The Truth About Blow Jobs Chapter One -- Prologue: Captured by a Sex Fiend Author: Seeker One E-mail: clueseek@swbell.net Rating: NC-17 right from the get go Category: Smutty sex, threesome, bondage, discipline and that's just the intro. Summary: The Untold Story of Mulder's Abduction Comments: Thanks as always to Leelee, beta extraordinary, and the only other writer as twisted as I am Feedback: Always welcome with a glass of ice tea. Field Notes Galactic Date 3724.56.11: I stretched luxuriously and looked at the two men sleeping on either side of me in my personal pod. If there is one compensation to being a long-term exobiologist on this planet, it is waking up like this. Nothing is finer in the six known galaxies. I feel the man on my right trying to snuggle in closer to me. I move my arm slightly and pull Fox Mulder closer to my breast. A little sigh and he slides back into sleep with his mouth on my nipple. Soft brown hair as fine as Myarian silk brushes my chin. My hand slides down his elegant backside and he whimpers slightly as I brush past the butt plug still in his ass. Well yes, his bottom was still red and warm. We'd had to have a little discussion about the proper use for that smart mouth but say what you will, Mulder does learn with the proper instruction. I gently kiss his forehead and glance over at the man on my left. The male in question is certainly awake and glaring at me with a look that would freeze a snow beast. Or, at least as well as he can glare with that ball gag in his mouth. If I ever turn in my resignation and decide to go native, it will be because of a fine stud muffin like Walter Skinner. As if in response to my perusal, he tries to jerk free from the cuffs I've used to fasten his arms and legs to the bed. Sorry darling, they may not look like much, but those thin little chains are made from porminium like my star cruiser. You're here until I decide to let you go. I glance past that grim look and on down his torso. Well my, my Mr. Skinner, you are happy to see me this morning. Fox grumbles a little as I slide my arm out from under him and roll over on top of Walter. He tries to twist away, but there's very little play in the restraints. I tend to be careful about that ever since that unfortunate episode with General Grant. I smile to myself as he jerks again as I start licking his nipples. Hmm, they're very sensitive for the hard ass ex-Marine By God Assistant Director of the FBI. I can feel him groan as I nip and tug on them. Oh yeah, Walter, you like this, don't you? You like this a lot. I continue to lick and kiss as I work my way down that flat stomach. Ah there we are, and standing very nicely at full attention too. I study that very large, erect cock as I slide my hand around it. Very fine. I offer a silent prayer of gratitude to my foremothers who first discovered this planet when these humans were barely learning to walk upright. Being naturally curious scientists, they did some genetic manipulation with a little fragment of male DNA. And the result is that human males often become very docile and well behaved when our salvia is absorbed through the tissue in their genital area. Well, not exactly docile, but I'm sure you get the picture. I understand that there is a similar reaction with human females, but the effects are not quite as dramatic. I lick the mushroom shaped head and then blow gently across it. Given his dominant alpha male personality, it may take several applications with Skinner. Ah the things we must do in the interest of science. I begin licking and sucking in earnest, kissing the sensitive underside and teasing him with my tongue. It doesn't seem possible for him to get harder but he does, even as he still tries to pull away from me. Well, there's one sure way to stop that. I pause a moment and wet my finger with salvia and his pre-come. Then I suck his cock back in my mouth and try to swallow him whole. When he tries to twist away again, I brush my finger past his balls and right up to his tight puckered little hole. He doesn't notice and then as I carefully push in, he freezes. Yep, works every time. I slide my finger in and out in time with the slightly corkscrewing sucking motion. His heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in his cock. What the hell was that? Well, that will teach me to bend over with an unrestrained, untrained human male around. Mulder has decided that he's hungry and I'm breakfast. So he has crawled between my legs and began a little licking and nibbling himself. Not that I'm complaining too much. Since our discipline lesson last night, the boy has learned to use his mouth quite nicely. Oh yes, right there sweetheart. There. Just like that. Oh, yes. Now. Now. Suddenly, I'm screaming my release at the pleasure he's giving me. The sound echoes in the quiet cabin. As my breathing returns to normal, I thank the Goddess for multiple orgasms. I feel Walter's cock tighten up beneath my hand. Silly boy thought he could get away with something while I was distracted. I can tell he's right on the edge, so I grab his engorged penis and press hard at the base. Hmm, you can hear moans through a ball gag. I straighten up and shake Mulder loose. He's sitting back on his heels looking a little puzzled. Well, that won't do. I really don't want him thinking too much right now, especially about how he got here. I spread my legs over Walter and slide his cock gently home. Goddess this man is fine I think as I feel my muscles stretch out to accommodate him. As I allow my body to relax and adjust, I pull a bewildered Fox close to me. A slow lazy kiss, and I taste my juices on his lips and tongue. I push him down to his knees beside Walter. A little tricky but not more so than repairing the star drive. I bend down slightly capturing his lovely cock in my mouth. Maybe not as big as Walter's, but long and elegant. After all, he's due for another salvia treatment soon anyway. I begin tightening my pussy muscles and stroking Walter internally as I lick and suck on Fox. He holds my head for support as I begin sliding up and down on Walter. His groans and whimpers make up for Skinner's enforced silence. He's close. One last hard tugging suck and he's thrusting hard in my mouth and comes like a nova. I tighten like a vice on Skinner as I push down hard and feel him frantically jerk in response. He pushes up rubbing my clit and hitting the G spot. I scream out my release again as I feel him shoot inside me. All of us collapse in a sweaty tangle and I slowly rub my hands over two trembling shaky males. I gather both of them close to me again and think about how it all began. End of Prologue A few comments about this story. First of all, although it develops later into a NC-17 orgy featuring a threesome (Skinner, Mulder and an Alien), this chapter details how the whole thing all started. So this part and Chapter 3, I blush to admit it folks, are squeaky clean. Nope, no sex, no kissing, not even a dirty thought. (Oh dear, the lady in the back has fainted.) Furthermore, it's told from Mulder's POV. No, Seeker One hasn't been abducted by aliens and a PG MSR writer substituted. Don't worry, Chapter 4 will get back to the down and dirty and Walter is waiting in the wings too . In the meantime, enjoy the history and the attempt at redeeming social value. Feedback is always welcome. Seeker ----------------------------------------- The Truth About Blow Jobs How It All Began Author: Seeker One E-mail: clueseek@swbell.net Rating: This chapter is very clean, but the entire series is certainly NC-17. Category: Smutty sex, threesome, bondage, discipline, all that happy stuff. Summary: The Untold Story of Mulder's Abduction. Archive: Absolutely. Just let me know where. Comments: Thanks as always to Leelee beta extraordinary, and the only other writer as twisted and kinky as I am. Feedback: Always welcome with a glass of ice tea. The Basement Office of the X-files Thursday Afternoon "Scully, relax, would you? I'm going to be fine." Scully lifted one skeptical eyebrow and stared at me like I was getting ready to do something stupid. I could tell she was beginning to have doubts about being away from the office next week. I hadn't lost a cell phone, been kidnapped or wound up in the hospital in over two months. The raised eyebrow was a dead give away that she thought it was too good to last. "Look, you've planned to visit Bill and his family next week. Go ahead and take tomorrow off too. We've got nothing pending in the X-files. I promise I'll stay out of trouble." Scully's response was a very unladylike snort. "Hey, all I'm going to do is some research on an old dairy entry from this journal." I waved the book under her nose. Scully reached across my desk and picked it up to read the title, Collected Letters and Diaries of Marybelle Carr Wilkerson: A Personal View of the War of Northern Aggression. "Now I think you're the one who needs a vacation, Mulder. What could you possibly find in here?" she asked. I grinned at my partner's usual 'prove it to me' tone as I propped my legs up on the corner of the desk. "Scully, she reports some kind of stone monolith deep in the Mississippi woods. Strange lights. People dying who were near it. It could be a translator fragment like they found in Africa." "Oh God, Mulder, that was 150 years ago and in the middle of a war..." she immediately started. "Look, all I'm going to do is talk with the author, a Dr. Shurleen Wilkerson, from the University of Mississippi. She's in town for a meeting of the Southern Historical Society. What trouble can I get into with a bunch of little old blue haired tabbies in orthopedic shoes?" ----------------- The 82nd Annual Meeting of the Southern History Society Four Seasons Hotel Washington, D.C. The cocktail reception was in full swing, if you can say that about a historical society meeting where the average age was probably sixty-five. I had asked at the door about Dr. Wilkerson and sure enough, she was described as a petite little white haired lady about 5'2". As if that didn't fit the description of half the people in the ballroom. I heard an outburst of hearty laughter from one little white haired lady and several men. Might as well start somewhere I thought as I decided to try that group first. "Excuse me, uh Dr. Wilkerson? Bingo I thought, reading her badge as I saw a pair of bright blue eyes glancing up at me. "I'm Shurl Wilkerson, Mr. er?" I pulled out my ID and explained, "Special Agent Fox Mulder, with the FBI. I need to ask you a few questions. Is there somewhere we can talk?" Now the average innocent citizen when confront by law enforcement and the classic phrase of "asking you a few questions," will hesitate, become flustered and embarrassed, or start asking you questions. Shurl Wilkerson smiled at me and said lightly, "Well if it's about my family's smuggling habits, I can promise you we gave that all up after the War Between the States." OK, a spunky little old lady. "No ma'am. It's about something in your latest book." She cocked her head at me and seemed to debate for a moment. "Well, Mr. Mulder for the past two days I have had an excess of white wine and bland convention food. If I'm to be interrogated about my family history, I want a glass of good bourbon, something fried and some decent iced tea. The only thing fresh and green on the table better be the tablecloth." "I think I know just the place," I confirmed. She nodded in agreement and we began to work our way towards the door. She was so small it seemed natural to place my hand in the small of her back just like I do with Scully. Aunt Sally's Dinner K Street Washington, DC Miss Shurl, as she insisted I call her, was delighted with my choice of restaurants. It probably helped that the waitress called us both "honey", but the fried chicken would have earned an immediate Scully condemnation for cholesterol value, much less the fat calories from thick gravy that almost covered the mashed potatoes. "Well, Special Agent Fox Mulder, you have completed my prerequisites, including a much needed Jack Daniels on the rocks. Now what did you want to ask me about?" Shurl said as she finished her third glass of ice tea. "Just Mulder, please ma'am. It's about a passage in Marybelle Carr Wilkerson's diary. I've marked the place." I said as I handed her the book. She put on half frame reading glass and carefully reviewed the paragraphs about the stone pillar with the strange cravings. A slight frown creased her brows. "I'm afraid I don't understand." "Do you know any thing more about this monument? Where it might be located?" "From what I remember, my Great Granddaddy said something about it being down in the swamps near a spring on the old home place," she replied. "Did you ever see it yourself? Could you take me there?" I reassessed that as I looked at her fragile appearance again. "Or perhaps someone in your family?" "Why on earth do you want to try and find that thing? If it's of interest to anyone, maybe an anthropologist, but. . ." "Marybelle Wilkerson describes some sort of light around the stone and people dying from being near it," I repeated. Shurl took off her glasses and stared at me. "Where are you from, Mulder?" I was bewildered by the question and it showed. "Not from the South are you?" I shook my head. "Mulder, let me explain," she said softly. "Southerners were, and to some extend still are, a society that loved tall stories, laughter and a good joke. I remember when I was a little girl sitting, rocking on the front porch at night, listening to the men spin yarns. It's a part of our cultural identity, who we are, just like saying y'all or ma'am." She could see I was still lost. "What I'm trying to say is, we don't let the truth of something stand in the way of a good story. What is probably a piece of rock with maybe some petroglyphs on it, became the stone tower with lights coming from it. In 1855, it was most likely it was just some poor Yankee deserter's campfire and people died from yellow fever, malnutrition or malaria from the mosquitoes in the swamp. It just makes a better story, so it sort of grew with the telling." God, she was starting to sound like Scully the Ever Skeptical. "I still need to see it," I repeated. "All right," she sighed in agreement. "It's Thursday. I'm flying home tomorrow. If you still want to try and find it, let me know your flight number. I can meet you at the Jackson airport and we'll go down the Natchez trace to the old home place." I gave her a smile as the waitress refilled her ice tea again. Now all I had to do was to convince Skinner to sign the 302. Assistant Director Skinner's Office Hoover Building Friday Morning "You want me to approve WHAT?" I caught the glare from the wire rim glasses and knew I had to move quickly to avoid the inevitable lecture about proper use of taxpayers' money. "Sir, from the description, there are significant similarities between this artifact and the one in Africa. Only this time, no one else seems to be on the trail ahead of us." Skinner pushed his glasses up to rub between his eyebrows. "And your only evidence is a reprint of some unknown woman's diary from the Civil War?" "War Between the States." I'd gotten a thorough lecture on that topic from Shurl the night before. She had said, 'It was dark and bloody time, Mulder. Tore families apart and brother killed brother. Nothing "civil" about it.' From his glare, Skinner didn't appreciate the distinction or the correction. "There are no other accounts of it that I can find anywhere, sir. No evidence on any geological survey, state or county map. But Dr. Wilkerson does remember hearing about it as a child." "And that was what, sixty plus years ago?" Damn it, he was a skeptical as everybody else. "Sir, if there is any chance that this is another artifact, we have to investigate." "So you just want to head off in the field, without back up, with a civilian, a little old female history professor no less, on a chance entry in a 150 year old diary?" Well that's pretty much it, so I just nodded. I'd have my cell phone and weapon. It wasn't like I was infiltrating a secure military area. How much trouble could I get in to? End of Part 2 The Truth About Blow Jobs Part 3: The Trap Closes Author: Seeker One E-mail: clueseek@swbell.net Rating: NC-17 right from the get go, but this chapter your mother could read. Category: Smutty sex, threesome, bondage, discipline, all that happy stuff. Summary: The Untold Story of Mulder's Abduction. Archive: Absolutely Comments: Thanks as always to Leelee, beta extraordinary, and the only other writer as twisted and kinky as I am. Feedback: Always welcome with a glass of ice tea. Jackson International Airport Jackson, Mississippi Miss Shurl met me at baggage claim. I was struck again by how petite and fragile she looked. And of even more concern, she was leaning on some kind of aluminum cane. How was I ever going to head out in to a backwoods Southern pine forest with a little old lady? If she got hurt, I'd never forgive myself. "Miss Shurl, what happened? Are you alright?" I asked in concern. "I'm fine, Mulder," was the crisp response. It sounded like Scully in one of her 'don't go there' moods. We strolled out to the parking lot and sure enough, she stopped by an old pick- up truck, one of at least thirty or forty in the parking lot. No doubts about where we were. A speckled hound in the back started barking at us. "Hush up, George." The yolt-yolt racket immediately stopped. "He's generally worthless, but he will run snakes off." After my experience with the snake handling religious fundamentalists, I didn't even want to go there. No question about who was driving, either. Thank goodness for adjustable seats otherwise I'd have my knees in my nose until we got there. As we got in, Miss Shurl looked me over and asked, "You bring any other clothes?" I glanced down at my chinos and loafers. "Well, I did bring a suit," I began. She sighed and said, "Never mind. Before I introduce you to Mississippi kudzu and squirrel briars, we'll stop at that Wal-Mart just as we get on the Natchez Trace." Old Home Place Southwestern Mississippi The new jeans, long sleeve shirt and rubber boots were stiff, but deemed necessary. Otherwise as Miss Shurl said, "the stickers would eat you alive." Actually I didn't think I'd tell her about the man-eating fungus Scully and I found in North Carolina. The road was a narrow two lane with thick pinewoods and water oaks on either side. George was sitting in the back of the truck with his nose in the breeze and his ears flying, obviously a very happy camper. Miss Shurl turned off on what looked like a dirt track and handed me a key to unlock a rusted gate. We drove on several miles before we came to one of the eeriest places I have seen, the ruins of the old Wilkerson plantation. All that was left of the house was twenty-four Corinthian columns about three stories high, forming an open square. Here and there, a twisted piece of wrought iron connected the tops of the posts. At some point, the house had burned and the scorch marks were still visible on some of the mortar. It reminded me of some of the classic Greek ruins outside Athens, haunted, quiet, tragic and timeless. Miss Shurl seemed a little stiff as she got out of the truck. I knew better than to offer her any help, but still wondered how she was going to manage a hike in the woods. In the sunlight, her hair had taken on a soft pale red-gold look that I hadn't noticed in Washington. But one thing I had learned about working with Scully over the years was not to comment on changes in a woman's hair color. George immediately hopped out and went to do doggie things. "It's still quite a place," she said with obvious pride. "But don't you go getting some romantic notion about Yankees burning the place. Might make a good story, but the truth is some damn fool cousin was smoking his pipe in bed. Caught the curtains on fire. Whole place went up. Broke my Great Granddaddy's heart. He never could stand to come back here. Marybelle died in the fire but later they found some of her diaries in an old trunk. Otherwise, we wouldn't be chasing around down here looking for mystery rocks. You might as well get that machete and the little backpack out of the back of the truck." It was obvious about who was going to be clearing the path. We walked slowly around the place and towards an over grown footpath. "The spring's down near the river, about three or four miles," she observed. I jumped as George flushed a covey of quail that took off right in front of us. Miss Shurl noticed and grinned at the city boy as we started our hike. The Spring It probably took us two hours to get down to the spring. In spite of everything, if I hadn't been told it was a spring, I would have thought it was just another shallow pool of dirty water. George found it perfectly acceptable to drink and then roll in the mud though. The thought of riding back with a wet muddy dog made me glad that Miss Shurl had a pick-up. There was a compass in the backpack along with water bottles. As Miss Shurl sipped and dabbed perspiration off her forehead, I tried to get a reading to coordinate with the map. I had to stifle a gasp as I looked at it again. The needle was swinging widely back and forth, and the damn thing was beginning to get hot in my hand. There was definitely something here that was out of the ordinary. George cocked his head like he heard something and started to howl like he was in pain. "Miss Shurl, why don't you wait here?" I asked. "I'll leave you my cell phone but I'll just explore a little deeper in down the trail." The last thing I wanted to worry about was her falling or getting hurt out here out here. I work better alone as Scully and everyone else knows all too well. To my relief, she nodded wearily, as she sat down on an old stump and said, "I do need to rest just for a few minutes. I'm feeling a little peaked." "I'll be back before long," I said confidently as I started off in the direction the compass had pointed. The Rock I hadn't gotten to far into the briars when I noticed how silent it was. No birds, no leaves rustling, not even the sound of running water anymore. I kept following the wildly swinging compass deeper in to the brush when I finally broke through into a small clearing. And there it was it. The damn rock wasn't that big, maybe as tall as I am, but sonofabitch it was glowing in the late afternoon light and I swear I heard humming. I walked slowly towards it when I heard something behind me. I spun around and oh shit, no. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I'd watched Mulder ever since he entered the clearing. I might have known once he read that passage in my diary, nothing would stop him. Most of my ship was hidden underground, but the marker beacon was clear. He heard me moving behind him of course. Mulder may not be a graduate of jungle survival training but he's not totally inept either. I pointed the neural destabilizer at him as he turned to face me. It does make a handy walking cane. He gaped for a moment and tried to say something. "Really Mulder, all this time you've been looking for little green men and you should have been checking out little old gray haired ladies instead." When he tried to turn and run, I shot him. The end of chapter three. The Truth About Blow Jobs Part 4 Smut Interlude Author: Seeker One E-mail: clueseek@swbell.net Rating: NC-17 back again Category: Smutty sex, toys, bondage, discipline, all that happy stuff. Summary: The Untold Story of Mulder's Abduction. Comments: Thanks as always to Leelee, beta extraordinary and the Cat, the only other writers as twisted and kinky as I am. Feedback: Always welcome with a glass of ice tea. Field Notes Galactic Date 3724.56.07: I looked at the crumpled figure on the ground for a moment before picking him up and throwing him over my shoulder in the classic human fireman's carry. Physically, the females of my race are incredibly strong, although I only come up to Mulder's chin in my best Ferragamo heels. The new jeans he just bought were slightly tight and I ran my hand over his fine firm ass. He does have one of the two finest butts in the entire FBI. As I walked towards my space ship, George the hound, trotted at my heels. He is a smelly nuisance but he'd let me know if any stranger was within half of mile. George is actually a Siverian dogget and can be shape shifted in to a variety of small mammal forms. I even tried keeping him with me once as one of those little yappy lap dogs, but quickly decided that we were both better off with him guarding the ship here. I pretended to lose him when I was out of town and send him home instead. The ship's entrance portal slid open and I carried my trophy into the large sleeping pod. The on-board computer greeted me with deep sexy synthesized male voice, "Welcome back, mistress," indicating that the environmental controls would keep the room comfortable for us and that all security systems were green. I knew the neural destabilizer wouldn't keep Mulder incapacitated for long, so I quickly flipped him off my shoulder and onto his stomach on my large bed. Slowly, I ran my hand down his back and over his butt. Very nice. I had watched this boy for a long time and wanted him for even longer. Now was it was play time. He groaned and tried to wiggle away from me, while I stripped off his sweaty t- shirt. I hurriedly snapped the thick padded wrist cuffs around his wrists and fastened them behind his back. This boy was mine as long as I wanted him. Ah, wonders of space technology. I rolled him over on his back to finish unwrapping my present. The boots, and jeans soon followed the t-shirt to the deck and then what a nice surprise. Dark blue silk boxers, just beginning to tent up, too. I grabbed those long runner's legs and tugged him to the middle of the bed. When I looked up, I could see his puzzled hazel eyes trying to focus on my face. 'Not just yet, sweetheart, let's save my big surprise for later', I decided. Grabbing the dark sleeping mask, I slipped it around his head. A little sensory deprivation was useful right then. And just like a frightened animal, Mulder calmed down immediately once the blindfold was in place. With a sigh of relief, I stripped off the little old lady clothes and rubbed my face to release the skin from the stiff dermal mask I'd been using off and on for several years. Yeah, now I'm back to looking like my real self and Special Agent Fox Mulder was in for a huge shock. I'd decided it was time for the reclusive visiting history professor at Old Miss to disappear permanently, maybe lost in the Gulf while out fishing? The body won't be found of course. But the Episcopalians do such a nice memorial service. Gentleman, Dr. Shurl Wilikerson has left the planet! Waiting for me on my bed was a fabulous sight, a nearly naked, helpless Mulder. I began kissing his neck as my hands slid down his chest. His nipples got as hard as little green Saurian berries when I started to play with them. He tried to jerk away from a gentle tug and squeeze. Oh my, sensitive are we? Note to Mulder's physiology data files: as part of my on-going field observations, I wanted to see the response to one little nip. It was an interesting sound, somewhere between a moan and a yelp. I continued down his flat stomach to the silk boxers. Very charming, but unfortunately in the way. A quick rip and that impediment was gone. One thing about cuffing a human male's hands behind him is that it pushes his cock up to just where you want it. And, Mulder has such an elegant cock; long, thin, just a little too big for my hand to reach entirely around. It was erect and starting to leak a little pre-come even as I started to stroke it. I opened my mouth and let the first drop of our infamous salvia hit the head. He tried to jerk away, when I licked it like a very stylish ice cream cone. I held him tight at the base as I nibbled on that sensitive spot on the underside. He attempted to pull away again and I decided it was time to let him know that I'm going to take good care of him. So I slipped the head inside my mouth and started going for the full length down the back of my throat. Oh yeah, nice and slow. Followed it up with a little thumb pressure. Note to Mulder's physiology data file: those lovely balls are ticklish. Hmm. They were tightening up an awful lot, but I wanted to play a little longer. I swallowed him again and hummed just a little. Vibration is a wonderful thing. I don't know a Yankee like Mulder would enjoy "Dixie" quite as much. I pulled back for a moment and blew on him very gently. Cool breath on hot sensitive flesh. Ah, yes, that interesting shriek again. Well, that should be enough salvia for a first treatment. I don't want him too passive after all. I held him carefully as I positioned my aching pussy over his hard wet cock. "wha . . .uh. . " is the only comment Mulder seemed capable of as I slide home. So help me, when a human male gets aroused, his IQ slips to room temperature. Next time, we'll try another position, but for right then the sensation was wonderful as I straddle him. I started slowly posting up and down, feeling every inch of his cock as I tightened up. Suddenly he started thrusting back and the friction was incredible. I reached down and pulled him into a sitting position. I wrapped my arms around his back and held him steady. Almost by instinct he began to lick and suck on my nipples. God, his tongue felt divine. Soft and hot and wet. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close against me. I started pounding my hips up and down and he immediately picked up the rhythm I like. Close, Goddess, I was close. With another hard bounce, he nailed my clit and suddenly I was screaming in response. I felt my pussy tighten up on him like a vise as the spasms started. He lunged again desperate for release. One final frantic thrust and he shuddered as he exploded into orgasm. I held his trembling sweaty body tight to me. The aftershocks continued to shake us both. I gently laid him back down on the bed and ran my hands over his heaving chest. He was still panting like he does after his morning run. I leaned forward and gently lick his neck. Hmm. Salty with sweat. My Momma always said, "Southern ladies like us, never sweat, they glow." But after that little session, I was glowing like my star drive after a flight through the Swan Nebula. Vaguely through my daze, I heard the incoming tone from the com panel. I groaned as I pull off his limp cock and staggered over to where I'd dropped Mulder's cell phone. My thighs and pussy were soaking wet. I placed the phone in the cradle to accesses the caller and Mulder's voice mail. I didn't really hear the message the first time, but second time there was no doubt, particularly about that dominant male voice leaving instructions. My lovely post coital lethargy was gone in a flash. I could not fucking believe it! Mulder was still lying on the bed, now stretching out like a boneless cat. The blindfold and cuffs had been useful so far, but now what I really wanted was a piece of his ass. "Mulder, what the hell have you done?" I demanded. Well, as I expected, the answer was as intelligent as human males usually are after an intense orgasm. He mumbled something like "Wha....?" I saw red (literally, my species has a third eyelid that drops down over our eyes in times of intense emotion) as I rolled him over onto his stomach. Looking down at that lovely butt, I thought of all the times he'd left without saying a word and now, in the simplest possible circumstances, he did THIS. My line mother, Samantha had always carefully instructed me and my sisters not to spank in anger. Discipline should be loving. Well, she didn't deal with Mulder every day like I did. I grabbed a small leather paddle from my toy compartment and landed a hard SMACK on that elegant firm swimmer's ass. "Ouch. What the hell?" he yelled, suddenly awake and alert. SMACK. SMACK. "You sonofabitch. How many times have you ditched Scully?" I demanded as I peppered his butt with hard stinging strokes. "Scully? I don't know. Oww. That's hurts," he yelped. It damn well better, I thought. His bottom was turning bright red and he twisted and squirmed to get away from me. But I anchored him down, pressing my hand in the small of his back for a change. SMACK. "You'll leave Scully alone in the desert to go chase aliens, but you file a 302 AND call Skinner for back up when you're investigating a 67 year old history professor!" SMACK. I ranted as I continued to swat his fiery hot cheeks. He began to whimper softly. "Because that's who was calling you. A.D. Walter Skinner. He's on his way here." My hand was starting to tire as my frustration slowly burned itself out. I felt the heat radiate from his well disciplined ass. "Thanks to you, I'll have to handle him, too." Well, honestly it wasn't that much of a hardship. Walter Skinner is one of the finest boy toys I've seen since Jeb Stuart and his cavalry. But I've always kept my hands off, because I know that one session with that ex-marine would never be enough. Mulder started to say something and I smacked his ass again. "Hush, boy," I said as I paused for a moment to think and plan. I'd need to keep him under wraps, while I found his boss. I reached back in the toy compartment and grabbed a small lubricated butt plug. He moaned as I pushed his hot butt cheeks apart and gently inserted it. He resisted until I landed a few more strokes with my bare hand. Then suddenly with a whimper, he opened up and I pushed it all the way in. "But I didn't do anything," he whined. He really was being a good boy, all things considered. I took a moment and massaged his shoulders. His skin is soft and I couldn't resist kissing the back of his neck. "It's alright darling. It's all over. I'm going to take good care of you, my pet," I promised. I rolled him over again on his back and he hissed as his throbbing butt hit the sheets. I put my finger to mouth. "Shh. That should keep you occupied until I get back. But, you push it out and I spank you so hard you won't sit for a week." It was an empty threat, but he didn't know that. Mulder nodded obediently, chewing on his lower lip. Then I noticed. Shit. The binder had come loose on the blindfold. I made a grab for it, but it was too late. It fell open, and slide down his face. Mulder stared at me in complete surprise, his hazel eyes dilating in shock. "Oh, my god. Scully??" --- The End Stay tuned for Part 5 - Walter Skinner to the Rescue or Who Will Save the Savior? The Truth About Blow Jobs Part 5: Skinner to the Rescue - Sort of Author: Seeker One & Leelee 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. Archive: Just ask! Summary: The True and Untold Story of Mulder's Abduction. Forget CC's version, cause I'm telling you this is what really happened. 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. 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 merit 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 The Truth About Blow Jobs Part 6: Pascagoula Author: Seeker One & Leelee E-mail: clueseek@swbell.net Viceyy@aol.com Rating: NC-17 and downhill from there. Category: Smutty sex, threesome, bondage, discipline, all that happy stuff. Mulder – Scully – Skinner and an alien spaceship. Archive: Just ask! Summary: The True and Untold Story of Mulder's Abduction. Forget CC's version, cause I'm telling you this is what really happened. 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: The only thing "real" about this little smut biscuit is the real life counterpart of the old Wilkinson Plantation, called Windsor located near Alcorn University in southern Mississippi. Twenty- three monolithic columns are all that remain of the largest and finest 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