SPECIAL AGENT DANA SCULLY--ALIEN MIND CONTROL SLUT (PART 2)

Special Agent Dana Scully arrived at FBI headquarters at precisely 7 AM.
After her troubling dream from the night before, she had found it
impossible to sleep, and finally gave up and got out of bed.  She turned
on the classical music station on her Wave radio and made fresh-ground
coffee. What did her dreams mean?  There she had been in the alien
spacecraft, naked and cold, sucking cock after cock, swallowing load after
load of sweet salty cum, her shivering body soaked with perspiration and
dripping with sticky semen.  Dana involuntarily swallowed and licked her
lips.  What would Freud have said?

She padded into her spacious bathroom and stepped into the large ceramic
shower.  The water was warm and steamy, and slowly she  began to relax.
She lathered her fashionably cut red hair and vigorously massaged her
scalp under the soothing hiss of the shower head.  After she was done
shampooing, she picked up a razor from the soap dish and quickly shaved
her legs and armpits, and then carefully began shaving her pubis.  Dana
frowned.  When had she started shaving her pubic area?  She honestly
couldn't remember. Oh wait!  Now she remembered:  After she had returned
from her abduction (or whatever it was--she still didn't have a valid
scientific explanation for the bizarre occurrence, and would not rest
until she found one), she noticed her pubic area, from the curve of her
navel down to the soft cleft between her thighs, had been completely
shaven.  She was embarrassed, and had tried to let the soft red hair grow
back, but it was uncomfortable and, besides, whenever she thought about
not shaving herself every morning, for some reason the impulse was
instantly forgotten.  So she kept herself completely denuded down there,
even in the tiny space between her vagina and sphincter.  It took time,
but, for some reason, it was worth the extra effort.  Not that she had
anyone to show it to!  She smiled under the shower spray.

After she was done shaving, she quickly washed the soap off her legs and
breasts, and gently brushed her fingers across the tiny scar on the back
of her neck.  It was almost completely healed.  She remember what Mulder
had said--alien implant indeed!  Honestly, he was like a schoolboy
sometimes--aliens this, alien that.  There was a perfectly reasonable
scientific explanation for all of these things, and Dana refused to have
her neck x-rayed or even talk about it any more with Mulder.  She had
jumped over so many fences, run down so many dark corridors with her
flashlight, it was a wonder she wasn't *more* scuffed up!

After her shower, she put on her make-up and blow-dried her hair.  Before
she got dressed, she reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out a
bottle of Johnson's Baby Oil.  She squeezed a generous amount into her
palm, and rubbed the warm slick lotion into the folds of her bare pussy,
massaging the shaved skin.  She did this every morning, and it really
worked wonders.  She briefly tweaked the nub of her clitoris between her
two fingers, and unconsciously bit her lower lip.  On impulse, Dana pushed
her hand farther between her legs, bent over slightly, and slipped two
fingers past her oiled cunt and deep into her asshole, lubricating the
slick, tight hole.  She sank her delicate fingers almost to the third
knuckle, then, sighing, took her hands away and began to wash them in the
sink.  What on earth had possessed her to do *that*?  She smiled--she had
to admit, though--it felt very, very good.

After finishing her morning regimen, she quickly finished dressing in a
freshly dry-cleaned  Donna Karen skirt  and jacket ensemble, complemented
by a crisp cotton blouse and two gold earrings.  She slipped into her
sensible leather low-heel shoes, flipped off the hall light, and she was
on her way.

It was very quiet in the basement of the FBI Headquarters at 7 AM.  Most
of the agents and administrative workers did not begin their days until
nine. It gave Special Agent Dana Scully some quiet time to think and
reflect before she began what was sure to be a busy day of running down
X-files with Mulder.  (Mulder himself usually didn't arrive at the office
until well after 10 AM, usually ambling in with a 2-day growth of stubble
and another story of alien corpses and chasing down government
conspiracies. Men!).  She found a sealed manila envelope lying on her
chair.  The postmark was from Comity.  She sat down at her desk and used a
fingernail to tear open the package.

Inside the envelope were pictures, over a dozen of them, taken with a
portable Polaroid camera.  They were pictures of women--girls, really. 
She recognized them right away--they were Margi Kleinjan and Terri
Roberts, the two girls they had investigated some months ago, shortly
after Dana's abduction.  Satanic cheerleaders, the newspapers had dubbed
them, though she and Mulder had discovered the girls to be harmless and
not responsible for their own actions.  But these pictures--these pictures
were something entirely different.

>From what Dana could make out of the background, they were in Terri's
bedroom--she recognized some toy stuffed animals on the bookshelf.  But
the real animals were in the front the pictures.  Both girls, no more than
teenagers, were completely naked.  In the first picture they were both
facing the camera, legs completely spread, hands holding their soft young
breasts, their hardened nipples jutting out noticeably, smiling for the
camera.  Dana noticed their pubic areas had been completely shaven, and
glistened with juice.  In the next picture, the girls were kissing
open-mouthed, their tongues entwined.  Each had the other's hands tight
against her own hairless pussy.  The third picture introduced something
new--a cock, and quite a good size one, at that.  Terri had one hand
tightly around the base, and Margi was underneath her, her tongue
extended, lapping at the hairy ball sac and crinkled asshole.  There was
no identification of whose cock it was, but it was obvious whomever it was
was having a ball, literally, what with two horny teenage girls taking
turns lapping and sucking on his engorged cockshaft.  The final few
pictures showed the aftermath of all this stimulation: both the girls
faces were covered in jizz!  it was dripping from their lips and
chins--even their noses..  It was smeared on their cheeks,  and blobs of
cum stuck to their hair.   Their pink tongues were extended and coated
creamy white.  It was obvious they had tried to swallow as much as they
possibly could, but there was just too much cum!  Throughout all the
pictures the girls were smiling and giggling, their heavy-lidded eyes
fogged over in obvious lust.  And the final, cum-drenched finale certainly
showed they'd gotten just what they deserved.

Dana  reached back into the envelope.  A single sheet of paper came out.
Written in a childish hand on stationary decorated with kittens, the note
read: "Dear Dana--Here we are, just like you said, all moist and juicy.
That cock tasted so good!  Wish you were here to suck it with us!  We
can't wait to see you again!  Margi really wants to suck your asshole! 
PLEASE call us soon!"; Then a P.S. in a different script, probably from
Margi:  "I *DO* want to suck your asshole, Dana.  Will you please let me? 
I'll do anything you want.  You know I will."  The end of the letter was
decorated with hearts, X's and O's, and at the very bottom the paper was
dark and stained.  Dana held the letter  to her face and sniffed.  It was
as she suspected--the letter reeked of pussy juice.  Both of the girls
must have held the finished letter tight against their shaven wet slits to
capture all the teenage girl juice.

Dana dropped the letter and shook visibly.  She looked down at herself,
and found her own legs were spread apart about as far as they could go. 
She felt the juices oozing from her shaven snatch onto the leather
upholstery. She reached down to adjust her panties.  Her panties!   Dana
gasped.   It was almost unbelievable, but she was not wearing panties. 
She was completely naked underneath her Donna Karen skirt!  How could she
have let this happen?  It was like a bad dream!  Still, she couldn't
resist slipping a single finger below her waist, tracing the slit of her
pussy, and gently rolling the knurled hood of her clit.  God, that felt
good.

"More fan mail?"  Dana turned and gasped.  It was Fox Mulder, of course,
in at work much earlier than usual.  Luckily her chair had been facing the
wall, so she was reasonably certain Mulder has not seen her there, with
her skirt hiked up, wearing no panties, her legs spread brazenly apart,
and her fingers sliding and squelching on her drenched shaven pussy as she
stared at the Polaroids of Satan's cheerleaders sucking an enormous
disembodied prick. She quickly flipped the pictures over and stuck them
back in the envelope, along with the sweet-smelling letter.  Mulder's back
was turned as he switched on his desk lamp and rearranged the day's
X-files, so he saw nothing.

"Oh, good morning Mulder."  Dana's voice was shaky.  " You're in early.  I
was just... going over these autopsy photograph from the plane crash."
That was their latest X-file--a four-seater private plane had crashed in a
wooded area just outside of the Washington,  but instead of the four
mid-level executives the authorities had expected, they had found the
frozen remains of three deformed animal-like creatures (though she was
sure Mulder would call them aliens, of course).

"Well you know how much I love the wee morning hours," said Mulder.  "And
besides," Mulder sorted through his stacks of colored folders and
confidential government documents, "I got a call that Skinner wants to see
us right away."

Dana's eyes widened.  "Really?  What for?"  Dana briefly flashed on last
night's nightmare, of being forced to suck score upon score of thick
cocks, all belonging to the Assistant Director, all while undergoing her
alien abduction.

"Don't know.  Probably just another dressing down for the suits upstairs,
to tell us we're wasting our time, or to warn us not to go where we're not
wanted."  Mulder was smiling.  "But I like to go where I'm not wanted."

Dana smiled back nervously.  She loved her partner dearly, but he had a
talent for getting on the wrong people's nerves.  She stood up and pulled
at her skirt.  Hopefully no one would realize she was spending the day not
wearing panties.  She couldn't really smell herself, and most of the
juices coated her inner thigh, away from the material of the skirt. 
"Well, she said, "let's go."  It would be better to meet Skinner with
Mulder there in the room and try to face these bizarre nightmares she'd
been having head on, rather than seeing him alone and projecting her
anxieties on the innocent Assistant Director.  Like everything in the
physical world, this too could probably be easily explained with a
logical, scientific explanation.

They reached Skinner's office at 7:30 AM precisely.  Mulder knocked
lightly on the door and they let themselves in.  Assistant Director
Skinner was sitting at his desk in his trademark white shirt and a red
tie.  The shirt was stretched tight around his bulging arms and chest--it
was obvious Skinner found time between his desk work to work out at the
gym.  Dana flashed on a memory from her dreams of Skinner's tight stomach
muscles, dotted with tiny drops of sweat, but quickly squeezed the thought
from her mind.

Mulder sat down.  "You wanted to see us, Sir?"  Dana sat down in the chair
beside Mulder, taking care to keep from crossing her legs.  She could feel
the slippery wetness between her legs, and the feel of her bare ass
pressing against the material of her skirt.  She hoped this meeting would
not last long because, despite her best efforts, she was having trouble
concentrating.

Skinner looked up from his paperwork.  "Yes.  I appreciate you seeing me
on such short notice." Skinner moved his big hands across the papers on
his desk.  "I've been reviewing this preliminary files on the Gunderson
plane crash.  I was hoping you could brief me on your findings to date."

"Certainly, Sir."  Mulder began a  quick run-down on what they had found
so far.  The FAA had received a distress call at 0800 hours on a shortwave
band normally used for sub space communications between government test
planes and Air Force Carrier Ships.    When a SWAT team was scrambled to
investigate, they had found a 50 meter site in the Washington Federal
Forestry completely obliterated.  The ground itself was covered with a
sheet of glass such as those after atomic test explosions, although there
was no appreciable rise in radioactivity.  There was no sign of the
plane's fuselage whatsoever.  At the center of the crash site were three
frozen forms covered in a jelly-like substance that Scully had since
identified as Silicon 275, usually only found in aquatic life forms off
the Caspian sea. The bodies were brought down the Morgue, and Scully
expected to be examining them all day today.  They hoped to have more
answers by tonight or tomorrow morning.

Skinner closed his file and nodded.  He stood up.  "Thanks for the update.
Make sure to keep a close eye on this one.  There are several parties here
at the Bureau showing great interest in this case."  Mulder looked over at
Scully and raised his eyebrows.  Skinner looked at Scully.  "Let me know
the moment you have anything to report."

"Certainly Sir," said Dana, and she rose with Mulder to leave.  Fox opened
the door, and Dana followed.  Suddenly she heard the Assistant Director's
voice.  "One moment.  Agent Scully, I'd like to talk to you alone, if you
don't mind."  Fox looked at Dana again and smiled.  "I'll meet you you at
the Morgue this afternoon.  I have to follow up on a few things."

Mulder walked out.  Dana closed the office door and turned back to
Assistant Director Skinner.  She shivered slightly, even though it wasn't
cold it the room.  She unconsciously ran a hand through her hair, down the
back of her scalp, and lightly touched the scar on her neck.  "Yes, Sir?"

Skinner looked directly into Dana's eyes.  "Isn't there something you want
to tell me, Agent Scully?"

Dana shivered again.  "Sir?"  She looked at Skinner as he stood up behind
his desk.  The early morning light coming in from the window behind him
and made him look strong, towering, almost overpowering, like a Greek God.

"I said, isn't there something you need to tell me, Agent Scully.
Something you want to say?"  Skinner adjusted his wire rim glasses and
shifted slightly on his heels.

What was he talking about?  Dana furrowed her brow.  Was there an
assignment she had forgotten?  This wasn't like her.  She was always very
thorough, an exemplary agent.  There had to be something.  But what was
it? Dana felt the goose bumps on her arms and  a flush started from her
temples down to ankles.  Of course!  She smiled and looked at Skinner.
"Uh..my...ass, sir?"

Assistant Supervisor Skinner pursed his lips.  "Your ass, Agent Scully?"

Dana ran her hands down the front of her skirt, smoothing the material.
She felt a new rush of juice start trickling from her shaven cunt down to
the inside of her thighs.  This was it, of course.  It was so obvious.
"Yes,, Sir, my ass.  I thought you should...fuck my ass."  Dana paused.
Skinner didn't say a word, just stared at her impassively.

Dana took a few steps away from the door towards Skinner's desk.   "You
see, Sir," and Dana found herself turning around, presenting her backside
to the Assistant Director.  She lifted both sides of the Donna Karen skirt
up with trembling hands, up past her knees, over her thighs, until her big
firm naked ass was fully visible to her superior at the Bureau. "I shaved
myself for you.  And I've lubed my ass.  So you can fuck it."   Dana
turned to look at him, still holding her skirt up, the cold air starting
goose bumps at the top of her thighs.  Her breathing had become shallow
and rapid.  "Please fuck my ass for me, Sir.  Please."

Skinner smiled slightly, the very farthest edges of his lips turning up in
smile.  "Come over here."

Very nonchalantly, FBI Special Agent Dana Scully turned around, hands
still holding her skirt up around her soft flat stomach, so that the
Assistant Director now had an excellent view of her shaved mons .  He
could doubtless see the sleek shine of the juices that steadily flowed
from her slit.  She walked up to his desk, then beyond it, until she was
right next to him. She looked into his eyes and felt a shiver of
recognition.  It was the same look she remembered from her dreams of the
alien spacecraft--cold, cruel, but so intense she had to catch her
breath--she couldn't look away.

"Take it out."  Dana had absolutely no doubt about what the Assistant
Director was referring to.  She let go of her skirt and reached out to
touch Skinner's pants.  She ran one hand over his black leather belt, and
used the other to pull the belt tighter and unbuckle it.  She slipped her
hands inside the top of his pants, swooning at the feel of his tight
abdominal muscles, and unclasped the snap.  Then she grasped the cold tab
of his metal zipper and slowly pulled down.

Skinner's cock immediately sprang into view, lolling forward against her
wrist.  Dana gasped.  It was exactly as she had imagined it during her
dreams--it was huge!  Twelve  inches long, and very, very thick.  She
found it hard to believe she had ever sucked it--it looked as though just
the head itself would choke her.  She reached down to hold it.  It was
pulsing and hot, and she could barely get her hand around to stroke it.  A
shiny pearl of pre-cum stood out from the tip, and  Dana licked her lips. 
The cum!  What had all seemed like a dream before now stood in stark
reality, and she couldn't remember ever being so excited in her life.

"Bend over, Agent Scully."  Dana shivered.  "Yes, Sir. "  She reluctantly
let go of the throbbing cock-rod and walked to Skinner's desk.  Without a
word, she bent over, her breasts pressed flat against the desk blotter,
and her face flush against the table top.  She grabbed her skirt with both
hands and pulled it up over her buttcheeks.  She was now totally exposed
to the Assistant Director, and swooning with excitement.  Ever since she
was a girl, Dana had been secretly ashamed of her big ass.  She was a
modest girl, with pretty red hair, attractive legs and a nice bosom--but
it was always her ass the boys had stared at, making cat-calls, saying
things in the hallway, even at the FBI field labs at Quantico.  Now she
felt a rush of pride for having such a big, firm ass (she worked out 5
times a week at the Bureau gymnasium, and on the road in whatever hotels
they stayed in), something Skinner could really grab onto.  This was going
to be so good!

Skinner moved behind her, and casually layed his huge dick between her ass
cheeks, sawing it up and down.  Oh God--Dana could barely contain herself.
Her breathing was fast and erratic, her skin was flush, the back of her
neck and every inch of her body throbbed with desire and anticipation.
Lewdly, without thinking about it, Dana reached back with her hands and
grabbed her asscheeks, pulling them apart so her Assistant Director could
see the throbbing puckered asshole she had greased for him.

Skinner grunted.  Dana felt him slide his dong up and down her asscrack,
finally slipping his huge cockhead against the sopping entrance of her
pussy.  No!  Dana cried out in her mind.  She would love to feel every
inch of Skinner's beautiful cock deep in her cunt, but not now.  Right now
she needed it up her ass.  Couldn't he see that?  She whimpered, and dug
her fingernails into her asscheeks, pulling them even farther apart. 
Skinner continued teasing his spongy cockhead against her cunt lips.

She had to say something.  "Sir?  Sir, please put put in my ass.  You
can't put it in my cunt later, Sir.  You can put it in my cunt and mouth
and cum on my face and breasts, anything you want, but, please sir--I need
it in my ass now.  I *need* it."  Dana wanted to cry.  She was desperate,
and overwhelmed with the intensity of her feelings.

Suddenly she felt a hot slap across her ass, then another.  She could feel
her cheeks jiggle, reddening from the slap.   He was spanking her!  His
hands were so strong, and the slaps were very hard.  Dana flushed, and
felt faint.  Her crotch was drenched.  Her nipples were hard as rocks,
pushing against the material of her blouse as her breasts billowed around
her chest, pressed flat against the surface of the wooden desk.

Skinner grunted, and with one thrust, slammed his bloated cockhead against
Dana's trembling sphincter and impaled himself inside her.  Dana groaned
audibly.  It was finally happening!  He was in her ass!  But the Assistant
Director did not stop there. Slowly, inexorably, he began packing the rest
of his cockshaft up Dana's ass--inch after inch after inch.  Dana could
feel it filling her, stuffing her, making her feel so full she thought she
would burst.  She turned her head back to look at his progress. She
gasped. There was still more!  Barely half his cock was inside her ass! 
How could she take it all?  Tears welled in her lips, and she bit down
hard on her lower lip.  Her breath came in gasps.  Skinner said nothing at
all, just continued cramming his dong up Dana's overstuffed asshole.

Dana lay very still on the desk as Assistant Director Skinner casually,
methodically, without saying a word, stuffed the rest of his enormous dong
up her obscenely stretched spinchter.  Eventually, when she didn't think
she could take it any longer, she felt Skinner's hairy  ball-sack rested
against the outurned cheeks of her overstretched ass.. She had done it!
She had taken every inch! (As a scientist, Dana had had no doubt she would
be able to fit her supervisor's cock up her ass, having seen far larger
thing in her days had an intern.  But for a moment there--about the ninth
inch, when Dana thought she could feel Skinner's cockhead coming through
her esophagus--she had had her doubts).

Now the real fun began.  As Dana layed out before him, breasts crushed
flat, legs spread, cunt open, asscheeks lewdly splayed, whimpering with
lust, Skinner began truly fucking her, sawing his meat in and out of her,
her ass-ring swollen and distended, pulling and pushing his foot-long meat
until Dana thought she would lose her mind with pleasure.  She was so
full! It felt so good!  Thought as a Medical Doctor she knew anal orgasms
had only described in journals in purely anecdotal terms, with no
scientific proof to back them up, she knew now that it was not only
possible, but that multiple anal orgasms were  easily proven.  If anyone
had the slightest doubt, she wished they could see her now, her face flush
with cum after cum, her nipples hard enough to cut glass, her hairless
pussy sloshing with cunt-cream pooling on the desk.

For a moment, FBI Special Agent Dana Scully wished everyone in the bureau
could see her, right here on the desk, laying on her stomach, her
fashionable Donna Karen skirt up over her fat splayed asscheeks, her
tongue lolling out, her eyes glazed over, getting the good hard
ass-fucking she craved and deserved.  Everyone could see her, everyone
could watch.  Men could pull out their thick cocks and stroke them, women
could lift up their own skirts and start fingering their damp pussies,
watching their fellow agent, a medical Doctor and respected bureau
operative, getting fucked and fucked and fucked, her asshole red and
swollen, her fingertips sore from holding her sweet pink asscheeks apart,
her voice hoarse from screeching with pleasure.  The men could come all
over her, just like the aliens clones on the spaceship, and the women
too.  She wanted them all to see.

At that very moment, there was a quick tap on Skinner's office door.
Assistant Supervisor Skinner said nothing, just kept pounding into Dana's
colon.  The door swung open, and suddenly there was Fox Mulder, walking
into the Assistant Supervisor's office, uninvited and unannounced.

Dana was beside herself.  Here she was, giving into an obscene,
unexplainable impulse to have herself anally violated by her direct
superior at the bureau.  She wasn't wearing panties, she was splayed out
on the Supervisor's desk, her ass clearly visible, as was Assistant
Supervisor Skinner's amazingly thick cockshaft, which was  buried (for the
moment, until he crammed it in again) halfway up her rump.  The room
reeked of heat and sex and the mingled flavors of ass and pussy juice
mixed with Skinner's intoxicating pre-cum.  What on earth would Mulder
think of her?

To her surprise, Mulder looked right past her, right past her tousled red
hair, her arched back, her soft round buttcheeks beaded with perspiration,
past Skinner's cock, which, even now, continued a ruthless assault on her
butthole.  Mulder look right past her to Skinner, as if she wasn't there.

"Sir, I'm sorry to pop in announced like this, but I had something I
needed to discuss with you in private."

Skinner didn't blink.  As a matter of fact, he began to increase his pace,
each thrust going and deeper and deeper up Dana's horny ass.  She could
hear the wet slap of his thighs against her butt and feels his heavy balls
rolling against the underside of her cunt.  "What's on your mind, Agent
Mulder?"

"I'm worried about Agent Scully, Sir.  She hasn't seemed herself lately.
Ever since that..incident, when she disappeared, she's been acting
strangely. "

"Strangely?"

"Yes sir.  Kind of distant, removed.  I've talked to you about my
suspicions, about the implant.  I've asked her to get her wound checked
out, but she refuses."

"Really?"  Skinner reached out with open-faced right hand and slapped
Dana's right asscheek as hard as he could.  Dana screamed, and came.  The
slap left a hot red mark the curve of her asscheek.  He took the left hand
and slapped her left ass-cheek, just as hard.  Dana trembled with the
beginnings of another anal orgasm.  Her eyes rolled up in the back of her
head.  This was almost too much to bear.  Here she was, getting
ass-fucked, impaled on this huge pulsing piece of alien meat, coming like
she had never come before, coming from her ass, no clitoral stimulation
whatsoever, probably doing some kind of internal damage to herself
(though, as a Doctor, she knew her sphincter would quickly regain it's
standard shape and tightness in a short while), asking, begging really,
the Assistant Director to cornhole her, while her partner at the Bureau
was right in front of her, watching her violation but not really seeing
it, as if there was some sort of mind field or mental block, and talking
about her as if she wasn't there.  She wanted to die, if she didn't die in
a moment anyway from coming so much.

"I'm very concerned Sir.  This isn't like her at all."

"Well," Skinner said, and paused.  He stopped his thrusting and stayed
right where he was, his muscular pelvis directly against Dana's cunt, his
cock buried to the hilt in her sphincter, her tortured asscheeks an angry
red.  "I'll see if I can talk to her.  I'll recommend she see the Bureau
Psychologist."

Mulder pursed his lips and nodded.  "I would appreciate that very much, Sir."

"Certainly, Agent Mulder.  Now, if you don't mind," and Skinner motioned
with his hand across his desk, papers and folders askew, Dana's sweating
body writhing, her breathing coming out in gasps, her pretty suit wrinkled
and spotted with juice and pre-cum, her asscheeks covered with welts, "I
have work to finish."

"Yes Sir.  Certainly Sir.  And thanks again."  Mulder quickly turned and
let himself out.

Without a word, Assistant Supervisor Skinner slowly pulled all twelve
inches of his enormous cock out of Dana's asshole.  Dana groaned--a long,
drawn-out sigh.  She had never felt so filled, and now she had never felt
so empty.  She let go of her twin ass-globes and brought her hands to her
sides.  Gradually her breathing returned to normal.  She felt Skinner step
away from the desk, and turned her head to look at him through dreamy,
half-lidded eyes.  He was standing just behind her, his hard cock-pole in
his right hand, holding himself loosely around the enormous spongy head,
like some gigantic mushroom.  "Stay right there," he said.

And then, without saying a word, without moving a muscle or stroking his
cock or anything, Assistant Supervisor Skinner began to come.  But he was
not coming it any normal sense--there were none of the squirts and drips
she was used to from her infrequent dates with freshman from the academy. 
No, this was something entirely different. This was more like a giant
firehose, spouting a steady thick geyser of hot sticky cum, like a
faucet.  It sprayed out in a constant stream, hot, gushing, going
everywhere--the desk, Dana's thighs, her cunt, all over her outstretched
palms.  Hot jizz rained on her asscheeks and drizzled down to her aching
sphincter.  It was like a scorching rain, a baptism of hot sticky cum. 
Dana felt as though she had died and gone to Heaven.

Dana looked at the warm sticky jizz soaking her hands.  Unable to resist,
she brought a finger to her lips and lapped up a drop of cum.  She
swooned. This was it!  This was the come from her dream!  It was
indescribable--hot, sticky, salty, sweet.  She licked her right index
finger, getting every drop she could, then moved onto the pool of jizz in 
her palm.  She barely noticed that the cum that had landed on her ass and
sphincter was gone now, absorbed into her skin, the sweet ache in her
asshole and  buttcheeks barely a memory.  When she was done with her right
hand she moved to her left, licking and slurping and sucking, filling her
belly with the cooling jizz.  She had never felt so contented in her life.

It took the rest of the hour for Special Agent Dana Scully to lick the
rest of the alien cum from Assistant Supervisor Skinner's office.  After
she had cleaned her hands,  she had used her fingers to collect every drop
of jizz from her trembling body--it had taken several minutes of careful
exploring just to get all the jizz that had leaked into her
freshly-fucked, quickly healing asshole alone.  When that was done, she
carefully bent over the director's desk and lapped at the lukewarm pools
of jizz, and after that she got down on all fours to get at the stray
drops on the Bureau's berber carpeting.  Skinner said nothing as she went
about her duties, merely adjusted his shirt and tie and rebuttoned his
pants, though he had allowed Dana, after much pleading, to clean his cock
tool of the pre-cum, ass and pussy juices that covered it.  When the tool
was sparkling clean, Dana rubbed it over every inch of her face and hair
and neck, paying special attention to the small healing bruise on the back
of her neck, then zipped the monster back into his pants.

FBI Special Agent Dana Scully adjusted her smart-looking Donna Karen suit,
ran a hand through her tousled hair, and licked a final drop off jizz from
her fingernail.  Assistant Director Skinner was already back at work, his
files spread across the wooden table top freshly cleaned by Dana's own
tongue.

"Will you be needing anything else, Sir?"

"No thank you, Agent Scully."  said Skinner, without looking up from his
files.   "That will be all."

Dana sighed, and walked out of the Assistant Director's office back to her
room in the basement of bureau headquarters.

END PART TWO