Whispers in the walls prologue

 Whispers in the Walls

Prologue

As I step into the rental property I got from my dad dying, I unveil not just its physical transformation into a very modern building, but also the hidden lives within. Little did I know that my sexual voyeuristic curiosity would lead to unexpected connections.

Well maybe I did know...you may agree when you meet the tenants that I selected.

The front door opens from a face recognition system, revealing a modern haven that was once my father's home and is now mine. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of fresh paint and new beginnings. The walls, once echoing with my father's laughter, now resonate with the anticipation of untold stories, secrets and transformations.

Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Sharon, I'm a 34-year-old AI machine learning engineer who loves to peel back the layers of the ordinary to reveal the extraordinary. I really believe that everybody has sexual secrets that are worth revealing and investigating.

Graduating from MIT as an engineer was a milestone that paved the way for my analytical mind to dive into the complexities of both technology and human nature. I hate to describe myself but I'm a petite woman with short brown hair framing my face, almost legally blind from diabetes, my glasses serve as a gateways to the world around me.

As a single woman, I've embraced a life of independence with various friends with benefits of both sexes and I'm also fuelled by a passion for the finer things in life. I'm full of contradictions, I need and love sexy and expensive clothes and shoes that reflect my confidence and high heels that elevate not just my stature and my spirit even if it also increases the possibilities of injuries.

I totally assume my decisions.

My fascination extends beyond the concrete jungle into the great outdoors. The thrill of rough no services style camping and the challenge of rock climbing offers a stark contrast to my structured, tech-eccentric life. It's in those moments, surrounded by nature's grandeur, that I find balance and harmony between my need to be a modern day independent woman and my need to be alone at peace with myself role-playing or not... injured or not.

Yet, beneath the surface of my seemingly structured life, lies unusual fascinations, some that drive me to appreciate medical and recreational casts on the limbs of pure strangers, men and women navigating the world on crutches. It's clearly a sexual attraction I've kept hidden for years because it clearly walks on a fine line of what is acceptable socially.

In the quiet corners of my mind since I was a very young girl, I found sexual fetishes happiness in crafting short stories that revolve around the very leg braces, casts, crutches and wheelchair that intrigues me. These short stories have been an outlet under various persona, allowing me to explore the delicate dance between vulnerability, strength, lust, sex and breaking my own limb.

In each story I was able to write about the intricate emotions surrounding the beautiful use of crutches, an exploration that satisfied the curious whispers within me without exposing the depths of my unconventional interests to the judgement of my world. Writing became my sanctuary, where crippled legs in braces, casts and crutches could unfold without inhibition.

But the property I inherited from my father changed everything after my renovations. A once-familiar place, I transformed it into a modern building of eight private units, but I gave myself full access through the use of technology. The walls, now full with state-of-the-art gadgets, conceal the secrets of those within, stories waiting to be discovered, by me, for me.

As I walked the halls of my newly shaped sanctuary on my crutches and recreational short leg cast, prior to my guess moving in after the renovation, I felt a magnetic pull towards a new medical injury or a permanent disability. But also a pull for the lives that will be unfolding behind closed doors in almost total secrecy in the near future.

My 2024 technologies, combined with AI will be my companion to understand the whispers of untold stories, and my sexual curiosity and needs will become a key to unlocking the doors to these hidden secrets behind those beautiful, sexy people in their own ways and locked doors.

Compassion. I realized that my accessibility to the secrets of my tenants could be helpful for positive change. Armed with a genuine desire to help them realize some deep fantasies or fetishes of their own, I believe that good will come from understanding and my intervention.

I hope you agree with me that the stage is set where writing will go to a new level, the physical day to day of my tenants, the intricate dance of their lives will be mixed with mine. The whispers in the walls are inviting me to witness, understand, and, perhaps, change the course of physical and emotional destinies yet to unfold.

Hope you join me
Sharon
XOXO

Clip 478 Broke her foot, cast, slc, crutches

Clip 477 Injured leg, first time on crutches

Clip 476 Broken ankle, sexy dancer, cast, boot

Clip 475 Broken leg, full leg cast,crutches

Adele's Friends.com conclusion

 Adele's Friends.com

Conclusion

When Sharon opened the door, I meant Sarah... Melinda stood there with a brand new black short leg cast and crutches. From my voyeuristic point of view I think I saw Sarah touch herself looking at the professor on her crutches and Steve...well you know...3 sexy, very different and injured ladies all on crutches in one room...I will let you guess how he was reacting.

"Professor Melinda, you look absolutely stunning!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes appreciatively scanning the professor. She was wearing a modern slim fit trouser suit in navy blue with a white blouse. Despite her broken foot, cast and crutches she looked sophisticated, confident and so damn sexy.

Melinda, with a gracious smile, responded, "Thank you, Sarah. I thought, since you did break my foot, I'd join the cast party in style." She smiled, leaned over and kissed my friend who was speechless at the moment. I was envious of the professor's slim cast and her choice of footwear, a matching high-heeled shoe on her good foot that added a touch of danger.

"Again I'm so sorry professor and you've truly elevated the cast fashion game."

Steve's eyes moved between us, I was on my crutches with a sprained ankle, Sarah confidently limping on her pink walking cast, showcasing her strong athletic legs, and Melinda, gracefully maneuvering on her crutches with a black non-weight-bearing short leg cast.

He came to me and kissed me, "Quite a gathering," a playful smile on his face.

Sarah and Melinda found a comfortable spot on the couch. Melinda, gracefully lowering herself onto the seat, extended her cast onto Sarah's lap. With a playful smile, she gently rubbed the black cast and exposed toes. "Seriously, how's the foot, Professor?" she asked, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of the cast.

"Well, it's in good hands now, isn't it? I got exactly what I requested, thank you"

"You look amazing plus, your black cast will add a touch of mystery during your next lecture about sexual fetishes. Very chic."

The two women shared their experiences and their attraction to each other was evident in the easy banter. As the evening unfolded, from kissing, touching to gathering their crutches and moving to a spare bedroom.

"I'm ready for some fun. Let's go to my bedroom..." I whispered into Steve's ear, leaning in to kiss him passionately. His arms wrapped around me as he pulled me close, our bodies pressed up against each other. We kissed for a long while, our tongues exploring and our bodies moving together in a way that felt so natural and exciting.

As I slowly helped myself up onto my good leg and carefully found my crutches, I could feel Steve's hands wrapping around my hips, supporting me and holding me close. I loved the way his hands felt against me, it was like a reassurance that everything was going to be alright.

I leaned in and kissed Steve, and we passionately locked our lips together, it was such a sensual and erotic moment that my body was trembling. As we made our way into my bedroom, Steve looked at me with such sexual desire. I felt that he was ready to take me to a whole new level of pleasure.

"Look at you, Adele, you are so beautiful on crutches. Do you know how much I want you?"

"Well, I think you've shown me."

Once on my bed he grabbed my hips and gently pulled me up on top of him, our bodies touching in this intimate moment. I could feel his fully erect penis against me while our bodies brushed against each other, creating an electricity that had been building since our first meeting in the elevator. We were both eager to explore each other in a deeper way.

Steve gently unwrapped my sprained ankle and began to caress and massage it, his fingers gently exploring my bruised skin and swelling. I let out a soft moan as his fingers moved over my ankle, my ankles and feet being a sexually sensitive area for me ever since my first fracture years ago.

His gentle touch caused me to tingle all over, my full breasts responding to his touch with pure excitement. After a few minutes of his gentle massage, the swelling increased and stiffness was obvious and pleasurable.

"Please don't stop..."

Steve slowly started to bend my ankle in a very slow and controlled manner, gently moving my ankle in circles. I started rubbing and caressing my breasts, pulling, turning, and twisting my long nipples, the first one and then, the other. It was a very sensuous and sexual experience, as my ankle was being treated like a beautiful work of art, and I was pleasing my breasts and nipples, loving every moment of it.

Steve's tender and gentle touch on my ankle felt like a massage, my body tingling in pleasure and euphoria, the twisting motions of my sprained ankle caused a beautiful and deep sensation of pleasure throughout my entire body. It was an incredible feeling and I just wanted to let this moment last forever.

He continued to work his hands over my sprained ankle, his twisting causing me to feel an incredible sensation of pleasure throughout my whole body. It was almost too much to bear, but in a good way.

Next I released his penis, it was at full size and so hard, my perfectly manicured hands started to stroke his cock slowly. I could feel my injured ankle and I just wanted to close my eyes and let him keep doing it for as long as he wanted. It was pure bliss.

But I began to lick and suck as I played with his penis in my hand. I looked at Steve to see his reaction when he felt my warm tongue come into contact with his penis, licking the dripping precum.

"I'm going to keep working on your ankle. I want you to feel as good as you can while injured." He moaned but he was losing control.

"Mmm, yes..., I'm loving this. Please don't stop, it feels so good."

I leaned over him and went back to sucking his penis. It felt so good to have it slide in and out of my lips and mouth. At the same time he sexually attacked my injured ankle again with his long fingers.

My moans sent vibrations on his penis and I could hear him moan every time I did.

"I...I just have one question for you, Adele" he quietly moaned, working his hands over my ankle.

I looked up, my eyes glowing with sexual lust. "What is it?"

"What color of cast do you want for your ankle?"

"I don't need one, it's really just a sprain"

"I know but...You'll need one after what I plan to do to you now."

The air between them seems to sizzle, as I gasp at Steve's boldness and the idea of what he has in store for me...He came all over my mouth while my orgasm rocked my body until my ankle...

The end
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Clip 474 Crutches, cast, SLC

Adele's Friends.com chapter 11

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 11

As the evening approached, I carefully selected a chic cocktail dress that complemented the atmosphere and the mood I was in after 2 successful events. The dress was a stunning midnight blue with a touch of sophistication, Its gentle fabric followed the contours of my body, creating an elegant look for the occasion.

With a sense of flair, I paired the dress with a single, stylish high heel shoe on my good foot, a classic Louboutin 3 inch heel pump that added a hint of...that's how I injured my other ankle vibe.

My sprained ankle was supported by ace bandages under my pantyhose, it served as a subtle reminder of what I'm willing to do for my clients and friends at Adele's Friends .com. Despite the wonderful temporary challenge, being on crutches for a medical reason added a touch of resilience to my overall look.

Standing on crutches in my living room, the soft glow of lights created a warm ambiance, I eagerly awaited the arrival of my guests. The cocktail dress, the stylish shoe, and the ace bandages created the perfect visual for what we stood for and it was going to be a real nice surprise for Steve.

As the doorbell chimed, signalling the arrival of the first guest, I made my way slowly to the front door on my crutches. The soft rustle of the cocktail dress and the gentle tap of the high heel on my good foot created a rhythm of sensual anticipation and I approached the door with a welcoming smile.

Steve, my first invitee to arrive, stood on the threshold, his eyes lighting up as he caught sight of me, my injured ankle and crutches. He leaned in and placed a tender kiss on my cheek, "Adele, you look stunning".

I reciprocated with a grateful smile, "Thank you, Steve. It's so good to see you." The exchange of pleasantries continued as we embraced in a friendly hug. Steve's gaze lingered on the cocktail dress, the elegant shoe, and the subtle ace bandages, an ensemble that hinted at the tales from Adele's Friends .com.

Before parting from the embrace, Steve's lips met mine in a soft and lingering kiss. "I've been looking forward to this," he whispered, his eyes deep into mine.

Then I moved back and Steve's gaze lingered on my legs, his eyes curiously tracing the line of the cocktail dress and, inevitably, descending to my injured ankle wrapped in ace bandages. I could tell how much he would have loved to apply a cast to my leg right at the moment.

"What happened to your ankle?" As his eyes focused on the delicate wrapping.|

I chuckled lightly, creating an air of mystery, "The public version is just a minor sprain. Just a little misstep, nothing too dramatic." I shifted my weight onto the crutches, lifted my injured ankle giving him a perfect look of it.

"But don't let it distract you from the evening. You know me Steve. I enjoy creating memorable moments ... .I might even let you apply a cast to my poor leg" I said smiling.

Steve nodded, smiling. "Certainly, let's make it a night to remember," he responded, his eyes holding a glimmer of lust like I saw in the elevator some weeks ago. 

Like they say on tv...I was saved by the bell...as the doorbell chimed, announcing the arrival of the next guest, I made my way to open the door with a smile. There stood Sarah, gracefully navigating on her crutches, showcasing her stunning pink walking cast. She was dressed to accentuate both the cast and her athletic legs, drawing attention to the unique combination of strength and vulnerability.

Sarah's outfit included a knee-length skirt that swayed with each movement, highlighting the femininity of her legs and curves. She paired it with a fashionable top that added a touch of sophistication to the overall look. A single stylish shoe on her uncasted foot, completed the ensemble with flair.

"Sarah, you look absolutely fabulous!" I exclaimed, welcoming her with a warm smile.

"Thank you and look at you on those crutches," Sarah replied with a smile. I leaned down and kissed Sarah, her lips meeting mine with a passionate and long kiss. It was a deep and intense moment of closeness and connection, leaving both of us feeling utterly excited and aroused.

"Steve, this is Sarah. She's been an integral part of our exciting endeavors,"

"Sarah, meet Steve, a wonderful friend and a connoisseur of unforgettable experiences, like you know he was our first client." As they exchanged greetings, the room was filled with an air of sexual anticipation, blending the elegance of Sarah's presence with the intrigue sparked by Steve's inquisitive gaze at her walking cast and the pink sock that protected her toes.

She was very graceful in her movements on her crutches with a partial weight bearing on the heel of her walking cast from time to time. Watching the interaction between Sarah and Steve placed a knowing smile on my lips from Sarah's sexiness and Steve's distinct charm.

"I must say, Sarah, that cast of yours is absolutely perfect. How did you break it?" he inquired, his eyes flickering between the cast and Sarah's athletic body and legs. She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath and gathering her mental images of what she was about to say.

"Well, you see... I broke my ankle not too long ago. You know about the relationship I had with Adele before, we were a couple"

"Oh really, I didn't know"

"Yes, the next day after you had sex with my girlfriend in that elevator, well my ex-gf, we ended up having kind of a... intimate sexual bondage evening together, and during that play... I broke my ankle."

"Wow, really?!"

"Yes, it was intense. I actually broke my ankle in two places from the position Adele had me in, it was quite intense sexually. I had an orgasm while tied and broken"

"That's one crazy hot broken ankle..." He said unable to stop staring at her. Sarah was so good at this.

The doorbell chimed once more as the two had been having their intimate moment. Sarah took a pause and made sure to rub against Steve's erected penis as she was limping on her crutches and the heel of her walking cast towards the door. She made sure to move her hip playfully and casually making sure he was looking at her.

"I'll get that," Sarah said, her gaze on Steve's eyes as she made sure to make eye contact.

I was watching them while leaning on my crutches, knee bent and my injured limb off the hardwood floor. It reminded me of the movie Sliver looking at those 2, but reversed roles where Sharon Stone would be the sexy modern voyeur. Maybe I could be the voyeur... but that's for another steamy story...

When Sharon opened the door, I meant Sarah...She...

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Clip 473 Broken leg, crutches, SLC, cast

Clip 472 Broken ankle, crutches, cast, SLC part 2

Adele's Friends.com chapter 10

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 10

The next day arrived, and Sarah elegantly leaned on her crutches standing on her walking cast and knocked on the door of Melinda's office. As the door swung open, the professor was met with a delightful surprise. Sarah stood before her, a younger looking persona, her white cheer-leading uniform hugging to her curves, adding to the already perfect fantasy.

Her gaze lingered on the details of Sarah's confident posture, the way the cast peeked out from beneath the short uniform, and the beauty of her matching pink crutches. The combination of this beautiful and sexy mature woman was accentuated by the cheer-leading outfit, it was setting the stage for an encounter that promised a lot.

"Wow please come in miss"

The pink crutches were adding a nice touch to her appearance as she expertly navigated the space partially leaning on them and on her walking cast. The professor was clearly drawn to the captivating scene unfolding before her eyes.

The white cheer-leading uniform with the college logo clung to Sarah's breasts, hips and ass, accentuating her petite yet very athletic physique. The short skirt showcased the cast on her leg, it swayed in harmony with the subtle cadence of her limp. It really was a bold choice from Adele's Friends.com but Sarah was embracing both her persona of the academic and cheer-leading sexy and so sensual student in this encounter.

To say that the unexpected surprise fuelled the professor's interest was an understatement, she found herself so attracted to Sarah but who wouldn't be.

"Welcome, Sarah. Please, have a seat," Melinda said with a warm smile, motioning towards a comfortable chair in her office.

Sarah made her way to the chair, "Thank you, Professor".

Melinda took a moment to appreciate the visual contrast between academia and cheer-leading persona in Sarah's presence. She noticed her crutches leaning against the side.

"May I?" the professor asked, gesturing towards the crutches. With a nod from Sarah, Melinda delicately took the crutches away, placing them aside, away from the younger woman. She then grabbed a spare chair and elevated the walking cast, a thoughtful gesture that didn't go unnoticed.

Their connection grew stronger and more intense with every shared moment. As they talked, they would occasionally stare into each other's eyes and smile, their faces lighting up with passion and desire.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Sarah asked Melinda, her eyes gazing at the professor with genuine curiosity.

"Of course," Melinda replied, eager to engage in an open and intimate conversation.

"Why did you become a psychology professor?"

"I've always felt a deep empathy for people and a desire to help them explore their psyche and understand themselves better." Melinda leaned forward and placed her hand on Sarah's walking cast, feeling the pink fibre under her fingers. Her touch was soft and gentle, her fingers softly brushing against the cast.

"I feel like we have a lot in common" Sarah said, she moved forward and picked up Melinda's left foot in its 4 inch pump and gently placed it on her cast. Her touch was very gentle, her fingers slowly moving up and down from the professor black pantyhose to her small foot. It was a very tender but intimate moment, creating a bond of trust between them.

"Is it really sensitive if I touch where you broke your foot?" Sarah asked boldly, her fingers lightly poking her foot in different areas.

"Yes..." She answered, her breathing becoming rapid and shallow. She was feeling overwhelmed by the sensual touch of Sarah's fingers on her foot while it rested on the pink cast. There was clearly intense physical attraction and understanding of what was coming next.

Sarah was enjoying the power her touch was having over the professor. She continued to touch the beautiful foot, applying slightly more pressure each time, then removing the Italian pump from her foot.

"Which bone did your student break in your beautiful foot?" Sarah asked, leaning down and kissing the professor's foot. Then her eyes went straight into Melinda's eyes with pure sexual lust.

Melinda answered with a blush "It was a metatarsal bone. It's a very common fracture when too much pressure is applied and it still hurts when I wear high heels too long. I was in a non weight bearing cast at first and then a boot for a while."

Sarah leaned a little closer, pressing her athletic body slightly further forward. She applied more pressure against the foot, her fingers pressing more firmly against it. Her touch became even more intense when she felt Melinda's sexual reaction. She was turned on by the younger woman handling her foot the way she was.

Sarah's hand and fingers pulled back softly, but Professor Melinda, her body trembling with excitement, grabbed her own foot, her fingers pressed and twisted the delicate foot to the point where Sarah wondered if it might indeed break it again.

"Careful now professor, you don't want to do that" Sarah whispered, her breath shaky.

Melinda's body trembled and she breathed slowly. Sarah's heart was beating quickly and loudly, her body filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. It was almost like a game for Melinda, how far could she go before it broke?

Sarah was on the edge of her seat, their bodies were becoming more and more sexually tense, the tension building with every second that went by but still, Melinda couldn't stop herself from playing this game.

"Anna, please do it, break my foot again..." She said looking straight into Sarah's eyes, moaning the name of her student that broke her foot years ago.

Sarah didn't want to hurt her foot but she knew what the older professor wanted. She grabbed Melinda's foot and within seconds she had pushed and twisted more than she intended and the delicate foot in her hand broke from the pressure, sending a sharp pain through Melinda's foot and lower leg.

Melinda ripped her pantyhose at the foot, exposing her broken foot that began to swell instantly, her face filling with incredible expressions. Sarah saw the realisation in the woman's eyes of what she had done.

The foot was obviously broken and Sarah couldn't help but feel responsible and guilty, but she didn't have time to dwell on it now because the two of them were slowly and passionately leaning in towards each other. It was as if they were drawn towards each other even more.

As Melinda's foot was in pain, Sarah leaned forward and started kissing the broken foot, licking the wounds passionately as if she was trying to heal the bones with her kiss. The foot was indeed swollen and hurting, but something about the soft, moist kisses on the broken foot was sending sparks throughout the professor's body, making her feel aroused by her student.

The professor was trembling and shaking violently, her body almost too overwhelmed by the intense feelings of sexual pleasure that were flowing through her body. Sarah broke the kiss and pulled back slightly . "Oh my god... I'm so sorry... I don't know how I let it go so far."

"No no... it's OK... it's not your fault" Melinda replied, her eyes filled with excitement and arousal, feeling utterly intoxicated by the passion between them.

"I'll be alright, don't worry, it was all part of the request and I look forward to our next session." she continued as she looked into Sarah's eyes with such affection and desire.

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Clip 471 Broken ankle, crutches, cast, SLC part 1

Clip 469 SLC crutches, white cast

Adele's Friends.com chapter 9

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 9

As Sarah made her way into the college classroom on her crutches, there was an air of confidence in her movements. The soft tap of her crutches against the floor echoed in the lecture hall as she gracefully found a seat in the back. With her left lower leg and foot in a walking cast, she decided to elevate it and placed it on a spare chair beside her.

With her crutches beside her, the cast propped up on a chair. She loved the attention she got from some students. She responded to the curious glances with a warm smile, loving the attention she was getting from cute college boys and girls.

The lecture hall buzzed with anticipation, Melinda was one of the favourite teachers at her college, she was a psychology teacher. Her presence commanded attention, and the subtle sway of her hips inside her pencil skirt and high heel knee boots added a touch of sophistication to her stride. The students observed if not stare as she gracefully navigated the aisles, heels clicking against the floor with each step.

She took her place at the front, and she really looked the part of both intellectual and sexyness. The contrast between Sarah's injured leg and Melinda's professional poise set the stage for an intriguing dynamic in the classroom, leaving the students curious about what the psychology lecture had in store for them today.

Sarah had a direct view of her client and so did the professor of her walking cast. Melinda, the psychology teacher, stood still at the front for a minute. She was tall and that pencil skirt really accentuated her sexy curves, paired with a form fitting blouse.

As she paced gracefully in front of the class, her skirt swayed with each step and her high heel knee boots reminded Sarah of my mom Stephanie when wearing similar knee boots had broken her ankle off a sidewalk curb. We both witnessed her accident at the time, she lost her balance turning to talk to us, the twist of her left ankle and the loud cracking sound of her tibia still sounds in my mind.

I wondered how many of the students, seemingly engrossed in the psychology lecture, actually observed their teacher's sexy long legs. As she wrapped up the lecture, she shifted her focus to the students, her gaze sweeping across the room. Her eyes wavering on Sarah walking cast and beautiful exposed toes painted pink. Then her concentration moved the rubber heel under the cast...She knew now who Sarah was. Sarah gave her a perfect smile but Melinda had a little surprise for her.

"Before we conclude today's class, I'd like to invite each of you to read a book called "Fetish and You: Understanding and Embracing Your Fetish". Feel free to bring your insights and thoughts to our next class. Remember, fetishes are not confined to sexual boundaries but often are very sensual and...yes...physical, pain and sexual areas."

The invitation hung in the air, and the students exchanged glances, contemplating the diverse avenues they could explore within the vast field of psychology while 2 of them looked at Sarah cast.

As the students prepared to leave, Sarah grabbed her crutches and secured them under her arms. With a confident stride, she descended the steps. The eyes of some students followed her descent, intrigued by her elegance, the distinctive sound that accompanied her movements and the partial weight bearing of her walking cast.

Professor Melinda's attention was immediately drawn to the graceful and unique sound that accompanied the movement of Sarah's crutches and the partial touch of that black rubber heel under the cast; it was oh so sensual to her.

She looked down at her perfectly formed cast and was immediately drawn to the pink cast. It was as if the walking cast had suddenly transported Melinda to another world, a different period of her life... It was utterly captivating.

"Hello, professor" Sarah greeted her teacher with a friendly and loving smile, leaning against her crutches, her cast resting on the rubber heel. Melinda looked down at the cast again, her eyes wandering over my sexy ex-girlfriend with a look of admiration on her face.

"That's a gorgeous cast! You have the perfect leg and foot for it and those toes..." she said with a slight blushing. Her eyes shifted to her toes Sarah admitted later that she felt a clear erotic and sensual vibe from Melinda right away.

She could also see the way Sarah's eyes were drawn to her own legs and knee boots, she could feel the heat rising in her body and she felt the intensity of the younger woman's attraction increasing with every move on her crutches and walking cast.

"Miss Sarah, how did you break it and what did you break?" She asked walking closer, then behind her, wrapping her arms around her, her hands against her breasts that were aching for attention.

"I broke my tibia, It was a cheerleading accident", Sarah explained, "I was at the top of a pyramid, we lost our balance, I did a big jump but landed wrong, and my ankle just snapped, breaking my tibia in 2 places." She said, closing her eyes while the older professor caressed her breasts.

"Oh that sounds so painful", Melinda said, lifting the walking between her legs roughly against her vagina, she was so wet and not wearing any underwear "Was it really bad?"

Sarah was so turned on by the turn of events, "It was really painful, but thankfully 4 months later I'm ok now for slight weight bearing with these crutches", she smiled and turned to face her taller teacher.

"But I still have to be careful because the bones are still healing and it could break again if I put too much pressure on it too quickly."

Sarah moved closer to Melinda, leaning against the walking cast as she took her in with her eyes. Their bodies were very close now, the heat of their breath mingling and touching. As she leaned forward to kiss Melinda, she shifted her weight slightly and leaned her walking cast down onto the professor's right foot, applying slight pressure but not too much. The contact of the cast on top of the soft leather of her boot. She could feel light pain in her foot and it was intensely sensual and the professor's reaction was one of pure pleasure.

As the kiss continued, Sarah pressed the heel of her walking cast harder onto Melinda's foot. It was a subtle form of dominance and power that the professor asked for in her request that turned her on even more.

As she felt Sarah's weight bearing down on her foot, she felt herself surrender to the injured student like she did years ago. It was an intoxicating feeling of surrender, submission and sexual fetish attraction.

"I know you've had your foot broken before, by your student", Sarah said, her teeth biting softly onto Melinda's upper lip, tongues playing. "I know your foot is still sensitive."

Our beautiful professor moaned, followed by a moment of intense sexual silence as they both held each other in close embrace, each of them enjoying the moment of passion in their own ways.

"Please don't break my foot"

"I won't...not today anyway" Sarah's fingers slid between the professor's legs, inside her dripping vagina and within seconds she was rocked by a violent and sensual orgasm.

"I would love to meet with you tomorrow in private," Sarah said, " I have questions about your sexual fetishes."

Melinda just nodded, unable to speak. She was drawn towards Sarah in a very powerful and passionate way, and her student interest in the study of fetishes only added to her sexual excitement. Yes there was a clear attraction to this sexy younger woman in a walking cast and crutches but there was so much more.

"See you tomorrow," Sarah said, making her way out of the lecture hall leaning on her crutches and partially putting weight on her cast. Melinda couldn't help but feel a strong sense of anticipation as she watched her turn smiling with a sensual glance. She couldn't wait for the next day to come to meet again in her office.

Later on that night while leaning on my crutches, sprained ankle wrapped in ace bandages, I watched Sarah exit her car in shorts and a t-shirt. My eyes followed her now limping on her walking cast and using a beautiful cane for balance. The way she walked in a slow, steady rhythm just made her even more sexy.

I was filled with a desire to be with her again and to explore the possibility of a relationship between our two personalities. I knew the professor was paying us well for her encounter with Sarah but... a smile spread across my face with every thought of us being together or in a threesome possibility with my new boyfriend.

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Clip 468 Beautiful pink cast, crutches, SLC

Clip 467 Broken leg, crutches, cast, SLC

Adele's Friends.com chapter 8

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 8

As Sarah pulled up to my house, a wave of excitement washed over her. Parking the car, she retrieved her crutches from the back seat, the familiar rhythm of her on crutches echoing against the pavement as she made her way to my front door.

With each click of her crutches and each step closer to the door, Sarah's anticipation grew. The idea of both of us on crutches again, coupled with the mystery surrounding my potential injury, fueled her sexual curiosity. Reaching the front door, Sarah took a moment to gather herself, her hand poised to knock. The anticipation hummed in the air, a palpable sexual energy.

The door swung open, I was standing there with a welcoming smile. I leaned on my crutches with my sprained ankle visibly wrapped in ace bandages. Sarah's gaze immediately fixed on my injury, curiosity and concern mingling in her eyes.

"Did he do that to you? Was it payback?" She said right away.

I squeezed my crutches and said "It's Just a little sprain, nothing too serious. But I thought it would add a touch of drama to our evening."

Sarah smiled at the unexpected humour of my sprained ankle, her body softening in response. As she stepped past me on her crutches, knee bent and cast off the floor, there was a brief but intense moment of physical connection between us. Our eyes locked, our breaths catching momentarily.

Her eyes quickly fell on my injured ankle. When she realized I was staring back at her, a blush overtook her cheeks and she looked away slightly squeezing her crutches. We stood like that for a moment, each of us caught up in the moment and the heat of our sexual attraction. My eyes followed her gaze back to her perfect pink walking cast and crutches, the image of her vulnerability causing a rush of excitement to flow through me.

Before I knew it, I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall and kissed her. That was so deeply sensual that her body responded in kind, her tongue playing with mine as we shared a moment of pure passion. When we finally pulled apart, there was an intense moment of silence between us. I couldn't help but feel a rush of dopamine flooding my brain, the feeling of pure lust and attraction, I began kissing her again.

In the heat of the passion, Sarah dropped her crutches to the floor and leaned on the rubber heel of her walking cast, the sensation of weight and pressure on her foot providing her with a new level of intensity. As she leaned forward her sexy body against mine, I found myself fixated on the beauty and sexuality of the form of her perky breasts and shapes.

I stood on my swollen ankle and my body was flooded with erotic tension and pain as I gazed at her. The limp in her step was undeniable, but the way she swayed her woman's hips with every step was almost hypnotic. In that moment, every inch of her presence was inviting and seductive.

I could only imagine her playing the injured college athlete, her beauty in uniform would be undeniable. The soft rubber heel of her walking cast only made her more sexually attractive as she placed her weight on the rubber heel of the cast to take another step forward smiling at me which further ignited my desire.

After grabbing her crutches, she moved slowly but surely on them, but I couldn't help but be amazed at her determination to get to my bedroom. Despite the pain in my ankle, I dropped my crutches and put all my weight on my sprained ankle limping, she couldn't take her eyes off me, I knew my painful limp was filled with such a sensual energy and as I entered my bedroom, I fell onto the bed.

She limped to my bed and joined me, she pulled on my blouse and the buttons went flying and in no time my bra was off releasing my heavy breasts. She paused looking at me while I pulled my jeans down my sprained ankle. I looked at her with pleading eyes. I wanted her to make me cum like she did so often before.

She took my sprained ankle in her hands, smiled and said, "God, that looks so sore. So beautiful."

I gave her a slight smile while she licked my sprained ankle. She was never one to play rough, I moaned, smiled and announced quietly, "You can twist it if you want Sarah. It wont break."

She grabbed my foot firmly and unceremoniously twisted it. I moaned and gasped at the force. I didn't want her to break it, taking her time for me to enjoy it, but I was so wound up, I needed to cum.

She let go of my sprained ankle and spread apart my legs. She leaned between them and slowly extended her tongue to my wet vagina. She was exploring me with her tongue. I was moaning louder, she moved to my clitoris and sucked it.

"Oh god, Sarah."

She then slid two fingers into my wet and dripping vagina. She moved in and out quickly. I was totally losing control when I pushed her backward on the bed and grabbed her pink cast in my hands. I pulled it up between my legs...rubbing against it

I moaned and felt her exposed toes at the end of the cast teasing me. Within seconds I was rubbing against those toes and the foot portion of her walking cast. She felt a gush of my juice on her toes. It felt amazing to both of us, I was shaking.

I pulled her close and kissed her hard. Smiling, I went to her ear, kissing and licking then I moved down to her neck. I wanted all of her and I continued to her small perky breasts, kissing her nipples through her blouse.

I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts free, I kissed them pinching her hard nipples. I admired her perfect walking cast that was driving me crazy. She rubbed her cast against me, it was the most sexual arousal I had felt since that first night with Steve.

While holding on to her cast I slid between her legs, I licked along her leg, inches from her vagina teasing her softly. I moved up and placed soft kisses on her right thigh. My tongue and lips kiss and licking her crazy.

"Please slide that fucking tongue in my pussy..." She moaned desperately while she grabbed my hair.

Instead I grabbed her cast again, I took each toe between my lips and sucked it individually like if it was Steve's. I loved to worship this beautiful woman, she was mine and I didn't want to share her but I knew I had too.

I also knew she was so ready, I began to slide my tongue inside her vagina and she pulled me closer, the moment I came in contact with her clitoris she had her orgasm. I continued licking while her whole body shook violently.

I smiled at her, "Being casted and on crutches turned you on my love, I guess you needed me inside you."

As we settled after our orgasm, her fingers gently traced the edges of my sprained ankle with a reassuring touch. The warmth of her fingers were creating a sense of intimacy that went beyond the bounds of friendship and fetishes.

"Hey, don't worry about tomorrow and the encounter with the beautiful and intelligent teacher," I whispered, my voice soothing.

"You've got this, and you are so beautiful in that cast Sarah"

With a shared smile, we kissed while my hand was on her cast, caressing her exposed toes. We left the worries of tomorrow behind us.

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Chapter 9 to come
K

Clip 466 Broken leg, cast, crutches, SLC

Clip 465 Broken leg, pink cast, crutches, SLC

Adele's Friends.com chapter 7

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 7

The beautiful secretary gestured for me to follow her in her wheelchair into the medical waiting room. I gracefully grabbed my crutches and, without putting any weight on my right foot, made my way across the room following her, her beautiful leg casts partly on display.

As we entered the medical room, she pointed to the examination table, indicating where I should sit. "Take a seat right here, and Dr. Brad will be with you in just a moment, Adele."

A few minutes later the door opened, and Brad, well Dr. Brad walked in, his gaze moving from my crutches to my right foot. "So nice to see you Adele".

I knew what was coming next, I knew what his special request was...and yet...I smiled and played the fetish game that he loved so much.

"Nice to see you too, Dr. Brad. I rolled my ankle earlier, and I thought it would be best to have an expert like you take a look."

He approached with a measured pace, his eyes staring at my right foot. "Let's have a closer look. If you could, please remove your sock slowly so you don't hurt your ankle." I removed my sock, aware of his known sexual fetish for feet and injured lower limb. With deliberate movements, I unveiled my foot and ankle, allowing the details to unfold gradually.

Like I said before Dr Brad accepted to apply a medical cast on Sarah's lower leg if and only if in exchange I accept a mild ankle sprain from him in return. So when he leaned over and took a good hold of my foot, I knew what was coming next. He gently but firmly wrapped his long fingers around my foot, twisting and bending my ankle in just the right way to make me whimper quietly.

With each twist and grasp, the pain intensified but I knew I could trust him not to break anything.

The pain quickly gave way to pleasure and I felt myself letting him take me into his type of sexual / fetish eroticism. It felt like he was sending electric signals straight to my brain as he worked his magic on my ankle. With each twist of his fingers, the sensation grew deeper and deeper, a flood of sensations began flowing through my body while the swelling settled in. I found myself arching my back and thrusting my injured ankle into his fingers and strong hands.

Dr Brad looked up at me from where he was holding my ankle, a mischievous smile on his face. "Two weeks on crutches for this sprained ankle." He said, looking up at me with a twinkle in his eye. I was tempted to roll my eyes at the excitement of being on crutches again because of him, but the way he was looking at me was so sensual.

"I guess I might be able to manage that...doctor," I moaned. Again I knew what was coming next, his favourite way to end these sessions was to test my sprained ankle.

He leaned forward and put his arms under my arms and helped me stand so that my foot was just resting on the floor sending waves throughout my body. I took a step, limping badly from my sprained ankle.

"Don't put any weight on your left foot and ankle Adele" He said, but he was happy I did take that step...

He bent down and grasped my heel, then started wrapping the ace bandages tightly around my ankle, foot and lower leg. He was careful not to twist it and make me uncomfortable.

With my newly-bandaged ankle, he handed me back my crutches and helped me to my right foot. I felt the tightness of the bandages around my sprained ankle and immediately began leaning on the crutches for support with clear wetness between my legs.

He walked me out to my car and I struggled to get in my seat and he placed the crutches in the back of my car. He waved goodbye and I pulled out of the parking lot. I couldn't help but feel the sexual pleasure rising in my body as I thought about Sarah getting her new cast tonight.

The sun was settling down and Sarah felt a surge of excitement coursing through her veins while driving to Dr. Brad's office. Tonight, was the beginning of her journey into the persona of a college student, injured and seeking to please Melinda. The thrill of exploring uncharted sexual desires mingled with the excitement of a brand new recreational leg cast was wild.

Upon reaching the office, she realized how quiet it was as she entered. To her surprise, Dr. Brad stood alone in the dimly lit room, the anticipation hanging in the air like a whisper.

"Good evening, Sarah," his voice resonated, setting the tone for the night's intimate exploration.

"Hello Brad, how's the practice?"

"You know there is no shortage of patients. Adele came this afternoon with a bad sprained ankle"

"Really? I didn't know"

Sarah settled into the chair thinking of me, not knowing what the story was behind my injured ankle. She was nervous and excited at the prospect of being an injured college student and seeking to please Melinda deepest sexual fantasy.

After removing her left jogging shoe he began applying the soft padding to Sarah's leg. The medical cast and one healthy and sexy leg would help build a bridge between reality and fiction. Then came rolls of pink fibre, rolled around Sarah's leg with each layer adding depth to the character she was about to portray.

With a tender touch, Dr. Brad's hands delicately traced the contours of the newly formed pink cast, his fingertips caressing the smooth surface. As he reached the base of the cast, his focus shifted to the rubber heel, he ensured that the heel was positioned perfectly, adding a functional element to the cast, transforming it into a walking cast. The black rubber heel, against the soft pink, stood out. He looked up, his eyes meeting Sarah's with a subtle list for my friend.

"You look stunning in that pink cast,"

Sarah, still adjusting to the weight of the newly applied cast, smiled appreciatively. "Thank you"

He moved to retrieve a pair of crutches for Sarah. As he handed them to her, their fingers brushed in a fleeting moment of sexual connection.

Sarah nodded, accepting the crutches. As she navigated the office on her crutches, she loved the feeling of the cast encircling her lower limb, the weight adding a new challenge to her steps. But beneath the heaviness, there was a quiet thrill of excitement as she realized this was now a part of her persona.

She slowly made her way to Brad on her new crutches, partial weight on the rubber heel she leaned up and kissed his lips. The sensation of being so close, caused waves of chills to flow up and down Sarah's body.

"Thank you "she said before leaving the office on her crutches.

After all that excitement, she left Dr. Brad's office, in a state of bliss. The beautiful cast and the slow pace of the crutches made her step a bit more cautious than usual, but the feeling of limitation surrounding her was impossible to ignore.

As she stepped into her car, she placed the crutches in the back seat before closing the door behind her. Sitting down in the driver's seat, a lightness came over her body as she realized that tonight was going to be all about sexual pleasure and planning how she was going to please Melinda.

As Sarah drove home, her mind was buzzing with anticipation for the upcoming encounter with Melinda. However, a thought crept into her mind, the mention of a potential injury on my part. The idea of me having a sprained ankle seemed to pique her interest, stirring a mix of lust and sexual attraction. Like I said before we were a couple some years ago.

How did it happen? Was it related to my love for high heels shoes? She wondered as she navigated the streets, the eagerness of the mystery of my potential injury mingled with the thrill of the role-playing adventure that awaited her the next day being a sexy injured student...again..

The lines between reality and fantasy blurred and that was pure magic.

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Chapter 8 to come
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