The Truth About Blow Jobs
Chapter Five -- Skinner to the Rescue - Sort of
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 a howling hound dog.
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 only other
writer as twisted and kinky as I am. She pulled me out of a writing
funk and helped me get this moving towards the finish line.
Feedback: Always welcome with a glass of ice tea.
I-20 West of Jackson, Mississippi
"Skinner," I snarled as I picked up my chirping cell phone and
maneuvered the Mississippi Bureau car around a big Buick full of
retirees obviously heading to the casinos in Vicksburg. If this was
Mulder telling me that he'd just forgotten to charge his phone again,
I was going to personally whip his butt.
"Sir, it's me. Uh, Agent Scully," came a voice that always raises
other parts of my body besides my blood pressure.
Careful, Walter. Just because she can't see you is no reason to wear
that shit-eating grin. "Agent Scully, I thought you were on
vacation?"
"I was, sir, but I got this odd call from Agent Mulder. All he said
was 'I found it and it's here.' Then I lost cellular service and
haven't been able to raise him. I assume he was talking about the
object mentioned in the passage from the diary."
You could raise me anytime sweetheart, I thought. "Where are you
now, Scully?"
"I've been in New Orleans with my brother and his family. He's TDY at
the naval base here. I've borrowed his truck and I'm heading north
up the Natchez Trace. I'm about an hour from the old Wilkerson
place. I thought I would begin there."
"Agent Mulder was supposed to have waited for me before heading out
with Dr. Wilkerson and checked in with the Jackson office. Obviously
he did neither. {And he will regret it when I catch up with his
ass.} I have the general location of the Wilkerson plantation. I'll
met you there."
I grinned again as I took the exit for the Natchez Trace. A few days
in the field with Agent Scully ... oh yeah.
The Star Cruiser
Field Notes Galactic Date 3724.56.09
Mulder was staring at me in wide-eyed shock as I disconnected from
the com panel. "You can't be..." he whispered.
I strolled back over the bed and sat down beside him. I ran my hands
up his smooth chest. "Of course I can be. Working as Spooky
Mulder's partner is a perfect way to observe humanity as they try to
determine their place in the universe."
The black sleeping mask was dangling around his neck and I leaned
forward to unfasten it. My nipple just brushed his lips and he
opened his mouth slightly to resume expounding his silly theory.
Instead I gently held his head and rubbed my breast across his face.
He changed his mind and began softly licking and kissing it. He
really is a sweet boy.
I sighed and pulled back slightly. I had a little while before I had
to meet Skinner. After all, Mulder would need to be kept quiet and
content in the meantime.
"Shh.. just lie back now and relax. I'll always look after you.
You're my partner." I began as I started kissing his neck. I felt
something brush my arm. Glancing down at him I smiled. Well, well,
that didn't take long.
Mulder twisted in embarrassment and tried to pull away. But I bent
down and blew across the sensitive cock head. Smiling up at him, I
tucked that damn stray lock of red hair back behind my ear. All the
boy needed was a firm hand, or in this case a firm hand and a wet
mouth. I slide the first around his very erect penis and prepared to
give him the second.
The Old Wilkerson Place
Southwest Mississippi
I parked the bureau car in the clearing beside a pick up truck that I
assumed belonged to Scully's brother. The place was quite a sight
with ruined burned columns and overgrown azaleas everywhere. I heard
a dog barking somewhere in the woods.
As I got out of the car, I paused and carefully checked my sidearm.
Safety on, one in the chamber and a full clip. I was as prepared as
I could be. Now where was Scully and more important where the hell
was Mulder?
"Sir. Over here."
"Agent Scully?" I called.
"Over here," came back the response.
Alright, Walter you're now on duty. So just tuck those fantasies
about the redhead away. Focus on the case. This is business.
I was glad I'd dug out some of my old marine fatigues and jump boots
as I walked around the corner of the ruin to where she was. The
briars were incredible and I wasn't looking forward to a hike through
the Mississippi swamp.
Scully was kneeling by what looked like an old path. The late
afternoon sunlight was creating a halo in her red gold hair. She
stood up abruptly and I tried not to gulp. Tight jeans and a t-
shirt. She's on vacation Walter, what did you expect?
"I think I found a foot path, sir"
Scully was gesturing at a slightly trampled on section of thigh high
weeds. I was about to comment on the fact that the dog I had heard
baying it's head off could have made the pathetic excuse for a trail,
when she turned, giving me a delicious view of denim wrapped Scully
ass, and started off into the brush.
It was clear after a few yards that the footpath had been recently
used. We found two sets of footprints, probably a man and a woman,
and markings that could only be from some sort of walking stick.
By the time we came across a clearing that surrounded an old mud
hole, I was wringing wet with sweat. I'm not sure which was worse,
the humidity, the searing late afternoon sun, or the briars that
tugged at my clothing. But I wasn't the only one suffering. Scully
looked like a steamed shrimp, too. Just on her it was more appealing.
Especially the way her jeans clung tighter and tighter.
I had to look away when she bent over to wet her hands in the murky
water. Her breasts were about to pop right out of that damn tee shirt
as she leaned out to pick up something.
Turning my back on her accomplished two things, took my mind of the
fact that I was stuck in the middle of nowhere with the fodder of
some of my favorite fantasies, and two, hid from her the fact that
watching her was having a profound physical effect on me. This Scully
fixation had gone on long enough, I thought as a hot electric feeling
suddenly coursed through my body and the world went black.
Field notes galactic date 3724.56.09
Skinner was heavier than Mulder. I had to roll my head on my shoulders
to ease the stiff ache from carrying him into the ship.
But the extra effort would be worth it I knew. Just standing and
admiring all that steely muscle encased in tight camouflage was worth
the trouble of now having to deal with two men.
And despite the drain it would be on my engines to perform two mind
wipes when I was done, I was determined to enjoy every second of it.
Positioning Skinner on his back, I stretched his marvelous body out.
The remains of the impressive hard-on he had been sporting when I
shot him was pressing tightly against his fly. Why Mr. Skinner did I
do that? He's had it bad for me for quite a while. What is so cute
is the way he tries to hide it from me. Well, no hiding today big
boy, your hard ass, and everything else, is mine!
I pulled off his boots and eased his pants down his thick muscular
legs. Shaking my head in amusement when the 'boxers or briefs'
question was finally answered. He did always seem like a whitey
tighty type guy.
Going to the cabinet I pulled out the strongest cuffs I have. Skinner
will be coming out of it soon and I was counting on him being a little
harder to control than Mulder had been. The rattling of the chains
while I attached them to the bed woke up my exhausted and docile
partner.
I heard him snuffling and coming awake, but was intent on getting
Skinner secured first. There was a shocked intake of breath from
beside me before Mulder started bellowing.
"Scully! Oh my God! It's Skinner! What are you doing to him?"
Sitting back on my heels I looked at Skinner lying stretched out on
the
bed and gave Mulder what I hoped was an incredulous 'duh' look.
"Check him out Mulder" I said while gesturing to Skinner's bulging
pecks that were tightly encased in his tee shirt and briefs covering
what promised to be an enormous cock. "What would you be doing if all
this was yours?"
I looked over at Mulder and saw him studying our boss almost as
intently as I had. Finally meeting my eyes, his face turned crimson
at my smirk.
"Sorry Foxy Loxy, not this time."
Mulder looked as angry as a man could look tied up with his limp penis
lying on his leg. "Fuck you, Scully."
I had to sigh at that. He just would never learn to control his smart
mouth. Later I would have to teach him the proper way to address me.
But right now I needed to focus on Skinner. He deserved no less than
my full attention and until I had given him his first blow job, he
could get hurt by fighting me.
I ignored the curses that Mulder was throwing at me and searched
though my toy cabinet for an appropriate Mulder-silencer.
My hand fell on a dildo gag that had been a gift from Melissa. She had
given it to me her last night on earth before she had been sent to
Dimerious 5. Poor thing had been so sad about it, especially
considering that the male Dimerions were the size of earth's pygmies
and had the plumbing to match. But it was fitting punishment for
being stupid enough to let herself get shot in the head like that.
And she had recently sent me an intergalactic vid-mail telling me
that she had found an interesting use for the natives' four
prehensile thumbs.
This is for you Missy, I thought as I pressed the short dildo into
Mulder's protesting mouth and strapped it around his head tight.
And a very fitting punishment for a man of questionable sexual
preferences I might add. I laughed at my joke while Mulder struggled
against the gag. Not wanting him to hurt himself, I nuzzled his neck
until he was straining his body to get closer to me and his eyes went
glassy. But the twitching and hardening of his pretty cock would have
to wait.
Turning back to my unconscious boss, I tied his hands and feet
securely to the bed, then straddled his wide chest. He felt so hard
and huge between my thighs and his earthy man smell made me rub my
pussy into his chest in excitement.
With one quick yank I split the snug tee shirt down the middle. Ahh
now this is fine. Hard as steel and covered with a fine coating of
hair. I could come just by licking this fine chest.
I stripped off my clothing and settled myself back onto his body just
as he started to come awake. No mask was needed this time. I intended
to have all the fun I could and then wipe his memory.
His eyes opened slowly and I arched my back and cupped my breasts in
my hands.
It took a second for him to find his voice. The look of absolute
shock on his face making me wetter and wetter.
"Scully?"
I leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Welcome to
heaven big boy."
End of Part 5