X-Files: The Psychic Informer

Reluctantly pulling the gift away, he said, 'These will have real value in here, Agent Scully. Pussy is the one thing we can't get behind these walls. I'll get a good deal bartering the stink of your snatch.' His laugh was cruel as he folded the pastel cloth and tucked it a pants pocket.

Scully was stock-still with shock. My panties being passed around? All these convicts smelling my most intimate feminine scent? The redhead's vagina throbbed, nasty images flashing through her mind. Ever present, the itch of sexual excitement intensified, her sex moistening further. Unhindered by silk and hidden by the grey skirt, trickles of girl juice ran from naturally open and puffy labia, slicking inner thighs to be soaked up by white stocking tops.

'Tell me about your "vision" Mr Williams,' the federal agent asked, trying to regain some composure and recapture the momentum of the interrogation. Saying nothing, the convict's gaze shifted, staring at her skirt. Without a doubt the inmate was picturing her naked pussy under it. A pussy he's just smelt, she thought. A powerful convulsion caused a spasm between her legs. And he's planning to share it with others.

After a moment, the man's focus returned to the visitor's face, saw the blush-warmed cheeks. 'A deal's a deal,' Ekon said. Nonchalantly leaning against the wall opposite his single bunk, it was clear who was in control. 'Ok. The vision I had showed me five things. First I saw a newspaper. The only detail I could make out was the date.'

'Let me guess, the date the bank robbery occurred?' Scully asked, using scepticism as a shield against the situation she found herself in and her state of arousal.

'Yeah. Yeah it was,' the convict replied, ignoring her tone. 'Next I saw a bank. Recognised it as the National Capital Bank in D.C.'

'Did you recognise it from your time as a bank robber?' Scully asked, recalling Skinner's briefing and the suspicion Ekon Williams was involved in several heists himself.

The hulking black convict smiled again, seeing through the ploy. Clearly the little lady was trying to trap him into a confession of sorts. 'A trickster foxy vixen ain't ya, Agent Scully.'

The choice of words gave Scully pause. Did he say "Foxy" as an inference to Mulder? From numerous X-Files investigations she knew charlatans could use the tiniest fragment of information to con the unsuspecting into thinking whatever they wanted. Or was it simply a reference to my colouring?

'What else was in this "vision" of yours?' she asked, hoping the man hadn't spotted her reaction to his words.

'Next I was shown the face of a man I know,' he said with a nod, a sudden tension in his face, a snarl curling his lip.

'You can identify this man? Who was he? Was it the hostage taker?' Scully asked. Although she remained unconvinced by the prisoner's claims, there was real emotion behind the change in Williams's countenance.

'All in good time, Agent Scully. After I saw the guy I knew, I saw two I didn't. White guys both of 'em. One was wearing shades. He was all covered in red and there was this creeping darkness closing in around him. The other dude was wearing a tie. He vanished into thin air.'

Thinking on previous X-Files investigations involving so-called psychics, Dana mentally parsed the inmate's claims. The newspaper and the bank were self-explanatory. The man in the shades and covered in red could be a reference to Agent Ritter, the task force member badly wounded during the heist. And the man wearing a tie could be a reference to Mulder, especially given the "vanishing into thin air" claim. And it can all be spurious, the doctor rationalised. Of course there is the identity of the third man.

'Who was the man you recognised?' Scully asked.

'Ah. Now, you see, that's a new trade to be made, Agent Scully. I'll give you the name but you need to give me something I want. Barter system, remember?' Williams's leering grin was in full-force once more.

With a sharply sinking feeling, Dana said, 'If your information proves useful in recovering the hostage and apprehending the bank robbers, the warden has agreed to re-instate your full privileges.' Even as she spoke, she knew Williams would demand something else. Part of her, that nasty side she tried to keep hidden, wanted to hear his demand.

'No,' Williams stated, pushing off from the wall, standing tall over the much smaller visitor. 'The moment you get what you want, the warden will revoke 'em again. That ain't anything you can bargain with.'

'What do you want, Mr Williams?'

In answer, the towering man slowly unbuttoned his pants. Peeling the fly open, he reached in and with some difficulty, hauled out the huge black organ. Already stiff, it stood straight out from a black wiry forest of pubic hair, bouncing slightly under its obvious weight. Roped with bulging veins, the shaft was girthy and long, lightening towards the tip and the circumcised bulbous glands.

'I want a blowjob, Agent Scully. I ain't had my dick sucked by something as pretty as you in a long time.' Wrapping a hand around the base he pointed it at the law officer, waving it at her.

Despite herself, Dana couldn't help but look at the dark endowment. She was disgusted by the man, his arrogance and his demands. She was also aroused for the very same reasons. Heart pounding and pussy throbbing in synch, she stared at the manhood. Mouth flooding with salvia unbidden, she wondered what it would taste like, how much cum it could feed her. With a struggle, the woman pulled her eyes away.

'Not a chance, Mr Williams,' she said before turning, taking a step towards the open door and the prison beyond.

'This last man in my vision, Agent Scully. There was something else,' Williams calmly said, hand still upon the ebony column.

'What about him?' Dana asked over her shoulder, disgust at the man clear in her tone. However her eyes quickly dipped a glance at the massive tool.

'Rings, but square,' he said. 'I think that means something to you.'

About to exit the cell, the investigator paused. Mulder's tie, she thought, stunned. The tie had been a terrible fashion choice but for all that it was memorable. Is...is Williams really psychic? He hasn't had outside contact, so he couldn't know what Mulder was wearing and nobody could have told him. Is this real? she wondered. Just inside the cell, she remained unmoving. Could his information help me rescue Mulder? Scully needed clarification before she could accede to the criminal's base demand.

'Was...was there anything else, Mr Williams?' she asked, turning to face him and the bloated rod jutting from his open fly.

Without hesitation he replied, 'Blue stones.'

Mulder's tie! The one I saw him wearing, Scully thought. Is Williams really psychic? I don't know. Scully felt conflicted. A well-educated doctor, a trained scientist, she was a person of reason and logic. But working on the X-Files, there had been so many things that couldn't be neatly or rationally explained away, despite her best efforts. And with Mulder's life in danger, I can't afford to take the chance here.

'The last guy, your partner is he?' Williams asked seeing her reaction. 'Do you feds do it like that, have partners? TV is full of bullshit.'

Ignoring the question, Scully pointed at the thick black rod asking, 'If I... You'll tell me who the bank robber is? Who took...the other agent?'

'Yes,' came the reply.

Two steps brought the fair-skinned woman before the towering African-American. Standing so close, the heat coming off the large frame mixed with the smell of melanin-rich skin. Right then the urge to turn, to rush away was almost overpowering. However, Scully remained. Mulder, she thought, deceiving herself as to the true motives that had her slowly get down on her knees.

Big male paw falling from the rigid tool, it was hesitantly replaced by the woman's own delicate fingers. Pale skin sharply contrasting with the ebony flesh, they couldn't circle the meaty girth. Knowing the only way to get what she wanted, Scully added the other hand. Together, they ran up and down the inmate's manhood. 'Spit on it, baby.' The words came from above. Without realising it, a plentiful supply of saliva had built up in the woman's mouth in anticipation of giving the criminal a blowjob. Leaning over the brown prick, fingers spreading, a long dribble of spit fell from pouty red lips. Fingers once more enclosing the hot and throbbing mass, Scully started jerking again. Slickened, the white hands moved with a steady pace, each stroke eliciting wet sounds.

As she jerked off the prisoner, the special agent couldn't help but stare at the bloated glands. Bare inches from her pretty face, its musk filled her nostrils. In primal response, Scully's heart was beating rapidly, pulse pounding through in her veins, ears filled by a rushing whoosh. Licking her lips, she felt hot saliva gathering. It was a wetness matched by that growing between her kneeling legs. My god, I'm so damn horny, she thought, tiny rivers of womanly nectar running from her crotch.

'Suck it, baby.' The words rumbled in the barrel chest.

Dana Scully leaned forward, mouth opening. A quick flick of the tongue swiped the underside of the inmate's cockhead, leaving a trail of saliva. Just the taste of the unwashed member made the female swoon. Beneath the grey skirt the naked snatch was swelling and itchy. Again the tongue swiped the big black cock, tracing along the slit at the very tip. Again and again, lapping across the crown like a preening cat, she washed the pungent dark flesh.

I can't believe I'm doing this, Dana thought. Mulder. I'm doing it to save Mulder. The rationalisation fell flat. Tasting the gamey member against her tongue set a quiver of arousal through her nervous system, a powerful throbbing building in an already dripping twat. The beautiful redhead was feeling deeply frisky, wild side taking over. She wanted to suck off the prisoner.

Opening her mouth wider, the hot vixen engulfed the head. Luscious lips closing around the helmet, it was instantly bathed in rich viscous saliva. Cheeks hollowing, Scully sucked hungrily, voraciously. The fulsome male flavour tickled her taste buds, sweet yet salty. It was a savoury taste she favoured. Strong and agile, her tongue stroked the sensitive ridge below, plucking it like a bow string. God, how I love the taste of cock, she thought, now happily sucking away.

'Yeah baby. Suck that dick,' Williams said from above, wanting more. For him this was the greatest blowjob he'd had in years. And the fact the ho doing it is an FBI agent? And a sexy one at that! Damn, that makes it all the sweeter. And so far, she's only been working the head.

Jaw already beginning to ache from the stretch, the federal investigator's lips eased down the shaft, taking more of the inmate's fat tool. Drawing back before sliding down again, more disappeared between her full lips. Accepting more of the flavoursome tool, the redhead started bobbing up and down. Sucking the portion crammed into her mouth, Scully's hands stroked the veiny length, grip rotating as they supported the heavy manhood. Delicious!

Not Dana's first black cock, it was an impressive, intimidating size. In her experience the myth that all black men were well hung had long ago been proven true. However, this monster put them all to shame. It's so damn big, she thought. Scully could picture herself, sucking off the dark-skinned prisoner in his cell, on her knees, no panties covering her wet snatch under her skirt. It turned the woman on even further. Looking up she saw the looming, controlling bastard who'd engineered the highly charged situation she now found herself in. I should hate this, I should. But...Jesus I feel so horny!

Gack. Gack.

Feeling the bulbous cockhead hit the entrance to her throat, the doctor wondered if she could deepthroat it. It's' far too big. But I have to try. I just have to. Any consideration as to the purpose of her visit were now gone. Under other circumstances Scully would have been able to list the hormonal changes taking place in her body, the physical reactions. However, only hot erotic thoughts filled her mind. Setting her shoulders, relaxing her throat, Scully pressed forward.

Gack. Gack. Gack.

Obscene liquid sounds coming from her mouth, the FBI agent attempted to pass the man into her throat. Gack. Gack. Eyes watering, she tried again. An experienced cock sucker, this time she flattened her tongue and emitted a deep "ah" sound, supressing the autonomic gag reflex. Just as she made to swallow the pole, Williams grabbed her head, huge paws either side. Hips thrusting forward, hands pulling, he jammed himself through her lips, filling her mouth and entered the constricting throat. The engorged cobble-like glands forged past the epiglottis, compressed the larynx and surged down her oesophagus. Not stopping, the determined criminal forced himself down the unresisting officer's tight gullet, reshaping it around his intrusion. Only once the auburn beauty's face pressed into his wiry bush did he stop, fully engulfed.

'Fuck lady, that's tight. Jesus Christ, I ain't ever been deeped like this before,' the gigantic black guy said. Holding the woman's head, Ekon Williams basked in the sensation wrapped around his deeply embedded member.

Eyes tightly shut Dana Scully was beside herself with arousal. Disbelieving the tumescence could be deepthroated, she felt a little pride at the accomplishment. But quickly it transformed into one of shame. Here she was, an FBI Special Agent, kneeling before a convicted drug dealer, her used panties in his pocket, throat filled with his gigantic phallus. Hidden under the grey suit, her tits were swollen and hot, nipples aching as they poked strenuously against the restraining bra. Feminine wetness slicked inner thighs and greased open pussy lips, bubbling from her twitching, itching cunt hole.

Needing to breath, the russet-haired beauty ever so slowly pulled her head back. Gliding over the veiny surface, the stretched lips moved back along the shaft, leaving it glistening with hot saliva. As soon as the head unblocked her throat, the woman took as deep a breath as she could, drawing air around the meat still cramming her mouth.

Hands still clasping the head of the nasty little bitch, the felon watched as she caught her breath. Within the talented mouth, he could feel the flickering tongue pressed to his happy tool. Satisfied his victim had had enough time, Williams abruptly plunged his full length back down her throat. With one smooth deliberate action, he once more filled the tight passage, crushing her face against his hard body and pungent pubic hair. Never felt a blowjob like this before, he thought.

Strong legs braced, muscular arms bunching, he set about face fucking the sexy fed. Huge hands holding the stunning ginger in place, he fucked in and out of the wonderful throat. Vulgar, lewd noises came from the struggling gullet, the sucking mouth. Wet squishy sounds filled the prison cell, mixed with the low groaning coming from the ecstatic prisoner. Seeing the woman struggle, Ekon withdrew until the crown remained between the full lips. Letting the visitor grab a breath, he surged into the warm constricting neck.

As the brute throat-fucked her, Scully fought the urge to reach under her grey skirt to grab her pussy. Beneath the kneeling body, her sex was charged. In powerful throbbing waves, heat and pleasure filled her crotch. Quivering from its tiny hood, her clitoris was stiff, drawing attention to a building need. Part of Scully wanted desperately to rub the highly sensitive bud, to shove her fingers into the wet hole. Even without direct stimulation, Dana could feel a mounting pressure as an orgasm grew. I'm going to cum from this bastard raping my throat, she thought. She wasn't the only one.

'Uh, baby, yes. Oh, I'm gonna...' The words sounded heavy, falling from the hulking giant.

Barely withholding a moan of disappointment, the investigator felt the monstrous endowment pull from her clutching gullet for the last time. It seemed to go on forever, sliding from the passage, over a squirming tongue and finally out through sore lips. Eyes bleary with tears, she watched the prisoner furiously stroking his cock, the tip aiming back at the vacated orifice. Aided by copious amounts of rich mucus and saliva, the hand moved rapidly.

'Open your mouth for me baby,' Williams grated through clenched teeth. Instantly obeying, the hot bitch's gob gaped for him, awaiting his deposit. 'Yeah...yeah, here it comes!'

Aiming directly into the FBI slut's mouth, the convict groaned, releasing thick wads of jizz. An audible splash accompanied the first load, hitting the woman's tongue and coating it in silvery white swirls. A second equally massive bolt shot under the now upraised tongue, filling the declivity. More hot salty seed erupted, deluging the white woman's tongue, filling the orifice with a black man's seed. With a grunt, the last dribble was squeezed out, dropping into the gathered pool.

It's so hot. So salty, Scully thought. Exquisite. Keeping her mouth open, the viscous fluid slopped about as her tongue lazily stirred it. Sampling the strong flavour, the investigator recalled an X-File. An inmate secluded in solitary confinement was discovered in a bad way. Taken to hospital, an entire pint of semen was pumped from his stomach. Imagine being forced to drink so much sperm? Images of being made to do just that flashed across her vision.

'Swallow it,' Williams demanded, shocked and delighted by the wanton display put on by the conservatively dress white fem.

With difficulty, Dana obeyed the convict. Close to gagging on the thick jizz, she swallowed. Going down her abused gullet it resembled a large oyster. There was so much of it she had to swallow twice more, each a warm shellfish of human seed. Finally clearing the load, the red-faced woman displayed her open mouth, proving she'd done as instructed.

Hearing the burly criminal laughing snapped Scully back to the reality of her predicament. Climbing to her feet, Scully smoothed her clothing, trying desperately to ignore the smell of semen on her breath, the taste still rich on her tongue. The task was made all the more difficult by the on-going demands between her legs. Only by re-focussing on Mulder and his plight was the FBI agent able to regain some modicum of self-control.

'Now that I've done what you asked, the name, Mr Williams,' Scully asked.

'That was the best blowjob I've had in fuck knows how long. You got some skills, girl,' the inmate said. He made no move to put away his wilting tool, light reflecting from the varnish of saliva the redhead was responsible for.

'The name, Mr Williams,' Scully repeated, expression turning angry.

'Yeah, ok, yeah. The face I saw in my vision was a guy named Omomteez Jackson. We used to run together,' Ekon Williams told his visitor. 'It's because of that motherfucker I'm in this shithole. We were about to get pinched for a job. Jackson up and pops me one in the leg and ran. Left me hanging like fucking bait. You want your agent back, you find Omomteez Jackson.'

'Thank you, Mr Williams,' Scully said. Without another word, she turned, exited the cell, and left the man to stuff his satisfied dick back in his pants.

Passing Blevins's cell, Dana glanced in, hoping he hadn't overheard what she'd done. But it would have been impossible not to. Still sat on his bunk, Blevins gave Scully the same sad look again. If he were to tell anyone, who'd believe him? Cavalier attitude unusual for her, she chose to ignore the potential disaster to her career, walking on.