Thursday, August 31, 2023
Flight attendant part 4
She undressed me slowly and when she removed my bra, she was surprised at how firm my large breasts were. My round brown nipples were already hard. She quickly undressed and embraced me, pressing her small firm body against mine. In a moment she raised my face, staring at my lips. She kissed me again but this time our tongues were passionate and needy.
She was beside me and cupped one of my breasts in her hand and slowly licked around my hard nipples, one at a time. I started to moan when I heard her nails sliding against my white cast. She then sucked them gently, giving them tiny little bites. I was soaking wet and aching to come, I'm sure she could smell me.
I could not see anything except shapes and colours when she moved between my cast and leg. Her hands travelled the length of my cast down to my exposed toes. I'm sure she could tell that I was ready since she went for my vagina next.
Maria pressed the tip of her tongue as far as she could reach. She kept at it, rapidly sliding her tongue in and out of me. It wasn't long until my entire body spasmed, pain shot through my broken foot while I moaned louder while my orgasm rocked my body.
Maria's gentle smile greeted me as I stirred. "How did you sleep?" she asked softly.
"Surprisingly well, considering everything," I replied, offering a small smile in return.
"We have a busy day ahead," Maria said, her tone brightening.
"Since you can't go back to your hotel reservation, I thought we could do a bit of shopping. You'll need some clothes for the next few days before you can safely head back to Montreal."
The idea of shopping felt oddly strange with a possible rapist or killer on the loose. But a chance to focus on something other than the recent turmoil felt nice. As I agreed, Maria's eyes lit up with excitement.
"I know just the perfect place. There's a charming boutique nearby that I think you'll love."
After a quick breakfast, we prepared to head out. Maria helped me get dressed in a fresh set of clothes, making sure to keep my broken foot comfortable and supported. Her attention to detail and care were evident in every gesture. I didn't remember from when I was a teenager how annoying a leg cast can be.
Navigating the bustling streets of Rome on crutches proved to be an adventure in itself. With my broken foot carefully elevated and knee bent, Maria walked by my side ready for any support. The beautiful architecture of Rome towered above us, a reminder of the city's rich history and the stories it held within its walls.
Arriving at the boutique, the sign above the entrance caught my attention. "L'Angolo di Roma," it read in elegant script. The boutique itself looked charming, its display windows showcasing the treasures within.
The three steps leading up to the boutique's entrance could pose a challenge on my forearm crutches. "Alright, here's the plan," I said to Maria laughing and smiling, "I'll hop up the steps on one foot, and you make sure I don't fall."
Maria's lips curved into a lovely smile, I noticed her gaze shifting from my eyes to my legs, both the white cast and the healthy one. As I balanced on my good foot, I placed the crutches one by one on the first step, using them for support as I hopped upward.
Maria kissed my cheek with a satisfied grin. I turned my attention back to the boutique that revealed a world of fashion waiting to be explored. WOW, elegance and style everywhere. Racks of clothing draped in rich fabrics lined the walls. The air was filled with a delicate scent, and the soft lighting created an intimate ambience that invited exploration. Shoppers and lovers paradise.
The boutique's proprietor, a friendly woman with a warm smile, greeted us as we entered.
"Hi there! If you need any help, just ask. I can see we have something in common," she said warmly. She stepped out from behind the counter, her right leg in a big long walking cast that went all the way down to her foot. She had a crutch leaning against the wall beside her.
I thanked her and then turned to Maria, her gaze remained a bit longer on the woman, her eyes on her long black cast before returning to meet my gaze. I carefully selected a few dresses to try on.
As I stepped into the fitting room on my crutches, I caught Maria's gaze once again. There was an undeniable interest in her eyes for that woman's broken leg. With a reassuring smile, she nodded towards one dress in particular, silently encouraging me to try it on.
Then to my surprise Maria walked in the dressing room and to her surprise I was naked except for my white cast. I was sliding the sexy dress over my head and felt Maria stare at my breasts and then legs. The look was amazing, my big round breasts stretched the material to perfection while it stopped inches above my knee.
"What do you think?" I asked Maria, my nipples were so visible through the light fabric.
She walked behind me, her hands on my hips for support while she turned me facing the long mirror standing on one leg, knee bent with my cast off the floor. Maria reached under my arms and cupped each breast softly and ran her fingers over my nipples. The action in a public place aroused me.
"You love being touched by me like this Jewel?" I quietly moaned yes and just stood there looking at our reflections in the mirror.
"I'm so sorry you broke your foot but you are so sexy in that cast." She placed her hand on my stomach, kissed my neck and stuffed her hand inside the dress and into my panties, her fingers teasing me, stroking my vagina. I became even more excited.
"You think you will be able to stand on one leg when the orgasm rocks your body" She asked me licking my neck and pushing in and out 2 fingers.
I leaned back against her, she was grabbing my breast with one hand.
"Oooohhhhhh goddddd...Maria I'm going to cum" I moaned too loudly out of control.
I squealed with pleasure as her fingers rammed in and out faster. My juices squirting down my thighs, leg and cast. I reached a breathless climax that left me so weak-kneed. Maria helped me sit down.
Later on with the dress in Maria's hand, I made my way to the counter to complete the purchase. The boutique's proprietor, leaning on her crutch, beamed as she carefully packaged the dress. As I left the boutique, I wondered how much she heard.
As we left the boutique, the warm Italian sun felt amazing on my face. Maria suddenly stood up on the tips of her toes, her lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. With a mixture of excitement and a little difficulty, I balanced on my crutches, leaning in to meet her, feeling the connection between us intensify. I was falling in love with her.
Maria suggested that we find a quaint cafe for a leisurely lunch, a chance to relax and reflect on the day. Over plates of pasta and glasses of wine, our conversation flowed effortlessly, I was forgetting everything. The charming atmosphere of the cafe and the delicious food felt like a 5 star restaurant in my book.
My cast was on her lap, she was rubbing my toes as we talked, I noticed a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye, a glimpse of a figure that seemed all too familiar. My heart skipped a beat, and I turned my head slightly, my gaze scanning the area discreetly.
"Maria," I whispered.
She looked at me, concerned, flashing in her eyes. "What is it, Jewel?"
"I thought I saw him," I murmured, my voice trembling. "I thought I saw Marco."
Maria's expression shifted from curiosity to alertness, she leaned down and grabbed my crutches and followed my gaze, her eyes scanning the crowd. "Where?"
"Over there, by the entrance. It might not be him, but... I don't know, I thought I saw him."
Maria's grip on her fork tightened momentarily, ready to stab him, before she took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving the spot I had indicated.
As we finished our plates and paid the bill, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching us. I cast another glance towards the entrance, but the figure I thought I had seen was nowhere to be found. Perhaps it had been a trick of my imagination.
Leaving the charming restaurant, I leaned on my crutches while I navigated the cobblestone path, each step a reminder of my broken foot. As we reached the edge of the street, I paused, my heart skipping a beat when I caught a glimpse of a dark figure across the road in eerie shadows, and in the distance, Marco's menacing gaze bore into us. I could almost feel his sinister thoughts as he stared, a shiver running down my spine. We were both eager to return to the safety of Maria's apartment.
...For now...
To come part 5
K
Wednesday, August 30, 2023
Tuesday, August 29, 2023
Flight attendant part 3
"Since you are a student here Maria I will have you apply the cast to your friend Jewel". Maria's face lit, her excitement was palpable. She prepared the materials for the cast, and she glanced at me, her eyes filled with...attractions, I think.
She leaned down, staring into my eyes, and kissed my lips ever so gently, "It's going to be ok Jewel, don't worry"
Maria's preparation was meticulous; she ensured that my foot was positioned comfortably, offering me a reassuring smile before beginning her work. She delicately smoothed a layer of padding over my broken foot and leg, each touch gentle yet firm.
I couldn't help but stare at her deep blue eyes, framed by thick lashes that fluttered as she focused on her task. The casting material followed, Maria's hands glided across the material, smoothing it out with expertise. It was as if she transformed this medical necessity into a work of art. With each layer, the cast protected my broken foot but also look so sexy somehow.
Time seemed to blur as Maria worked, her sexy lips curved into a gentle smile as she smoothed out the final layer, and I found myself captivated by the curve of her mouth, the softness of her lips. It was at that moment that she leaned down, her lips against my skin, and pressed a tender kiss to the edge of the cast.
As I looked at the cast, It was not just for physical aid and protection, but a real connection between us. I pulled her closer, there was a palpable tension in the air, a magnetic pull that drew us together. And then I pressed my lips to hers.
The kiss was loving and passionate, our lips moved in perfect harmony. Maria's response was immediate. her arms wrapped around me, drawing me closer until there was no space left between me and this lovely Italian. The cast on my leg served as a reminder that I was vulnerable, but I felt anything but weak.
The kiss deepened, our mouths parting and our tongues did a dance of desire. As our bodies pressed together, the pain in my foot seemed to fade into the background, overshadowed by the intensity of my attraction towards this woman that saved my life. And as our lips finally parted, we remained locked in an embrace.
"Hummm, now, let's fit you for crutches, here we use forearm crutches." She retrieved a pair, carefully adjusting them for my appropriate height. I stood on my right foot and took a few steps towards Maria, her smile was infectious.
"You're a natural," Maria's voice held a touch of admiration, she was staring into my big brown eyes.
Then in a brain freeze type of move I pretended to lose balance, leaning forward until I was pressed against Maria's reassuring presence. Our eyes met, and without hesitation, our lips met in a passionate kiss. Mouths parted, and in the tender intimacy of this Italian hospital room, our tongues met again.
I felt so attracted to this woman, like nothing could stop us, until we both heard the door open and...
"Jewel, your boyfriend, Marco, is in the front waiting for you," the admin assistant said, her voice breaking the sensual connection that I had with Maria in our intimate moment. Her words were like a cold shower, I felt shock and fear.
Maria's eyes widened in alarm, her grip on me tightening almost instinctively. We exchanged a glance and Marco was a reminder of the danger that still surrounded us. We couldn't afford to be caught, not now, not ever.
"I... I can't face him," I stammered, panicking.
"We need to leave, Jewel. Now."
With hurried movements, she helped me gather my belongings, the crutches providing much-needed support as I moved around on my right leg only. The cast on my broken foot was just another problem to deal with trying to escape from Marco.
As we made our way towards the back exit in the quiet hallway, I couldn't shake the feeling of being hunted. Each step on my forearm crutches felt like an effort, my body adjusting to the new rhythm and the extra weight of the cast on my leg. I kept my injured knee bent, the white cast protecting my lower leg from further harm. I was acutely aware of the pain radiating from my foot, I had been afraid of breaking my leg or ankle jumping out the window and it was my foot that gave up. Well done Jewel...
As we finally stepped outside, the sunlight hit my face, a contrast to the dimly lit hospital corridor. The world continued to turn despite the chaos that had become my reality. Maria's grip on my arm was firm, and I could feel her tension as she hailed a taxi. Her eyes darted around the surroundings, scanning for any sign of danger. I couldn't blame her, the fear that Marco could appear at any moment was intense.
My cast felt strange on my leg, restricting my movement and altering my balance. My good leg was taking on the majority of the work, while the injured one remained propped up and carefully shielded from any accidental bumps. I hobbled into the taxi with Maria taking my crutches, positioning myself carefully on the seat.
During the ride, I stole a glance at Maria, as our eyes met, a small smile on her lips, as if offering reassurance amidst the uncertainty. My cast was on her lap and she was caressing my toes. It felt amazing, a silent understanding that we were in this together. She was amazing.
As the taxi pulled to a sudden stop, the jolt sent pain through my broken foot. I positioned myself at the edge of the seat.
"Take your time, Jewel. I'm right here to help you."
My good leg first while the casted leg remained elevated. The combination of forearm crutches and a cast was a new challenge. Once safely on the ground, I looked up to see Maria already in the process of settling the taxi fare. Her efficiency was apparent while her gaze lingered on my white cast and I could sense something that I couldn't define.
"My apartment is 2 blocks from here", "she had a cute little place. One bedroom apartment which looked a lot like her, very stylish and organised, maximizing the space.
I was very nervous until she sat beside me, not too close and we made small talk. I was looking into her deep blue eyes when she made the first move. She slid closer to me, lifted my broken foot and placed it on her lap. I was facing her.
She kissed me gently on the lips and my mouth closed. I didn't react for a second and then started to kiss back. My lips parted and her tongue entered my mouth slowly and gently. I moved my cast aside and put my arms around her and we kissed for a long time.
Here it was again, Maria's gaze drifting towards my broken foot, the white cast that protected the broken bones. There was a tenderness in her eyes, there was something more than just concern for my injured limb. Her fingers brushed against the edges of my cast as if they were close to my vagina.
She gently touched the smooth surface of the cast. Her touch was delicate, slowly moving down along the foot portion of my leg cast. Without a word, Maria's fingers rubbed my exposed toes along the edge of the cast, her touch sending a shiver up my spine.
She leaned down to press a tender kiss on the exposed toes of my broken foot. It was a simple yet intimate gesture, a sensual way of offering comfort like women do best.
The touch of her lips against my skin sent a rush of wetness between my legs.
She removed my glasses, leading the way, I was literally her blind lover. She nuzzled my neck, ears and she could hear my breathing get faster.
"Do you trust me?" Maria's voice was a whisper, filled with love.
"Yes, completely, but I'm blind without my glasses," I admitted.
She took my hand and helped me stand on my good leg, my knee bent to keep my cast off the floor, while I leaned against her for support. Her touch was steady and sure, guiding me with confidence.
With each hop, one step at a time, we moved forward, our bodies moving in sync as if we were dancing to an unspoken rhythm. As we made our way towards her bedroom, anticipation hung in the air, a palpable sexual tension, impossible to ignore. In my case I felt totally physically vulnerable with my broken foot and sexually desirable being as blind as a bat. Totally relying on this sexy Italian woman.
Once we reached the bedroom, Maria guided me to the bed, her touch reassuring and gentle. She helped me sit down, the reality of my situation sinking in. Maria's attention shifted to my broken foot, with a delicate touch, she lifted my cast, her fingers cradling it with the utmost care. She placed it gently on the bed beside.
As I watched her, I think she smiled and she...
Part 4 to come
K
Monday, August 28, 2023
Sexy bone Specialist part 5
After my successful event with Alexandra, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity about the upcoming meeting with Henry, the mysterious potential client. As I prepared for our meeting, I took extra care in choosing my attire, wanting to make a strong first impression without pushing that I was a doctor.
The warm water from the shower cascaded over me, soothing and washing away the cares of the long day after 2 long surgeries. I was very careful in my shower, I savoured the sensation of the droplets on my left leg, now a shapely stump. The water dripped along the long scars. My mind wandered as I contemplated what lay ahead.
With a sense of purpose, I hopped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a plush towel, my dark hair cascading in damp waves. Balancing on my crutches, I moved gracefully across the room.
As I stood before the mirror, I couldn't help but scrutinize my reflection, my missing leg, a mixture of self-assurance and concern in my gaze. That concern came from past experience where some men reacted badly to my one leg and crutches.
Yet, I selected a sexy black cocktail dress, one that accentuated my curves, exuded an air of confidence and displayed both my sexy and strong right leg and my stump. The deep black fabric clung to my figure, it was both elegant and sexy.
Balancing delicately on one leg while my crutches leaned against the wall, I slid into a high heel pump, its click echoing in the room like a warning call...Vivian is coming. I applied a subtle touch of makeup, enhancing my features without overshadowing my enigmatic green eyes.
As I stood before the mirror, the image that stared back at me was that of a doctor who defied convention, a woman who embraced sexual desires in all their forms. My crutches were always within reach, ready to support me on new adventures.
The designated meeting spot was a beautiful restaurant/ business meeting place just outside London, a place where secrets could be shared without fear of prying eyes. I arrived a bit early, my heart pounding with curiosity. The ambience was upscale and set the stage for our clandestine encounter.
I chose a corner table tucked away from the main path, where we could talk without drawing too much attention. Minutes later, a man that I guessed was Henry walked in. He was a man of mystery, his presence commanding. Dressed in a tailored suit that spoke of sophistication, he moved with grace. His dark hair framed a chiselled face with a hint of rugged charm, and dark brown eyes.
Our gazes met, and there was an unspoken understanding that passed between us plus he saw my crutches. In a strange way. You could say that we were two individuals drawn together by a shared fascination. As he approached the table, I rose to my foot, extending a hand in greeting
"Henry," I said, my voice warm. "I'm Vivian. It's a pleasure to meet you."
He took my hand, his grip firm. "The pleasure is mine. I've been following your posts on social media with great interest."
We settled into our seats, the dim light casting an aura of intrigue around us. The menu lay forgotten as we jumped into the purpose of our meeting about the boundaries we were willing to push.
It's so strange how sometimes I seem to totally miss the elephant in the room. Here we were settled into our corner table at this elegant restaurant, the ambience seemed to protect us like Alexandra long leg cast protected her broken leg. That was until Henry leaned in slightly as if ready to share a well-guarded secret that was going to shake me to the bones.
"Dr. Caldwell," he began, his voice very serious. God I felt like I needed to work on my anonymity since both clients so far knew my name before we started. But that was the least of my problems with Henry.
"I must admit that my interest in your work goes beyond mere curiosity. I've been tasked by your hospital to do a rather unique private, very private investigation" I was ready to pass out. I regarded him with intrigue trying hard to regain control and let's be honest save my career.
"And how does my private life fit into this investigation, Henry?"
He paused looking straight into my eyes, as if carefully choosing his words and trying to read my mind, my deepest secrets.
"I believe that your unconventional services, your ability to provide individuals with experiences that test their boundaries, may hold a key to understanding certain aspects of human behaviour and psychology." I had no ideas where he was going with this.
"To be blunt, YOUR hospital is interested in exploring the motivations behind your clients' desires to have such a painful experience like breaking a bone, the psychological impact of being in a leg cast for months and using crutches, and the resilience, I mean doctor I don't know how you broke Alexandra leg but wow, that's something else"
I nodded, beginning to grasp the scope of his inquiry. "So, you're seeking to gain insights into the human psyche through the lens of sexual pain, desire and immobilization?"
"Precisely, Dr. Caldwell. I believe that by understanding the motivations and psychological processes involved in seeking out your services, we can shed light on some of the most profound sexual fetishes."
Before I could respond, a sudden urge led me to excuse myself and make my way to the ladies room. With a practised fluidity gained over the years since losing my left leg, I pushed back my chair and rose to my single remaining foot, balancing gracefully on the slender heel of my high heeled pump.
With a sensual sway of my hips, I reached for my crutches, their sleek metal frames catching Henry's eyes. I positioned them under my arms. Then, with a graceful transition, I shifted my weight onto my remaining leg, I felt my muscles flexing beneath the smooth fabric of my pantyhose. I always loved how the delicate arch of my high-heeled pump accentuated the sexy curve of my calf.
With each step, my leg moved in rhythm between my crutches, simple, efficient and very sensual. As I made my way, I could feel the weight of Henry's gaze on me, his fascination evident . My physicality, the way I moved on my crutches, had always been a source of intrigue for those who met me for the first time.
In the ladies room, there was another woman beside me in a wheelchair with both her lower legs in white casts. As I stood before the mirror on my crutches, she was staring at my dark wavy hair cascading around my shoulders, I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of myself. My green eyes that looked mysterious and her beautiful broken legs or ankles.
I wished that Henry's eyes traced the lines of my shapely leg that extended from my slender thigh to the sleek high-heeled pump lille she was doing without pretending not to. It was a sight that may or may not have captivated him but sure was captivating her. Some men and women are attracted to amputees, some only to ladies in leg cast, I hoped he was into both.
With measured movements, I smiled at the lady and said "Hope you are not in too much pain" and I rubbed my stump, I rubbed the scars under my fingers, it was a subtle invitation, an acknowledgement of the physical and sensual reality. She licked her lips and we both left the ladies room.
As I gracefully returned to our table, Henry's silent admiration was obvious. I leaned my crutches against the wall, and with practised poise, I balanced on my single remaining leg, the slender high-heeled pump providing unwavering support as I lowered myself into the chair.
Henry's eyes remained transfixed on me, rendering him momentarily speechless.
I smiled and said. "I believe they call it sex appeal...Just kidding"
His gaze continued to linger on me, and after a moment that seemed too long, he spoke. "Thank you, Dr. Caldwell. Vivian, may I call you Vivian?"
"Yes."
Henry's was quick to draw a connection. "Perhaps one of the reasons women seek your unique services, Vivian, is precisely what you've just demonstrated. I mean pure beauty and sensuality, with the graceful use of crutches."
The poor man was so turned on by the situation, by me that what came next was ...
I noticed a familiar figure approaching, and I smiled at this beautiful woman and felt a tingle between my leg and stump. Here came Alexandra, confidently navigating the café on her crutches like a pro. Henry turned to see who I was smiling at and her presence was a captivating sight for him. Her bandage dress elegantly showcasing her leg cast, her leg that I broke for her.
Part 6 to come
K
Sunday, August 27, 2023
Flight attendant part 2
I leapt out of the window in desperation and fear of what the alternative would bring. But the impact with the ground delivered excruciating pain that shot up my leg. The pavement was cold and waves of agony radiated from my foot, leaving me gasping for breath.
"Miss, run!" the stranger's voice urged. He reminded me of my coach back when I was 16, encouraging me to get up, walk it out...Even if we found out later that day that my foot was broken in 2 places coach Jones.
"I can't... my foot... I think it's broken," I managed to gasp between ragged breaths. The pain was relentless, making even the thought of movement a daunting challenge. I role played last year with my ex-girlfriend scenes of bondage and torture but my broken foot was an instrument of torture like nothing we did.
Left alone in the dim alley, a sense of isolation enveloped me. The stranger who had momentarily been my lifeline had disappeared into the night, likely fleeing Marco's rage. However, there was another pressing concern, I needed to locate my glasses. Without them, I was virtually blind and very vulnerable.
With cautious steps, I reached out around me, my fingertips trembling as they grazed over the uneven surface beneath. A rush of relief flooded over me as my fingers brushed against the cool surface of my glasses. I carefully lifted them to my face and secured them over my eyes.
With my glasses perched back on my nose, the world around me snapped into focus, revealing the true nature of the alley's menacing atmosphere. My gaze dropped to my throbbing foot, the pain now visible, swelling had already set in, turning my left foot and leg totally useless.
"You can do it Jewel "I told myself.
I attempted to rise, to put distance between me and the nightmare I was desperate to escape. But with each excruciating step, my foot rebelled against me, the pain a relentless reminder that it was indeed broken.
Gritting my teeth, I forced myself into a limping, hopping rhythm, each step a fight between pain and my determination to flee. With my very slow progression, the scary darkness of the night seemed even more hostile.
Each step I took, fuelled by adrenaline only, was increasing the damage to my already fractured limb. The pain intensified with every movement and my actions were going to prolong my recovery. Even if I loved sexual bondage, being bound to a cast and crutches longer, was not a pleasure of mine physically or sexually.
I hated crutches.
A wave of fear as I considered the possible consequences. The fact that I'm diabetic added an additional layer of concern. Diabetes could complicate the healing process, extending the time I would spend immobilized in non weight bearing cast while reliant on crutches or even worse, amputation if infection settles in.
Marco's voice cut through the night, "Jewel...where are you" a chilling reminder that he was still close. Panic was pushing to force my fractured foot to obey. I had to escape or face rape and possibly death.
I pushed my body to its limits until I stumbled. I felt unable to stand but I continued to press forward, crawling a few more feet. Tears mixed with the sweat on my face.
His voice echoed again in the distance, his anger palpable but hope came in the shape of a young woman, her face etched with concern, and rode towards me on a Vespa. The vibrant red motorbike zipped to a stop, its engine purring like a cat.
"Signorina, tutto bene? Miss are you OK?" she repeated in English, her voice laced with genuine worry.
Pain and shock seized my voice, rendering me momentarily speechless. Little did I know at that moment that the name of this beautiful young woman was Maria. She had sprung into action like my super hero.
"Quick, let me help you onto the back of my Vespa. We need to get out of here, it's really not safe Miss, and you need to be careful not to stand on your broken foot," Maria instructed me, her nursing student instincts kicking in.
With her help I managed to hop to the back of the Vespa. I wrapped my arms around her, holding tight. The jolts and bumps of the ride intensified the pain in my fractured foot. As we sped away from my nightmare, the wind on my face felt like a balm. Maria navigated the narrow streets with skill on her Vespa. My focus remained on the road ahead, half-expecting Marco to materialize on every corner, his presence a shadow that refused to dissipate.
During the ride, Maria's voice broke through the haze of pain and fear. "My apartment is close. We'll take you there, and I'll do my best with your broken foot Miss."
I managed a weak nod and said "Thank you. Maybe it's just bruise"
"Oh no Miss it's broken"
Within 30 minutes, we arrived at Maria's apartment. Gingerly easing myself off the Vespa, I made sure not to put any weight on my broken foot. Leaning on Maria for support, I hopped awkwardly towards her apartment. The rhythm was slow and painful.
Maria's strong presence helped me navigate her apartment and she helped me sit on the couch. Her concern remained evident in her face. I watched as she meticulously assessed my foot, her fingers moving with a gentle precision..
"What do you think doctor Maria, just a bruise?" I asked, smiling at her.
"It feels and looks like you might have broken two metatarsal bones. You need an X-ray to determine the extent of the damage."
The simple hope for a bruise or stress fracture was dashed, replaced by the possibility of a more complex injury that in my situation met months casted and on crutches.
"What's our next step?" I inquired, my voice nervous and concerned.
"We need to go to my hospital where I intern," Maria stated firmly.
As reluctant as I was to face the hospital, Maria's conviction was a reassurance that couldn't be ignored. Arriving at the hospital, her knowledge proved invaluable. After the X'ray the doctor took away any hopes I had left,
"Your metatarsal bones are indeed broken. We will apply a cast to your lower leg to stabilize them as they heal and you will need to use crutches."
How long will I be confined to a cast? How would I manage my daily life? When I was 16 and broke the same foot, because of my diabetes the healing process took longer and I was in various casts and crutches for a total of 12 weeks.
The doctor turned his attention to Maria, a smile in his eyes.
Part 3 to come
K
Saturday, August 26, 2023
Sexy Bone Specialist part 4
Alexandra's eyes met mine, and her gaze looked sad, a weight she had been carrying. As I prepared the leg cast material, she took a deep breath and began to speak, her voice tinged with remorse.
"Dr. Caldwell," Alexandra began, her words filled with sincerity, "there's something I need to tell you, something that's been on my mind since we first met."
I paused, grabbed my crutches, and came closer to her giving her my full attention.
"It was my sister," she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion. "The accident that led to you losing your leg."
I couldn't hide the surprise that registered on my face as I absorbed the weight of her revelation.
"Your sister?" I repeated, seeking clarity.
"Yes, she was 17, driving alone. It was a terrible accident. She hit the motorcycle, lost control of her vehicle, and she crashed into a tree. Your leg was crushed upon impact."
Alexandra's words hung in the air... I wasn't sure what to say. "Please call me Vivian"
With Alexandra's broken leg between us and my amputation between me and her sister, I approached slowly on my crutches. I could feel the anticipation in the air, Alexandra's eyes remained fixed on me.
"My apologies, I couldn't help but be captivated by the beauty of your broken leg," I said to distract from the weight of Alexandra's revelation.
"The accident brought us together, your sister's accident, her broken leg, it's all part of our story now. Ready for that lovely blue cast?" I leaned over and kissed her soft lips.
Alexandra softly cried, happy it was in the open now. Her wet eyes held mine.
"It's part of us and yes I'm so ready"
With my gloved hands I said "The cast will go from your upper thigh to mid-foot"
I examined her broken leg, slight swelling had begun, a natural response to the double fracture. Her beautiful broken leg was now mine. My fingers gently added padding at her knee, ankle, and heel to make the cast very comfortable.
She had selected light blue casting material, I dipped the casting material into a basin of warm water and after removing the extra water I was ready. With a steady grace, with one crutch and standing on my leg, I began to encircle Alexandra's broken leg, starting at her foot and ankle. Each layer, meticulously applied, created a protective cocoon that embraced her shapely leg to perfection. The material, once pliable, began to set in place.
"I can't help but think of your sister, with her shattered leg" I admitted, my hands moving with a delicate touch along Alex's broken leg. Alexandra smiled but I knew her leg was very painful, she refused the pain medicine.
As the cast continued to ascend, inch by inch along her perfect leg, I found myself caught in a delicate balance. It wasn't just about applying a leg cast; it was about our connection since day one. I couldn't deny my growing affection for this younger woman. With each layer, I strived for a balance between creating a slim, artistic, and undeniably sexy cast while ensuring it provided the necessary support and complete immobilization of her broken leg.
I was determined to follow the contours of Alexandra's shapely leg. My gloved fingers, tracing the exquisite lines of her broken leg, rubbing the casting material with precision.
The process was methodical, each layer more important than the previous one.
Alexandra's leg was now protected in a blue cast.
With the final layer in place, I grabbed my crutches and stepped back to admire my work, a full leg cast still setting, holding promise and liberation. Alexandra lay on the table, her broken leg in this long cast, bent at the knee, non weight bearing for the next 8 weeks..
"Alexandra, you look incredibly sexy in that cast. How are you feeling?"
"It's unlike anything I've ever experienced, simply amazing, Dr... Vivian, sorry. Thank you."
"Close your eyes, Alex, if you trust me. You know you can't move while your cast sets," I said, and she nodded in trust but breathing harder, excited and thrilled.
I secured Alexandra's wrists to the Fracture Table, a newfound level of sexual intimacy enveloped us. Her trust in me was palpable. I did the same to her left leg. All 3 limbs gently but securely fastened, I could see the anticipation in her eyes, a mix of lust and eagerness and by reflex when she tried to move her broken leg... she moaned.
"You're doing wonderfully, Alexandra," I whispered, my voice a soothing reassurance. "Your leg will heal beautifully, and you'll enjoy this experience on crutches with this long leg cast like nothing before."
"Did you imagine your sister tied like this when she broke her leg?"
I watched her with affection, then I cut her shirt and bra with a scalpel leaving her exposed. From the slender curves of her leg cast to her beautiful breasts...She was perfect.
I lowered the Fracture Table and leaned over her, her big eyes staring into mine, I kissed her lips and pressed my breasts against hers. My tongue probed her mouth, my hands cupped her breasts, and I rubbed my thumbs over her fully erected nipples.
Breaking the kiss to her lips she moaned but she stared at me joining her on the table, my stump between her cast and leg. I kissed and licked down her throat, licking her nipples, flicking them with my fingernails between licks.
"I was in so much pain after your sister hit me" I said while leaning down between her cast and leg.
"I'm so sor.." I didn't let her finish and plunged 2 fingers inside her. Then I used my tongue and licked and sucked her clitories. She couldn't resist it anymore and welcomed the orgasms, wave after wave hit her.
I stood by Alexandra's side and untied her wrists and leg, my own heart filled with love that I had not expected. I found myself falling for this woman in a way I had never anticipated.
When the cast had fully set I leaned in close to her, my lips brushing against her ear.
"You're incredible, and I'm so grateful to have shared this experience with you Alexandra."
After our intimate moment and as Alexandra's cast had fully set, it was time to focus on her mobility and the fitting of her crutches. Now that she was equipped with her crutches and a new T-shirt, I couldn't help but admire her beauty.
As she settled onto her crutches, her broken leg elevated above the floor, I leaned on my own crutches and moved to her to kiss her.
"It was a successful first experience, Alexandra," I said, my voice filled with happiness.
"And I look forward to the future, to helping more clients embrace their desires."
Alexandra nodded, a grateful smile playing on her lips. "I'll never forget this, Vivian, and I'm excited to see where it leads me and you."
As Alexandra and I continued our conversation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement about the possibilities that lay ahead for both of us. The room held a lingering energy, a reminder of the unique connection we had together..
"Alexandra, there's something I should tell you. I have a meeting planned for tomorrow evening with a potential client #2."
Her eyes widened with curiosity. "That's wonderful! Tell me more."
I smiled, a hint of mystery in my gaze. "It's with someone who is intrigued by the experiences I offer"
Alexandra leaned in closer on her crutches, her interest piqued. "How intriguing! Do you know much about him or her?"
I shook my head, deliberately keeping certain details hidden. "Nothing"
Little did I know that this mysterious potential client, Henry, was not just seeking a meeting but was also an investigator with his own hidden agenda, one that would soon intertwine with our world in unexpected ways.
Part 5 to come
K
Friday, August 25, 2023
Flight attendant part 1
I was looking forward to my flight from Montreal to Rome, excited to explore a new city as I made my way through the Montreal Trudeau airport in my sexy new high heels shoes. My name is Jewel, I'm a flight attendant in my late twenties, known for my sense of adventure. Little did I know, this layover would become a nightmare etched into my memory forever.
As passengers began to board, I stood near the entrance in my crisp uniform, ready to welcome them aboard. My short, tight-fitting skirt hugged my curves in a way that felt both professional and slightly daring, almost slutty and I loved it. The tailored blouse accentuated my figure, the fabric smooth against my skin as I moved. On my feet were four-inch killer heels that added an extra touch of elegance, though they often left my feet sore after a long flight.
I was also wearing a pair of glasses. I was legally blind without them after close to 15 years fighting diabetes in my foot and eyes mostly.
The passengers streamed in, each greeted by my warm smile and polite welcome. And then, I saw him, he was walking down the ramp towards the entry of the plane. His presence was magnetic, drawing my gaze. He was rugged and handsome, a combination impossible to ignore. As he approached, our eyes met, and he flashed a charismatic smile that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Welcome aboard sir," I greeted, my voice steady despite the rapid fluttering of my heart.
"Thank you," he replied with a grin.
Throughout the flight, we exchanged occasional glances, and a few friendly words whenever I passed his seat. The chemistry was undeniable, an unspoken connection that hinted at something more than casual conversation.
"Can I get you anything, sir?" I asked during the in-flight service, my heart pounding like a teenager.
"Just a glass of water, thank you," he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. Earlier I noticed him staring at my long legs but now he was staring deep in my eyes and I was day dreaming that he was licking me all over.
After the meal, as the cabin lights dimmed and passengers settled in for rest, I found myself seated in the galley, reviewing the flight's details. Suddenly, the soft chime of the call button pulled me out of my thoughts. It was Mr Alessio, Marco, again, looking at me with an inviting grin.
"Hello, I know this is a bit unconventional, but would you be interested in grabbing a drink together during your layover in Rome?" he asked.
I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of intrigue and attraction. "I suppose a soft drink wouldn't hurt, can't have alcohol during layover" I replied, returning his smile.
"Great! I know a cozy place not far from your hotel. Meet me there around 8?" He suggested and told me the name of the bar.
I agreed, my heart racing a little faster than usual. The prospect of a spontaneous adventure felt exhilarating but how did he know my hotel?
The evening in Rome was warm, with a gentle breeze weaving its way through the cobblestone streets. Following Alessio's directions, I navigated the charming cityscape until I reached the little bar he had mentioned.
After a long flight, I changed out of my uniform before meeting Alessio. I slipped into a deep burgundy dress that flowed around me, replacing my professional uniform. However, I couldn't part with my four-inch killer heels, they gave me a touch of confidence and, perhaps, a hint of vulnerability.
My glasses, on my nose, were the companions of countless late-night, I kept thinking that they were framing my eyes with an air of intellect.
"Jewel, you made it!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up.
"Hi, Marco. Nice choice of place," I replied, taking a seat beside him and crossing my long legs, trust me I knew what I was doing.
We chatted for hours, our conversation flowing effortlessly from one topic to another. Marco seemed to have an air of mystery around him that I couldn't identify yet. I found myself drawn closer to him and loved the way he looked at my legs.
After my first diet coke with a lime, a strange warmth spread through my body. I dismissed it as the effects of the long flight. However when my senses began to blur, my words became sluggish, and my thoughts hazy, I knew better. Panicky, I tried to stand, but my limbs betrayed me.
"Marco, what... What did you...Do" I stammered, my vision fading.
"Shh, Jewel. Just relax. You'll be fine," he murmured soothingly, his voice was fading and darkness consumed me.
When I awoke, my surroundings were unfamiliar. My head throbbed, and as my senses gradually returned, I realized I was in a small apartment with one window. Something was terribly wrong. I struggled to move, only to find my wrists and ankles tightly bound, spreadeagled, to my bed posts still wearing my heels. I was scared and yet strangely it was a sexual turn on to be tied.
"Marco!" I screamed, panic surging through me.
"Ah, you're awake," a chilling voice echoed from the shadows.
My heart raced as I strained to focus on the figure emerging from the darkness. It was Marco, but the warmth in his eyes had been replaced by something sinister.
"Marco, what is this? Why am I tied up? What did you do to me?" I demanded, my voice quivering.
"You see, Jewel, you're here because I can... You are a tease. I have to go but the moment I'm back I will explain the plans I have for you."
Fear gripped me like a vice. The man I had shared laughter and stories with had transformed into a nightmarish figure, obsessed and possibly deranged.
"Let me go, Marco! This is madness!" I shouted, my voice breaking.
His laughter echoed through the hallway when he left me alone, sending shivers down my spine. From a charming stranger to my worst nightmare. As I struggled against my restraints, I knew that escaping his clutches would be the fight of my life until.
Unexpectedly, the sound of shuffling footsteps approached the apartment door. I felt panic and hope as the door burst open, revealing a stranger who seemed to materialize as my saviour. He quickly began untying the restraints that had kept me imprisoned.
"We need to hurry, miss," the stranger whispered urgently.
I followed him as we made our way through the apartment. Just as we reached the door, a sound from the stairwell froze me in my tracks. Marco was coming back. With no time to spare, I made my way to the window. Adrenaline surged through my veins as I considered my options. Removing my high heels seemed prudent, reducing the risk of a broken ankle or leg as I prepared to leap ten feet to the ground below.
I jumped out of the window, but a searing pain shot through my foot as it made contact with the ground. A cry of anguish escaped my lips as I crumbled to the floor, the world spinning around me.
"Miss runnnn!", the stranger yelled urgently.
"I can't... my foot...I think it's broken" I gasped, the pain rendering me helpless.
Part 2 to come
K
Thursday, August 24, 2023
Wednesday, August 23, 2023
Flight attendant prologue
Hello, my name is Jewel and I will be your flight attendant in the story. I invite you to join me in my story of twists and turns in Italy. Flight attendant by profession, my life has always been about exploration and adventure. From the moment I step onto an airplane, my heart soars with the anticipation of new horizons, new connections, and new romance waiting to unfold.
My scary tale began on a flight from Montreal to Rome, where I crossed paths with Marco Alessio. Beautiful and sexy man, he shattered the boundaries of my reality, leading me down a path I could never have foreseen.
From a charming encounter on the flight to the sinister depths of captivity, my life takes a dramatic turn, thrusting me into a world of fear, injury and survival. But inside the darkness I meet Maria, a beautiful little and sexy Italian.
So, let's embark on this journey together. From romance, horror, pain, wild sex and everything in between.
Are you ready to dive in?
Jewel
Tuesday, August 22, 2023
Monday, August 21, 2023
Sunday, August 20, 2023
Psychiatrist conclusion
I entered my office with my crutches dressed in a business suit. A smile tugged at my lips, a silent acknowledgement of the progress I had made. Earlier that morning, I had taken the step of cuffing off my pant leg to better accommodate the presence of my red cast. It was a small adjustment to open up to my fetish.
Sammy, my assistant, wheeled herself over to greet me, her vibrant energy contagious. Her genuine smile lit up the room, and for the first time, I found myself truly looking at her, not just as my assistant.
I couldn't help but notice how beautiful and smart Sammy looked dressed in her black blazer and pencil skirt. The ensemble accentuated her figure in an elegant yet professional manner, showcasing her long and crippled leg. Her dark hair was pulled back into a neat bun, with a pair of delicate silver earrings.
"Good morning, Dr. Miller!"
"Morning, Sammy,"
"How was your dinner last night?" Sammy's curiosity was evident.
I leaned against my desk, my weight supported by my crutches. Memories of the elegant restaurant and the engaging conversation as Lauren with Sophie, floated through my mind. The rest was maybe too much to discuss with my assistant.
"It was wonderful. Sophie and I had a truly delightful evening."
Sammy's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Lauren looked so beautiful Dr Miller"
I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through my body, "Yes, she's something special."
"I was wondering if you'd be interested in joining Sophie and me for a casual get-together at my place tonight," I suggested. Her surprise was evident, but her smile grew wider.
"That sounds like fun, Dr. Miller. I'd love to."
I stood before the mirror in my bedroom dressed as Lauren, I wore a stylish leather skirt paired with a fitted blouse. My crutches leaned against the nearby wall, while I stood on my good leg. I was adjusting my skirt when the doorbell rang, signalling Sophie's arrival.
I grabbed my crutches and made my way to the door. Opening it, Sophie was standing in a lovely dress. Her broken leg almost touched the ground, while supported by her crutches. Her smile was warm, her eyes shining with anticipation, not sure what to expect.
"Good evening, Dr. Miller," Sophie greeted me with her charm. "Please, come in."
Minutes later, the familiar chime of the doorbell echoed through the house, announcing Sammy's arrival. I made my way to the door on my crutches. As I opened it, I was greeted by Sammy's radiant smile.
"Hey there, Dr. Miller," Sammy greeted me warmly.
"Hello, Sammy," I replied, returning her smile. "Come on in."
Sammy wheeled herself inside with an easy grace. Sitting in her wheelchair dressed in a stylish black cocktail dress and 5 inch heel she was very elegant and sexy.
"Lauren, you're looking absolutely stunning,"Sammy remarked and then she wheeled to Sophie.
I watched the 2 sexy women while Sammy made her way into the living room. She approached Sophie, her wheelchair was so close that Sophie's long leg cast was in between the wheels of the chair. Sophie leaned down and lifted the young woman crippled leg.
"Can I remove your high heel shoe?" Sammy said yes and Sophie removed her shoe and pulled her delicate and crippled foot to her lips and kissed her toes through the pantyhose.
Sophie then pulled the wheelchair even closer to her until her black cast was between Sammy's leg and stump.
There I was standing on my crutches while Sammy brought her finger over Sophie's red lips and gasped as Sophie sucked her finger into her mouth. Sophie sucked Sammy's finger the way she would suck Lauren's hard penis.
Then Sophie grabbed Sammy's wheelchair and pulled her forward quickly and roughly against her long cast sending waves of pain through her broken leg. The young woman leaned forward and kissed Sophie, their lips met and Sammy's tongue slid inside her mouth.
When they parted, both women were breathless and stared at Lauren. I moved closer to them, not sure what to expect while I sat beside Sophie on the couch. Sammy moved closer in her wheelchair, leaned forward and brought her mouth to mine. I kissed her like I always wanted to do but while Sammy and Lauren kissed, Sophie reached over and started to stroke my penis. Sophie then unzipped and slid down my skirt and took my long and hard penis into her mouth while I continued to kiss Sammy.
Sammy pulled away in her wheelchair from me and tried to catch her breath. I slid off the couch to the hardwood floor, Sophie joined me, her cast banging against mine. Sammy watched Sophie suck Lauren' hard penis.
And then, as if on cue, Sammy gracefully slid out of her wheelchair, her movements fluid and controlled. She crawled on the hardwood floor beside me, her black dress up her hip, she was not wearing any panties and her smile was radiant.
We both stared when Sophie lifted herself off the floor, her broken leg suspended in its cast. As she balanced on one foot, she hopped gracefully towards the waiting wheelchair, she then lowered herself into it. Her broken leg extended slightly in front of her. Sophie's gaze met mine, a twinkle of triumph in her eyes.
"What are you up to?" Lauren asked Sophie but Dr Miller knew.
As if by silent agreement, Sammy started sucking Lauren' penis. I moaned at the sight of my crippled assistant licking me so hard, moaning I grabbed her firm little ass when Sophie asked,
"Tell me to stop, doctor," Sophie said
"Sorry?" Lauren said
"Tell me not to do it?" Please don't, I said. But she did, I saw Sammy's lips all over my long hard penis and Sophie's strong arm roll the wheelchair so fast that when it came in contact with my good leg, both the tibia and fibula shattered on impact. Lauren's leg was bent in a very unnatural angle inside her expensive pantyhose.
Sammy put her crippled leg over Lauren's broken leg, sliding against her broken bones, sending pain throughout the broken limb. Then she used my red cast and pulled herself up on me while she positioned my hard penis inside her vagina. My beautiful Sammy was moaning quietly with a partial sensation.
She loved the sensation of my penis in her while Lauren moaned from the pain in her broken tibia and fibula and I watched Sophie with three fingers deep inside her. She cried out again as she surrendered to the orgasm she was experiencing.
Sammy and Sophie smiled at each other sensing that their new toy Lauren was exhausted, broken and Dr Miller would possibly need surgery for his badly broken leg.
The 2 sexy women knew that this was just the beginning.
The end
K
Saturday, August 19, 2023
Friday, August 18, 2023
Psychiatrist part 9
Then, Sophie emerged from the room…
“OMG” was all I could say but stare. She was standing on her crutches almost naked with her long leg cast in full display.
I was so turned on looking at her. Her small breasts swelled out of her black bra, nipples almost peeking out. She was very sexy, smiling at me, wearing black silk stockings over her good leg and black cast attached to a sexy garter belt. A 4 inch heel pump completed her look.
She was commanding attention in a way that left me momentarily speechless. I couldn't help but feel a rush of anticipation. Her smile alone had me so hard, with a hint of mischief in her eyes as she took steps toward me on her crutches.
The sway of her hips, her long leg cast leading the way was a real suggestion of sensuality becoming erotic. Maybe it was the caster in me but with each tap of her crutches against the floor, she seemed to convey a silent promise, an invitation to explore even more between Lauren, Connor and Sophie.
She stopped on her one leg with her broken leg suspended in midair.
My gaze traced her curves with my eyes and then, her fingers brushed between her legs, up her breasts and nipples to her curly long hair. Then a subtle shift of her weight on her crutches and she slid one finger inside herself, rotating ever so slowly, moaning quietly, begging.
“OMG,” I whispered, my voice betraying my desire. I continued to take in the sight of her, standing before me, on crutches and masturbating with an air of confidence that was impossible to ignore.
“Do you like my new look Lauren?” she asked, her tone sending shivers down my spine.
“More than I can express,” I said, she was exploring uncharted waters of our desires.
With a graceful movement, Sophie lowered herself onto the couch beside me, her crutches leaning against the armrest. As our eyes met, a shared understanding passed between us, woman to woman.
"I love embracing the unexpected Sophie” I said.
“Lauren, I’m so sorry that after breaking your ankle, they now had to amputate your other leg at the knee, let me take a look at your stump,” she said, while her long fingers rubbed my erected penis and then she licked the pre-cum with her lips and tongue.
I nodded appreciatively, allowing her to position my hard cast between her legs. From her small feminine backpack, she retrieved 2 rolls of ace bandages. Her fingers moved with practiced ease. She helped me bend my knee.
As she worked on my recreational stump, I couldn't help but rub her cast, protecting her broken leg that had brought us closer together. Sophie's touch was soothing, her fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to secure the bandage without causing too much discomfort but precum was dripping.
Sophie carefully rose, grabbing her crutches for support, careful not to put weight on her broken leg, she navigated with grace. With slow and deliberate steps, Sophie made her way towards my bedroom, her crutches gently tapping against the floor. Her hips, her tight ass, her strong leg and that long black cast…All were driving me crazy.
“Oh Lauren, with your new amputation, you need to crawl to me baby, I need you inside me DR MIller” she called over her shoulder, her voice carrying a sensual tone.
Without breaking eye contact, she slowly lowered her crutches to the floor beside her. My heart skipped a beat as I watched her balancing on one leg, making sure she didn't put weight on her broken leg. The cast protecting her leg was such a compliment to her sexy look.
With her crutches now set aside, Sophie's attention shifted to the floor. She extended her good leg slightly, her hands planting firmly on the ground to support her descent, as she slowly lowered herself to the floor. Once seated, Sophie let out a soft sigh, her eyes meeting mine once again, she spread her leg and cast wide open. She was so turned on sexually, so wet.
“Crawl to me Lauren.”
She was amazing, I struggled off the couch to the floor. My eyes fell upon my legs, full leg cast and the other amputated at the knee. I began to crawl across the cold, hard floor. Each inch forward sliding my cast surprised me with slight pain coursing through my broken ankle. I looked up at Sophie, she was rubbing her vagina staring at me and smiling.
Lauren made her way down the hallway sliding along her long red cast and her stump rubbing painfully.
Once I was close enough my fingers grabbed Sophie's good leg, and I pulled her closer. I caressed her covered leg and foot. We were both so turned on, I ripped her stocking off her cast and leg and kissed her exposed toes at the end of her cast.
“Remove your skirt Lauren” She ordered and I did and freed my hard penis. What came next almost made me pass out.
Sophie positioned herself so her leg cast was against my penis and with her other little foot she rubbed me so hard. Her delicate toes were stroking my penis against her broken leg, up and down while she rubbed my stump with her long fingers.
I grabbed her good leg before she made me cum and kissed her foot, up her calve to her upper leg. I firmly pushed her leg and leg cast apart and then used my left hand and fingers to tease her, god she was so wet. For the 1st time in a long time Sophie was losing control, she squirmed and moaned out of control.
“Oh god Lauren, Connor” She moaned, closing her eyes, her hand trying desperately to grab my missing leg. The one that I wanted amputated, It was so amazing.
I bent down and gave Sophie a few long licks that sent her into a delicious orgasm. We both smiled and I lifted Sophie's broken leg on my shoulder and my stump pushed aside her good leg, spreading her wide.
I positioned myself in front of her and then leaned forward to enter her. But I wanted to tease her so I pushed into her very slowly and so deep with my long penis holding inside her while she shook.
“Please don’t stop like that,” Sophie shuddered, moaning.
I grabbed her perky breasts, pinching her nipples, starting to move my hips, my long penis almost out of her, her eyes closed enjoying the sexual punishment. I could feel Sophie's muscles contract as she craves for my penis.
“Oh god please” She moaned, losing even more of her control and confidence.
And then I push in and out, deeper than before, she implodes as she feels me push deep inside her. Just like when she broke her bones, she felt like she was above herself as she orgasms over and over. Her sexy broken body was finally Lauren’s to control as we both exploded one last time in each other's arms.
Conclusion to come