The Archaeologist's Mistress

by Jamie MacFrey

  “Do you want me to take you anywhere in particular?” said the attendant, placing me on the seat in the back of the cab, then taking his chair behind the bar. “I could call the police.”

  “Hospital,” I managed. I wanted to grab him and kiss him, I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, in my pussy, to have his lips, his tongue, rubbing across my nipples, sucking and licking my clit. It took all my control to lay down on the seat opposite the in-cab bar.

  “Are you sick? Shouldn’t I call ‘991?’” he asked, concerned.

  “No, they won’t take me seriously, just take me to the hospital,” I said. I had resisted jumping him on the spot, but I wasn’t able to resist my own body. I realized I was flicking my own nipple, the fingers of my other hand rubbing along my clit.

  “Pretty dangerous, isn’t it?” I asked, burying one finger to the knuckle inside me. “Hacking autocab routes? The SIA could come knocking at your door.”

  He was barely paying attention, staring instead at the sight between my legs, my finger making a soft sucking sound as I worked it. He seemed entranced, like I’d hypnotized him. Guess I had, in a way.

  “No. I just changed the dispatch manager,” he managed, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. His eyes traveled up to mine, holding steady as they could manage. “If my cab is within a certain distance of fares I’ve given a priority, I get them. I don’t mess with the routes.”

  “You made me...oh—fuck—a priority fare?” I squirmed as my fingers pushed inside and found a most delightful part of my pussy, probing it gently. The attendant’s eyes whipped down and back up like a flag on a pole in the middle of a hurricane.

  “Sure,” he said. “After that time you came back from GJS? That was fucking hot.”

  “What was?” I couldn’t remember, myself. Something to do with Theed.

  “You were...you were full of cum,” he half-stammered. “Like, you were leaking it. And you made sure I knew.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be. It’s pretty boring being the attendant in an autocab. I mean, I can’t even afford a car myself.”

  “I have one. I pay more in insurance than what it’s worth, though,” I offered. I was staring at his chest, then looked up at his face. My fingers were making wet noises down between my legs, loud in the silence of the cab, and he slowly peeled his gaze off them to look at me.

  “Who were those men?” he asked. “The ones that dropped you in the river?”

  It was incredibly inappropriate to be driving my fingers up into myself at this moment, my back arching across the seat.

  “Some friends of mine,” I said. I didn’t need this guy poking through my business, no matter how well a wet shirt clung to his chest.

  “Had a falling out?”

  “Something like that. They doped me up with a poison. It’s having a…” I paused and gasped as I found a good spot. “...a side effect. That’s why I need to go to the hospital.”

  “If those guys dumped you in the river, won’t they be watching to see if you get admitted to a hospital?” he asked.

  I hadn’t thought about that. I did now. As I did, I began to finger my clit a little.

  “Probably, yes,” I said, after a moment. “Change of plan: I need to go to the nearest full-service autodoc.”

  The attendant nodded, turned to the console in his bar, and punched in the new location. The cab lurched, and I watched as the streets below us changed direction.

  “What’s your name?” I asked.

  “Stofer,” he said.

  “Hi Stofer. I’m Sare,” I said. “Will you come here a minute?”

  He wandered over to me, his face curious and concerned. It was almost a little touching. I was a total stranger. If he’d been smart, he would’ve reported it as a false hail when he saw them dump me in the river.

  I reached up for the fly of his pants, undoing the buttons and dragging the white pants down, then reaching inside his underwear and drawing his cock out. It was already quite hard in my hand and growing harder.

  “While we’re on our way, I want to thank you. I’m definitely worth a priority.”

  I leaned forward, engulfing his cock in my mouth.

  “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, reaching down, wrapping his hand around the back of my head. His other hand grabbed the nearest of my breasts, squeezing it hard, then rubbing his thumb up along the nipple in its clamp.

  There was no particular method to my work, outside of I wanted to taste his cock and have as much of him in my mouth as I could manage. I was sucking on him like it was my last chance in my entire life, which, if Yallen had been telling the truth about ganinine it very well might be.

  Stopher didn’t need much encouragement to become a more active participant in the proceedings. I gripped his thigh with one hand and he began to push his hips forward, fucking my mouth slowly at first, and then, when I showed zero resistance, beginning to really get into it, giving me long, hard, rapid strokes. He didn’t have the world’s most impressive cock, but in my state it was more than enough and it actually was pretty much perfect—just long enough to be trouble, but not enough to choke me to death before the poison did me in.

  At the same time, he reached a hand down between my legs, finding my own and pulling it out. I gave a plaintive little mew, and then moaned when he pulled my fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. When they were clean, he stuck his fingers in my mouth, making me suck on them until they were wet.

  His hand returned to the junction of my legs, his fingers teasing the opening to my cunt, the tips sliding along my lips, then pushing forward before they began to dry.

  “Oh, yes!” I gasped, pulling his cock out of my mouth. His fingers were a lot thicker and longer than mine, and they felt fantastic as he began to wiggle them inside me, tapping out Morse code in my pussy.

  He didn’t let me off that easy, pushing forward a bit more, the head of his cock tapping insistently at my lips. I opened up, taking him back into my mouth, staring up at him for a moment, his gaze focused on me, the pupils in his eyes dilated, watching as I slipped his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth until my nose was pressed up against his groin. He gasped, his fingers pausing for a moment, and I shifted my legs, squeezing them. In a moment, his hand resumed its work. My eyes closed and I began to lose myself in the moment. I used my own hand to play with my clit, rubbing in little circles as he plumbed my cunt, his fingertips working it from the other side, my body pulsing and humming with a joyful heat.

  “Oh, fuck, Sare, I’m going to come,” he muttered. “I’m going to come right now.”

  I didn’t dare say anything, only opened my eyes so I could see the expression on his face, encouraging him with a careful lashing of my tongue against the head of the cock buried in my mouth.

  “Oh, goddamn,” he moaned. The fingers in my pussy squeezed hard and the hand on the back of my head held me at my closest point, my nose pressed into the smattering of dark hair above his cock and I inhaled the earthy scent of his sweat. His cock pulsed, his cum rushing into my mouth, directly to my throat, and I swallowed instinctively, easily, taking him as his hips slowly began to move again, each pump of his cock ending with a jet of hot cum between my lips.

  I lost it. I lost it harder than I ever had giving head and getting fingered before. I would have screamed if I hadn’t had my mouth full, and as it was, I still gave it my best shot. Stopher gave out a little grunt of pain as my pussy tightened hard around his fingers, and I felt them slip back a little in response, but I reached down and grabbed his wrist, keeping them buried in me, and eventually he began to pump them back and forth again, drawing out my pleasure, moaning around his cock as my climax wracked through my body.

  “Fuuuuuck,” I managed, leaning back on the seat when he’d done. He fixed me a drink, just soda water from the bar, because he couldn’t comp mixed drinks, and I washed the taste out of his cum off my tongue. A part of me couldn’t help but regret it, thinking about his face as he’d filled my mouth up. That had to
be the ganinine, though.

  “Destination reached,” announced the autocab. The door opened and Stopher looked at me again, concern in his eyes.

  “I’ll be okay, it’s an autodoc,” I said.

  “You have to tell the autocab that this is a hold, not a departure,” he said, and I chuckled. My optical lit up and I signaled the cab to wait for me.

  “I thought I was your priority customer,” I said. “Won’t you just come back to me?”

  “That’d be suspicious as hell,” said Stopher. “The dispatcher program doesn’t let you cancel fares. I’d be off for another in no time.”

  “Well, it’s all set,” I said, hopping out.

  “Wait, Sare,” he called. I looked back and he took a company blazer out from behind the bar, tossing it to me.

  “Can’t go out there with nothing,” he said. “We still have some standards on Mars.”

  I laughed. Martian lack of decorum was such a bullshit stereotype for the movie industry. On the other hand, here I was without pants. I flipped the jacket over my shoulders, found the autodoc, and stepped inside.

  “Full scan and treatment,” I ordered. It didn’t take as long as I thought it would, and when I saw the readout I saw why.

  “Scans consistent with female in heightened state of arousal, post-intercourse. Heart rate high, blood pressure at high range of normal. Otherwise healthy,” it said.

  I placed a forefinger over the machine. “Full bloodwork,” I said, and hissed a little when the needle pricked me.

  The readout didn’t tell me much. Normal blood sugar levels. My blood type, O positive. I maybe had a bit of a cold, judging by the response from my immune system, but I was asymptomatic. All the other tests came back negative. Still, they hadn’t injected me with nothing. My chest was thumping harder and I was grinding my legs together constantly, doing everything I could to keep a hand off my clit.

  “I am experiencing unwanted hypersexual urges,” I told the computer. I really doubted the autodoc wanted to hear a long backstory involving an archaeological dig on Ganymede and sourcing a chemical compound from their DNA. And that it had the ability to care anything about it, even if it had wanted to. To that end, I was going to have to treat the symptoms and hope for the best. So far the autodoc hadn’t found any signs that my organs were failing.

  “How long have you had these urges for?”

  I popped my head out of the autodoc and waved at Stopher. He shook his head, but I waved again, insistently this time. I leaned forward, letting his jacket flop open a little bit so he could see my tits. Stopher left the confines of his cab.

  “We can get in a lot of trouble for abandoning our cabs. I heard a guy got fired to getting out to give someone first aid.”

  “I need you to tell the autodoc that I’ve had urges for 48 hours,” I said.

  “What? Why do you need me for that?” he asked.

  “Because I can’t lie right now,” I moaned. My body was humming like I’d been drinking straight caffeine all day. Telling Stopher that made me feel really good, good enough that I caught myself reaching for his crotch, and we were in a nice part of town where they called the SPD if the wrong person walked down the street. “If I tell the autodoc the truth, it’ll take a wait and see approach, and I’m not sure I’ve got time for that.”

  “This is going to be the craziest fucking story,” Stopher said. He stuck his head into the booth with me.

  “She’s been having urges for 48 hours,” he announced.

  The autodoc whirred up, and Stopher swung back out, watching. An arm extended from the console, a needle ready to jab me in the shoulder.

  “Suggest administering Nocor, SSRI with demonstrated ability to reduce libido,” the computer read. “Please grant permission to receive injection.”

  “Permission granted,” I said. The needle jabbed me in the arm and I said a small prayer to whatever deity would have me that this worked.

  “Allow 1-2 hours for full effect,” the readout displayed.

  “1 to 2 hours?” I moaned. “But I’m going to tear myself apart now!”

  I slipped out of the booth and looked at Stopher.

  “Wanna get fucked?” I asked him.

  “Can we do it in the cab so it looks like I’m working?” he asked.

  “Conditions, conditions,” I shook my head at him. All the same I led the way back to the cab letting the jacket drop to the floor window when I got in. With some care, I undid the choker and clamps.

  “Aww, I liked those,” Stopher complained.

  “So annoying,” I laughed, dropping them on the floor and finding my seat. I uncrossed my legs for a moment, giving him a view of my pussy before crossing them tight again. “Punch in somewhere far away, we’re going to need a while.”

  Stopher bent over the bar and I reached forward to spank his ass, giggling as he shot me a look. The cab lurched skyward and he sat down next to me.

  “What do you want to do?”

  “This,” I said. I leaned forward and kissed him, hard and heavy, sticking my tongue down his throat a little more than was polite, but he didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, he wrapped one hand around my back, finding a grip on my ass and squeezing me closer, his other hand grabbing my breast. I moaned. I wanted this, I wanted it way worse than I’d considered.

  I straddled him, undoing his pants again, and from his position, he began to play with my tits, sucking and nipping at the nipples until they were hard and I was moaning. I freed him from his pants and underwear, pulling at them until he took matters into his own hands and lowered them over his knees so they bunched at his ankles while I undid the buttons of his shirt.

  I held his cock in my hand, ramrod straight, ready for me. He ran his fingers over my pussy lips.

  “Holy fuck, you’re wet,” he gasped.

  “Mhmm, I need you,” I said. “You wanna fuck me?”

  “Yeah,” he moaned.

  I leaned forward, pumping his cock in my hand, my lips pressing up against his ear.

  “Tell me what you want,” I ordered.

  Stopher looked at me a little surprised, maybe even a little annoyed, but who was he to argue with the woman giving him a handjob inches from her dripping pussy?

  “I want to fuck that tight little pussy of yours, Sare. I want fuck it so bad you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I want to fill it with my cum.”

  I gasped. I like dirty talk, sure. I can give as good as I get, too. But this turned me on immensely, hearing him voice the desire like that. Kind of unnatural the effect it had on me, really, which, thinking back, must have been the gainine.

  “Do it,” I whispered. I sat back in his lap a little, guiding his cock into me.

  We both groaned as I felt him stretch my cunt around his length, his eyes locking with mine, searching them. I rolled my head back, enjoying the sensation, the fullness of him inside me, and he gripped my waist, squeezing it as his hips rose to meet mine.

  It didn’t take him long at all to build up a rhythm, each successive stroke shortening and coming harder and harder. I was rocking back and forth in time, Stopher trying to suck and kiss my breasts as best he could with the movement, my hands wrapped around his head and the seat, steadying myself.

  He dropped a hand between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in an insistent slow circle. I moaned, louder than I might have expected to, although it occurred to me that this high up, flying above New Angeles in an autocab, I didn’t need to be very concerned about noise.

  My body was humming, color burning behind my eyelids every time they lazed closed. Stopher took his thumb away and I had only seconds to moan with disappointment before his fingers dug into my ass, squeezing hard, pulling me to him. His hips rammed up into me, jackhammer strokes that made me bounce on him, my own legs eventually catching on and making up the difference, so that we were pounding at a breathless, breakneck pace, desperate to be as closely connected as possible while also both savoring the delicious feeling of a nice, ha
rd cock sliding all the way into a warm, wet pussy.

  I couldn’t take it. I hoped the SSRI the autodoc had given me would numb the lethal parts of the ganinine, because it felt like every cell in my body was erupting with pleasure. I shouted some wordless call, my hand pulling at Stopher’s hair until he began to complain, my nails digging into his arm. I rose up slightly, letting half his cock slip out of me.

  “Oh, fuck. Fuck!” I screamed, impaling myself on his cock again as my orgasm subsided. He was spanking my ass as I rode him, encouraging me to more, and I wanted more, but I didn’t think he could manage, honestly.

  “Do you have some friends?” I moaned, sinking down until he was buried inside me. He felt so good and I was grinding on him, my fingers playing with my clit, sending pulses up my body.

  “Yes,” he grunted. His hips were shifting, trying to get me back to the hard bouncing I’d been doing earlier, but I was taking a break, too focused on my own need to get off growing as I touched myself.

  “A lot of friends?” I asked.

  “Enough,” he said.

  “Take me to them,” I begged him.

  “Return to garage for maintenance,” he ordered the autocab. He grinned at me, rolling his hips up into me, making me gasp. “Full speed.”

  I’d never raced an autocab before, but as we sped to the garage, I tried to get Stopher to come for me before we got all the way back, riding him as hard as I could. He gave it back to me, making me come again as he ran his hands across my body, grabbing and slapping my tits as I leaned back over his knees. His head leaned forward and I grabbed him, kissing him quick and hard before turning him down to my cleavage, feeling his tongue explore the soft flesh of my breasts while I wrapped my hands through his hair and grinded on his cock.

  In the end, he got yet another one out of me instead, my gasping cry echoing inside the autocab as it settled down onto the maintenance platform and we were lowered inside the garage, and I started to worry that I was going to die of dehydration before the poison got me.