The Archaeologist's Mistress

by Jamie MacFrey

Stopher let me dismount, my legs a little unsteady, then opened the door, the gullwing flying up and the stair extending, stepping out first and then helping me down.

  The garage was deserted, almost desolate, except for the array of parked autocabs, looking like museum pieces with their lights off and each separated on their own platform. The lights were on, a harsh white light that I imagined must be fine for any repair work a human might have to do if a robot couldn’t pull its weight.

  “Where are your friends?” I asked.

  “Probably in the break room, drinking,” he said, gesturing to a door.

  “Do you want to join them?” I took his hand, starting to lead him to the door, but he stopped, pulling me back.

  “No,” he said. “I want to fuck you right here.”

  I might have wanted to find the break room, but I also hadn’t gotten him to come again during our trip, and part of me was looking forward to it. I knelt in front of him, my hand finding his cock, stroking him. He’d softened a little since getting out of the cab, and he hardened under my attentions, his cock pointing out at me.

  “Works for me,” I said. I leaned forward, licking the head just slightly. “As long as your friends join us.”

  Stopher grinned, then groaned as I sucked his cock into my mouth, bobbing along it. He grabbed my head and backed me up against a steel column, his cock never leaving my lips. He leaned over, then pulled a phone off the wall and dialed three numbers.

  “Hey Isa, it’s Stopher. Route finished early. How many people are there in with you? Great. Would you all come out to the floor?”

  He looked down at me and I stared up at him, pressing him down my throat until my chin tapped against his balls.

  “Quickly,” he told the phone, and hung up.

  “Oh, fuck, I almost blew the surprise right there,” he gasped, reaching down and pulling his cock out of my mouth.

  “Is that the only thing you’re going to blow?” I asked. Stopher grinned.

  “Lie down,” he said.

  I moved away from the column, finding a space where we’d have some room, between two cabs and near the door Stopher had said led to the break room, then lay back. The floor was cold, and I gasped a little, then spread my legs for him, both my hands down between them, one hand teasing my clit, the other spreading my pussy apart to give him a show.

  “Don’t just stand there,” I told him.

  He was almost too eager, rushing to kneel between my thighs. He ripped his jacket off, handing it to me so I could use it as something warmer (and softer) than the bare floor to lie on. His shirt came off next, and I took it to use as something like a pillow. I stopped him before he could divest himself of his pants, just pulling them down near his knees.

  “I can’t wait for all this shit,” I said. “Fuck me.”

  Stopher groaned, then, holding his cock in his hand, lined himself up and sank into me. The feeling, my skin a little chilled from the floor, as he suddenly pushed into me, his body pressing against mine, felt like a soothing warm blanket, and then he began to thrust.

  “Fuck!” I cried. “Oh, fuck yeah, just like that!”

  “Better do as the lady says, Stopher,” came a deep rumbling voice. I looked up into the eyes of a rather tall, muscular man with a shaved head and an earring on one ear.

  The autocab companies had a policy of selecting the sort of attendant who possessed the sort of looks that could, in the space of a five to fifteen minute flight, convince you to buy an overpriced cocktail, if only they’d love you. Of course, it was unlawful for such a policy to exist, and yet, somehow, it seemed like it was only part-time models who took the job.

  The crew that responded to Stopher’s call fit the bill perfectly. There was some blonde Amazon, who looked like she should be working for Holowood, but in a role where she wouldn’t have to do too much acting. The first attendant, his eyes gleaming, roamed my nude form with a hunger the others didn’t have. There was a fairly androgynous woman, petite, with bright pink hair and a buzz, a sleeve of brightly colored tattoos running up her arm. And finally, compared to the other three, and even Stopher, there was a fairly regular looking guy, the type I might not have given the time of day to if, say, I wasn’t horny as shit and hopped up on some sort of alien drug.

  “Hi!” I exclaimed, mildly embarrassed at myself for my enthusiasm greeting them while Stopher fucked me there on the garage floor.

  The Amazon reacted first, reaching behind her back to undo her apron, then unzipping her skirt and shimmying out of it.

  “Jolane, are you not wearing any panties?” ask the pink-haired girl.

  “I never do. I get better tips that way,” said Jolane, walking over to me and Stopher. She stopped and considered us for a minute, then knelt, taking my head in her lap.

  “Do you like how Stopher fucks?” she asked.

  “Y-yes!” I managed.

  “Me too,” she said, smiling down at me. She ran a hand through my hair and then she looked over at Stopher.

  “Where do you find these girls? I swear to God, you only find the freaks and you bring them back here.”

  I looked at Stopher. Well, damn, not quite as innocent as I thought. Then again, fucking an autocab attendant was one of those things you always heard about people doing, but it was always the crazy friend of your craziest friend. I guess there must have been some truth to it.

  “I pulled her out of the river,” said Stopher and I laughed, but only for a moment before he began pounding my pussy again, hard and fast and determined, and I gasped and moaned, rolling my head in Jolane’s lap.

  She set my head down on the floor, making sure I had enough cushion under me. She scooted backwards a little, leaning forward, her lips exploring mine and I groaned into her mouth.

  “Mmmm, you smell like his cock,” she whispered.

  “Sorry,” I moaned.

  “Don’t worry,” she said. “I can fix that.”

  She crawled forward, one nipple briefly grazing my mouth, until I was staring up at her pussy. Her hands reached down, stroking my body, lifting herself up until she was stroking my tits, then she lowered herself down onto my face.

  Stopher began to pound me even harder, and I groaned, grabbing her thighs, my tongue reaching out to taste her, feeling as her own body jerked as she experienced the same tingles radiating through her body as I did in mine.

  I gave the lips of her pussy a few tentative tastes, before I began to stroke it with her tongue, enjoying it as she moved slightly, leaning forward, pressing her clit down against my chin. I shifted her back with my hands, feeding the little nub into my mouth, dragging the tip of my tongue over it slowly at first. Jolane moaned on top of me, squeezing one of my tits as hard as she could in her hand, although she had a fairly poor grip on it, given how small her hands were.

  Stopher finally lost it between my thighs, groaning. Jolane egged him on, laughing in delight at the same moment I felt him bursting inside my pussy, his cum pouring out. He grabbed my thighs, hoisting me up, bottoming his cock out inside me as he rode his orgasm, then lowered me back to the floor and slipped out.

  “God-fucking-damn,” I heard him say.

  “Better than me?” asked Jolane.

  “I’d rather not say,” he said.

  A pair of fingers dipped into my pussy and I groaned as the tips pressed up against my g-spot, rubbing quickly for a moment, just enough to get a bit of a scream out of me, as much as I could manage with Jolane’s pussy covering my mouth.

  “Judging by the amount, I think I know the answer,” said Jolane. She lifted her thighs up so that her crotch came off me, and fed two fingers into my mouth. I sucked on them, tasting Stopher’s cum mixed with my own juices.

  “Good?” she asked, staring down at my lips wrapped around her fingertips.

  “Yes,” I managed, taking her hand away before I spoke.

  She grinned at me, then reached behind her, grabbed a clump of my hair, and pulled me up into her pussy. “Now stop talking and get to
work.”

  I went to it as best I could, and Jolane eventually settled down on top of me, letting my head lower back against the floor, but keeping one hand in my long hair. She leaned forward a bit and I felt her fingers intrude into my pussy again, probing, but never quite doing anything more than just being inside me. I groaned into her pussy in frustration, my hips shifting.

  “Stay still,” Jolane chided me.

  “Girl, you talk a good game, but you have no idea what you’re doing, do you?” I heard the other woman ask.

  “Who are you? Professor Berklee, Doctor of Lesbian Sex?” Jolane snapped. She started to pound my pussy a little faster.

  “Is that a real degree? I would’ve gone to college if I’d known that,” the other woman said. “Because otherwise, it’s just life experience.”

  “Show her how it’s done, Berks,” said one of the other men, the big guy with the shaved head who I assumed was Isa.

  I moaned in agreement. I needed to get off again, and quick. I marveled a little bit at the serum.

  “Well, I guess if she wants it,” said Jolane. Her fingers slipped out of my pussy and I gave another little frustrated groan.

  I needn’t have worried though, because in no time I felt soft hands spreading my thighs wide apart, and hot breath on my skin. Lips kissed my thighs, making me shudder a little and I felt a finger appear in my cunt, then another join it. Both of them reached forward, and I felt a thumb rest softly just above my clit, tantalizingly close, moving very softly back and forth, and I vibrated into Jolane’s pussy I was so deep in heaven.

  “Oh, fuck, what’d you do? She’s going nuts,” moaned Jolane. She grabbed one of my hands, pulling it up to her chest so that I could knead a breast.

  “You just have to know where to press,” said Berklee. She introduced a third finger to my pussy and I arched my back, trying to make it easier for her to play with me.

  “Oh, damn, keep doing it,” said Jolane. “She’s eating me out like a champ. God, Isa, come here. What the fuck are you still wearing pants for?”

  I really desperately wanted to see Jolane sucking Isa’s cock, but instead I had to make do with the visualization of it in my head, aided by what had to be the sloppiest, noisiest blowjob I had ever heard anyone give.

  “Oh, fuck I waited for this for a long time,” I heard Isa say.

  “You waited for me?” asked Jolane, in between sucking him.

  “Well, you always brag about how great a lay you are, and then you fucked Stopher, and then he started bragging about how great a lay you are...I was maybe anticipating it.”

  “I’ll bet. Did you jerk off to me?”

  “Sometimes,” managed Isa. He gasped, and I heard Jolane’s violent slurping start again. I devoured her pussy in response, giving her clit a firm lashing with my tongue.

  “Oh, fuck!” she cried. “God, I can’t…”

  Her voice cracked and I felt her thighs tighten around me, as though she were trying to squeeze my skull together like a can in a vise. She’d taken one hand off my tits, but the remainder squeezed me hard. Her body quaked and she gave a tortured moan, lifting up slightly. When I followed her clit, she shuddered and backed off me.

  I looked up into her flushed face, one hand wrapped around Isa’s impressive length, the head of his cock bobbing just in front of her nose as she panted, catching her breath, coming down from her orgasm.

  I reached up, trying to grab Isa’s cock from her. I ran a hand down between my legs, stroking Berklee’s ear as she ran a wonderful pattern across my pussy with her own tongue, her fingers still stroking me, though she’d slowed down to watch Jolane finish.

  “Jesus, she wants more,” said Jolane. “I can barely breathe, and she wants to suck your cock.”

  “Let her have it,” said Isa, kneeling by my head. My hand closed around the shaft, but Jolane kept her hand on him. “If you can’t breathe, you won’t be much fun.”

  Jolane looked a little put out, and I wondered idly what I’d interrupted, although I mostly wondered what I could do to keep Berklee hard at work. I wrapped my legs up around her body, resting my feet on her back, and was rewarded when she sucked my clit between her lips and ran her tongue back and forth across it.

  Jolane seemed to have come to her senses, feeding Isa’s cock into my mouth. Her hand stayed on the base of his shaft, both of us stroking him together as I sucked on the large head, teasing the opening with my tongue. Isa groaned, and Jolane lifted up onto her knees, wrapping her free hand around Isa’s head and pulling him in for a kiss, both their eyes closing, losing themselves in the moment.

  I took my hand away and plunged down Isa’s cock as far as I could. Isa groaned, ending their kiss, and I grinned, or as much as I could with his cock down my throat.

  I didn’t have too long to bask in the glow, as Berklee took the moment to press her own advantage, her tongue finding the right circular movement around my clit, her fingers pressing into my g-spot. I mewed around Isa’s length, my hands in Berklee’s short cut hair, practically trying to tear it out.

  Heat rushed through my body, pouring over me as I came again. I was moaning around Isa’s cock, but it was largely forgotten, so he wrapped his hand in my hair, pushing his hips forward.

  “Oh, yeah, fuck her face,” I heard Jolane say. At least, I thought it was Jolane, it might have been Stopher or the other man for all I knew. Everything felt so good, my eyes were closed, enjoying the sensations: Berklee’s talents driving me wild between my legs while Isa plunged in and out of my mouth, his big cock making me gag a little as he tried to bottom it out.

  “Oh, god,” I said, coming down from my orgasm. Berklee planted a couple of kisses on my thighs, her fingers slipping out of me, making me shudder.

  “That’s how you do it,” she bragged to Jolane.

  I looked up at Isa, my hand still running along his cock.

  “Want to lie down for me?” I asked.

  Isa grinned, not saying anything as he lay down on his back. I climbed to my feet, squatting over him, my heels clicking on the floor. I reached down between my legs and pulled his cock upright, tapping it against my clit for a moment, the still sensitive nub sending bolts up and down my spine.

  He reached out and grabbed my waist, steadying me, and I felt his cock throb in my palm. I pulled it back slightly, the thick head pressing my lips apart, and I sank down onto him with a shout of pleasure.

  “Oh, fuck that’s big,” I gasped.

  “I love how tight you feel,” Isa said. He shifted slightly, then pumped slowly up and down into me, making me moan and gasp each time.

  “Oh, just like that,” I moaned to him. I started to ride him a little, rolling back and forth in time to his thrusts.

  Jolane leaned forward and pressed her tits into Isa’s face, his mouth finding one of her nipples and giving a hard suck. I moaned again, bouncing harder and hard and he let go, staring up at me, watching my tits shake in echo of our movement.

  Jolane leaned forward and kissed him, running a hand down along his chest, his attention now firmly off me.

  By this point, though, it hardly mattered. My body craved release again, and I was determined to get it, my legs spread wide, embedding Isa’s cock as deep in my pussy as I could managed. My hand found my clit, slipping it back and forth again and again until I finally came again, groaning and shaking on him, really making a complete ass of myself in front of them, but my pussy refusing to care. Isa slowed down, gently rocking inside of me as I hit the end, letting me relax a little bit.

  Stopher and the other man approached.

  “Say hi to Tedi, Sare,” said Stopher.

  “Hi—ah yes! Fuck me hard!” I screamed as Isa took that moment to plunge up into me so strongly he made me shake.

  “—Tedi,” I finished lamely. He looked young and seemed kind of quiet, the sort of kid who got the first job available to him. He’d shed his shirt and undone his pants’ fly, but not removed the pants themselves. It looked kind of hot, actually, a nic
e “v” shape to his lower torso, his cock on parade against the red trousers of his uniform. He was rock hard, his cock pointing out at me.

  I paused, letting Isa fuck my pussy all on his own, then reached out and grabbed Tedi’s cock, drawing him into me, taking him between my lips and blowing him as enthusiastically as I could. Stopher grabbed my hand away from my pussy, placing it on his cock, and I moaned, stroking him while sucking on Tedi. Slowly, I began to fuck back against Isa.

  My orgasm caught me off guard, ripping through me with just a moment’s notice, bringing me to my hardest pleasure of the night so far, so that I sort of lost balance and steadied myself against Tedi, his cock pushing further down my throat as I braced myself against him, my body shaking through my climax.

  I was bouncing on Isa, Jolane still making out with him, when she pulled away from him and shot me a look, staring as I rode him as hard as I could in the throes of my orgasm.

  “It’d be hot if two of you fucked her pussy,” she said. Tedi’s cock came out of my mouth and I let go of Stopher.

  I looked up at Tedi, who seemed mildly confused, his cock gleaming wet.

  “Fuck me,” I gasped. I laid back enough that I could slip my legs in between Isa’s, pushing them apart with my feet so that there’d be room, then leaning back so I could rest my back on Isa’s chest.

  Tedi’s pants crumpled to the floor, and in a moment I felt his cock press up against my pussy, beyond well-lubricated at this point. He plunged into me and I gasped, lying back and enjoying it as the two men fucked me, making me feel extra full, slipping against Isa’s cock, stretching me further to the brink. I screamed, my hands reaching out until Jolane found one, letting me squeeze her as Tedi and Isa began to pump again, working carefully to find the right pace.

  I looked up and Stopher was watching, stroking his cock. My free hand found my nipples, teasing and pinching them, putting a show on for him a little. A hand ran down my stomach and I looked into Jolane’s eyes as her fingers found my clit, imitating what Berklee had done to me earlier, moving slow just above it.

  The attention was beginning to get overwhelming. Isa hand wrapped one arm up under my shoulder, tucking his hand around the back of my head to keep it from smacking his chin or the floor. Stopher’s gaze was boring into my body and Jolane’s chest was rising and falling in excitement as she watched the two men driving into my pussy.