Swallowing Fear

"I have your test results" Dr. Fletcher said somberly.

Darby looked into the compassionate eyes of the middle-aged marine biologist. A scientist who was also tasked with caring for the medical needs of the tiny research crew of four, he wasn't trained to break bad news, yet, he was the only one available in the antarctic wasteland they were all studying in.

"Is it bad?"

The look of empathy creasing his face with worry lines was making her decidedly ill at ease.

"No. Not at all. In normal circumstances."

The rugged, windburned man gestured out the tiny, frosted over window of their utterly remote location. The craggy features of the man who studied arctic marine life didn't suit his anxious demeanour and Darby, someone who found other people's discomfort unbearable, wanted to console him.

"But..." she encouraged him to continue, her own anxiety rising by the second.

"Well, to be frank, I have very limited supplies of medication, obviously. In a city you could get what you need immediately and this would be easily dealt with, but here..."

"What do I need?"

This was Darby's first expedition to the antarctic and she was among very few woman who had ever been chosen to work on the southern most continent, the thought of having to leave her work behind because of a medical problem felt cruel and unfair.

"You have a deficiency in a lipid called prostaglandin. That lack has been causing your stomach problems."

For weeks, Darby had been having constant bowel issues that made life increasingly difficult.

"What is prostaglandin?"

"Let me show you what I found. Come around here."

Shifting his chair, Fletcher made room for the young astronomer to move beside him and look at the fancy, new, personal computer he had in his tiny, cramped office. The small, TV like monitor sat on and was wired to a small box that was the computer itself. Darby had seen advertisements for such things, the very best technology the new decade of the eighties could offer, but until she'd gotten to the state of the art research facility on the bottom of the globe, she'd never seen one in person.

"Basically, prostaglandins tell your body what to do and when to do it. They are lipids with hormone like properties. The difference is that no glands release them, instead your tissue makes them at the site of damage or infection. So the good news is your body doesn't have any tissue damage going on."

"Okaaaay..."

It had been a few years since Darby had taken a biology course and she was doing her best to follow the doctor, her mind far more conditioned to discussing space and the creation of the solar system. The young scientist- still in her twenties- had been under the misapprehension that she was immortal, so understanding how her body worked hadn't been a priority.

"What I'm saying is, they're important and you don't have enough of them."

"Where can I get more of them?" worried, given his demeanour, she felt anxiety anticipating he was going to tell her back in civilization.

"Watch this!"

The biologist gleefully pressed the keys on the keyboard and showed her a new page on the monitor.

"I just ask for sources of prostaglandin and viola! The computer spits out all known sources previously entered."

The list of ways to increase her prostaglandin appeared one at a time scrolling down the screen.

fatty acids

brain tissue

seminal fluid

Then the list ended.

The pair of them sat for what felt to Darby like an eternity staring at the list. It was a very short list of ways she could ingest more of the chemical, but the lack of it was was making her sick and risking her prestigious career.

"Are there any more coming?

"Umm... no. That looks like the whole list."

They both shuffled awkwardly. Since there were only four people on the base and he was her doctor while working there, Fletcher was well aware that Darby was a vegetarian. Eating fatty meat or brain tissue was against her morals.

But so was drinking her co-worker's semen.

"What are the long term effects of not having enough of this stuff?"

Clearly bargaining with her fate, Darby hoped she would be able to stick out the rest of her six month contract. They were on month two. The doctor typed some more on his keyboard and the screen changed once again.

Prostaglandins deficiency; stomach ulcers, glaucoma.

Glaucoma terrified Darby given how important her sight was to her job of looking through telescopes or scanning the ground for meteorites. Paranoid, she recalled noticing her eyes were not seeing as clearly for several days.

"I'll give you a day to think about this" Fletcher spoke gently, "but if you want to go back home we will have to call a helicopter to come get you. It might take a while, given the weather, so don't wait too long. For your health."

The dilemma was going home a failure or staying and risking illness while compromising her values on one level or another. Not only did Darby not want to eat meat, particularly brain tissue, but she absolutely did not want to consume semen. Well aware of the rampant sexism in her line of work, Darby had sworn to never involve herself romantically with any men from work. Not again anyway.

Perhaps she could acquire the semen in a non-romantic way.

The next day, Dr. Fletcher handed Darby a small vial half full of a milky white fluid when she came to him with her question.

"According to my data, prostaglandins have a short half-life and short duration of action. Meaning they don't remain viable for long."

Anticipating her procrastination, Fletcher had provided her with a personal sample of semen. Having the good grace to look mortified as she took it from him, the older man blushed furiously.

"If you choose to consume that, we can test your blood tomorrow to asses the uptake. See if you are responding to the... erm... medicine."

Feeling ill to her already aching stomach, Darby left the cramped office and took the vial of cum to her quarters, setting it on the desk to stare at for a long time. The thought of throwing away the once in a lifetime opportunity of studying in the Antarctic because she was too squeamish to drink a little sperm enraged Darby and, after a prolonged inner struggle, she quaffed the viscous fluid in a fit of pique at her predicament.

The moment the unique flavour hit her tongue, she was transported back to the last man whose sperm she had swallowed. It had been her former professor and it had been the only way she knew to get him to put her name forward for the very position she was now drinking jism to keep. As the watery spunk slid down her throat, she decided cum was better straight from the source. The ambitious astronomer preferred cum warmer and thicker than the goo she'd just forced down.

Willing that to be the last time she had to do such a thing, acquiescing to the thought that was unlikely, Darby went to work, constantly checking to see if her vision was improving once again.

The next morning, before work, she and Fletcher met once again to test her blood.

"There we go, your numbers are slightly better."

In spite of herself, Darby sighed aloud, revealing how relieved she was. Sharing a knowing look, the doctor shook his head.

"You aren't out of the woods yet. Lets follow up tomorrow and ensure your numbers have stabilized."

Unfortunately, they dipped once again, the prostaglandins having been absorbed or ceased functioning in her system.

"My advice is go back to the mainland. If not, you are going to have to increase your intake of... um... available supply- ahem- of that... ah... medicine."

The awkward nature of the medicine she needed made the pair of them blush.

"What if..." Darby's throat felt tight as she resisted the words she knew she was going to say. "What if I had a daily infusion? Straight from the source, so there isn't any loss of viability in the specimen?"

The marine biologist went utterly still as he pondered what she was saying.

"It seems possible that consuming the supply immediately after... ahhh... production... would be more efficacious" the older man cautiously offered.

Having negotiated situations of a similar vein as an attractive female attempting to infiltrate male dominated spaces, Darby was familiar with the subtle internal shift that happen within a man when sex became a possibility. Yearning so desperately to be included in the astronomical world had previously left her vulnerable to abuse by conniving older men in positions of authority over her future. Once again, she was backed into a corner where her options were either give up on her dream or give up her dignity.

"If you are of the medical opinion that absorbing the medicine orally is the best way, I'm willing to do so."

Darby felt violated as she watched Fletcher scan her body head to toe and assess her as an object of lust. Taller than many woman at five foot seven, Darby was slender, athletic and feminine in the way that no matter how frumpishly she dressed, her body looked sensual and sexy. Only peripherally aware of her affect on men, Darby knew only that she got far more sexual attention than she wanted wherever she went. Even on the least populated continent on the planet.

"I'm willing to engage in an experiment, if you are." Fletcher was being very careful, but the arch, ribald tone in his voice revealed how eager he was to try.

Done with the dance, having had to abase herself similarly too many times to think about, Darby simply dropped to her knees behind the doctor's cluttered, chaotic desk and got to work doing what she felt she had to in order to save her career. Ignoring the sly smile spreading across Fletcher's stubbly, but admittedly handsome face, the astronomer extracted the doctor's penis from his slacks. Dressed in thermal underwear under his pants, the marine biologist lifted his hips and unbuckled his belt to help her strip him from waist to ankles.

When he settled back into his chair, buttocks at the edge of his seat, Darby was presented with his flaccid manhood laying limply in his crotch, low hanging testicles already looking drained. Pulling a hair elastic off her wrist, the blonde astronomer tied back her long, straight locks, the frayed ends, bleached blonde from years outdoors, needed trimming, her sandy roots showing the months since she'd been able to let the sun touch the top of her head. The top of the head that she lowered between Fletcher's thighs as she suckled his penis into her mouth. Caressing him with her tongue, she roused the man to milk her medicine from his empty looking balls.

Moaning as she revealed her expertise at sucking cock, Fletcher lifted a hand to her head and laid it gently on her hair. Used to being in control of his own pleasure, it took restraint to allow her to control his cock after so long masturbating alone.

Stroking his thickening shaft with her right hand, Darby cupped his dangling balls and brushed her short nails over his wrinkly sack, urging his testicles to produce as much sperm as possible. As her mouth filled with the doctor's erection, she felt her own lust rising. Reluctantly, she began to enjoy pleasing her mouth with the warm, hard flesh of Fletcher's member. Since she had been a young woman exploring sex for the first times, Darby had found sucking cock to be a tantalizing, sordid delight. Something about the obscenity of putting someone's genitals in her mouth teased a keen, lustful reaction in her body. The thought of anyone ever knowing how much she enjoyed the feeling of a mouthful of cock terrified her. Yet, she loved the touch of male flesh in her hands, wet with her spit and the taste of salty skin. The sensations of sliding and friction incited such lust in her, she couldn't help touching herself as she nudged the back of her throat with his knob.

Each new act she performed received praise and moaning from the older man. When she slipped her lips and tongue up and down the sides of his shaft, Fletcher hissed 'yes' while gazing at her. After she sucked one of his testicles into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the hard ball, he intoned a long low 'whooaa' while she worked his nuts with her mouth. When she swallowed while taking his knob to the back of her throat, he whispered 'fuck yeah' as her esophagus opened and closed around his sensitive tip.

Using every skill she knew, the pretty woman encouraged the older man to spill himself in her mouth so she could get to work doing what she loved even more than sucking cock. When Darby sensed him holding back his climax, trembling on the verge, his body straining, his throat making whimpering noises, she jacked him faster, lapping his knob lewdly.

Speaking around his tip she murmured, "Come on. Give it to me. Give me my medicine doctor."

Looking into his eyes as she worked her mouth over his pole, she stroked and caressed him wantonly, putting on a vulgar performance to encourage him to cum faster and harder. At last he spilled his load onto her wriggling tongue, filling her eager mouth with the warm, pleasant sensation of thick sperm. Proud of her achievement, delighted by the strange, secret flavour, the young astronomer swallowed his load and milked him for every drop, desperate to ensure she didn't have to leave her prestigious post in Antarctica.

Then his climax ended and she stepped away while he stood and dressed himself.

"Thank you. That felt amazing." Fletcher said, his voice soft and fuzzy from the aftereffects of his orgasm.

"No, thank

you

for my medicine. Same time tomorrow morning for my blood work... and daily dose?"

"If you like, we can continue as long as you want."

"Only as long as its medically necessary doctor." Setting a boundary around what they were doing, Darby gave him a serious expression, indicating this wasn't anything other that medical.

"Understood" he nodded formally.

Later, as she slowly walked across the frozen landscape scanning the ground for potential meteorites, the astronomer contemplated what had happened that morning. Darby found it disappointing and frustrating how easily she had acquiesced to the requirement to suck cock. It seemed ridiculous to give in so readily to her desires.

Arriving on the frozen land months before, the pretty scientist had been running from yet another bad romantic decision. As she worked, carefully scanning potential rocks from space, her mind chewed on her inability to resist intelligent, charismatic older men. One after the other, she had fallen for a series of teachers, professors and bosses. Some malfunction in her brain engaged whenever a distant, emotionally unavailable, sexually available man with authority over her indicated he wanted her. The more inappropriate the situation the worse she wanted the man. It was aggravating.

When she had met the men she would be living with for the six month Antarctic stint, Darby had done her level best to avoid giving any hint of sexual availability. Leaving her warm outer garments on, wearing her toque, keeping her eye contact short, her smile bland and her voice low she had attempted to reduce her femininity as far as possible. Even so, the predatory, assessing looks in her three companions eyes while they scanned her looked as if each were seeing a piece of art for the first time.

Or a piece of meat.

The struggle grew more difficult as the first day progressed and the close quarters made it impossible not to bump into one another in tight passages, they ate together so she eventually had to take off her overly warm bulky clothes and spend time with the three men in jeans and sweaters. Eventually she combed her long hair. At some point she let her guard down and engaged in banter and deep conversations and she saw each of the men begin to crush on her.

The small gestures of kindness, the lingering stares, the need to know how her day was, what she had worked on or what she would like for dinner hinted at the growing attraction the men felt for the only woman for thousands of kilometres.

Worse still, Darby felt attracted to the men in return. Each had aspects that drew her, but on a purely animal, intimacy starved way, she craved them. For weeks she had been masturbating at night thinking of one or the other of the men. Doing everything she could to deny those feeling by day, at night her appetites took control and she dreamed of her co-workers in their isolated work environment and she climaxed fiercely.

When Fletcher had showed her that seminal fluid was a source of the lipid she needed, Darby had felt her body react with lust so quickly she blushed. Each of her lovers had been powerfully aroused by her willingness to suck cock and swallow cum. The first man who had taught her to pleasure him had been kind, patient and encouraging allowing her to explore him and her own desires. As she learned to enjoy a full mouth, the suffocating sexy sensations of deep throating a man and the strange unique flavour of sperm, Darby had built her sexuality around pleasing a man the way an oyster creates a pearl. Bit by bit, as she acquired more skill, she took more pleasure in pleasing. Soon she couldn't make a distinction between oral sex being for him or for her.

So, when it seemed the only option to continue her research was to suck cock, it had aroused her keenly, fulfilling her fantasies, inciting her lusts and saving her career.

The career she wasn't sure she would have if she didn't love sucking cock so much.

Each year of school, as she worked toward her goal, the pretty student had found herself sexual entangled with the man who could most assist her in advancing her future career. After years in therapy, she had to admit she must have known on some level those men could help her, but as far as Darby's active memories of events went, she had never sought out a man for the reason of advancing herself. Each man she found herself attracted to approached her first and she never knew how important they were until after she had slept with them.

That was how she remembered it, anyway.

In her mind, she was certain that sleeping with those important, influential men had hindered as much as helped her on her journey. Yes, the men all enjoyed doing things that helped her, introductions, references, inside information, but jealous men, jilted lovers, men she'd cheated on spoke very ill of her afterwards. The rumours that she was a slut dogged her. Most women talked shit about her behind her back and the wives of the married men told their friends, tarnishing Darby's reputation.

Coming to the antarctic had been a last ditch effort to save her faltering career. It had taken some humiliating manipulation to pull the strings necessary to get there and now her own body was betraying her. Not only was it failing in the harsh environs, but her lust was throwing a wrench into the works. Again.

Darby had sucked Fletcher's cock. That was inevitably going to create problems.

The next morning, returning to the doctors small, confined office, she felt the teasing, tingling anticipation of sucking Fletcher's lovely erection again conflict with the familiar anxiety that she was risking everything for sexual gratification once more.

After he had taken and studied her blood, the handsome marine biologist told her the results.

"Seems your levels are still up from where they bottomed out, but not nearly as high as you need. How is your stomach feeling?"

"Ummm, yeah still hurts, but I think it isn't as bad, actually."

"Well that's good news, anyway. Any vision issues?"

"Not really."

"Not really?"

"Nothing has changed."

"Ok." His doubt was palpable. "If this were a normal medicine I would recommend another dose, but given the circumstances... I feel... compromised ethically..."

"Its fine. I'll do it."

Rolling her eyes internally at his preformative moral hand-wringing, she knelt before him once more and waited while he pulled his pants down and gave her access to his already stirring penis. Wishing the sight of a man's genitals didn't cause her body to react so strongly, regretting how handsome she found Fletcher, bemused by how excited she was to fill her mouth with him, Darby took the semi-erect phallus in hand, stroking life into limp flesh and licked his warm scrotum.