X-Files: Tooms the Voyeur Part 2

By Imorol

NOTE: This story was inspired by The X-Files episodes S01E03 Squeeze and S01E21 Tooms.

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

Now, to the story…

It was dark outside the apartment building, the shadows all concealing. Crouched in a thicket across the street, a predator lurked. Alert to his surroundings, the stalker turned his head slowly, searching for potential threats. This was not the first time he had been here and had become accustomed to the area’s characteristics. Satisfied that nothing was out of place, that no ambush awaited, he moved.

Keeping to the shadows he crossed the deserted street and made for the target. Moving alongside the building, he crouched next to a drainpipe. Another look around confirmed he was alone, his presence remained unnoticed. Lying down in the wet grass, he reached towards the pipe.

Just like his deceased twin, Eugene Tooms, the prowler was a mutated human. Born with the inhuman ability to stretch and contort his body, Albert slowly entered the pipet. With practiced ease he pushed his body through the small aperture and began his silent journey.

It was a familiar path through the building’s pipework. Several weeks ago he had first come to this particular building seeking revenge. Eugene had been murdered by an FBI Agent named Fox Mulder. After finally learning of his estranged sibling’s death, Albert had come for payback. Originally his intention had been to persecute Mulder by harming his partner, Dana Scully, before finally ending the man himself.

However, upon infiltrating the female agent’s home, his plans had quickly gone awry. Coming through a wastepipe he had arrived in her toilet only for her to unknowingly piss on him. Vowing to return, his plans fell aside again. Finding himself alone in the woman’s apartment he’d taken the opportunity to investigate, including her laundry. Sniffing the dirty clothes, he had become enamoured of the redhead’s scent, the taste of her.

Avenging his brother no longer his intention, Tooms had snuck into the special agent’s home several times since. Observing her bedroom activities through the vents of the building’s ductwork, he had become obsessed with watching her. When she was not there he would leave the vents and explore her belongings, especially her laundry.

And now the voyeur had returned to see what adventures the sexy federal agent was enjoying tonight.

Because of her work, the FBI agent often didn’t keep regular hours, necessitating Tooms to lay in wait. More than comfortable in the tightly enclosed space, he could wait for hours. The only strain was the temptation to enter the apartment and search out more used underwear. But tonight he didn’t have long to wait. Hearing voices, Albert peered through the vent with anticipation.

An energetic Dana Scully entered the bedroom, crossing quickly to the bed. Turning, she sat down on its edge, a wide grin on her pink lips, eyes shining brightly. Apparently still dressed for work, she wore a cream-coloured blouse, charcoal knee-length skirt, black court shoes and hose. Following her into the room was a lanky black man, dressed in a dark blue suit and white shirt.

Never seen Agent Scully with a black guy before, Tooms wondered taken by surprise. This should be interesting.

Scully sat further back on the bed. Pulling up her skirt as she moved revealed the lacy tops of her nude stockings. Holding up the skirt, legs slowly spreading, she exposed her turquoise silk panties to her companion. Leaning back on one hand, the other slipped between her legs. Eyes watching the man’s reaction, fingers began to glide up and down over the panties, stroking the hidden cunny.

‘Go on, get it out,’ the ginger nodded toward her guest, voice husky with excitement. ‘I want to see it.’

Bright grin splitting his face, the tall man was only too happy to oblige the hot redhead who’d picked him up in the bar. Eagerly he undid the button of his pants, unzipped the fly and let them drop. Naked from the waist down, his cock jutted out, waving in the air at the randy bitch rubbing herself on the bed.

‘Mm, nice,’ Scully said, eyes scrutinising the prick she’d wanted to try. It was several inches long and girthy, almost as thick as her wrist. Bulging veins roped its length, leading up to a large blunt helmet. It’s everything I’d hoped for.

Earlier in the evening, Scully had gone into Ozio’s on K Street, needing to blow off some steam after work. The X-File she and Mulder were working had hit a dead end. Sitting at the bar, she’d noticed the black guy sitting a couple of stools away. She’d also discerned the rather impressive bulge in his pants. After introducing herself and making it clear what she wanted they’d left the bar together. And now here she was, playing with her wet snatch through her panties, staring at the man’s impressive member.

‘Stroke it,’ she demanded.

Avidly watching the man comply, his strong hand moving on his thick prick, Scully continued to fondle herself. Beneath her fingers moisture was escaping to stain the turquoise panties, a wet spot quickly forming over the drooling entrance to her sex. As if in accordance her mouth was watering as well.

Sliding from the bed to the floor, she knelt on a rug before the black man and his throbbing cock. Continuing to touch herself between her firm thighs, her other hand reached out and replaced the man’s, wanking the impressive schlong. Under her grip it was thick, hot, the skin smooth. Moving her hand up and down the weight became apparent much to her delight. The doctor smiled in anticipation.

Pointed straight at her gorgeous face, the redhead held it steady. Leaning forward, her tongue lapped over the sensitive underside of the glands, probing the taught string of skin there. Pursing her lips, she closed them on the tip, taking her first proper taste of the black man’s prick. Different, she wondered before parting her lips to engulf the bloated cockhead.

Albert Tooms watched through the vent grille as FBI Special Agent Dana Scully, down on her knees, sucked off a black man. Eyes wide he marvelled at the contrast between her fair skin and the man’s dark ebony prick. Watched it disappear repeatedly into Scully’s mouth, her auburn head bobbing on the shaft, more and more slipping between her luscious pink lips the further they went down the pole.

‘Oh, lady, that feels good,’ the woman’s visitor said, enjoying the mouth working him like a seasoned pro.

Eyes flicking upwards, Dana smiled around the cock, still sucking, cheeks hollowed. Lips closing behind the glands she sucked avidly at the tasty flesh, hand jerking it into her mouth. Between her legs her fingers continued glide over silk panties, fuelling her passions.

‘Yeah, you sexy little thing, suck that cock. Suck that cock and work your little pussy,’ said the looming guy, shoving his hips forward, forcing more cock into her talented mouth.

Saliva filled Dana’s mouth as she sucked, the meaty flavour of the ebony rod making her taste buds dance. Heavy in her grip, she pulled back her head until just the glands remained locked behind her stretched lips. Probing with her tongue, she ran it all over the crown before flickering against the opening at the tip. Above her, the black guy moaned and tried to shove his prick deeper into her mouth again.

Only too happy to oblige and feed her own desires, Scully accepted the additional cock, driving her mouth further down the shaft, greedily taking more than half. Eyes closed, she savoured the taste, so different from a white guy, the way it throbbed against her tongue, filled her mouth. The wondered that she, a small white woman, was sucking the enormous cock of this tall black man sent pangs of arousal along her spine. Through her pretty panties her scrabbling fingers pressed and rolled her stiff little clit.

If my colleagues at the FBI saw me now, she wondered, a dribble of girl cream slipping into her already wet gusset.

As if Scully had tempted fate, the telephone rang.

Despite being assigned to the X-Files to scientifically debunk investigations into them, the FBI agent knew without a doubt who was calling. I don’t need to be a psychic to know who that is.

Pulling her mouth from the tasty cock with a satisfying pop, it remained in her grip, still stroking up and down. Abandoning her hot pussy, she reached over with the now free hand and picked up the phone.

‘Hello, Mulder,’ Scully answered.

Grinding his straining dick against the conduit he’d wedged himself into, Albert Tooms had been enjoying the show. Seeing the redhead FBI Agent kneeling before the black fella and sucking his cock while playing with herself had gotten him worked up. He’d not been able to withhold himself dry humping the dark tunnel he was in. Initially fearing the ringing phone would stop the bedroom activity, he was pleased to note Scully still held the dark prick. Then she leaned forward…

As the voice on the other end of the line spoke, the kneeling woman’s eyes roamed over the prick pulsing in her hand, glistening with her saliva. Knowing Mulder was in full flow she leaned forward and returned her black guest to her mouth. Quietly so as not to alert her partner to her current activities, she resumed blowing the stranger she’d picked up from the bar.

Briefly pulling her head back she spoke into the phone. ‘And why are we gonna Nebraska, half way across the country?’ voice resigned to another impending journey. Listening to the answer she engulfed the meaty prick once more, closing her lips behind the crown. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, delighting in the unfamiliar ebony flavour.

‘Uh huh,’ she mumbled, head slowly bobbing up and down the dark dick. Standing over her, her visitor was getting impatient, hips stabbing forward. The sudden movement caused Scully to gag, the cock hitting the entrance to her throat.

‘What? Oh…I’m just…having something to eat,’ Scully said into the phone, a smirk on her lips before they were stretched around the man again. Then: ‘Right now, Mulder? Can not it wait until the morning?’ A string of saliva connected her bottom lip to the straining glands. Distractedly listening to her partner’s reasoning, the female agent could feel the pulsing of the member she held, its heat radiating against her face, male musk wafting up her nose.

‘And does Skinner approve of this Mulder?’ she asked, stroking the ebony rod. Holding the phone she could smell her own scent secreted on the fingers that had so recently been stroking her hot snatch into her panties. ‘Yes, Mulder, I find out the urgency,’ she replied, hand sliding upon her visitor. ‘What time? Oh, ok. I’ll meet you outside,’ her tone one of acceptance.

Hanging up the phone, she turned her eyes up to the dark guy looming above and said without missing a beat, ‘If you can cum quickly, I’ll finish the blowjob.’

Without awaiting a reply Dana moved her hand to the base of the midnight rod facing her. Holding it steady she plunged it back into her mouth, taking more than half its length. Closing her lips tightly she drew her mouth back, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Reaching the glands, she tilted her head upwards, adding more friction between the cockhead and her lips as they passed over it before she dove back down. Setting a steady rhythm, she began working the thick prick.

‘Yeah baby, suck that cock,’ the guy said, smiling down on the little redhead on her knees, head bobbing up and down as she applied a serious blowjob.

Humping his stiff cock against the metal vent, the voyeur watched as the gorgeous redhead hungrily sucked on the black man. Glued to the display, he watched as her small hands, now both wrapped around the dark shaft, worked up and down, feeding the rod between her luscious pink lips. Slobbering sounds came to him in his hiding place, saliva filling Agent Scully’s mouth as she continued to suck.

Wish that was me, Tooms wondered.

Glancing across to her bedside table, Dana noted the time, realised there wasn’t long left. Letting her saliva cover the prick, auburn head moving fast, she took the crown to the back of her throat. Dearly wanting to try deep throating, she didn’t have the time needed to relax her gullet to take it down her neck. Instead her attention turned to the helmet.

Locking her blue eyes with the brown of her visitor, the accomplished cock sucker smiled, knowing exactly how to get him off quickly. Turning her head to the side, the doctor pursed her pink lips around his frenulum. As she gently sucked at the highly sensitive ridge of skin on the underside of the weighty prick, the top if her tongue probed insistently.

‘Oh, Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ!’ the black stranger cried out.

Feeling the increased throbbing of the shaft wrapped by her fingers, Scully returned her mouth to the bulbous head, taking it into her sucking mouth, tongue pressed to the underside, flexing and undulating. Quickly now her head bobbed up and down, lips gliding over the slick smooth flesh. With both hands she stroked, twisting as she did. Knowing it would excite her visitor further, she let the cock hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag.

Agent Scully sure knows how to suck a mean cock, Tooms wondered. Look at that! That thick dark dick disappearing into her sexy white mouth! That looks so hot, sounds so nasty.

As the diminutive federal agent continued to fellate the ebon male she’d met only an hour before, the room filled with the wet sounds of her gagging, the weighty cock hitting the back of her throat. Moaning as she supped, slurping sounds emitted from the kneeling redhead.

‘Uh, lady…I…I’m going to cum,’ the lanky guest said. ‘I wanna…cum in your mouth,’ he almost begged.

Not wanting to make a mess with Mulder on his way, Scully was in agreement. Wrapping her lips behind the crown she sucked voraciously, tongue probing the silt, hands stroking fast. As the first wad of semen jetted into her mouth, Dana locked her blue eyes on her visitor’s. Moaning, she felt the next load splash over her tongue, almost straight down her throat. The salty taste grew stronger as more spunk filled her mouth. Above her the man groaned, deep and loud.

Once the cock’s throbbing began to diminish and the last weak spurt dribbled out, Scully removed it from between her lips. Looking up at the panting man, her mouth opened to display a pool of pearly white cum. Smiling she loudly swallowed the black guy’s essence. Opening her mouth again gave evidence the load had been consumed.

‘You need to go now. I’ve got things to do,’ the FBI agent said, her tone suddenly distant as she got up from her knees and stood.

‘Er…do you…er…want my number? Maybe we can pick this up…’ the man stuttered, taken aback at the sudden change in the woman’s attitude.

‘No, I don’t think so. Thank you, though,’ she said before ushering him out.

In the vent, Tooms continued to observe as the stunning redhead ushered the man from her bedroom and apartment. Turned on by watching Agent Scully sucking cock and swallowing the black man’s spunk, the intruder had shot his own load into his pants. Desperately trying to control his breathing, he could feel the warmth of his problem against his clothes.

Outside the vent, Scully returned to the bedroom, tongue running over her lips capturing a tiny bead of semen that had escaped. Although there was some frustration from not having gotten off herself, she was dedicated to the X-Files, her focus already turning to the case she and Mulder were working on. Salty flavour still rich in her mouth, she grabbed her go-bag and headed out to meet her partner.

Show over, a blissful Tooms waited a few minutes, ensuring the FBI agent was gone. Slowly he made his way back through the building’s pipework. Already looking forward to his next visit, he thought what he’d see.

***

It was a couple of weeks before Tooms returned to Agent Scully’s home. Lurking in his usual hiding spot, he waited patiently. From the living room he could hear muffled sounds indicating the presence of two people.

Agent Scully has business, he wondered, smirking in the dark, a stirring in his pants.

Light filtered into the vent as the bedroom light flicked on and the female agent walked into the room. Tooms noted she was wearing a red plaid blazer, black blouse visible beneath. A black knee-length skirt completed her wardrobe. Confusion clouding his face, he realised she wasn’t wearing her habitual pantyhose or shoes.

Behind stepped a man wearing an expensive looking suit, Scully leading him by the hand. Tall and broad, he appeared middle-aged with a full head of hair, turning grey in a dignified manner. Happy smile on his face, he was sniffing the fingers of his other hand. It was obvious to Tooms what had been happening in the living room now and why the redhead wasn’t wearing her hose.

‘Give me a moment. I just need to freshen up,’ Scully said to her evening’s companion.

‘Can I watch?’ the gentleman asked, a knowing look on his face.

Scully considered him with a raised eyebrow, a quirk on her lips. ‘Oh, so you’re one of those guys, huh?’ she said. Coquettish look on her face, she placed her hand on his chest, entwining her fingers around his tie. ‘Do you just want to watch…or would you like for me to pee on you instead?’ she asked.

Already knowing what the man’s answer would be, the smirking redhead turned to the bathroom, hand tugging on his tie, guiding him behind her. Pausing at the doorway, she looked over her shoulder to say, ‘You’d better take your clothes off,’ before proceeding into the tiled room. While he stripped she grabbed a fluffy white towel and laid it out on the floor.

‘Well, that’s a nice looking cock,’ she said looking the man over. ‘Go ahead, lay down.’ Large smile on his face, the gentleman walked past his host. Entering the bathroom, he did as instructed, lying down on the towel.

Excited at the prospect of this new show, the trespasser in the wall had silently removed himself to his secondary hide in the bathroom. Concealed behind the grille in the dark, Tooms’ view into the white tiled room was perfect. Over the prone man’s body he could clearly see Agent Scully, hiking up her black skirt as she stepped over him.

‘Stroke that cock for me,’ Scully said, looking down at the erection pointed at her bare cunt.

Dana held her skirt up as she tried to relax her bladder. At first a couple of small dribbles escaped, the warm drops falling down onto the man as he worked his hand upon his shaft. Bending her knees slightly, a lazy flow of her piss finally came, quickly drenching the man beneath her.

‘You like that?’ she asked, her voice husky as she marked her territory.

‘Oh, God, yes,’ he exclaimed. ‘Please, do it all over me!’

Letting out a feminine chuckle, the redhead acquiesced. Manipulating her pelvic muscles she squeezed her bladder. A strong jet of pee splashed down on the man, a surging river running from his groin to his chest before flowing down his flanks to soak the towel he laid upon.

Another push and another jet erupted with a loud hissing. Scully directed the stream over her guests cock and balls, over the strong stomach deluging the belly button, before aiming at his chest, soaking the male she stood over. With a sigh of relief another powerful stream erupted, loving the sensation of dominance as she pissed on her date. Then an idea struck her.

‘Open your mouth,’ the petite woman commanded.

Skirt still held high, the FBI agent stepped over her assignation’s head, bare feet either side. Looking down she saw his glazed eyes staring between her legs, focused on the wet pussy, mouth open and waiting. Relaxing once more, just a few drops fell, pattering onto his face, running over his cheeks. Adjusting aim Scully let out a slow controlled stream, watching it rain into the open orifice. Delighting in her actions the strength of the stream increased, filling the mouth gaping up at her.