Miss Lucille's Lingerie Boutique
Chapter 4 Satisfaction Guaranteed
Rating: NC-17. No on second thought, 'bout NC-40+ should do it. Under
that, I doubt if you can handle it.
Disclaimers: Go to any of the 89,427 posted fan fics and copy theirs. The
characters ain't mine, 'cause if they were they'd have a lot more fun. Miss
Lucille hasn't opened her Lingerie Shop yet, but she is considering another
book and a web site deal. Mr. Duchovny's lawyers will be reviewing the
proposed contracts for her.
Key words: Sex, smut, southern treats and a little silver bell.
Spoilers: I ain't that kind of girl. . .
Author's Summary and Comments: With a few exceptions, the most exciting,
erotic sex scenes I've found have either been slash or "the first timers."
With all due respect to some of my favorite authors, I wrote this to prove
that 1) Het can be hot too and 2) While first time is fine, sometimes the
best fun occurs when you really know your partner. So come along and
discover how Scully gets revenge on Walter Skinner after he stands her up
for several dates. And, how he tries to make it all up to her. If you'd
like to know more go back and read Chapters 1 and 2 -- The First Time Buyer,
posted on SIS and Persuaders .
Feedback: Miss Lucille and her author would just love to hear from you.
Write and tell us what you think: clueseeker@hotmail.com
Part 1
Skinner paused a moment in the doorway to suite that Scully had reserved for
them. It was really a lovely room, filled with antiques and a big
four-poster rice bed, like ones you'd find in a charming Savannah or
Charleston bed and breakfast. Walter might have appreciated it a lot more,
except for a few small problems. His hands were cuffed behind his back, he
had a dildo up his ass, clamps on his nipples, a sponge ball in his mouth,
and most disconcerting of all, a small silver bell attached to the cock
harness surrounding his extremely erect penis. Other than that, how was the
play Mrs. Lincoln? He thought.
Dana Scully glanced back to determine why her weekend playmate wasn't
following on her heels as he should. Walter Skinner naked, in leather
restraints, wearing her favorite toys was about the hottest sight she'd ever
seen. "Walter," she called softly, "While I change, you stay here by the
fireplace. I'll be back in a moment. Oh, and you may find that kneeling is
more comfortable than sitting right now, considering how sore your ass
probably is," she suggested with a feral grin
Skinner groaned softly as he knelt on the small oriental rug. Given her
enthusiastic use of a hairbrush and a brand new belt little while ago, he
was in no shape to debate the topic. He'd promised her a weekend for just
the two of them to make up for several broken dates. Right, Walter, just
remember this moment the next time you say, "Honey, I'm yours. Whatever you
want to do with me is fine," he groused to himself. He had to admit he was
horny as hell though, even if the whole situation was embarrassing beyond
anything he'd ever imagined.
He heard the rustle of Dana changing out of her standard FBI work suit. At
least I hope she keeps on the stockings and garter belt he thought. A few
moments later, he saw that he was in luck. Oh yeah, she'd kept the them all
right, plus now he could see the matching demi-bra peaking out from the
forest green silk robe she was wearing. One thing most people didn't
realize about Dana Scully he thought, even with a size "C" bra, her cups
runneth over.
Dana gave him a satisfied smirk as she strolled back into the living area.
Walter might be pissed right now, but it was obvious this whole scene was
turning him on too. Very obvious, she noted as she spied the glistening
moisture on the head of his erect penis. Tonight, hell, this whole weekend,
was going to fulfill every Walter Skinner sexual fantasy she'd ever had, and
maybe a few that she hadn't even considered.
Skinner looked up at his lover from his kneeling position. Okay, just try
the hurt puppy look. After all it seems to work for Mulder, at least
occasionally, he thought. Dana seemed to contemplate his pleading look for
a moment and then slowly reached down and unfastened the gag.
She stroked his check gently for a moment and then said in a quiet but firm
voice, "You still with me, babe?" When he started to respond, she placed
her finger over his lips, "Just nod your head if you're okay." Walter took
a deep breath, but nodded slowly. Then, the temptation was too much and he
kissed the finger touching his lips. She started slightly but didn't pull
away. Emboldened, he stroked it lightly with his tongue before nibbling
delicately on the soft skin.
Scully jerked her hand back quickly and took a quick gulp of air. Remember
who's supposed to be in charge here Dana Scully, she scolded herself.
Taking a moment, she walked over to the mahogany buffet, where room service
had provided a charming late night snack. The sight and smell of food
reminded her that they'd both skipped dinner.
"Come over here and kneel by the table," she ordered coolly. Skinner
stumbled awkwardly to his feet and stared at the little redhead. Between
his burning, stinging backside from her spanking and the dildo filling his
ass hole, he had never felt so.. so. . . so what Walter? He thought. Angry?
Humiliated? Aroused? Oh, yeah. Horny. He was just about as hot as he could
ever remember. His cock nodded slightly in agreement. God, he wanted to
fuck the little red head. He wanted to just bury his cock in her cunt, hard
and fast, again and again. Hear her scream when she came. Right on that
damn dining room table.
Scully ignored him as she seated herself and placed a crisp caesar salad
garnished with boiled shrimp and fresh hot rolls at her place. She then
poured a glass of chilled champagne for herself and unfolded the heavy linen
napkin. Upon reflection, she added additional glasses of water for both of
them.
She smiled slightly as she heard Skinner's stomach growl from his place as
he obediently knelt beside her chair. The salad was delicious she thought
as she bit into a firm chilled shrimp. "Poor baby," she cooed down to him.
"Would you like to put that sweet mouth to a good use, at least for right
now?" she asked as she carefully cut up a small bite and placed it on the
sterling sliver fork. "Open wide," she commanded. Skinner looked up,
slightly startled. "I'm feeding you first, stud boy, then we'll talk."
Right, Skinner thought, he knew his Scully. He decided play his own little
teasing game and see how long the so-called ice queen could hold out. He
smiled at her and slowly slid his mouth over the offered bite. He chewed,
and then slowly licked his lips for the last drops of the salad dressing.
Dana stared as his mouth for a moment, thinking about other times and other
things he'd licked... "Or, maybe on second thought, we'll talk now," she
said in a rush.
All right, Dana, she thought as she paused to collect herself. You know
what you want. Just lay it out. "Do you know how many times this past
month, Walter Skinner, I went to bed all hot and horny because you stood me
up?" she asked coolly.
Walter took a quick slip of cold water from the offered glass she held down
for him. "Dana, I . . . "
"Four times in the last three weekends alone," she cut in, her anger
building. "Four nights I lay in bed by myself when it should have been the
two of us messing up my clean sheets. Thinking about what your cock feels
like. . your tongue in my pussy. . what you should have been doing to me
instead of me . . . Instead of my hand. . . God damn it, Skinner. Do you
know how very, very frustrated I've been because of you, you bastard," she
said emphatically. The delicate crystal goblet almost snapped as she
slammed it down on the table.
Uh oh, Walter, he thought, trouble ahead. "Scully, I sorry. I do want to
make it up to you," he said. "Just tell me..."
"Oh, no, Walter Skinner. You're going to tell me," she said as she refilled
her champagne glass again. "You're going make it all up to me. You can make
those damn Assistant Director problem-solving management skills count for
something. I want four wonderful sexual fantasy scenes from you.
Beginning now. Tonight!" She ordered as she drained flute in one long gulp.
"Four? Tonight?" he asked in disbelief. "Four times? I don't know if I
can. . ."
"Well, don't worry. You aren't," she replied arrogantly. "You going to feel
what it's like to be hot and horny, just like I've been. You aren't going
to come, Mr. Skinner, sir. I am. At least four separate and mind blowing
times. Then, maybe, just maybe, if you've been very creative, I'll remove
Lucille's little harness and you can come, too. But only after you've
really pleasured me."
To emphasize her point, she reached down between his legs and began to
stroke his cock, rubbing the sensitive underside. It was so hard it felt
like velvet covering a steel shaft in her small hand. The little bell on the
cock straps rang softly in the quiet room. Skinner stared at her for moment
aghast as he bit down on his lip to keep from moaning aloud.
"Well?" she demanded.
Hostage negotiations 101, he thought. Temporize. Draw it out. "Uh well,
Dana, honey. .. . You know I want to make it up to you . . .. but I'm not
sure. . I've never. . .Uh. . .Can I at least use my hands?" Dana considered
for a moment, and then nodded. She cocked an eyebrow waiting for an answer.
Right, he thought, she took the same goddamn class at Quantico. "Okay.
Four fantasies, " he agreed. Good lord, what in the world do I do now? he
wondered.
Part 2
Scully reached down carefully unfastened the cuffs behind his back. "I'm
leaving the rest of the harness on," she said firmly, pausing to give the
butt plug a quick twist. Skinner's eyes went wide as he jerked in response
to the unexpected sensation across his prostate.
He rubbed his wrists to get the circulation going and give himself a moment
to think. OK, Walter, start coming up with something. Glancing around the
room, his eyes fell on the untouched desert tray and he smiled to himself.
Oh yeah, here we go.
"Perhaps you'd like to relax on the lounge chair, while I bring you desert?"
he offered. This could work. He'd get her off, but he knew his Scully.
With a little coaxing and some good sex, she'd want more. She always did.
Sooner or later, she'd want his cock. And he certainly had every intension
of obliging her. He'd never wanted any woman as badly as he did right now.
He wanted to feel her cunt around him, wet and throbbing. Hear her moan and
beg and scream for him to . . . Hold on Walter, thought. Got to get there
first.
Scully debated for a moment and then moved to the elegant recliner. She
carefully positioned herself as Skinner followed her carrying silver tray.
She glanced down at the selection. Well, well, she thought. Maybe there's
hope for him after all.
Walter carefully picked up a slice of fresh peach. He took a small bite and
then offered her a taste. Dana nibbled on the sweet ripe fruit and a
trickle of juice slid down her chin. Skinner smiled as he carefully bent
over and licked it off. Then he picked up another large slice and ran it
slowly over her throat and down her neck. His lips followed carefully,
sliding down to soft valley between her generous breasts. Dana moaned
softly as he slid the bra straps off her shoulders and carefully unfastened
the clasp. The bra and robe vanished behind the chair. "Fresh peaches and
cream," he said. "One of the best things about the South."
Now taking another slice, he dipped it carefully in the heavy sweet whipped
cream. He slowly began kissing her as he slipped the cool moist treat over
her erect nipple. She moaned in response as he broke away from her mouth
and began licking the cream from her breasts. Slice after slice followed as
he slowly worked his way down her reclining body.
He gently parted her thighs and grinned to himself. The peaches weren't the
only things that were exceptionally juicy tonight he noted. Why, Miz
Scully, he thought, I do believe you're getting excited. Of course, he was
just as bad. Just looking at her, smelling her hot aroused female scent was
making him harder than ever. In fact, he grimaced as he heard the soft ring
of the little silver bell on his cock harness. That damn bell as got to go,
he thought.
Moving carefully, he unfastening the garter belt and began to slide down her
stockings. They joined the extra cushions on the floor and then he began
slowly rubbing the fruit slice over her soft inner thighs and licking the
juices off. The licking became interspersed with gentle nibbles as he moved
closer and closer to her wet center.
He heard her moan as he dribbled a large helping of peach juices and cream
over the soft red curls and then slid one of the few remaining large slices
between her wet lips. Reaching down carefully with his mouth, he began to
lick and nibble at the fruit as he alternately pushed and pulled it out with
his mouth. Scully's groans grew in intensity as he finally drew the
remaining sliver out. Staring down at her, Walter watched her face as he
slowly ate the piece slick with her own special liquids. Her eyes widen in
rush of desire and lust. Then, as he licked the mingled juices from his
lips, Scully arched her back in sudden need. "Oh God. Walter. Don't stop.
Don't stop," she moaned
Skinner reached over to the bowl again, but all that was left was a few
peach pits. He quickly put the largest one between his teeth and bent down
again. He began rubbing the rough surface of the seed pit back and forth
across her sensitized clit. Little quick circles and then rubbing hard up
and down, again and again with increasing pressure. Scully began panting as
her whole pussy trembled in response.
"More. Harder. Harder," she whimpered as her hands clenched the edge of the
chair. Skinner was trying to comply when she suddenly reached down and
unsnapped the clamps on his chest. The rush of blood back to his sensitized
nipples caused him to lunge forward, butting his mouth hard against her.
"Yes," she screamed as the orgasm shook her small frame.
Skinner removed the seed from his mouth and dropped the peach pit back in
the bowl. He panted himself for a moment as the blood continued to rush back
into his throbbing nipples. Then he bent back down to her cunt and began
soothing the sensitive area with gentle sweeps of his tongue, lapping up the
last of the peach and female juices. Delicious Scully cream, he thought.
As her tremors finally began to subside, he carefully leaned up and touched
her face. She opened dazed blue eyes to stare at him as he caressed her
checks.
"Well, that certainly counts as one," she whispered, as he carefully kissed
her. She held his face between her small hands as she slowly slid her
tongue in his mouth, tasting the peaches and cream mingling with her own
lingering flavors.
"So . . .Now, what's next? Come on. . . What about the rest of the
evening?" she said firmly as she casually patted him on ass.
Part 3
Skinner stared at her slightly dazed. Uh, next? Right. . . well. It was
awfully hard to think clearly while looking at her lying there on the
recliner. Her body was wet with peach juice, traces of whipped cream, sweat
and sex. A little K.P. duty Marine, he thought as he staggered to his feet
and walked to bathroom. He had to concentrate, he decided. Slow, steady
breathes. But, God almighty he was horny. He'd never done anything like
that and . . . OK, OK, one thing at a time.
The bathroom was decadent as the rest of the suite. Miss Lucile had sent up
extra sets of towels, he noted with a grimace along with bath salts, oils,
lotions, scented soaps, and two huge fluffy robes. Cool marble tile floor,
mirrors, a huge Jacuzzi, sit down shower completed the spa retreat along
with something you didn't see in the States very often . . . Skinner
suddenly began to grin as an idea occurred to him. This could work out just
fine he thought as he began to light some of the candles and fill the tub.
Dana was still reclining on the lounge chair as Walter walked back to her.
"Come on, sweet heart. I think you're a little sticky," he said as he slid
his arms around her. The dildo moved inside him as he straightened up and
he took an unexpectedly deep breath. Dana grinned at him as she slid her
arms around his neck. "Felt that did you, Skinner?" she teased as she began
kissing his neck. Being careful not to grunt in response, he picked her up
and carried her to the bathroom.
The whirlpool was steaming and bubbling like a hot spring as he gently eased
her into the warm water. Scully stretched out on her back and floated amid
the soothing heat and water currents, as he carefully added extra bath oil.
Southern Gardenia, what else, he noted.
"No, let me do that babe," he requested as she started to wash her still
sensitive neck and breasts. He slipped one arm under her neck to support
her body as she floated contentedly; her eyes closed in the dim light.
Skinner retrieved the sponge with his left hand and slowly began to stroke
her breasts and down between her relaxed thighs. The scent of peaches began
to mingle with the heavy floral fragrance as Dana blissed out.
"Come on now. No napping, Scully," Skinner admonished as he gently brought
her back to a sitting position. "Well. . .this is very nice, and I am quite
relaxed," Dana acknowledged as she leaned forward on her arms placed the
edge on the tub. She softly traced the leather collar Walter still wore
with a damp finger and then carefully edged down his chest to his very
sensitive nipples. "So now what, stud boy? You going to join me in the
tub?"
Skinner simply smiled as he reached down, quickly lifted her out of the tub
and placed her on the mat. Scully watched in slight bewilderment as he
patted her dry with a huge fluffy towel. "Well?" she asked with a quizzical
look.
Skinner gestured to the porcelain fixture to in the corner. "If my lady
would come with me?" he politely requested. Scully quirked an eyebrow as
she strolled over to it. "Walter, I'm familiar with the function of a
bidet, but after my bath I hardly think that ...."
"Please, just humor me..." Walter asked. Scully nodded reluctantly and
turned to seat herself. "No, facing the wall. Then, lean back against me,"
he requested.
Dana gave him one more curious glance, then knelt down and slid her thighs
forward on the rim. The crouching position was a little awkward and her
bottom was directly over the sink of the bidet. Walter supported her back
as he knelt behind her. "Like this?" she asked as she leaned back on his
muscular chest.
"Just like that," Walter responded as he reached around her and began to
carefully adjust the water spray. When the temperature was warm, he
carefully pushed her to a slightly more vertical position.
"Oh. . . Oh, my," Dana's eyes suddenly went wide as the spray of water began
to play across her pussy. Walter reached down and carefully parted her cunt
lips to allow the warm stream to reach her more sensitive parts. Scully
groaned in response as the water began to push inside her. Walter carefully
stroked her breasts as she began to tremble. "Yeah, that's it babe," he
said as he started to nibble on her neck. "Feel that?" She began pant and
arch her back as water teased her pussy like a phantom lover. She wanted
more . . . something in her.
Skinner began rolling her hard nipple between his fingers as she whimpered
and twisted. A thin sheen of sweat was forming on both of them. God, she
thought, she was so close. Then, he suddenly pushed her upright directly
over the fountain as he grabbed the faucet and turned the spray on full
force. Scully shrieked as the extra pressure made the water feel as hard as
a cock pounding her pussy. Skinner could barely hold her down as the spray
hammered her clit and entered her cunt.
The sensation was like nothing she'd ever felt and that was the last
coherent thought she had as the first of several hard orgasms shook her
body. She screamed again and again as the buffeting continued and the
intense waves swept through her. Finally in exhaustion, she collapsed back
panting against Skinner's chest as he turned off the faucet ending the spray
at last.
"I think we could call that good clean fun," he said with a grin as he
looked down as the limp petite form resting against his chest.