Happy Ending 21

HAPPY ENDING

She was cheating on her husband, cheating on her lover, and cheating on her girlfriend. "I just can't help it," she told her shrink, Doctor Dim-witty.

"Is there anyone you wouldn't fuck?" her therapist asked, suddenly becoming interested, his notepad on the table between them next to his glasses and his pen.

"The man down the street we used to call Pus Face," Cassie said. "At least not face to face. I'd let him eat my pussy, but... " She looked up soberly. "And you. That wouldn't be right, would it? Me fucking you. Unless you paid me, like it was a business deal," she said innocently.

"Of course," he said, becoming more attentive. "Did you hate your mother?" He was going to the standard questions, but no longer even writing her answers down on his note pad.

"Oh no," she said. "I loved my mother, usually about once a week," she added.

"And your father? Did you hate your father?" he asked, sticking to the same line of questioning from the book of sex therapist cliches.

"Of course not. He taught me to suck cock," she said casually. "I love my father."

"You seem to be fairly casual about sex," the doctor said, not even pretending any longer to write down what she said.

"Oh, I am not at all casual. I take it very seriously," she said. "It is very important, right? To mankind?"

"Well, yes, sociologically," he said.

"I mean to people," she said soberly.

"Yes, to people," the doctor said. "Are you trying to be helpful to people? Give them something they enjoy?"

"Exactly. I am just trying to do my part to make the world a better place," she said smiling. "More fun."

"So how much?" he asked.

"What?" she said, obviously confused.

"How much would you charge? You said you would not do it with me unless you charged. How much would that be?" he said.

"Oh, not much. You are a friend. I don't know," she said. "Maybe five."

"Five hundred dollars?"

"Five dollars. Is that too much?" she said.

"Oh no, my dear. That is certainly not too much," he said, putting his fingers together forming a steeple like structure with his hands, realizing he was at an advantage. "Maybe we could, ah, arrange a trade, like trading my services for yours," he said, again steepling his fingers.

"A trade?" she said.

"You could come here for no fee," he said. "I would not charge you and you wouldn't have to charge me," he added.

"I see," she said, "like a business deal?"

"Right. A business deal," he repeated. "Off the books, so to speak."

She nodded, thinking what 'off the books' meant. "I could do you, and you could do me, right?"

"Right."

She smiled, nodded and smoothed her dress over her knees. "Okay. You think it will make you happier?" she asked innocently.

"Yes, my dear. I am absolutely sure of it," he said.

The next week she came at the same time, but this time she wore a full, short dress, one that would come off quickly. She wore no panties and no bra. She didn't want to have anything that would get in the way and make it more difficult to have sex with the therapist, although she had a feeling there was something off about fucking her psychologist. She figured she could just lift the dress up or pull it over her head easily and quickly and be ready to go in less than a minute.

Even though he was much older, almost elderly, she still didn't mind because he was pleasant enough to look at and she had no prejudice against older people. They were people too, she reasoned, even though he wouldn't be her first choice. It was a business deal, she told herself. Just a trade for services.

When Dr. Dim-Witty's receptionist told Cassie to go into his office, she stood, straightened her dress, and went in. He went to the door, then locked it, then hit the intercom and told his secretary he was not to be bothered until his time slot with this patient was completed.

"Yes, Doctor," she said, sounding a little apprehensive.

"Okay, my dear, how shall we do this? You want to start, or would you like to talk first?"

Cassie smiled. "Whichever you'd like," she said. "I can do you first. However you'd like."

"I think I'd like to get my part out of the way," he said. "You could make me happy first. Then I will do the session," he said.

"You want me to take this off, or would you like me to just pull it up?" she asked innocently.

"Just pull it up. I like that," he said. "It seems a little naughtier, a bit more lascivious."

"Okay," she said lifting the dress up over her bush.

"Oh, my," he said. "That's lovely."

She asked if he'd like to eat her first or fuck her. "I'd like to fuck you first, and then I'd like to eat out what I put in there," he said with a lecherous grin.

"Okay, you sit on the chair and I'll climb on you," she said, holding up her dress. He sat down and she climbed on the chair, kneeling with one knee on each side of his lap. Cassie raised up over her therapist, then lowered herself down until his feeble old cock was embedded deep within her hungry and very wet pussy. She then began bouncing on the chair, forcing him up inside of her, maintaining a slow and steady rhythm, as if she was worried about going too fast for his heart to hold up.

The old therapist came in more of a whimper than a roar, and he held her against him as he climaxed weakly into her young, wet and very puffy pussy. She stayed over him after he'd come, holding still to let him recover. She was not all that educated, but she knew how to fuck. From years of experience, she knew how to please a man or woman and attended to his needs devotedly, jumping up and down on his elderly penis.

Finally, she raised up off of him and lifted a leg over his lap and stood up in front of the chair. "You want to eat me now?" she asked sweetly.

"Before I do, dear, sit in this chair and just let me look at that lovely young pussy, please. Just let me look at you. I have never seen anything more charming," he said, sounding more like sixty than thirty.

"Sure," she said taking his place in the chair, pulling her knees up and spreading them wide, letting him get a good view. "Look all you want."

"Oh, my," he said, staring at her naked and splayed pussy, like he was admiring a painting at the Louvre. "It is gorgeous," he sighed. Her labia were splayed apart like an open oyster, pink and swollen and wet. "Maybe we could do this every week," he said.

"Sure," she said cheerfully. "You want to fuck or just look?" she asked.

"Both, if I can manage, but look for sure," he said. "I could look at that all day." He sighed and gazed gleefully.

"Well, not all day," she said, "but for an hour, sure. You don't fuck bad for an old... I mean, for your age."

"That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me in years," he said wistfully.

"Now you want to eat me?" she said cheerfully, as if she was asking if he wanted to help her wash clothes.

"I'd love to," he said. She got back in the chair, raised her legs again and spread them wide for him. He got on his knees, leaned in and began kissing and licking and sucking her sweet young pussy like it was a piece of pie with whipped cream on top. She put her hands on top of his head and guided him towards her dripping wet pussy.

Finally, his receptionist came on the intercom and cautiously said, "Dr., your four o'clock is here. Sorry, but she has been waiting for awhile."

"Okay. Give us, er, me, five minutes," he said into the phone. He let Cassie out the back way, checked himself in his bathroom mirror, then went to retrieve his next patient.

Between visits to her therapist, she saw her girlfriend, the man she is cheating on her husband with, and two "friends" she met while waiting for a bus to her therapy sessions. She missed the counseling session, but called later and apologized. The doctor told her not to worry, he needed more than a week to recover from their last session.

At her next therapy session she arrived a little early and sat in the waiting room and read a magazine until the receptionist noticed her and called her up to the desk. "I think he would want you to go on in," she said with a wink, as if she knew more than she was supposed to. Cassie wondered if she was aware of what they had done before her last therapy service began, fucking on the sofa she was supposed to tell her problems from.

Cassie knocked at the door and he opened it with a big smile. "Good to see you, my dear," he said grinning. "Come in. I see you wore the same dress," he said, pleased that she had. He knew at that moment she had no panties on and the thought gave him a stir in the groin.

He looked her up and down, like he was evaluating a piece of choice steak.

"The chair was a little hard for me to sit up that long, so if we could use the couch I'd be pleased," he said.

"Sure," she said. "Want the dress on or off?"

"This time, since we'll be on the sofa, could you take it off?" he asked. "So I can look at you as we have intercourse.

"Of course," she said, tossing it over her head. "You mean fuck?"

Once she was nude he took his clothes off and got down on the backless sofa. Once again she climbed on top and straddled him. She eased down, sliding his only adequate old cock a few inches into her. He was barely hard, but managed to get it up inside of her a short way. She reached down and held him up with her hand, helping him to stay inside.

They fucked for maybe ten minutes and he came quietly. Her tubes had been tied, so she could fuck unafraid of pregnancy and she let him spew his semen harmlessly into her. He began shrinking almost immediately and he slipped out of her.

"You want to just look for awhile?" she asked. Without answering he nodded and motioned with his head towards the padded leather chair. She went to the chair, since knew what he wanted, and sat down, lifted her legs, and spread her knees. He took a seat fairly close, then sat back and just looked, smiling widely, admiring her young and supple snatch.

"Do you ever want to get out of here, fuck someplace new and exciting, screw somebody new, somebody you don't have to trade anything for?" she said.

"I am old, I am not so handsome, so who would fuck me without trading something?" he said.

"As you know, I have plenty of friends. I fuck pretty much whoever I want to, so I have friends who would do you for me anytime. I think they would like fucking you," she said. "You are smart. You are rich. You are a man who people respect. If you come with me, I will show you," she added. "I will get you the fuck of your lifetime," she said.

He thought for awhile, then he nodded and grinned. "I think I just had it," he said. "You could get me fucked, by someone I did't have to pay or bribe?"

"Sure," she said.

"Okay then," he said, imitating her expression, "sure."

She told him where to meet her and he arrived at the corner of Wilshire and Sepulveda ten minutes early, so excited was he to be there. He had been telling people how to manage their sex lives for years. The only sex life he couldn't improve on was his own. Cassie had gone to him to treat her sex addiction, and she ended up helping him enhance and enjoy his own.

From where they met, she led him to a group of apartments in Beverly Hills, and they took the elevator to the third floor. It was a tall, old structure, but was in fairly good shape for the time it was constructed. She hadn't even knocked when the door opened. A husky voiced woman with the sensuous body of a person who makes her living from her looks kissed Cassie. It was not just a peck on the cheek, but a long and passionate kiss that usually preceded sexual activity: hot, horny, bisexual carnal pursuit.

Julia pulled away from Cassie, looked at the doctor and smiled. "You're the sex therapist who needs a piece of ass, right?" He started to turn away but Cassie caught him by the arm.

"Don't get over sensitive, she gives great head and means well," Cassie said. "Julia, this is Doctor Walt. Here we're on a first name basis. You will leave here feeling like you been drinking love potion number nine," she said with a smile. "Julia specializes in making people feel really, really good."

She turned to Julia. "Don't 'ya babe? She can fuck you into ecstasy faster than you can say, 'I'm coming,' right?" Julia ran her hands down her body, smoothing the sleek dress and nodded. "Take care of the doc, would you baby?" Cassie said.

"Oral, anal, or from the front door?" Julia said, moving up to the doctor and loosening his tie and at the same time putting a hand on his fly.

"Give him the works," Cassie said. "She sucks cock like Linda Lovelace." The doctor was surprised Cassie knew about Linda Lovelace. Realizing that, she said, "Watched a lot of porn in my life, even the old stuff."

Julia moved the doctor to her bed, undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. "In front of you?" he said, embarrassed to be fucking in front of Cassie, even though he'd fucked her himself.

"Oh no, I'll go in the other room," she said. "The doctor's shy," she explained unnecessarily to Julia.

"Does he want two?" Julia asked. "Margie's in the back."

"Two might be one too many," Cassie said. "Let's start small. Weak heart, you know." She smiled at Julia and turned towards the door.

By that time Julia had him down to his socks and Cassie left the room. She went to Julia's living room and picked up a magazine, Variations, and began reading a story about a couple who specialized in having sex with people with artificial body parts. She was halfway through the story when Maggie came in. She was just getting interested in the story when Maggie said, "Julia with the doctor?"

"Yeah, she's giving him some sexual therapy," she said, "enhancing his libido. Helping him hear the Lord's voice, you know." Maggie nodded, as if she understood completely that sex therapists needed to learn the truth about sexual intercourse. She didn't have much faith in sexual therapists.

"Help him see the light," Maggie said sarcastically. She was very suspicious of sexual psychologists setting themselves up as experts in the realities of human sexuality. "He ought to be learning the truth right about now," she said.

At that moment in the other room Julia was on her knees in front of the chair she had placed the doctor in with his tiny cock in her hand and its small, bulbous head in her mouth, her tongue expertly working over the tip. His eyes were closed, his mouth partially open, and his hands balled into fists.

She pushed her head down all the way until his cock was all the way to the back of her throat. She held him there, keeping her nose in his curly, grey pubic hair for nearly a minute. When he was obviously finished, she climbed up on the chair and mounted him, raising up over his flaccid dick, and then doing all she could to stuff it up inside of her.

Eventually, it got semi hard and stayed in and she bounced up and down on his lap until he began to show signs of actually reaching a climax. His head went back and again he closed his eyes.

Suddenly his eyes popped open and they stayed that way. She looked down on him and said his name. He didn't answer. She asked him if he was okay, but still, he didn't reply. Julia raised up and his limp cock plopped out of her.

Julia came running into the living room where Cassie was finishing the story about the couple who fucked those who'd lost limbs. "Your doctor didn't make it," she yelled.

Cassie put down the magazine and shrugged. "He's dead," Julia said.

"At least he died happy, Maggie said looking up from her book.