The Truth About Blow Jobs
Chapter Six -- Pascagoula
E-mail: clueseek@swbell.net
Rating: NC-17 and downhill from there.
Category: Smutty sex, threesome, bondage, discipline, all
that happy stuff. Mulder - Scully - Skinner and an alien spaceship.
Summary: The True and Untold Story of Mulder's Abduction. Forget
CC's version, cause I'm telling you this is what really happened.
Archive: Just ask!
Comments: Thanks to Leelee, beta extraordinary, and the one
responsible for most of this chapter. Thanks for getting me out of
my writer's funk.
Feedback: Always welcome with a glass of ice tea.
The Star Cruiser
Skinner just stared at me in shock for a few moments. I was naked,
straddling his chest with my breasts cupped in my hands offering them
up to him. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. His expression
was like that of the boy on Christmas morning. Either that or a
starving man contemplating a juicy steak. I felt myself get wet at
the prospect of being this gorgeous man's next meal. That was, of
course, until he tried to reach for me and felt the bonds that held
his hands.
"What the hell!" he snarled at me.
A smile curled my lips and I rubbed my sex against his strong chest.
His course chest hairs causing a delicious sensation that I felt down
to my toes.
"Scully?" The puzzled look on his face was so cute.
"Yes Walter dear." My voice just purred.
The explosion I had expected was quick in coming. All sweet Walter
had to do was look around and realize his situation. Tied tightly to
a bed in a place that did not look like anything on earth. The metal
walls gleaming and lights flashing on the nearby COM deck. Plus he
was just wearing his briefs. But it was the sight of Mulder, trussed
up and gagged, that really set him off.
"Who the fuck are you?" His voice had regained all the strong
assistant director tones I knew so well. "Never mind. Just get off
me, NOW!"
I grabbed his head between my hands and tried to calm him. His neck
was so strong. Yanking his head from my grip while he tried with all
his considerable strength to buck me off him. I settled for running
my fingers over his thrashing head. I'd always wanted to know what it
felt like and it was amazing. Sort of like a large hard penis.
And speaking of penises, there was only sure one way to control any
alpha male, but particularly Walter Skinner. His fighting and loud
demands for release were beginning to tire me out. I had to calm him
down before we were both to tired to have any fun.
Ignoring his yelling and struggles, I slid my soft body down his hard
one. His sharp intake of breath as my breasts rubbed over his chest
stopped his bellowing and he looked at me in amazement. Wriggling my
way down until I was sitting between his tied legs, I noticed that
the aggression did not mean, he wasn't turned on. Tenting out from
his underwear was the most impressive erection I had ever seen. And
considering my weekend with Teddy Roosevelt, that's saying a lot! He
didn't get the nickname 'rough rider' from his equestrian skills.
Walter grew perfectly still as I softly stroked my hand over the hard
bulge. He was so tense I wanted to soothe him. The knowledge that
this man desired me, made me want to take him slow and easy, like
good sipping bourbon.
"Who are you?" He finally asked in a quiet, pseudo-calm voice that
you used in hostage negotiations. I looked up at him and grinned.
His flat stomach had a fine sheen of sweat glistening on it. His
breath was coming out in controlled pants and his fists were clenched
still fighting against the chains. "You look just like Agent
Scully."
"I am Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully, Walter. Just relax. I'm
going to take good care of my boss." I bent my head down and pressed
a kiss just above the elastic of his briefs. His abdomen sucked in in
response and he fought back a moan when my tongue flicked out to
taste him there. Delicious! Even tastier than Mulder was.
Note to file on Walter Skinner: Erogenous spot A4718c. Responsive to
oral stimulation
"But how..."
I inched his briefs down until the mushroom shaped head of his cock
was exposed. He was so very hard that I was having a hard time
holding back my urge to swallow him whole.
"Don't worry about the how, darling. Just enjoy it. No one's going to
hurt you or Mulder. I had no intention of ever claiming you, but shit
happens. And now that I have you both, we're going to play all I
want."
Skinner's eyes got large as I yanked the elastic and tore of his
briefs with one quick tug. My mild show of strength did nothing to
hamper his erection though. His cock was perfect. Thick and smooth in
my hand. I squeezed the head gently and felt it twitch in my hands.
My mouth was watering. "Please me, Walter Skinner and I'll make
special arrangements for more play once we leave here."
"No! Goddamnit, let me up!" Skinner's voice roared suddenly through
the cabin.
I shook my head at him and gripped his cock tight. It's incredible
how quickly a man will obey when you have them literally by the balls.
"Stop it, Skinner! That's enough. You're mine until I send you back.
And you might as well get used to it."
Skinner glared at me, but closed his eyes and whimpered when I
stroked my hand up his hard length.
"Honey man, do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?"
"Just let me go Scully or whoever the hell you are."
His voice was so gruff it caused shivers to course down my spine.
Right now I'll let him talk but later he will get a gag just like
Mulder. I had taken more than enough orders from him in my years with
the X-files now it was MY turn.
"I'm going to fuck you Skinman. I'm going to slide this beautiful cock
deep, deep inside me and ride you until I come." Did I just hear him
whimper? Wow! And not even a drip of the saliva yet.
"Let me go."
Yeah, like he meant that. I stretched out my tongue until just the
tip of it was hovering over the slit of his cock. It was throbbing in
my hand. Spiraling my tongue until it circled the head in smaller and
smaller circles until I was drilling it into the eye. Skinner moaned
and yanked at his bonds. It was a pretty intense initiation into the
wonders of sex with female aliens but what the hell, he was special.
My eyes darted up to watch his handsome face. The look of shocked
ecstasy that human males get when I first put my mouth on them always
turns me on. I bathed his beautiful erection until it was rock hard,
pulsing and gleaming with my saliva. My foremothers would have been
proud.
Lifting up, I let my breasts rub against his hairy strong thighs
until my nipples were hard little nubs. I lifted my chest higher and
let his slick member rest between my breasts. I squeezed my breasts
around his damp cock tight and moved my body slightly up and down on
him. Skinner was fighting it but I could tell having me tit fuck him
was almost too much. The combination of the saliva and the warm soft
flesh of my breasts made him arch his hips up to demand more. A
nonstop stream of groans and gasps were coming from his thrown back
head. He whimpered when I stopped. Getting up from between his legs,
I climbed back up that gorgeous hard body and positioned my self over
his straining cock.
"I'm gonna ride you long and hard, Honey man. And, if you come before
me then you'll be punished. I'll flip you over and put on my strap on
and show you how if feels to be a woman. Mulder might like that, but
I don't think you would"
Skinner's eyes got huge and his respiration's even more rapid. His
cock twitched against the lips of my pussy. I could feel my
excitement dripping out of me and coating him. He was mine now.
"You want to please me first. Don't you baby?" Skinner was trying to
speak, but couldn't he nodded his head dumbly and then threw his head
back and shouted my name as I impaled myself on him.
I could hear Mulder moaning beside us, but I was too caught up in the
feel of Skinner filling me to spare my partner a glance. "Later
Mulder.." I moaned as I rode Skinner hard. Lifting up high on my
knees until his sweet length was almost out of me and then slamming
back down. There was little finesse involved since I was too turned
on to do much more than fuck my boss like a Saturian humanoid in heat.
Skinner was crying out in pleasure and met my thrusts as best he
could. He hollered when I ran my nails over his hard chest and thrust
up so hard when I pinched his nipples that I felt my head would fly
off. One more furious thrust and I was flying off into the galaxy.
Skinner right on my heels. Bellowing his release in my ears.
I lay in an undignified heap on Skinner's chest for quite a while.
Happily noting that despite his massive orgasm that had cum dribbling
down my thighs, he was still fairly hard. Thank you goddess, my kind
of man.
Lifting my head I saw that he was still reacting to his first
exposure to the enzymes in my salvia and vaginal secretions. Mouth
open, eyes closed, gasping for air, Skinner was saying things
like "Yes, God, so good" that broke up his constant mumbled litany
of "Scullysculyyscully".
He reminded me of Andrew Jackson. Ol' Hickory had the same mental
aphasia afterwards. I had to kiss him softly.
I finally got the energy to roll off him. We both needed water after
our hot walk and even hotter sex. Mulder's moans drew my attention
away from my task. He was stilled tied and gagged, but was writhing
around the bed. His cock so hard from watching the fun that it looked
purple.
I'd have to do something about that. Walter needed a rest, but Mulder
looked raring to go. But first I went to my toy cabinet and grabbed
out a good-sized anal plug and a firm strap. That `Fuck you' comment
still needed to be addressed.
Mulder whimpered behind the dildo gag when he saw the strap. Untying
him and flipping him over took seconds and once I had him ass up, I
sat beside him and explained to him what I was going to do.
"Fox, it's time you learned to treat me with respect. No more
ditching. No more swearing." My voice was gentle but firm, just as
my line-mother Samantha had taught me. Running my hands over his
tight pink ass I had to shake my head at the thought. What was it
about my partner that made women want to bend him over and spank his
fanny?
"There are seven letters in `Fuck You'. So I'm going to give you one
stroke for each letter." His eyes were wide with shock and he tried
to shake his head. His butt was probably still stinging from its
earlier lessons. "And if you're still hard when I'm done, I'll slide
this lovely butt plug up your ass and then suck you off."
He immediately shut his eyes, but not before I saw the glimmer of
anticipation in them. This should be delightful.
The Star Cruiser
Galactic Date 3724.56.15:
I looked over my notes from this morning and sighed with pleasure at
the sight of two lovely naked men exhausted and asleep on my bed.
But much as I would like to keep playing right here with my boys, the
permanent disappearance of three FBI agents in addition to an elderly
professor of history from Old Miss would bring far too much attention
to my part of the world.
There is an upside to being an exobiologist, however. We have fairly
sophisticated ways of tagging our subjects, a small chip embedded in
the cerebellum yielded very satisfactory results. Best do it now and
then the memory wipe. I could transport them up to the old
plantation house and we'd all wake up together. Everyone would be
very puzzled as to how and why we got there, but disinclined to
pursuit it. And with this chip, I could reactivate the male pleasure
endorphins and memory cells at any time. All I had to do was press
hard on the back of the little gold cross I always wore and give a
verbal recognition command.
The Hoover Building
A.D. Walter Skinner's Office
Two weeks later
Late afternoon
"Is this your complete report, Agent Mulder?" Skinner was glaring
across his desk, daring my partner to expound on his latest theory.
"Further inquiries by the Mississippi office have revealed no trace
of Dr. Wilkinson, in spite of extensive ground and air searches. At
this point, the possibility of alien abduction cannot be ruled out,
particularly since the three of us all experienced a significant
block of missing time during our investigation. We were returned with
amnesia. They kept her."
Damn it. Mulder never could leave well enough alone.
Skinner glared through his wirerims. "I see six other X-Files with
more potential than the disappearance of a somewhat reclusive history
professor. You have no evidence of foul play or any proof to suggest
a crime has been committed here. This case is closed, Agent
Mulder." He scrawled his signature on the report and slapped the
manila folder shut.
Excellent decision, Walter I thought as I got up. In fact, I'd say
you both deserve a reward. I got up before Mulder and walked quickly
to the door. A quick click and it was locked.
As I turned back, Mulder and Skinner were both on their feet staring
at me.
"Agent Scully? Is there something else?"
I just smiled as I began to finger the back of my cross and
said, "Pascagoula"
The End
Author's Comments:
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counterpart of the old Wilkinson Plantation, called Windsor located
near Alcorn University in southern Mississippi. Twenty-three
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antebellum mansion ever built in Mississippi. From the elaborate
furnishings, to the wrought iron staircase, the four story home was
designed to reflect the height of Southern life at the time. It was
built for only $140,000 (not a small sum at the time). Tanks in the
attic supplied water for the interior baths. The mansion contained
twenty-five rooms with twenty-five fireplaces, with a basement
containing a school room, dairy, and supply rooms. Windsor survived
the Civil War, due mainly to the ingenuity of its mistress, but was
destroyed by fire in 1890. The thirty feet high Corinthian columns
of Windsor remain as a reminder of a grand existence. It's a
fabulous, beautiful, haunting place and you can find out more about
it clicking on the following web site
http://www.southpoint.com/states/ms/windsor.htm