Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for Adult entertainment purposes.

Now, to the story…

FBI agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully were returning to the small town of Hood River in Oregon. It had been almost a year since their previous visit there and an encounter with Bigfoot. Over the past few months, a number of young women had gone missing in the same area. However, this time no victims had been recovered. Fearing a return of a serial attacker, the local sheriff had called on the agents for their assistance once more.

Mulder had thought he would have difficulty getting his partner to accompany him on this return. She had come very close to being attacked by the Sasquatch and been left badly shaken. However, Scully had readily agreed to return to Hood River, saying she had to face her fears.

Blood and fur samples he had taken had proven inconclusive. Fox was determined to return with positive evidence the cryptid was real. As the beast had seemingly been attracted to Scully, he reasoned that he could use her as bait. Although he didn’t feel good about using her like that, he had become obsessed with getting the proof he needed.

When Fox had approached her about returning to Hood River, Scully had been forced to hide her eagerness. Despite the run-in with the beast being terrifying, Dana had not been able to stop thinking about it. Quickly, it and its gigantic cock had become the focus of her fantasies when she masturbated.

Desiring to experience such a huge prick, the redhead had purchased a large dildo. Using it often, she had fantasised having Sex with Bigfoot. But the toy hadn’t been big enough. And so began her shopping spree for larger and larger Sex toys. With a lot of kegel exercises she had learned to control her pelvic muscles very well indeed. Soon Scully had been able to take her larger toys deep inside and achieve mind-blowing orgasms as she stretched both her Vagina and her anus. Hidden in a locked case, her collection of large dildos was impressive.

As she used her increasingly large dildos she would look at the pictures taken of Bigfoot’s victims: graphic images of stretched cunts and arseholes, some leaking copious amounts of beastly semen. It was the images of the gaping leaking arsehole that excited her the most. How much of that ginormous penis could these women take, she’d wonder as she vibrated her clit to climax. It had been imagining herself taking the creature’s cock in her cunt that Scully had finally taken her largest dildo.

Squatting down, she had completely engulfed the fourteen inch long, four inch wide fake dick in her arse. Using all her control, she had forced the phallus deep into her colon. Strange, unusual feelings had emanated from deep inside her, triggering a mind-blowing Orgasm.

However, despite the size of her toys and ability to engulf them, they were still smaller than Bigfoot’s cock. And sitting on a toy lacked the fucking sensations she had begun to crave. I wonder what it would be like, to feel that beast inside me she often thought to herself, calming down in her post-orgasmic stupor.

When Mulder had brought up the request from the Hood River sheriff’s department, Scully had almost jumped at the chance. Would she encounter Bigfoot again? What would happen? Her Pussy had moistened immediately. However, she did not want Mulder to know her real intentions. Instead she had given him a line about facing her fears. Rather, it was a huge monster cock she wanted to face. Later that night, after packing an overnight bag, Dana lay on her bed, a large vibrator buzzing away inside her twat, fingers rubbing her clit as she again looked at the photographs of ravaged holes dripping Bigfoot cum. After several orgasms, she fell into a fitful sleep.

The following day, the FBI agents flew out to Seattle and had a three hour drive to Hood River. After complaining yet again about not being able to land in Portland, Mulder turned the subject round to Bigfoot.

‘…and with the change of behaviour, I think we can assume there has been some change in their mating rituals.’

‘Mulder, this change in modus operandi isn’t proof of anything. All it tells us is that young women are missing. Certainly nothing about…mating rituals,’ Scully replied. ‘It’s far more likely that someone is kidnapping these women and taking them somewhere to be abused.’

‘Come on, Scully. You’ve seen Bigfoot up close and you know these creatures are real,’ Mulder countered.

‘As I’ve said countless times already, Mulder: it was dark and I don’t know what I saw,’ she claimed, ‘But I’ve no doubt the attacker was a large man!’ Very large…especially in the cock department.

‘I still believe that what we have here is a genuine interaction between a cryptid and humans. The cryptid. Our interference last year may actually have precipitated this change in behaviour.’

‘Mulder! Are you saying these missing persons are our fault? That our investigation has changed the habits of the perpetrator?’

‘Quite possibly. Similar to the Observer Effect. After all, I did shoot it several times. Its behaviour is likely to have altered in order to avoid a threat. But I wouldn’t assign blame beyond the “perpetrator” as you call it.’

‘Well, I can certainly agree that there has been some alteration in the attacker’s behaviour. And whatever else, he needs to be stopped.’

Driving along interstate 84, agent Scully was getting hornier. With every mile they closed in on their destination, her arousal built. Images floated in her mind’s eye: the evidence photographs of the victims of Bigfoot. Her imagination kept picturing her taking the beast’s monstrous cock into her body. An intense arousal built at the thought of it. Dana didn’t think anything like that could happen but she kept fantasising about it. Being close to her period again didn’t help. She had always gotten horniest at this time of the month. Right now she felt like she was in heat.

Dressed in black pants and blazer over a white blouse, she sat cross-legged in the passenger seat of the car. Underneath she wore a plain white bra and black panties. Inside her panties she had placed a panty liner, as was her custom. Always a woman to get very wet when turned on, the amount of honey she produced would coat her gusset. Scully had been forced to wear liners more often to protect her underwear from the copious amount of Pussy juice that seeped from her.

Mulder was making small talk, but Scully wasn’t paying any real attention now, lost in her sexual thoughts. Looking out the window, she became conscious of the heat radiating between her crossed legs. Moulded to her cunny, the Hot panty liner was soaking up the viscous juices leaking from her throbbing snatch.

An itch building within her, Dana put her hands in her lap, as if to warm them. Discreetly, she pushed a finger along the seam of her pants, pressing against her hidden clitoris. Slowly, she pushed further down, pressing against her Pussy slit. Moving the digit slowly side-to-side, she could feel more of her secretions escaping her hairy cunt lips to be absorbed by the liner.

If I don’t do something about this I’m going to go crazy, she thought. Glancing over at Mulder she considered. Well, he’s got a dick. It could help scratch this itch. But she quickly rejected the idea, knowing it was not smart to start something with a work colleague. But I’m getting so Hot.

‘The Paiute and Wasco tribes have stories of large hairy “keepers of the forests” going back for generations…’

‘Mulder, can we pull over at the next stop? I need the restroom,’ Scully said.

Looking through the windshield, Fox saw a billboard advertising Love‘s Travel Stop, just outside Portland. Thanks to some bad map reading on his part, it was on their route and was quickly coming up.

‘Sure, Scully. We’ll take this one. Sounds romantic,’ he said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

‘Thanks, Mulder.’

A few minutes later their Ford Taurus pulled into the parking area.

‘I think I might stretch my legs a bit while we’re here. Been a long day cooped up in the plane and then the car,’ Scully said.

‘Ok. I’ll top off the gas and then grab something to eat in the restaurant. Want me to order you something?’

‘Erm, a bagel or something, please,’ she said before heading off to find the bathrooms.

Walking up to the restrooms, Scully was frustrated to see the ladies were locked. Glancing over, however, she saw the men’s was open. Checking no one saw, she ducked into the gent’s. At least they’re clean, she thought, looking at the smart if utilitarian washroom. Not wanting to waste any time, she entered the middle of three stalls and locked the door.

God, I need this, she thought, dropping her pants and panties to her ankles before sitting down on the toilet. Knees spread as wide as she could, Scully reached into her crotch. I’m soaking, she thought, feeling how Hot and wet she was. With a moan the FBI agent started masturbating, stroking and circling her clit. Fingers quickly coated in her secretions, she jammed two into her cunt, finger-fucking herself while her thumb circled her clit.

When she had entered the cubicle, Scully had failed to notice the neat round holes in the walls of the stall. As she continued to play with herself, she was oblivious to an eye peering through one of the holes. The redhead’s breathing was heavy in the enclosed space so she didn’t hear a man undoing his zipper and start stroking his cock.

‘Yes, oh yes,’ Scully hissed as she quickly closed in on her Orgasm. Fingers sliding up and down her pink slit, she pushed two back inside herself. Wet squelching sounds joined those of heavy breathing. Digits moving faster, the half-naked woman wanked herself to climax. Cunt cream ran out of her, splashing audibly into the toilet bowl. Shaking in Orgasm, Scully pressed a hand to the side of the cubicle to steady herself. Fingers accidentally pushed through the gloryhole.

Opening her glazed eyes, the Hot redhead saw movement through the hole and quickly withdrew her hand. However, the obscured man took this as an invitation and pushed his hard cock through the hole. Scully just stared at it. Hand moving with a mind of its own, she grasped the member. Wrapping her fingers around the Hot shaft, Dana began stroking it. As if in reaction, her other hand returned to stroking her clit.

Dana recognised the gloryhole for what it was. In an orgasmic daze the FBI agent leaned over she wrapped her luscious red lips over the helmet and drew back, sucking the purple head. A male moan sounded as the redhead’s tongue slowly worked over the tip. Tracing the underside of the head, the agile muscle explored the open slit on the end. Moving forward and taking more into her mouth, Scully began sucking dick in a public restroom. Fingers continuing to manipulate the wet flesh of her cunt, the woman’s head bobbed up and down the stranger’s dick, tasting his salty manliness, smelling his sweaty crotch.

Wet sucking sounds filled the small cubicle as the redhead blew the stranger. Cock throbbing in her hand and mouth, her Pussy throbbed and itched under her other hand. Scully could smell herself as well as the unwashed man. He stinks, she thought as she ran her tongue along the sticky shaft before engulfing him again. Probably some long distance trucker pulled in for a piss and a quickie. As if reading her thoughts, the unknown trucker knocked on the wall. You want a fuck do you? she thought, knowing the protocols of a gloryhole. Well you’re not the only one.

Letting go of the member, the half-naked doctor stood and turned her away from it. Reaching back between her legs, she grasped the man again and guided him to her Hot hairy hole. Tingles ran through her as she rubbed the head up and down her heated pink slit. Hearing a low moan of pleasure from the wall, she placed the tip against her opening and pushed back. A wet squelch sounded as the purple helmet entered her sopping cunt. Both man and woman sighed in pleasure. Not willing to wait, Scully shuffled her feet back before pushing her naked arse to the cubicle wall, impaling herself fully on the stranger’s cock.

Daryl Carpenter was indeed a long-distance trucker. Having seen the sexy redhead entering the men’s restroom, he thought he might have a chance for a bit of fun. He’d followed her and was hard even before seeing her fingering herself through the gloryhole. No stranger to the wallmouth, he recognised the signal when she’d put her fingers through.

Oh man, he’d thought, Yeah she’s after cock. With that, he’d pushed his dick through. Seconds later he was engulfed in her Hot sucking mouth. Glorious! It felt so good. But now Daryl wanted some Pussy. After giving the traditional knock on the wall, his dick was quickly taken inside the hottest, wettest and tightest snatch he’d had in a very long time.

‘Fuck, that’s a Hot cunt,’ Daryl said out loud.

Pressing her palms to the opposite wall, Scully started fucking herself on the trucker’s thick cock. Pulling forward until just the head remained lodged inside her, Dana pushed back until her arse pressed against the wall. Over and over, she fucked herself on the Hot prong. With each impact, her butt squashed against the wall, making the flimsy construct rattle and shake. Obscene squelching met each and every backwards thrust. God, this feels good. It’s just what I needed, she thought, eyes closed in bliss.

Hearing a knock from in front of her, Scully opened her eyes to see a second prick, this one sticking through another gloryhole positioned between her hands. Eyes sparkling with delight, the FBI agent opened her mouth and quickly started sucking this second dick. It’s been so long since I’ve been spit-roasted like this, she thought, sucking on the hard knob in front, banging on the member behind.

Having filled the car’s tank with gas, Mulder realised he also needed to piss. Upon entering the restroom, he’d instantly recognised the sounds of fucking. On an impulse, he’d walked into the spare cubicle and listened to the Hot sounds of Sex. Horny now, he unzipped and pushed his prick through the hole and knocked on the wall. Almost instantly he felt a Hot mouth sucking him

Whoa, that feels like a woman, he thought, having expected a man. And she knows what she’s doing!

There was not much room to move within the tiny toilet stall. Limited in options, Scully pressed her arse against the thin wall behind her. Contracting and relaxing the walls of her Pussy, she encouraged the trucker to fuck her. Quickly getting the hint, the smelly man began thrusting through the wallmouth, driving his dick over and over into her Hot wet snatch. Focussing on the prick in her mouth now, Dana took the head between her lips and suckled on it as her tongue probed the piss hole. Slowly, she bobbed her head further down the shaft, accepting more into her mouth. Gack. Gack. Taking a second to relax her gag reflex, the redhead tried again and took the stranger’s prick down her throat. Indistinct moans rewarded her, the mysterious man obviously enjoying her oral talents.

Daryl could hear sloppy sucking so knew the sexy woman dressed in black was entertaining a second man. Damn but she’s a Hot filly. Slamming against the thin walls he jammed himself into the tight snatch repeatedly, enjoying heat at wet grip it had on him. All too soon he felt his balls contracting. Hands gripping the top of the stall, he thrust as hard as possible through the gloryhole, rattling the plywood structure. Holding himself embedded in the clutching snatch, the trucker unloaded gob after gob of his Hot thick cum deep into the stranger. Groaning with delight and release, he spurted everything he had into her.

Mulder was in heaven. The sucking mouth felt wonderful. It had been too long since he’d gotten a blow job. And being so close to Scully but unable to get into her panties, he’d been pent up. Hearing the other man Cumming sent Fox over the edge. With a groan of his own, he slammed forward through the sucking lips, lodging his prick down the mysterious woman’s throat and erupted.

Feeling the two cocks simultaneously ejaculating inside her, Dana pressed and rolled her clit, joining the men in Orgasm. As thick wads of semen shot down her gulping throat and flooded her throbbing cunt, she convulsed, vibrating in climax. Pussy cream slicked the thick cock lodged inside her quim. Needing a breath, she pulled the prick back to her mouth, saliva mixing with the batter being deposited there. Moaning as she climaxed, Scully couldn’t swallow. Instead the mix of spit and jizz escaped her lips, dribbling over her chin to splash onto the floor.

Panting as she tried to catch her breath, Scully felt the big rod being slowly pulled out of her Vagina, her still rippling walls hugging it all the way. With a nasty sucking sound, the dick escaped her warm embrace. Looking down, the second cock disappeared back through the wall. Taking a few minutes to compose herself, she listened as the two strangers she’d just had Sex with in a public restroom left. Oh, I feel so fucking slutty right now, she smiled.

Daryl zipped himself up and left the cubicle. ‘Man that felt good,’ he said to the guy stepping out of the end stall. Looks like a toner salesman. ‘She’s a Hot one,’ he chuckled. ‘Thanks for the fuck, lady,’ he shouted to the still closed middle cubicle and exited the restroom.

Pulling his cock out of the gloryhole, Fox Mulder had no idea he’d finally managed to blow a load into Dana Scully. Stuffing himself back into his pants, he walked out of the stall. After an awkward moment with the trucker who’d actually gotten to fuck the mysterious slut, the investigator quickly left the restroom. Headed to the restaurant, he went to get himself and his partner some coffee and a snack.

With the two unknown men gone, Dana sat back on the toilet. While having a much needed pee, the doctor pushed out as much of the trucker’s sperm as she could. I’d better get an ulipristal acetate pill in the morning, she thought, referring to the emergency contraceptive. Pulling her panties up to her knees, she removed the panty liner. Seeing it was stained with her cunt cream she sniffed it. Phew, I was in heat, she mused even as she took another sniff. Not wanting to get worked up again, she quickly set the liner aside. Taking a fresh one out of her blazer, she inserted it into her underwear before getting dressed.

Leaving the men’s restroom, Dana Scully looked around but didn’t see anyone. With no trash cans in sight, she threw her used panty liner into the bushes separating the rest stop from the surrounding woods. Returning to the car, she saw Mulder exiting the restaurant, two cups of coffee and a small brown paper bag in his hands.

‘Cream, no sugar,’ Fox said, holding out a cup.

‘Thanks, Mulder. Just what I needed,’ she said, thinking it would get rid of the taste of spunk in her mouth.

‘You look better for your walk. Less tense,’ Mulder observed.

‘I actually do feel less tense,’ Scully said, hiding a smirk. ‘You look better for the coffee.’

‘Hmm, think I needed a caffeine hit,’ he said, not hiding his own smirk as he thought back to the toilet stall. ‘Bagels are in the bag; real cream cheese.’

‘Thank you,’ she said, climbing into the car.

A few miles down the road, Mulder pulled over and dashed into the woods.

‘You should have gone at the rest stop, Mulder,’ Scully laughed as her partner disappeared behind a tree. ‘Glad you didn’t,’ she added to herself, thinking back to the much needed quickie and blow job she’d enjoyed.

‘Sorry about that,’ Mulder said, returning to the car and cleaning his hands with a wet wipe. ‘We should arrive in Hood River pretty soon I think.’