Therapist in the Sky (Closed)

[BeachBum25]

Patrick was in a haze. He wasn't sure what had just happened. He tried to clear his mind. He thought back to Kelly stroking his hard cock with her bare feet. Then he remembered her losing contact with his cock and how he had moved over her and slid his cock over her leather covered body.

He tried to catch his breath as he laid on top of her. He would much rather be laying on her skin to skin, but, with MM calling the shots here, her leather clad body was the best he could do.

He moved off of Kelly quickly as he heard the door open. He wanted to be able to defend himself... and to defend Kelly if someone was entering the office. Once he noticed that the outer office was empty, he relaxed a little and sat on the floor next to Kelly.

He looked at her mask covered face when she asked him to kiss her feet. It seemed like this was her way of ending their "therapy session." Patrick had no problem with kissing Kelly's feet. It was the only skin he could touch, or taste and he welcomed the opportunity.

Moving down to her feet, Patrick too one in his hands and began to kiss the bottom of her foot; running his tongue slowly over the arch. His tongue continued up to her toes and he kissed and licked each toe before nibbling lightly on her big toe. The whole time he looked up toward her mask covered face; wishing he could see her wonderful eyes.

He was in no hurry. Patrick sucked each toe into his mouth and circled it with his tongue before releasing it and moving on to the next toe. Once he had finished with her toes, he kissed across the top of her foot until his lips and tongue came to the leather covering her ankles.

Patrick moved to the other foot and repeated his treatment on that foot.. enjoying the touch of her foot on his hands, lips and tongue. When he was finished, he stood up, looked around the room as if looking for someone, and said, "I hope you enjoyed." Then he looked at Kelly, still on the floor, I guess this ends our session.

Turning and heading to the outer office, Patrick picked up his clothes and began to dress; knowing that MM was still watching. How did he know? He could just feel it.

 

[wickedpen]

As thought things seemed odd as the elevator opened for Patrick a valet marched off the elevator carrying a silver platter with a gold key on it. She quickly passed Patrick and was inside the doctors office door.

The valet was a small man man dressed in a red jacket, white shirt and black pants. His hair was short, parted on the side and dark. He walked into Kelly's office and stood at attention as she slowly rose to her feet and took the key. She unlocked the lock on her shoulder and began peeling the animal skin from her own. It took her getting on the ground and a bit of a struggle to free herself.

The valet held out his hand for the suit. Kelly pondered tasting where Patrick had cum.

"Dirty filthy whore." she could hear MM if she did it.

Her hand glided to her aching clit as she replayed how Patrick had pretty much lost it, dry humping her. God it made her happy and brought a smile to her face as she sat on the leather couch and lit a cigarette in a box hidden underneath.

The valet exited the room.

"You are getting there with this one." the familiar voice of the Match Maker was heard through the room. A presence everywhere Kelly went, for six years now. She has been his muse, source of his power.

"Why do you want him?" she asked between drags.

"I have my reasons." the male voice growled.

"You won't hurt him will you?" she asked as a real bond was developing with this one, unlike any of the others. "The others were scum, this guy is a good person." she said in hopes of keeping him around.

"What difference does it make to you? A fresh raw hard cock is all you want." his words bit as the awkward night years back when he faltered and she was drunk and said the wrong thing.

"I need his mentor at the hospital, Dr Wells, to be disgraced and I want him to do it." the voice said, not surprising Bridgette as she knew he was petty and very transactional. "He is the head of the board, and I want his new wife to get fucked by Patrick for all to see." MM said breaking into a disturbing laugh.

"How am I going to do that?" Bridgette wondered out loud as her mind was already plotting to get Patrick back.

"I don't care. There is a weekend retreat to the Catskills for the board this weekend, with spouses. Meetings all day for the men between rounds of golf, so Patrick should be able to swoon little Mrs Wells during the day." the voice continued. "Bring me video of him pounding that gold digging bitch." he screamed then there was silence.

Bridgette pressed a hidden button under the table and the windows cleared up and shown the night city again. She lit another cigarette and thought of how he had mounted her, so primal. The couch was wet.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick watched the valet get off the elevator, and then took the little man's place. He figured that MM was having something delivered to Kelly; probably some kind of reward for her completion of the task that he had given to her.

"Why am I being used like this?," he thought. "Why am I allowing myself to be used by MM and his puppet?" After that thought, he realized that he was also MM's puppet. He was being manipulated and MM was pulling the strings.

When he got home, he went right to the bathroom and showered. It wasn't so much to get the sex off of him. It was more like an attempt to clean off the thoughts that he was being used by someone. This was something that he was not accustomed to. He was always the one who was in charge. This whole pandemic had changed him... and not necessarily for the better.

After getting out of the shower, Patrick walked into his bedroom as he toweled off. Turning on the television, he flipped through the channels to see if he could find anything interesting. He found a basketball game from the bubble and watched it, mindlessly, for a bit.. his thoughts on Kelly.

He could not get over his attraction to her. There was something about her that made him want to be with her... spend time with her.... enjoy her company.... make love to her... fuck her. He had a feeling, though, that would never happen, because she wasn't free to do what she wanted. MM was making all of the decisions for her.

He fell asleep. It was a restless sleep filled with wild images of people in leather and sexual acts that seemed to be other-worldly. He woke up and sat up in his bed. At this rate, he was going to have to get a therapist that would help him with what his current therapist was doing to his mind.

 

[wickedpen]

It was Wednesday when Bridgette confirmed all the events of the weekend. She pulled her phone and texted Patrick.

"Up for a weekend in the Catskills? I need a little help and will do anything if you take care of it for me. Rocky Top Inn, Bellman, NY 10am Saturday." she reread it and pressed send. This was going to take some massaging to get to happen. Probably a good thing MM did not let her have him the night before, or she might not be up to her or his game.

She would go up a day before and place the cameras and mics around the rooms. Yes MM had paid the hotel for access. In these little out of the way places, the staff is very susceptible to bribery.

Bridgette stood in the shadows in a pair of black riding boots and camel riding pants taylored her perfectly. A white blouse under a black riding jacket completed her look, with her hair pulled back in a bun, ready for a riding helmet. She was near the grand entrance to the Inn, where the valets took keys and issued slips. It was a small place, but very posh. Almost secretive, but Patrick should be fairly obvious in this traffic jam of wall street types driving Europe's finest vehicles.

 

[BeachBum25]

The text message made Patrick smile. A weekend in the Catskills with Kelly would be enjoyable. In the mountains there would be places that he could get Kelly alone and avoid the oversight of MM. Being alone with Kelly would allow him to get some answers and also to have some intimate time with her that is not being orchestrated by the maestro.

He got the details from Kelly and took a couple of days vacation to be with her. He enjoyed the drive up, but when he approached the resort, he saw a long line of very expensive automobiles. It wasn't like his SUV was a piece of junk, but it was nowhere near in the league of these vehicles.

As he got to the valet, he opened the door and took the ticket from the man at the stand. He grabbed his bag out of the back and headed toward the lobby. He glanced over and saw Kelly. She looked like she was just getting back from horseback riding... or on her way to do so.

He moved toward her. His eyes were moving around; taking in the landscape... trying to see where MM could be watching from. He approached Kelly and said hello to her. "You look amazing, Dr. Brown. Off for a little ride or just getting back?"

His eyes tried to send a message that he wanted to get her someplace where they could talk.. alone. That way, he could frisk her for listening devices while out of the view of prying eyes and cameras. He wanted to frisk her for other reasons as well. His hands missed being on her body.

 

[wickedpen]

She held out a key card and said "Patrick, lovely you could come. I am off to the stables but go to this room and relax, order room service, what ever you want, all comped." She looked around nervously and then turned and let him watch her walk away. She knew she was an amazing creature and keeping Patrick off balance made her skin tight riding pants all the more merciless to have him watch walk away.

As Kelly disappeared Patrick turned and nearly knocked down a mousey little brunette who was shaken by the interaction. She was wearing khaki slacks, penny loafers and a red sweater and pearls.

She looked shocked at Patrick and very nervous as the book she was carrying fell on the ground. "Little Women" was the title Patrick read as he picked it up for her apologizing.

"I am OK. I think." the petite woman said exasperated. She was woefully out of place like a school teacher in this mass of models and bottles. She looked at Patrick and held out her hand "Patty Wells, thank you for your assistance." she said in a strange autonomous voice.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick stood and stared as Kelly walked away from him. Her wonderful body in the riding pants was almost more than a man should have to bear. He continued to watch her until he realized that if anyone was watching him, they would think he was an out and out perv.

Grabbing his bag, he turned quickly to head into the lodge, when, all of a sudden, he collided with a woman. Fortunately, the contact was just glancing and he did not knock this poor woman onto the ground.

He bent over and picked up the book that the woman had been carrying and that he had knocked out of her hand and sent it flying. Handing it to her, he apologized profusely. "I am so sorry. I should have been paying more attention to where I was going. Are you okay, ma'am?"

He took her hand when she offered it as she introduced herself. "Hello Mrs. Wells, it is very nice to meet you. Although, I am sure you would agree, the circumstances could have been better. My name is Patrick... Patrick Boyle."

He smiled down at her and wondered what she was doing here amongst the wealth that he saw. Most of the men had arrived with women who were considerably younger, and had some major, expensive enhancements. "Is there any way that I can make up for my clumsiness? May I buy you a drink, perhaps?"

 

[wickedpen]

"I was going to get some tea, so why not?" she said with the confidence of money tempered with the knowledge of humility. She slid her tiny hand cuffed with white lace on her red sweater through his arm. Her small thin fingers appeared on his massive forearm decorated with a diamond that was so big it looked fake.

As they were seated overlooking a lake with a steaming tea in front of Jenny Wells the ex-bookkeeper turned multi-millionaire wife to the older James Wells. All of this was lost on everyone but the most knowledgeable of these elite circles. Jenny was thirty three years younger than James who was pushing seventy. Jenny had a cute pointed nose and light brown hair cute in a pragmatic bob. She wore red lipstick and just a hint of mascara. She smelled of roses and spoke like a school teacher.

Her green eyes sparkled as she looked out on the beautiful mountain landscape.

"So many lovely things in this world and all my husband seems to want to do is destroy them and build more hospitals." Jenny said as her attention returned to Patrick.

"So Patrick Boyle, what brings you way up here? I assume from your accent you are from the city." she said astutely. Jenny had a quick mind, which is what endeared her to James. She was diminutive at five foot two and thin, she could not have weighed over one hundred pounds.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick escorted Mrs. Wells to the deck overlooking the lake and pulled the seat out for her as she sat down. He made sure that she was looking out at the lake and he sat with his back to it. He ordered tea for her and a tonic with lime for himself.

Ordering tea in the afternoon seemed like such a rich, snotty thing to Patrick. He looked at her and was surprised that someone so young was here. When he had pulled up to the valet, it appeared that all of the old guys had the bottled babes. Mrs Wells seemed so different. She had an air of the well-educated, bright-minded woman who older rich guys would avoid.

“So, your husband is in health care. Or, rather, he is involved in building health care facilities. Is there some kind of convention here this weekend? I couldn’t help but notice all of the expensive cars pulling up as I arrived.”

Patrick took a sip of his tonic as he made contact with Mrs. Wells. “I am in the fire department in the EMS. I needed a couple of days off and I thought this would be the perfect place for some peace and quiet. Once I got here, I saw it was going to be very busy.”

Patrick did not want to share with this woman that his reason for being here was to spend some alone time with his therapist; hopefully with opportunities to enjoy her on his terms and not on the terms of some creepy guy that had been spying on them and playing them like a master puppeteer.

“What is it that they have for the wives, girlfriends, boyfriends and/ or husbands to do while the meetings are going on at this convention your husband is at? You can’t expect me to believe you come here just to read a book.”

 

[wickedpen]

"You are certainly a fish out of water Mr Boyle. This is the annual shareholders meeting for the Wells-McDougal Medical Corporation, WC Med, the largest medical corporation in the world. You probably bring people to many of our hospitals." she says as though a corporate spokesperson, but Patrick sees it is more of just how high strung she is, she doesn't know any other way to be.

Sitting back Jennifer Wells appeared to look past Patrick into the landscape behind him, but behind the black sunglasses Jenny was taking a full account of this stranger. Not like a woman at a bar sizes up a man smiling at her, but as a scientist observes and catalogues the world.

"So just here to unwind huh?" she said a bit more chipper than she was comfortable and noted to dial back her interest. "Well there are golf course and tennis courts, rock climbing and hiking if that is more your thing." she paused to sense interest. "They have a lovely hot spring sauna under the hotel," she said leaning forward and looking over her glasses at Patrick, "if you know who to ask ." She held his gaze for a microsecond long enough to plant a seed but no more.

"There are also riding trails and stables, I think there are some who actually practice equestrian. Brutes, I can't stand seeing animals used for human pleasure." she said in a tone bordering on emotion.

"I may take a soak around three, if your interested I will be in the lobby at three." she said taking a final sip and standing. It was with the light shining on her petite figure under the red sweater and khaki slacks that Patrick got a better appreciation for her wonderful proportions.

She looked at Patrick awkwardly and then just turned and walked back the way they had come.

A waiter came to the table as Jenny left and asked "will there be anything else sir?"

 

[BeachBum25]

Was she flirting with him? Did she really just invite him to join her for a soak in the hot spring? She was not someone who would normally attract his attention, but he was intrigued by her flirtations,and he watched as she walked away from the table.

He was shaken out of his thoughts as the waiter approached. "No, no, that will be all. Thank you very much." Patrick settled the bill with the waiter and left a tip that was more much more than the check was for. He sat back in the chair, his thoughts returning to the rich woman before venturing back to Kelly.

Thoughts of being alone out here with Kelly brought a smile to his face. Then, his smile went away. Was this another set-up? It was too easy. The woman just happened to be there when he turned around. She accepted his invitation to have a drink with him. She invited him to soak in the hot spring sauna with her. All of this while her very wealthy husband was nearby in meetings, or golfing, or whatever rich guys do at these meetings.

Taking a deep breath, Patrick relaxed and came back to his senses. There was no way that MM could be setting this up. It was obvious that he had something on Kelly; something very embarrassing if it was released, but there was no way that he had something on Mrs. Wells.

His mind started wandering to how he was going to be able to get Kelly alone; outside of the sight of MM. Where could they go to be alone and have nobody else direct what they were doing... just the two of them doing what they wanted?

He got up from the table and headed inside the lodge. Going to the room that Kelly had told him to, he went inside, placed his bag in the corner and walked to the window. He looked out over the mountains.. his mind on Kelly. Then, in an instant, there was an image in his head of Mrs. Wells wrapped in only a towel, greeting him at the hot spring sauna.

 

[wickedpen]

Kelly loved riding and took advantage every chance she got. It took her back to her summers in Massachusetts on her grandfather's farm. Her head was full of thoughts of Patrick and how he had lost it the last time with her in the leather suit. She felt like that as the horse under her was galloping through a rolling field. She was on till the end and would have it no other way, slapping the beautiful brown hide of the stallion she straddled.

She swiped her card in the same lock Patrick had before. It was two forty five and she was hot, sweaty and dirty from riding. Her boots tapped on the hardwood floors until they were muffled by the thick carpeted hallway leading to his room as her perfume was mixed with smells of hte fields and the barns.

She stepped in and saw him looking out the window.

"A little bird told me you met my friend Jennifer." she said as he turned. She held black leather riding gloves and a black leather crop in one hand as she took him in. She paused to enjoy the sight.

"I don't care." she said and ran to him hugging him and nearly knocking him down as she kissed him passionately. Her hands feeling his strength and energy as his hands felt her. Kissing manically, sucking tongues and grinding bodies they were naturally drawn together. She was about to throw him on the bed and ride him like that magnificent horse she just had.

Just then their phones, Kelly's tucked smartly in her skin tight riding pants, began to ring. She pulled hers out as Patrick looked at his on the table.

Kelly read her text silently, "Get on with it."

Patrick's text read "Take her phone, record fucking Mrs Wells in the sauna and give it back to her. She will wait."

 

[BeachBum25]

At the sight of Kelly in front of him, all thoughts of anything else in the world were immediately out of his mind. It was her and her alone that he desired and she looked as good as ever a she stood in front of him.

He caught her as she ran to him and hugged him. Stumbling for a second, Patrick maintained his balance and pulled Kelly close to him and kissed her deeply and passionately. he pressed his body tighter to her, his big cock growing harder with her so close. His hands wandered... he wanted her badly... on their terms.

The simultaneous ring of their phones shocked them out of the kiss. He looked at Kelly and saw the look on her face when she read the message on her phone. It was obvious that she was not happy about what she saw.

Patrick moved over and picked up his phone. Reading the message, he started to get angrier. This was a set-up and Kelly was, once again, an integral part of the set-up. He was pissed at her. "So, Bridgette, this was all another game. You got me here at the behest of MM, and all the time, I really thought you anted to spend some quality time with me. I am such a fool."

He looked back at the message on his phone, then back at Bridgette. "How did he know about the sauna. It was something your "dear friend" told me while she drank a cup of tea. I doubt you have never even met her."

Trying to control his anger, Patrick took a deep breath. "You knew about all of this, didn't you? You brought me up here at his urging. I know he is listening, and probably watching right now. What is it to him or to you if I fuck some rich bitch?"

Patrick began to undress. He grabbed a pair of gym shorts from his bag and started out of the room. Looking back at Bridgette, "If he wants to watch me fuck Mrs. Wells, with you or he will have to do the videoing.... that is, if I even fuck her. I might just not do her and fuck with both of your plans."

Heading down to the sauna, Patrick tried to calm himself down. He was not interested in continuing the role as puppet to MM and to Dr. Brown, or whoever she really was. Walking in, he looked around for Mrs. Wells. One of the spa attendants walked up and asked if they could help. "I was supposed to meet someone here. I don't see her though. Maybe there was a change of plans."

 

[wickedpen]

Bridgette could not speak, or would not as he seethed with anger, but left for the sauna bringing a smile to her face. She looked on the ground and picked up his shirt he had been wearing. Bringing it to her face she inhaled his scent.

"Oh darling, do this and we can be together." she sighed as her hands quickly opened her riding pants and slid into her panties. On the chair, sprawled with her boots pointed nearly in different directions she held his scent over her face as her other hand worked her aching flesh with thought of his. How he had kissed her, touched her, pulled her into his hard cock.

By the time Bridgette was still in the chair, satiated for the moment, Patrick was at the sauna, he managed to find on his own.

"Mrs Wells is waiting for you in steam room three." the attendant said with a Swedish accent, standing a few inches taller than Patrick with a head of blonde hair, in a business like but friendly manner. The attendant leaned down and pressed a button on his desk and a door popped open on the near wall.

"You may leave your things in there." he said without making eye contact. "The steam rooms are down on the left." he said before returning to his crossword puzzle.

 

[BeachBum25]

Somewhat surprised that the attendant knew who he was there to meet,Patrick watched as he pressed a button and the door opened. Looking around for cameras, he was sure they had them here, Patrick wondered who else MM had involved in his plan, and what the end-game was.

Patrick walked through the door and found a place to leave his things. Of course, the only things he had to leave was the gym shorts he was wearing. Removing them, he placed them in the locker. He headed down the hall and found steam room 3 on the left side.

Slowly, he opened the door. He did not want to startle Mrs. Wells. Of course, she was expecting him. She had told the attendant where to send him. He wondered how she was going to able to keep this from her husband. Perhaps she had spread a little cash around to keep people quiet.

Walking into the sauna, his big shaft was semi-erect at the thought of what he was going to find. He was so pissed off at Bridgette/ Kelly/ Dr. Brown, or whoever she really was, that he was going to fuck Mrs. Wells long and hard, if the opportunity presented itself.

"Hello Mrs. Wells. Thank you for the opportunity to experience a hot spring sauna. This isn't something that people in my line of work normally enjoy, because we can't afford such luxuries."

He smiled at her as he moved inside and joined her. Patrick's eyes moved over Mrs. Wells; trying to get a view of the body that he wanted to enjoy... almost as a way of getting back at Kelly. Hell, no almost about it... he wanted to get back at her, and he wanted to fuck this rich woman like she had neverbeen fucked before.

 

[wickedpen]

"Mr Boyle, welcome." Jenny said sitting up with a eye popping white towel around her as she sat on the second level pouring water over the glowing rocks. Another ladle and the steam sizzled until escaping into the already hot and wet air.

Eyeing Patrick's semi erect, arm like appendage between his legs, Jenny patted the cedar bench where she sat, designating it as his place. Her commanding way was out of habit to get things done more quickly. She never liked to waste time. She said it was because her father had died young and on his death bed gave her that advice.

"We can never be too careful. Someone might smuggle something in here to hurt me with." she said as a throw away line.

As Patrick sat and apologized for being experienced in the ways of the rich Jenny licked her thin lips in anticipation.

Jenny stood and turned to face Patrick. She seemed almost fake she was so short. She unwrapped the towel and then slowly laid it out on the bench behind her, giving him a fine view of her ass before turning back towards him. She stood calm and still with her arms at her sides and her breasts full but not overwhelming, topped with big round nipples. Her stomach was trim her pale porcelain skin stretched over her hip bones and then a thick chestnut brown tangle of hair between her thin short legs.

"Just so you know we are being observed and if I give the slightest sign you will be removed from here forcibly." she said as though expressing warning for the steam rocks. She paused and watched Patrick's lap in silence as the muffled sound inside this cedar cube was reverberating the blood pounding through Patrick's cock.

"I only have one question, and after that you can do what you want with or to or in or on as you wish." she said as her hand began to caress between her legs. Her voice growing softer.

Then, "did anyone ask you to fuck me?" she said sternly holding his eyes.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick smiled at her as he walked to where she patted the bench in a way that told him, "SIT." "I have nowhere to hide anything that would hurt you. If you see something that could hurt you, please let me know and I will get rid of it." A big smile still on his face.

Sitting on the bench, he watched her stand up and move in front of him. as she unwrapped the towel, he got the first glimpse of her body, and it was wonderful. No, she was not one of those women with the fake, paid for enhancements, but her body was one that he would thoroughly enjoy.

When Mrs. Wells bent over to lay out the towel, Patrick got a great view of her ass. He wanted to reach out and grab her ass and pull her back into his lap. Before he could do so, she turned around to face him, and his eyes moved slowly over her body. Her breasts were full and, as far as he was concerned, needed to be caressed and kissed, and even fucked.

Mrs. Wells nipples almost spoke to him.. asking to be pulled and sucked. Moving his eyes down her body, he noticed the small patch of hair that almost said, "Here." Yes, he would love to be there. He would be very happy to lick and suck and fuck right there.

He looked at her quizzically when she said they were being observed. His mind raced. Did she know about MM and his plans to have them videoed? "Who is observing us, and why Mrs. Wells. If you think that I would do anything to harm you, why did you invite me here in the first place?"

He listened to her say she had one more question and then he could have his way with her. It seemed like a contradiction to her previous statement, but when he saw her hand slip between her legs and her fingers begin to toy with her pink lips, Patrick focused on the question she was asking.

"Did anyone ask me to fuck you? No, nobody has asked me to fuck you. You have given me some indication that you want me to do that, but nobody has asked me to do it. Why would you ask that Mrs. Wells?"

Patrick did not wait for her response. He reached out and placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him. He lightly kissed each nipple; flicking it with his tongue as his hands moved around to her tight ass and began to caress.

Sucking a nipple into his mouth, Patrick slowly circled the nipple with his tongue as his fingers dug into the flesh of her sexy ass. As he stood up, Patrick took the other nipple into his mouth to make sure his treatment of her breasts was balanced.

Patrick backed Mrs. Wells up until the back of her legs was against the bench on the opposite side where she had laid her towel. Standing up straight, he looked down into her eyes. He took her hand and put it on his hard cock. "Does you husband give something like this to you?"

He sat Mrs. Wells down on the towel; his cock still in her hand. "I am going to make you feel very good Mrs. Wells. You just take the hard cock you have in your hand and put it where you want it."

 

[wickedpen]

The steam was making them sweat, or just collecting on their skin as he stood powerfully over the petite woman.

"Mr Boyle my husband is ridiculously rich. I have a bubble of security around my security bubble. Every second of my life is captured catalogued and checked." she explained as her hand felt his burning hot shaft of hard meat.

Sitting on the towel now she smiles, "you are a terrible liar Mr Boyle, but this time I shall let it pass." she said gripping his cock and pulling herself onto the head. He held himself almost amused with her efforts as she tried to wiggle her way onto him. She she finally relented and blew her hair from her face angrily she looked up at him.

"It worked better in my imagination." she said with a laugh, then she wasn't laughing. Her back are cramping with the arch that Patrick had driven into her. Her cries were loud and sounded painful but no one entered the room.

"Oh God Yes Mr Boyle, or god yes!" she cried as their bodies slid together. Slapping like slabs of meat wet and warm in a steamy slaughter house.

 

[BeachBum25]

This little rich bitch was going to get fucked like she had never been fucked before. She thought she was in control of this little tete a tete.. she was very, very wrong. Patrick was tired of being used and manipulated. He decided that he was going to be the user.

He buried his big cock deep in her tight little pussy. It was very obvious that she had not been filled like this in a long time... if ever. He pulsed his big cock while it was buried in her tight cunt, then he began to fuck her hard.. with long, almost violent thrusts of his hips.

He screams and moans proved two things.... 1, she did not have anyone watching them that would come and drag him out, and 2, she loved how he stretched her tight pussy with his big cock.

Their sweat covered bodies slammed together.. his cock piercing her tight pussy again and again. He turned around and laid her on the towel... pushing her knees up beside her head. He moved over her and rose up on his feet and drove his cock into her harder... deeper... fucking her wildly.

"You don't get fucked like this do you Mrs. Wells? All that money that your husband has doesn't give you the satisfaction that this big cock is giving you, does it? You need to be pleasured like this. You need this cock to take care of your needy pussy."

Again and again Patrick slammed his cock into her. She screamed and moaned and begged for more. He felt her body stiffen and her pussy spasm as she came for the first time. He fucker her through her orgasm.. making sure it was the most memorable of her life.

Pulling his cock out of her pussy, Patrick ordered her onto her knees, leaning over the top bench. He moved behind her and filled her with cock again, continuing the relentless pounding of her hot, little cunt. He reached around her and grabbed her tits, and used them for leverage as his cock moved in and out like a steel piston.

It wasn't long before Mrs. Wells was cumming again.. coating his shaft so good. Once again, he did not stop... he rammed his cock into her until he exploded.. shooting thick ropes of steaming cum innto her rich, married pussy.

 

[wickedpen]

Jennifer Wells was visibly shaking on her side as Patrick removed himself from her comically smaller body. He had given her what no one else would or could. She had always wanted to have a man built like Patrick so fucking turned on he could hardly walk use her until he emptied his seed.

When Bridgette has told Jenni that Patrick was "like a perfect male body and a heart of gold," she was sold. She had hired film crews to document this. It was not something Mrs Wells could just run down to the corner hotel and have an afternoon delight with a construction worker.

She did not know Bridgette well and her husband warned her about her but Jennifer lived in a wealth bubble of isolation and Bridgette seemed to be capable of producing what Jenny had fantasized about for the last few years. Real hardcore sex. She knew her husband would never, even if he lost fifty pounds she could still be barely able to find his little dick. He married her cause she would suck it and not say anything. A couple inches under a huge hairy belly. But even that ended with his prostate cancer.

She rolled her head as her legs lay where he had dropped her. She had never felt so good or so spent. "So this is how it feels?" she sighed looking at his gorgeous naked body. "God damn it was good." she said and the door opened and the big swede has the gym shorts and a look that said "time to go."

 

[BeachBum25]

He should have known. Even this was orchestrated. He looked at Mrs. Wells. "Well, if you ever need it again, I am sure that you know how to find me." He took his shorts and walked out of the sauna, putting them on before heading back to the room.

Once inside the room, he went right to the shower. Once again, Patrick's anger was building. No matter where he went, MM was pulling the strings. He even had the attendant in the sauna working for him and clearing Patrick out before he could go back at Mrs. Wells for some more.

After finishing the shower, during which he had made the decision to leave the resort, to go home and to have nothing to do with the woman he first knew as Dr. Brown and who he wasn't sure what her name really was, Patrick grabbed clean clothes out of his bag and threw his dirty ones into it, He was done. He was not letting someone else make all of the decisions in his life.

Once dressed, he grabbed his bag and headed for the door. He didn't know where Kelly was. She had probably been videoing him with Mrs. Wells and was now watching it with him as they hatched their next plan to use somebody.

 

[wickedpen]

Kelly was surprised as she raised her knuckles to Patrick's door, and it flew open.

"Hey" Kelly said with a smile which soured as her eyes saw his expression and his bag in hand.

"Where are you going?" she asked as the fact she was in a plush white robe from the resort and bare feet.

They stood awkwardly as Patrick steamed. Kelly understood Patrick had this issue with control, which is why MM had picked him.

"Do you have the phone?" Kelly asked. Her tone turned to business but her hair pushed up into a mess on her head to keep it dry and the droplets rolling down her neck into the curvature of her chest where the robe was open.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick stood and stared at Kelly. She looked as great as she ever looked as she stood in front of him in just a robe. At the moment, though, it did not help to alleviate the anger that he was feeling toward her. Everything was a game for her. As he thought back to the very beginning of his interactions with her, there was no doubt it had all been a set-up.

Reaching into his pocket, Patrick took out the phone. He extended his hand to Kelly. "Here it is, but like I told you, I did not use it with Mrs. Wells. If you and your puppet master wanted it, I told you that you needed to get it yourself."

Patrick thought back to what Mrs. wells had asked him about anyone asking him to fuck her, and how she knew that he had lied to her when he said no. "It was probably just a test for me anyway. I am sure that you and MM had plenty of cameras documenting what happened. You got what you wanted, I am sure."

When Bridgette took the phone, he was convinced that was really her name, he grabbed his bag and moved to squeeze between her and the door frame. "Thanks for your help doc. You have convinced me that I should never trust anyone, ever again. I am now more fucked up than when I first came to see you. Tell MM I said thanks, too."

 

[wickedpen]

"Wait!" Bridgette called in a eastern European accent. Her face showed the stress and fear as tears filled her beautiful blue eyes. Her long thin fingers gripping the plush robe tight with fright. She looked up and down the hall and said "please, I am sorry. We need to talk." in the same accent. Again she checked the hallway, and with her bare foot how holding Patrick's room door open.

"Please." she said again sternly, "we are both in danger now. Will you please talk to me? If you do not believe or want to believe what I say, you can leave and we will never see each other again, but please," checking the hall again in both directions, "let me explain."

Bridgette was looking at him and growing more angry that that rich bitch Jennifer Wells got to experience this man. It would have been worth it, had he been able to record it.

She looked small in the robe and bare feet, vulnerable was a look Patrick had only see glimpses of when MM interceded when they were together. Her feet spread as one held the door in an athletic stance, her robe exposing one flexed thigh.

After watching his eyes roll across her like a searchlight after a prison break, every inch, systematically, every centimeter, thoughts of what he was thinking, feeling, wanting right now filled her, yet she waited. Until his eyes reached hers. "Please." she said one last time.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick looked at her and then followed her eyes as she looked up and down the hallway. With everything that had happened, Patrick was not sure whether this was real or all an act. The change in her voice was something that made him think this was all just part of her manipulation.

When their eyes met again, Patrick thought he saw something. Was that really fear that he saw in her eyes, or was she just that good? Patrick didn’t know anymore. He had no idea what was real and what was just an act orchestrated by MM. Deep down, there was a place that wanted to believe her, but...

He stepped back into the room; maintaining eye contact with her. “I don’t even know what your name really is. I don’t know what your game is. I don’t know why I am doing this.” He took another step backward and allowed her to enter the room.

“You have 5 minutes to come clean with me, whatever your name is. I want it all.... every single detail.... leave nothing out. At the end of that 5 minutes I will do one of two things. I will either ask you questions about what you tell me or I will walk out the door and not look back.”

He paused; his eyes still fixed on hers. “I will tell you this, right now the odds are heavily in favor of me walking out and not looking back. No matter how I felt about you, right now I don’t trust you. So, your time starts now. It might be the last 5 minutes we are ever together.”