Disclaimer: This story is a Chris Jackson original and is not to be shared or posted without permission. All characters involved in sexual situations are 18 years old or older. This content is intended for mature audiences only.
A pair of sharp brown, studious eyes scanned the London pub, looking for one woman among the dozens of faces.
Finally, she found her mark. She smiled and approached cautiously, well aware of the other woman’s reputation.
“Pardon me, ma’am,” the timid scholar began, adjusting the thin framed glasses she wore.
“Ma’am?” the other woman parroted back. “What about me says ma’am?” She asked, keeping her beer mug in hand but turning her head to look at the new conversationalist. “Damn,” she marveled, taking in the gorgeous bronzed face and Spanish eyes that had confronted her.
“The pair of guns I know you have hidden on you somewhere, plus your reputation as a fighter and explorer command respect,” she said.
“You know me?” The other woman asked, raising a perfect brunette brow.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Dr. Michelle St. Claire, an archaeologist with the Royal Society of London. I need your… specialties.”
“All of them?” The gun for hire asked with a smirk, immediately luxuriating in the way the good doctor blushed and averted her eyes. “I don’t need to tell you I’m Captain Jessica Forester, because it seems you already know me.
“I don’t know you know you per se, but I am familiar with your capabilities, and I would like to rent them,” Dr. St. Claire fumbled, intimidated by the fit, lean beer swiller.
“Uh-uh,” Forester said, sounding rather disinterested, but still taking in the doctor’s body. “And why exactly do you need my… services?” The seasoned adventurer asked.
“As I said earlier, I’m a…” Dr. St. Clair began but was cut off.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re a fancy doctor that digs shit up. Why is this time dangerous, though?” The taller brunette asked.
“I recently left a debriefing about a potential new site. The issue is, a lot of other members of the Society are on the same hunt. Not only is the journey naturally perilous, but this will be highly competitive,” Dr. St. Claire explained.
“I see. What’s the pay I’m looking at?” Forester asked, rubbing her smooth, heart-shaped chin.
“The team that finds it first gets 20,000 pounds. The Society will cover all travel expenses. I figured we split it 50/50?”
“Deal.” Jessica smiled and leaned in, kissing the shocked doctor on the mouth.
“Wha… what was that?” she sputtered, rubbing her mouth and blushing fiercely.
“Sealing the deal with a kiss, Doctor.” Forester smiled coyly. “That’s a lot of money. Biggest payday I’ve ever had. That calls for something more than a handshake, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Well, well I suppose.” Michelle stammered, still taken aback.
“We’ll get started tomorrow, then.” Jessica decided for them, immediately asserting control. “I could be wrong, but I think I see some of your colleagues.”
Michelle took a casual look around, and concurred. “They certainly are among us. I would like to see some of those papers, see what they all know….”
“I’ll cause a distraction if you can get their info,” Jessica offered and finished her beer.
“What do you have in mind?” the slightly older woman asked, looking at the hired gun.
Jessica just smiled and winked. She went to the middle of the tavern floor, stood up on the table, and kicked the man in front of her right in the mouth, knocking him back and out of his chair.
“I’ll fuck any man who can beat me in a fight, right on the bar!” She hollered, picking up a bottle and throwing it at a man across the bar.
Michelle’s eyes blew open at the daring Captain Forester’s challenge. She shook her head and made sure not to waste the window of opportunity.
As men–and some women–went to answer Jessica’s challenge with the stipulation of “one at a time!” Michelle went to work, swiping papers and stealing notes as Jessica brawled and talked shit about the patrons.
Once Michelle had everything she needed, she snuck upstairs to her room after leaving a note with the barkeep. “For Ms. Forester in the fighting pit there,” Michelle said, and then took off.
—
“I got your note,” Jessica said as she opened the door to Michelle’s inn room. “Thanks for the invite.”
“I only heard you were in town. I knew nothing of your lodging, and you said you wanted to leave tomorrow. So, I thought this made sense,” the doctor explained.
“Only one bed, though,” the fighter pointed out.
“I am aware.” Michelle blushed, looking away.
“You do that a lot,” Jessica stated as she crossed the room to sit on the edge of Michelle’s desk. The doctor had been leafing through the stolen notes.
“I do what?” Michelle asked, meeting Jessica’s eyes.
“You blush a lot around me. Do I make you nervous?” She asked, teasing the older woman by leaning in close.
“Yes,” Michelle admitted. “You’re intimidating… intoxicating,” she murmured.
“Are you attracted to me?” Jessica teased, smiling coyly.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Captain Forester. But I don’t see women that way,” Michelle fumbled.
Jessica smiled and got off of Michelle’s desk. “Did my distraction bear fruit?”
“It did!” Michelle said victoriously. “We’re heading to Peru tomorrow. We need to find the sight of the first gun death in the Americas. There was a battle between the Spanish, their Native mercenaries, and the Incas. If we can find it, that’s a big first. It could also rewrite a lot of the accepted narrative of how the Conquest happened.”
“That’s a lot of words, Doctor Lady,” Jessica said, her eyebrows raised. “So that’s what the meeting told you? What about the papers?”
“From the notes that you gave me the opportunity to obtain, I found the region we should check. We even have a lead on the possible band of Incas involved in the fight.”
“Nice.” Jessica smiled. What Michelle was telling her didn’t mean much, but her enthusiasm was infectious. “You’re cute when you’re excited,” Jessica teased.
“Oh stop,” Michelle said, blushing for what seemed like the millionth time. Jessica smiled brighter, making Michelle look away and turn an even deeper red.
“Oh, by the way. No one won my challenge, but a good looking fella got close. So, I offered him a blowjob in ‘my room’ in about a half hour from now, so….”
“What?” Michelle asked, her jaw dropping. “Where am I supposed to go?”
“Nowhere. It’s your room.” Jessica laughed shamelessly. “Just pretend to be asleep… or don’t.” She winked.
“I should get ready for bed, actually,” Michelle said looking at her watch. “It is late, and we have a long day tomorrow.”
“I’ll go to bed after my midnight snack,” Jess said, wiping the corner of her mouth, smirking wickedly. The prudish doctor was speechless.
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“Hi there, come on in,” Michelle heard Jessica say to their guest for the evening.
“I half expected to find an empty room.” a man laughed.
“There’s two of us here,” Jessica whispered, “but Michelle is asleep, so we have to be quiet.” Michelle was not asleep, but she took Jess’s advice on pretending to be. She could hear the sound of wet kissing and a belt being undone, followed by suppressed laughter.
“It’s been a while since someone’s come that close to beating me in a fight. You got some good licks on me. So, I wanted to get some good licks on you.” Michelle could picture Jessica’s signature wink and smile.
“This cock is exactly what I needed,” Jessica purred. “I’m ready to end this drought.”
“I’m happy to help.” The stranger laughed and then grunted.
Michelle’s curiosity was strong. She wanted to roll over and look so badly, but she couldn’t imagine the humiliation if Jessica caught her.
“My God, this length. The veins,” Jessica said hungrily. “You know, Michelle, my new associate… she told me in not so many words that she loves a good cock.”
Michelle’s jaw dropped at the words Jessica had just put in her mouth. Had Michelle been facing them, she couldn’t have hidden her shock.
“She’s really pretty, too. I would love to watch her take on this cock,” Jessica teased. Michelle could hear her spit on her new friend’s dick. “I bet she would give you a nice, wet handjob. She seems shy, so I’d probably have to show her proper blowjob technique, though. Maybe she’s secretly really dirty,” she said playfully.
“Can… can we wake her up?” he asked.
“Wouldn’t you like to feel my mouth first?” Jessica asked seductively, making Michelle expel a relieved breath.
“Oh, absolutely,” he replied. The man let out a gasp, telling Michelle that Ms. Forester was putting her golden mouth–or at least silver tongue–to good use.
Still under the guise of being asleep, Michelle rolled over in the sizable bed. She would soon be sharing it with the gallant lady currently tongue bathing what she imagined was a large cock.
“That feels so good.” He growled, and Michelle heard Jess give a giggle, and then replaced it with wet, noisy kisses, and light sucking sounds.
Ever so carefully, Michelle cracked open one eye. She repressed a gasp as she watched the bruiser, Jessica Forester, sucking the shaft of a muscular man’s fat cock like she was playing a harmonica.
“I love this cock.” Jessica growled as she turned her head and let the tip push out her cheek. She just caught Michelle peeping, and she winked. “This cock is so good. I wish Michelle was awake to taste it with me.”
Jessica was such a fucking tease, and Michelle couldn’t do anything about it without blowing her cover. “Imagine that; both of us on our knees, sucking your dick and balls, jacking you off as we kissed in front of you.”
“Fuck, that’d be hot.” The man groaned as he started to rock his hips, fucking Jessica’s wet hands as she encased her lips over the swollen tip.
Michelle closed her eyes again, just avoiding detection from the big stud as Jessica took his length deep down her masterful throat.
“She’s gorgeous. Both of you are so beautiful. Can… can we wake her up?” he asked pensively.
“She’s a pretty sound sleeper,” Jessica said mischievously. “I doubt this would even wake her,” she teased as she started loudly slurping on the cock in front of her. Both of her hands worked fast on his exposed length.
“Fuuuuck.” He groaned and threw his head back, fully pumping his hips and clenching his ass as he fucked Forester’s perfect mouth. He enjoyed the way she happily moaned around his meat. “If she was awake, she could be licking my nuts right now.”
Jessica let him out with a wet pop, but Michelle could still hear her wringing his dick. The spit and precum was enough that the handjob was soaked, messy, and lewdly loud.
“After I’ve drained your balls and swallowed your cum, would you like to touch her? If you’re careful, she won’t even know.”
Jessica had set up Michelle perfectly, and the poor doctor was helpless to fight it. Michelle was a sitting duck for Jessica’s twisted game!
“Take your tits out, please.” The man requested, knowing he was here because of her good graces.
“I suppose it’s only fair I show you something, too,” Jessica agreed and shed the white tank top she wore. She exposed her perfectly pert breasts and hard brown nipples. She cupped them in her hands, filling them perfectly as she massaged herself.
He grabbed her hair and led her hand back to the hot pole between his legs.
Jessica resumed the loud BJ, moaning and groaning again as the man above her started fucking her throat hard. He made her gag, and she loved every second of it.
It wasn’t much longer before she did as promised and made him blow his load all down her throat. Jessica drank every bit, pleased as punch. She definitely seemed to love the sport, Michelle thought to herself.
“All done,” she said proudly and stuck out her long red tongue, letting him see it all went to a good home.
“That was the best fucking sucking I’ve ever had,” he groaned, still holding her head.
Jessica smiled coyly and slowly turned her head. “See, she’s still sleeping like a babe. Let’s go have a look at her, shall we?”
“Are you sure she’s still sleeping?” The gravel-voiced man asked as they stood at the edge of the bed.
Michelle kept selling like her life depended on it. She rolled onto her back, letting her head loll to the other side, facing away from them. She hoped to be able to hide reactions to anything they might say about her or do to her.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” Jessica whispered. “Go ahead. Peel the covers back,” the bare chested beauty told him. Her hands were on her hips, her chest boldly displayed. Just as perfectly sun kissed as the rest of her.
The rough-handed man did as asked and peeled the layers back, revealing Michelle in a navy blue nightie. Her slender arms and smooth legs were exposed to his hungry eyes.
“Fuck me!” The man growled deep in his throat. “You’re both goddesses,” he said, looking from Michelle’s unmoving, curvier body to Jessica’s toned and lithe form.
“Touch her before night’s over, my friend.” Jessica nudged him, playing with his slowly reflating cock.
The stranger leaned down and gently cupped one of Michelle’s large, firm breasts, and then the other. “She’s perfect.”
Jessica watched with a conniving, knowing grin. The man let his hungry hands touch and grope Michelle’s form. Every curve. Jessica knew damn well Sleeping Beauty was indeed wide awake.
“She may be out like a light, but I bet… she’s soaking fucking wet.” Jessica purred in his ear and licked his neck, one hand on his now hard-again cock and the other fondling his nuts.
He took a deep breath and pulled up the hem of Michelle’s nightie, revealing nothing beneath but her sweet, wet pussy with a small patch of hair above her swollen lips.
Michelle was kicking herself. How on earth had she decided not to wear panties? She never wore them to sleep at home, but she wasn’t at home anymore.
“Just as I thought; you can see how wet she is. Come on, touch her.” Jessica told him, running a hand up Michelle’s thigh herself.
“What if she wakes up?” He asked, looking at his host, who was just a bit shorter than himself.
“She won’t,” Jessica said confidently. She went behind him and slipped a hand under the swooping neck of Michelle’s nightie to touch her bare breast. “Fuck. Her nipples are so hard right now.”
He swallowed his fear and reached down with a finger. The man touched the soft, hot skin on her outer labia, slowly drawing inward to touch her slick, darker-colored lips. “Fuuuuuck!” He groaned at the heat radiating from her.
“Slip a finger in. I bet she’s tighter than a drum,” Jessica suggested, tweaking a peaked nipple between her thumb and index finger.
With one callused hand, he slid Michelle’s nightie further up her toned belly. His lips and tongue kissed and licked the newly exposed warm skin. With extreme patience, he penetrated Michelle’s hot tunnel with a single finger and growled at the warmth, wetness, and the spongy softness.
“How is it?” Jessica asked. Both of her hands ran down Michelle’s neck to massage her tits and palm her nipples.
“Heavenly.” He groaned as he dipped his tongue into her bellybutton, worshiping every bit of skin he could reach.
“I almost wish she was awake for this,” Jessica played. She kissed Michelle’s forehead reverently. “Tell me this isn’t the luckiest night of your life.”
“It is by far,” he admitted. “I want to fuck her so bad. I promise I’ll do it slowly.”
“That one, I can’t let you do,” Jessica denied him. Fire briefly passed across her eyes. She watched him insert a second finger into the British goddess, and she could feel Michelle’s rapid heart beat. “I’ll tell you what, though; taste her, and then we’ll call it a night.”
“I can lick her pussy?” He asked hopefully, his mood picking up after Forester had denied his cock entrance.
“Mhmm. I’ve seen her have such vivid sex dreams that she’s had a body-shaking orgasm without waking up,” Jessica lied.
Michelle was barely able to bite back a scoff. Jessica’s story did give her some more wiggle room if it got harder for her to bite back moans, sighs, or physical reactions.
“Really?” He asked as he re-positioned himself by Michelle’s silky legs. His breath was hot on her pubic mound. “It’s worth a shot,” he said, inhaling her heady, musky scent.
With his fingers still slowly curling inside of her, he stuck out the tip of his tongue and skillfully circled her clit. Michelle’s breath unmistakably hitched in her “sleep.”
Jessica smiled above Michelle, knowing damn well that Michelle was being played like a fiddle. And the game had gone too far for her to do anything now. She also knew how heightened Michelle’s senses must be, with her eyes closed and trying to keep her physical responses as neutral as possible.
With the man’s fingers working her g-spot and his hardened tongue tip now playing her clit, Michelle couldn’t stop her increased breathing. Her impressive chest rose and fell. She could only try to bite back the moans and little squeaks escaping her soft lips.
Michelle shuddered as her first orgasm slipped out; an almost unnoticeable increase of arousal leaking out of her and onto the stranger’s thick digits.
Feeling her walls tighten and expand around him so, he knew she had cum. He slipped his fingers out and offered them to Jessica.
She seductively leaned forward, letting her breasts almost defy gravity as they barely dipped. Jessica hungrily sucked Michelle’s nectar until every essence and trace was completely gone.
He lowered his mouth directly over Michelle’s weeping opening and licked her from bottom to clit. The fellow moaned deeply as he tasted every bit of tangy flavor.
Michelle couldn’t hold back a moan as the man she had never even seen or spoke to before licked up and down her folds and sucked on her intimate, sensitive lips.
She opened her mouth, almost unable to hold back. But Jessica saved her by leaning over and sticking her tongue down Michelle’s mouth to silence her.
Jessica took the chance to explore every corner of Michelle’s educated mouth as the man between Michelle’s excellent legs slid his tongue in and fucked her pussy.
Michelle came again from the sensory overload. This time, she flooded the man’s mouth. He groaned happily and sucked hard on Michelle’s clit. He lapped up as much of her flowing juices as he could. The man drank from her like a dog drinks a bowl of water.
“I need to fuck her.” He growled and got onto his knees. His hard and straining cock was in his hand. Jessica had told him no, but he wasn’t about to listen.
“I said no you won’t.” Jessica bit back and pulled her pistol off of the bedside table next to. She leveled it at his head. “Get the fuck out.”
He did as told, having already been beaten in a fight with her once already. He wasn’t going to risk taking a bullet.
As soon as he fled the room and shut the door, Dr. St. Claire’s eyes flew wide open. She gasped loudly and curled into a ball. The good doctor was overstimulated and overwhelmed.
“Sorry that went so far. I didn’t think that was going to happen. I really just thought I was going to blow the guy.” Jessica shrugged. “Things just kept escalating and I kept playing.”
“What the fuck?” Michelle asked, holding onto Jessica’s hand. It was her fault this had all gone that far, but she did have two of the best orgasms of her life. And Jessica had meant it when she raised the gun on that man. Michelle had no doubt about that.
“I would have killed him. I want you to know that.” Jessica said, putting a comforting hand on the back of the scholar’s neck.
“I know. Thank you… for not letting him truly fuck me. And for the orgasms. I never would have done something like that myself. But I did need it.”
“No problem,” Jessica laughed. “Get some sleep, Doc.”