The Archaeologist's Mistress

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by Jamie MacFrey


  When I glanced over, Mari was watching me intently, her face fascinated by the whole thing. She'd never seen me with a man, I realized, even though I'd kept some more private videos of me and my past lovers. Her gaze moved from my lips to my eyes, and I saw the embarrassment of being caught watching flooding across her face. I smiled as best I could with Theed's cock in my mouth, then closed my eyes. My legs tightened around Mari's head, and I put my calves on her shoulders, pulling her in closer.

  "Oh, fuck, Sare," Theed grunted. I looked up at him. His eyes were half-shut, the lids fluttering slightly, letting me know he was getting close. His hands were roaming my body, stroking through my long hair, around my ears, along my arms, across my breasts.

  "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck," he gasped. I began to suck on him harder, forgetting about keeping anything close to resembling a constant pace, forcing him as deep into my mouth as I could manage. Theed's hands squeezed at me, pulling my breasts between his thumb and forefinger, letting them slip out of his grasp until he was tweaking both nipples in unison. I pistoned my hands up and down his shaft, filling the space wherever my mouth wasn't.

  Between my legs, Mari worked her magic. The hand that wasn't embedded in my cunt was wrapped under my hips, kneading one cheek of my ass. I could feel the heat of her breath, on my pubic mound, the cartilage of her nose pressing into my skin. I shuddered again as her determined strokes around my clit began to build the tell-tale wave of warm pleasure inside me.

  "God damn," whispered Theed. His hand wrapped around the back of my head, pressing me tight onto his cock, trying to bring almost to the point where my lips met his waist. I felt his cock pulse in my hands, tasted the salty fluid burst into my mouth, filling it as I struggled to swallow it down. Theed groaned again as my throat moved around him and more of his cum came flooding between my lips. He was gasping, moaning as he watched me swallow his cum, thrilled by the sight of me. Every pulse of his cock seemed to be followed by another, accompanied by the warm fluid on my tongue.

  My own orgasm was in hot pursuit, driven onwards by Mari's talented fingers and mouth. Sparks flew, and the part of my subconscious that knew, deep down, that this might as well have been a dream, was vaguely concerned that Murado had done something wrong and that those were literal sparks. But there on the bed in the anonymous room, my whole body felt like it was on fire, every touch from Theed and Mari making me shiver and shake. I moaned, humming around Theed's cock, and one more time I felt him pulse.

  Theed grunted, pulling away from me, his cock sliding out of my mouth. I was reduced down to a series of guttural grunts and groans as Mari continued her assault on my pussy, my chest heaving so hard I thought my lungs might burst, until I finally got her fingers out with my free hand. Mari stayed there, for a moment, on her haunches at the edge of the bed, her thumb resting just over my pussy. One of my hands was still wrapped around the base of Theed's cock, squeezing tight, and I could see one last bead of cum sprouting from the tip.

  Theed looked down at me and shook his head in disbelief, and I just sort of laughed, then looked down at Mari, who also got a laugh.

  "Having fun?" she asked.

  I giggled again, the euphoria of my come down still too fresh to be dampened by her snark.

  Theed bent down and kissed me, his tongue pressing into my mouth, not shy at all, not by a long shot. I moaned into his mouth as Mari licked her way up my body, sucking on my nipples, then exploring north to find my collarbone and ride it to my throat. I turned from Theed and Mari was there waiting, her lips on mine in a second, the faint fruity scent of the face wash she'd always used filling my nostrils.

  Four hands roved my body, Theed's running down my back and side, stroking across my thigh. Mari's up and down my front, until she wrapped one arm around me and pulled my head in by a hank of hair.

  Theed's hands gripped my waist, pulling me up to my knees, Mari and I struggling to keep our lips locked together despite him. She started to slide under me, and I felt her hand push my legs apart, rubbing again at my clit, still slightly sensitive from earlier. I heard Theed spit from behind me, felt the wet, hot head of his cock press up against me. A loud buzzing filled the air.

  "What was that?" asked Mari.

  "The—Oh! Oh, fuck! Theed!" I moaned as he pressed forward, his vibrating cock pushing between my folds, stretching me apart. I leaned forward, dropping my head and shoulders, and Mari cradled me to her.

  "You fucking vibrate?" she asked.

  "Yep," said Theed. "And I basically have no refractory period."

  "A girl could have a lot of fun with you," said Mari.

  "That's what they tell me."

  "You're not thinking of changing teams?" I asked her, mildly concerned. This was my Mari.

  Theed's pace was determined, but slow enough that I had started to rock my hips back in turn to help him along.

  "You're one to talk," said Mari. "Look at you, you fucking love that thing."

  It was hard to hide how much I was enjoying this. Theed felt fantastic, every inch of my pussy felt like it was being touched by his cock, nice and full, and the vibrations were an added pleasure I couldn't get enough of.

  "But, you don't like men," I complained.

  "Yeah, that's true," said Mari, sighing. She grinned at me, and grabbed my head with both of her hands, drawing me up for a brief kiss. When it was over, she pushed me down, scooting up on the bed until my face was an inch from her pussy.

  "Give me a reason to stay," she said.

  I gasped, although whether it was the pleasure at her ordering me about, or a particularly good stroke from Theed, it was hard to say.

  I leaned forward, inhaling Mari's sweet scent, the distinctive flavor of her I knew so well flooding the remainder of my senses not driven to distraction by Theed's relentless pounding and buzzing cock inside me. I stretched my tongue out, tasting her, watching as her body shuddered under my attention. She'd propped herself up on her elbows, apparently intent on watching me work, but with seconds of my mouth making contact with her, her head lolled back, her eyes closed. Her arms fluttered a bit, then gave up and she sank into the mattress, sighing.

  "You know how to do it, baby," she moaned.

  I did, at that. I have to admit that, as much as I love having my mouth filled with a cock, there's something even more rewarding, enticing, about eating out a pussy. I clamped my lips to Mari, rubbing my tongue over her clit in the way I knew she liked, a slow back and forth that drove her nuts.

  Now it was her turn to arch her back, running her hands down her body to find mine, squeezing them tight as I worked, then insistently dragging them back up to her breasts. I kneaded to small soft mounds, probing at the nipples with my fingertips before giving them each a gentle, simultaneous twist. Mari shuddered again, a soft, high pitched mew, the closest she ever came, in my experience, in making any really "girly" noise, escaping her lips.

  "Oh, more, more," she moaned. "Baby, just like that."

  I tried to do as she asked, moving my tongue in a little firmer. Mari liked it at a taxing strength that could be difficult to achieve if not done just perfectly, and with Theed plunging into me, it was fairly difficult to maintain my position and how hard my tongue was working. Mari moaned, wrapping her hands through my hair, pulling me into her as best as she could manage, shifting her hips to try and get the angle right.

  Theed apparently was lost in his own world, no doubt enraptured by the two beauties in bed with him, because instead of plateauing to help me out with Mari, if anything he pushed into me harder and faster, shaking me. His hand explored under my belly, his thumb finding my clit, giving it a gentle back and forth rub. Not enough to make me come, even if he'd tried all night, but enough to make me take my mouth off Mari's clit to moan.

  Mari's own moans had almost reached the apex, the breaths she was taking quick and hard, and the change in motion apparently ruined it for her, because she swore.

  "Oh, fuck this shit," she said, pushing my head away and crawling up to
her knees. She looked up at Theed.

  "Flip her over," she commanded.

  Theed pulled out and grabbed me by my hips, turning me so that I lay on the bed face up.

  "Okay, fuck her," said Mari.

  "Put your legs up," Theed said to me.

  I lifted my legs and Theed pulled my hips further to the end of the bed, tucking both my ankles over one shoulder. His hand dropped down between his legs and I felt him push back inside me, only with my pussy held tight by my closed legs, I gasped and moaned as he filled me. It felt like every inch was making contact with his cock.

  "Holy fuck," said Theed.

  "Yeah, careful," said Mari. "When she comes with her legs together, she's going to squeeze pretty hard. It's enough to force my fingers out. With the size of that thing, she might just shear it off."

  "I'm right here," I said. Theed was beginning to fuck me again, my body rolling on the bed as he did.

  "Yeah, what the hell, you're not supposed to be talking," said Mari. She lifted her leg, straddling my face, so that she and Theed were looking in the same direction. Her pussy hung over my mouth, glistening from the earlier attention I'd given it.

  Mari glanced over her shoulder at Theed.

  "Don't get any ideas," she told him. "I don't mind you looking—I mean, I don't even mind looking at you, really—but I'm not for touching. That's Sare's job."

  Theed only grunted and nodded, apparently too wrapped up in my pussy to form actual functioning words. I laughed at him, and he got his revenge by forcing himself in to the hilt until my laughter was interrupted by a gasp.

  Mari looked down at me.

  "Get to work," she said, lowering her pussy down onto me.

  I did my best, but, in this position, it was really more about her own work, which I knew was as she had intended.

  Mari began to rock her hips, practically grinding her clit against my lips, my chin pushing into her pussy. Once again she drew my hands up her body, encouraging me to play with her tits. I squeezed them, softly at first, then getting rougher and rougher as her pace grew faster and more determined.

  Behind Mari, I could feel Theed stroking his hands down my thighs to my hips, his cock spearing me, heavy and hard and thick on every stroke, the vibrations doing wonders for my pleasure. Mari glanced behind her, and she gave Theed's work a once over before looking down at me and grinning. She wrapped one hand into my hair, then reached the other behind her, her fingertips playing with my breast for a moment before she sent them across my stomach down to my clit, flicking it back and forth, using my hair as purchase to keep herself from falling over backwards.

  I moaned into her pussy, and Mari moaned in turn. I could hear Theed grunt in surprise, his pace picking up slightly, desperate to keep himself in me. My breath was beginning to catch in my throat, over and over, my own orgasm building up.

  The dam burst and I started moaning uncontrollably, the world just red heat.

  I did, indeed, force Theed out of me this time, too overwhelmed by the pleasure, and my legs too tight together to keep him in as my pussy clamped down over and over. Theed waited a second, then pressed Mari's hand away from my clit, using his cock's vibration method to stimulate it further, making me scream, or as best as I was able to with my mouth full.

  Above me, Mari was grinding her pussy against my face as hard as she could, and she stared over her shoulder, riding my body as the throes of my climax swept through me. Mari's legs locked tight, her thighs closing around my ears. She leaned over me, her back curving, pressing my nose into her pubic mound, her face a mask of concentration. I loved watching Mari come. She was like a statue carved by some old Renaissance master, frozen in in the moment of her maximum pleasure. A low, lean moan, more like a growl, started in her throat, building louder and louder until I could see her whole body above me flushing, the pale skin turning a bright pink. Mari collapsed off me, panting and sweating on the bed.

  "Lie down," I told Theed. "You must be exhausted."

  "Worth it," he said, but he fell to the bed anyhow. I rolled over and crawled on top of him. His cock felt thick in my hand, far far too thick, but I slid it up, letting the top ease into my pussy. I glanced down at where Mari was lying, her big blue eyes staring at the space between my legs, watching Theed's monstrous member push inside me. I gave him a little squeeze, enough that she could see me pulse around him. Theed groaned. Mari realized too late I was watching her, looking up at me in shock, then looking away as fast as she could, her cheeks flushing as she blushed.

  I pushed down onto Theed, taking him inside me, planting my hands on his chest. My moan locked in my throat as I rode him, hard and fast, determined to make the most of it. Mari regained her senses and rose up on the bed. She leaned forward and captured one nipple in my mouth, making me scream a little as she pulled on it with her teeth while I fucked myself on Theed's cock. Theed's hands, big and heavy, wrapped around my ass, squeezing each large, firm cheek in a heavy handful. One hand came off and returned a moment later to deliver a heavy slap to my ass, and I screamed aloud. When I opened my lips, Mari let go of my breast and filled my mouth with her tongue, hot and heavy, determined to draw my attention back to her. It worked, for a moment, before Theed began to push himself back up into me, making me bounce on top of him, my pussy sending deliriously enticing shocks up and down my spine. I moaned again.

  Theed echoed my moan, only his was tinged with an urgency, and I pushed Mari away to look down.

  "I'm just about there," he warned.

  "Come on her fucking tits," Mari said, jumping in before I could say anything. "I want to fucking see that."

  Theed could only nod.

  I slipped off him, falling onto my back on top of the mattress again. Mari kneeled at my head, and Theed climbed up over my chest, stroking himself. I stroked up his thighs, one of my hands wrapping around his balls, feeling how tight they were, the sensation of the vibrations and pulse of his cock echoed out in his scrotum. To my surprise, Mari herself pressed my breasts together, offering them up for Theed.

  "Go on," she told him. "Cover this fucking slut."

  Theed lost it on that one. His cum came pouring out of him, hot jets of spray across my breasts, coating my nipples. Mari gasped and cooed, and I just moaned a little, then reached for his cock, taking it and stroking him more. Theed shuddered under my touch, and shook again when I pulled him forward and licked the tip of his cock, drawing the last little bit onto my tongue.

  "Holy fucking shit," said Mari.

  "Pretty good, huh?" I asked.

  "I'll say. Did he always make so much?"

  I looked up at Theed sweating bullets, and winked.

  "Always," I said. "That's why I kept him around when I was on the force."

  I stood up and walked over to where Theed had discarded his shirt, wiping up the new necklace he'd made me. He sank to the floor, resting his head on the bed and panting, while both he and Mari watched me cleaning my body. When I was done, I walked back over and bent down to kiss him.

  "Sare..." he said. "I don't want to cause a big thing with your girl here, but you know that I've always—"

  "Not today, Theed," I told him, shaking my head and smiling at him. I kissed his forehead. "Don't say anything today."

  "Okay," he said. He reached out a hand, stroking my waist. I put my own hand on his, moving towards Mari on the bed, stepping just out of his reach. Our fingers slid along each other until finally they parted company. When I glanced back, Theed was gone.

  "I've got to go, beautiful," said Mari, spreading her arms out and welcoming me to her.

  "I know," I said, resting my head on her chest. "But so soon?"

  "Yeah," she said. "We only paid for forty-five minutes films."

  "Fuck."

  "Yeah. Fuck."

  She drew my chin up, kissing me hard, as hard as she could possibly kiss me, like it might be the last time she ever did it, and I returned it in kind, desperate for the one last hit of the drug I'd spent the last couple of y
ears trying to forget I'd ever been addicted to. I'd been to this part of the created reality so many times, and I wasn't sure if it was familiar because I'd experienced it over and over from the confines of a neuro-chair, or if it was because I'd experienced the same thing in real life, with the real Mari, not just an artificial memory of her she'd made for me.

  "Don't overthink it," she told me.

  "I'm sorry," I said.

  "Hey, look, I really have to go, before my coach turns back into a pumpkin, you know?" said Mari. "I'll see you back at the apartment?"

  "Yeah, I'll meet you there," I said.

  Mari stood up, then kissed me again, just a soft brush against my lips, her hand cupping under my ear and hair as she did.

  "I love you," she said.

  "I love you too," I said.

  She made it all the way to door before she stopped and gave me a wink.

  "Aren't you going to say it yet?" she asked.

  I hesitated. I didn't necessarily want to do this. But it had been our game, our sort of parting words to each other. I fixed her with a careful glance, trying to let her know something was wrong without shorting the created reality's careful construction by doing something completely weird like telling Mari she was dead. But all that was waiting for me was her goddamn beautiful face and a bright beaming smile that I could've used to light up a holofilm set.

  "Don't get killed," I said.

  "I never do," she said, laughing at me and her invincibility as she sauntered out of the door.

  For a moment, I was left alone in the newly empty nondescript bedroom. It was a dangerous, slow moment, the kind of time you wish would move twice as fast. Thankfully, the room resolved into Murado's shithole living room soon enough, replacing one hell for another.

  "You okay?" he asked.

  "I'm fine, where are my clothes?"

  "Where you left them," he said.

 

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