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 apart 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 thought 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 beautiful 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 thought before parting her lips to engulf the bloated cockhead.
