Wednesday, August 14, 2024
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My dream job chapter 4
My dream job
Chapter 4
I felt a shiver run down my spine as she continued her slow, deliberate exploration of my leg. Her touch was gentle and I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of sexual arousal building within me thinking of my broken tibia and fibula exposed to her lips. As Elize reached my cast-covered ankle, she paused for a moment, her fingers dancing lightly over the hard, rigid surface of my cast.
"This cast is such a fascinating addition to your already stunning long legs, I Imagine based on your x-rays I saw the break were around here and there" she commented pointing with her long fingers and licking her lips.
"That about it, it was so painful" I replied, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks but more importantly how the heck did she see my X-rays? What kind of company do I work for?.
"It's my first break ever, I've been lucky over the years."
"Well, we'll just have to make sure that you feel grateful for it, since we met because of it" She promised with a wicked grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now, let's get you out of this dress and see what other hidden treasures you might be hiding beneath it."
Elize's fingers continued to dance along my casted foot and toes, sending shivers down my spine. Her words were filled with promises, and I was attracted to her. I had never been sexually involved with another woman before and the excitement at the thought of her exploring my broken leg like a sexual object was so out of this world.
"I think that's a great idea," I said, my voice full of desire and I wanted to surprise her. "But first, let me help you out of those braces."
I undid the buckles and straps of Elize's leg braces, freeing her crippled legs from their confinement and protection. She sighed with relief as her legs were finally able to move freely and at the same time she wouldn't be able to walk at all.
I took a moment to appreciate her body, the curve of her hips, the firmness of her lovely breasts, and the softness of her skin. I felt a surge of desire as I imagined what it would be like to touch her, to feel her body against mine.
"You're so beautiful," I said, caressing her atrophied legs.
"And you're not so bad yourself, Alyssa. Now, let's get you out of that dress."
My princess was used to controlling the situation, without hesitation she unzipped my dress and let it fall to the ground, leaving me standing on my crutches in just my bra, underwear and long pink cast. She took a moment to appreciate my body, my breasts, my legs but her eyes lingering on my long cast.
"I can't believe how sexy you look with that cast," she murmured, her voice filled with desire. "It's like a work of art, covering your beautiful leg. I don't remember looking that sexy when I broke mine in high school, literally 3 days before my sweet 16 party"
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, but I couldn't deny the thrill that her words gave me. I had never thought of a leg cast as sexy before, but with Elize, everything felt different.
She pulled me closer, her body pressing against mine. I could feel her breath hot against my skin, and I couldn't help but gasp as she reached down.
"Imagine if we could take this cast off and explore every inch of your broken leg while I please you sexually," she whispered, her lips brushing against my wet panties.
I shivered at her words, my body responding to her touch. In my mind I was back on the dance floor, unable to stand with my broken leg. I imagined her hands on my bare skin, exploring my broken leg without the barrier of the cast.
"Let's do it," I said, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "Let me call Dr. Harper, the ship doctor. Let's take this cast off. It's your fantasy, I'm here to please you, and ...he was going to change my cast tomorrow anyway."
To my surprise and I shouldn't be surprised by her, she had already spoken to Dr. Harper, and within minutes, he was in the room with a portable cast saw. He arrived so quickly, calm and reassuring, his professional demeanour putting me at ease.
"Ready?" he asked, positioning the saw near my long pink cast.
I nodded, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The saw buzzed to life, and I watched as Dr. Harper carefully guided it along the edge of my cast. The vibrations sent a shiver up my leg, but I trusted his expertise. Slowly, the cast began to split open, revealing the skin beneath. The sensation of the cool air on my exposed leg was both strange and exhilarating. As Dr. Harper removed the last piece of the cast, I felt total vulnerability.
"There you go, be very careful ladies, you cannot put any weight on your broken leg at all" he said, stepping back to give us space.
My leg, still broken but healing, lay bare before us. Elize's eyes lit up with excitement as she reached out to gently touch my skin. Her fingers traced the edge of my broken leg, exploring every inch with a mixture of curiosity and full desire.
"Beautiful," she murmured, her touch sending waves of sensation through my body. "Just as I imagined."
As I lay there, my broken leg exposed and vulnerable, I was so nervous. I had never been in this position before, and I wasn't sure what to expect. But as Elize's fingers traced gently along my skin, I hoped that I was in good hands.
"You're so beautiful, Princess Elize," I murmured, my eyes meeting hers. "I'm yours..."
I gasped as she leaned down to kiss my broken leg, her lips soft and warm against my skin. I moaned as she continued to explore the exact locations of my broken bones, her fingers and lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She could re-break my leg so easily if she wanted too.
"Yes, Princess, that feels so good," I murmured, scared while my hands were reaching out to touch and rub her crippled legs.
She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with sexual desire. "I want to make you feel good, Alyssa. I want to make you feel better than you ever have before. I won't hurt you baby, no worries"
And after saying that she did please me sexually. With her hands and mouth, she explored every inch of my body, leaving me breathless and trembling with pleasure while she licked, kissed and bit my nipples. She knew just how to touch me, how to tease me and drive me wild with desire. And as I lay there, completely exposed and vulnerable, I felt a sense of freedom and liberation that I had never experienced before. She worked her way up my body and by the time she reached my lips, I was trembling with need.
"Please," I whispered
"I know," she murmured, her lips curving into a smile. "And I'm going to give you exactly what you need."
She leaned over me, her body hovering above mine. I could feel the heat radiating off of her
"You're so wet," she said, ripping off my panties.
She leaned down, her tongue out to taste my wetness. I cried out as she began to lick and suck, her fingers working their way inside of me. I could feel myself building towards my release, my body tensing as she brought me closer and closer.
"Come for me, Alyssa," she commanded, her voice firm. "I want to feel you come apart beneath me like you did so beautifully on the dance floor."
And with that, I did. I came hard, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. She continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last drop of pleasure, my broken leg aching like it did that night.
"You're so beautiful when you come, I could watch you come apart like that all night."
And with that, she slid one of her crippled leg between my own legs positioned above my still sensitive sex. She was rubbing her foot and toes against me. I gasped as she began moving in a slow, steady rhythm.
I slid 2 fingers inside her and she cried out as I hit her spot, her body shaking with pleasure.
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her hips moving faster and faster against my fingers.
I could feel myself building towards my release again, her body tensing as I brought her closer and closer. And with one final thrust, we both came
"I never knew it could feel like this."
"Neither did I, Alyssa,"
I looked at her crippled legs and my broken leg, wondering what tomorrow was going to bring. But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside and basked in the afterglow of my own orgasm.
"That was amazing," I whispered, reaching out to touch her face.
She leaned into my touch, her eyes softening. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said, her voice gentle.
We lay there for a moment, I traced my fingers over her long scars, marvelling at the strength it must have taken for her to overcome losing usage of her legs.
My dream job
Chapter 5 to come
K
Monday, August 12, 2024
Sunday, August 11, 2024
My dream job chapter 3
My dream job
Chapter 3
Mr. Johnson leans back in his chair, looking at me from head to exposed toes.
"Alyssa I enjoy gazing at your right foot, admiring its shape and form. Then I stare at your pink cast covering your broken leg, the length, the shape and how perfectly it followed your sexy long leg. From there, it can vary greatly depending on the person and the situation. Some women love having their healthy foot worshipped or massaged, while others prefer more daring acts...Like bondage or even pain I'm sorry to say."
As the sun begins to set over the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the ship, I know that my life is about to take a drastically different turn. And I'm looking forward to every single moment of it.
Mr. Johnson, ever the perfect gentleman, helps me up to my right foot. I position my crutches, leaning on them for support.
"Thank you, Mr. Johnson," I say, my voice soft.
"Always a pleasure to assist, Alyssa and I look forward to seeing you again," he replies with a warm smile.
I lean in, and just before he leaves, I give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Take care," I whisper. As I start to walk away, my long leg cast leading the way, I can feel his gaze fixed on me. I glance back and catch him staring, his eyes following the rhythm of my crutches with a look of admiration.
With the new information that I got, I had spent the balance of the early evening researching ways to accentuate and showcase my leg and cast in outfits, eager to serve my new guests in the best possible way related to their own fetishes.
Later I stepped into the lavish VIP suite. I was wearing a stunning black dress that hugged my curves and accentuated my leg and. The dress had a thigh-high slit on the right side, showcasing my long right leg and partly drawing attention to my cast. I paired the dress with a black stiletto heel on my right foot, adding an air of confidence that I really didn't have yet on my crutches.
"Wow, Alyssa, you look absolutely stunning," remarked Sofia, one of my coworkers, who was standing by the large window overlooking the ocean. Her blonde hair cascaded down her voluptuous frame, and her green eyes sparkled as she took in my appearance.
"Thank you, Sofia. I wanted to make sure I looked my best," I replied, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks.
"Well, I think you've certainly achieved that goal," she said with a warm smile. "Now, don't forget to maintain that same level of confidence and sensuality throughout your interactions with your VIP guests, male or female. It's all part of the experience."
"I won't," I assured her, straightening my posture on my crutches and taking a deep breath to steady my nerves.
A soft knock on the door signalled the arrival of my new VIP guest. I felt my heart rate quicken as I smoothed down the front of my dress and made my way carefully on my 4 inch heel and crutches towards the door.
As I opened the door, I was greeted by the sight of a tall, elegant woman in her early forties. She had dark brown skin, piercing dark brown eyes, and a mane of thick, black hair that fell just past her shoulders. Her body was lean and toned, her crippled legs were in modern-looking slim plastic braces that were attached to Italian high heels shoes. Her legs were synchronized for each step she took as she leaned heavily on two forearm crutches.
"Hello, Alyssa. I'm Ms. Clarke," she introduced herself with a sultry voice, her gaze travelling down the length of my body. "And I must say, you are every bit as beautiful as your photos suggested."
"Thank you, Ms. Clarke, do I call you Princess Elize?" I replied, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over me. She said photos? When and where were they taken? "It's a pleasure to meet you in person, princess."
"Please, no princess, call me Elize," she insisted with a coy smile, her eyes lingering on the small part of my cast that was visible beneath the dress. It felt like a tantalizing teaser to her before her gaze travelled back up to meet mine.
The dress's long slit on the right side offered a perfect view of my strong, elegant leg and high heel, while the cast on my left leg remained mostly hidden under the fabric. Only the casted foot and exposed toes peeked out, creating an intriguing contrast. The combination seemed to captivate Elize, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and sexual desire.
As I led her into the suite, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal at the thought of her dominating nature that I had read about, even if I knew that without the long leg braces and her crutches...she was partly paralyzed and unable to walk. It was an entirely new experience for me, and I found myself growing more and more attracted to her and wondered what the future held for us.
Our conversation flowed effortlessly, we quickly realized that we shared interests in dance. Before her accident that led to her braces and crutches she was a dancer in Vegas. She explained how she had always been drawn to women with strong, shapely legs and how she found the idea to spend time on this cruise with a woman also using crutches with a broken leg particularly arousing.
"Fascinating, to be honest I really didn't know about sexual attraction toward leg casts and crutches" I said, feeling a tingle of excitement between my legs, maybe even wetness at the thought of exploring this new side of myself.
Her movements were mesmerizing as she slid her legs with her braces and crutches, each step deliberate and partly out of control. Her eyes never left me, and I could feel the intensity of her stare, especially when she watched me walk away on my crutches with my long pink cast leading the way.
Her eyes darkened with sexual desire as she took a step closer to me with her leg brace coming in contact with my cast, plastic again fibreglass, her gaze locked onto mine. "Would you be open to exploring this fetish with me, Alyssa?" she asked, her voice hesitant.
I hesitated for a very short moment, excitement coursing through my veins for playing with this lovely woman and... it was my job...more or less. But ultimately, I found myself drawn to the idea of submitting to Elize's desires.
"Yes, I'd like that."
Elize's movements were mesmerising as she moved with her braces and crutches, each step deliberate and controlled. Her eyes never left me, and I could feel the intensity of her stare, especially when she watched me walk away, my cast leading the way.
She carefully moved to the sofa, sliding in and controlling her crippled legs as she unlocked the joints of her long leg braces. With practised ease, she sat down, her braces still supporting her legs but allowing her to bend them slightly. I joined her, settling beside her on the plush cushions dropping my own crutches to the floor. Gently, I lifted my broken leg and placed my cast on her braced thighs. Elize's braces provided a sturdy platform, her eyes sparkled with surprise.
Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she reached out to trace her fingers along the length of my long pink cast, starting above my knee and slowly working her way towards my ankle and foot.
"You have such a beautiful leg and cast, Alyssa," she murmured, her breath hot against my toes. "Imagine if your cast was off and I was exploring every inch of your broken leg."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as she continued her slow, deliberate exploration of my leg. Her touch was gentle and I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of sexual arousal building within me thinking of my broken tibia and fibula exposed to her lips.
As Elize reached my cast-covered ankle, she...
My dream job
Chapter 4 to come
K
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