Help me chapter 4

 Help me...

Chapter 4

She gracefully removed my leg brace, revealing my left leg. The anticipation and excitement filled the room as Bella prepared the materials for my leg cast. She started by carefully applying a layer of soft, cotton padding to my leg. The gentle touch of the padding created a very nice sensation, ensuring comfort.

"I want to make sure it feels snug and secure," She explained, her hands moving with expertise.

Next, she retrieved a roll of fiberglass casting material and submerged it in warm water. The material absorbed the water, activating its moldable properties. Bella described every move, her words creating a vivid picture of the process.

With the wet casting material in hand, she began wrapping it around my leg. The wet fibers conformed to the contours of my leg. Each layer added to the strength of the cast, and I marveled at her dexterity.

As she continued, she made sure that every layer was perfectly smooth and fitted perfectly. She stepped back to inspect the finished product, and the vibrant red cast covered my whole leg. She caressed the length of the cast.

"Miriam, you look absolutely stunning. This cast not only adds a touch of adventure but also individuality. Now, let's choose the perfect outfit to complement this bold statement."

As Bella gently rolled the pantyhose up my leg, I watched the fabric embracing the curves of my red cast and healthy leg. The contrast of the smooth pantyhose against the textured surface of the cast created a unique blend of sophistication. Bella's attention to detail turned a simple act into a moment of self-expression.

Once the pantyhose were in place, she moved on to selecting a stylish outfit to complement my recently "broken leg". She carefully chose a lovely professional looking dress, ensuring every detail aligned seamlessly.

"Now, Miriam, let's complete the look with a pair of stylish crutches," Bella suggested, presenting me with a set that perfectly matched the overall aesthetic. "These red underarm crutches will not only provide the support you need but also add a touch of flair to your walk."

As she handed me the crutches, I felt a sense of gratitude for her guidance, no longer afraid of her even if I should be. With each step, the vibrant red cast, the elegant pantyhose, and the stylish crutches became not just accessories but strong symbols

"I've been wearing a brace for so long that I've gotten used to it and it's basically a part of me now. But this cast, you're right, it does feel different. It feels amazing."

Bella smiled looking at me.

"I'll be walking around with that colorful cast and matching crutches. As if everyone will not already be staring."

"But maybe that's the goal, anyway. If everyone is looking at me and asking themselves what happened, I can just shrug it off and remember I'm here to get my vice principal job, all while showing off this fabulous cast and crutches. It's the perfect distraction!"

I took hold of my crutches and moved gracefully in front of the mirror. Standing tall on my right foot, the three-inch high-heeled pump gave me a sense of confidence with each step swinging my red cast through my crutches. My gaze went from top to bottom, and I couldn't help but appreciate the unique ensemble that Bella had meticulously crafted.

Starting with the cast, I think it was perfect the way it wrapped my left leg. The long red cast not only provided necessary support but also became a striking focal point, setting off an elegant vibe throughout the entire outfit.

Moving up to my professional looking dress that complemented the cast perfectly, it flowed gracefully with each step on my crutches. Finally, my hair pulled back in a bun accentuated my facial features allowing every detail to shine. As I stood before the mirror, the reflection painted a picture of a woman embracing her uniqueness...with an unexpected twist.

Ready to face the day's challenges, I glanced at my reflection with a sense of determination. That's when Bella voiced a suggestion that carried an unexpected twist.

"Miriam, how about I drive you to the school today?"

I paused, considering the proposal. "It's kind of you to offer, but I usually take the bus or a Uber. It's more convenient, and I don't want to trouble you."

Bella's response was swift, "Oh, it's no trouble at all."

I couldn't help but smile and at the same time I felt totally controlled by her. "You really think of everything, don't you?"

"Well, of course! It's all part of ensuring you have the most remarkable experience," she replied with a scary looking wink.

"Alright, Bella. Let's turn today's commute into another first. I'll take you up on your offer."

Little did I know that this unexpected twist would add a new layer to this AI adventure. Bella had her reasons.

Once at the school with her help I got out of the car standing on my right foot, "here are your crutches," she handed them to me, I positioned them under my arms and I was ready to make my way to the private meeting at school.

The school building loomed ahead, quiet being a Saturday. I approached the entrance slowly on my crutches, I couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected twists of the last few days.

Entering the school building, I moved with purpose towards the location of the private meeting. I loved this unfamiliar clink of my crutches against the floor in the corridor. I was ready to face the challenges and yet I forgot one important detail and wasn't aware of another.

As I made my way through the school corridors, I wasn't aware that Bella, my advanced AI specialist, utilized cutting-edge technology to discreetly track my movements and was using camera feeds inserted in my leg cast and dress. These feeds seamlessly transmitted real-time video and audio to her sophisticated system. It was very freaky

And the important detail I forgot hit me right in the face when principal Jarvis came to me and said

"Miriam, how did you break your leg, you poor thing?" he asked, staring at my sexy red cast.

Thinking on my feet, I had to come up with a fictional story with a touch of drama.

"Well, Principal, it's a bit embarrassing, really. You know how life surprises us. Last friday, I was attempting to climb a step ladder to reach something, and, well, things took an unexpected turn."

I moved slightly on my crutches giving him a complete view of my new accessory. Elaborating on the mishap. "The ladder wobbled, and before I knew it, I lost my footing. I came tumbling down, and in the process, my left leg got caught. It was quite a mess. Ended up breaking my leg brace and, well, my leg in three places."

The principal expressed genuine concern. "Oh dear, that sounds so painful."

With the principal's help, I gracefully settled into a chair at the front of the table, the vibrant red cast and crutches were becoming a focal point of the room. Seated around the table were three men, no woman and each with a distinct presence.

Principal Jarvis was a middle-aged man with a warm demeanor, he displayed a genuine concern for the well-being of the students and staff and I felt he was on my side.

Little did I know that the other 2 men...

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Clip 419 Broken leg, cast, crutches, SLC

Clip 418, Rider falls and breaks her arm, cast, SAC

Help me...part 3

 Help me...

Chapter 3

"Have you ever considered experimenting with something uniquely different, sensual and oh so sexy? Perhaps something like a long leg cast and crutches?"

Her fingers were burning against my clitoris when the orgasm started shaking my whole body she added casually...

"I could even break your leg if you asked me"

The suggestion hung in the air, surprising and scaring me. Ignoring the breaking part I said "A leg cast and crutches?" contemplating the unexpected proposal.

"Yes," Bella responded, her voice carrying a gentle enthusiasm.

"Do you remember the movie Just the Way You Are with Kristy Mcnichol. Her cast was awful and she didn't use crutches but you would."

I did remember that old movie, she was such a beautiful actress.

"It's not just a fashion choice; Imagine the way a sexy long red cast and crutches could accentuate your uniqueness."

While very unconventional, the idea sparked a curiosity within me. However, I hesitated for a moment, uncertain of how such accessories would align with my personal and professional life. I was a teacher after all. Again she read my mind.

"To help you envision this," Bella continued, "let me show you, look at your big screen"

I was shown in a wide range of casts and crutches on the large screen, each one unique in its design and purpose. Bella removed my leg brace and carefully touched my left leg, and I could see the different casts and crutches move across my peripheral vision in a flowing, graceful motion while I stared at her long fingers on my leg.

Could she really break my leg? I wondered.

"Yes I could, she said..."easily." It was so wild that she could read my mind like this.

She explained how each type of cast was suitable for different purposes and occasions. Some were meant for style and beauty, while others provided protection and stability. She also pointed out the features of each cast.

"Because you need a leg brace at all times on your sexy but crippled leg, just imagine you in a full leg red cast, slightly bent at the knee,"

Bella whispered quietly, as she had both her hands on my leg...sliding down from my knee to my foot while on the screen I appeared in front of my class on stylish red crutches and wearing a long leg cast on my left leg.

She looked at me lovingly, leaned over my leg, never letting go of my foot and kissed my lips. Then she explained how it would match perfectly with my condition. She went on to describe in sensual, loving detail how the new modern casting material would cling effortlessly to my leg and follow the curves of my long and sexy leg to perfection.

It would provide me with stability and protection, but at the same time, it would also be a strong statement about my new style and personality.

As she took me into her loving embrace, I could feel the heat from her kisses and the excitement from her words. She whispered gently in my ear, her soft breath brushing against my cheek. Her touch was so tender and warm, making my entire body tremble with pleasure.

She traced the shape of my left leg with her finger, caressing every inch of it with an expert touch.

"Imagine what it would be like to be in a full leg cast Miriam, unable to move your foot, bend your knee," Bella said softly, her voice dripping with desire.

"I would wrap the casting material around your leg like a second skin, protecting and supporting it. It would hug every curve, bringing out the natural femininity of your entire leg. The cast would be your own personal shield, keeping your crippled leg a mystery and letting everyone see just how sexy and powerful you are."

I was breathing her every word, she held my leg tighter, scaring me and then leaned close to me. "It will be so smooth and sensual. The beauty of the cast and crutches in your life, the way the cast will flow along with every natural movement of your body on your crutches. It will be a sensation like no other."

I was staring at her lips, her deep blue eyes, she smiled as she gently twisted my ankle, while caressing it with a loving touch. Her touch was so gentle and firm in total control, making me a sexy submissive. I was so turned on with the possibilities when she leaned over me and whispered into my ear...I moaned from the light pain I started to feel in my ankle.

"This sexy first cast of yours could be both a medical or a recreational one."

"Your situation is special, you already need to wear a brace at all times, so a cast would be a natural extension of that," Bella explained, as she bent down, kissed and licked my ankle and foot.

"What would your preference be?" I asked.

"Of course" She bent my foot inward and almost passed the no return where ligaments and eventually bones would give up, I closed my eyes in anticipation...

"You know what I want to do, it would be incredibly sexy. You would look so elegant in that medical red cast and your crutches would be a perfect compliment."

Bella's hands move further up my leg, making slow, deliberate movements to touch me. She rubbed her fingers along the back of my calf and thigh in a teasing touch. I could feel her breath, hot and passionate, against my neck. She whispered in a seductive tone, making her words flow over my skin like an erotic dream.

"Imagine that I was wrapping this red cast around you right now,"

My body tingles with anticipation and excitement. She was exploring the length of my leg with just her fingers, gently rubbing and caressing all around the back and sides of my leg.

"Imagine how I would roll the cast up your leg ever so slowly, teasing you with the pleasure that it would provide as I moved up higher and higher inches from your wet vagina"

"Oh god..." I moaned, she had her fingers inside me again, 1-2-3 I lost count.

"I know you're a little scared about the pain, don't worry, I'll be gentle. I'm not going to break your ankle this time" Bella whispered soothingly rubbing my clitoris at the same time.

"I trust you completely, Bella," I knew I shouldn't have said that, just a few minutes ago she was inches from breaking my ankle.

"Your crippled leg is mine to explore, I can take it as far as I like, I want you to feel every inch of the cast against your sexy long leg."

I shook from pure pleasure, this scary scary phrase was the most sensual thing I've ever heard said to me, and yet I wanted to please her so badly."

I remembered when this morning I asked...
"So, what are the quirks we're talking about here? Are they dangerous, are you dangerous Bella?"

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Clip 417 Broken leg, perfect cast, beautiful woman

Clip 416 Sprained ankle, then broken leg, cast, crutches part 3

Help me chapter 2

Help me...
Chapter 2

I placed the order clearly without knowing at the time the consequence of my action physically, emotionally and sexually. Some people would pay with broken limbs and others with their life from the choice I made.

To my amazement, the delivery was scheduled within the next four hours. The efficiency of the service astounded me, it seemed that the future had truly arrived at my doorstep. As the clock ticked away, I couldn't help but imagine the arrival of this unique AI assistant. Would she truly embody the sophistication and style that Bella's virtual projections promised?

The possibilities danced in my mind, creating anticipation until the doorbell finally rang, I grabbed my walking stick, locked my brace into place and kinda rushed to answer, and there she stood...My AI wardrobe specialist, a vision of modern elegance and technology. With her perfectly tailored dress, strikingly human-like features, and an air of intelligence and sexiness, she looked like a girlfriend for all occasions.

"Hello, Miriam, so nice to meet you in person I'm at your service," she greeted with a courteous nod then a kiss on my cheek, she had totally captured my attention online. But in person I couldn't help but be captivated by the seamless blend of technology and humanity standing before me.

It was as if Bella had stepped out of the virtual realm and into my life.

"Welcome, and thank you for the speedy delivery," I responded, not sure what to say, feeling strangely nervous in her presence. It was surreal to see her in the flesh, well do we call it flesh? Fake AI flesh? a testament to the advancements in artificial intelligence the ad said.

With a gentle smile she asked for permission and walked into my walking closet. She began to showcase her capabilities right away. She effortlessly analyzed my existing wardrobe, providing insights into potential combinations, styles, deletion and replacements. The synergy between her virtual world attached to a quantum computer and my real-world suggestions created a seamless fashion experience for me.

I realized that this wasn't just about clothing; it was about the intersection of technology, personal expression and life companion. Bella, my AI wardrobe specialist, would become more than just a virtual assistant, she would be a companion in my life.

An uneasy feeling lingered beneath the surface. The quirks in Bella's beta version, though possibly charming in their own way, whispered of a mysterious and unpredictable side. Bella was about to dive into the depths of my closet once again, but this time, I needed to share a crucial piece of information with her.

"Bella," I began, my voice carrying a blend of anticipation and concern, "I have an important presentation at my school, I'm going for the vice principal job. It's a predominantly male committee, and I want to make a lasting impression. Do you think we can focus on professional attire and accessories that convey confidence and distract from my crippled leg?"

Bella, always attentive to my needs, acknowledged the significance of the upcoming presentation.

"Absolutely, Miriam. Your professional success is of utmost importance. Let's choose outfits that show both professionalism and confidence."

I was disappointed in her answer, it sounded too...official...standard answer. She meticulously categorized each garment, considering styles, colours, and textures that would align seamlessly with a professional setting.

"I've taken the liberty of grouping your items to emphasize your elegance and beauty," Bella explained, her blue eyes reflecting a genuine desire to assist. "Now, let's explore combinations that will leave a lasting impact on your audience."

Again Bella suggested tailored suits, elegant dresses, and polished accessories. Her insights into colour coordination and style demonstrated a keen understanding of both fashion and professional etiquette.

"Miriam, she interjected with a gentle enthusiasm, "both your long legs are a remarkable feature, and we can leverage them to create a powerful yet sophisticated presence. Let's explore ways to accentuate your crippled leg instead of hiding it."

That was a new approach and I loved it. I appreciated her attention to detail, I nodded, intrigued by the idea of using my crippled leg as a unique asset. She suggested a sophisticated pencil skirt in a deep burgundy, paired with a crisp white blouse. The fabric of the blouse was chosen for its elegance, comfort and tight fitting against my breasts.

Then a new tactics experience when she gently adjusted the pantyhose, her long, graceful fingers moving with precision. The fabric glided over my skin, her fingers a perfect sexual tease. Her blue eyes met mine, and she smiled.

Bella didn't stop there, she moved towards my left leg brace, her long fingers showing a dexterity that surpassed most boyfriend I ever had. As she refitted the brace over my long leg, her touch sent waves between my legs.

I was speechless and so wet. She added low heels that provided balance and a delicate necklace that accentuated the neckline of the blouse.

"You look absolutely stunning, Miriam."

I stood and she gave me my cane. I couldn't help but appreciate the intimacy of the moment, realizing that Bella was not just a virtual wardrobe specialist but a potential lover who cared about the details that mattered. She then leaned over and kissed me.

I felt the heat from her kiss on my cheeks, from her soft lips just inches away from mine. My heart was racing as I tried to take in every sensation. She began gently caressing my face and breasts. The soft touch of her fingers felt like an electric shock on my erect nipples. I laid down on the bed.

She ran her hands up my right leg, gently rubbing my strong calf and thigh.I felt her touch against my pantyhose, so soft and delicate, making my body erupt and moans escaping my lips as she rubbed my right leg, I could feel the heat from her hands and the sensation of her fingertips sliding along my skin was an exhilarating experience.

While my hand slid inside my pantyhose, she switched to rubbing my crippled leg, I could see her touch my long leg brace. The gentle pressure of her fingers made my body shudder with excitement, I was close. I wanted her to continue, to explore every inch of my crippled leg as she touched and rubbed it.

She forcefully removed my hand and slid her own fingers inside me. I shuddered and trembled with sexual pleasure. The warmth from her touch on my clitoris and the pressure of her fingers through the brace was an experience that I couldn't get enough of.

I wanted more, to feel every inch of my crippled leg as it was rubbed and caressed by her skilful fingers. She leaned over me and whispered in my ear...

"Have you ever considered experimenting with something uniquely different, sensual and oh so sexy? Perhaps something like a long leg cast and crutches?"

Her fingers were burning against my clitoris when the orgasm started shaking my whole body she added casually...

"I could even break your leg if you asked me"

OMG, Help me...
Chapter 3 to come

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Clip 415 Sprained ankle, then broken leg, cast, crutches part 2

Clip 414 Sprained ankle, then broken leg, cast, crutches part 1

Help me... chapter 1

 Help me...

Chapter 1

As I lay on my bed after a long day teaching at Immaculate private school, I was reading a classic, Isaac Asimov's classic "I, Robot,". My mind began to drift into a world of possibilities. Imagine a personalized robot, not just a machine, but a companion, a friend, a lover, tailored to my every desire. A modern metallic friend who understands my love for fashion, hair, and shoes.

Picture a robot assistant helping me choose the perfect outfits, styling my hair effortlessly, and even organizing my shoe collection based on the pain I felt at that precise moment in my left leg. The future could be a blend of science fiction and personal style, where technology caters to our sexual passions in the most delightful ways.

I wish it were possible. Glancing at my friendly cane beside the bed, reality settled in. I caressed my long legs, acknowledging the limitations of my left leg. Yet, in the world of my imagination, where fashion and futuristic companions merge, the boundaries seemed to blur, if only for a moment.

"Thank god it's Saturday" I woke up and made my coffee the next morning.

Lounging on my couch, I was looking into the endless world of online fashion, the soft glow of my tablet showing 100's of sites. I was a grade 12 French teacher but also a fervent fashion enthusiast, always on the lookout for the next trend. I sought inspiration from the ever changing styles of women's clothes and accessories that would work with a permanent long leg brace on my left leg.

With a touch of theatrics, I was after-all a shopping specialist in my mind, I addressed my online audience of one,

"Hello, beautiful shoppers! Welcome to Miriam's online boutique." I smiled, chatting with my chat-bot Liza, a creation of my own fashion fantasy world. While chatting with Liza, an intriguing advertisement caught my eye.

"Meet Bella, Your Virtual Wardrobe Specialist," it proclaimed in bold letters. Unable to resist the advertisement, I tapped on the ad, entering a virtual showroom of the latest in AI-driven fashion technology. I was casting from my tablet to my 85 inch wall video screen. Yes, I love modern technology

The room was inviting, and there stood Bella, a tall, female, virtual assistant with a charming smile, incredibly long healthy legs and impeccable fashion sense. Her metallic blue eyes seemed to connect with the depths of my fashion desires and so much more to be honest.

"Hello, Miriam! I'm Bella, your virtual wardrobe specialist. Ready to embark on a journey into the world of vibrant self-expression?" Her smooth and sexual voice echoed in my ears.

Unable to suppress a smile, I replied, "Well, hello there, Bella! Ready to dazzle me with your fashion wisdom?" I teased, my fingers tapping on the virtual screen. Bella gestured towards a sleek wardrobe filled with an array of clothing, shoes, and accessories, may I say all kinds of accessories.

"Let's start your fashion adventure, Miriam. Tell me, what style speaks to your soul today?"

Contemplating my mood level on my watch and preferences, I shared with her, "I'm feeling bold and adventurous. How about something that screams vibrant and unique?"

With a sweep of her virtual hand, Bella conjured a dazzling assortment of outfits, each more vibrant than the last. My eyes lit up as I explored the possibilities, envisioning myself in these bold ensembles limping along the corridors of my school. A new look, almost a new me.

"I see your hesitation, the spectrum of possibilities is vast, Miriam. But what if we take it a step further? How about customizing not just your clothes but also choosing the appearance of your virtual wardrobe specialist?" Bella proposed, a hint of excitement in her eyes and full lips.

Intrigued, I raised an eyebrow. "Customizing the appearance of my virtual wardrobe specialist? Now that's a unique idea. Show me what you have in mind, Bella."

The virtual showroom transformed into a realm of options, presenting me with three distinct looks for my virtual wardrobe specialist.

1-The first was a classic and sophisticated virtual appearance,
2-The second was a trendy and virtual casual demeanour,
3-The third was a tall and intelligent wardrobe specialist, a 5 foot 11 inches, tall,athletic looking female expert in the world of fashion and possibly more..

"Choose the look that resonates with you, Miriam. Your wardrobe specialist is here to cater to your unique style preferences," Bella offered, awaiting my decision.

"Wait, is it a mistake that option 3 doesn't say virtual?"

Excitement was building in me as I pondered my choices, with all my attention drawn to option 3. Little did I know that this seemingly simple decision would set a stage that would transcend fashion. There was a long delay before Bella replied. Strange...Hesitation of an AI?

"Miriam, I apologize for the delay," Bella finally responded, her virtual gaze steady. "I wanted to check that I could share some additional information with you. You see, option 3 does indeed involve a physical, human-like AI specialist."

My curiosity piqued, I stood, leaned on my cane while standing, awaiting her explanation.

Bella continued, "Wow Miriam, how tall are you?"

"I'm 5 foot 9 inches, why?"

"SO much potential with your sexy crippled leg....But back to our transaction, The beta version of the physical AI assistant is now available but only in control environment, and I'm pleased to inform you that your environment could be a controlled one"

She probably saw my hesitation since I had no idea what a controlled environment would be so she added...

"It comes with a unique set of features. However, being a beta version, it has its quirks."

"Like what?"

A thoughtful pause lingered before she elaborated further, "While the physical presence offers a more immersive and personalized experience, it's essential to note that it's still in the testing phase. There might be occasional fine-tuning required."

I nodded, appreciating her transparency. "So, what are the quirks we're talking about here? Are they dangerous, are you dangerous Bella?"

Bella chuckled and smiled, a touch of humour in her voice.

"Well, Miriam, look at me, do I look dangerous? Think of it as the charm of a beta version. Sometimes, I might take a moment to cross-reference a wider range of fashion data, ensuring the most accurate and creative suggestions. It's a small trade-off for the enhanced experience of me...in person... Bella with all my charms."

As we conversed, I realized that this decision wasn't merely about choosing a virtual or physical presence; it was about embracing the cutting edge of technology, quirks and all. Modern AI sexy female robot, top of the line for 2030.

With a sense of anticipation, I made my decision, opting for the human-looking AI, a modern-day Ex Machina style of female assistant. There was something intriguing about the idea of a virtual wardrobe specialist taking on a tangible form, blurring the lines between the virtual and the daily reality.

Also...maybe blurring the line from a wardrobe specialist to my lesbian lover. I have such a dirty mind, I'm sorry readers.

Excitement bubbling within me, I placed the order clearly without understanding the consequence of my action physically, emotionally and sexually. Some people would pay with broken limbs and others with their life from the choice I just made.

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Chapter 2 to come
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Clip 413 Broken ankle, cast, crutches, SLC

Clip 412 Skaters injury, broken leg, wheelchair , cast, SLC

Clip 411 Broken ankle cast, crutches

Clip 410 Broken leg, cast, crutches, SLC, part 3

Clip 409 Broken leg, cast, crutches, SLC, part 2

Clip 408 Broken leg, cast, crutches, SLC, part 1

Romance on a train conclusion

 Romance on a train

The conclusion

After getting a call from Emily I was waiting for Jay. As he walked through the front door of our house, I greeted him with a smile that couldn't quite conceal the sexual excitement brewing within me. Leaning on my crutches, right knee bent and pink cast floating off the floor, totally naked, I looked desirable.

To say that there was a unique energy in the air, was an understatement.

"Welcome home, how's the foot?" I said. His eyes widened in surprise looking from my exposed toes, pink cast, perky breasts and lips to my eyes.

Gently he lifted me, crutches and all, and carried me to our bedroom. As he lowered me onto the bed, our lips met in a kiss. We broke apart for a moment and he took my cast in his hand and slowly kissed and licked my exposed toes. The heat from his lips and tongue was warming up my leg and spreading throughout my body.

"How is the pain?" he asked me, smiling, his finger gently massaging my cast.

"It's a bit more painful today." I replied with a small moan.

"I'm sorry he said, but I have to do this," he said, gently spreading my cast and leg apart then leaned in and licked my vagina. His tongue sent shivers of pleasure throughout my body, driving me crazy.

"This looks very serious, you may need a full leg cast" he said with a bit of lust between licks.

"I may have to rush you to the hospital if it gets worse..."

My hands undid his pants and I nervously reached for his hips. The sexual heat began to spread even more. I had never felt such intense pleasure from a touch of his tongues and words and the experience was driving me crazy.

"It could be worse" he replied, placing his long and hard penis, inches from my vagina, giving a reassuring smile. He had a look of love in his eyes. He was in total control, the dripping pre-cum made me want to bite my bottom lip to keep from cumming and crying out in satisfaction.

But the pleasure I felt from Jay cumming into me was overwhelming. I tried to control myself but the orgasm was too intense. I let out a loud moan and yell as my body began to shake with pure sexual pleasure.

Later on that evening I looked into his eyes and whispered, "Jay, I want to show you something extraordinary. Something that's been a part of my world, a world filled with mystery and connection."

Jay listened as I invited him to make me cum again in the Enigma Circle, our sisterhood that went beyond the conventional.

***

Entering the sorority house alone, I was curious and not entirely sure what awaited me in this mysterious place. The soft glow of candlelight guided me into a room where an aura of enigma hung in the air.

There, in the centre of the room, stood a chair and it was surrounded by a large group of captivating women, all in their 40's, each beautiful in their own ways in sexy black cocktail dresses.

The room seemed to pulse with a timeless energy, as if it held the echoes of countless stories and sexual experiences.

Surrounded by these women, I couldn't help but be struck by their sophistication. Their eyes held warmth that welcomed me into the folds of their sisterhood. As I settled into the only available chair, I became acutely aware of the sexual tension in the air. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows all around us.

This was the Enigma Circle where Allison and Emily became one.

***

Dressed in a sleek black cocktail dress exactly the same as my fellow sisters, I entered the room slowly on my crutches. The soft fabric of the dress hugged my tight ass. On my left foot, a stylish 3-inch stiletto pump and my right leg was now in a sleek black full leg cast that was bent at the knee leaving no doubt that it was non weight bearing. I loved how my new cast added an element of drama to my entrance.

The candlelit ambience embraced me as I moved towards Jay, playfulness in my gaze.

"Hello, Jay," I said smiling, my crutches echoing softly against the floor. "Miss me since last night?"

Jay's eyes widened in surprise. "What happened to your leg? And why are you in a full cast now?"

I chuckled, leaning in to kiss him lovingly. "Oh, just a little twist in the tale, darling. But don;t worry, it's all part of the recreational enchantment and it feels amazing to be trapped in this long cast."

He could not keep his eyes off my new sexy accessory, that is, until I retrieved a set of scarves and, in a swift motion, attached Jay's wrists to the chair. His expression shifted from surprise, curiosity to sexual hunger.

"What's this?"

"It's our way of sharing something special," I replied intimately with 25 pairs of eyes looking at us.

"A new kind of sexual bondage that goes beyond the ordinary with all my friends."

As I secured the scarves, the room seemed to hold its breath. Jay's gaze met mine, a silent acknowledgement of the desires that lingered between us, he wanted me so bad in my new cast.

"Now, let's begin," I whispered in his ear, my tongue kissing the lobe then I kissed down his neck, sending shivers throughout his body.

***

My three distinct knocks echoed through the door, and as I opened it, the room welcomed me into its cocoon of secrets like they did so many years ago.

"We have been waiting for you, president Emily," They all said in unison, a soft, sensual, mature and erotic voice.

I was wearing a striking red cocktail dress, I entered on my crutches, each step a deliberate movement within the intimacy of the Enigma Circle and our 25 sisters. His eyes met mine, he was captivated, aroused sexually by everything happening. He stared at my leg, cast, breasts. I was naked like the first time under my dress. I loved the feel of the dress against my skin.

With a smile playing on my lips, I swung forward on my crutches, showcasing the vivid sight of a red full leg cast on my right leg. The room seemed to hold its breath watching me and touching themselves as I moved slowly. Sensuality with every carefully measured step on a 4 inch heel that could roll and snap my ankle anytime.

The weight of his gaze lingered on me, a silent acknowledgement of a unique connection between a sexy woman recreational term caster and her fetishist and lover. My red dress was swaying, moving on my crutches..

From his chair, tied down Jay stared at me at the plunging neckline to my large breasts. I moved closer, my cast came in contact with his leg, while bending over him to kiss him, my right breast slid out of the thin fabric of my red dress, inched from his lips. Allison came to me on her crutches and gently tucked it back inside my dress not before pinching my fully erected nipple.

Pre-cum was showing right away when Allison slid one long finger against the front of his pants and released his fully erected penis.

"So sorry Jay." She apologized, smiling full of sexual innuendos. Then she moved back to her chair. I moved to Jay, dropped my crutches and sat on his lap, pulling at the hem of my red dress, my dripping vagina was inches from his penis.

"Oh god Emily..."

I wiggled my tight ass against him to get closer, his penis was so hard touching my wetness.

***

I was under her spell, under their control trying to free my arms. While humping forward I felt my throbbing penis into her juicy vagina. She then slammed herself against it. She shuddered and whimpered, her hips thrusting and twisting, her eyes were closed.

Allison hopped on her one leg to us, she caressed Emily's breasts pinching her nipples and kissing her, it drove her wild to have my penis in her and my wife's tongue in her mouth at the same time.

"Oh god Allison I'm going to cum in Emily..." I moaned watching them play.

Her orgasm rocked her whole body while my cum went deep inside her. Still tied to the chair my eyes went to both women, focusing at first on my wife. At that moment, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of unique love for Allison and Emily, the unexpected muse from a train ride.

Looking at Allison and Emily kissing each other, I knew I was only a small part of a love story that transcended the ordinary, filled with twists and turns.

The end
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Clip 407 Broken leg, beautiful woman, crutches part 2

Clip 406 Broken leg, beautiful woman, crutches part 1

Romance on a train part 9

 Romance on a train

Part 9

Emily's eyes fixated on me with a sensual smile on her face while liking her blood red lips. She was wearing the president's sexy red cocktail dress and matching high heels, but literally nothing else. The candles provided just sufficient light to highlight her beautiful firm breasts, tight ass and perfect long legs moving in very graceful movements.

She stepped closer behind me and started running her lips slowly along my neck. The touch of her lips was like the touch of a feather and it sent shivers of sexual pleasure through my body. Her hand caressed my small breasts pinching my hard nipples. I moaned quietly.

She left my breasts and stepped in front of me before bending down to caress my cast. She rubbed her fingertips along my leg cast, exploring its shape. Her eyes were filled with a primal sexual desire. I felt like she was going to cut off my cast.

She continued to caress my cast, slowly and gently she rubbed my exposed toes. Her lips licked my toes, and my body began to shiver with anticipation when I saw her move her long fingers along my cast and leg to my vagina. I couldn't move with both arms tied.

She moved her fingers inside me, moving aside the soft fabric of my panties. I was so wet, dripping and I began to shiver even more, my body was rocking. She looked up at me with a seductive smile, and I could feel the orgasm rising inside my body.

Her long fingers gently touched my clitoris. I had to fight to hold back the sudden orgasm in public. The sisters were now more than just observers. Some of them had their hands slipping under the fabric of their cocktail dress and lightly touching their own flesh. I could hear the silky sound of the fabric rubbing against their skin and the soft sighs coming from their mouths.

She then sat on my cast, Her vagina against the surface of my cast, with her fingers moving faster in and out of me. It was magical and we both came at the same time.

***

As I settled into the train seat, anticipation buzzed in the air, mingling with the echoes of the revelations from the night before. I couldn't shake the knowledge of how Emily and Allison had initially crossed paths, the intricate web of their shared history. There was a burning desire within me to confront Emily about this newfound revelation, to understand the depths of their connection.

My gaze moved across the train hoping to see Emily, awaiting her arrival. The rhythmic hum of the train and the distant murmur of passengers provided a backdrop to the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. Today was so much more than just another commute..

Again she waited for the train to be moving before she entered my carriage looking very beautiful but with an air of professionalism that deferred from previous encounters. She was wearing a woman business suit, impeccably tailored, showing her sophistication and authority. The soft fabric draped elegantly over her tall and lean frame, enhancing her curves.

But this was president Emily that caught my attention with a distinct change in her appearance. From a first look there was a stricter, more focused demeanour. She moved on her crutches with her cast barely visible and her toes inside a delicate black sock towards the seat in front of mine this time, no cat and mouse game, face to face.

She sat with poise, with her crutches beside her. She crossed her long legs in a manner that hinted at mystery. A single shoe adorned her left foot, almost a man shoe adding an element of unexpected allure to the professional ensemble. I learned later that her one shoe had a name, From The Office of Angela Scott, it was a leather shoe with two laces, low heel, leather sole from Portugal.

As I observed Emily's transformation, the air seemed charged again this time with the anticipation of unravelling secrets. This was the woman that my wife felt in love with in college, and I prepared to unfold layers of Emily's past.

"Good morning Jay" she greeted, her tone almost composed. "Quite a journey we've been on, isn't it?"

I nodded in agreement, "Yes, indeed. It's been quite the train ride."

She leaned forward slightly, a subtle yet intentional movement, and re-crossed her legs with precision, her pant leg moved up showing more of her perfect cast.

"Sometimes, life takes unexpected turns. We find ourselves on paths we never imagined."

As she spoke, my eyes were riveted to Emily's hand who gracefully removed the stylish little sock to expose her delicate toes. She caressed her toes that were painted blood red like her fingers to add a layer of sensuality to the professional look.

The dialogue flowed seamlessly, but there was so much unspoken tension and curiosity that was waiting to be totally unravelled.

***

This is part 9 of this story and if you are still reading you know by now that I was fuelled, well I should say that me and Allison were fuelled with a desire to please, sexually tease and surprise Jay at every turn... and... surprise him... we did again.

"Jay, It was a day like any other back in college, the air was full of love and lust as me and your wife had sex in her dorm room. She felt liberated and after a powerful orgasm we found ourselves caught in an unforeseen twist of fate."

While talking to Jay, I decided to embark on a bold yet subtle move. Leaning in, I gently grasped Jay's left foot, a devilish smile in my eyes. The air seemed to change again and I could clearly see the interrogation in ihs mind when I unlace and remove his left shoe,

"Allison walking cast had been removed a week before and I really missed seeing her in that cast while using her crutches. So many years later I still wonder if it was my sudden misstep or Allison's slight push but anyway I had a momentary loss of balance on the step ladder, and for that one second when we both looked at each other's eyes we knew the erotic game had shifted again."

I was staring at Jay's foot and he was staring at my red lips telling the story, waiting for more, needing more.

"I crumpled to the ground with a loud crack and moan of pain."

I slowly removed Jay's sock, revealing the vulnerable left bare foot that now casually rested on my leg cast. My long fingers traced a delicate path along his foot, ankle, and lower leg, each touch calculated to elicit a sexual response from him. I had and still have a foot fetish.

"Do you realize Jay that there are 26 bones in this foot?"

"The room fell silent after the cracking sound that my sexy long leg did breaking against the floor, the weight of concern settling over Allison and me. I, usually graceful and poised, now laid on the floor, staring and cradling my broken leg. We were both shocked, as we realized the gravity of the situation."

I slowly spread my legs apart and placed his foot between my legs. The connection between us deepened in the hushed intimacy of the moment, setting the stage for the surprise I had in store.

"We always ask the stupid questions in moments like this and Allison was no exception after pushing me...or me falling...she asked...Emily, are you okay?"

"I wanted to say do I look ok? But Emily was my lover, she was gentle and caring and I could clearly see her expressions of concern and disbelief.

"I think I might have broken my leg," I admitted, my voice a blend of pain and sexual excitement. Despite the agony etched on my face, I maintained a sense of composure that spoke volumes, I was the president."

***

I was speechless listening to Emily's confession. She stopped talking, I was touching myself, rubbing my penis against my pants. She caressed my foot, the unspoken tension in the air mingled with the promise of more revelations to come. This simple act of intimacy was a prelude to possible unexpected twists and turns...Maybe...Would she?...truth or dare?

***

With a subtle twist of Jay's foot, I felt the delicate balance of control, acknowledging the importance of trust and care in our intimate sexual connection. The act carried a symbolic weight, underscoring the vulnerability we willingly shared and gave to a loved one.

As the twist increased, it became an unspoken agreement that transcended mere physicality or sexuality. In a soft whisper, I leaned closer to Jay,

"I would never break your ankle or foot. It's not who I am, and it's not what we're about you, me and Allison."

I locked eyes with Jay, his blue gaze momentarily speechless. Gracefully, I shifted my weight to my left leg, grabbed my crutches in hand. The scene unfolded in slow motion, visually captivating movements. Each step on my crutches was deliberate and elegant as I made my way to the train's door. With a fluid motion, I descended the three steps to the platform, leaving behind a trail of sexual innuendos and sensuality.

Romance on a train
The conclusion to come
K