xfc: NEW, "1-900 OH-SANTA", by Char Chaffin and TBishop, (Episode 2, 2/3) NC-17, MSR Humor
Char Chaffin
Episode 2 (2/3)
Disclaimers in Episode 1
Feedback to: ch...@chaffin.com, fn...@uaf.edu
TBis...@aol.com
I don't want this to ever end, this heaven, this magic Mulder is performing
on me. Just knowing that I'm standing here and he's doing this to me is
nearly enough to push me over the edge. Oh, God! What he's doing to me...
That tongue. I stand, wearing nothing but my ruined stockings and stiletto
heels, looking like something out of one of Mulder's porn magazines, while
my partner's face is buried between my legs. And his tongue is buried even
deeper. Long, graceful fingers are gently rubbing and caressing the
delicate and receptive places he's found hidden beneath auburn curls. His
tongue devours the nectar produced by this stimulation, then plunges in
again to slowly lick and excite my aching inner walls. I can feel the
fires begin to burn as an orgasm starts building at my center. Mulder's
teeth nibble and feast on flesh ultra reactive to the slightest touch,
making me writhe against his mouth, overwhelmed by the sensation, consumed
with want.
He's moaning. God, he's moaning, and it's running right though me.
Mulder's deep throaty groans resonate inside of me, making my entire body
quake with his timbre. And above the high voltage hum he's charged me
with, is the sound of my own pleasure. Cries of untamed ecstasy. The
keening shouts of a woman who has not known the sexual touch of a man for a
very long time. A woman who has ached so deeply for this moment, a chance
to give herself over completely to love and longing, to sate her appetite,
and to submit to the will of the man who owns her heart.
It's too much and not enough, all at the same time. As I look down to
watch him, he's gazing up at me through long dark lashes. Our eyes meet in
this moment of passion, and I can only wonder if he sees the joy that
consumes me. I have wanted this for so long. Wanted HIM for so long.
"Oh! Oh, Mulder! God!" My trembling hands tangle through his thick mane,
grasping for anything to anchor me as he begins suckling my clit, and
plunging his fingers into me, over and over as far as he can. Just like I
asked him, just like I begged him to do. I can't stop the gasps and the
cries that escape me now. I'm so close... so close...
Then suddenly he stops, leaving me desperate and panting. "Noooo! Mulder,
please! Don't stop now," I plead with him.
But he's already positioned himself back on the sofa, reclining
seductively, one hand outstretched, waiting for me to come to him. God,
he's gorgeous. I'll never be able to look at another Santa in a mall in
quite the same way after this.
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Never in a million years could I have invented a scenario such as this...
that I would be meeting the eyes of my partner while in the throes of
pre-orgasm... look at her. It's the most incredible sight I have ever
seen. Trembling and flushed rosy pink all over, hair floating wildly
around her face and half-closed eyes staring down at me in aroused wonder
at what I am doing to her. Her hands scrape through my hair and try to
hold on, but I can feel their nerveless quaking; she's on the edge and her
muscles have no strength, yet I know at this moment her entire body is
energized and the blood pumping through her veins could boil an ice cube.
Scully glows as she begins to shudder; I can feel her inner walls beginning
the slow build toward climax and if I don't stop now this will all be over
too soon for her... and as I said before, I want this first time to last.
She's going to flay me alive if I stop... she's going to come too soon if I
don't.
I look up at her once more, still working my tongue and fingers deep inside
her; now she's thrown back her head and is gasping... Oh, Jesus, she is so
beautiful... I send one more sigh up into her, and pull away, leaning back
on the sofa. Her reaction is immediate and swift: eyes snapping open, a
look of shocked disbelief on her face as she moans, " Noooo! Mulder,
please! Don't stop now..." I try to smile at her reassuringly; hold out my
hand for her. On trembling legs she manages to take two short steps,
before I can catch hold of her hand and pull her down and into my lap,
positioning her so she's facing me. I smile again into her pleading eyes
and whisper to her.
"Not so fast, Sweetheart... I want to give you much more than just a few
minutes of this... I want to make sure you're really prepared to receive
Santa's 'gift' to you." Actually, Santa's "gift" is chomping at the bit to
be set free from inside these damn furry pants - but I know if I strip now,
it'll be all over, and I'm fighting to keep my head clear long enough to go
even further. Of course, the feel of Scully squirming on the pole between
my legs isn't helping matters; she can't seem to sit still. Guess I
created quite a stir up in there, didn't I? Man, what a rush... I did that
to her; reduced her to a mass of pleasure points, all clamoring to be set
free. The grin on my face seems to stretch forever... about as far as I
know my erection can reach. With one hand I caress Scully's soft skin, all
over her shoulders and her breasts; she presses her forehead against my
neck and shudders. My free hand goes for the sack next to me; I fumble
around until I find the bottle of oil. Scully rouses herself enough to see
me rummaging, and she slides her soft lips over my neck and shoulder, as
she murmurs to me.
"Whatcha got in the sack for me, Santa? Something good?" She's biting at
my earlobe now, and it's all I can do not to just toss her down and spear
into her. I open the bottle with shaky fingers, and hold it under her nose
so she can smell it The fragrance of raspberries floats between us, and I
lift the bottle to her shoulder and allow some of it to drip onto her skin.
As it slips down over one pale breast, I rub it in with my thumb, and then
put my mouth on her and suck all the oil off. Tastes so good...
raspberries and Scully. I repeat the procedure on her other breast;
mustn't neglect that one; it might get jealous. She's moaning again; that
sound I really like, and I pour some of the oil into my hand this time, and
run it down her body and into her silky curls, adding more flavor into the
delicious mix already present there... I can feel her nails digging into my
arms as I rub into her, and in a hoarse voice I tell her just how hungry I
am; how I have been starving for so long and I intend to make my first meal
a substantial one...
Then as my fingers begin plucking at her, and I wind my other hand through
her hair and tug her mouth to mine... she pushes at my shoulders, hard, and
off-balance I land sideways on the sofa... and in a flash she is on me,
grabbing for my loose suspenders and pulling at the stupid red furry pants.
With one hard tug she's got them down and off my legs, and all I can do is
lay there in stunned anticipation, my cock standing straight and no doubt
pointing to the real North Pole... if I had a compass I could always check
this out, of course... Then my thought processes turn to mush and the tiny
amount of blood left in my head evaporates as I behold one Dana Scully
plopping herself down on my swollen groin area with the oil in one hand and
a wicked glint in her eyes. She pours a healthy stream of oil into her
hand and drizzles it all over my abdomen, letting it coat my overheated
skin; then she leans into me and lets her upper body do all the massaging,
replacing her hands which are busy elsewhere. Oh, Christ... she's got her
small fingers burrowing in places that haven't been touched in so long...
I'm dying. Slippery with oil, her hands slide over every inch of me, all
of my throbbing skin, and her mouth follows. Her mouth, everywhere on me
but where I need it, crave it... around each of my balls, tongue teasing me
mercilessly; she blows warm breaths against me and the feel of it almost
sends me over the edge. I'm not gonna last much longer... gotta tell her
to stop... I manage to wheeze out a few gasping words, just as her hot
mouth closes over me and she takes me in, deep inside.
"Scully... Jesus... you're killing me, stop..." I am fighting for every
ounce of control I can muster, so afraid of losing it... I start to tighten
up, close to pain; I can feel it building and all she did was place her
mouth on me and slide down halfway and I can't hold onto it and I try to
grab her head to push her away but my hands seem to have lost all
functioning capabilities and as I wonder how in hell I lost the lead in
this little dance, Scully lets go with one last nip and tug and that little
routine is enough to send me flying... I somehow gather enough strength to
dig my fingers into her hips and yank her over and down onto me, impaling
her deep. She's so tight... so wet... I've never felt anything like
this... every sexual encounter in my life is reduced to less than dust, as
I connect with Scully for the first time; as we move against each other.
She's kissing me now, as deeply as I am plunging inside of her... and
somehow I have managed to hold onto some thread of control... maybe I *can*
make this last for more than two seconds... Oh, God... maybe not. I gasp
against her mouth as my hips jerk up into her - "Mmmmm, little girl... so
naughty. Santa's gonna give it to you good..."
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Not ten minutes have passed since Mulder arrived at my apartment, and I'm
fucking him like there's no tomorrow. Talk about being putty in his
hands... Oh, but God, I wanted him so bad. And this... this is right...
this is perfect. Mulder inside me, filling me, so deep... deep inside,
touching places in me that no one has ever touched before. When he first
took me I thought I would split in two. It's been quite a while for me,
and I was completely unprepared for the force of his entry. But as always,
I am determined to meet any challenge my partner can put before me. I kiss
him aggressively, forcing my tongue past his lips flavored with raspberry
and the rich fragrant essence of my arousal. We're both moaning, as I
press the kiss harder, wanting to swallow him up, greedy for every last
drop of this man I've been craving for years.
He thrusts up into me, then murmurs with heated breath upon my lips.
"Mmmmm, little girl... so naughty. Santa's gonna give it to you good..."
Sweet Jesus. "Yes. Give it to me. Give it all to me. I've been very
bad, Santa. Give it as hard as you can." My flesh on fire, cheeks
burning, lips hot, wet and hungry... fisted hands and manicured nails
digging into his skin. Mulder's hips are bucking into me, forcing himself
further inside; but as hard as I pound into him, I can't get enough.
"Mulder, Mulder... more, please, more," I beg him.
And then he says, "Hold on, Baby," and rolls us off the sofa in one swift
and impetuous move. We land with a not so graceful thud onto the floor.
"OH!" ...What the hell? "Um, Mulder?"
"You okay?" He's immediately concerned as he misconstrues the wincing
expression my face contorts into.
"Yeah, but..." Arching my back, I reach behind me and give a tug, pulling
out Santa's pack, which apparently slipped onto the floor when we rolled
off the sofa. It's now quite gooey and wet, the contents having been
ruined by our acrobatics... Mmmm, smells like strawberries. Mulder takes
the bag from my hand and reaches inside, grabbing a fistful of smashed
berries and... ooooh, chocolate too! Just as I start to laugh at the
adorable look on his face, he takes the mashed dessert, plops it on my
chest, and starts rubbing it over my breasts.
God, that's cold! My nipples pucker as he smears the chilly pulp over
them. He's intent on his work. Like an artist painting a masterpiece,
daubing bits of ripe delicious strawberries and thin pieces of chocolate
over my skin, his smoldering green eyes fascinated by his own work. As the
heat of my body starts melting the chocolate, Mulder takes the opportunity
to spread the sweet candy all over my chest, kneading the soft flesh of my
bosom with both his strong hands.
"Mmm, little girl, what a treat you left for, Santa. My mouth's watering
just looking at this feast." He slides his tongue over his full lips then
leans down and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, stroking it with his
tongue, sucking off the dessert, using his teeth to gently scrape the
chocolate off the very tip. "Heavenly," he mumbles in between nibbles.
My impish Santa looks up from his feeding, and sits back with a sly grin.
"Tell me, Baby, would you like some?" Then he takes his finger and scoops
a little of the berries from my other nipple, bringing it to my mouth.
"Open up and let me put it in."
Oh, God. My eyes close as a flutter of excitement rushes through my center.
Anticipating the sweet juice of the berries and the smooth creamy
chocolate, I open my mouth, but Mulder keeps his finger just at the edge of
my lip... teasing me. And when I try to lift up and take his finger into
my mouth, he pulls it away and shakes his head.
"I said open up and let ME put it in. You naughty girl, you have to wait
until Santa's ready to GIVE it to you."
"Please, Santa... Mulder... please. Now." How can he stand it? I'm
squirming beneath him, ready, so unbelievably ready to get this show on the
road. He's still as can be inside of me. Waiting. Building up the
craving.
He makes me wait a heartbeat longer before he finally takes mercy and
begins rocking his hips into me, thrusting in and out. And my eager mouth
is allowed to suck his finger clean. To get back at him for his cruelty I
make sure to bite the tip of his finger before he can pull it away. His
eyes narrow in warning, but he lets me continue licking the other fingers
and his palm until I have consumed every last drop of the syrupy residue.
Then he returns to making a meal of my breasts, his appetite becoming more
voracious, as he devours all of the stickiness with his hot tongue... And
suddenly Mulder's self-control is gone, his fucking becomes wild; he's
taking me hard... pounding away, giving me every last inch. Feels so
good... so good!
He's slamming into me with such fury that I have no doubt there will be
bruises on both of us tomorrow. Looking up into his lust driven eyes, I
brush away the beads of sweat that have collected on his forehead and he
smiles at me.
"Scully, baby... do old Santa a favor," he pants. "Wrap those sexy little
legs of yours around me." I do, I wrap my legs around his hips, but Mulder
slides them up even higher... around his back. "Right there... Keep them
there," he commands.
Either the men I've been with in the past have had no idea how to fuck a
woman, or Mulder has mastered the art; whatever the case, I've never felt
anything so incredible before. With a slight shift of his hips, Santa's
North pole finds this naughty girl's sweet spot, and my head thrashes back
and forth on the hard floor with each penetration. He's got me at the
precipice, ready to tumble into orgasm any second... he pushes into me with
one final hard thrust and cries out my name. He's coming... Mulder's
coming inside me, spilling into me with throbbing pulses of heat. His head
drops down to my chest and his open mouth latches onto my breast. He sucks
my nipple so hard that it hurts. And to my amazement, this... this
pleasure/pain, this idea that Mulder would be out of control with passion,
that he has become dangerous... it puts me over the edge. I'm coming
too... crying out to the heavens unable to contain my ecstasy, overcome
with the explosive force of my climax. Both of our bodies are rigid as the
sensation, the release, seizes us and catapults us into free-fall. And
then he collapses over me, his hot, sweaty naked body laying atop mine.
"Mulder?" I whisper breathlessly, my burning cheek pressed against his.
"Yeah, Baby... what?" he breathes into my ear, making me shudder, nearly
making me come again with only the rough sex-leaden timbre of his voice.
I find myself completely overcome with emotion, whimpering with relief and
joy beyond any happiness I have ever known. I've just made love to my
partner. And never have I let it all go like that, given myself over
entirely, lost myself in another person without being afraid of the
intimacy, without holding something back. But it's impossible to hold
anything back from this man. This is Mulder. He would never accept less
than the whole truth. And so I gave it to him, all of me, heart, mind,
body and soul, everything for him, because that's the only thing he would
have accepted from me. Anything less would have been a betrayal of the
trust that is the foundation of our bond. He lifts his head from my sore
but grateful breast and wipes at the tears that are running down my cheeks.
I feel stupid for crying. But Mulder is so sweet to reassure me. He
smiles tenderly and says, "Would you think less of me as a man if I cried
too, Scully?"
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to be continued in Part 3!
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