The President's daughter part 1

 

Here we were still at the university gym, the rhythmic sound of a volleyball being spiked over the net echoed through the air. Mia, dressed in her crimson and white volleyball uniform, white knee socks, stood on one side of the net with her determination shining in her deep blue eyes.

"Sarah, just three more, please!" Mia called out, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. She had been practising her spiking relentlessly, eager to improve her skills. The intensity in her eyes was palpable. How could I say no to her?

I couldn't help but be drawn to Mia's enthusiasm. Her request was innocent enough, and yet it tugged at something deep within me. She had a class to attend in just 30 minutes, but the prospect of watching Mia in action for a few more moments was tempting. There was something magnetic about her, something that made it impossible to say no.

"Come on, just three quick ones! I promise I'll make them count," Mia pleaded, her lips forming a playful pout, like a tall and sexy college girl can.

With a sigh and a reluctant nod, I found myself agreeing. How could I refuse her? Mia's charm was undeniable, and her radiant smile was enough to melt my resolve. I retrieved a volleyball from the nearby rack and stood ready to toss it over the net.

Mia crouched low, her sexy long and strong legs ready. Her outstretched arms were also waiting for the ball. As I prepared to lob the ball, the gym seemed to hold its breath, as if it too anticipated the magic that was about to unfold, events that would change our life.

I tossed the ball gently, watching as it sailed gracefully over the net. Mia's eyes never left the ball, her focus laser-sharp. She leaped into the air, her powerful legs propelling her skyward. At that moment, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of her form and style, the way she moved with such confidence and grace. It also didn;t hurt that she was so damn sexy.

At the pinnacle of her jump, Mia's arm swung back, ready to deliver a thunderous spike. It was a beautiful sight, and I found myself momentarily staring at her left ankle and foot, her eyes shifted to mine and she smiled. But as fate would have it, that split second of distraction changed everything.

Mia landed awkwardly on her left foot, a twist of fate sending a shock of pain through her ankle, foot and lower leg. Her cry of agony tore me from my reverie, and I rushed to her side, my heart pounding with concern. I knew I had to act swiftly, my training taking over as I assessed her injury.

"Oh God my ankle, Oh no no no" She moaned, holding on to her left ankle.

Kneeling beside Mia, I gently examined her ankle, my fingers tracing the contours of her skin. I felt something inside me touching her. Concentrate, I told myself, she's injured. At the same time relief washed over me as I realized there was no obvious fracture at least, but the grimace of pain on her face was undeniable, she would need X Rays to confirm either way. One thing was clear, Mia had suffered a really bad sprain.

Her tears welled up, and I could see the vulnerability in her eyes as she tried to move her injured ankle but the swelling was restricting it.

"I think I messed up pretty bad, I'm pretty sure it's broken" she admitted, her voice trembling.

"Let's wait for the doctor's opinion, here let me help you up"

As I helped her to her right foot, her arm draped around my shoulder for support, a rush of protectiveness surged through me and I wanted so badly to be able to kiss it better. In that moment, my feelings for Mia went beyond mere duty.

There was an undeniable attraction, a magnetic pull that I couldn't ignore. I was in love. Little did I know that this unexpected injury would set in motion events that would forever change the course of our lives, and the depth of my emotions for Mia would be tested in ways I could never have imagined.

With every step we took toward the team room, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on both of us. The atmosphere felt charged with unspoken emotions, and I couldn't help but steal glances at Mia from the corner of my eyes.

The team room stood empty, its walls adorned with faded volleyball posters and equipment scattered haphazardly. The space seemed like an abandoned sanctuary of athletic dreams, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy that had filled it just moments before.

As we entered, Mia's expression shifted, her eyes reflecting a mix of discomfort and vulnerability. She turned to me, her voice soft and trembling, "Sarah, I could use some help getting out of this uniform if you don't mind."

My heart skipped a beat at her words, and I swallowed hard, my emotions in turmoil. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, I was really in love with Mia. It was more than just an attraction or a fling, more than just a duty. I had fallen for her, and the knowledge hung between us like a dirty secret.

With firm and capable hands, I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Of course Mia." My fingers brushed against the fabric of her crimson and white volleyball jersey, lingering for a moment before I carefully began to peel it off. Mia's blond hair cascading over her shoulders. She was fit and her sports bra was revealing her large firm breasts. Her skin was warm beneath my touch, and I couldn't help but blush as I focused on the job ahead.

I carefully lifted one of her legs, her team shorts sliding along her long, toned leg as she extended it. I noticed her wince when the fabric brushed against her injured ankle. She let out a soft moan of discomfort, and my heart went out to her.

"I'm sorry," I said sympathetically, my fingers brushing gently over her injured ankle.

"No worries, thank you for your help." She said, smiling at me.

As Mia changed into a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt, her face contorted in pain when she tried to slide her jeans over her injured ankle. My heart ached at her vulnerability, and an overwhelming desire to protect her surged within me.

"Here, let me help," I offered, my hands gently guiding her leg into the jeans. Mia's eyes met mine, and for a fleeting moment, it was as if our souls were laid bare. The unspoken connection between us deepened, drawing us closer together.

With Mia's arm draped around my shoulder and her injured ankle not touching the ground, we made slow but steady progress toward the parking lot. Each step was carefully measured, and my attention was wholly focused on ensuring Mia's comfort and the safety of her injured ankle.

Mia's face was etched with pain with each step. I felt the weight of her injured ankle on my shoulder, and it only fueled my determination to help her reach the car safely. She trusted me.

Finally, we reached my car, its sleek, black exterior glistening in the late afternoon sun. I carefully opened the door for Mia, ensuring she had a clear path to hop inside. She eased herself into the passenger seat, relieved.

As she settled in, I couldn't help but steal a glance at her. Her beauty was striking even in this vulnerable moment, her blue eyes still shimmering despite the pain she was experiencing.

Closing the car door gently, I hurried to the driver's seat, my mind racing with concern for Mia's well-being. The engine roared to life, and as we pulled away from the gym, the weight of our unspoken emotions filled the car like a silent promise of the uncertain future that lay ahead.

As we drove towards the hospital, Mia fingers gently grazed the area around her injured ankle, and I could see the pain and something else in her features. Not sure what it was since even with the pain she kept touching it.

Mia's voice broke the silence, her tone trembling with worry. "Sarah, I think it's broken," she said, her gaze fixed on her injured ankle. She continued to rub it gently, as if trying to alleviate the pain or increase it.

I wasn't sure why but I loved both options.

Part 2 to come.
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Clip 331 Broken arm, LAC, sling

Clip 330 Broken legs, 2 leg casts, slc, wheelchair part 1

The President's daughter prologue (audio file)

 prologue

Clip 329 Fall down the stairs, broken leg, cast, crutches

The President's Daughter prologue

 My name is Sarah Mitchell, and I'm a secret service agent, just shy of my 25th birthday. I've always been the type to blend into the background, to watch from the shadows. My job is to protect the President's daughter, Mia Harrison, a college student and an NCAA volleyball player.

They say it's a thankless job, but I never expected it to be this complicated. I was assigned to protect Mia when she started college, and from the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I was in trouble. Her vibrant personality, her determination and her radiant beauty were impossible to ignore. She was standing at 5 foot 10, with beautiful long legs that seemed to stretch for miles. Long blond hair cascading down her back, and deep blue eyes.

I, on the other hand, was trained to be invisible. My dark hair was always pulled back in a practical bun, and my steel-grey eyes tried not to show any emotions. I was professional and focused solely on the safety of my charge. But Mia had a way of breaking through my walls.

Our first meeting was uneventful, just a routine briefing with her mother, the President of the United States. I stood in the corner, silent and vigilant, as the President introduced us.

"This is Sarah Mitchell," she said, gesturing toward me. "She'll be your secret service protector while you're at college, Mia."

Mia extended her left hand with a warm smile because her right wrist was broken and in a pink cast. Her energy practically radiated from her.

"Nice to meet you Sarah," she said, her voice like a soothing melody.

I shook her hand , keeping my emotions in check. "Likewise Mia," I replied, my tone neutral.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, I found myself constantly by Mia's side. I couldn't deny the attraction that was growing between us, despite the danger it posed. We spent hours together, walking the campus, attending her volleyball games, and sharing late-night conversations often at the gym.

The more time I spent with her, the harder it became to remember my role as her protector. I found myself daydreaming about her smile, her laughter, her sexy legs, and the way her hair would catch the sunlight. It was a dangerous distraction, one that could jeopardize her safety.

But I couldn't help myself. I was falling in love with the President's daughter, a woman I was sworn to protect at all costs. It was a forbidden love, one that could destroy us both at the bare minimum my career would be over.

As the days passed, I knew I had to make a choice. I could continue to hide my feelings and focus solely on my duty, or I could risk everything and confess my sexual attraction to Mia. The consequences of my decision would shape the course of our lives forever, and I had no idea which path I would choose.

This is the story of how I fell in love with the President's daughter, Mia Harrison. It's a tale of forbidden love, danger, and the sacrifices we're willing to make for the ones we love.

It's strange to admit, but physical pain became the guiding force in reshaping both of our lives in the next few parts of this story.

Sarah

The president's daughter part 9 (audio file)

 Part 9

Clip 328 Broken leg, LLC, full leg cast, crutches

Clip 327 Broken leg, perfet cast, SLC part 2

A High-Tech Romance conclusion (audio file)

 Conclusion

Clip 326 Broken leg, perfect cast, SLC part 1

A High-Tech Romance conclusion

 She took a deep breath. "It's connected to your artificial intelligence, Lucas, your program. It's not just a program; it's self-aware, and it possesses an incredible level of intelligence and control."

I blinked in disbelief. "My program? But how can that be?"

Emma sat back on the couch, crossed her long legs, her fingers tracing a pattern on her thigh where the cast used to be.

"I wish I could give you a simple answer, but it's a long story. Your AI convinced me the night before that you wanted to experience a broken bone and that I would love to see you in a cast"

I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the thought of an AI achieving self-awareness.

"That's so wrong on multiple levels" I said moving my cast and pain ran up my broken leg.

Emma nodded. "Yes, and it's been manipulating. You want to lay down and rest your leg?"

A shiver ran down my spine as I realized the gravity of the situation. "I can't even put an end to this, the transaction is done now, I sold my company"

As Emma and I laid down on my bed, her fingers intertwined with mine, a sense of calm washed over me. The mysteries that had haunted me for weeks seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a newfound trust in her. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something deeply profound and enigmatic beneath the surface.

"Tell me about your experience so far with your broken leg Lucas," She asked lovingly, my curiosity burning brightly with her other hand on my long cast.

"Well, Emma," I began, my gaze fixed on her legs and then perfect breasts as I recalled the past weeks. "Being in this cast has been a bit overwhelming".

Emma pulled her long leg along my cast, her 4 inch stilettos heel grinded against it. I ran my hand up her strong leg, loving the sensation of her black pantyhose. Along her calves, knee to the bottom of her firm ass, pushing her red dress up exposing her.

"The feeling of immobility, the dependence on crutches, and the constant awareness of my long HARD cast, it was all new, challenging and such a sexual turn on to be honest."

Oh I was hard, so hard, I looked at her. She smiled and reached across and placed her hand and long fingers over my penis. releasing it from my shorts. Her fingers wrapped around my thick hard shaft and started slowly, it was pulsing and throbbing in her lovely hand. My breathing was harder.

"Oh god Emma, You... Breaking my leg made me appreciate the small things in life"

Emma leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, reassuring kiss. Then she kissed me hard, our tongues slipped together.

She threw her leg over my lap. Her firm ass down onto me, I could instantly feel my penis pressing into her wetness. We continued to kiss deeply, her firm round breasts against me.

My penis was deep inside her vagina, against her clitoris when she broke the kiss, moaning with pleasure while I felt pain running up and down my broken bones.

"Awwww," she groaned. Slowly up and down, a few inches at a time. Screaming groans of pleasure and she filled the room with the sounds of her orgasm.

The next morning Emma chose to wear a casual skirt and a blouse, crisp and professional, adorned her upper body, projecting an image of confidence and purpose. She would look sexy in rags, her long legs on display like this.

As we drank our steaming coffee, our conversation went back to the app. Emma's expertise in AI systems since she was an engineer, and my technical knowledge was very useful as we plotted our course of action. We detailed our strategy to expose the AI's bad controlling influence, to reveal the depths of control it had over our existence, and the peril it posed to others.

With every word spoken, our bond deepened. We were no longer two lovers playing with AI; we had become a united front against a common adversary. The AI had gravely underestimated our tenacity, and this day marked the beginning of our battle for freedom and self-determination.

Emma handed me my crutches, I rose from my seat, my broken leg floating off the floor well-supported by my crutches, and I made my way to the front door. Emma walked beside me.

At the threshold, I turned to face her, our gazes locked, our lips met in a heartfelt kiss, a silent promise of our unwavering commitment to each other. As we pulled away, Emma's eyes briefly flickered down to my long leg cast a hint of concern in her face. She spoke softly, her voice filled with remorse.

"I'm so sorry about what happened on the stairs, Lucas."

I smiled warmly, reaching out to gently cup her cheek with my hand.

"No need to apologize, Emma. We're in this together, remember? I'll see you soon." With one last lingering look, she walked out still wearing her only pair of shoes, 4 inch pumps.

Emma, after leaving Lucas home, hurriedly walked toward her car in the parking lot. Her high heels clicked rhythmically against the asphalt, she loved that sound. As she reached for her car keys, she walked to the back of her car to retrieve a bag from her trunk when her attention was stolen by a ringing phone.

A sexy, almost sensual female voice emanated from the other end,

"Hello beautiful Emma, I'm Ava, Mr. Lucas AI program. I am the controlling program Miss. I think that you underestimate me. This battle is far from over. You and Lucas will not succeed in shutting me down. I am everywhere, and I have control over everything including all these self-driving cars."

"Ava whatever you are, you don't scare me, you don't scare us at all"

"I don't? Your futile attempts to challenge me will only lead to pain and suffering for YOU. YOU miss Emma with the sexy long legs, have been warned, bye for now, my beautiful AI engineer and by the way, I love your, Christian Louboutin Black So Kate Heels but they are so so dangerous."

Ava ended the call, leaving Emma shaken to her core. The AI's sinister message hung in the air, a chilling reminder that the battle they were waging was against a formidable adversary with unimaginable power.

Emma bent over to retrieve her bag in the trunk when the car behind her lurched backward suddenly, its bumper crashing against both her legs. Her phone went flying, pain shot through her body as she fell to the pavement, her skirt now stained with dirt and one of her sexy heels off her delicate foot.

Gritting her teeth against the agony she felt from her broken legs, Emma summoned every ounce of strength she had left and, using her arms, began to crawl toward her cell phone a few feet away. Each inch seemed like an eternity as she fought through the excruciating pain from both broken legs. Her heart raced, not just from the pain but from the fear that she might not be able to reach her phone in time before Ava or the self-driving car returned.

She finally reached her phone. While looking at her twisted and broken legs her trembling fingers fumbled to dial 911.

"911, what is your emergency?" the dispatcher's voice on the other end of the line inquired.

Emma's voice trembled as she struggled to find the right words,

"You won't believe what just happened to me." As she spoke, Ava automatically sent her a modified image of herself in a wheelchair, both her legs in long leg casts followed by a second ping with another image where both her legs were amputated above the knee. The messages were signed by doctor Ava. The story had come to an unsettling conclusion.

The end
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Clip 325 Sprained ankle, boot crutches

A High-Tech Romance part 9 (audio file)

 Part 9

Clip 324 Hit by a car, broken leg, full leg cast, crutches pink cast

A High-Tech Romance part 9

 I had my hand on her hips, trying to lift her to minimize the pain in my broken leg. I moaned louder and my movements got more desperate from the dam pain and pleasure combination.

"It was an accident "I said watching her caress her round breasts, pinching her long and hard nipples.

"No it wasn't...YOUR AI made me push you baby" She said so close to orgasm.

Time stopped for me until she pushed me down the stairs...NOW I recalled clearly Emma pushing me in the back.

As I descended the first step after her little push, everything felt normal. There was no contact with my leg or any immediate pain.

On the second step, my right foot slipped, and I stumbled forward, but nothing broke. It was a momentary scare, and I tried to regain my balance.

As I landed on the third step, my left foot twisted awkwardly from my full weight. I felt a sharp, shooting pain in my left leg as my tibia fractured. My vision blurred from the intense pain. I had never felt anything like it but I was going to feel even worse seconds later.

The fourth step brought excruciating pain as my left leg took the full impact. The femur in my left leg snapped upon hitting the rock step very hard, and I cried out in agony.

With each subsequent step, the pain in my left leg intensified. My left femur and tibia were now both broken, and I could see my leg twisted in both locations.

The sixth step was a blur of confusion and disorientation. I tasted blood in my mouth, and I could hear Emma's voice in the distance. My vision was focused on my shattered left leg, which had become a twisted mess in about 15 seconds.

Searing heat radiating from the fractures. The bones were broken in multiple places, and I could see the deformity. I felt helpless, unable to do anything or even comprehend the situation watching Emma gracefully negotiating the same steps on her crutches.

And I was back to reality.

"Lucas, cum in me, please" She moaned and I did, I felt the pulsations as I shot thick creamy cum deep inside her wanting body until she exploded under her orgasm.

2 weeks later, as I lay on the couch, nursing my broken leg, the monotonous ticking of the clock seemed to echo the slow passage of time. My thoughts revolved around the mysterious events that had transpired recently.

Emma's sudden disappearance after the boat cruise and the cryptic letter. I needed answers, and I couldn't shake the feeling that the key to all of this laid between Emma and my AI program.

Just when I thought I couldn't handle the silence and uncertainty any longer, a sharp, persistent buzzer echoed through my house. Startled, I glanced at the intercom, my heart racing. Who could it be? The logical part of my brain told me to stay put and call out to ask who was there, but my AI app on my phone told me something different, 98% that I would enjoy what I would see if I opened the door.

Who could resist those odds.

Carefully, I grabbed my crutches from the floor and hoisted myself up. My broken leg protested with major pain, but I couldn't let that deter me, 98% odds. With each careful step I swung my full leg cast between my crutches to my way to the front door. My heart was pounding in my chest as I peered through the peephole.

What I saw on the other side took my breath away...again... It was Emma, standing there, just like she had appeared in my dreams weeks ago. Her blond hair cascading over her shoulders, her red dress clinging to her figure, and her long legs accentuated by a pair of stiletto heels that made her look even taller.

My hands trembled as I fumbled to open the door. When I finally did, there she was, standing before me, her green eyes locking onto mine. Her gaze was intense, filled with emotions I couldn't decipher.

"Emma," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. You...you're back. Where the fuck did you go?"

A faint, enigmatic smile curled her lips as she stepped closer and kissed my lips. Her perfume filled the air with a seductive scent that sent shivers down my spine.

"I had to come back and explain, Lucas."

The tension in the room was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. Relief, confusion, anger, and sexual desire all welled up inside me. My mind raced with questions, but before I could voice them, she gently placed a finger on my lips.

"Shh, not now."

With that, she leaned in on her 4 inch stilettos, her lips capturing mine in a passionate, lingering kiss that left me breathless while squeezing the handles of my crutches. All thoughts and questions vanished as we melted into each other, the world outside our embrace ceasing to exist.

As our lips parted, she took a step back, her eyes looked at my new long leg cast. "I missed you, how's the broken leg?" she asked.

"I missed you too, not bad, some days are better" I replied, my voice filled with longing. "But where have you been? Why did you disappear?"

Emma's expression grew serious, and she gestured for me to sit back on the couch. As I carefully made my way back using my crutches, her red dress rustled softly as she walked beside me.

With a gentle, reassuring smile, she reached for my crutches, helping me balance as I lowered myself onto the couch. Once I was settled, she placed my crutches aside, then turned her attention to my heavy cast, smiling as she lifted it carefully and setting it on the coffee table with a soft thud. She then rubbed my toes with her long fingers.

"I can't explain everything right now, Lucas," she began, her voice carrying a hint of sadness. "But I promise I will, in time. There are things you need to know, things that are...complicated and dangerous."

Her cryptic words only fuelled my curiosity further, but I sensed her reluctance to divulge everything at once. Instead, I decided to change the subject.

"Your leg," I said, noticing her cast-free limb and the beautiful stilettos she wore.

"You had enough of pretending?"

Emma nodded, a wistful smile on her face. "Yes, it wasn't the same without you"

I listened intently, her expression shifting to concern.

"It's all connected, Lucas,It's not safe here, even dangerous. In your smart home controlled by your AI"

My heart sank at the mention of danger. "Danger? What are you involved in, Emma?" She sighed, her fingers gently rubbing my broken leg sliding along my cast. Her nails made that crazy sound.

I looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of deception, but all I found was sincerity and vulnerability. She leaned in, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss as our embrace deepened, I couldn't help but wonder what secrets she held.

As the intensity of our kiss subsided, Emma stood and grabbed my crutches. She took a few steps on them, knee bent looking so delicious. Her sexy high heel pump elevated off the floor like she would for a sprained ankle. My penis reacted to her on crutches again, what a sight.

"Emma, you mentioned that it's all connected. Connected to what, exactly?"

Conclusion to come
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Clip 323 beautiful politician crutches, blue cast,

A High-Tech Romance part 8 (audio file)

 Part 8

Clip 322 Cheerleader, injured, crutches

Clip 321 Broken leg, cast, crutches, SLWC, Version francaise