My Dream job chapter 9

 My dream job

Chapter 9

"I'm glad, because I'm not done with you yet." She kissed me again just like she did last year in her house.

Breaking the kiss, she looked into my eyes. "I want you to wear a strap-on for me,".

I hesitated for a moment since I had never done that before, unsure if I was ready for that. But then I thought about how much I wanted to please my VIP and nodded my agreement.

She smiled at me, her hand reaching down to stroke my cast.

"Good girl, now, let's get you ready."

She helped me stand up, and I balanced on my good leg, my crutches forgotten. She reached for the strap-on, attaching it to my hips. I could feel the weight of it between my legs, and I wondered how it would feel to be inside her.

She positioned her aching broken leg on a pillow. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with pure sexual desire. "I'm ready for you," she said.

I stood over her, lifted my broken leg and placed my cast on her shoulder as I slowly entered her with the strap-on. She moaned in pleasure, her body trembling beneath me, her lips on my exposed toes, licking, biting them.

"Yes, just like that," she said, her hands reaching up to caress my breasts.

I began to move, sliding in and out of her with a slow, steady rhythm, balancing on my one leg. She matched my pace, her hips rising to meet mine.

"Harder please,"

I increased my pace, my hips slamming into hers. She cried out in pleasure, her body shaking with each thrust. My good ankle is dangerously shaking on top of my high heel pump.

"Yes, yes, yes," she said, her fingers digging into my hips, her lips licking my hard nipples.

I could feel her getting close to the edge, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I reached down, touching her clitories as I continued to literally fuck her.

"Oh, god," she said, her body trembling beneath me.

With one final thrust, I sent her over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure. Panting I pulled out of her, collapsing beside her.

"That was incredible,"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said, smiling at her.

"I did," she said, her hand reaching out to touch my cast. "I think we should do it again before your leg heals."

"I'd like that," I said, leaning in to kiss her, happy I didn't break my ankle or leg.


The next morning, I found myself sitting in the luxurious lounge of the cruise ship, my mind still reeling from the previous night's incredible sensual and sexual experience with "A". The memories of new exploration lingered, leaving me with a sense of satisfaction. But today was my day off, a time to relax and let go of all expectations.

I decided to dress in something both comfortable and effortlessly chic, a white, off-the-shoulder sundress that draped elegantly along my long black cast. The soft, lightweight fabric gently swayed with each movement on my crutches, its hem brushing just above my knees. If that wasn't enough, my dress featured a slit on the side, perfectly showcasing my full leg cast while allowing the breeze to kiss my skin as I moved.

To complete the look, I slipped on a pair of stylish sunglasses and let my hair fall in loose waves around my shoulders.

With my crutches firmly in hand, I made my way to the top deck. The morning sun was warm but not yet scorching, casting a golden glow over the ship. As I walked, my steps were carefully balanced as I navigated the pathways with my crutches. Despite the challenge of moving with a cast, I now felt confident and poised, the rhythmic click of my crutches against the deck becoming almost meditative.

Upon reaching the top deck, I found a quiet spot by the railing, where the sea stretched endlessly before me, a shimmering expanse of blue. I carefully lowered myself onto a lounge chair, arranging my cast so that it rested comfortably on the cushion. The sun warmed my skin and exposed toes as I leaned back, closing my eyes and letting the gentle rocking of the ship soothe me into a state of relaxation.

It wasn't long before I heard footsteps approaching, followed by a friendly voice. "Excuse me, mind if I join you in your corner of privacy and paradise?"

I opened my eyes to see a stylish man in his mid-fifties, with a friendly smile and an air of casual curiosity. He gestured to the lounge chair beside me, and I nodded with a polite smile.

"Of course, please do," I replied, shifting my broken leg slightly.

As he settled in, he glanced down at my leg cast with evident interest. "I couldn't help but notice your cast. If you don't mind me asking, what happened? Must be quite an experience being on a cruise with a broken leg."

I chuckled softly, adjusting my sunglasses as I looked out at the horizon. "It's definitely been an adventure. But I've been making the best of it," I said, keeping my tone light and friendly.

The man nodded thoughtfully. "I can imagine. I've always wondered how people manage on trips like this when something unexpected happens. It must change the whole dynamic of your vacation."

"It does, but not necessarily in a bad way," I replied, glancing at him with a hint of a smile. "It forces me to slow down, to appreciate things I might otherwise overlook. The view from the deck, the sound of the waves... there's a certain peace in being unable to run all the time."

He seemed intrigued by my perspective, leaning back in his chair as he studied me. "You have a great attitude about it. I don't think I'd handle it as well."

"You'd be surprised what you can adapt to. Besides, the staff on this ship have been wonderful, very accommodating and kind."

He nodded, still unaware that I was part of the cruise ship's VIP experience. "Well, that's good to hear. It's nice to know they take care of their guests so well. But if you ever need anything or some company, I'd be happy to assist."

"Thank you, that's very kind," I responded warmly, touched by his offer. "I might just take you up on that."

As we continued to chat, I found myself enjoying the conversation, appreciating the simple pleasure of connecting with someone new. The sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a bright, inviting light over the deck, and for a moment, I forgot about the cast on my leg, the VIP's. Instead, I focused on the easy conversation, the warmth of the day, and the possibilities that still lay ahead on this cruise.

"I just realized, I haven't introduced myself properly," he said, offering his hand. "I'm David. David Moore."

I returned the handshake, his grip firm but not overwhelming. "Nice to meet you, David. I'm Alyssa."

"Alyssa," he repeated, as if trying out the name. "It suits you. So, are you here on vacation or...?"

I hesitated for a moment, deciding how much to reveal. After all, it was my day off, and I didn't want to dive into work mode just yet.

"Let's just say I'm here to enjoy the cruise," I replied with a playful smile, leaving the details intentionally vague.

David nodded, accepting my answer without pressing for more. "Fair enough. I'm here on a bit of a break myself. Needed to get away from the daily grind, you know?"

"I can definitely relate to that," I said, leaning back in my chair and feeling the sun's warmth on my skin. "Sometimes you just need a change of scenery to recharge."

He looked down at my cast again, this time with a more thoughtful expression. "I'm curious, Alyssa... What happened? How did you end up with that cast? If you don't mind sharing, of course."

I glanced down at the black cast that stretched from my toes to mid-thigh, the memory of the accident still fresh in my mind. "It was a pretty unfortunate mishap," I began, carefully choosing my words. "I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up with a broken leg. But I'm trying to make the best of it."

David nodded sympathetically. "That must have been tough. But I have to say, you're handling it with a lot of grace and beauty."

"Thank you," I replied, genuinely appreciating his kind words. "It's been an adjustment, but I've learned to adapt. Plus, the staff and the VI... the staff here have been amazing. They've really helped me feel comfortable."

"That's great to hear," he said, smiling. "You seem like someone who doesn't let a little thing like a... broken leg slow you down."

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My dream job chapter 8

 My dream job

Chapter 8

"Since I'm blind, my fingers and lips do the exploring," he revealed, his hands slowly reaching out to my healthy leg to illustrate. "I typically start with some gentle touching and caressing, just to get a sense of the texture and feel of the stockings or cast against my skin."

"And then what?" I prompted, my heart beginning to beat faster in anticipation of what was to come.

"From there, I'll often move on to more intimate forms of touch, such as tracing my fingers along the top of your long leg cast, feeling the contrast between the fibre and your bare skin," he continued, his fingers now lightly grazing my skin inches from my vagina.

"Eventually, I'll use my sense of touch and hearing to explore more intimately, enjoying every sensation."

"Mm, that sounds rather... enticing," I murmured, my voice barely more than a breathless whisper. He smiled.

2 hours later, as I made my way back to my room, I couldn't stop replaying the incredible encounter I had just shared. The way he had touched and kissed me, the passion and desire that had coursed through both of us, it was all still so fresh in my mind.

And sure enough, like if the night wasn't already perfect, as I entered my room and closed the door behind me, I found myself greeted by a note left on my bed. Curiosity piqued, I dropped my crutches and hopped on my good leg to the note, I eagerly unfolded the piece of paper, my heart racing with anticipation as my eyes quickly scanned the words written in elegant calligraphy:

"Alyssa, my dear, I hope this note finds you well and that by now you are a pro on those crutches. I trust that your new job in the VIP group is enjoyable. Now, I have a rather exciting proposition for you, one that I believe will be both challenging and rewarding in equal measure."

The note was signed with a single, simple letter: "A". Souvenirs came to my mind, the enigmatic note piqued my interest.

"Please join me in my private cabin this evening at 9 pm. Dress for the occasion in something that accentuates your beautiful black cast. I have something very special planned for us, and I assure you that it will be an experience you will not soon forget."

My heart skipped a beat as I read her words. This was certainly not going to be your typical evening on the cruise ship, but then again, I hadn't really signed up for typical, had I?

"Oh, and Alyssa," the note continued. "One final note: be prepared to step outside of your comfort zone. Tonight, we will be exploring new territories of pleasure, ones that you may never have even considered before. I trust that you are up for the challenge?"

I couldn't help but smile at her words. This was exactly the kind of adventure that I had been craving, one that was filled with excitement, intrigue, and the promise of new and unexpected pleasures.

As I carefully selected an outfit that would showcase my cast and leg to their best advantage, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. The thought of what "A" had in store for us was both exhilarating and more than a little bit nerve-wracking, but I knew that it was an opportunity that I simply couldn't pass up.

And so, after slipping into a very short, black cocktail dress that clung seductively to my curves, I made my way to A's private cabin, my crutches clicking softly against the polished wooden floor as I walked slowly.

I approached the door, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever lay in store for me on the other side. With a final nod to myself, I raised my hand and rapped sharply on the wooden surface, the sound echoing faintly through the quiet corridor.

"Come in," a quiet voice called out from within the cabin, prompting me to push open the door and step inside. The room was dimly lit by a series of flickering candles, casting dancing shadows across the walls and floor. The first thing I saw was a pair of crutches against the wall. In the centre of the space, I could just make out the figure of A, who was reclining on a chaise longue, her curves accentuated by a slinky red negligee. Her eight-month pregnant belly was impossible to miss, and her right leg, obviously broken, was in a pink cast.

"Ah, Alyssa, I'm so glad you came," she said, her voice warm and inviting. "As you can see, between being eight months pregnant and my recent broken leg, I'm in a bit of a vulnerable position. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable."

I moved over to her, my crutches clattering to the floor as I sat down beside her on the chaise longue. "I'm glad I came," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "You look amazing and beautiful being pregnant, even with your cast."

"I'm glad to hear it," she replied, her hand reaching out to gently stroke my cast. "I've been thinking about you, Alyssa. Ever since we met at the gala last year, I've been fantasising about you. Your beauty on the stage, your confidence while dancing in front of 1000's of people, and now your strength with your badly broken leg... it's all so intoxicating."

I blushed at her words, feeling a sudden surge of desire coursing through me. "I've been thinking about you too, since reading your note"

"Good," she said, her hand sliding up my casted thigh, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path towards my wet, aching vagina. "Because I have a very special night planned for us, one that I think you're going to enjoy."

"I'm ready for anything," I said, my breath hitching in my throat as her fingers made contact with my swollen flesh.

With that, she moved her pink cast aside, wincing slightly at the pain in her broken leg, and leaned in, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together, exploring every inch of each other's mouths as our hands roamed over each other's bodies, eager to touch and be touched.

Breaking the kiss, she trailed her lips down my neck, her teeth nibbling gently on my earlobe as her fingers continued to explore between my cast and leg. "You're so wet, Alyssa," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. "I can't wait to taste you."

With that, she slowly slid down my body, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste my wetness. I cried out, my back arching off the chaise longue as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. "Oh, fuck, miss A," I moaned, my hands reaching down to grab her broken leg.

She continued to lick and suck, her fingers sliding in and out of me, aching core as I moaned beneath her. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I felt myself teetering on the brink of release.

And then, with one final flick of her tongue, I was sent spiralling over the edge, my body convulsing with pleasure as I cried out. Panting and spent, I lay back against the chaise longue, my body limp and sated. She looked up at me, a satisfied smile on her face. "I'm glad you enjoyed that,"

"That was incredible."

"I'm glad, because I'm not done with you yet." She kissed me again just like she did last year in her house.

Breaking the kiss, she looked into my eyes. "I want you to ....

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My dream job chapter 7

 My dream job

Chapter 7

"Now it's your turn Mr Baldwin, are you ready for me? Are you ready for us? Remove your blindfold"

I hopped over to him, Mrs Baldwin used my crutches clicking against the floor. I could feel his eyes on me and her. I knelt down between his legs, my hands gently exploring his body. He let out a soft moan as I traced my fingers over his hard penis.

"Do you trust us?" I asked, my voice low and seductive.

"Yes," he breathed, his hips bucking slightly as I continued to touch him and from time to time lick him slowly.

"Good," I said, my lips brushing against his ear. "Because we're going to take you on a wild ride."

I unzipped his pants, freeing his penis. I could feel Mrs. Baldwin's breath on my neck as she knelt down beside me, her hands joining mine in exploring his body.

"You're so hard honey," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear while smiling at him.

"I can't wait to feel you inside me."

I could hear her naked body pressing against his. I took his penis in my hand, stroking it slowly as she kissed him, their tongues dancing together.

"Do you like that?" I asked, my voice seductive.

"Yes," he breathed, his hips bucking slightly as I continued to touch him.

I could hear the sound of Mrs. Baldwin's moans as she ground against him, her wetness coating my cast. I could smell the scent of her arousal, mingling with the scent of his.

"Make love to me" she whispered. "I need you inside me. NOW"

I helped her onto his lap, guiding his large penis inside her. She let out a loud moan as he filled her, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Oh god, yes," she moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Don't stop, don't ever stop."

It didn't take long for her to reach the edge of ecstasy, her entire body trembling with pleasure as she finally tumbled into bliss. As the waves of their orgasm subsided, I looked down at the man who had so skilfully pleased his wife.

"Mmm, I think I've earned a reward for pleasing both of you tonight," I murmured, an idea beginning to form in my mind. He looked up at me, his eyes shining with anticipation as he awaited my next move. I remembered that one of his other fetishes was feet and toes. I lifted my casted leg, placing the foot portion of my long cast on his shoulder.

"Lick her toes," His wife ordered him, her voice dripping with dominance.

He nodded eagerly, and I sighed with pleasure as I felt his tongue swirling around my exposed toes. I had always been fascinated by the sensations that could be evoked from such an intimate act, and I felt aroused by the sensation of his tongue exploring my toes.

"Mmm, that's it," I moaned, my eyes closing in ecstasy. "Now, suck on my big toe."

At the same time I could feel the warmth of her mouth between my cast and leg, I couldn't help but arch my back in pure desire. The sensation of his tongue sliding smoothly in and out of me was....

"Oh, fuck," I groaned when I felt a powerful orgasm rock me.

As we all lay there, panting and spent, I felt a powerful sense of satisfaction. I had always been fascinated by the world of fetishes and kinks, and I couldn't help but feel grateful that my new role on the cruise ship had given me the opportunity to explore them in such a profound way.

But as I lay there, I couldn't help but wonder what new adventures awaited me in the days and weeks to come.

The next day, I was scheduled to meet with my next VIP, a single man in his late thirties. His name was Mr. Kincaid, and from what I had gleaned from the briefing notes provided to me by the cruise line, he was quite the adventurous spirit and I was in for a surprise that was not in the briefing note.

Upon arriving at his suite on my crutches, I gave myself a quick once-over in the hallway mirror, ensuring that the black lace-up corset and thigh-high stockings I had chosen for the occasion accentuated my healthy leg to its fullest extent and covered my cast. With a deep breath, I knocked on the door and waited for a response.

The door opened, and Mr. Kincaid greeted me with a warm smile, his white cane subtly tapping the floor. He was as fit and muscular as his picture had suggested but he was also blind. His sharp blue eyes, though unable to see, seemed to hold an intensity that pierced right through me.

"Alyssa, I presume?" he asked, extending a hand in my direction.

"Yes and very nice to meet you Mr Kincaid," I replied, returning his smile as I shook his hand.

"Please, call me Grant," he insisted, gesturing for me to follow him into the suite.

As we made our way through the luxurious space, I noticed how attuned he was to his surroundings, navigating with ease despite his visual impairment. His eyes seemed to instinctively find where I was, drawn to the sound of my crutches and the rustle of my clothing.

This was going to be so different.

We soon found ourselves seated on the sofa, engaged in a lively conversation about my love of dance and our mutual interest in fashion. I was so intrigued and curious about what the rest of the evening might have in store for us.

"So, Alyssa, I have to admit that I've been quite looking forward to this evening," Grant began, his face turned toward me, eyes unfocused.

"Why is that?" I asked, feigning innocence as I took a sip from the glass of champagne he had poured for me.

"Well," he started, his smile widening, "I've heard so much about you from other VIP's. I was intrigued to finally meet the woman who could make such an impression even with a full leg cast and on crutches."

His words, coupled with the warmth in his voice, made me feel at ease. The evening was off to an interesting start.

"Well, as you might have guessed and read by now, I have a bit of a leg, plaster or fibre cast and stocking fetish," he confessed, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly.

"Now, that's quite interesting," I replied, my own curiosity piqued at this revelation not exactly how a blind man can have such a cast fetish on others. "And how exactly does that manifest itself in your relationships?"

"Well, I find that bare legs, leg cast and stockings can be incredibly sensual to the touch, especially when paired with a woman's natural grace, elegance and intelligence, like you seem to be" he explained, his voice growing huskier by the moment.

"And how do you usually go about exploring this particular fetish with your partners?" I inquired further, my mind already racing with ideas for how we might be able to put his words into action.

"Since I'm blind, my fingers and lips do the exploring," he revealed, his hands slowly reaching out to my healthy leg to illustrate. "I typically start with some gentle touching and caressing, just to get a sense of the texture and feel of the stockings or cast against my skin."

"And then what?" I prompted, my heart beginning to beat faster in anticipation of what was to come.

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