Sex, Lies & Videotape by Amy McClure

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Sex, Lies & Videotape by Amy McClure

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From: “Amy McClure” <>
Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2000 16:31:01 CST
Subject: xfc: Sex Lies & Videotape – NC17

From: “Amy McClure” <>

Title: Sex, Lies & Videotape Author: Amy McClure

Rating: From the title, I bet you can guess it’s NC-17

Spoilers: Not a one

Disclaimer: If I owned Mulder, do you really think I could tear myself away long enough to write this?

Cover Art: Kimpa

Feedback: Please don’t make me beg –

Summary: One word sums it all up: smut.

Author’s notes: Thanks to all who have written about my past stories. It’s been a while since my last post, as I’ve been in a major writing slump.

Re-reading some of the wonderful feedback I’ve received on previous stories gave me the inspiration to get back on the wagon. Special thanks in particular go to Exley 61 who has always given me great feedback while writing wonderful stories of her own.

WARNING: Graphic accounts of a sexual nature follow. Not meant for the young or the squeamish.

xxxxx

“Come on, Scully! You lost!”

“No I did not Mulder. I’m not doing this.”

“Gee Scully, I never knew you were such a sore loser.”

“I’m not a sore loser. I did not lose the stupid bet.”

“Yes you did.”

“How do you figure that?”

“Do you remember the bet Scully?”

“Yes Mulder. I’m not stupid.”

“I never said you were. I simply said you were being a sore loser and a spoiled sport.”

“Sticks and stones…”

“Ha ha. Come on, the bet was that if my theory proved true and yours proved wrong…well, you remember the rest.”

“And you’re actually saying your theory was correct?!”

“Did you see those footprints?”

“Those footprints didn’t prove anything.”

“Did you happen to notice that hairy creature wearing a flannel shirt?”

“Mulder, that could have been anything.”

“Yeah, it must have been Grizzly Adams overdosing on Propecia that we saw out there.”

“Mulder, knock it off. What we saw isn’t what you think we saw.”

“Scully, just admit it. I was right and you were wrong.”

“I will not admit that Mulder.”

“Scully.”

“Whine like that again and I’ll smack you, I swear.”

“Mmm. Hurt me Scully.”

“Mulder.”

“It was him Scully.”

“No it was not.”

“Yes it was.”

“No.”

“Scully, it was Bigfoot for god’s sake!!!”

“You never cease to amaze me Mulder. That thing we saw could have been any number of things.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“Well first of all, it was dark out.”

“Dark.”

“Very dark. What we saw could have simply been a bear or something.”

“Yeah, a bear wearing a flannel shirt. I sure hope he was wearing matching pants.”

“Mulder you asked for my opinion and now…”

“You think he got it at a K-Mart blue-light special? Or maybe he had camper al a mode and the shirt was all he had left over.”

“Shut up Mulder.”

“You still have to do it.”

“No I do not.”

“Come on Scully. I’d do it if my theory was wrong.”

“First of all, your theory was wrong! Second of all, you’d do it no matter what. It was your idea, remember?”

“This is going to go on forever, isn’t it?”

“Mulder, I am not going to let you videotape us having sex!!”

“Come on Scully. It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it will be. Knowing our luck, those 3 Musketeer friends of yours will pick it up on some weird video feed thing and sell it over the Internet or something.”

“I bet we could make some money on E-Bay.”

“Mulder this is not funny.”

“Seriously Scully, if Frohicke had a videotape of you naked and writhing around on a bed, do you really think he’d share it with anyone?”

“Good point. That would give him jerking off material for years.”

“Scully! Such talk coming from a good Catholic girl.”

“Mmmm, I think you of all people should know that I’m not a good Catholic girl – I simply play one on tv.”

“Scully I think I’m rubbing off on you. You never used to make bad jokes like that.”

“Maybe I like it when you rub on me.”

“Rubbing off Scully. I said rubbing off.”

“I know. But I didn’t.”

Before I even know what hits me, her mouth takes sudden and complete possession of mine. I have no idea how she did it, since I am a good foot and a half taller than her, but…Christ, what the hell am I trying to figure this out for?

Her tongue slides into my mouth to duel with mine. I don’t put up much of a fight and let her continue to rub her tongue along my teeth, the roof of my mouth, the empty spots where my wisdom teeth used to be. Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating a little bit here, but man that little tongue of hers can work wonders.

I feel her hands cup my rising erection through my pants and she’s starting to make those little sounds in the back of her throat that I love so much. I don’t quite know how to describe it. It’s almost like she’s purring or something. My erection stands at complete attention with the thought that I’m making Scully purr like a kitten.

I may be a man, but even I know what she’s doing. Taking things just a little fast here, aren’t we Agent Scully?

“Scully?”

“Mmmulderrr.”

Oh boy. Maybe I should wait and bring this whole camera thing up next time.

No, she’s not getting off that easily.

“Scully, hold on.”

I have to forcefully remove her hand, much to the dismay of my throbbing cock.

“What?”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“You just took the something I want right out of my hands.”

Touch.

“I’ll be more than happy to put it right back there…after we set up the video camera.”

“Have you always dreamed of being a porn star, or is this a more recent development?”

“How do you know I haven’t already starred in one?”

“So you’re experienced in this area?”

“Sure, haven’t you seen my work? ‘Debbie Does the Aliens.’ ‘Naked Alien Autopsy.’”

“Did you play the alien?”

“No, I was the guy who came in to fix the heart monitor. I just ended up watching in the background.”

“So that’s your 15 minute claim to fame?”

“Yeah. I think we’ll call this one ‘Agent Scully Gets Probed.’”

“Mulder, first off, you’re disgusting. Secondly, I am not going to let you videotape us in a little dingy motel in Nowhere, Montana.”

“Why? It’s not like we’ll be looking at the background scenery when we watch it.”

“If we do this here, I’ll think of this stupid supposed Bigfoot sighting case every time we watch it.”

A ha! Every time we watch it, huh?

“So you would want to watch it?”

“What’s the point if we’re not going to watch it?”

“Exactly.”

“Mulder.”

I can almost taste her resignation in the air. That ‘Mulder’ was a lot less incredulous and whiny than the last one was. Just a little more persistence and maybe a flash of the puppydog face and she’ll be putty in my hands.

“Scully, please. I’ll guard the tape with my life. We can tape over it anytime you want to.”

“I think I’ll keep possession of the tape, if you don’t mind. I can just see you and your little troll friend getting drunk and watching this some night.”

Oh yeah, I got her.

“But it’s my video camera.”

“Keep it up, FBI Man.”

Okay, I can’t resist a look down at my tented pants.

“It’s still up Scully.”

Puppydog face, work your magic.

Come on.

Come on.

Here it comes.

Yep, there’s the little sly smile.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“I can be a persistent little bugger, can’t I?”

“Set up the damn camera and take your clothes off before I change my mind.”

“Your wish is my command.”

I nearly rip the jacket, tie and shirt off my back and am reaching for the button of my pants when I realize I should probably set up the camera first.

Otherwise, seeing as how Scully is now nearly naked herself, there won’t be enough blood in my brain to even remember where the damn power button is.

I fumble around in my suitcase for what seems like an hour before I finally get the damn thing out.

“Mulder?”

“Yeah?”

“You had this all planned out before we even got here, didn’t you?”

“No. What makes you say that?”

Shit, my voice rose about three octaves on that ‘no.’ Maybe she didn’t notice.

“Well, I didn’t think you usually brought your video recorder on the road.”

“Sure, always have. I’ve got some interesting tape of you in some rather compromising positions.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep. Got lots of solo action over the last few years.”

I’m suddenly very grateful that the remote controls are welded down in this place. All she found to throw at me was a pillow. Got me right in the head my Scully is nothing if not a good shot.

I chance my first look at her, and I almost abandon my production crew work when I see that she is sans clothes completely and has spread her legs just enough to give me a good glimpse.

My god this woman is the sexiest creature to ever roam the earth – the galaxy, for that matter.

With great regret, I manage to tear my eyes off of her, flip the power button on the recorder and balance it precariously on the table. A quick look through the viewfinder and a couple of slight adjustments, and we’re in perfect position.

“All set Mulder?”

“Let’s get it on Scully.”

I make my way to the bed and kneel down at her waist before I remember her earlier request that my clothes be gone.

Scully pulls a little improv out of her hat when she reaches over, unbuttons and unzips me and pushes my pants and boxers down to the middle of my thighs. She gives me a wicked smile as she slides her body down the bed until her face is even with my cock.

Just the thought of what this woman’s mouth is about to do to me nearly makes my first on-screen appearance very quick and disappointing. My eyes snap shut, and I try my damndest to think of the most boring and unattractive task I can think of.

That idea is shot when I feel her tongue dart out and caress the tip. I moan my frustration when she doesn’t continue.

“Mmm. What’s wrong Mulder?”

“Scully…please.”

“Please what?”

“Unh.”

Suddenly I have a whole new respect for porno actors who have to remember their lines. Well wait, is there dialogue in porno movies?

Scully breaks my train of thought as she takes me fully into her mouth. She moves nice and slow up and down my length and some unintelligible phrase escapes me as she reaches down and cups my balls. She gently squeezes and rolls them between her fingers as her mouth continues to work wonders on my cock.

Did I mention that this woman is completely amazing?

One hand reaches down to rest on the back of her head as the other seeks out her breast. I find the nipple standing at attention and give it a few squeezes before taking the rest of it in hand.

She starts making that little purring noise again, and I notice that her hips are moving restlessly. My hand traces a line down her stomach and I curl my fingers between her thighs. I get a nice moan and increased speed on my cock in return.

It’s not too long before I realize I need a break from her mouth’s assault.

“Scully? Honey you need to stop.”

My cock leaves her mouth with an audible pop, and my heart nearly breaks as she flashes me one of her gorgeous smiles.

“What ever is the matter Mulder? Didn’t you like that?”

“I liked it a little too much.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“Me too. Believe me.”

I situate myself so I completely cover her body with my own and our lips and tongues meet. I could kiss this woman for hours and never get tired of it.

Her warm, hot mouth receives my tongue and she’s got the most incredibly sweet taste. It’s a little bit different every time, but it’s always uniquely Scully. Today I taste a hint of chocolate and mint mixed in somewhere.

My mouth eventually moves down to her neck, then her shoulders and sets its sights on her breasts. My lips, tongue and teeth work first on her left breast before moving over to its partner. Scully is writhing and moaning beneath me, and I figure this is a good time to reach my hand between our bodies to resume its position at her center.

Those wonderful little purring noises she makes are back while her hands dig into my shoulders. I’m sure I’m going to have big scratch marks there tomorrow, but at least I had fun getting them. Maybe I can even guilt her into a massage over this.

I begin a trail of kisses between her breasts and down the center of her stomach. Her fingers wrap up in my hair as my mouth gets closer and closer to its intended target.

Her feet come to rest on my shoulder blades and I torture her by staying still for a few seconds.

“Mulder.”

“Mmm.”

“Now…please.”

I know I’m a bastard, but I can’t resist.

“Please what?”

“Please.”

“Say it Scully. What do you want me to do to you?”

“I want you to…Mulder…”

Okay, I’ll let her off the hook this one time.

My left hand reaches up to allow my tongue easier access. At first contact, Scully shudders violently and my right hand moves to her stomach in an attempt to still her.

My tongue and teeth go to work on her, and the whimpers and moans are coming from her non-stop. I back off slightly so I don’t lose her too soon.

“Mulder…more.”

Her hand grips my head tighter in an attempt to get things moving quicker again. The thought of torturing her slightly comes to mind, but I digress.

My mouth slides up and down a few times before coming back to rest on her sweetest spot. Two fingers thrust into her, and I can tell it won’t be long now.

Her fingers nearly rip out a lock of my hair as her climax hits. I continue to work her gently with my fingers and tongue until I feel her body relax and her breathing starts returning to normal.

I lift my head and she giggles – yes she does giggle, believe it or not when she sees what must be a pretty smug smile on my face.

She raises her upper body and coaxes me up to meet her as she brings those sweet lips to mine.

“I love the taste of me on you Mulder.”

“Mmmm.”

Her hands wrap around my neck and she pulls me back down to the bed with her. She wraps her legs around my waist and I waste no time giving her what she wants.

I slide into her with one smooth stroke and I still myself for a minute to savor the feeling of her hot and wet and surrounding me.

Her hands clamp onto my shoulders to brace herself as she starts to move.

“Ah Scully. Scully, Jesus.”

My hands find her hips to press her more firmly onto the bed. I begin to thrust into her like a man possessed. When I come back to myself somewhat, I realize I might be hurting her, but one look at her face tells me everything is fine.

Her face is flushed. Sweat has formed on her brow, and her teeth have clamped down on her bottom lip. Her eyes are screwed shut and I feel myself getting close. Too close as I want this to last long enough for her.

I slow my movements somewhat to try to calm myself down. I pick up a slow and steady rhythm and begin to pull completely out of her after each stroke.

My plan’s not working too well, so I stop altogether for a few seconds.

“Mulder, don’t stop.”

“Scully I…”

“I’m close Mulder, just…please…”

I resume thrusting and it soon becomes even harder and faster than before.

I can feel my heart pounding fast, my muscles are tight and straining with the effort. My brain is doing its best to come up with topics to keep my climax at bay just a little while longer, but it’s once again failing miserably.

Even when I close my eyes, all I can see is the sexy redhead writhing beneath me and I know I can’t hold off any longer.

Her insides clench around me and her orgasm brings on my own. The world goes black momentarily and somewhere in my mind I know I’m still pounding into her, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

As things begin to slowly come back into focus, I note that I’m sprawled out on top of her, and probably cutting off her oxygen supply in the process.

My hand cups her cheek as I lean in to give her one last kiss before I break the contact between us.

I pull out of her and position myself at her side. My fingers trace tiny circles on each of her breasts, and even though we’re in some miniscule town in Montana, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more at home.

My eyelids slip shut, and I know sleep will hit me soon.

“Mulder?”

“Hmph.”

“Let’s watch it.”

“Wha?”

“The tape Mulder. Remember, we videotaped it?”

Oh yeah. Almost forgot about that.

My body protests any movement at this point, but I manage to roll off of her and plant my feet on the floor. I take one step and almost fall flat on my face. What the hell?

My sharp investigative skills pick up on the fact that I apparently never quite removed my pants and that they have now pooled around my ankles.

Doesn’t work well when you’re trying to walk across the room. I hear Scully giggling – two giggles in one day, mark this one down on the calendar – and I can’t help but notice that I am still in range of the camera. Even that near mishap made it on tape. Perfect.

“Laugh it up, G-Woman. I’ll show this thing to Frohicke if you’re not careful.”

“You do and you’ll never touch me again.”

Okay, point taken. I’ll just shut my big mouth before I do any more damage.

It takes me a while, but I finally figure out how to hook the damn video recorder up to the state-of-the-art television that’s in this dive of a motel.

Rewind. Play. Action…

This fuzz that covers the screen can end anytime now.

I know this tape was at the very beginning when I pushed record.

When I pushed record.

I did push record, didn’t I?

I set it up on the table, switched the power on and…shit.

“Problems Mulder?”

“Scully, I…uh…I think this thing must be broken.”

“Yeah right. You forgot to push record, didn’t you?”

Fuck me.

“Yeah. I, ah, I think I did.”

“Too bad. I was looking forward to all that extra money from those amateur porn lovers out there.”

“Well, are you ready for ‘Agent Scully Gets Probed’ take two?”

xxxxx

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