open, pissed off quite a few students due to the constant chill of the gloomy London weather. A fine study on ancient Egypt was the current assignment as this was the first day to begin the semester, Egypt being the simplest of subjects among many archaeologists. The students and their antics seemed to lack the usual amusement it once held with me as I was just hoping to get class done, the noise of constant whisperings irritating me few too many, my own book on eastern civilizations I felt much enthralled upon. It was during this moment of transition I caught the glance of one of my students gazing back at me, none other than Lara herself as I took a gander at her wandering eyes, sharing my passive smile that pissed off many before her. It was one move that would soon play its role as she indeed reacted to said look with a raise of her middle finger, shaking my own finger to and fro in disappointment as I lipped the words ‘That was most un lady like of you’ before returning to my book. Upon queue she took the habit of getting comfortable inside class, not so much the whole nine yards of lounging on the hardwood floor, but the inevitable slipping out from her boots, her slight provoking smile although seeming enthralled in her work, feet crossing over at the ankle much as if they were on display, and my classroom simply the harboring showroom. The slight flexing of her toes mixed with the mystery of her black socks caught my eye more than once; little did I know I would soon be the pawn in an ongoing scheme of hers.
The ring of the bell, at last! I gave my lecturing statements as I passed homework out to those leaving, all students eager to clear their seats and get home to prepare for the long week of school ahead, my only joy was the look of disappointment and faith in the knowledge they would soon ascertain. Turning my back from the empty seats I started packing my own things as I was eager to go home myself, the quiet and almost vague tap of something solid against the hardwood floor almost lacked catching my attention, the clearing of a throat and I took my time in turning to face the culprit, gazing down Lara face to face as she went from seated, to right against my desk, books huddled against her own blossoming chest as I felt myself slightly taken aback at the qualities of this youth before me. Teacher ethics as well as my own standards towards dating kept my twisted, bondage filled head clear of all thoughts as I mustered the voice through the process of lighting up another smoke. “Something I can help you with? Or are you here to complain about the homework already.” I gave not a second glance at her beauty stricken face, that ponytail of hers dangling over her left shoulder blade and down the center of her protruding breasts, from first meeting with the somewhat legendary Croft left me with the impression of her strong minded, open, and above all else smart ass nature. Back to reality she had to suppress a smile of her own almost as obnoxious as mine, I could tell by the sideways smirk of hers that was all to familiar.
Through the rise and fall of her chest I could tell something along the line of smartass was accumulating, the British accent of hers rolling from the tip of her tongue like a fine wine down ones gullet,” Your little lecture was… Intriguing, to say the least, but your lack of enthusiasm towards the subject brought me to question. Egyptian province was a course taken close towards the beginning semester last year, I was thinking of something a little more…challenging. I’ve already covered the course of eastern history and Egyptian civilization already.”
Another shudder I had to suppress as I was a sucker for an accent, with that I turned towards her with an inquisitive smile etched across my lips, another intake of the cancer filled smoke as through my words did the exhale of smoke follow through in a looming cloud just overhead, the storm clouds of thought. “The material I was given for this semester has already been issued out, anything else beyond what’s been offered I have access else where, most books are in my car. Its usually improper ethics to advance a student ahead of the others unless within the advanced classes, you should try and hit up Professor Sanders on such superficial studies, he’s not as limited as I am.” A good enough reason, college professor maybe I still lacked the glamour of most Brits here, half of them hating me for my supposed “Crude” behavior down to my nasty smoking habits and the ability to not exactly follow orders.
But that far from deterred her.” Yes, I know… I’ve spoken with Sanders already and he was eager to move me to advanced academic studies…but to be honest, he lacks the actual enthusiasm towards the subject of Archaeology, can’t explain it but anyone could just go online and look up the research material, I started college because of my…well, my passion towards it. It’s my reason for wanting to transfer to your class in the first place.”
I stubbed the rest of my smoke in the ash tray as my mind began to wander; there was a hint in her words, as if biting her own tongue for her polite forwardness that she held with the utmost grace. I turned again to face her only after collecting my bag from the table, a quick nod in the direction headed as she fell into step to my side. I took my time in closing the door to class and locking it up tight as the empty hall shadowed each following step after the last. “Lara, I appreciate the incentive you’ve shown in my class. And yes, there is nothing more I’d prefer than to advance you in studies. My resources at the moment are tight, school wise. What I can recommend is just do the work in class, and on the side I can share some of my own books with you that might appeal more to your tastes.” The sales pitch made, her bright eyed nature hidden well behind a rough exterior seemed to crack, not at the advantage of being able to spend time with me as my ego was hoping, but at the chance of outside resources as many books I’ve collected were next to collectors pieces.
Considering she walked to and from school, I offered a ride as we discussed further the extent of my proposal along the lines of advanced studies, and after much persuasion I convinced her to a cup of coffee, what more could I ask for? Sex on the beach, at the time I really wasn’t thirsty for alcohol.
The time was set as I arrived a few minutes later than expected; it was my nature if not pure instinct that kept me hitting the snooze button on important engagements. She was understandably fumed.
“You told me Ten past Nine, it is now Nine twenty five. You might as well have just stiffed me entirely.” Her nostrils flaring as under the table, after a swift kick to my shin, she crossed either leg at the ankle. I rubbed my shin most sorely as I again apologized though dripping with sarcasm.
“Lara, remember. You’re the one interested in these academic studies, if its unappreciative then I can just recommend you to Professor Sanders again. I do have more important engagements.” That’s all it took, clenching her teeth did she apologized with great effort. Soon we were down to business as under the slightly too small table I soon found my left leg bumping against her right knee, an exchange of glances before we were back on topic.
Minutes later did I get the lingering sense of being toyed with, that shadowing feeling of a hidden agenda as she exchanged many glances in between my little lecture. It was then and only then did I set my books aside and look her full on. “Alright, Lara, I want you to be honest with me now, why my class, why such an interest, and above all else, why me?” Having her in previous classes it just struck me odd that she would be more forthcoming with me; usually she held her snotty and stuck up attitude as it was almost a fight between us just to sit her down and get her to work without questioning my every motive. And judging from the nervous glance she exchanged I decided it would be far from easy to gather the truth. “There has to be reasoning behind it, you may be one of my finest student’s work ethics wise, but today was just too much, even for you.”
As she opened her mouth to speak, she caught herself at a lack of words as the lesser of two evils won her over; another kick to the shin would follow along with a sadistic muted laugh. “Its true, I could pick far better instructors, and equally true that through use of persuasion more than forced politeness I could get what I want no hassle. But Mr. West, there is just one thing you left out...” A puzzled look on my face, I just gave a shrug of my shoulders in defeat and waited. “…I’m spoiled and I want you to be my teacher, I also want the research from you because in all honesty you’re the only teacher with a passion towards the subject you teach, no matter how crude or rude you come off.” Following her last words, she went to kick me again, maybe continuous payback for my lack of punctuality. It was at this moment that my sore leg could take no more as I took hold of her left foot, bringing it to rest in my lap as my right hand clasped over her top ankle. “Would you cut that out? The first few times are fine but I’m starting to lose feeling in my damn leg!” The look on her face suddenly changed, her usual playful yet always sadistic smile diminished as it seemed replaced not with concern more as anxiety. As I said before my history with this woman goes far back, many previous run ins, our past chances at talk seemed shadowed with her rough exterior as she would cold shoulder me quite often during our long talks in my class, but with the bribing tool of schooling it was an easy enough trap. Who was the bait and who was being lured was now in question with the sudden bewildered look she shared.
“What is the matter? Can’t handle a few swift kicks, maybe next time you’ll be more incline to be on time, especially when it involves keeping me waiting. Now let go of my foot, you, or I’ll kick you with the other.” I had no idea of the trap she was setting, and before getting off another kick to my shin I brought the heel of my left foot to her right, nestled at the tip of the steel toe as I intended to keep it in place… for god’s sake I’m already losing feeling in one leg.
“For someone who wants help, you sure have an arrogant approach to the subject.” Her further yanking of her trapped foot to my lap left me at grasping the laces, many coming undone with the constant struggling. Maybe it was my use of the word Arrogant that made her seem to lose her polite edge. Again with the yanking of her trapped boot did her foot slide clear out from its confines, grasping her next to bare ankle as the black ankle sock hugged tightly to the curves of her foot, setting the boot to one side I kept hold in fear of what she might do granted the privilege as that look of anxiety again swept over her delicate features, overly eager perhaps. It was here and now did the sudden vivid memory of my own passion did the gears begin to turn within my head, a pawn in this game I would soon find myself to be as this was the opportunity I was looking towards for more than a lifetime it seemed. The chance at a gander at this goddess’s delectable sole, from head to toe it was easy to picture and place the features, but the studded steel toe tips left little room for question, and soon my own ethics and scruples were overwhelmed with this opportunity.
“Let me go! You know, I could have you written up for this and even fired. I have never dealt with someone as irresponsible as you.” She was indeed fuming, but the credibility behind her words was as hollow as her reasoning behind the sudden interests in my studies.
“Alright, Lara, we’ll play this your way. I will give you a chance to come clean and tell me the real reason of your interest in my class; every time I feel that you’re lying, I will take this trapped foot of yours and roll your sock off, the more I roll off, the stronger chances you have at being tickled.” That was the spark in her eye, that spark of a woman with a plan that had just fallen through. Well that would make two of us, if even branded for life as a freak I could no longer curb my lust.
“What…tickle? You wouldn’t. I mean, you’re a teacher, it’s not right.” Her constant babbling left previous speculations of mine to be true, using either knee to hold her leg steady, I began with the ankle sock and rolled it quite neatly away from her ankle, exposing the more than soft flesh of the heel of her foot, the scrunching of her toes her only preparation to what would most likely happen, that along with the grasping of the table top. I planned fully to make her come clean, and for both our sakes I could only hope and pray she would lie through her teeth. The tips of my fingers ever so lightly grazed at the exposed heel as even through the sock did few wrinkles within her foot show, her toes giving another cute wiggle as she closed her mouth to suppress a sudden gasp. “…I am telling the truth. I know that you have further boots, I mean books! Further books on archaeology and philanthropy, I see you read them every day!” She was anxious to fight off another attack, I far from bought it as more of her sock was rolled from her foot, now covering just the tips of her toes as expected was seen before my very eyes. Close to a size nine with a high arch, top and bottom coated in a healthy tan, not too dark and not too bright. The smooth skin almost as soft as silk as my quivering fingertips made another pass over the newly exposed flesh, zigzagging to cover every inch of flesh as a hand shot over her mouth, her foot beginning to wriggle and squirm from side to side, she fought off quite bravely the fit of giggles that began to form within the pit of her stomach as her free hand grasped tightly to the table top, her right foot beginning to squirm as well to break free from under my heel as I decided on a bolder approach. A firm grip of my thighs against her ankle, I stooped forward as my hand scooped up her right foot, making quick work of removing her boot as soon both feet lay clear as day within my lap, the use of cloth napkins assisted me in tying them together at the base of her ankles as I now simply held to the makeshift rope to steady her feet.
“Now, you have little choice. You can either fess up, or you’ll get it with both barrels.” It was my turn for a sadistic smile, and it seemed the overly confident Miss Croft was starting to second guess her hand in this roll...
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Lara Croft
Part Two of the ongoing Saga
Time seemed to slow to a crawl, the passing crowd of coffee lovers alike seeming distant and far over the impending situation. What had led to this very moment? Hand clasped around the nearly bare ankles of a stunning youth barely within adulthood and a matching accent that could drop most all Brits where they stood. It was one thing to don the accent, another to actually understand it, yet few possessed the quality, and well, the looks that made foreign flesh.
All work and planning boiled down to this single moment, as simple a situation it was there were more complex ideals behind it, for the both of us. Maybe it was the eagerness in her eyes, the excitement that even if outside school this was something that simply wasn’t done, tickling or flat out sucking of faces this was plain and simple flirting with a current student, a situation that was shunned at the university I worked for, most likely the loss of my job had this gotten out. Never the less the opportunity to back down left me long ago as I couldn’t stand the burden of denying myself after so long, denying something so simple as lustful intent towards the female specimen, and it was this reason alone that I now held her at hostage with the use of her own body, her own flesh and senses which would cause equal surrender.
“Professor West, this is most unethical of you. And in pointing out I must also protest.” Her words were coming clearer than before, perhaps a sudden change of heart as I seemed to be having with the stop of a heartbeat or two. Heart attack, no, perhaps anxiety. Although her words were nothing short of sincere, I took notice to one of two things; she seemed calmer, more relaxed an accepting towards what was going to happen; and she seemed to cease her struggles, perhaps it ‘was’ the former use of arrogant turned possible insult that caught her sense of pride.
“Alright,” with this considered I simply allow her ankles to rest atop my lap, the only sure thing securing them being the cloth napkins bound together.” Then if you feel this to be wrong by all means put your boots back on and we’ll get back to the true reason we’re both here.” This was my ace in the hole, I had to know something for my own personal benefit, so it was both a shock and totally expected when she either refused, or neglected to hear me. Back in school, during studies of the human anatomy in physics, they would speak of the natural reaction to a severed leg: Although the leg is very much gone or even a finger, an arm, whatever. Although such a part is now separate from the usual design of said body the lingering feel remains, some speculate your soul has a hard time in letting go of the memory, others like to believe that the severed nerves and remaining fragments of flesh hold the continuous process of the circulatory system, giving feel to a part now severed. This ran through my head as she kept her feet in place, maybe the feel of my hands to her ankles were something considered a welcomed treat for her, hence, when removed, the memory long since lasts as she now falls a victim to a still unexplained law of physics. Whichever the reason I let the silence settle in before starting my ring of questioning.” Now, Miss Croft, upon my arrival you requested, nay, pleaded to attend such a class beyond the academic studies and special classes offered to you more than once. This as well as your off and on nature of overly friendly demeanor.”
I allowed the rest to time as I saw within her eyes her scheming to come with a lie, before even speaking did my nimble fingers begin to slowly roll away what was left of her right sock, the tips of her toes, much like the rest of her body, a flawless beauty. The center three digits extended further from the outside two, the high rise of her arch as well as the well sculpted roundness of the heel of her foot. I could see one of the many reasons for her choice in profession of tomb raiding, she possessed the athletic prowess of a skilled runner, not that I was looking, of course, but a body such as hers you cannot avoid for long, no matter how strong your scruples come in for an attack.
Her eyes wavered from the table top shadowing her feet, back towards my eyes in nervous anticipation. She wanted to lie, not just to keep me from knowing but so that I may also be granted the permission to follow through with my promise/threat. “In all honesty I thought it exciting that they would allow a teacher of different origin, I’ve been quite fond of America with frequent trips during the summer. And again, your passion towards the very subject of study is hardly avoidable, yet deterring the longer you teach with such unruly students. So in all fairness this should be a two way situation; you get your flare for teaching Archaeology back, and I learn from someone who could actually give me more than haphazard answers.” All in one breath, I was impressed. She certainly was well educated if not on the side of diplomacy, working for both parties’ best interests. So when I rolled the left sock clean off her foot without hesitation she couldn’t help but give a look of shock just before dissolving from her usual resolve to a mess of muffled giggles, a hand pressed tightly to her mouth as the free hand gripped the table top with quite a force.
“All of that is quite believable, and I detect the honesty beyond your reasoning, but you are leaving something out.” Either hand occupied at the appointed task, my left working on her right in light flicks and pokes of the quivering flesh, her toes wiggling and scrunching with such vigor that couldn’t be denied. My right upon her left worked at the underside of her toes, and although squirming to and fro it seemed her toes would flex and spread open according to where my attacking fingers would travel, favoring and savoring each spot, if she wasn’t enjoying herself then it seemed her body was disagreeing with her mind. And just at the peek of her resistance did something odd and most questioning happen, she began to slouch just slightly within her chair, her left side beginning to tilt further and further to the side, she fought to compose herself as each word mixed in with the escaping giggles just as I lightened my teasing.
“Pro-Eee-fessor, I am ~Squeak~ am being honest! I He-he-hebeleive thahahat your passion and professionalism is gehehen-oh god not the toes-… is hehehe- is genuine!” The last segment of her words came out in garble as half couldn’t even be deciphered, ah well, this game wouldn’t be won just yet today. I started with renewed vigor as my fingertips scrabbled from the heel of her soft feet, up the tender and quivering arch, to her outstretched toes as she flexed her foot most eagerly, causing another uproar of girlish giggling and laughing.
In the process of this I couldn’t help but feel my own burning libido starting to rise, along with a long lasting friend. But it seemed I wasn’t the only one, she was at the receiving end and aside from the uncontrollable spasm of the muscles within her legs, her thighs, she gave no effort, if not using each ounce of strength to keep her feet in place as the quick rise and fall of her back could be seen, laying face first atop the table as she submitted. My speculation soon turned to truth, further advancing to undeniable shock at the catch that was given to me. This woman was undoubtedly getting turned on, and getting off on this, her giggles coming shorter in between as quiet whimpers turned to longing moans, the curl under each toe as well as the softened arches causing a slight jump and a series of louder moans each time. It only grew worse as I applied pressure for a full onslaught yet again from head to toe, not willing to give in until I had her, a quivering mess on the table top. Her body shaking and convulsing as she shot upright, her back becoming rigid in a permanent arch as the shooting sensations through her leg caused an almost muffled scream through bit lips, her feet yanking from my lap and slamming to the ground with a loud thud as the palms of either hand followed the same example, her head hunched forward as the heavy and labored breathing continued far after. Through the process strands of hair had come undone from the pony tail, many strands masking her face as I stood to my feet, slipping her boots with the ankles socks rolled up inside of them just under her as I whispered to her ear,” I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” Starting out with briefcase in front, if it was true, what I had just witnessed and caused, then good or bad this would most definitely leave the lasting impression. Regardless, I knew it wouldn’t be the last of these promiscuous encounters of ours. It was a shame to say the least, and I wasn’t looking much forward to the inevitable cold shower it would take to calm me down, but for now, baseball, cold showers. baseball, cold showers.
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Lara Croft
Part Three of an ongoing Saga
It had been a week since our last actual encounter, a momentous occasion that affected the both of us, Lara for her youth, and me with my still aging form. Barely within my twenties and a stunning example of the male specimen yet I felt so old, sometimes so distant from my body due to the neglect given to physical needs and contact, it was all for the best I would express time and time again, some things within my own nature were somewhat obscene if not a little obtuse, shunned upon. I was just trying my best to do my job and get through another grueling semester of under eager youths and oversexed adolescence, I knew better myself granted the dirty thought or two, all considerably normal.
The time had come with the material granted, for the annual field trip to a given origin of choice, out of sheer boredom did I decide upon Rome as myself being the teacher would be stuck planning endlessly with tour guides and battling with guest services for luggage checks, I was already planning for disappointment. I stood up before the class just as Lara stumbled in late for the third day in a row, whispering amongst the different social groups along with the accusing stare as she gave me a formal, yet apologetic look before taking her usual seat. I just wanted this class to hurry and end as I went into detail of the trip, starting through each row with the passing out of parental consent forms, fill out here on line a, have a parent fill out line b, so on and so forth. Upon reaching Lara did my actual speech end as I gave my usual accusing yet understanding stare, the look she knew far well as she wouldn’t be going anywhere after class. I soon returned to my seat to indulge in my usual afternoon smoke, cup of coffee still steaming up its contents on the desk just to the right of the ash tray, at that point I was just a few clicks away before the bell rang indicating the end of class.
I flipped a seat around just in front of Lara’s, again expressing her apologies as the excuse at hand was both lack of sleep and time, having enthralled herself on the books I issued out that day, savor possible moments of embarrassment from the situation prior to issuing out the new study material to her. I tried my best in coaching her, letting her know she could discuss this with me as it was the two of us this happened to involve, but it was no go for her, she was really troubled by the experience. The teacher like instincts of mine had kicked in a full notch. “Lara, I told you from the start that this added material will only be issued out with your understanding that it wouldn’t affect your current studies. If this keeps up I will either ask you to drop the study on the new material, or I’ll be forced to drop you.” I hated saying this, and equally hated the disheartened look on her face as I reached a hand to place atop hers, a friendly yet firm shake just before letting go and leaning back against the chair.
“I- I am sorry that this has happened, I do love your class and want to pass. But in all honesty I just can never seem to pull myself away from the new text you gave me, it’s absolutely invigorating! I hardly ever sleep; I hardly eat, just read. I don’t want to fail this class, I promise to do better.” Sincere enough as all I could do at the time was nod, she was honest enough and I know with the extra work she’s been putting her mind to overdrive.
“Listen… To pass this class you still need to attend the trip to Rome, it counts for half of your grade. When you go I want you to leave the research at home for now and just pay attention on the tour guides, can you do that for me?” With these words did the brightened smile I’ve yet to even see from here seemed to show as clear as the sun in the open sky, savor that these skies were based in mostly cloudless California, there was always a gloom looming over Britain. “Now I have to start working on the actual arrangements, and something I’ve yet to tell anyone is that due to lack of budgeting, staffing of the students will be more complicated, you’ll most likely have to bunk with three others in one room.” Again, I could see those gears of hers turning behind brightened eyes, a slight shift in her seat as she brought one leg to cross over the other, leaving her left dangling freely in open air. It was around this time I returned to my desk for a moments time before coming back with the missed work since her sudden constant spurt of absences, going over and reviewing a few changes in the actual assignments to spice things up as much as possible, damn Administration. Nod after nod she simply went through a perpetual state of acceptance, my eyes jumping from over the pages to that dangling left foot of hers, through the time from the incident to now I couldn’t help but think of nothing else but my job and the possible loss of it due to the teacher, student situation I now had under my belt. But now that time had passed, and the situation not yet out in the open I could actually concentrate on my internal alarms that screamed at me to give attention to those which sparked my flames of passion.
“Alex… I mean, Professor,” First name basis, that usually never led to anything good, not entirely unpleasant but always bad news to some degree. “I could do this pretty much over night, if I were to do so and have it in tomorrow when the consent forms are due, would that put me back up to speed with the rest of the class?” Another shift of her legs as soon my sneaky eyes found ways to divert to her right foot which was now rubbing up and down the length of her left, perhaps just an itch as she seemed to be scratching rather hard, what I didn’t notice was the laces undoing in said process.
“Well, if you can get this done to me at least by the end of the week you should be golden. The trip is scheduled for all of next week anyways, leaving you from now till Friday. Just do your best is all I really can say.” Perhaps I forgot to inhale, or even neglected that my smoke was still pressed between my lips as ash replaced the entire smoke from tip to butt, breaking with a sudden sharp breath as I was forced to dust off portions of my plain black shirt and the desk top. Amusing enough, it brought Lara to fits of giggles as soon the scratching continued with the minor rotation of her left to her right in a similar matter, must be a bitch at times always wearing boots, that much longer to take off and lace up. In any case when she began that dangle of hers with her left foot again, I was slightly taken aback at the fact the boot was next to falling from her foot. Again she and I kept with the subject of schooling as well as the activities to be accomplished while on the field trip, her constant fidgeting causing her leg to graze against my extended knee.
“Oh, do not worry. I will be sure to have this turned in before then. Thank you so much.” Her last words just before leaning to her immediate left to gather her bag and stuff her things to ready herself to go home. In the process of her current balancing act did she extend a leg outward, her boot slipping clean off from the shift in weight as her seeming sock less foot now dangle just before my very eyes? Now that I gave thought into it she has been coming in not only late, but looking slightly in disarray although that far from deterred her already far from charming looks, and with the impending offer could I not resist reaching out with the tip of my pen to give a stroke at the sole of her soft as ever foot, a light wriggle of her toes with a mixed giggle/sigh as she continued with the sorting of her work, propping the base of her heel just against the edge of my desk as she soon sat upright again to overlook the homework assignment. Well if this wasn’t short of an offer then she must be the most oblivious woman on the planet, so when my fingers started a light grazing of her center arch, the constant wiggle of her toes and stifled giggles were no real shock. I was tempted to ask her through her constant battle of composure why interested in continuing this charade but now wouldn’t be the time, as she felt herself slipping more and more did she bring her foot down and back into the confines of her boot, standing to her feet as she started out with a slight kiss on the cheek.
The second I heard that door shut did the words “Damn it.” Mutter under my breath, I was becoming far too caught up in the follow up cold showers that were my partners to bed. If this keeps up I just might be forced to say to hell with ethics and just manhandle her in the classroom there and now, another curse much louder this time as that thought mixed with the previous situation literally left me in stitches… I think I’ll just wait a bit and, umm, cool down. It wouldn’t be wise to walk through the teacher filled halls with a stiffy that always pointed north; I suck at directions so it was my assumption anyways.
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Lara Croft
Part Four of an ongoing Saga
I sat within the tub, the cold water of the overhead nozzle a blessing in disguise as wet fingertips ran course through equally damp hair. It was closing in on the date to leave to our trip to Rome and I was growing in anxiety. How could I allow myself to stumble as much as I have, maybe I should have tried to keep the job down in California, wasn’t as many obligations that I hold down here, or up, who cares. That wasn’t the issue, nor was my future that would surely grow here, community wise I was starting to flourish as the uprising underdog in this ‘advanced’ society, but that still wasn’t enough, these people were thriving for the incite of an off world contact so to speak. Crude in nature and equally rude in many aspects I still took very much with me from the freedom of speech America, it held somewhat in Britain but not as much, they expected some polite upbringing and social ineptitude from each of their citizens and I just couldn’t provide it, how can I smile and bow to a complete and utter bitch just because she lacked a penis? It just isn’t done like that for me.
Lara had made it a point to invite me over regarding the study material that was becoming the bane of my existence, had I not given it to her we would still co-exist as student and teacher, but now she had me on her short leash and she was far from ready to let go, it was almost sickening in a way that I could be strung along so well, but coming from someone that pretty much was almost hated on every degree from her piers for her own ability at total and complete rudeness while maintaining every level of sheer politeness from every Brit, it was the one thing she had on me, the one thing that drew me closer and closer to her. Hell, we were only on an age difference of five years, why not? She’s an adult, I’m a child caught in an adult’s body, why should I see a problem in this, why not just go over to her place and ravage her limb from limb as it would soon turn out? The fact of public knowledge, the fact of her own upstanding title, and the fact that although revered by my piers and students, among the social class I was hated through and through, and it was that social class that made up landlords, police chiefs, most of the political council I dealt with, and sadly to say, a good percentage of the Administrators here, what a fucked up society of mock freedom.
I stood from the bath/shower, turning the water off and drying myself from head to toe before standing at the full sized mirror to stare at what I’ve become. I’m attractive in every aspect, far from shy, and undoubtedly on the shortest of leashes since I arrived here. Reluctantly I started to get dressed, a pair of jeans and wife beater under a short sleeve black Tee, matching boots that I’ve had since sixteen, and quite possibly my only sentimental item in my possession. Well, here I am, and here I get ready to go and most likely throw gas on an already raging forest fire.
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I arrived a few minutes late, the constant staring in the mirror at what I knew was going to come of this whole situation was more than getting to me, maybe I just up and forgot about time all together. But it was a bit surprising when she seemed just pleased I accepted the offer, there was something missing from this picture though; I knocked on the door, her Butler answered and led me to the living room, she came down to greet me. Okay, lets go through this step by step: From bottom to top she was wearing a pair of sketcher backless sneakers, at mid waist was the usual pair of short shorts, and top wise… top wise… well I could be wrong but at first, second, and third glance it seemed her long hair was the only thing keeping from revealing her voluptuous chest. A smack or two later of myself and yes, I was right, she indeed lacked a top, well shit this wasn’t going to go away with the help of a cold shower. All I could do was give a simple “Hello.” And hope not to stumble over each of my words as well as myself. I was going to take a seat but she recommended going to her room as her study work was already in the proper order upstairs, had I said no and hoped to be confident I’d still be in the hole at some degree, a tricky business women were, planning for every outcome. When her more than pleased smile showed due to my reluctant acceptance, she started back up the stairs without a hint of hesitation that I’d surely follow. Manipulative bitch and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
As I entered her room I wasn’t exactly shocked to see everything organized and in its place, savor the mess along the well made bed, and leaning against the headboard, Lara Croft looking over the work. I dutifully took a seat at the edge of the bed as the string of questions and answers were to follow with the next few hours, toying around or not she still held a genuine interest in said topic and I was more than happy to oblige. It was just as things were winding down did the actual play began as I asked to use the bathroom, given simple directions I went to take a leak and try to calm myself with a brush of cold water to the face.
I returned shortly, her setting aside the work we reviewed as she scooted closer towards the end I sat at, a single leg extended outward as she rested her cheek against her right knee, still wearing the backless sneakers. I took my seat and overlooked the maps provided as she went into her own research through her personal library; I had to admit I was quite impressed; she seemed to have the text she needed. We further discussed along the lines of eastern civilization when she set the text aside, expressing those immortal words I both hoped to hear, and wished to avoid. “Would it be okay to call you Alex? Well, Alex, I was curious… do you have a girlfriend?” I myself getting caught slightly off guard, just simply shook my head to the question, there were a few flings during high school, and my previous employer was one on the side of the looker, but otherwise just lacked the time between trying to get my own life in order. “Well, have you found someone of interest since your stay in Britain? Must have an eye on someone to say the least?” I could see where this was going, she started to put away the text in order to time period as she placed it just to the side of her bed, in the process of bending and scooping did her foot find its way across my right thigh, a slight tease of my side before it lay to rest atop my lap.
If I was asking for it, or if this was going to be the end of my career I couldn’t help standing on the sidelines, this attractive woman had been hitting on me since day one and only due to student teacher ethics did I decline, but I was only one man, the regular fuckup like many others as a hand lay to rest atop her ankle, my thumb idly toying with the laces as it was inevitable the uselessness for laces on backless sneakers. If you ask me they were invented just to fuck with those blessed with said fetish, I should know. “Well, Lara… I have had my eye on someone in all honesty, just a little uncertain of her feelings at the moment.” Adjusting within my seat, I gave a glance over of her room when not looking as I found the inevitable bondage equipment on her night stand; this couldn’t be just a coincidence. I fell into the usual routine of subtlety as I stood from my seat, slowly circling around the outside of the bed as her gaze soon fell upon me.
“If you don’t mind my asking, who would this person be?” Her breathing starting to become hitched, breaths far too long apart as my fingertips idly skittered across the leather cuffs and restraints. Much like a child caught stealing in a candy shop, she blushed a nice shade of crimson as she slowly lower herself, now laying on her right side and watching my movement, her right arm extended outward as I took the sets of cuffs at hand, using the first to connect to the headboard, and then her wrist. As I fall into place at the foot of the bed, I snapped another cuff to the adjacent post and then to her ankle; thrust and repeat I soon left her with little room of movement as I took one of the chairs at the study desk in her room and pulled it close to the foot of the bed, a small coffee table set to the left of the chair and my handkerchief used as a simple blindfold. I was tempted to brush the strands of hair aside that covered her blossoming chest but decided against it for the time being; in the meantime I simply asked where her kitchen was, as well as the rest of her little toys. Both she answered without question although the kitchen did throw her off quite well.
About five minutes later did I come back with the setup of every tool I would need, a simple carvers knife used to strip her of the remaining clothing, a simple vibrator with remote was fit snug between her thighs, and her black panties did its job of keeping it in place, the stage was almost set. I took a roll of string from the kitchen, unsure of its use as I started with her fingertips, immobilizing them from even an inch of movement, tape used to keep her mid section from movement as I kept the access of her bellybutton, and the last bit of string to immobilize each little digit of her toes, I had her exactly where I wanted her. A length of duct tape was placed over her mouth as my fingertips lightly skittered across her taut stomach, obvious that she would have done anything just to at least defend herself, a helpless squirm she was even denied as the first of many giggles came muffled through the tape. The stage set, I was ready to play.
I took my seat as I overlooked the supplies at hand, the obvious choice to start was a simple series of feathers, stiff to the tip; next to follow was a steel bowl filled with ice cubes, a similar bowl filled with pitted cherries; the next being a torch lighter as well as the remote to the vibrator. I started off small as instead of the inevitable brushing of her feet, I used the quill tips to cover from heel to toe, causing quite a thrashing, or what thrashing she could manage, the tape giving way to the screaming fits of laughter as the arch of her foot gave quite a show in the flexing of the tormented flesh, the string used to secure her fingertips straining hard against the post as she fought just to curl her fingers to a fist, it was possibly the lack of all movement altogether that made it far worse for her, so when I gave a full onslaught of both feet with my fingertips, the quills seemed far from as effective as this new torment as renewed screams came through her hoarse throat, her body shaking and shuddering beyond what I was expecting. As I stopped, I flicked the highest setting for said vibrator as her screams doubled in pitch, perhaps somewhere in between the tickling she had gotten turned on herself, or maybe she wasn’t yet ready for such a high setting, either way I was enjoying the show. I took a seat within the center of the bed, her convulsing muscles ignoring every feeling but that pulsing between her legs as I made strong note to slow to a dull pulse before she was ready to get off, the bowl of ice cubes and the lighter set just across her quivering stomach. I checked to make sure the lighter was still in use before placing the first cube atop her bellybutton, fitting snug in place as the new sensation caused new fits of muffled garble under the gag, I followed the same with either palm, but only as a reminder of her truly helpless form as the lighter was used to burn at the cubes, causing a drip of excess to flow freely over her vibrating stomach, the occasional pass of the flame over her obviously stiff nipples causing much unpleasant turmoil, it only was the beginning as the tip of the feather soon found the hollow of her left underarm, both on the verge of orgasm and border lining just passing out altogether as one would have to be sacrificed, hence the turn down of the vibrator, oh she must be hating me right now, it was only when my skittering fingertips trailed from center chest to her sides did her thrashing begin yet again, the vibrator keeping her in a state of perpetual bliss as her mind fought most desperately for the focus of the pulsing vibrator between her legs, only getting as far as the raging fire in her loins before it was set to the backburner for the onslaught of tickling forcing laughter after laughter out of her sore lungs.
Slowly did I straddle her waist, leaving her that moment of eternal bliss as the thrum of the vibrator could be felt pulsing through the length of her stomach, my nibbling teeth finding her left, stiffened nipple while my wandering hand fondling her right, her thrashing reduced to the sensual rise and fall of her chest, her hips trying with all their might to thrust forth against the vibrator against the odds against her, making it equal torture when my hands dove for the exposed pits of her underarms. I can’t help it, her thrashing was nothing short of a turn on for me as I found my own pulsing member on the verge near burst catastrophe, my eyes slowly closing to half crescent moons as the closer I got from the erotic scene alone the further away was I really from accomplishing anything as my fingers dug deeper in their ticklish onslaught, the world around me spinning and turning at its vigorous pace as I found my mentality slipping away, fading to black.
Drenched in a cold sweat, sheets as well as my boxers soaked as my eyes shot open, sitting upright with a sudden gasp for air. I looked from left to right in hopes that I just simply passed out, which made my fear grow by the second, Lara was nowhere in sight. With a disappointed sigh, mixed with a quiet chuckle at my own plight did I collapse back onto the bed, regardless of it costing my career, Rome was the turning point in my life whether she liked it or not.
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Part One of an ongoing Saga
Since the beginning it was still in question exactly what the connection was that we seemed to share, from my time in study of Archaeology as a professor to the few students I shared said passion with. But there was always one, one whom above all else showed more than a hunger towards the subject. Lara Croft, an extraordinary specimen to say in the least, her constant avoidance towards fashion as I would always see her, bright and early donning the same attire day by day. Black shorts that showed far too much for wandering eyes, a black and far too tight short sleeve shirt and her matching boots with black socks, time to time it would be with her favored vest varying on the weather, but always those circular lens shades. She had been in my class for a good nine months now, on the path to completing ancient civilizations. Through that time had I undergone many students who had come and left, either failing the course by the middle of class, or moving to advance studies with a predecessor of mine, one of which kept me from moving ahead to extra curricular activities and a more focused approach with the students. Every student was a new face to me, each but one, and that one happened to be Lara. She has been both a pain and pleasure in my side since my teaching career began, from time to time coming off as flirtatious, and others becoming a cruel and manipulative bitch, every technique implored just so that she could get her way. Often times I would have her stay after class due to back talking in which she never seemed to complain, sometimes even come up with small talk as she held back a lingering eagerness for communication, fame and fortune followed through in her family but it also gained quick labeling and shunning from peers. I myself was far from judgmental as I was happy to oblige as we would talk for hours on end, until the janitor’s tasks of cleaning would follow through and we had to leave.
On a particular occasion, class was out early as Lara stayed behind under the rouse of finishing up on past homework, I myself becoming quite fond of her company as it became routine, and throughout her entire physique did I find my wandering eyes play a constant lust for this woman, keeping my more than eager mind at bay as she developed the habit of becoming quite snug in her seat, adapting to the uncomfortable chairs with a simple removal of her boots and sitting on the floor, her vest used as a cushion. She would lean against her desk as her black ankle socks left my eyes to wander, curious that through her entire physique I couldn’t help but wonder the look of the feet from this well endowed youth, a nasty reaction as my fetish for the throaty laughter of the female specimen left many at a lack of words, in Brittan anyways. Proper ethics beat all and I was considered the new guy as my move from California left me friendless and almost jobless had it not been for the immediate offer at the local university. As a child I felt freakish, sometimes even as if I were sick and sadistic, my love of the female anatomy, especially favoring her feet, the crazed life of a foot tickling addict.
In time I learned to suppress this, feed off not my feelings of desire but the cold knowledge that this was something not normal among my piers, very few actually knew of my addiction and fetish towards women and the inevitable tickling, as I soon took up smoking as a way of focus towards such an anxiety.
Well, needless to say on many occasions did Miss Croft catch my wandering eyes over her delectable, sock covered soles as a wiggle or even the bunching of her toes took place from time to time. I never knew she was paying attention, which made me equally clueless when she caught a sudden interest in my sometimes intense gazing.
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Class started like any other, at my age of Twenty three it always the talk among staff how someone of my youth earned the position I now hold, just two or three years shy of matching most of my students. From my teens I accumulated the nasty habit of smoking, and many arguments later did I win the fight of smoking in class so long as I kept the windows open, pissed off quite a few students due to the constant chill of the gloomy London weather. A fine study on ancient Egypt was the current assignment as this was the first day to begin the semester, Egypt being the simplest of subjects among many archaeologists. The students and their antics seemed to lack the usual amusement it once held with me as I was just hoping to get class done, the noise of constant whisperings irritating me few too many, my own book on eastern civilizations I felt much enthralled upon. It was during this moment of transition I caught the glance of one of my students gazing back at me, none other than Lara herself as I took a gander at her wandering eyes, sharing my passive smile that pissed off many before her. It was one move that would soon play its role as she indeed reacted to said look with a raise of her middle finger, shaking my own finger to and fro in disappointment as I lipped the words ‘That was most un lady like of you’ before returning to my book. Upon queue she took the habit of getting comfortable inside class, not so much the whole nine yards of lounging on the hardwood floor, but the inevitable slipping out from her boots, her slight provoking smile although seeming enthralled in her work, feet crossing over at the ankle much as if they were on display, and my classroom simply the harboring showroom. The slight flexing of her toes mixed with the mystery of her black socks caught my eye more than once; little did I know I would soon be the pawn in an ongoing scheme of hers.
The ring of the bell, at last! I gave my lecturing statements as I passed homework out to those leaving, all students eager to clear their seats and get home to prepare for the long week of school ahead, my only joy was the look of disappointment and faith in the knowledge they would soon ascertain. Turning my back from the empty seats I started packing my own things as I was eager to go home myself, the quiet and almost vague tap of something solid against the hardwood floor almost lacked catching my attention, the clearing of a throat and I took my time in turning to face the culprit, gazing down Lara face to face as she went from seated, to right against my desk, books huddled against her own blossoming chest as I felt myself slightly taken aback at the qualities of this youth before me. Teacher ethics as well as my own standards towards dating kept my twisted, bondage filled head clear of all thoughts as I mustered the voice through the process of lighting up another smoke. “Something I can help you with? Or are you here to complain about the homework already.” I gave not a second glance at her beauty stricken face, that ponytail of hers dangling over her left shoulder blade and down the center of her protruding breasts, from first meeting with the somewhat legendary Croft left me with the impression of her strong minded, open, and above all else smart ass nature. Back to reality she had to suppress a smile of her own almost as obnoxious as mine, I could tell by the sideways smirk of hers that was all to familiar.
Through the rise and fall of her chest I could tell something along the line of smartass was accumulating, the British accent of hers rolling from the tip of her tongue like a fine wine down ones gullet,” Your little lecture was… Intriguing, to say the least, but your lack of enthusiasm towards the subject brought me to question. Egyptian province was a course taken close towards the beginning semester last year, I was thinking of something a little more…challenging. I’ve already covered the course of eastern history and Egyptian civilization already.”
Another shudder I had to suppress as I was a sucker for an accent, with that I turned towards her with an inquisitive smile etched across my lips, another intake of the cancer filled smoke as through my words did the exhale of smoke follow through in a looming cloud just overhead, the storm clouds of thought. “The material I was given for this semester has already been issued out, anything else beyond what’s been offered I have access else where, most books are in my car. Its usually improper ethics to advance a student ahead of the others unless within the advanced classes, you should try and hit up Professor Sanders on such superficial studies, he’s not as limited as I am.” A good enough reason, college professor maybe I still lacked the glamour of most Brits here, half of them hating me for my supposed “Crude” behavior down to my nasty smoking habits and the ability to not exactly follow orders.
But that far from deterred her.” Yes, I know… I’ve spoken with Sanders already and he was eager to move me to advanced academic studies…but to be honest, he lacks the actual enthusiasm towards the subject of Archaeology, can’t explain it but anyone could just go online and look up the research material, I started college because of my…well, my passion towards it. It’s my reason for wanting to transfer to your class in the first place.”
I stubbed the rest of my smoke in the ash tray as my mind began to wander; there was a hint in her words, as if biting her own tongue for her polite forwardness that she held with the utmost grace. I turned again to face her only after collecting my bag from the table, a quick nod in the direction headed as she fell into step to my side. I took my time in closing the door to class and locking it up tight as the empty hall shadowed each following step after the last. “Lara, I appreciate the incentive you’ve shown in my class. And yes, there is nothing more I’d prefer than to advance you in studies. My resources at the moment are tight, school wise. What I can recommend is just do the work in class, and on the side I can share some of my own books with you that might appeal more to your tastes.” The sales pitch made, her bright eyed nature hidden well behind a rough exterior seemed to crack, not at the advantage of being able to spend time with me as my ego was hoping, but at the chance of outside resources as many books I’ve collected were next to collectors pieces.
Considering she walked to and from school, I offered a ride as we discussed further the extent of my proposal along the lines of advanced studies, and after much persuasion I convinced her to a cup of coffee, what more could I ask for? Sex on the beach, at the time I really wasn’t thirsty for alcohol.
The time was set as I arrived a few minutes later than expected; it was my nature if not pure instinct that kept me hitting the snooze button on important engagements. She was understandably fumed.
“You told me Ten past Nine, it is now Nine twenty five. You might as well have just stiffed me entirely.” Her nostrils flaring as under the table, after a swift kick to my shin, she crossed either leg at the ankle. I rubbed my shin most sorely as I again apologized though dripping with sarcasm.
“Lara, remember. You’re the one interested in these academic studies, if its unappreciative then I can just recommend you to Professor Sanders again. I do have more important engagements.” That’s all it took, clenching her teeth did she apologized with great effort. Soon we were down to business as under the slightly too small table I soon found my left leg bumping against her right knee, an exchange of glances before we were back on topic.
Minutes later did I get the lingering sense of being toyed with, that shadowing feeling of a hidden agenda as she exchanged many glances in between my little lecture. It was then and only then did I set my books aside and look her full on. “Alright, Lara, I want you to be honest with me now, why my class, why such an interest, and above all else, why me?” Having her in previous classes it just struck me odd that she would be more forthcoming with me; usually she held her snotty and stuck up attitude as it was almost a fight between us just to sit her down and get her to work without questioning my every motive. And judging from the nervous glance she exchanged I decided it would be far from easy to gather the truth. “There has to be reasoning behind it, you may be one of my finest student’s work ethics wise, but today was just too much, even for you.”
As she opened her mouth to speak, she caught herself at a lack of words as the lesser of two evils won her over; another kick to the shin would follow along with a sadistic muted laugh. “Its true, I could pick far better instructors, and equally true that through use of persuasion more than forced politeness I could get what I want no hassle. But Mr. West, there is just one thing you left out...” A puzzled look on my face, I just gave a shrug of my shoulders in defeat and waited. “…I’m spoiled and I want you to be my teacher, I also want the research from you because in all honesty you’re the only teacher with a passion towards the subject you teach, no matter how crude or rude you come off.” Following her last words, she went to kick me again, maybe continuous payback for my lack of punctuality. It was at this moment that my sore leg could take no more as I took hold of her left foot, bringing it to rest in my lap as my right hand clasped over her top ankle. “Would you cut that out? The first few times are fine but I’m starting to lose feeling in my damn leg!” The look on her face suddenly changed, her usual playful yet always sadistic smile diminished as it seemed replaced not with concern more as anxiety. As I said before my history with this woman goes far back, many previous run ins, our past chances at talk seemed shadowed with her rough exterior as she would cold shoulder me quite often during our long talks in my class, but with the bribing tool of schooling it was an easy enough trap. Who was the bait and who was being lured was now in question with the sudden bewildered look she shared.
“What is the matter? Can’t handle a few swift kicks, maybe next time you’ll be more incline to be on time, especially when it involves keeping me waiting. Now let go of my foot, you, or I’ll kick you with the other.” I had no idea of the trap she was setting, and before getting off another kick to my shin I brought the heel of my left foot to her right, nestled at the tip of the steel toe as I intended to keep it in place… for god’s sake I’m already losing feeling in one leg.
“For someone who wants help, you sure have an arrogant approach to the subject.” Her further yanking of her trapped foot to my lap left me at grasping the laces, many coming undone with the constant struggling. Maybe it was my use of the word Arrogant that made her seem to lose her polite edge. Again with the yanking of her trapped boot did her foot slide clear out from its confines, grasping her next to bare ankle as the black ankle sock hugged tightly to the curves of her foot, setting the boot to one side I kept hold in fear of what she might do granted the privilege as that look of anxiety again swept over her delicate features, overly eager perhaps. It was here and now did the sudden vivid memory of my own passion did the gears begin to turn within my head, a pawn in this game I would soon find myself to be as this was the opportunity I was looking towards for more than a lifetime it seemed. The chance at a gander at this goddess’s delectable sole, from head to toe it was easy to picture and place the features, but the studded steel toe tips left little room for question, and soon my own ethics and scruples were overwhelmed with this opportunity.
“Let me go! You know, I could have you written up for this and even fired. I have never dealt with someone as irresponsible as you.” She was indeed fuming, but the credibility behind her words was as hollow as her reasoning behind the sudden interests in my studies.
“Alright, Lara, we’ll play this your way. I will give you a chance to come clean and tell me the real reason of your interest in my class; every time I feel that you’re lying, I will take this trapped foot of yours and roll your sock off, the more I roll off, the stronger chances you have at being tickled.” That was the spark in her eye, that spark of a woman with a plan that had just fallen through. Well that would make two of us, if even branded for life as a freak I could no longer curb my lust.
“What…tickle? You wouldn’t. I mean, you’re a teacher, it’s not right.” Her constant babbling left previous speculations of mine to be true, using either knee to hold her leg steady, I began with the ankle sock and rolled it quite neatly away from her ankle, exposing the more than soft flesh of the heel of her foot, the scrunching of her toes her only preparation to what would most likely happen, that along with the grasping of the table top. I planned fully to make her come clean, and for both our sakes I could only hope and pray she would lie through her teeth. The tips of my fingers ever so lightly grazed at the exposed heel as even through the sock did few wrinkles within her foot show, her toes giving another cute wiggle as she closed her mouth to suppress a sudden gasp. “…I am telling the truth. I know that you have further boots, I mean books! Further books on archaeology and philanthropy, I see you read them every day!” She was anxious to fight off another attack, I far from bought it as more of her sock was rolled from her foot, now covering just the tips of her toes as expected was seen before my very eyes. Close to a size nine with a high arch, top and bottom coated in a healthy tan, not too dark and not too bright. The smooth skin almost as soft as silk as my quivering fingertips made another pass over the newly exposed flesh, zigzagging to cover every inch of flesh as a hand shot over her mouth, her foot beginning to wriggle and squirm from side to side, she fought off quite bravely the fit of giggles that began to form within the pit of her stomach as her free hand grasped tightly to the table top, her right foot beginning to squirm as well to break free from under my heel as I decided on a bolder approach. A firm grip of my thighs against her ankle, I stooped forward as my hand scooped up her right foot, making quick work of removing her boot as soon both feet lay clear as day within my lap, the use of cloth napkins assisted me in tying them together at the base of her ankles as I now simply held to the makeshift rope to steady her feet.
“Now, you have little choice. You can either fess up, or you’ll get it with both barrels.” It was my turn for a sadistic smile, and it seemed the overly confident Miss Croft was starting to second guess her hand in this roll...
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Lara Croft
Part Two of the ongoing Saga
Time seemed to slow to a crawl, the passing crowd of coffee lovers alike seeming distant and far over the impending situation. What had led to this very moment? Hand clasped around the nearly bare ankles of a stunning youth barely within adulthood and a matching accent that could drop most all Brits where they stood. It was one thing to don the accent, another to actually understand it, yet few possessed the quality, and well, the looks that made foreign flesh.
All work and planning boiled down to this single moment, as simple a situation it was there were more complex ideals behind it, for the both of us. Maybe it was the eagerness in her eyes, the excitement that even if outside school this was something that simply wasn’t done, tickling or flat out sucking of faces this was plain and simple flirting with a current student, a situation that was shunned at the university I worked for, most likely the loss of my job had this gotten out. Never the less the opportunity to back down left me long ago as I couldn’t stand the burden of denying myself after so long, denying something so simple as lustful intent towards the female specimen, and it was this reason alone that I now held her at hostage with the use of her own body, her own flesh and senses which would cause equal surrender.
“Professor West, this is most unethical of you. And in pointing out I must also protest.” Her words were coming clearer than before, perhaps a sudden change of heart as I seemed to be having with the stop of a heartbeat or two. Heart attack, no, perhaps anxiety. Although her words were nothing short of sincere, I took notice to one of two things; she seemed calmer, more relaxed an accepting towards what was going to happen; and she seemed to cease her struggles, perhaps it ‘was’ the former use of arrogant turned possible insult that caught her sense of pride.
“Alright,” with this considered I simply allow her ankles to rest atop my lap, the only sure thing securing them being the cloth napkins bound together.” Then if you feel this to be wrong by all means put your boots back on and we’ll get back to the true reason we’re both here.” This was my ace in the hole, I had to know something for my own personal benefit, so it was both a shock and totally expected when she either refused, or neglected to hear me. Back in school, during studies of the human anatomy in physics, they would speak of the natural reaction to a severed leg: Although the leg is very much gone or even a finger, an arm, whatever. Although such a part is now separate from the usual design of said body the lingering feel remains, some speculate your soul has a hard time in letting go of the memory, others like to believe that the severed nerves and remaining fragments of flesh hold the continuous process of the circulatory system, giving feel to a part now severed. This ran through my head as she kept her feet in place, maybe the feel of my hands to her ankles were something considered a welcomed treat for her, hence, when removed, the memory long since lasts as she now falls a victim to a still unexplained law of physics. Whichever the reason I let the silence settle in before starting my ring of questioning.” Now, Miss Croft, upon my arrival you requested, nay, pleaded to attend such a class beyond the academic studies and special classes offered to you more than once. This as well as your off and on nature of overly friendly demeanor.”
I allowed the rest to time as I saw within her eyes her scheming to come with a lie, before even speaking did my nimble fingers begin to slowly roll away what was left of her right sock, the tips of her toes, much like the rest of her body, a flawless beauty. The center three digits extended further from the outside two, the high rise of her arch as well as the well sculpted roundness of the heel of her foot. I could see one of the many reasons for her choice in profession of tomb raiding, she possessed the athletic prowess of a skilled runner, not that I was looking, of course, but a body such as hers you cannot avoid for long, no matter how strong your scruples come in for an attack.
Her eyes wavered from the table top shadowing her feet, back towards my eyes in nervous anticipation. She wanted to lie, not just to keep me from knowing but so that I may also be granted the permission to follow through with my promise/threat. “In all honesty I thought it exciting that they would allow a teacher of different origin, I’ve been quite fond of America with frequent trips during the summer. And again, your passion towards the very subject of study is hardly avoidable, yet deterring the longer you teach with such unruly students. So in all fairness this should be a two way situation; you get your flare for teaching Archaeology back, and I learn from someone who could actually give me more than haphazard answers.” All in one breath, I was impressed. She certainly was well educated if not on the side of diplomacy, working for both parties’ best interests. So when I rolled the left sock clean off her foot without hesitation she couldn’t help but give a look of shock just before dissolving from her usual resolve to a mess of muffled giggles, a hand pressed tightly to her mouth as the free hand gripped the table top with quite a force.
“All of that is quite believable, and I detect the honesty beyond your reasoning, but you are leaving something out.” Either hand occupied at the appointed task, my left working on her right in light flicks and pokes of the quivering flesh, her toes wiggling and scrunching with such vigor that couldn’t be denied. My right upon her left worked at the underside of her toes, and although squirming to and fro it seemed her toes would flex and spread open according to where my attacking fingers would travel, favoring and savoring each spot, if she wasn’t enjoying herself then it seemed her body was disagreeing with her mind. And just at the peek of her resistance did something odd and most questioning happen, she began to slouch just slightly within her chair, her left side beginning to tilt further and further to the side, she fought to compose herself as each word mixed in with the escaping giggles just as I lightened my teasing.
“Pro-Eee-fessor, I am ~Squeak~ am being honest! I He-he-hebeleive thahahat your passion and professionalism is gehehen-oh god not the toes-… is hehehe- is genuine!” The last segment of her words came out in garble as half couldn’t even be deciphered, ah well, this game wouldn’t be won just yet today. I started with renewed vigor as my fingertips scrabbled from the heel of her soft feet, up the tender and quivering arch, to her outstretched toes as she flexed her foot most eagerly, causing another uproar of girlish giggling and laughing.
In the process of this I couldn’t help but feel my own burning libido starting to rise, along with a long lasting friend. But it seemed I wasn’t the only one, she was at the receiving end and aside from the uncontrollable spasm of the muscles within her legs, her thighs, she gave no effort, if not using each ounce of strength to keep her feet in place as the quick rise and fall of her back could be seen, laying face first atop the table as she submitted. My speculation soon turned to truth, further advancing to undeniable shock at the catch that was given to me. This woman was undoubtedly getting turned on, and getting off on this, her giggles coming shorter in between as quiet whimpers turned to longing moans, the curl under each toe as well as the softened arches causing a slight jump and a series of louder moans each time. It only grew worse as I applied pressure for a full onslaught yet again from head to toe, not willing to give in until I had her, a quivering mess on the table top. Her body shaking and convulsing as she shot upright, her back becoming rigid in a permanent arch as the shooting sensations through her leg caused an almost muffled scream through bit lips, her feet yanking from my lap and slamming to the ground with a loud thud as the palms of either hand followed the same example, her head hunched forward as the heavy and labored breathing continued far after. Through the process strands of hair had come undone from the pony tail, many strands masking her face as I stood to my feet, slipping her boots with the ankles socks rolled up inside of them just under her as I whispered to her ear,” I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” Starting out with briefcase in front, if it was true, what I had just witnessed and caused, then good or bad this would most definitely leave the lasting impression. Regardless, I knew it wouldn’t be the last of these promiscuous encounters of ours. It was a shame to say the least, and I wasn’t looking much forward to the inevitable cold shower it would take to calm me down, but for now, baseball, cold showers. baseball, cold showers.
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Lara Croft
Part Three of an ongoing Saga
It had been a week since our last actual encounter, a momentous occasion that affected the both of us, Lara for her youth, and me with my still aging form. Barely within my twenties and a stunning example of the male specimen yet I felt so old, sometimes so distant from my body due to the neglect given to physical needs and contact, it was all for the best I would express time and time again, some things within my own nature were somewhat obscene if not a little obtuse, shunned upon. I was just trying my best to do my job and get through another grueling semester of under eager youths and oversexed adolescence, I knew better myself granted the dirty thought or two, all considerably normal.
The time had come with the material granted, for the annual field trip to a given origin of choice, out of sheer boredom did I decide upon Rome as myself being the teacher would be stuck planning endlessly with tour guides and battling with guest services for luggage checks, I was already planning for disappointment. I stood up before the class just as Lara stumbled in late for the third day in a row, whispering amongst the different social groups along with the accusing stare as she gave me a formal, yet apologetic look before taking her usual seat. I just wanted this class to hurry and end as I went into detail of the trip, starting through each row with the passing out of parental consent forms, fill out here on line a, have a parent fill out line b, so on and so forth. Upon reaching Lara did my actual speech end as I gave my usual accusing yet understanding stare, the look she knew far well as she wouldn’t be going anywhere after class. I soon returned to my seat to indulge in my usual afternoon smoke, cup of coffee still steaming up its contents on the desk just to the right of the ash tray, at that point I was just a few clicks away before the bell rang indicating the end of class.
I flipped a seat around just in front of Lara’s, again expressing her apologies as the excuse at hand was both lack of sleep and time, having enthralled herself on the books I issued out that day, savor possible moments of embarrassment from the situation prior to issuing out the new study material to her. I tried my best in coaching her, letting her know she could discuss this with me as it was the two of us this happened to involve, but it was no go for her, she was really troubled by the experience. The teacher like instincts of mine had kicked in a full notch. “Lara, I told you from the start that this added material will only be issued out with your understanding that it wouldn’t affect your current studies. If this keeps up I will either ask you to drop the study on the new material, or I’ll be forced to drop you.” I hated saying this, and equally hated the disheartened look on her face as I reached a hand to place atop hers, a friendly yet firm shake just before letting go and leaning back against the chair.
“I- I am sorry that this has happened, I do love your class and want to pass. But in all honesty I just can never seem to pull myself away from the new text you gave me, it’s absolutely invigorating! I hardly ever sleep; I hardly eat, just read. I don’t want to fail this class, I promise to do better.” Sincere enough as all I could do at the time was nod, she was honest enough and I know with the extra work she’s been putting her mind to overdrive.
“Listen… To pass this class you still need to attend the trip to Rome, it counts for half of your grade. When you go I want you to leave the research at home for now and just pay attention on the tour guides, can you do that for me?” With these words did the brightened smile I’ve yet to even see from here seemed to show as clear as the sun in the open sky, savor that these skies were based in mostly cloudless California, there was always a gloom looming over Britain. “Now I have to start working on the actual arrangements, and something I’ve yet to tell anyone is that due to lack of budgeting, staffing of the students will be more complicated, you’ll most likely have to bunk with three others in one room.” Again, I could see those gears of hers turning behind brightened eyes, a slight shift in her seat as she brought one leg to cross over the other, leaving her left dangling freely in open air. It was around this time I returned to my desk for a moments time before coming back with the missed work since her sudden constant spurt of absences, going over and reviewing a few changes in the actual assignments to spice things up as much as possible, damn Administration. Nod after nod she simply went through a perpetual state of acceptance, my eyes jumping from over the pages to that dangling left foot of hers, through the time from the incident to now I couldn’t help but think of nothing else but my job and the possible loss of it due to the teacher, student situation I now had under my belt. But now that time had passed, and the situation not yet out in the open I could actually concentrate on my internal alarms that screamed at me to give attention to those which sparked my flames of passion.
“Alex… I mean, Professor,” First name basis, that usually never led to anything good, not entirely unpleasant but always bad news to some degree. “I could do this pretty much over night, if I were to do so and have it in tomorrow when the consent forms are due, would that put me back up to speed with the rest of the class?” Another shift of her legs as soon my sneaky eyes found ways to divert to her right foot which was now rubbing up and down the length of her left, perhaps just an itch as she seemed to be scratching rather hard, what I didn’t notice was the laces undoing in said process.
“Well, if you can get this done to me at least by the end of the week you should be golden. The trip is scheduled for all of next week anyways, leaving you from now till Friday. Just do your best is all I really can say.” Perhaps I forgot to inhale, or even neglected that my smoke was still pressed between my lips as ash replaced the entire smoke from tip to butt, breaking with a sudden sharp breath as I was forced to dust off portions of my plain black shirt and the desk top. Amusing enough, it brought Lara to fits of giggles as soon the scratching continued with the minor rotation of her left to her right in a similar matter, must be a bitch at times always wearing boots, that much longer to take off and lace up. In any case when she began that dangle of hers with her left foot again, I was slightly taken aback at the fact the boot was next to falling from her foot. Again she and I kept with the subject of schooling as well as the activities to be accomplished while on the field trip, her constant fidgeting causing her leg to graze against my extended knee.
“Oh, do not worry. I will be sure to have this turned in before then. Thank you so much.” Her last words just before leaning to her immediate left to gather her bag and stuff her things to ready herself to go home. In the process of her current balancing act did she extend a leg outward, her boot slipping clean off from the shift in weight as her seeming sock less foot now dangle just before my very eyes? Now that I gave thought into it she has been coming in not only late, but looking slightly in disarray although that far from deterred her already far from charming looks, and with the impending offer could I not resist reaching out with the tip of my pen to give a stroke at the sole of her soft as ever foot, a light wriggle of her toes with a mixed giggle/sigh as she continued with the sorting of her work, propping the base of her heel just against the edge of my desk as she soon sat upright again to overlook the homework assignment. Well if this wasn’t short of an offer then she must be the most oblivious woman on the planet, so when my fingers started a light grazing of her center arch, the constant wiggle of her toes and stifled giggles were no real shock. I was tempted to ask her through her constant battle of composure why interested in continuing this charade but now wouldn’t be the time, as she felt herself slipping more and more did she bring her foot down and back into the confines of her boot, standing to her feet as she started out with a slight kiss on the cheek.
The second I heard that door shut did the words “Damn it.” Mutter under my breath, I was becoming far too caught up in the follow up cold showers that were my partners to bed. If this keeps up I just might be forced to say to hell with ethics and just manhandle her in the classroom there and now, another curse much louder this time as that thought mixed with the previous situation literally left me in stitches… I think I’ll just wait a bit and, umm, cool down. It wouldn’t be wise to walk through the teacher filled halls with a stiffy that always pointed north; I suck at directions so it was my assumption anyways.
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Lara Croft
Part Four of an ongoing Saga
I sat within the tub, the cold water of the overhead nozzle a blessing in disguise as wet fingertips ran course through equally damp hair. It was closing in on the date to leave to our trip to Rome and I was growing in anxiety. How could I allow myself to stumble as much as I have, maybe I should have tried to keep the job down in California, wasn’t as many obligations that I hold down here, or up, who cares. That wasn’t the issue, nor was my future that would surely grow here, community wise I was starting to flourish as the uprising underdog in this ‘advanced’ society, but that still wasn’t enough, these people were thriving for the incite of an off world contact so to speak. Crude in nature and equally rude in many aspects I still took very much with me from the freedom of speech America, it held somewhat in Britain but not as much, they expected some polite upbringing and social ineptitude from each of their citizens and I just couldn’t provide it, how can I smile and bow to a complete and utter bitch just because she lacked a penis? It just isn’t done like that for me.
Lara had made it a point to invite me over regarding the study material that was becoming the bane of my existence, had I not given it to her we would still co-exist as student and teacher, but now she had me on her short leash and she was far from ready to let go, it was almost sickening in a way that I could be strung along so well, but coming from someone that pretty much was almost hated on every degree from her piers for her own ability at total and complete rudeness while maintaining every level of sheer politeness from every Brit, it was the one thing she had on me, the one thing that drew me closer and closer to her. Hell, we were only on an age difference of five years, why not? She’s an adult, I’m a child caught in an adult’s body, why should I see a problem in this, why not just go over to her place and ravage her limb from limb as it would soon turn out? The fact of public knowledge, the fact of her own upstanding title, and the fact that although revered by my piers and students, among the social class I was hated through and through, and it was that social class that made up landlords, police chiefs, most of the political council I dealt with, and sadly to say, a good percentage of the Administrators here, what a fucked up society of mock freedom.
I stood from the bath/shower, turning the water off and drying myself from head to toe before standing at the full sized mirror to stare at what I’ve become. I’m attractive in every aspect, far from shy, and undoubtedly on the shortest of leashes since I arrived here. Reluctantly I started to get dressed, a pair of jeans and wife beater under a short sleeve black Tee, matching boots that I’ve had since sixteen, and quite possibly my only sentimental item in my possession. Well, here I am, and here I get ready to go and most likely throw gas on an already raging forest fire.
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I arrived a few minutes late, the constant staring in the mirror at what I knew was going to come of this whole situation was more than getting to me, maybe I just up and forgot about time all together. But it was a bit surprising when she seemed just pleased I accepted the offer, there was something missing from this picture though; I knocked on the door, her Butler answered and led me to the living room, she came down to greet me. Okay, lets go through this step by step: From bottom to top she was wearing a pair of sketcher backless sneakers, at mid waist was the usual pair of short shorts, and top wise… top wise… well I could be wrong but at first, second, and third glance it seemed her long hair was the only thing keeping from revealing her voluptuous chest. A smack or two later of myself and yes, I was right, she indeed lacked a top, well shit this wasn’t going to go away with the help of a cold shower. All I could do was give a simple “Hello.” And hope not to stumble over each of my words as well as myself. I was going to take a seat but she recommended going to her room as her study work was already in the proper order upstairs, had I said no and hoped to be confident I’d still be in the hole at some degree, a tricky business women were, planning for every outcome. When her more than pleased smile showed due to my reluctant acceptance, she started back up the stairs without a hint of hesitation that I’d surely follow. Manipulative bitch and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
As I entered her room I wasn’t exactly shocked to see everything organized and in its place, savor the mess along the well made bed, and leaning against the headboard, Lara Croft looking over the work. I dutifully took a seat at the edge of the bed as the string of questions and answers were to follow with the next few hours, toying around or not she still held a genuine interest in said topic and I was more than happy to oblige. It was just as things were winding down did the actual play began as I asked to use the bathroom, given simple directions I went to take a leak and try to calm myself with a brush of cold water to the face.
I returned shortly, her setting aside the work we reviewed as she scooted closer towards the end I sat at, a single leg extended outward as she rested her cheek against her right knee, still wearing the backless sneakers. I took my seat and overlooked the maps provided as she went into her own research through her personal library; I had to admit I was quite impressed; she seemed to have the text she needed. We further discussed along the lines of eastern civilization when she set the text aside, expressing those immortal words I both hoped to hear, and wished to avoid. “Would it be okay to call you Alex? Well, Alex, I was curious… do you have a girlfriend?” I myself getting caught slightly off guard, just simply shook my head to the question, there were a few flings during high school, and my previous employer was one on the side of the looker, but otherwise just lacked the time between trying to get my own life in order. “Well, have you found someone of interest since your stay in Britain? Must have an eye on someone to say the least?” I could see where this was going, she started to put away the text in order to time period as she placed it just to the side of her bed, in the process of bending and scooping did her foot find its way across my right thigh, a slight tease of my side before it lay to rest atop my lap.
If I was asking for it, or if this was going to be the end of my career I couldn’t help standing on the sidelines, this attractive woman had been hitting on me since day one and only due to student teacher ethics did I decline, but I was only one man, the regular fuckup like many others as a hand lay to rest atop her ankle, my thumb idly toying with the laces as it was inevitable the uselessness for laces on backless sneakers. If you ask me they were invented just to fuck with those blessed with said fetish, I should know. “Well, Lara… I have had my eye on someone in all honesty, just a little uncertain of her feelings at the moment.” Adjusting within my seat, I gave a glance over of her room when not looking as I found the inevitable bondage equipment on her night stand; this couldn’t be just a coincidence. I fell into the usual routine of subtlety as I stood from my seat, slowly circling around the outside of the bed as her gaze soon fell upon me.
“If you don’t mind my asking, who would this person be?” Her breathing starting to become hitched, breaths far too long apart as my fingertips idly skittered across the leather cuffs and restraints. Much like a child caught stealing in a candy shop, she blushed a nice shade of crimson as she slowly lower herself, now laying on her right side and watching my movement, her right arm extended outward as I took the sets of cuffs at hand, using the first to connect to the headboard, and then her wrist. As I fall into place at the foot of the bed, I snapped another cuff to the adjacent post and then to her ankle; thrust and repeat I soon left her with little room of movement as I took one of the chairs at the study desk in her room and pulled it close to the foot of the bed, a small coffee table set to the left of the chair and my handkerchief used as a simple blindfold. I was tempted to brush the strands of hair aside that covered her blossoming chest but decided against it for the time being; in the meantime I simply asked where her kitchen was, as well as the rest of her little toys. Both she answered without question although the kitchen did throw her off quite well.
About five minutes later did I come back with the setup of every tool I would need, a simple carvers knife used to strip her of the remaining clothing, a simple vibrator with remote was fit snug between her thighs, and her black panties did its job of keeping it in place, the stage was almost set. I took a roll of string from the kitchen, unsure of its use as I started with her fingertips, immobilizing them from even an inch of movement, tape used to keep her mid section from movement as I kept the access of her bellybutton, and the last bit of string to immobilize each little digit of her toes, I had her exactly where I wanted her. A length of duct tape was placed over her mouth as my fingertips lightly skittered across her taut stomach, obvious that she would have done anything just to at least defend herself, a helpless squirm she was even denied as the first of many giggles came muffled through the tape. The stage set, I was ready to play.
I took my seat as I overlooked the supplies at hand, the obvious choice to start was a simple series of feathers, stiff to the tip; next to follow was a steel bowl filled with ice cubes, a similar bowl filled with pitted cherries; the next being a torch lighter as well as the remote to the vibrator. I started off small as instead of the inevitable brushing of her feet, I used the quill tips to cover from heel to toe, causing quite a thrashing, or what thrashing she could manage, the tape giving way to the screaming fits of laughter as the arch of her foot gave quite a show in the flexing of the tormented flesh, the string used to secure her fingertips straining hard against the post as she fought just to curl her fingers to a fist, it was possibly the lack of all movement altogether that made it far worse for her, so when I gave a full onslaught of both feet with my fingertips, the quills seemed far from as effective as this new torment as renewed screams came through her hoarse throat, her body shaking and shuddering beyond what I was expecting. As I stopped, I flicked the highest setting for said vibrator as her screams doubled in pitch, perhaps somewhere in between the tickling she had gotten turned on herself, or maybe she wasn’t yet ready for such a high setting, either way I was enjoying the show. I took a seat within the center of the bed, her convulsing muscles ignoring every feeling but that pulsing between her legs as I made strong note to slow to a dull pulse before she was ready to get off, the bowl of ice cubes and the lighter set just across her quivering stomach. I checked to make sure the lighter was still in use before placing the first cube atop her bellybutton, fitting snug in place as the new sensation caused new fits of muffled garble under the gag, I followed the same with either palm, but only as a reminder of her truly helpless form as the lighter was used to burn at the cubes, causing a drip of excess to flow freely over her vibrating stomach, the occasional pass of the flame over her obviously stiff nipples causing much unpleasant turmoil, it only was the beginning as the tip of the feather soon found the hollow of her left underarm, both on the verge of orgasm and border lining just passing out altogether as one would have to be sacrificed, hence the turn down of the vibrator, oh she must be hating me right now, it was only when my skittering fingertips trailed from center chest to her sides did her thrashing begin yet again, the vibrator keeping her in a state of perpetual bliss as her mind fought most desperately for the focus of the pulsing vibrator between her legs, only getting as far as the raging fire in her loins before it was set to the backburner for the onslaught of tickling forcing laughter after laughter out of her sore lungs.
Slowly did I straddle her waist, leaving her that moment of eternal bliss as the thrum of the vibrator could be felt pulsing through the length of her stomach, my nibbling teeth finding her left, stiffened nipple while my wandering hand fondling her right, her thrashing reduced to the sensual rise and fall of her chest, her hips trying with all their might to thrust forth against the vibrator against the odds against her, making it equal torture when my hands dove for the exposed pits of her underarms. I can’t help it, her thrashing was nothing short of a turn on for me as I found my own pulsing member on the verge near burst catastrophe, my eyes slowly closing to half crescent moons as the closer I got from the erotic scene alone the further away was I really from accomplishing anything as my fingers dug deeper in their ticklish onslaught, the world around me spinning and turning at its vigorous pace as I found my mentality slipping away, fading to black.
Drenched in a cold sweat, sheets as well as my boxers soaked as my eyes shot open, sitting upright with a sudden gasp for air. I looked from left to right in hopes that I just simply passed out, which made my fear grow by the second, Lara was nowhere in sight. With a disappointed sigh, mixed with a quiet chuckle at my own plight did I collapse back onto the bed, regardless of it costing my career, Rome was the turning point in my life whether she liked it or not.
