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“Scully, I’m sorry… What is THAT?!”
They’re lying under the floral-print covers in another roadside motel room and the morning light has just started to break through the beige curtains, illuminating the symbol of fertility clinging to the faux wood grain of her dresser.
She’s pretty sure she knows what he’s talking about but she lifts up her head just to make sure. “Mulder, I think you’ve watched enough porn in your three decades to know EXACTLY what that is,” Scully says, putting her head back to the pillow.
“Well, it’s a dildo,” he says, laughing. “But, what’s it doing here?”
He knows about her vibrator, the small one she keeps in her purse for whenever the moment calls for it (which when she’s around him is VERY FUCKING OFTEN). But, she never told about this flesh-colored phallus.
“A woman has to relieve the tension after work, Mulder,” she says, plainly. “And, I didn’t know if we’d ever do THIS again,” she says, grabbing more than a handful of his firm ass-cheek, causing the entire length of his perfect penis to jiggle against her creamy inner thigh. “So, I needed a back-up plan.”
“It’s just… so big,” he says. “And, you’re so small. Can you fit that entire thing inside you?”
She laughs, “Remind me to show you sometime.”
Mulder rises out of bed and walks towards the fleshy monolith in the center of the room. She catches herself checking him out in the mirror atop the dresser. ‘Fuck, that body is something,’ she thinks.
He pushes the head of the toy, causing it to rock back-and-forth, its shadow bouncing off the wall like a jack-in-the-box.
“So, what, you suction this up to the headboard and back that ass up?”
“You make it sound so sensual,” she says, with a sarcastic smile, as she rises out of bed and walks over to him, her naked body meeting his in the mirror.
“Anyway,” she says, popping it off the dresser with a *THWOP* and holding the ten-inch dildo in her dainty hand. “Don’t make fun of ‘Bob.’ He’s been with me through thick and thin.”
“I’m assuming he was ‘the thick’ and you were ‘the thin’?”
“Shut up,” she says, giggling. “I happen to LOVE my BIG DICK!”
He laughs, “When you say it like that, it makes it sound like YOU are the one with the ACTUAL big dick.”
She picks it up and holds it to her soft orange pubic hair, wiggling it back and forth as though it were her own appendage. “Do you like my BIG DICK, Mulder?” she says, grasping it by its root, using a mock “macho man” voice.
“Quit messing around!” he says, shielding his eyes.
She pushes it against him now, pretending to hump him with it. “Come on, Mulder! Look at my BIG DICK.”
“Is that what you really want?” he asks, with a silly boyish grin.
She gently takes him by the shoulder and pushes him down to his knees, her toy now centimeters from his square jaw. From this close, Mulder is impressed by how realistic this particular item is, with its thick veiny shaft, slightly pinker swollen head and soft pair of balls. He wonders how she felt when she bought it, as the horny cashier tried to ring her up while trying not to picture her riding it. He pictures Scully, walking out of a sex shop, with this in a black bag, feeling so, very naughty.
“Yeah, baby,” she says, mocking his tone. “Isn’t it soooo big?!” She gently taps it against his cheek.
“Did you just cock slap me?!” he asks, fake incredulously.
“I’m just sooo hard,” she says, gripping the dildo by its shaft. “Can’t you help me get off?”
“How do you expect me to do that?”
“I want you to… suck it,” she says, arching her back and moving her head against his supple pink lips.
“Stop,” he says.
“I’m not joking,” she says. “I want to FEEL your PRETTY MOUTH on me.”
Mulder, on his knees, parts his lips as Scully pushes her cock into his mouth. But, the texture is unexpected and he gags. She kindly pulls back.
“Wow,” she says. “I could have predicted that you wouldn’t be good at this.”
“Let me try again,” he pleads. “I know I can do better.”
Scully shrugs, presenting her large erection to her partner. Mulder grabs Scully’s cock by its base and slowly works it down his throat, inch-by-inch, feeling her girth stretching his cheeks. Her veins are so pronounced he can feel the individual ridges against his tongue. When he hears her exclaim, “Holy fuck!,” he knows he’s swallowed her entirely.
“Fucking impressive,” she says. “You’ll be at my level in no time!”
Mullder pulls Scully’s dick out of his mouth and looks up at her with his hungry eyes, stroking it so she doesn’t lose her erection. “Can I keep sucking it, Scully?” he asks. Then, with more desperation. “Please?”
“Sure,” she says, casually. “If you want to?”
Suddenly, Mulder devours her cock, jerking and sucking it, his inexperienced mouth slurping and moaning all over her long member. “Mmm! Mmmmm!” he says, with Scully’s man meat jammed inside of him. She feels the vibrations of his moans traveling like a telephone wire up the rubber shaft, through the suction cup and directly into her clit.
“Fuck, Mulder,” she says. “Wow!” She looks down and sees what HE must see when she’s blowing him. Her cock, extended from her body, giving her a birds-eye view of his lips curled around her long shaft, his tongue working the tip of her head.
She glances at the mirror to see his full head of hair and muscular back, bobbing up and down on her crotch. She grips his head tighter now, fucking his face, pumping her cock against the back of her partner’s throat.
Against her leg, she feels a sharp movement.
Mulder is jerking off.
It started as a joke but now it has become very, very serious for Mulder. Instead of backing off, she chooses to help him.
“You like sucking my big, fat dick?” she asks.
“Mm-hm,” he responds, his mouth full of her glorious thickness.
“You’re sooooo good,” she says.
“Mm-hm,” he says once more.
He sucks faster now, while he strokes his own manhood, quicker and quicker.
“You’re such a good boy,” she says, lovingly fingering his head of hair.
“Mm-hm! Mm-hm!”
Just then, a warm splash of stickiness hits her perfect little feet, as Mulder’s screams of pleasure are drowned out by the contents of his mouth.
He backs off of her and falls to the carpet, lying on his back, trying to catch his breath.. His softening penis drips with his sticky discharge.
“I’m sorry,” Mulder says, slightly embarrassed. “I-I lost control.”
“You don’t have to be sorry,” she says, bending to kiss him on his bottom lip.
Then, with a smile. “You’re my good little cocksucker, aren’t you, Mulder?”