Roleplay and assplay

“Well, Dr. Jones, I suppose you weren't expecting this,” Rachel's words as she walks past your head confuses you, then she distracts you by casually dropping something onto your stomach. Looking down, you see the Fedora she wore on the way up now obscuring your stiffening rod from view.

“That's right,” Next, Rachel makes you look up to where she's now stopped at the foot of the lounger, and you groan at the sight that greets you, “Lara Croft, the intrepid Tomb Raider, is a dirty, dickgirl slut...”

A growled “Fuck...” pours past your lips and your schlong twitches hard enough to make the Fedora bob up and down as you take in Rachel's version of the classic Tomb Raider outfit.

“Surprised, Dr. Jones?” Forming her lips into a confident smile, one that's backed up by the slight rise that her right eyebrow undergoes, Rachel wraps one hand round her stiff rod and gives it a long, slow stroke. The reason why she can do that is that the brown hot pants she's got on, which are even tinier than the shorts Lara Croft wore in the original games, are wide-open at the front, forming a triangle that leaves her member and her balls completely out in the open. Looking at the hot pants, you can't see any button, and certainly no zipper, which means that they're only staying up thanks to how tightly they're clinging to Rachel's thighs and her firm, juicy ass.

“Surprised that this hot slut's packing an eight-inch cock that's throbbing because of all the things you're going to do to her?” Rachel continues, obviously enjoying herself immensely as she lets you admire her in silence, with your gaze reaching the point where a double holster is wrapped tightly round her midriff, with a big dildo stuck into each one, exactly like she said there would be. And since those hot pants are so tight, all you have to do to find out if she's included the butt plug too is to wait for her to turn around.

“And don't think for a second that I’m ashamed of it either,” It might be in-character, but hearing Rachel say that about her 'secret' has your heart soaring. Then your eyes wander even further up your girlfriend's delectable body to her tits, and your cock soars too. Rather than a top, Rachel's wearing an aquamarine t-shirt that hugs her tits tight. It's been pretty massively cut-down, until it covers no more than the top half of her tits and leaves the bottom of her areolae visible underneath where her stiff nipples are seriously poking the material. Someone – and you've got a pretty good idea who – has also what looks very much like lipstick and written 'John's Slut' across the part of it that remains.

“Any shame I might have felt went away the first time I made it explode all over my face by fingering my ass,” Finally, your visual journey up Rachel's glorious body finishes as you reach her beaming face just in time to catch her follow up on her last bit of dirty talk by wetting her luscious lips. Once she sees where you're looking, she widens her smile even further. Before you're caught up by her smile, you spot how she's tied her hair in a braid just like Miss Croft's. In truth, that's probably the one thing about Rachel's get-up that really resembles that which it's based on.

“Really, Dr. Jones, in the short time I’ve known you, I've never once seen you bereft of a witty repartee,” Rachel purrs, then hisses as she gives her dick another stroke, and a big drop of precum comes pouring out onto its flared head, “Don't tell me this is what it takes to leave you speechless...”

“Who says I'm speechless, Lady Croft?” Slipping into character as best you can, you take the hat by its top and lift it off your cock at the same time as you bring yourself up to sit straddling the lounger. When you do, it makes your erect member smack against your stomach, and you get to see Rachel's mouth open as she starts to eye it hungrily.

“I'm not that surprised, either,” You continue, playing with the brim of your Fedora, then carefully smoothing out its top with your fingers before finally placing it on the back of your head and rising to your feet.

“If you're a dirty dickgirl slut,” Now you're the one doing all the talking, since Rachel is too busy ogling your cock and trying to breathe her way out of her t-shirt to reply to you verbally, “The only part that surprises me even a little is the middle one. The rest, I knew from the moment I first saw you.”

“God, it's just so big...” Rachel whimpers, doing an excellent job pretending that this is the first time she gets to see your almost painfully hard rod pointing straight at her, and the amount of emotion that she pours into her voice has a slow, powerful throb roll up the length of your member.

“It's going to feel bigger still going up your ass, Lara,” You tell her, and immediately Rachel's eyes dart up to meet your gaze, and after another lustful whimper, she starts chewing on her bottom lip.

“You want to fuck my arse, Dr. Jones?” So far, Rachel has been very good about keeping her voice sounding posh and classy, and she somehow manages to stick to that even as she moans out the word 'arse'.

“Of course I do,” Moving forwards as fast as your wide-legged stance will allow you to, you almost have the crown of your cock press up against that of Rachel's, her heels compensating for your taller stature, and keep your lips formed into a thin, confident smile, “And I haven't met a kinky Brit girl yet who didn't love getting it up the ass.”

“Such a big fucking cock...” Rachel breathes out, while she's back to staring at your member, before carrying out a soft forwards roll of her hips that has your cockheads connecting and your precum starting to mix.

“Lady Croft, why don't you turn around?” You're not that happy with your Indiana Jones impression, but Rachel doesn't seem to mind.

“Big dick...” She moans, and doesn't move at all.

“It ain't the size, honey, it's the mileage,” It might be corny and borderline nonsensical, but you do manage to adapt one of Indy's lines from the movies, and it's enough to make Rachel break character for a moment and start giggling, “Now turn around, Lara. Let me look at that sexy ass with my own eyes.”

Without reminding you which character from which movie series that you're supposed to be, Rachel gives you a quick nod and turns around. Within seconds, you're producing a guttural groan as you spot the circular base of a butt plug outlined inside the back of her shorts.

“A butt plug, Lady Croft?” Shuffling your way in closer, you place the head of your schlong against the circle and give it a push of your hips, “How many tombs have you raided with that buried between your cheeks?”

“Q-quite a few!” Again, Rachel's voice becomes little more than a lustful whimper, and you can see her working her thumbs down inside the waistband of her permanently wide-open hot pants.

“Funny,” Pulling back and adjusting your stance, you thrust forwards, bringing your cockhead in between Rachel's legs and letting it rub up against her slit, “I swear I can smell pussy.”

“What have you got hidden behind your balls, Lara?” You ask, placing your left hand on her hip while your right assists her in peeling her hot pants off her full, bouncy asscheeks.

“A wet little pussy!” Rachel cries out, just as the two of you manage to lay bare a little of the butt plug's wide base.

“Yeah, that's what I thought,” Using more of your strength, you yank her hot pants down further to reveal the whole of the butt plug protruding out from between your gorgeous girlfriend's buttocks, then grab onto her wrists to keep her from pulling them down any further. Where they are right now, those teeny shorts are forcing her to keep her legs close together, and that suits your aims perfectly, “Want me to fuck that first?”

“No!” Rachel cries out, having already observed quite keenly that your cock is still coated with her spit, “Pound my arse, Indy!”

“Better remove this first,” Smiling, you slide your hand into the narrow gap between Rachel's cheeks and the butt plug and separate your fingers to grasp at the latter, and recall the early scene in the South American temple from the first movie, “But what should I replace it with?”

“Your sexy cock!” Rachel immediately replies, and jerks her hips, though her hot pants are clinging to her so tightly that they barely slide down her thighs at all, no matter how violently she throws her weight from one side to the other.

“Well, let me just pull this out slowly,” Grinning from ear to ear, you ease the butt plug back about an inch through Rachel's ringpiece, which makes her moans grow louder and needier, “You know what a cautious fellow I am...”

“Indy!” Despite her arousal, Rachel remains in-character when she cries out your 'name', and manages to do so without having her voice turn as sharp as Marion's, or as annoying as Willie's, “Fuck my slutty ass, you bastard!”

“Now you're getting nasty,” Your grin remains in place as you pull back harder on your wrist, making the butt plug pop free of Rachel's asshole like a champagne cork. Discarding it by tossing it behind you onto the lounger, you step in closer behind your girlfriend, wrapping your arms round her midsection and pressing your dick against her ass.

“Oh, feels like someone remembered to bring the staff of Ra!” Rachel cries out, her voice heavy with glee, and jerks her ass towards you in such a way that a portion of your shaft slips in between her asscheeks and the crown of your fuckpiece is rubbing against her back.

“Rachel!” You chortle, and tighten up your arms round her stomach, although you're careful not to trap her member between them, “You're making it awfully hard to stay in character.”

“I'm sorry, Dr. Jones, did I make you lose your composure?” From the way she's smiling back at you over her shoulder, it looks like Rachel is desperate for some more 'punishment', “How are you going to have me make up for it?”