The Truth About Blow Jobs
Chapter Four -- Smut Interlude
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
Archive: Absolutely
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
Wiggins 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 men 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?