Title: Wishing Out Loud 

Author: mimic117

Email: mimic1172@gmail.com

Rating: NC-17, without a doubt

Category: S, smut, A, smut, bad language, smut, threesome, 
smut

Spoilers: None for the show. However, this is the first of two 
small interludes that I decided to write within the Wishing To 
Serve You universe. Consider this as having happened on 
another one of their "play" weekends. If you haven't read that 
one yet, you probably should before you tackle this. I'll wait. 
~hums tunelessly, tapping foot~

Summary: If wishes were horses...

Keywords: M/S/O female to MSR I promise. Trust me.

Archive: All the usual suspects are free to filch at will. Any 
new suspects, just let me know where so I can gloat. I'll do 
Gossamer and Ephemeral myself, thanks.

Disclaimer: Like we'd ever see *this* on the show. ~snort~ 
Still, I didn't think up these delightful characters, more's-the-
pity. I'll give them back when I'm done.

Thanks: To the gang at Donnilee's Saturday chats for 
encouraging me to give this a try. They're such a great bunch 
of perverts. And to Jake, for the whip-crack beta and heavy 
breathing. You're the best of the best of the best, Twinsy.

Dedicated to Tali, the Queen of the Stalkers, on her birthday. 
Hope this holds you for a *little* while.

Feedback: Is printed out, fawned over and stroked to tatters 
at mimic1172@gmail.com

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Wishing Out Loud
by mimic117


I'm so happy, I'm actually whistling as I stroll down the hallway. 
I'd like to do cartwheels, but the ceiling's too low.

For the first time in months, we've got a weekend to ourselves. 
No casefile to take us out of town. No informants wanting to 
lure us down dark alleyways so they can beat us up. No plans 
for two whole days. Just kicking back and spending time 
together. What could be better than that?

I find out as soon as I unlock the door with my key. Scully is 
standing right in front of me, holding out the copper cuff 
bracelet in her palm. She doesn't say a word, doesn't move. 
Just stands there, very solemnly presenting me with the 
evidence of what we'll be doing this weekend. 

Every so often, she chooses to take us back into the Dom/sub 
universe we've explored in the past. I love these play 
weekends. I can leave my control on the floor with my clothes 
and give myself over to nothing more strenuous than pleasing 
my Mistress. It's freeing to know what's expected of you at all 
times. Although we never talk about it afterward, I think Scully 
likes it, too. She seems to save these times for special 
occasions. I never know when to expect it.

When she raises an eyebrow at me, I realize that I've just 
been standing here, grinning. I'm going to get in trouble and I 
haven't been inside the door for more than two minutes. 

I toe my sneakers off and bend down to pull off my socks. 
The socks go inside the shoes, which will sit in front of the 
coat closet for the whole weekend. I won't be needing them 
again unless we go out somewhere.

Next, I pull my shirt out of my jeans and drag it off over my 
head. She holds the bracelet closer to me. I take it and slip it 
over my left arm, pushing it up onto my biceps where it fits 
snuggly against the muscle. 

I lean down so she can fit two tiny, gold hoop earrings into my 
earlobes. I can still remember her excitement when she 
discovered that both of my ears were pierced. I haven't worn 
earrings since Oxford -- not exactly Bureau issue dress. But 
Mistress likes me to wear them. She especially likes to grab 
one with her lips and tug while we're having sex. I don't mind. 
It's as though my cock is connected to it by a thin wire. The 
sensation zings straight south the minute she starts to pull. 
It's damned erotic and just one more way of letting me know that 
I'm hers to play with as she pleases. 

Of course, the ring through my left nipple is a sign of her 
ownership, too. I wasn't too happy when she decided that I 
needed one, but getting it done wasn't as bad as I had 
expected. The miniature gold hoop matches the ones in my 
ears. By the time the piercing healed, I'd gotten used to 
wearing it. I don't bother to take it off most of the time, 
unless I'm planning to shoot hoops or swim. We have a running 
joke about what will happen the next time I'm hurt on a case. 
Scully says even if I've broken a leg, she'll pretend to perform 
CPR on me so she can get inside my shirt and take the ring off 
before the EMTs arrive. We're both only half joking when we 
laugh about it. I'd hate to find out the Bureau policy on body 
piercing the hard way.

The last thing I do is unbutton my jeans and pull the fly open. 
While Mistress never requires me to be totally naked, she 
doesn't allow me to wear under clothing. That's not a problem 
as long as I show up in jeans -- I never "dress" under them 
anyway -- but providing proof has become part of our play 
ritual. Considering the fact that my cock is well on the way to 
rock hard, it isn't difficult to prove that there's nothing 
between me and my Levi's. Not only is most of my pubic hair 
visible, but the base of my shaft is bulging out of the opening. 

Scully nods in approval. I've safely passed muster once 
again.

"Good morning, Mistress. I love you." 

That's always the first thing either of us says when she's done 
with her inspection. It lets her know that I'm ready for 
whatever she has planned. 

She smiles and replies, "Good morning, Pet. We have a guest 
today." She looks over her shoulder, and only then do I 
realize that I've been stripping in front of a larger audience. 

I automatically reach to cover the front of my jeans, but one 
glare from Scully makes me stop. She tips her head toward 
the woman standing in the living room and I understand that 
I'm supposed to greet her. 

Like this? With my cock playing peek-a-boo? Apparently, 
because Mistress nods and raises that eyebrow again. 

I'm not exactly comfortable with the idea, but my mistress has 
issued a command. We've never had company during play 
before, so I'll have to make this up as I go and hope I get it 
right.

I walk into the other room and stop a couple feet in front of our 
visitor. She's taller than Scully, with long, black hair and an 
Amazon's figure -- small waist, wide hips and heavy, full 
breasts barely contained by her low-cut top. Exactly the kind 
of woman Scully used to call my "type." 

She doesn't do a thing for me. 

But she's a guest, so I have to treat her as such. I'm not sure 
if I'm supposed to kneel or what. Mistress never makes me 
humble myself to her. She says it's degrading to both of us. 
But I have to do something to acknowledge this woman's 
superior position, because I have no doubt at all that I occupy 
the lowest spot on the totem pole right now. A bow might be 
appropriate, I believe.

I bend low at the waist, then straighten up without saying 
anything or taking my eyes off the carpet, because I haven't 
been given permission to speak or make eye contact yet. 
Besides, I don't know what to call her. 

"This is a friend of mine, Pet," Scully says. "You may address 
her as Lady."

Thank you, Scully. 

I lift my gaze to Lady's chin level but no higher. She reaches 
out and grasps my jaw, tilting my face up until I can see her 
eyes. They're a lovely blue-green, with long, black lashes. 
She holds my stare for a moment before her eyes drop and 
rake me from head to foot. Her gaze lingers on my crotch, 
where there's not nearly as much to see as there was just a 
few minutes ago. This stranger's appearance in the midst of 
our private time took the starch out of my stick in a couple 
seconds flat. Lady smiles at Scully.

"My compliments," she says. "He's not only beautiful, he's 
beautifully trained." She looks back at me and lets go of my 
jaw. "Hello, Pet."

I bow again. "Welcome, Lady. I hope you will tell me if there's 
anything you require."

She laughs, a rich, smoky sound that sends tingles up my 
spine. It's not that her voice is turning me on. There's 
something in her laugh that sets the hairs on the back of my 
neck straight on end.

"Oh, I'll let you know all right," she chuckles. She's got a 
self-satisfied smirk on her face.

I don't get it, but I don't think I'm gonna like it when I do.

I look over at Scully for clarification. The expression on her 
face is one I've never seen before. She's deadly serious and 
yet a bit hesitant. The hesitancy goes away when I catch her 
eye.

"Lady would like to join us today, Pet." 

My heart gives one huge thud. She wants to join us? As in 
*join* us? I can feel my mouth drop open, but no sound is 
coming out. 

Scully reads my mind and turns to Lady. "Excuse us for a 
minute," she says. "Please make yourself comfortable and 
we'll be right back." She takes my arm and pulls me toward 
the bedroom without waiting to see if Lady follows her advice. 
I stumble along behind her, so stunned that I wouldn't have 
the energy to resist if I wanted to.

Once we're inside the bedroom, she quietly closes the door.

"Is there a problem, Pet? Speak freely."

A problem? Hell yeah, I'd say there's a problem, Scully! You 
just told me that you want to give my body to another woman! 
How could you -- She -- I -- 

In spite of being allowed to speak my mind, I have just enough 
sense left not to blurt out the snarky comment that's on the tip 
of my tongue. I'm having a lot of trouble getting my thoughts 
in order, though. She waits expectantly, but doesn't say 
anything more. I take a deep breath which helps to clear my 
head. Okay. First things first.

"Exactly what is going on here?"

An eyebrow goes up. "I thought that was obvious. My friend 
wants to play with us."

It sounds so juvenile put that way, but I'm not inclined to laugh 
at the moment. The only thing I can think to ask is, "Why?"

"Why does she want to join us? Or why will you be having sex 
with her?"

She said "will," not "might" or anything else that could leave 
me with the hope that she's not saying what I think she's 
saying. She expects me to agree to this, but I don't know if I 
can. I don't know if I want to. I just don't know.

"Either," I reply. "Both. I just -- Why would you make me do 
this?" 

Scully leads me over to the bed and sits down. She pats the 
comforter next to her. I don't so much sit as collapse onto the 
bed in a sitting position when my knees give out. It's a wonder 
to me that I'm still upright at all. I feel like I should be 
flat on the floor in disbelief. I never imagined that Scully 
would ask me to do something like this.

She brings my hand up to her lips and kisses it. I can tell that 
this isn't easy for her, so that makes two of us. She sighs 
before she speaks.

"You know I love you."

I don't even have to think about it. "Yes, Mistress. I know."

"And you know how much I enjoy making love with you, no 
matter whether I call you Mulder or Pet."

I nod. I've never doubted that.

"But as much as I enjoy making love with you, I've never had a 
chance to *see* you making love to me. Do you understand 
what I'm saying?"

I'm beginning to get the idea. 

"So, you want me to have sex with your friend so you can 
watch?"

She sighs again. "Not entirely, but I guess you could say that." 
Scully squeezes my hand and earnestly gazes into my eyes. 
"Short of setting up a video camera, I'll never get to see how 
you look when you make love to me. I want to see you -- all of 
you. From every angle. The only way to accomplish that is to 
have you make love to someone else. I'd rather you did it 
willingly, but I could also make it a command. You know that."

She's right. If my Mistress says I have to do it, the only way 
out is to use my safe word. I haven't needed it even once yet, 
and I'd hate to start now. But can I do what she's asking of 
me? Can I have sex with another woman while she watches? 
What if I just can't get it up? What if Lady wants to do things 
to me that I don't like? Scully's never pushed me beyond what 
I can handle. She knows and respects me. 

She knows me so well, she picks up on all the questions I 
can't even begin to voice. 

"If I commanded you to have sex with someone, would you?" 
she asks.

"I'd do my best, but I can't say for sure." I may find out in a 
few minutes, though.

"Doesn't Lady appeal to you? She looks a lot like many of the 
women you've been with before."

Yes, she does remind me of a few other women I've known. 
She's lush, sensual, attractive -- and not Scully. I suppose it 
would be the dream of most men to have more than one 
woman at a time, but those men don't have Scully. Lady 
*would* have appealed to me before, but not now. Yet I'm 
sure Mistress knows that.

I chance a tentative smile. "My tastes have changed over the 
years."

She smiles back but doesn't reply. She's letting me work it out 
on my own, and I'm grateful for that. I glance at her and find 
that she's watching me intently. I can tell that my ultimate 
answer means a lot to her. I feel like I'm close to a decision, 
but I need to know something first.

"What if I can't perform?" Hell of a thought, but there it is, 
out in the open.

She nods solemnly. "Then we stop."

"At any time?"

"At any time. If you're uncomfortable or scared, you can use 
your safe word and we'll stop. If you just don't want to keep 
going, we'll stop. It's entirely up to you once we begin."

"Even if you command me to do it, instead of obtaining my 
willing participation?"

"Even then. I want this to be enjoyable for all of us, Pet. But 
I don't want to push you into anything you're not ready for." 

Something else occurs to me.

"I never knew you were bisexual, Scully."

She chuffs out a laugh. "I'm not all that interested in having 
sex with her, Mulder -- only in watching *you* have sex with 
her. But I may not just watch, either. I'm not bisexual, but 
Lady *is* and, a couple of times, she's offered to show me 
what it's like with another woman. Would you enjoy watching 
her lick me or suck my nipples while you fuck her?"

Boy, did *that* get my blood pumping again! A bunch of it just 
headed south at a high rate of speed. I know she deliberately 
used crude language to get a reaction from me, but I'm 
beginning to see why Scully's asking me to do this for her. 
Just the tiny mental flash I got of the two of them twined 
together was a huge turn-on. The idea of Scully with another 
woman makes my head spin, as though I'm not getting enough 
oxygen. She must feel the same way when she thinks about 
watching me with someone else, or she never would have 
asked.

She stands and says, "I believe you have enough to think 
about for now, Pet. Let's go offer our guest some coffee and 
then I'd like to hear your decision."

She tugs on my hand and pulls me toward the door. When I 
stand, my jeans slip down a bit and I realize that they're still 
gaping open. We've been talking this whole time with my 
crotch free in the breeze. It never occurred to me that I should 
button up because no one told me I was allowed to. Right 
there is the proof that, as her slave, I can only do whatever my 
Mistress commands. If I really want to please her, I'll agree to 
what she's asking now, too. She's given me permission to 
enjoy another woman's touch. It's no longer my choice, and 
that makes all the difference. 

Suddenly, I feel like I can do this. It's what my Mistress wants. 
It will give her pleasure to watch us and make her proud of me 
for obeying. I'm surprised that Phoebe never thought of 
commanding me to screw someone else, male OR female, as 
a form of humiliation. But that would have meant sharing me, 
and Phoebe was never very good about sharing her toys. Not 
once during our talk did it occur to me that Scully wanted to 
humiliate me. I can trust her. She loves me unconditionally 
and would never do anything to hurt me. When I look at it 
from that perspective, it's not hard to decide.

"Wait." I pull back on her hand before she can open the door. 
"I'll do it."

She turns. The look in her eyes is grave. 

"Willingly?" she asks.

"Yes."

"You won't hold back?"

"She'll never know that there was a doubt in my mind." 

"Why?"

She has a right to ask that, so I give her the most honest 
answer I can. "Because you want me to."

Her smile nearly blinds me. I can see relief, love and approval 
shining in her eyes. It brings tears to mine. 

"Do you know how much I love you, Mulder?"

I smile back. "At least as much as I love you."

She blinks a few times, sniffs, then nods. She pulls herself up 
to her full height and gives my hand another tug. 

"Well," she says, her voice taking on the confident tone of 
Mistress, "I believe you owe our guest an apology for making 
her wait. Come along, Pet."

She opens the door and we walk back to the living room, hand 
in hand. She releases me once we get there and gestures for 
me to proceed. 

I don't try to cover myself this time. I know my place and what 
I need to do. Lady is sitting on the couch, reading a 
magazine, but she looks up as I stride forward. Stopping 
directly in front of her, I go down on one knee. 

"My deepest apologies for neglecting you, Lady," I say. 
"Please, tell me how I may make amends."

Her bare foot reaches toward me and digs into the hair 
sticking out of my fly, then tickles up the middle of my stomach 
to my chest. She nudges her toes under my chin until I raise 
my head. I allow her to see the sincerity of what I'm offering 
in my eyes. She smiles gently, then turns her gaze to Scully.

"Congratulations, my dear. You are an incredibly lucky 
woman."

"Yes," she replies, "I am." The pride in Scully's voice makes 
my heart ache with love for her. 

Lady brushes her toes across my bottom lip, so I reach out 
and take a lick. It's what I would do if they were Scully's toes. 
I think that's the best way to play this scene -- do the same 
things I would if it were just her and I. 

Lady's smile widens and she pushes her big toe between my 
lips. I suck on it, pulling the digit into my mouth and swirling 
my tongue around the painted nail as I hold her gaze with 
mine. She draws in a sharp breath and I watch as her pupils 
dilate before she pulls her toe out of my mouth with a soft 
"pop." 

Maybe this isn't going to be so bad after all.

Scully walks around us and sits down on the couch next to 
Lady. I switch my gaze to her face and find nothing but 
approval there.

"What do you suggest we do with him?" she asks. "I was 
going to suggest some coffee first, but since you're my guest, 
I'll let you decide."

The other woman studies me with a speculative gleam in her 
eye. "I think.... Yes. A shower to start things off. Soap can 
be such fun. Don't you agree?"

Scully nods. "A very good idea. Would you like to take care 
of that yourself?"

Lady glances from me to Scully and back again. "Is your 
shower big enough for three?"

There's a wicked light in Scully's eyes when she answers, "I 
think that can be managed."

The idea alone is making my heart race and sending more 
blood to my groin. All three of us at once. One in the front, 
one in the back, four soapy hands all over my body -- Jesus, 
I'm gonna bust out of these jeans if they don't get them off 
soon.

Scully rises from the couch and says, "Go into the bathroom 
and get ready, Pet. We'll be there in a moment."

When I stand, my pants finally give up the fight to stay on and 
drop straight to the floor. 

Mission accomplished.

Lady grins and rakes me with her gaze again. "How very 
convenient," she drawls. 

I'm completely naked in front of a total stranger. I can feel my 
face turning red, but I know better than to try and hide myself. 
This is what Mistress wanted -- to share my body with her 
friend. My entire body. Every tiny part, and one not-so-tiny 
one. Besides, I'm aroused enough that it would be difficult to 
hide behind my hands alone. So I remain where I am while 
Lady blatantly checks me over. 

She licks her lips and my cock twitches. "Impressive," she 
murmurs. "I can hardly wait."

I look over at Scully and can't believe what I'm seeing. Her 
face is flushed and she's breathing fast. It's turning her on to 
have someone else see me naked. Hot damn! My cock 
twitches again and she gasps. 

Now I'm absolutely sure that I'm doing the right thing. I've 
rarely seen her this aroused. I remember her last order and 
decide that this is a good time to follow it.

"I'll be waiting for you both in the bathroom, Mistress. Lady." 
I step over my fallen jeans and walk off down the hallway, not 
daring to look back at them. I'm getting harder by the second 
because I know that they're watching my bare ass as I move 
away. 

Setting out towels, shower gel and shampoo takes some of 
the edge off my erection. By the time both women join me, I'm 
not at full extension any longer. But I know it won't last as 
soon as Lady opens her mouth and says, "Undress me."

Well, that won't take long. She's obviously not wearing a bra 
and I wouldn't bet on panties, either. I look over my shoulder 
to see Scully already removing her own clothes. I would have 
liked to do that myself, but she didn't ask. 

I turn back to Lady and grasp the lower edge of her shirt. She 
puts her arms over her head as I slowly draw the fabric up. It 
catches on the bottom of her breasts and they bounce as I 
drag the shirt off. They're huge. Heavy, full and lushly round, 
with small, dark nipples that are standing in peaks. It would 
take both of my hands to cover one of them; not like Scully's, 
which fit perfectly in the palm of one cupped hand. 

Scully's right -- I would have been attracted to Lady at one 
time. Even though I now find another type of woman more 
appealing, today I've been given permission to enjoy Lady's 
body. So I do. 

Bending down, I lick one nipple, then the other. She hisses. I 
do it again as I palm her flesh and knead. She moans. I draw 
one nipple into my mouth and suck while my fingers pinch the 
other one. She wails and pulls my head closer until my nose 
is buried in her breast. 

What a way to suffocate.

She lets me go long enough to push my mouth over to the 
neglected nipple. I can take a hint. She seems to like it 
rough, so I nip and chew at the small, brown point. She nearly 
unbalances me by pulling one of my legs between hers and 
dry-humping it. 

I hear Scully turn on the shower behind us and realize that I 
haven't touched her once since our play began. But she 
hasn't asked me to, so I guess it's okay. The sound of the 
running water reminds me why I'm here and that I need to 
finish my task.

I release Lady's breast and steady her when she sways. I 
unzip her jeans and push down on the waistband until her 
pants slide toward the floor. I was right -- no panties. That's 
not a surprise, but the lack of pubic hair *is*. She's completely 
smooth. I've never been with a woman who shaved it all off. 
She answers my startled look by taking my hand and guiding it 
to her mons. 

It's silky. Soft. Like the rest of her skin. But it feels 
strange to me, not to have that rasp of curls against my fingers. 
She shifts one leg to the side and I follow her unspoken 
invitation to explore her folds. She's smooth there, too. And 
very wet. I wonder how I'll feel to her when I'm inside her. 
Will my pubic hair tickle? Or scratch? I catch myself wondering 
if Scully has ever shaved there. I'll have to ask her. Later.

Lady cups the sides of my face with her hands and pulls my 
lips down to her. I hadn't considered the fact that I'd have to 
kiss her. I haven't kissed anyone but Scully in a very long 
time. Lady tastes different. Still soft and moist, like Scully, 
but her flavor isn't known to me. The pressure of her lips is 
strange, but exciting. Her tongue twines around mine as I feel 
a familiar set of hands wrap around my renewed hard-on. 
Scully's behind me, her naked breasts pressed against my 
back as she strokes me from root to tip to root, over and over 
again. Lady's fingers trail down my chest and tug on the 
nipple ring. I moan into her mouth.

I think I'm ready. In fact, I don't think I could be more ready 
than I am right now. 

Lady ends our kiss, leaving me panting for breath. She smiles 
and holds out her hand to me as she walks into the shower. I 
follow and feel Scully enter as soon as I'm inside. She shuts 
the door behind her. 

It's a bit crowded, but I'm not complaining. 

Scully squirts some shampoo into her hand. "Bend down so 
we can wash your hair."

She said "we" not "I." Is there anything more erotic than 
having two women wash your hair at the same time? 
Massaging and scratching my scalp with their long nails while 
the soap tickles down my body in the shower's spray. Well, 
maybe the feel of Scully's tongue following the suds trail down 
my back and over my ass *is* a bit more erotic. Hell. This 
entire experience is beyond any wet dream I've ever had! I'm 
starting to think I'm not gonna make it out of the shower with 
my payload intact. 

Lady picks up the bath gel and squeezes some into her hand. 
I laid out a couple washcloths, but it looks like she prefers the 
hands-on approach. She passes the gel to Scully and starts 
smoothing her hands over my chest. Scully does the same 
thing to my back. I'm being slicked with suds by two beautiful, 
naked women at once. 

Does life get any better than this?

Oops. I spoke too soon. Lady just moved from my chest right 
down to the part of my anatomy that's most prominent at the 
moment. I can't decide what to do with my hands, but if she 
keeps dragging her nails over my balls, I'll be leaning on the 
walls for support very soon. 

Scully's busily soaping the crack of my ass and between my 
legs from behind. I can feel their hands bumping together and 
tangling as they both try to stake a claim on the same territory. 
Scully doesn't giggle, so that sound must be coming from 
Lady, who chortles, "I haven't had this much fun in a long time. 
Are you enjoying yourself, Pet?"

All I can manage is, "Uhh..."

"That means 'yes'," Scully translates with a chuckle in her 
voice.

Lady switches to washing my legs. I focus lust-bleary eyes 
downward and watch her huge breasts swaying in the spray 
bouncing off my body. Her skin becomes flecked with soap as 
it splatters before being carried away. She reaches my feet 
and tenderly cleans them with her hands, concentrating on 
each toe as she squats on the floor of the shower. Finished, 
she looks up at me and very deliberately runs her hands over 
my engorged cock, rinsing off every speck of suds. 

I'm so long and stiff, I could pole vault with the damned thing.

I can feel Scully rinsing the soap off my back and ass, 
carefully gliding her fingers down the crack and under my 
balls. I'm gonna be squeaky clean by the time they get done. 
In fact, squeaking is about all I can do at the moment. I lost 
the power of coherent speech a long time ago. Now, I stick to 
panting, gasping, groaning and coughing out the water 
droplets that I inhale every few minutes. 

When she's satisfied that my cock is sparkling clean, Lady 
rises up on her knees and reaches toward me with her open 
mouth. Her breasts collide with my thighs as she swallows 
half my length. 

Shit! This is amazing. The sensation of a hot mouth around 
my wet penis, Scully's hands exploring where the sun don't 
shine, Lady's hard nipples rubbing up and down my legs as 
she strokes me in and out between her stretched lips -- 

Please, God, let me hang on just a little while longer.

But it's not to be. Devil that she is, Scully slides a slender 
finger into my ass while I'm busy watching the show in front. 
She *knows* that drives me crazy. She *knows* I can't hold 
my orgasm back when she does that. I don't think she knows 
exactly how close I am right now, though.

"Sc -- Mistress, don't -- st ---"

"It's okay, Pet," she murmurs in my ear. "We have all day for 
you to recover. All weekend to play again and again. You've 
been so very good, you deserve a reward. Let it go. You 
have my permission to come." 

God! All day with these gorgeous, sensuous women. Maybe 
all weekend! She couldn't stop me from coming now if she 
threatened to beat me. My balls tighten to the point of pain. 
This is gonna hurt so good...

Lady nods her agreement with my cock still in her mouth and 
that's all she wrote. 

I fling my head back and roar with the release. It feels like 
I'll never stop coming. If I'm not shooting bone marrow by now, 
I have no idea why. 

Lady milks me with her mouth for a few seconds, then pulls 
away to let the last couple of spurts hit her in the chest. If I 
wasn't totally spent, I'd be turned on all over again. But I can 
barely hold myself upright anymore, let alone contemplate a 
second round. 

Scully props me up against the wall, then helps Lady rinse off 
her breasts. Any other time, the sight of both of them fondling 
her would have me as hard as steel, but this time, I can only 
blink in amazement. One of them shuts off the water and the 
other one opens the shower door. I can't even tell who's doing 
what because my eyes are starting to close. 

The last thing I'm conscious of is being dried off and led 
toward the bed. 

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"And that's where it always ends." Mulder groaned as Scully 
kneaded his balls. The rhythmic massage of her fingers sent 
shivers running all over his body. 

"So you're 'beautiful' and 'impressive', huh?" she asked. 

He threw one arm over his eyes as she engulfed his cock with 
her mouth. "Um, that's what you're always telling me. And 
you're... um, you're Mistress, and Mistress is always right."

"Mm hmm," she hummed around him. The vibration was even 
more distracting than her hands on his balls. It took a moment 
before he realized that she'd released him and was asking 
something else.

"Could you repeat that last question?" he rasped. "I lost track 
of the conversation for a second."

She chuckled. "I asked if this is a fantasy you're interested in 
or afraid of, Pet. I couldn't quite tell."

"I'm not sure, either. I never get past that part of it, so I 
don't know how it ends. I have to admit, it's got possibilities, 
but I've always been a one-woman man. I just couldn't stop 
thinking about it."

"Does the idea of sex with another woman appeal to you, even 
now?" He could hear the hurt in her voice, even as she tried 
to keep her tone neutral. He lowered his arm and looked her 
in the eyes.

"You know I would never seek out sex with anyone else. I love 
only you."

She arched an eyebrow at him. "Then why?"

He sighed. "It's the idea that you could force me to do it." 
Her other eyebrow rose as well and he nodded. "It turns me on 
to know that you have the power to *make* me do whatever you 
want. Even if it's having sex with another woman."

"What if it was another man, instead?"

He grimaced. "Well, I suppose..."

"Would you be able to perform under those circumstances?"

He trailed his hand down her arm and twined their fingers 
together.

"My only thought is to please you, Mistress. If you told me to 
do it, I'd try my best. It might not be easy, but it *is* my 
duty to do what I'm told."

"Even if it goes against your natural preference?" 

"Even then. But if you were watching, I think I could do it."

"What brought on these thoughts?"

"Well, you were the one who wanted a bedtime story, so I 
figured I'd share."

"It seems to me that *I* was the one sharing." She wrapped 
her hand around his balls again, but this time she squeezed 
none too gently. "And don't get mouthy, Pet. I have ways of 
making you behave, you know."

She let him go and ran her hands over his chest, tweaking the 
nipple farthest away from her while she tongued the closer 
one. Mulder squirmed on the bed, his legs stretching and 
flexing until one of them became wedged between her knees. 
She released his nipple with a scrape of her teeth and looked 
at him with a speculative gleam in her eye. Before he realized 
what she had in mind, Scully had straddled his leg and was 
slowly gliding up and down, humping his shin and grinding her 
sex against his knee. He could feel the trail of moisture she 
was leaving behind as it cooled on his skin in the air-
conditioned room.

"Um, Mistress? Is it possible that *you're* interested in this 
particular fantasy?"

She leaned over on a down-stroke, then dragged her breasts 
up his thigh as she glided back toward his kneecap.

"Mmmmm. Maybe. I don't know. I've got a couple fantasies 
of my own to consider first, but yours is rather intriguing. 
I'll have to think about it. A lot."

The sweep of her breasts over his groin and back down his 
thigh was counterproductive to conversation, but Mulder didn't 
care. He could spend the rest of the weekend doing nothing 
else. It wasn't until the silence had gone on for several 
minutes that he realized she hadn't told him anything about 
her fantasy.

"Well?"

"Well what, Pet?"

"Aren't you going to share your fantasy with me?"

An imperial eyebrow rose toward her hairline.

"So now you're *demanding* things from me?"

"Never. I only want to enjoy whatever you wish to share with 
me."

"Maybe later, then. If you're good."

Her finger circled his left nipple, scratching a trail around 
the dark, puckering bud.

"And maybe," she purred, "we'll have to see about getting you 
that nipple ring." 

Mulder groaned, and not just because she was now tapping 
her nails up and down his rigid cock. 

He knew he never should have mentioned the nipple ring. 

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THE END

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