Therapist in the Sky (Closed)

[BeachBum25]

He smiled at her as she pressed her wonderful breasts to his arm. Listening as she whispered in his ear, he thought about the new persona that she was taking on, and the movie Sybil ran through his mind. He chuckled a little as he looked over at the group of men obviously jealous of him.

"Well, then Ms. Betsy, I think that is a great idea. It sounds like a lot of fun. I believe that the raw, animalistic nature of the various events at the rodeo is just what the doctor ordered....a rodeo it is."

Patrick took a drink of his beer. "I think a pretty filly like you would fit right in at a rodeo." He kissed her lightly as he caressed her back; moving his fingers up and down her spine, slowly.... making sure that the businessmen noticed the attention he was giving to her.

"We will have to go shopping and get you some proper clothes to wear to the rodeo, Betsy. You would look too out of place dressed the way you are. I bet we can find an outfit for you that would be just perfect for highlighting your hot little body."

"You know what I would love to see there? Calf roping. Those cowboys are really good with the ropes. I might be able to learn a trick or two from them, Betsy. We might be able to use them in the stud barn. You know, sometimes they need to hold the target in place so the stud can do his work,"

Patrick could not believe what he was doing. This was so totally out of character for him. Never would he ever talk like this about a woman he had feelings for. Now, however, he was doing it, and saying these things loudly enough for a group of drunk guys to hear him.

 

[wickedpen]

Bridgette swooned as Patrick became Tex and she was a Texas Cowboy Cheerleader.

"I think a leather mini with a star or a flag maybe?" she beamed at him, "and a nice halter top." she said cupping her breasts for them all to enjoy, but mainly Patrick.

She listened as Patrick became Tex and Tex wanted to talk about tying up a stallions target. Bridgette crossed and recrossed her legs as she grew more excited.

"I think your gonna need some boots Tex, and maybe some chaps to keep those legs safe when your branding iron is hot." she said with a lick of her lips that sent excitement into every male in the car, including the old man collecting tickets.

"Sir? How long until we get to Dallas?" Betsy said sweetly to the old man who nearly blushed. She pulled an old gold pocket watch out of his vest and opened it, looked at it then up at Betsy and said "twenty minutes mam."

"Too bad." she says grabbing Patrick's hand with both of hers, "not enough time to get naked again." Her smile was easy and real and relaxed Patrick, at least that part that could relax near her.

 

[BeachBum25]

“Well Betsy, I think we have some shopping to do when we arrive in Dallas. I think you would look great in a leather mini with a Texas flag on your ass. You know what else you would look good in?...... a nice pair of Daisy Dukes. They would show off that hot ass.”

He smiled as he saw Betsy watching the reactions of the men behind him as Tex and Betsy discussed their outfits. “Combine those Daisy Dukes with a flannel shirt tied right below those wonderful breasts with it unbuttoned almost all the way to where it is tied and I may have to buy me a couple of six shooters to keep all of the stallions from trying to mount you.”

Patrick felt that the conversation had taken a somewhat corny turn, but was smiling because he knew that it was driving the businessmen who were ogling Betsy crazy. He was starting to enjoy the game-playing with Bridgette, but he did wonder how long it would be able to go on before he had to return to work.

“I agree that I need to get me a pair of them cowboy boots Betsy. I will also need to get me a pair of jeans and a proper shirt... maybe just a form-fitting t-shirt to wear with my boots and jeans. Although, I know all you will want to do is get my boots off and get me out of my clothes.”

He listened to her ask the conductor how much longer it was going to be until they arrived in Dallas. The 20 minutes was longer than he hoped for, because Patrick wanted to get on with their adventure. It was only 20 minutes though... he could handle it.

“You know what we can do Betsy since we don’t have enough time to get naked on the train again.... we can try out the fitting rooms in each of the stores we go shopping in. We might be in there longer than the store employees want, but to hell with them.”

 

[wickedpen]

Her hand reached out and up Patrick's thigh as she moaned with desire, "but I fucking want it!"

She looks annoyed as his words hit home. She looked at the business men then at the conductor and then back at Patrick, "have you ever had sex in a changing room?"

The question hung in the air as she broke into a smile and said "maybe the sales girl will watch. That is how they make their biggest tips, ya know?"

One never knew if Bridgette was telling the truth but she sure was sexy as hell.

 

[BeachBum25]

"Oh, trust me, you are going to get it. You are going to get it again and again. Nit just in the fitting rooms, but wherever we can find a place to be alone.. and also some places where we are not alone and others can see what we are doing... just like these guys were able to see us."

He looked Betsy in the eye. "No, I have never fucked a hot woman like you in a fitting room before, but I am certainly going to take advantage of every opportunity we have. I think some sales girls are going to get pretty big tips."

The train entered the station and Patrick stood up and moved next to Bridgette. He kissed her cheek and whispered to her. "I am sorry for getting carried away and saying something to them about you being mine. I went too far. I just wanted you to know how bad I wanted you."

He stepped back from her. "We need to find a the right places for you to get your new clothes Betsy. We need to take care of you first, and then we will find my jeans and boots." He offered her his hand and helped her from her seat. They headed off the train to their next adventure.

 

[wickedpen]

Coming into the less than first class train station, into the usual chaos and in Dallas it was hot, so when a man in a black cap and black suit, black sunglasses stood holding a sign, "Betsy & Tex", it was a welcome relief. The look of confusion on Patrick's face was like a child at a magic show.

"Bodyguard called ahead." Bridgette said looking for any signs of resistance from her new play pal.

Her accent changed from European to Texan as she said, "Yes, he was on the train and no, I won't tell you who he is, as he changes. It's a global service, just go with it. Like a bubble of helper."

"Hey!" Betsy said loudly at the chauffeur, "I'm Betsy!". She posed as she got closer in her sophisticated whorish style and looked at herself, as did every other person in the terminal.

"I need to go shopping!" she said with a curtsy and a smile. She slid her hand back under Patrick's elbow and draped her fingers across his thick forearm, her movement seemed take up more space than Patrick, twice her size next to her. They followed the, not to be blunt but, short, driver which was unusual for service drivers or guards. She imagined he was as quick and deadly as a viper though, or so she liked to think, not that she ever needed such services.

The car was a black Town Car with black tinted windows, and parked so illegally at the nearest point of departure from the gate they arrived at, but the cops simply walked by without ticketing or towing. Fucking rich people.

The driver formerly opened the door without speaking, then shut it behind Patrick as the couple fell into the cold dark cave of a slippery polished leather interior. His hip next to mine was too much as I turned and kissed him. Straddling his leg as the car began to move. We made out for a few minutes until any more would be past the point of no return.

The car pulled into a massive mall parking lot but went to the loading docks where he spoke without turning his head. "There are appropriate leather goods and other shops you will be interested in. There are also two cell phones in the compartment in front of your seat. There are three numbers programmed. I will wait here."

Betsy leaned forward and opened the small, almost invisible compartment in the back of the front seat and pulled an iPhone out.

"Well? Not a phone guy?" Betsy said with some sass and some sexy confidence.

 

[BeachBum25]

The limo driver holding the sign for Betsy and Tex shocked Patrick. He listened to her talk about the bodyguard and the rotation, and all of what she shared started to make him believe that her story about being wealthy were actually true. How else would anyone know about Betsy and Tex? She had not been out of his sight since she came up with the names.

Te ride in the limo was quite enjoyable. His hands wandered over her body as Betsy straddled his leg. The kiss was wild, passionate and bordering on wanton. If she hadn't broken it off, it would not have been long before they were naked and fucking right there.

Watching Betsy reach for the phone, he smiled at how sassy she was. "Well, phone can be enjoyable with the right person, but I prefer the real thing." He winked at her and smiled. Then grabbed the other phone out of the compartment.

Exiting the limo, Tex offered Betsy his hand and helped her out. Holding onto her hand, he led her in through a door on the loading dock and headed for the leather goods store.

Once inside the store, Betsy made a bee line toward the skirts. They had an incredible collection, and Betsy started handing him skirts that she wanted to try on. She was incredible to watch. It was like she was putting on a show for everyone that was in the store.

"You want to try all of these on Betsy? It will take you forever to try them on and model each of them for me." He gave her a wicked grin and took the next skirt that she handed him. He turned and asked one of the girls working in the store. "Where are the fitting rooms?"

 

[wickedpen]

The sales girl, Sally by the name tag she wore, was a blindingly gorgeous smile encased in a head of honey blonde hair. Her thick red lips were revealed when the shine of her white teeth went away and she stood, five three in high heel white leather boots. Her skirt was as high as Patrick have ever seen a skirt that small worn in public. Like a belt across her clearly bare mound and around her chiseled ass accentuated by her heels. Her top was a white tee shirt with blue collar and cuffs with "Slap Me!", the name of the store, over her very appropriate for her size chest.

"Y'all come right this way." her teeth again filled the room with white light, especially Patrick and his jeans, and Bridgette did notice. Sally held back a plain navy curtain hung in an open doorway frame painted white. Inside there was a basic padded leather bench with a dark wood frame, a wall of mirrors on each side and two doors at the far end, maybe twenty feet across the plush black carpeting.

Betsy threw her sandals off and walked luxuriating in the cold air conditioning blowing on her and her feet sunk into the sensual carpet.

"This is what I am talking about." Bridgette slipped and said it in her European accent.

"Excuse me?" Sally asked confused by the accent, that had only fallen on her lily white Texas ears when a older cousin, Heinrich, visited all those years back.

Sally was chewing gum in an oral masturbatory fantasy of pink gums, red lips and her very active wide flat tongue, grinding every bit of flavor from that long excused piece. She looked confused at Betsy who smiled and reached her arm and touched Sally's elbow and said "I was joking hon. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it." Betsy's hand was huge next to this petite little woman's cheek where they sized each other up and Sally understood.

Looking down at Sally's obscene skirt as customers milled not far away, "I think I want to try that one." running her finger around the hem where it broke contact with her skin, pushed out by her hip bone.

Sally shuddered and sighed with arousal as Betsy smiled and pulled her into the room by her skirt.

The curtain darkened the room which was barely lit.

"Y'all want more light?" Sally asked as our eyes adjusted.

Betsy answered her forcing her hand down under the leather skirt as her other hand brought Sally's thick red lips inches from her own. So softly brushing sweet Sally's wet aroused crotch.

"Do you want more Sally?" Betsy breathed down into her sweet scented hair, extorting her with her hand so close, so nearly fast enough, just not quite and Sally wanted more.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick watched as Betsy taunted and teased the young sales girl. It was really unfair, because the pretty girl had no chance against Betsy. Even when Bridgette came out for a moment, there was no shot. Poor Sally was about to be used as another toy in Betsy's fantasy world of game playing.

Oh, Sally would enjoy herself; there was no doubt about that. He hot little body was going to experience pleasure like she had never dreamed of. However, let there be no doubt, this was all about Bridgette, and making sure that she had as much fun as possible.

Patrick decided to join in the little game. Walking up behind Betsy, he pressed his body to hers as he gripped her hips firmly. Whispering in her ear, but loud enough for Sally to hear, "Betsy, I think you should leave the poor little girl alone. It doesn't seem like she is interested in having any fun."

Looking right into Sally's eyes, Patrick continued, "She does have a wonderful little body, but she is too naive to play the kind of games that you want to play. She wouldn't enjoy the way you want to touch her and kiss her and please her, and she certainly would not enjoy the kind of things that I am going to do to you. I think you should just let her go back out and help some other customers."

Moving his hands up Betsy's sides, Patrick brushed his fingers over her perfect breasts. "You don't want to have Betsy's kind of fun, do you Sally? You wouldn't want her or me to do to your hot little ass what it says on the front of your shirt... would you?"

 

[wickedpen]

"He's back!" Bridgette screamed in her head as she stood with Patrick's hands on her hips and his breathe in her ear. Sally was a delight and Patrick worked her mentally, but not nearly as hard as she knew he would physically once that door was locked.

"Come on girl, you know you wanna." Betsy said reaching her hand back and feeling Patrick hard against her palm.

Bridgette was so happy to have Patrick back in the game, engaged in these escapist fantasies she strings together like a composer writing for a great jazz ensemble. She can set up the physical world, set the notes, but it takes exceptional players, souls, to make the music.

"I do y'all! I love this shit." Sally said with a big gum smacking grin as she pulled the door shut and locked it. Bridgette looked back at Patrick and kissed his cheek, "I think you are gonna be glad you came."

Sally walked to the center of the room and stripped her tee shirt and skirt, but left on her boots, which gave her toned legs and ass and amazing look.

"So what y'all into?" she asked bouncing on her knees on the bench raring to go.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick pressed his hips to Betsy's palm as she reached back and felt his hard cock through his pants. "I know you want that, Betsy," he whispered to her and he nibbled her earlobe.

His hands caressed Betsy's wonderful tits through her top as Patrick watched the sales girl smile at them and say that she was up for just about anything. "Something tells me Betsy that little miss Sally has been in here with customers before for something other than helping them with their purchases."

Patrick walked over to Sally after she removed her skirt and top. He picked up her skirt and looked at it. Then, he looked back to Betsy. "Darling, you will look absolutely amazing in this skirt. Damn it will show off that hot body of yours."

After tossing the skirt back on the bench, Patrick put his arm around Sally's waist and guided her over to Betsy. "You are going to do anything and everything that Betsy tells you to do. I am certain that part of what you are going to get is a good, hard fuck from me. No matter what you have done in here before, it will be nothing like what we are going to do to you."

While holding Sally's hip, Patrick placed his other hand behind Betsy's head and pulled her face to his. He kissed her passionately. When he broke the kiss he looked deeply into her eyes. "I will play any game you want to Betsy, for as long as you want to play them."

 

[wickedpen]

The kiss broke with Patrick's words and Betsy smiled wide. She looked at Sally and putting her hand on her shoulder gently pushed her down until the younger woman was on her knees. Betsy held Patrick's eyes she took his hands and raised her thigh to Sally's shoulder. Sally leaned forward and brought a shudder, a smile and a surprised looked to Betsy's face, not necessarily in that order.

Betsy held Patrick hand and looked at him as Sally used her lips and tongue as well as any Betsy had ever been with. She looked at Patrick's rock hard cock hanging in front of him, just behind Sally's head.

Sally had Betsy steam rolling towards an orgasm within minutes. Her hands squeezed Patrick's thick hands as hard as they could as her body tightened like a clock spring nearing breaking.

"Oh God Yes!" Betsy cried as Patrick held her steady as Sally bore the majority of Betsy's weight undeterred until Betsy nudged her back.

Betsy stumbled to the bench and sat as Patrick stood like a statue and Sally was still on her knees watching Betsy.

"Are you OK mam?" Sally asked nervously.

Betsy was still shaking and numb. She motioned with her arm towards Patrick, as the two looked at each other and Betsy laid back on the leather upholstered bench.

 

[BeachBum25]

Tex helped to steady Betsy as the young sales clerk went down on her. It was very obvious to Patrick that Sally was quite talented with her lips and tongue by the way that Betsy reacted to the attention her pussy was getting.

Patrick's cock was rock hard as he witnessed Sally eating Betsy's cunt. He was going to thoroughly enjoy both of these women. He was also starting to realize that he was going to enjoy his escapades with Bridgette; wherever they took them and for ever long that she wished him to join her.

When Betsy sat back on the leather bench, Tex moved slowly toward her while lifting Sally off her knees and sitting her next to Betsy. Leaning down, he kissed Betsy deep and hard while cupping her firm breast with his left hand. His right hand moved to Sally's chest and pushed her back on the bench.

Breaking the kiss, he looked at Sally. "You did a nice job getting us started. Continue to be a good girl and you might just get some of this." Moving his hips, Tex slid his cock along Betsy drenched pussy. He smiled down at her as he pressed the swollen head of his cock to her.

Tex looked to Sally and thrust his hips, filling Betsy with his big, hard cock. , Burying his cock in Betsy's tight cunt, Tex looked back to her. "That's what you wanted, isn't it Betsy? You wanted some of this hard cowboy cock filling your needy pussy. You didn't get enough of it on the train, but you are going to get plenty of it right here."

Moving his hips in a long, steady motion, Tex filled and stretched Betsy's hot pussy again and again... his thrusts getting harder and harder as he fucked the woman that he could not get enough of. As he continued to pound her pussy, Tex moved his hand between Sally's legs. Running his fingertips through the folds of her pussy, Tex watched Sally's reaction as he continued to slide in and out of Betsy's wonderful pussy.

A big smile came over Tex's face as he looked down at Betsy. He moved faster and faster as both Sally and he steamed toward an incredible mutual orgasm. Sliding a finger into Sally's pussy, he fingerfucked her at the same pace he was fucking Betsy. They were all going to cum together and that was not going to be the end of their little party.

 

[wickedpen]

"Oh god" Betsy shuddered sounding scared as Patrick straddled the bench and pushed her legs back.

"Really, no, not yet. " she tried to stop him, but then he was inside her. She cried out like she had been stabbed, moans turned into a steady happier rhythmic primal chant. She looked up at him, enraged with lust but controlled. He was enjoying every moment as he thrust towards her . His hands on her thighs pulling her into him until a final thud announced "again."

"Y'all are fucking hot." Sally's drawl ignited them. Sally's cries as Patrick worked her oversexed little body mingled with Betsy's grunts and groans like two snakes twisting around each other.

Betsy looked nervous as she inhaled and exhaled quickly, trying to oxygenate her body as it raced under him. Her muscles only trembled when she tried to use any of them, as her primal subconscious had taken full control and al she could do was let it happen.

 

[BeachBum25]

Tex erupted violently, filling Betsy's hot pussy with a flood of his thick cum. His fingers were buried in sally's tight little cunt as he left his shaft buried deep in Betsy. Once he had accepted his role in her games, Patrick was sure he was going to enjoy every second of them.

Slipping his cock out of Betsy, Tex looked at Sally. "You need to clean off my cock and make sure I stay hard. So, get on your knees Sally." Sally moved to the floor, kneeling in front of Tex. Tex looked over at Betsy, who was panting heavily as she laid on the bench, as he pressed the swollen head of his big cock to Sally's lips.

Sally accepted the gift willingly. She opened her mouth wide and allowed Tex's cock to lay on her tongue. Then her tongue came to life and began to swirl around his cock. Her mouth closed around him and she began to suck his shaft. She went after his cock like a demon... attacking it with an incredible intensity. The entire time her eyes looked up at Tex as if she was seeking his approval.

Beginning to move his hips, Tex started to push his cock into Sally's throat as she did a wonderful job of cleaning the mixture of his and Betsy's cum from his cock and keeping his shaft hard for further encounters. He smiled down at Sally as she willingly accepted his cock into her throat. "I know you like it there, but I am sure you will like it better buried in your tight, little cunt."

 

[wickedpen]

I tell y'all, these two were hot! I mean he was big and sexy, and had his big ass cock down my throat. I felt so nasty, and at work can you believe it? Yeah, I had played it up before like i would do this but nobody ever took me up on it.

I looked at the beauitful woman so satisfied on the bench, her legs spread as she was watching him. He was watching me and held my eyes as I looked up to him.

"..I am sure you will like it better buried in your tight, little cunt." he said without even a smile. He was serious and needed to satisfy himself.

He was right of course. He was just old enough to have forgotten what an eighteen year old feels like, so young and wet and excited.

I turned and raised one knee to the bench and both hands as I faced the woman who was watching him move behind me. I tried to relax as he brushed his thick cock head along the wetness under my ass. He felt enormous then his hand caressed my breast and took hold of me. Suddenly I knew it was on, and "OH.. FUCK.. YEAH!" I hollered progressively louder as he took three approaches, each a little firmer than the last until I was seeing red and arching my back to absorb his weight being thrust into me.

I felt the backs of her legs on my hands before I realized the woman had moved in front of me, raising her hips wantonly. I leaned down and kissed her and let her grind my mouth against herself. Her hand firm on my head as I jerked with the steady rhythm behind me into her.