Therapist in the Sky (Closed)

[wickedpen]

Bridgette felt horrible seeing him like this, but she just had to keep telling herself it was the best plan A we had.

"Patrick, I am really sorry. My name is Bridgette Halzer, I am an Interpol detective working to expose and break up a Pharmaceutical syndicate," she says looking as hard into his eyes as she can praying he believes.

"I know this all seems crazy right now, but once you understand the terrible things this multinational syndicate is doing to the people of earth, you will see why we went to such elaborate measures." she said now relaxing being in his presence.

"The fact I fell in love with you was not part of the plan." she said, hearing the words as though they came from somewhere else, but now could only be acknowledged.

She wiped here eyes and laughed, overwhelmed with emotion.

"So," she pauses, and takes a breath, "We decided to bring you in and use you to get to embarrassing video of the Religious right church mouse, Mrs Jenniffer Wells." she says skipping over quite a bit.

"But now with no video we are trying to slide out of here unnoticed by Wells' people." she says hoping Patrick believes her.

"I don't know what you want me to do to prove this is reality?" she said as the size of the game that had been played started to clarify like a fractal when you watch it turn for Patrick.

"The match maker is my boss, Major Smith. Want me to call him? He will confirm everything." her voice growing desperate as Patrick's reaction was unreadable.

"We gotta get you into a poker game." Bridgette thought unsure if he would run off and get himself killed, like every other of little Jenny's lovers.

"Oh yeah. So I am guessing you did not know all about the Wells' and their money, power and fame? Well yeah. There is this world where they have so much money they have lost all concept of morality. To keep you from telling anyone about Jenny's needs and desires, of which you are the most normal. They are all dead. And I am sure you will be too before you get home." she looked cold stone sober at him when she said it, and meant it.

Seeing he was not asking questions, nor leaving, she knew she had to explain it all. She turned her face downward from where she sat on the foot of the bed.

"I had not anticipated being so intensely drawn to you." she said softly, still not making eye contact. "I was supposed to offer you money or a promotion, whatever it was to get you to do this, but I am not a person who can deny myself such an appetizing morsel." her eyes returned to him as her tone grew more confident.

The she looked away with a hiss, "that is where it all went wrong. If I had just offered you money and you had taken it and done it, none of this would have been necessary. Major Smith is right I am a selfish whore." her tone softened until she leaned forward putting her face in her hands and crying, "I am so sorry Patrick."

 

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"Damn, she is good," Patrick thought as he listened to the woman talk. He was not ready to identify her as Bridgette, because he was not sure what to believe and not to believe. He kept his eyes on hers. The eyes never lie. Well, with her, he wasn't sure if she was good enough to lie with her eyes.

He continued to stand there stone-faced as he listened. When she continued to ramble, he started to believe that this was just another part of the tangled web that she had been spinning since the beginning of their interactions.

He listened to her say they were just going to slide out since they had no video of him fucking Mrs. Wells. Patrick did not believe that for a second. They had gone through too much to get where they were to just abandon their "mission."

He also did not believe they did not have video. If their plan had been so elaborate, they would have cameras everywhere to video Mrs. Wells no matter where she was taken and who she fucked. The plan to have him take a picture or to video the act was a way of getting him into the plan.

As the woman talked about the Wells' and how they had been able to get all of their money, Patrick thought, "I don't care how they got so rich. That is not my problem."

Oh, and now she is professing her love for him. Now, that is a good one. When all else fails, tug at the heart strings. A few days ago.... a week ago, he might have swallowed that hook. He had really cared about her.. really wanted to be with her. Now....

"Listen, I don't know which parts of your story is true, and which parts of your story are bullshit. I don't know how you expect me to believe that an EMT was secretly recruited to fuck some rich bitch in order to get dirt on her so that Interpol could enact some plan. Seems like some lousy movie plot to me."

He looked at her as she put her hands in her hands and cried... or feigned crying. "Having me talk to Major Smith, or whoever you would call, is not going to convince me of anything. I am not sure what I should believe.. if anything, and I don't know if there is anyway you could convince me of it."

He stood there silently. He wasn't sure why he hadn't walked out, yet. Why was he still standing in front of her? Was there a part of him that believed her? Or wanted to believe her? "What is it that you want me to do now?" He couldn't believe he just said that.

 

[wickedpen]

Bridgette exploded out of the chair and onto Patrick hugging him tight as she moaned "thank you." He felt her body pressed against him but his hands were slow to respond.

"Not now!" Bridgette chided herself mentally.

"OK, did you tell her we asked you to do this?" she said as she stepped back from her emotional outburst. She was a mess of desire and fear, betrayal and mistrust. "If she does not think you were there with ulterior motives, we might just get to walk out of this hotel." she said

 

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Patrick was surprised by her response, and he allowed her to hug him, but he kept his arms at his sides. Normally, he would have taken this reaction as a sign of her genuineness, however, with this person, he was not convinced.

“She asked the question. I told her that nobody asked me to be with her. I am not sure she believed me, but, she still wanted to get fucked. I am sure hubby doesn’t give her any, and I am certain that she hasn’t had anything like I gave her in a long time.”

He paused for a few seconds. “I have to be totally honest with you because that is how I am. I could never play the games that you have been playing for all of these weeks. I don’t believe that you are being totally honest with me. I say this knowing that the Major, or MM, whoever it is that is calling the shots is listening and probably watching also.”

Taking a breath, Patrick continued, “I am not sure why I am still here with you and haven’t walked out. I think I am trying to give you a chance to come clean. It feels like I want you to be open with me so I can trust you. I am not sure why I want that after what you have put me through.”

A deep breath. “I feel like I want to trust you and walk out of here hand-in-hand with you. “

 

[wickedpen]

Tension ran from Bridgette like a wave washed through her when he said he had not told Mrs Wells about the operation.

"Oh we will love, I promise." Bridgette said in her Kelly voice with a wicked smile. She stood and looked at him as he looked somewhere between pissed and annoyed.

"Maybe this can turn around that sour puss?" Bridgette said in her European accent as she dropped the robe off her freshly showered self. "It was always me fucking you baby." she said looking down on him.

 

[BeachBum25]

His eyes moved over her wonderful body. He knew that was why he was still here.... that body and the overall attraction that he felt toward this beautiful woman now standing in front of him naked.

“You know that you are the reason for this sour puss. I have wanted you since my first time in the therapist’s office As time went on I became more and more attracted to you, and it was more than just the sex that made me want to be with you.”

He continued to look at her wonderful body, but he did not touch. As much as he wanted to give into her, he was not ready to do so. He still questioned who she was and the story that she was telling him. He did not want to put himself back into a vulnerable position.”

He licked his lips as he looked at her. Then he smiled. “How about we do this. You get dressed. We walk out of here together... hand in hand. I drive us somewhere that I haven’t even thought about yet. When we get there, I undress you and we spend hours and hours pleasuring each other. I know HE is listening and probably objects to what I am saying, however, if you want me to believe you, you will agree to it.” He looked at her to judge her reaction.

 

[wickedpen]

"Maybe I will just wear this robe." Bridgette said bending over slowly to pick up the robe, but to give Patrick one more chance to scratch her itch, but apparently it was not to be. She reached under the bed and pulled her bad out containing a wrap around black skirt and white polo shirt. He watched her dress as she walked out with nothing but that black skirt and that white shirt.

They went down and got into Patrick's car and drove away. We were about ten miles away on an old mountain logging road and I had been teasing Patrick pointing his mirror to look in my lap as my skirt creep up. It took me a minute but there was someone following them.

"Take the next left OK, I need to used the ladies and I think there is one up there." Bridgette said looking out the window at the police car into the mirror.

The winding mountain road made it difficult to see if they were being pursued until a long downhill stretch let her see he was still there.

"OK so you know how I told you she killed illicit affair partners? Well that cop behind us is going to kill us." she said stating it as fact.

 

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Patrick was encouraged by her reaction. She did not even hesitate to agree to leave with him. Her willingness to do so almost made Patrick reach out and grab her when she bent over for her robe. As much as he wanted to, he resisted. He wanted it to be on his terms.

As he drive, he couldn’t help but to keep looking over at her. He still was unsure of what to call her. When he asked, she stuck with her name being Bridgette. He had a hard time focusing on the road, and her teasing had his cock hard.

When she told him to make the turn, he was surprised but he did as she instructed. He wondered how she would know of a place to go to the bathroom. Her next words cleared up the real reason for making the turn.

Patrick adjusted the rearview mirror so that he could see what was behind them. He saw the police car make the turn and continue to follow them. He trusted what she was saying, although he still had no reason to. He hit the accelerator, but didn’t go too fast yet in case it was a legitimate police officer.

Seeing a cutoff, Patrick turned onto another mountain road and hit the accelerator. He was hoping to get across the crest of the hill before the car following them saw where they went. He looked over at Bridgette. “She wasn’t that good of a fuck to die over.”

His attempt at humor to ease the tension brought a little smile to Bridgette’s face. When he saw a dirt road off to the left, Patrick turned the SUV onto it and slowed down a little to try not to kick up too much dust. The 4 wheel drive in the SUV allowed him to get back far enough where they could see if the police car passed them and they would not be seen.

He stopped and pet the vehicle in Park. He looked at Bridgette. “I would pat you down for listening devices but it would be in vain because I am sure that there is a bug in my vehicle and a GPS tracker hidden somewhere. But, tell me how we got out of this situation.”

 

[wickedpen]

Bridgette watched the cop car keep going and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are we going to do? Look I went to ground, notice no id, no phone, no nothing. It may be time for you to do the same. The Wells' are the tip of the iceberg which routinely kills people for less. I think we get to somewhere with mass transit and disappear." she said as though simply starting a new life was even a thing people did these days.

She sat facing him in the car with her leg pulled up. "I am surprised you have been able to keep your hands off me this long." she said with Kelly's voice.

"Who do you like better?" Bridgette asked.

 

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What the fuck was he involved in was all Patrick could think about at the moment. She was talking about ditching everything; cell phone, car, id, everything.. abandoning his life and going underground. How could he do that? How could he survive? What was he supposed to do for money?

"I am not sure who I like. The Kelly that I liked and wanted to spend a great deal of time with isn't real. She was a character that was developed in order to deceive me and to convince me to do things for somebody else's advantage. I don't know Bridgette... haven't had time to get to know her. I just know that the body of the woman who has taken on both identities is amazing."

He took out his phone and looked for the nearest train station. Once he had the directions, he tossed the phone into the woods next to the SUV. Turning to Bridgette, he smiled at her. "I would like to get to know the real you.. not the character you are playing.. not the person who you want me to think you are... the real you. If that is really Bridgette, that is who I want to get to know."

He put the vehicle in drive and cautiously exited the dirt road and went back in the direction they had come from, before finding his way to the road leading to the train station. "I don't know why I am doing this, but I am trusting you and am leaving everything behind, because I believe you when you say my life is in danger. I guess I will find out pretty soon if that is a mistake.

He placed his hand on her knee and slid his hand up to her thigh.. pushing her skirt up and brushing her inner thigh with his fingertips. Once they were at the train station, he parked the SUV in a distant part of the lot with a lot of vehicles around. It would take a long time for anyone to realize his SUV was there.

Getting out of the vehicle, he left his wallet in the car minus the credit cards. The credit cards ended up in the bottom of different trash cans as they walked through the parking lot toward the station.

As they walked inside he said to Bridgette, "My life is in your hands now. I hope I can really trust you." They stopped and looked at the train schedule. "Where to?"

 

[wickedpen]

"First train is in an hour, Dallas." Bridgette said as she stood next to Patrick. She wanted to slide her little fingers into his meaty strong paw and feel safe.

"Come on hun, like a second honey moon!" suddenly Kelly was back peppy and playing a game now that the teen in the ticket booth had gotten an eye full of her. Her hand slid around Patrick's back and like electricity sparking between them. She bounced over to the slack jawed teen and said "two tickets to Dallas please." with a smile that nearly made him cum as his eyes had yet to rise above her bra-less hard nipples.

Kelly looked back at Patrick still standing at the departures list but eyeing that black skirt. Reading the ticket counters attendant's name tag Kelly said "Craig I really need those tickets and have no money." sounding desperate and leaning into the small bared window. "I'll make it worth your while." she breathed obscenely. Craig's fingers twitch on the keyboard and suddenly the tickets were printing. From his reaction he had not intended on doing that.

"Uh wait, no." he said as the machine loudly forced the hard thick paper tickets from the almost invisibly tight metal slot beyond Bridgette's grasp. She stood on her tip toes leaning from the waist knowing Patrick would be viewing her other show.

"Craig this can work for both of us." Kelly said. She looked back and forth as they were the only three people for miles.

Craig's nineteen year old hayseed mind was slow, but genetically he understood the primal aspect of what was happening. He watched Kelly walk around to the door to his small booth. He opened the door and then stumbled back to his stool.

She slowly stepped into the air conditioned booth and was thankful for the pleasant coolness.

"Craig I really need those tickets. If I show you my tits will you let me have them?" Kelly asked in an all American girl next door sweet yet spicy way.

 

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Patrick watched as Bridgette walked to the ticket counter. He was wondering how she was going to pay for the tickets, because he knew that there was no place in the outfit she was wearing for her to keep money.

Watching her bend over, Patrick knew what she was doing. He saw the teenager behind the counter and he knew that she was flirting with him. Patrick shook his head. He was wondering what he got himself into by following her. She was such a manipulator and he had this gut feeling that she was still manipulating him.

Craig refused to hand over the tickets. He couldn't believe that had punched it into the computer in the first place. His eyes were focused on her erect nipples that were poking though her thin white blouse. He knew she was flirting with him and trying to use him to get the tickets. He just could not let her have them for free.

The teenager was shocked when the woman walked around the counter. His shock was elevated when she asked if she showed him her tits if she would get the tickets. "No.. no way. I can't give you the tickets for free. I could get fired. My drawer won't match up to the tickets printed."

His eyes continued to focus on her erect nipples. "Really. I can't give them to you. They are really nice though, but.... but.... I ... I.. I can't." He paused and watched her move closer to him. He wanted to see her tits which were amazing, but, he didn't want to get fired.

"I can't do it miss. I need you to pay for them. I can't lose this job." He stepped back from the woman.. his back hit the counter. She stepped closer and he almost felt inclined to reach out and grab her wonderful tits.

"Wh... wh.. what if you let me touch them when you show them to me?" He looked around. There was nobody in the station other than the man the woman had walked in with. "If you let me touch them for a minute, then I will let you have the tickets. I'll make some story up about why I am short. They will buy it."

When the woman unbuttoned her blouse, his hands went right to her wonderful breasts. He squeezed them and moved his thumb over her erect nipples. His cock was so fucking hard. He had never had his hands on a set of tits that were this amazing.

Before Craig knew it, the woman snatched the tickets, buttoned her blouse up and was gone. He watched as she walked to the man that she was with and they headed off toward the track where the train to Dallas would be arriving.

Patrick looked at Bridgette as she walked toward him. Her nipples were poking through her blouse. It was obvious that she enjoyed the attention from the teenager. He smiled at her and they turned to head for the arrival location.

"So, did you enjoy the attention of the teenager Bridgette, or Kelly, or Dr. Brown.. whoever it was that coerced the tickets from the boy? Your nipples indicate that you certainly enjoyed your time with him. I bet he came in his pants while he fondled you."

They made their way to the arrival platform and waited until the train arrived. Once on board, they found seats that were away from other passengers, and sat down. Patrick looked around to make sure nobody approached them.

Once the train was in motion, they sat quietly for a while. Patrick's mind was on what the hell he got himself involved in. He wondered what the master manipulator, Bridgette, had in store for him next.

Once the conductor came by for their tickets, Patrick waited until he was out of sight and ear shot. "So, what do we do now? Based on what you told me, I was the target of the person in the police car. What is your vulnerability here? MM will protect you. I am sure he could care less about me."

 

[wickedpen]

Bridgette sat back as the country began to pick up pace past the Amtrack train speeding south. Patrick was blathering on about this and that as she was back at the ticket booth feeding off the boys lust. Like a drug or electrical charge through his inexperienced finger tips flooded her.

Patrick sounded genuinely concerned.

"I just wanted a little adventure." she said in Kelly's voice with a wicked Bridgette grin.

It was at this moment that Patrick realized all of this, all the threads and story lines were fake. Plays created to give him a framework to operate from. She held his eyes as he put all the puzzle pieces into place from her little admission.

"Don't worry Patrick." Bridgette's European accent was back. "I am not a spy or cop or anything more than a rich girl who likes excitement."

She let it settle on his troubled head as they sped past an old pick up truck waiting at a crossing for the train to clear before proceeding.

"Ya see that guy Patrick?" Bridgette says pointing to the truck. "That guy was you. Plodding along, happy enough while people whizzed by. I decided to pick you out of your pickup and throw you on the train." she explains. "I wanted to see how far you would go. Most never come back from the initial therapy. Some did not let me fuck them. Can you believe that?" she says with a laugh.

"Think this train has a bar car?" she says out of no where. "I could sure go for something."

Seeing Patrick's somber expression and rising anger Bridgette moved to sit next to him. The car was empty except for them and the periodic conductor.

"Don't be mad. It has been fun no?" Bridgette says trying to hold his hand.

"My name is Bridgette, as I told you. I am heiress to a banking fortune back in Poland and I really like you." she says looking into his eyes. "I swear, this is the truth. We can stop at the next station, I can make a few calls and you can be back in the city with your things in no time." she explained. "Or..." her face turning into a mischievous smile. "We can see what Dallas is all about as anonymous strangers on the run!" her voice turns dramatic.

 

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Patrick steamed. Part of his rising anger was driven by the embarrassment of being used, and deceived. To make it worse, Bridgette was making fun of him. He could feel his blood pressure rising as he sat there watching things go by as they sat on the train.

"I am sure there is a bar car on the train. Why don't you find it and I will join you in a few minutes. By then I will be able to tell you whether I am going on to Dallas with you or if I am going to get off at the next stop."

He saw the look that Bridgette gave him and it was a look that said that he needed to grow up and have some fun. "I will join you shortly. I am not a fan of being used in some rich woman's game. Yes, I came back for more after the therapy session. Yes, I fucked you... several times. Yes, I wanted more with you. Now, I need to figure out if I believe your latest story when everything we have been through together has been fictional."

Bridgette went to find the bar car and Patrick continued to sit by himself. He had to admit that his time with Dr. Brown/ Kelly/ Bridgette had been very enjoyable. It was all of the games between their meetings that had him so pissed off.

The thought of spending time in Dallas having fun with Bridgette was very appealing. He had no idea if her latest story was really a true story. He couldn't totally believe her. It was probably just another story to get him to do something that she wanted him to do.

Getting up from the seat, Patrick asked the conductor where the bar car was. He thanked him and made his way through the train. Walking into the bar car, Patrick saw Bridgette sitting at a high top with a drink. He walked over to her and pointed at the drink. "What did you do to get that?

Smiling, Patrick turned and walked to the bar and ordered a beer. He paid for the drink and asked if he needed to pay for Bridgette's drink. The bartender smiled and shook his head. "No, her drink was taken care of by that group of businessmen."

Patrick nodded and walked back to Bridgette. "Okay, tell me what the game is Dallas is."

 

[wickedpen]

"Oh Patrick" Bridgette rocked back with a big smile as her legs crossed under the table were of more interest to the business men across the car. She patted the table next to her. "Don't be mad." she appeared to have had a couple in the few minutes they had been apart.

As he asked his serious question, clearly annoyed with his wild ride.

Bridgette looked up at Patrick and had to smile at his handsome mug, even all serious.

"Have you ever really been happy?" Bridgette asked searching his eyes for an answer. "Have you ever just done what you wanted without thinking, will I be back in time for work, or how will I pay for this? Have you ever even realized how enslaved you are?" she continued with a tone of serious concern.

 

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She looked like she had indulged in several drinks thanks to the generosity of the businessmen and their hopes to have a little fun with her. Several of the men gave Patrick a dirty look as he talked to Bridgette. They realized that their money had been wasted on a woman that would not be joining them.

Patrick took a long drink of his beer before saying anything. He looked at Bridgette and smiled. “I am a rule follower Bridgette. If I am expected to do something, I do it. That is the way I was raised. That is the way I have always been. I have never known anything different.”

Taking another drink, Patrick composes himself. “I have never had the luxury of being able to blow off work, or to just go in late because I wanted to do something else. My job pays my bills and puts food on my table.” He paused for a second and laughed out loud. “Now, the credit cards I have to pay off are in trash cans back at the station.”

He took a deep breath. “You say I am enslaved to my life. Well, that is easy to say if you are really as wealthy as you say you are. I am far from wealthy. I don’t have the luxury of throwing things away or trying to get things using different means other than buying them. Plus, I don’t have a body like yours that a teenager wants to get their hands on.”

He looked out the window as the train pulled into a station. “This is the last stop before Dallas.” He looked around. “I am not getting off. I might be crazy, no, I am crazy, but I still want to be with you.”

 

[wickedpen]

Bridgette's smile grew and she was positively ecstatic as he agreed.

"I am so glad you have decided to live." she said then leaned over the table, looking around, "wanna go find a place to fuck?"

Her big blue eyes looking alive, like electric lights as her warm hand on his arm seemed to pulsate with sexuality.

"We can do anything." she said with the biggest smile he may have every seen, and knew she meant it.

 

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Patrick led Bridgette back toward the car where the had first sat. He was excited to be with her, and more excited to find a place where they could fuck. He still wasn’t sure how much of her story that he believed, but he would worry about that later.

As they left the bar car and were moving into the next car, Patrick stopped and took Bridgette in his arms. His hands moved down her back to her perfect ass as he pressed them tightly together and kisses her deep and hard.

The wind rushing past them as the train roared down the tracks added to the heightening if his arousal as he caresses Bridgette’s hot ass. The Kiss became more and more passionate as the stress and anger he had been feeling was released.

Moving his hands to the hem of her skirt, Patrick began to slide her skirt up; baring her wonderful ass. His hand moved to her and his fingers dig into her flesh. Patrick presses Bridgette back against the door of the train car as he slid his hands under her white blouse.

As he cupped her wonderful tits with his hands, he broke the kiss. “Would you rather have the teenager’s hands on these, or are you okay with mine?” He winked at her and then kissed her hard before she had the opportunity to answer. Breaking the kiss again. “I want you right here.”

 

[wickedpen]

Bridgette smiled at his immediate exit with her wrist in hand, with the rest attached as well. The objections from the business men's table was quieted when I said "husband." with a sexy wink.

Pinning her to the door sobered her up as they kissed. Her body curling up into him. His hands wanting and his desire as real as his tongue down my throat.

“I want you right here.” caught her attention as she looked back at the empty train car, not that it would have mattered as her hands shot to his pants, instantly releasing his sinful intent.

Her skirt already around her chiseled hip bones his hands held her up and she brought his engine onto the tracks. Not even another look before he impaled her into the hard glass and metal train car door. The sound that came from her filled the car with what sounded as though he had released her soul with a giant sword.

Her feet interlaced, her knees over his hips, her hands gripping his shirt as her head rocked forward and back inverse to the arch of her spine. Two animals, detached from life, free of obligation and judgement doing what their chemistry has found most pleasing.

She reaches her hands out and braces herself looking into his eyes. His hands on her hips like he was digging post holes with her as his tool. Her hair partially sticking to her perspiration glazed face. He watches her tits bounce wildly, unhinged on her chest as she studies him.

"How fucking good is this?" Bridgette asks with a smile, quickly opened into an expression of fear and anticipation.

 

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Patrick held onto her hips as he slammed her down onto his big, hard cock again and again. His hips met the motion of her body and when they slammed together it was like two rocket trains crashing together. Their bodies came together forcefully.. loudly... violently.

He was releasing all the anger that had built up inside him from having been used by Bridgette. He had no idea who she had enlisted to play that role of MM, and he didn't really give a fuck at the moment. All he cared about was filling her tight pussy with his hard shaft.

"Is this what you like Bridgette? You like it wild and crazy like this? What about fucking with the fear of falling off the train? He pivoted them a little so that she was no longer leaning against the door. She was now leaning toward the side of the train, and Patrick's strong arms were the lone support holding up her body.

He thrust his hips harder and harder to Bridgette; wanting to push deeper each time. The speed of the train, the risk of getting caught, the hot woman he was fucking and the chance of getting hurt or killed if he lost his balance and they fell off the train only added to heighten his arousal.

"I want you to cum all over my cock Bridgette. Give me all of your fucking cum... right here between the cars of the train. I want it now, you little fucking rich bitch." He fucked her faster. He was going to fill her with a giant load of cum, but he wanted her to cum with him.

 

[wickedpen]

Bridgette rolled with Patrick's punches and threw her arms back and fluttered in the hot wind, naked and beautiful, being fucked by physical perfection. She looked at his, using her on himself and cursing at her all the same.

Looking into the wind there was nothing but open flat dirt, and then she bolted into convulsion or orgasm. Again and again her body spasms were relentless. Nearly jerking her out of his hands, her feet tried to hold on to him. Her eyes were closed as she held her breasts for something to know is real as she hung impaled on him over certain death. Patrick is the constant, like the tick toc of a clock, of Big Ben in this case, his hips pounding into her.

"Yes baby yes cum with me." I cried over the rush of the wind, sound of the tracks passing underneath. My body flung me up onto him, constricting around him trying to envelope him into me.

 

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What an incredible ride this was. The high speed train barreling down the tracks combined with his rock hard engine drove in and out of Bridgette’s hit, wet tunnel. It was a wild ride and Patrick was enjoying every minute of it.

When Bridgette flung herself into his arms, Patrick held on tight to her and continued to move her on his cock as he unloaded giant ropes of thick cum into her tight pussy. His knees almost buckled he came so hard; nearly falling off the train. Able to maintain his balance, Patrick wrapped his arms around Bridgette with his cock still buried in her.

Kissing her deeply, Patrick pulled Bridgette closer to him. There was something about her that he couldn’t figure out and he had no desire to let her go. She pushed all of the right buttons with him. Yes, most of the time she was manipulating him, but he still came back for more.

 

[wickedpen]

"Oh yeah!" she said as her knees solidified under her.

"That is what I am talking about!" her European accent sounding funny in her open and free manner.

She pulled here skirt down as Patrick ran down her thigh.

"Being free is fun, no?" she said looking at Patrick leaning against the train, his cock softened in front of him, as he recovered.

"You are one fine animal." she said looking him over again and again.

One of the business men had followed them and was pounding on the window of the door, "more! more!" he chanted like a drunk at a strip club. She held up her middle finger and he backed off.

"So what's next big boy?" she asked beaming with the afterglow of a five alarm orgasm.

 

[BeachBum25]

Watching her pull down her skirt as he tried to catch his breath, Patrick thought about just how crazy it was for him to have ducked Bridgette like that. His mind wandered a little to who she really was. He was willing to play her little games right now, but he wasn’t going to believe a word she said unless she provided proof. He was going to be like Missouri.... “show Me.”

He smiled at the guy banging on the window and how Bridgette responded. “That is the second time that we have fucked to a live audience, and I am sure every time before this was recorded or viewed remotely in some way by someone.”

He put his softening cock away and tucked his shirt back into his pants, he looked her over. Never before had he been so attracted to a woman. He found her to be so desirous and, obviously, he was willing to do almost anything to be with her.

“What do you think Dallas has to offer? I have not been there before. You, on the other hand are the more worldly person.” He smiled at her and took her hand and led her back to the bar car. Patrick escorted her to a seat so that she was facing the businessmen.

He went to the bar and got drinks and returned to the table. Sitting them down, Patrick looked over at them. “She is amazing. You should get yourselves someone like her. Unfortunately for you, this one is mine.”

 

[wickedpen]

Being objectified was not Bridgette's favorite feeling but at the moment it would take a lot more to get her talons out of Patrick. She smiled at the men grumbling and making snide comments to themselves. When she reached down for them to watch and wiped her inner thigh and then sucked her finger clean was when they became a bit boisterous.

"I think a rodeo!" Bridgette said with a surprisingly good southern drawl. "What do you think tex? Wanna take your little lady to see some animals forced into barbaric challenges and maybe they will even have a stud barn. That would be good for you." she said loud enough for the men to hear. Patrick's smile was cool but ran deep with pride as Bridgette traded in her European passport for her Texas drivers license.

She turned and rubbed her chest into his arm as her hand rested on his shoulder. Softly into his ear, only for him she breathed, "call me Betsy." in her best sexy southern drawl.