0 comments/ 14453 views/ 0 favorites The Archeologist Ch. 01 By: Alivitari The Archeologist: The Angel from the Street My name is Dr. James Carson. I am a 27 year old archeologist worth over a little more than 5 billion dollars. I have been called a genius by some, partly because I graduated high school at ten and by the age of seventeen held a doctorate in anthropology/ archeology from UCLA. But mainly because of my prowess with women. I can have any woman with only a few choice words. This is my story. * * * * * Dr. James Carson stood in front of the floor to ceiling mirror appraising his image. Standing at a little over foot tall his height and broad shoulders filled out the black tuxedo nicely. He straightened the back bow tie and lock of his dark hair. He was ready. James hated these damn government parties but that, he assumed, was the price of government funding. As wealthy as he was he didn't need the funding, but why not get a little work out of all that tax money he had paid. He stepped out from in front of the mirror. Carson walked to a table by the door and picked up a long, slender black leather wallet. Also on the table lie set of keys. Keys to James' baby. He stepped out of the hotel room and walked down the tope corridor to the veneered elevator doors. James stepped into the car and depressed the button that indicated the parking garage. As the car shuddered into motion he thought of what he would say to all the diplomats and scientists. Even though he had been to hundreds of these parties he was always nervous and rehearsed what to say. The car stopped abruptly and the doors opened to the cold concrete environment of the parking garage. James stepped out of the car and spotted her immediately. His baby. He started the trek to the black 2004 Mazirati Coupe and pushed the button on the alarm remote. The car emitted the telltale beep that it's alarm had been deactivated. James walked up to her, opened the door, and got in. The car started with the rumble of raw power that lie beneath the hood. He watched as the needle on the odometer passed 30 MPH as he backed the car out of the space. James kicked the shifter into place and sped off to the exit. As the concrete columns of the parking garage raced past James revealed, like ever other American man, in the power and speed at his command. Quickly the concrete columns turned to the street lights of Washington D.C. He turned corners at ridicules speeds and raced through red lights. In a word, the man was a lawsuit waiting to happen. He continued his maniacal rate of speed until he pulled into a parking space in a closed office building's parking structure three blocks away from the Hancock Hotel, where the party was being held. He stepped out of his baby and once again depressed the alarm button. He turned and headed to the exit of the structure. Carson continued his rehearsal as he walked along the darkened streets of our nation's capitol. Then as if from the very night itself he heard a woman scream. The shrill, piercing scream that only the vocal cords of a woman could make. He thought it was coming from behind him. The woman screamed again. Yes, now he was sure, that ally he had passed just a minute a ago. James quickly turned around and ran back to the ally. He stood at the opening of the ally and peered out into the darkness. He saw nothing. The big man braced himself and plunged into the darkness of the ally. Then he saw it. A horrible sight. A woman laying on the ground with a nice evening gown pushed up to her waist. A large man stood over her. He was raping her. "What the fuck do you think your doing?" screamed James as he ran up to the man. "What the -" but the man didn't have time to finish before Dr. Carson lifted him off the ground and flung him against the ally wall. "What's the matter couldn't get any honestly? You fuck head." James screamed in the man's face and slammed him in the wall emphasizing his last words. Then as fast as he could the rapist pulled a knife from god knows where, as his pants were around his ankles, and swung the sharpened steel at our heroes head. James, however, was quicker. He not only dodged the knife but caught it in his left hand. His right hand moved from the collar of the man's tattered T-shirt to his throat. As the rapist pushed against him testing the limits of Carson's strength he squeezed down on the big man's throat. After a few moments of a fruitless struggle the rapist gave up and raised the hand that wasn't holding the knife. He slammed the balled fist in to Carson's eye. As the impact from the punch rushed to him James took a step back and released the man's throat. The slime ball's tactic had worked. Carson took another step back and turned looking for a weapon. For the first time he really noticed the woman. She was angelic. A red head with long slender legs and perfect tit's that defied gravity. It's was amazing to James that he could find perfection in the middle of a fight with a rapist. He knew that he had to have her. When he turned back to the shit head he realized that he still had no defense against the attacker. He thought to himself fine I'll just take his. Finally he found a use for all those stupid martial arts class his dad made him take. Carson let himself slide in to a back stance. With all the weight on his back leg he had a very low center of gravity. He lifted his leg and kicked out ward in a round house kick. James connected with something. Then he heard the metallic clang of the knife. He had done it. But now. He kicked out once again with a side kick and made contact with the man's cranium. The skuzzy thug crashed into the brick wall of the ally. He was out he just hadn't fallen yet. Just then like a flash of lightning the little woman passed James and threw her tiny frame into the man. The another scream cut through to night air. Not the woman's this time, but the rapist. As the woman backed up the good doctor saw the hilt of the knife protruding from the rapist groin. She had stabbed him in the balls. "You'll never rape another." said the woman weakly "Holy Shit." James said as he walked up to the man and pulled the dagger out. This caused another scream. "This is a 11th century combat dagger from England." "What?" Asked the frightened woman. "Nothing. Are you alright." Carson asked approaching her. "Yes. A little shook up, but I'm fine." said the vixen looking down at the rapist. "I am Dr. James Carson." said James offering his hand. "Dr. Emily Johnson," said the girl taking James' hand. "Doctor?" asked James puzzled "Yes, I am an Archeologist." said the Emily leading James toward the entrance of the ally "Small world. What field?" asked Carson genuinely surprised to hear what he'd heard "Egyptology. And you." asked the Doctor as the pair emerged from the ally. "Really small world." "I haven't said this yet, so, thank you." "It's not necessary." "But it is. I know it can never compare to running into a dark ally after some half wit who took a wrong turn, but I want to buy you dinner." "Dinner. Ok." said Carson quickly as to make her laugh. It did. * * * * * The two sat at a quiet table in a small coffee shop about a block and a half from the attempted rape. They talked and giggled like they had known each other for years. To each it felt as though they had. "So you made a wrong turn into a dark ally?" asked James "I told you I am a half wit." said the woman giggling. As she moved her vibrant red hair bounced off of her shoulders. He moved also caused her tits to bounce. This is what Carson mainly noticed, although he tried not to show it. He failed. "Are they really that interesting?" asked Emily looking in to Carson's deep brown eyes. "Are what that interesting?" asked James putting on a puzzled look. "My tits. You have been starring at them all night." said Dr. Johnson with a smile. "Oh, god. I am so sorry. I-" stammered James "Don't worry about it. It's nice to get some wanted attention." "Wanted?" asked James. Now was the time. Time for his smile. "Yes. I am very attracted to you." said Emily This was something James wasn't prepared for. The woman was putting the moves on him. "In fact, I want you to come back to my hotel for dinks." said the sexy archeologist with a wink. "No, I can't" said Carson. "A- Are you married?" asked Emily with disappointment in her eyes. Carson knew that he was back in control. "No, I'm not married. My hotel." said Dr. Carson with another one of his famous smiles. She smiled back. * * * * * As soon as the door to the room was closed behind them Emily and James began tearing at each others clothes. Piece after Piece of clothing hit the floor. Then the locked in a passionate, lust fired kiss. The two kissed there way into the bed room and Emily sat Carson down on the bed. She took a step back from him to let him see her in all her glory. She had lost everything but he tight lace bra and panties. The black fabric barely covered her. "Now I am going to give you your real reward." she said as she gripped the front clasp of her bra. She expertly worked the clasp and the bra fell away. Dr. James Carson found himself starring face to faces with the most beautiful pair of tits he had ever seen. The pink capped tits threatened to disprove the laws of gravity. Emily took a step forward and pressed her 40C tits into her rescuer's face. Almost instantly Dr. Johnson felt the wonderful sucking. She loved the way he moved his head while he sucked. The redhead felt him begin to play with her other nipple while her sucked. As much as she hated to stop this it was his reward not hers. "James," she said pulling her tits from his mouth. "I want to suck you." Upon hearing this his cock jumped to attention making a tent in his boxers. "And from the looks of it you want me to as well." said the siren Emily. Then she dropped to her knees and licked her lips. Emily tugged at Carson's boxers and slid them off of his body. She the turned to her attention to the matter at hand. The vixen reached out and took James hard cock in her hand causing a moan to escape from James mouth. Dr. Johnson let her hand move up and down her lovers prick. A small crystalline drop of pre-cum appeared. She couldn't help herself as she bent down and licked it up. Emily swirled her tongue around the tip. She let her tongue dip in to the slit at the tip. Dr. James Carson was in heaven. He was getting a blowjob from an angel. He breathed in sharply when she closed her lips around the tip of his cock. Emily slowly sucked back and forth on the end of James cock. Dr. Johnson let herself fall into a another place as her lover's dick slide back and forth across her lips. Carson was mystified as he watched the sexy redhead's lips engulf his cock. She slid down a little further with each downward stroke. He watched as Emily's full red lips worked their incredible magic on his member. Soon he felt the rush of warmth that signaled that he was about to cum. It took all the willpower he possessed but he pulled the vixen known as Emily up off of his inflamed cock. "I want to fuck you." Dr. Carson said looking into her deep blue eyes. "Oh, god." moaned the archeologist going weak in the knees from his proclamation. The good doctor Johnson quickly pushed our hero on to his back and strattled him. The angel let her pussy rub against his hair covered legs. Just the slight friction made Emily almost lose it. This wasn't going to take long. James watched as his lover positioned her dripping pussy over his cock. Allowing herself enough control, Emily gently brushed her rescuer's dick with her pussy lips. A jolt of electricity traveled through her. She knew that if she didn't fuck him soon the redhead would explode. Ever so lightly she spread her lips and lowered herself on to James' member. Dr. Johnson allowed a moan to escape from he lips as she pushed the man's meat deeper into her pussy. He red locks fell lower on her back when she leaned her head back in ecstasy. Once Emily was resting on Dr. Carson's pubic bone she moved her hips forward and backward very slowly. She gradually let herself move fast as she approached climax. James felt his woman's pussy tighten around his prick when she exploded in orgasm. The wetness grew tremendously. The warmth as well. Even in the throws of orgasm she didn't stop moving. Emily kept riding and riding until her orgasm subsided. Then the woman stopped moving and just sat their with James' cock in her pussy. Carson, then felt the most wonderful thing. The doctor's pussy was rolling, but Emily wasn't moving. She was using the muscles in her pussy to massage James' member. Dr. Johnson leaned down and kissed him. A wet passionate kiss. She gripped her man's tongue in her lips and sucked like she was giving him a blowjob. Carson was being sucked at both ends, and he never wanted it to stop. It was back. That feeling of hot cum racing up his shaft. "I am going to cum." said James, or rather tried to say. Apparently Emily got his message though because she squeezed her pussy tighter and rolled her muscles harder. It hit him. He moaned as he blew his load deep inside of the sweet archeologist's pussy. Feeling the blast of ward cum inside of her, Emily too let out a moan. The warmth caused her to once again explode in orgasm. James continued to cum when he felt he tighten around him. It was the most erotic experience of his life. He had had more women than he could keep track of but he would never forget this one. In fact after only knowing her for a few hour he thought he might be in love with her. After Dr. Johnson had given her all she rolled off of James and lay panting beside the big man. After a minute James stood up and walked over to the mini-bar and poured two glasses of champagne. "Oh, thank you." said Emily as James handed her one of the glasses. "Oh, shit." Dr. Carson muttered under his breath. "What is it, James?" asked the vixen with a concerted look on her face. "I forgot about the damn party." "Oh, shit!" she said checking her watch, "Fuck, I need that funding." "Don't worry about it I'll take care of it." "What?!?" asked Emily surprised "Don't worry I'll fund us both this year." said James dismissively. "You have 15 million dollars just lying around?" said Emily in a disbelieving tone. "Sure, I have about five billion just lying around." "James, I can't let you do that you have already done so much for me." "Well, I guess your just going to have to reward me again." said Carson smiling. And reward him she did. After that night however they never saw each other again. James paid her funding for the season and went to Egypt with his own crew to continue his work in the Valley of the Kings. That is where our story continues. The Archeologist Ch. 02 My name is Dr. James Carson. I am a 27 year old Archeologist worth over a little more than 5 billion dollars. I have been called a genius by some, partly because I graduated high school at ten and by the age of seventeen held a doctorate in archeology/ anthropology from UCLA. But mainly because of my prowess with women. I can have any woman with only a few choice words. This is my story. * * * * * It was fucking hot. It was always hot in this god forsaken country, even after the sun went down. He was getting fed up with this whole damn job. The man had half a mind to quit. Dr. James Carson removed the white fedora that perched on his head and wiped the sweat from his brow. The big man turned around and walked back into the research tent. There was a big metal table, and on the table was a yet to be identified mummy the had found in a newly discovered chamber of the Valley of the Kings. More commonly referred to as the VK. "I hate this fucking place." James said to Dr. Kyle Moore who was sitting to the side of the mummy. "No you don't." said Kyle not looking up. "You need it. It's in your blood." "I know and I resent the hell out if it." said James sitting down on the other side a picking up a scalpel. "Maybe you should take the next season off. This long in the heat can get to any one." said Kyle continuing to work on the linins. "You're probably right." said James starting to do the same. "I think I'll do that. Do you think that you could handle things with out me?" Kyle stopped and looked up, "just because you graduated a three years before me doesn't mean I am incompetent." "Sorry." "Hey, so we got this new intern coming in tomorrow. A Miss Heather King, and from what I can tell quite the piece of ass." said Kyle returning to his work. "Refresh my memory. Why are we getting a new intern five days before we pull out?" "Our little woman is doing her finale doctorate year at Cairo. Then she had signed on to become assistant to the chief digger, me. Maybe I'll get to fuck her." said Moore. "Maybe, but not before I do." said James chuckling. "Fuck you." "Hopefully." * * * The blades of the red chopper from the Cairo Institute slowed as the aircraft hit the helipad. The chopper's blades spun the sand on the pad in a cyclone around the steel beast. Soon James heard the engines wined down and the pilot's door swung open to reveal a middle age man that Carson recognized as Paul Flanagan. The man stepped out of the chopper and opened the back door and helped the most beautiful woman Either James or Kyle had ever seen. She had long dark hair that stopped mid-back, full B-cup tits, and full ruby red lips. She was, in a word, exquisite. When she stepped out of the chopper James saw that she was wearing a white business suit, clearly she had never been to the desert. "Dr. Carson," said the woman when she had approached the two men, "It's an honor to finally meet you." "I must say the same, Miss King." said Carson, "I know you have just arrived but we had a situation, that I think that you could help with." "Oh, what is it?" asked Heather as the trio, Flanagan having already started for the camp, started for the camp a good two hundred yards away. "Four days ago my team broke through a wall in Chamber 225, we found a lavish chamber and a sarcophagus. The tomb walls had many markings but no identity for the mummy, who we have been calling Mr. Mummy." "Cute." said Heather smiling. "Yeah, I came up with that one." said Kyle trailing off at the end. "Anyway, we have three days left before we have to pack up. We need to know who this guy is before we shut down." concluded James "Ok, first of all I'd like to change into some more appropriate clothes and then to take a look at the glyphs on the wall." said Miss King. "I think that can be arranged." * * * While James waited for the intern to get changed he grabbed his tool kit and went to the tomb. As he dusted off the glyphs he wrote down translations in a notebook that he always carried with him. "Eager to get started, I see." said Heather moving next to James "As I said, Heather, we are working on a truncated time table." replied Carson not looking up. The pair made small talk as they worked, soon after Kyle had joined them and fit right into the conversation. While the men worked on the walls Heather worked on the sarcophagus. "Imhotep." Heather whispered after about an hour of working "What?" asked the two men unison as they moved to join her. "This could be Imhotep." "Imhotep was a god. Why would they burry him in the VK?" asked Dr. Moore "He was elevated to god status fifty years after he died. Until then he was just greatly respected. I can't tell it's getting to dark in here. We'll have to wait until tomorrow to be sure." said Heather. "Alright, then would you care to have dinner with me." asked Carson of Miss King "I'd love to James." said King putting down her tools. James offered his arm and the two walked out. "Bastard." said Kyle under his breath. * * * "You know I have always loved your work." said Heather, a little loosened up by the Brandy they had had during dinner. "Really?" asked James. Then he flashed that smile of his. "Can ask you a personal question?" asked Heather. "Anything." "Do you find me attractive?" asked the girl. "Of course I do. You are an extremely beautiful woman." Can ask you another one?" "Like I said, Anything." said James smiling again. "Will you fuck me?" asked Heather slightly slurring the words "No, I won't." said James looking directly in to her eyes. "Why not? You just said that I was attractive." said Heather pouting a little. "Because your drunk. I won't take advantage of you. I'd like to, but I can't." "You wouldn't be taking advantage if I let you." "Yes, I would." said Carson, "let me take you to your tent. You can sleep it off." * * * The next morning James was in the research tent continuing the autopsy of the Mr. Mummy. He was kicking himself for not fucking the intern's brains out. But, he was a gentleman, and gentlemen have morals to stand up to. And fucking a drunk intern wasn't included. Dr. Carson continued to carefully cut away layer after layer of linen. He used his scalpel and gently removed the next layer. Then he heard the tent flap open. It was Kyle. "Hey." said Kyle, "Where is are intern." "Probably sleeping it off." said James looking up. "Sleeping it off?" questioned Dr. Moore sitting down on the other side of Mr. Mummy. "Yeah, she had a little to much brandy at dinner." explained Carson "Bummer, so you didn't fuck her." said Kyle picking up a scalpel. He had known Carson for ten years and understood his morals. In fact he had even picked them up. "Nope." said the Archeologist "Well, that's what you get for giving her alcohol." "I thought she might be able to hold her liquor a little better." Just then the tent flap rustled again. This time it was Heather. "James can I speak to you alone." asked Heather not looking at him. "Sure. Kyle if you would." James asked. "Not a problem. I'll be in the tomb." said Moore getting up and walking out of the tent. "Have a seat. What's on your mind?" asked James setting down the surgical knife. "I want to thank you for last night." said Miss King sitting down and continuing Kyle's work. "What do you mean?" asked James stopping and looking up. "I mean You could have taken me. I would have even approved. But you didn't, so thank you." "I couldn't bring my self to. Although for the record everything I said is true." "Everything I said was true also." said Heather with a seductive tone. "Is that so?" asked James playing along. "Yes, I do want to fuck you." she said as James stood up. "Then what are we waiting for?" asked Carson. Then he leaned down and kissed her passionately. She kissed back. Apparently James wasn't moving fast enough for her. Heather reached out and started to undo his belt. She also unzipped his pants and pushed the to the floor. Miss King reached out and caressed James' cock through the thin cotton of his boxers. Heather gripped the meat briefly and the hooked her thumbs in the waist band and pulled them down to the sand of the floor. Heather took a hold of Carson's dick and slowly began to jack the hard shaft. James leaned his head back in a moan. As soon as she had the opportunity Heather wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She pushed her head down to the base and pulled back up. The she suck just on the head for a few moments and the deep throated James again. Dr. Carson was in ecstasy. He looked down and the sight of the sexy little intern sucking him off almost made him lose it. He had to concentrate on something else so he wouldn't cum to soon. This girl almost made him want to stay. Almost but not quite. " Stop." said James pulling Miss King off his cock and up to her feet. She look disappointed. James couldn't have that. He kissed her again. As he did so he used one hand to unbutton her kaki shirt. Heather was wearing a tiny lace bra underneath her work clothes. He reached around and with one hand unclasped the bra. It to fell to the floor. Now he reached out, never having broken the kiss, and began to manipulate her tits. He continued, with his other hand, to remover her clothing. Her shorts then her matching panties fell to the floor. Now James broke the kiss. He took her by the hand to the desk and pushed the few items on it off on to the sand. Carson picked up the girl and laid her on the desk. He winked at her and ran his hand over her tits down to her pussy. James didn't touch her though her went past her pussy to her thighs and eventually her caves. The man circled around to between her legs. James started at the back of her knees and kissed light butterfly kisses all the way up her thighs. He went around her pussy and down the other side. The Archeologist kissed back up to her pussy with slow wet lingering kisses. As he passed he blew on her wet pussy, he spread the soft folds and exposed her clit. He blew again. James pushed the flat of his tongue hard against Heather's pussy and licked up. He pulled away and pressed his tongue again on her pussy. And again, a fourth a fifth. The James pushed the very tip of his tongue in to her clit. He pressed hard and moved his tongue back and forth. Heather let out a moan as orgasm ripped through her tiny frame. She felt her juices openly running out of her pussy. Never had she been so glad to take this job. Even though James could tell she had cum, but pressed on in his assault, applying direct pressure on her sensitive clit. He heard her begging him to stop, it was too sensitive. But James was relentless. He felt a wave of fresh juice hit his face when she came again. Then again, and again. Finally James moved off of her clit and began to clean her all the juice. "Sit down." whispered Heather weakly when James has finished. James more than willingly complied. "Still want to fuck you." she said straddling his sitting form. Heather lowered her self until her lips were brushing Dr. Carson's cock. With excruciatingly slow movements she lowered her self to the base of his cock. She leaned down and locked his lips in a kiss. As her tongue snaked it's way through his mouth Miss Kings pussy began contracting rhythmically around James' prick. She squeezed and her pussy began to roll up and down Carson's hard dick. Clearly she had obtained extraordinary muscle control. James felt like he was being sucked at both ends. It was wonderful. Soon he felt that familiar swell in his cock and knew he was not going to be able to hold himself off much longer. He tried to warn Heather but she just kissed harder. Carson felt the pressure and then he emptied himself in to her creamy pussy. Heather felt his hot cum push it's warmth in to her and began an earth-shattering orgasm. She came harder than she ever had. She felt the good Doctor go limp beneath her. Miss King had done it. She had fucked the famed James Carson, and loved it. James watched weakly as Heather gathered her clothes and dressed. She walked to him and said "Emily was right. You were extraordinary." then she leaned down and passionately kissed him. Carson followed her with his eyes as she turned and left the tent. When James regained his strength he too dressed and headed for the tomb. * * * "You bastard. You fucked her. Didn't you?" said Kyle when James entered the dank tomb. James only shrugged and gave a look like it was inevitable. "So were are we on Mr. Mummy?" asked James "Same place as before. Nowhere." said Moore looking discouraged "I'll drop a couple grand to an official and keep the site exclusive." said James in a reassuring tone. "Alright." said Kyle closing his notebook. "You eat yet?" asked Dr. Carson upon hearing his stomach rumbling. "No. Let's get some lunch." said Kyle walked out of the tomb. * * * The rest of the week passed with nothing new on the mummy. However, Heather had given James quite a few knowing looks as they worked. He was sorry he was going to miss the year with her, but he had to go. Maybe he would return midway through the next season and check up on them, and her. James had recruited Paul Flanagan to be his personal pilot for his travels. He liked the man so in addition to his extra pay for doing the job, James had promised him a nice lump of spending money while they were traveling. Dr. Carson sat at the last piece of furniture left in his tent, his desk and looked over his itinerary. Two weeks each in London, Paris, Moscow, Zurich, Athens and Rome. He though a nice tour of Europe would do him good. The Archeologist picked up Moby Dick, the book he had planned on reading during the flight to Rome, and left his tent. He walked the short trek to the Helipad and found Kyle and Heather waiting for him. Paul was already doing the last of the pre-flight checks. "Alright, you know what to do." said James to Kyle "Yep. I guess I'll see you in a year." "Contact me if you find out anything." "Will Do." confirmed Kyle. James turned to Heather. "I'll see you soon." said James and he leaned forward and kissed her. A kiss like they had shared in the tent after their fuck. "Have fun." she said after they had broken the kiss. James just smiled and climbed on the chopper. "We ready, boss?" asked Flanagan as James buckled the shoulder straps. "Let's go." said James. The aircraft bumped and shuddered as it left the pad bound for Rome. Rome the Eternal City.