X Files Tooms The Voyeur Ch 01

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 had been three years since the murder of his brother. But it had been only a few weeks ago that he had learned of the death. Since then, Albert Alfred Tooms had wanted revenge. Like his twin brother, Albert was a mutated human, one with the ability to stretch his body beyond any human norm. No matter how small a space, Albert could squeeze himself into it, just like his twin, Eugene Victor Tooms.

They had not seen each other in many years, so it had taken a long time for him to learn of his brother's fate. Reading news articles, he had learned the FBI had been involved. Using his now unique abilities, he had infiltrated the FBI Headquarters in Washington D.C. From the records, something called an X-File, he had read the report concerning Eugene.

According to the X-File, Eugene had been captured by Special Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully and placed into psychiatric care. Having been released, he was then stalked by Agent Mulder who had finally murdered his brother.

Although they had not been close for many decades, Albert wanted revenge. After all, Eugene had been his twin brother, part of him since their terrible birth. Mulder had hunted and persecuted Eugene, so Albert intended to return the favour. Agent Scully had been part of it and so she would be the doorway to his vengeance.

It had taken some time, but now he had the home address for Dana Scully and was standing outside her building. Finding a drainpipe, he squeezed himself in, beginning his infiltration. However, once inside the building's pipes it became a maze and Albert soon found himself lost. After an hour he eventually felt he'd found the correct route.

Moving quietly, stealthily through the pipework, he ignored his tightly enclosed surroundings. A water blockage barred his path. Slowly, he cleared the impediment. Now he could see a diffuse light and moved closer to it. Careful not to make noise against the smooth, cool porcelain, Tooms pushed his head into a toilet bowl.

Dana Scully sat at her desk at home, completing a report on her laptop. Quickly finishing, she realised she needed to pee quite badly. Saving her file, she stood and headed for her bathroom. Since getting in from work, she had not changed her clothes, only removing her grey blazer. She still wore her grey pants and white stretch top.

Stepping into the bathroom, she raised the lid of the toilet, not looking down into the bowl. Still distracted by her work, she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them and her white panties to her knees. Sitting on the commode, she relaxed her bladder.

A shadow casting over him, Tooms looked up to see Dana Scully's descending ass. Twin pale cheeks getting closer, they parted, allowing the intruder to spy her asshole. A twisted knot pulling slightly open, the sphincter showed clear signs that Scully was a fan of anal sex. In front of it was the woman's quim; a pink slit surrounded by a sparse mat of red pubic hair. The smell of warm pussy was suddenly strong in the porcelain bowl as Scully settled on the seat above him.

Inches from his face, the folds of Agent Scully's pussy visibly relaxed. Lips peeling open ever so slightly, a few drops of warm pee dripped down, hitting him in the face. Mouth open in shock, Tooms wasn't ready for the stream of piss that followed. Hot pee splashed on his face, squirted into his open mouth. Eyes stinging, he closed them even as he closed his mouth. Automatically he swallowed.

What? She's pissing on me! And I...I'm drinking her pee!

Sitting on the toilet, Scully let out a sigh of relief as her bladder began to empty. Still distracted by thoughts of work, she didn't notice the sound from the toilet. She didn't notice the sound of pee hitting a man's face, the sound of swallowing, rather than her pee hitting water.

Inside the bowl Tooms opened his mouth again, eagerly letting it fill with more of the agent's piss. Swallowing again, he willingly drank Scully's warm pee.

It...it tastes good

, he thought. His skin tingled as the warm liquid bathed his face. Swallowing another mouthful, he savoured the taste this time.

It's nasty. It's disgusting. But...but I like it

. Deep in the pipe he was wedged inside, his cock was stiff and hard.

A few more pattering drops and the flow diminished then stopped. Opening his eyes again, Tooms licked his lips. Staring up at Scully's crotch, still mere inches from his face, he tried to memorise every part of it, every fold and crease of the red head's cunt and asshole. Inhaling, he smelled her pussy, the odour mixed with the salty smell of pee. Suddenly more light entered the bowl as the woman opened her legs. A hand holding toilet tissue descended. The tissue was wiped along that sexy red furred cunt, cleansing it of a few stray drops. Released, the tissue landed on Tooms' face.

With another sigh of relief, Dana wiped her crotch and stood up. Replacing the toilet lid without looking back, she flushed the commode. Washing her hands, she didn't notice anything strange from her toilet. Exiting her bathroom, she returned to her laptop.

Albert Tooms was forced to hurriedly escape as the bowl filled with fresh water. Squirming back through the building's pipework, his mind was full of conflicting thoughts. His plans for Scully had been scuppered. He still wanted revenge against Mulder, but now he couldn't stop thinking about the sight of Scully's crotch, the smell of her pussy and the taste of her pee. And his erection was very distracting.

Can't get my revenge right now

, he thought, sliding down through a drainpipe and exiting the apartment building. Mind awhirl with erotic images, he stalked off into the night, his erection leading the way.

For the next week Albert Tooms remained in a state of confusion. Although he still wanted revenge on Mulder, he couldn't stop thinking about Dana Scully. His thoughts kept returning to the incident in her toilet. And each time he'd spring a new erection and couldn't think of anything else until he'd wanked himself off. However, he eventually decided that he had to follow through. Mulder had to pay for his crime.

If I hurt her, I hurt him

.

Make him sweat and fear, knowing he's being stalked. Just like he stalked Eugene

.

Not wanting to repeat his previous error, Tooms took a few days to map the buildings pipework. Eventually he found an ideal way in, giving him access to both the bedroom and bathroom. Practicing the route, his clothes cleaned the access ways. Ready to infiltrate the home again, he was confident of not leaving any traces of his presence.

Let Mulder piece it together

.

Waiting in ambush, Tooms hid inside a vent overlooking Scully's bedroom. In preparation the screws holding the grate in place had been removed. After some time the lights switched on. Albert stretched his muscles, preparing to move, to strike once he had his eyes on his prey and she was off guard.

'I'll only be a moment, Mulder. I just need to pick up my go-bag,' said the voice of Dana Scully.

'You're always prepared, aren't you Scully,' quipped the voice of Fox Mulder.

'You know me,' she replied.

Damn!

thought Tooms. Through the grill, he watched as the sexy red head entered her bedroom. Opening a wardrobe, she retrieved a small travel bag before quickly leaving the room.

'Ok, Mulder, let's go. I wonder what Minnesota has in store for us,' Scully's voice said. A moment later the lights turned off and the sound of the front door closing.

Enraged, Tooms leapt from the small vent. Crossing the darkened bedroom, he looked out through the window. Down on the street he saw the two FBI agents climbing into a car and driving off.

'Fuck,' he said out loud, eyes tracing the receding taillights.

What now?

he pondered as the red lights disappeared around a corner. 'Fuck!'

Frustrated, Tooms headed back to the vent, knowing he'd have to leave that way to avoid possible detection. But he paused.

I'm alone in Dana Scully's apartment

, he thought. An idea struck him. In fact, it was an idea that he'd been thinking of throughout the past week. And now, standing in the red head's home, the temptation was too strong to ignore.

Stepping away from the vent, he flicked on the bedroom lights, confident that no one would notice and the agents wouldn't be returning. Looking around, he spied the laundry hamper. Licking his lips, Tooms raised the lid and saw Scully's dirty laundry. Rifling through the clothes he quickly recovered a pair of white pantyhose. Bringing the loose nylon to his face, he sniffed at the crotch.

'Oh, that's good,' he mumbled as the faint scent of pussy entered his flaring nostrils. He inhaled repeatedly, chasing the forbidden smell. Dropping the hose, he fished around the hamper again, this time pulling out a plain white bra. Pressing a cup to his nose, he inhaled the scent of Scully's skin, the sweat of her tit. Smiling, he sniffed at the other cup. In his trousers, his dick was already hard, already leaking pre-cum.

Reaching back into the basket, he retrieved a pair of black pants. Holding them open, Tooms sniffed at the inside seam, but couldn't smell Scully. But sniffing the back of them, he picked up a faint smell of the woman's sweat, her ass, on the seat of the pants. 'Nice,' he mumbled, sniffing harder, trying to catch more to the tantalising scent.

Dick throbbing, Albert wanted more. Dropping the pants to the floor, he again delved into the laundry basket. Ignoring a blouse, his fingers finally felt soft cotton. Pulling back, he clasped a pair of plain white panties, matching the earlier bra. Heart suddenly beating faster, he raised the panties to his face. Inhaling deeply he finally sampled the tangy aroma of Dana Scully's pussy.

Rubbing the soft cotton against his face, he deeply inhaled, over and over again. Nostrils filled with the heady scent of the woman's cunt clouded his mind. Sniffing the dirty panties, he could taste the woman at the back of his throat. Flipping them inside out, the man stared at the gusset. Dried pussy juice stained the small cotton panel.

As he stared at the wide mark of Scully's secretions, Albert's cock twitched and throbbed. More of his pre-cum seeped from his prick, staining his own underwear. With a moan, he buried his face in the used panties. Rich pungent full aroma filled his nose. Sniffing over and over, the underwear was pressed hard to his face. Dried secretions scratched against his flaring nose. His mind was ablaze with the smell, the texture of the cotton in his hands and images of Dana Scully.

Exploring the aromatic panties, Tooms ran his nose along them. At first all he could detect was pussy. But towards the front of the gusset the smell changed. Recognising something of the smell, he realised it was a drop or two of pee.

Oh, I remember that smell

, he thought. Sniffing further back he caught a slightly darker scent, the smell of the woman's ass, the sweat from her butt crack.

Nasty, but so fucking sexy

. Unable to stop himself, Tooms hurriedly tugged his zipper down and pulled his aching cock out. Continuing to inhale the dirty panties, he fisted his cock, hand moving up and down furiously.

'Oh, Scully! Oh, I'm...I'm gonna...'

Pushed over the edge from sniffing Dana Scully's dirty panties, the man felt his balls rising, his dick throbbing. Without thinking, he wrapped the stained gusset over the tip of his prick. With a groan the first bolt of semen shot out, captured in the crusty cotton. Another groan, another jet of cum. Hips thrusting, Tooms fucked his cum into Scully's used panties. Very quickly the spunk soaked through them. Teeth gritted, Tooms continued to unload, further soiling the already dirty briefs.

Eventually his wad blown and panting for breath, the voyeur pulled the sticky underwear from his prick. Looking into the gusset it was a mess. Fresh hot salty cum mingled with the dried crusty discharge from the FBI agent. Smiling, he dropped them to the floor, atop the pile of clothing he'd already enjoyed.

Satiated for the moment, Tooms looked around the bedroom. Drawn to the dresser, he pulled open the top draw. Inside he was confronted by the wonderful sight of Scully's underwear. Running his hand through the clothing, he felt the various fabrics she wore tight against her big tits, her round bum and her smelly pussy: silk, satin, cotton, lace and mesh panties and bras as well as nylon pantyhose.

For several minutes, Tooms entertained himself, pulling out and investigating different styles of panties, feeling the material between his fingers, rubbing them against his face. There were briefs, thongs, high-cut, slip shorts, hipster, bikini and several others he couldn't identify.

'Damn, Dana you've got a lot of panties,' he mumbled as he continued to explore the draw. Despite the temptation, he refrained from rubbing them on his cum-smeared cock.

Don't want to leave evidence. At least that first pair will get washed

, he thought.

Opening the next draw, his mouth fell open. Inside were more panties, but these included lycra, PVC and latex undies. There were also more lacy pairs, much more intricate. And the pantyhose had been replaced with stockings: sheer, seamed and fishnets, with suspenders to match. Most of the underwear were parts of sets, with bra's also in the more adventurous materials.

'Oh my god. Dana Scully, you sexy bitch,' Tooms muttered, eyes wide and glowing with building lust. Looking at the wide and exotic range of lingerie, he couldn't help but wonder what the FBI agent would look like dressed up in them.

Does she wear of any these at work?

Somehow he didn't think so. 'Leading some kind of double life are we Agent Scully?' he said out loud, smiling and brushing fingers over the panties, brassieres and stockings.

Opening the third draw his eyes fell upon a collection of corsets, basques, bustiers and cinchers. A moan of want escaped Tomms' mouth, his fingers running over the garments. Images filled his mind of Dana Scully wearing these, her tits pushed up and out. Her legs encased in stockings, tight panties moulded to her ass and cunt.

'Oh, I would love to see that,' Albert said, squeezing his freshly hard cock. 'I wonder...' he thought before rummaging through the draws again. 'Does she have any photographs?' Despite searching through the draws he didn't find any images and all the remaining draws contained normal clothing. Not willing to give up, Tooms opened the wardrobe. A low whistle sounded as he took in the collection of sexy high heels and even some thigh high boots.

'What kind of double life are you leading?' Tooms wondered, taking in the variety of footwear. Nothing else of interest could be found, just her normal work clothes and some casual items of clothing. Towards the back was a locked chest, with no key to be seen. Tooms briefly considered forcing the lock, but refrained knowing it would give away his trespass to the FBI agent.

Moving to the bed, he ducked down and looked under it. However, the space was empty, nothing stored there at all. Standing, the man glanced at the bed and smiled. Pulling the covers back, he looked down on where the beautiful red head slept.

And maybe other things?

Leaning down, he sniffed the sheets, trying to scent Scully. To his disappointment all he could smell was fresh linin.

Sliding a hand beneath the pillows, he brushed up against satin. Pulling, he retrieved a pair of silky white striped satin pyjamas. Excitement rising, he opened the PJs and sniffed the crotch. The musky smell of pussy filled his nostrils again. 'Oh, yes,' he mumbled, snuffling again, savouring the aroma. Wanking his cock, he smelt the nightwear for several minutes, rubbing his face against the smooth satin.

'Damn Scully, your cunt smells delicious,' he said.

Carefully folding the PJs they were replaced under the pillow. Hiding the infiltration, the covers were drawn back over the bed. Checking the bed was as he'd found it, Tooms' eyes fell on the bedside table. He had been putting it off, teasing himself with what he might find there. It consisted of a single shelf holding a couple of books and two draws. Opening the first revealed a bunch of random items including a flashlight, tissues, some skin lotion and batteries.

No key for the locked chest

.

However, in the bottom draw he found something else he had been hoping for: Dana Scully's vibrator. In fact there were two. Six inches long, a little over an inch thick, the first one was a creamy white in colour. Raised ridges encircled its circumference almost the entire length. Far large, the second was a Hitachi wand.

Eyes bright with renewed excitement, cock standing straight out from his groin, the burglar took the first sex toy. Raising it to his nose, he sniffed at it. Eyes wider, he sniffed again, savouring the strong aroma of pussy once more. 'Oh, you haven't cleaned it,' he moaned. 'Smells so good.' Twisting and turning the white sex toy, he smelled it all over. Peering closer, he could see traces of cunt juice.

Without hesitating, Tooms licked the vibrator. As his tongue brushed over the ribbed toy, a tangy flavour tingled on his taste buds. 'Oh, man. Scully you taste amazing.' Closing his lips around the toy, the voyeur sucked it into his mouth. Savouring the flavour embedded in the plastic, the toy moved it in and out of his mouth, ribbed texture delighting his lips. Between hollowed cheeks, his tongue roamed all over the vibrator, intent on devouring the tangy flavour.

Having licked up all the old cunt cream, Albert dropped the toy back into the draw and picked up the large wand. Sniffing at the soft rounded tip, he was disappointed he couldn't pick up much scent from it.

I guess it doesn't go inside her

, he thought, putting it back.

Looking around the bedroom, Tooms searched for obvious signs of his trespass. It was then he noticed he had not gotten to the bottom of the laundry hamper. Cock throbbing as his excitement increased, he once more reached into the basket. At the very bottom he felt something. Withdrawing his hand he held a sexy little red thong. Lifting the small garment to his face he inhaled. 'Damn!' he exclaimed. A strong smell of pussy, of Agent Scully's cunt, filled his nose. It was far stronger than what the man had experienced so far tonight.

Eagerly he investigated the pungent gusset. Where the white panties had been marked by a wide line of dried secretions, the entire gusset of the red thong was coated with the crusty discharge from Scully's twat.

No, that's not just discharge, that's cunt cream! Damn, she must have been so fucking wet when she wore these! Maybe she masturbated into them? Oh man!

Planting his nostrils against the thickly stained panel, he sniffed, hard and long, determined to imprint the odour in his brain. Almost hyperventilating, he sniffed over and over again.

Needing to catch his breath, Tooms pressed his tongue to the dirty thong. The rich tangy flavour exploded his taste buds again, but stronger than ever. He almost gagged, the flavour was so strong. Scrapping his tongue along the crusty mess, he licked at the gusset, eagerly savouring the taste. Saliva mixing, it turned the gusset damp then moist. Pushing the panel into his mouth, Tooms sucked on Scully's used underwear. In his other hand, he pumped his prick, hard and fast. Feeling his balls rising, his cum beginning to surge, the intruder grabbed the white panties from earlier and rewrapped the sodden garment around his cock.

Overcome with excitement, Albert Tooms stroked his cock, pressing the heads into a pair of FBI Special Agent Dana Scully's dirty panties. In his mouth, a red thong, his tongue pressed into the filthy gusset as he sucked it, tasting that same agent. Moaning, he shot a second load. Spurt after spurt erupted from him, mixing with the earlier load. His whole body seemed to vibrate as more and more seed erupted from him and into the woman's used underwear. Already soaking, the cotton was now sodden, the semen adding to the pussy stains.