Tyler watched, fascinated, his eyes glued to the perfection that walked in front of him. It had been a very long time since he last saw a full leg cast like the one she modeled on her right leg. Slightly bent at the knee so that she could not stand on her broken leg looked like it was made by a cast lover the way if followed her leg so perfectly.
He had been making his way casually along the street when the long, blonde haired girl had strode purposefully past him on her crutches.
She wore a flared, wide pleated floral mini-skirt that was so short that every third step she took on her crutches the hem bounced with her movement, the barest glimpse of her pink panties was visible at the top of her long, pink cast.
Tyler had adjusted his step to match hers and now followed her along the street, admiring her broken leg and the tight curve of her butt as she strode along, his heart skipping a happy little beat staring at the way she looked so graceful on her crutches.
It’s wasn’t the first time she was on crutches, that was obvious.
Tyler hefted his heavy pack as she stopped at the traffic lights in front of him and rested her broken leg on top of her good foot.
He was on his way to the train station and was delighted to
get such a great view to fill his mind as a prelude to what was likely to be a very boring trip.
He stopped a couple of paces behind and to the right of the girl, giving him a glimpse of the profile of her breasts. She wore a white t-shirt that clung beautifully to her firmed breasts. He glanced up towards her face and blushed as he realised that she was looking back over her shoulder straight at him while standing tall on her crutches. Busted!
The girl smiled at Tyler and he blushed all the more. When the lights changed, she strode off again and Tyler allowed her a couple of paces head start before again settling in behind her to enjoy the show she gave while on crutches.
The further he walked, the more he started to wonder where she was headed. He kept waiting for her to turn off and go her own way, but she continued to head in the direction of the train station, his own destination.
Sure enough, at the final set of lights, she crossed ahead of him
into the station building. As she descended the stairs slowly and carefully, her skirt bounced even more delightfully than it had when she'd walked on the flat pavement.
He caught a longer, more tantalising glimpse beneath her skirt, seeking a little more of the curve of her delightful butt as she crutched down the steps.
Once within the station, she turned to head for the toilets and Tyler realised that he'd finally reached the point where he'd have to go his own way. He sought out the right platform for his train and then made his way aboard to get settled in before his journey.
He glanced at his watch with five minutes to go until departure and then buried his head back in the book. He sensed movement and glanced up.
He was astonished to see the girl that he'd walked behind to get to the train station enter the carriage. She paused at the door, surveying the seating arrangements. Her eyes met Tyler's and lingered. The ends of her mouths turned up delightfully in a smile and she crutched down towards where he was sitting.
Tyler sat transfixed as she approached. When she reached the part of the train where he was seated, she turned to the club seat arrangement on the other side of the train (currently empty) and sat down over by the window, resting her pink cast on the empty seat.
She sat with her back to the rest of the train, leaning into the corner formed by the window. Tyler tore his gaze away and attempted to resume reading his book.
The train departed the station on its long interstate trip and Tyler continued to pour his way through his book. He found concentrating very difficult though, because every time that the girl shifted the position of her broke leg, his eyes were torn from the pages to see her perfect leg cast.
He had a feeling that he was regularly being busted in his looking. He simply avoided looking up at the girl's face to get confirmation.
An hour into the journey, Tyler had managed to settle down somewhat, managing to peer across at the broken beauty in the next seat only every third or so time that she moved.
At least up until the point that he noticed that she had adjusted herself slightly and was now angled directly towards Tyler, her skirt resting across the top of her cast. He was tantalised by the little toes at the end of the cast.
The girl's hand was sliding up and down her pink cast, as she adjusted the position of her broken leg again and Tyler's eyes were glued to the show. This angel was so close to him that it sent his cock rock hard.
The girl was looking straight at him. Once again he found his face warm as a blush painted him red. The girl smiled at him. Tyler was stunned. She had a beautiful smile, her lips, untouched by lipstick parted to reveal white, even teeth and her blue eyes sparkled, seeming to pierce through him as she watched him.
As Tyler held the girl's gaze, she glanced down at her lap. Tyler's eyes automatically followed the direction of her glance. As he looked, she bent over. Her hands were now rubbing the toes at the end of her cast.
Part 2 to come
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
A Special Moment conclusion
She was right. I was so attracted to her cast but her good leg was also very nice to look at. She was playing with her pump like woman often do.
To see her dangling her shoe off the tips of her toes right beside her rigid cast, my eyes will immediately go from the toe cleavage to the arch of her foot, and the space between her sole and her shoe and back to her broken leg. What a view.The alcohol warmed more than her personality.
"I hope you do not mind," she said, as she unbuttoned her jacket exposing her lacy, ivory bra.
"Please, this is your house, make yourself comfortable."
We talked like that for another hour with her inner feelings opened as much as her jacket. It was late, past one when I excused myself for bed.
It was a long day and although I was tired, I knew between her and the couple glasses of wine, I could not sleep. I was wired.
I lay there staring at the ceiling from the light of the full moon listening to the sounds of the house settling for the night when I heard a knock. I propped myself up, covered myself with the sheet, and switched on the light.
"Come in."
"I hoped you were still awake," she said opening the door and entering the room on her crutches with her breast compressed between the crutches.
She wore a short, sheer white nightgown that became transparent in the light. Clearly, I could see her nipples and her full cast. She looked deliciously hot and my penis awakened with the sight of her.
"I'm too wound up to sleep." She said looking so injured and desirable.
I moved the sheet back and she took my cue and got in bed beside me. Dropping her crutches on the floor beside my bed.
"I feel so—"
"Don't. May I hold you?"
"Yes," she said in an exhale and I felt her relax to my touch. She felt good in my arms like she belonged and I took the liberty to gently rub her shoulders, neck, and back down to just above her buttocks.
I so wanted to take away the pain that she felt.
With her head on my chest, she snuggled beneath my arm; she fit perfectly. Her broken leg was touching my leg and when she rested her hand on my stomach with her forearm in contact with my penis.
Well…you know…
We talked for what seemed like hours but it was only a few minutes before we kissed.
I do not remember if she kissed me or if I kissed her; I like to believe that we kissed simultaneously. She was a wonderful kisser. She had these full lips and as soon as our tongues touched, her hand fondled my penis through my briefs.
At first, her touch was ever so gentle, teasing and erotic but soon she grabbed the entire length of me and squeezed gently before reaching her hand down to cup my testicles. From there she moved her hand up my cock, teasing my head before repeating the process. She made me harder than I have ever been. My cock pulsated at the thought of making love to her.
She stopped suddenly, sat up, and removed her nightgown. Seeing her naked form in the moonlight, her silhouette was amazingly beautiful.
I pulled her forward and took her magnificent breasts in my mouth, first one then the other. I reached my hand over her cast feeling the surface of that protecting fabric.
"Make love to me William," she said in a surreal whisper.
"I need to feel you inside me right now."
I rolled her over as I mounted her; she was so wet, so willing, and so ready. I kissed her while feeling her breast and took each one of her nipples between my fingers before sucking them, again. She inserted me inside guiding me with her fingers.
So wet, so warm, and so tight, she felt incredible. We made love very slowly with careful movements, deep thrusts that made her tense her body, arch her back, and scream.
She made me sweat and my muscles ache until I could no longer hold back and exploded deep inside of her. We fell asleep, finally, around 3:30 and slept like that, holding one another, until the alarm went off at 9.
The next morning, when I appeared, finally, in the kitchen, the coffee was ready and she stood at the stove flipping pancakes using only one crutch for support.
She wore this sheer, yellow robe that hid nothing. She had a wonderful ass and her breasts gently swayed with her every movement she took on her crutches or when she just hop around the kitchen, careful not to bang her broken leg.
She had a fabulous body that a broken leg could only accentuate the shapes.
I turned her around to kiss her and her hair and makeup was already done; she was beautiful, and I had not even shaved or showered, yet.
We discussed over coffee what had happened between us realizing that it was best friends being there for each other. She thanked me for my comfort. Both we both knew there was more.
I left later that day with mixed emotions and a heavy heart. In the months that followed I e-mailed her regularly and read her blog to find more hidden gems.
That one physical encounter still haunts my dreams and my desires.
The end
To see her dangling her shoe off the tips of her toes right beside her rigid cast, my eyes will immediately go from the toe cleavage to the arch of her foot, and the space between her sole and her shoe and back to her broken leg. What a view.The alcohol warmed more than her personality.
"I hope you do not mind," she said, as she unbuttoned her jacket exposing her lacy, ivory bra.
"Please, this is your house, make yourself comfortable."
We talked like that for another hour with her inner feelings opened as much as her jacket. It was late, past one when I excused myself for bed.
It was a long day and although I was tired, I knew between her and the couple glasses of wine, I could not sleep. I was wired.
I lay there staring at the ceiling from the light of the full moon listening to the sounds of the house settling for the night when I heard a knock. I propped myself up, covered myself with the sheet, and switched on the light.
"Come in."
"I hoped you were still awake," she said opening the door and entering the room on her crutches with her breast compressed between the crutches.
She wore a short, sheer white nightgown that became transparent in the light. Clearly, I could see her nipples and her full cast. She looked deliciously hot and my penis awakened with the sight of her.
"I'm too wound up to sleep." She said looking so injured and desirable.
I moved the sheet back and she took my cue and got in bed beside me. Dropping her crutches on the floor beside my bed.
"I feel so—"
"Don't. May I hold you?"
"Yes," she said in an exhale and I felt her relax to my touch. She felt good in my arms like she belonged and I took the liberty to gently rub her shoulders, neck, and back down to just above her buttocks.
I so wanted to take away the pain that she felt.
With her head on my chest, she snuggled beneath my arm; she fit perfectly. Her broken leg was touching my leg and when she rested her hand on my stomach with her forearm in contact with my penis.
Well…you know…
We talked for what seemed like hours but it was only a few minutes before we kissed.
I do not remember if she kissed me or if I kissed her; I like to believe that we kissed simultaneously. She was a wonderful kisser. She had these full lips and as soon as our tongues touched, her hand fondled my penis through my briefs.
At first, her touch was ever so gentle, teasing and erotic but soon she grabbed the entire length of me and squeezed gently before reaching her hand down to cup my testicles. From there she moved her hand up my cock, teasing my head before repeating the process. She made me harder than I have ever been. My cock pulsated at the thought of making love to her.
She stopped suddenly, sat up, and removed her nightgown. Seeing her naked form in the moonlight, her silhouette was amazingly beautiful.
I pulled her forward and took her magnificent breasts in my mouth, first one then the other. I reached my hand over her cast feeling the surface of that protecting fabric.
"Make love to me William," she said in a surreal whisper.
"I need to feel you inside me right now."
I rolled her over as I mounted her; she was so wet, so willing, and so ready. I kissed her while feeling her breast and took each one of her nipples between my fingers before sucking them, again. She inserted me inside guiding me with her fingers.
So wet, so warm, and so tight, she felt incredible. We made love very slowly with careful movements, deep thrusts that made her tense her body, arch her back, and scream.
She made me sweat and my muscles ache until I could no longer hold back and exploded deep inside of her. We fell asleep, finally, around 3:30 and slept like that, holding one another, until the alarm went off at 9.
The next morning, when I appeared, finally, in the kitchen, the coffee was ready and she stood at the stove flipping pancakes using only one crutch for support.
She wore this sheer, yellow robe that hid nothing. She had a wonderful ass and her breasts gently swayed with her every movement she took on her crutches or when she just hop around the kitchen, careful not to bang her broken leg.
She had a fabulous body that a broken leg could only accentuate the shapes.
I turned her around to kiss her and her hair and makeup was already done; she was beautiful, and I had not even shaved or showered, yet.
We discussed over coffee what had happened between us realizing that it was best friends being there for each other. She thanked me for my comfort. Both we both knew there was more.
I left later that day with mixed emotions and a heavy heart. In the months that followed I e-mailed her regularly and read her blog to find more hidden gems.
That one physical encounter still haunts my dreams and my desires.
The end
Saturday, January 12, 2008
A Special Moment p1
A Special Moment
Part 1
She was the type of woman you wouldn’t pass without giving her a second glance. There was something special, hard to describe. She was always smiling, shy and yet very confident.
I watched her from across the room on her crutches that I had seen often in pictures that she shared with me. We had never met in real life but we had share so much online.
A very special friendship without any boundaries; physical or intellectual.
Today was her husband funeral. I had never seen him or chat with him. She didn’t talk much about her husband.
She had confided that they were having some problems like most couple encounters in their married life at some point. The fact that she had always worked hard at her marriage and never cheated, made me respect her even more.
She was both respectable and honest. She had become the type of friends that you cherish in your life.
It was difficult to tell her body from the black suit she wore; it made her appear official. The pant leg had a slit to allow her to slide in her long leg cast. The jacket was oversized and buttoned to the top making it difficult to see the outline of her firm breast. I felt weird checking out her physical aspect, especially at his funeral, but it was the first time that I met her and the first time that I had ever met somebody from the internet.
This was special for me, she was special to me
The crowd dwindled leaving a few stragglers talking off to the side. I remember her telling me about her sisters and they were all there. Definitely, she was the best looking of the four, cast or no cast.
That’s how we met. On the internet. She’s the author of a blog about day to day woman having to deal with a leg cast and crutches. We share that interest, passion that some call a fetish.
She agrees that what we have is so much more than sharing a fetish.
So, she looked fantastic standing on her crutches. Her cast was bent at the knee and just floated. Then, again, this was not a glamorous occasion, the funeral of her husband but she had found a classy way to still look amazing. The way she let her leg cast lead the way when walking on her crutches.
She was a pro on them, effortless and yet so dependant.
I made my way from the back and offer her my condolences. It’s
weird to meet her like that. She sent me photos of herself by email but she looked better. So real, mature and yet almost like a dream.
I got a better look of her as I neared. She was so pretty when she smiled. Her smile lit up her face and she had the bedroom eyes.
It made me wonder about all the woman’s that I chatted with over the years that eventually disappear from my life. She was different.
She looked like she had been crying but she was standing tall on her crutches. She was wearing a 1 inch black pump on her good foot. Making her look even better.
Her sisters hovered over her picking lint off her jacket, touching her arm, hugging her, kissing her cheek, pushing an errant hair from her face. I wanted to get her alone but it was now or never.
They all turned to watch my approach. Their stare made me feel naked or that I shouldn’t be there. I smiled a little trying to stay sombrely respectful given the seriousness of the day.
"Hi, I'm..John, an old friend of your husband." I said loosing my guts at the last minute to tell her who I really was.
She looked at me or I should say she looked through me to my heart. She knew who I was. To this day I will never understand how she knew it was me by just looking at me while standing on her crutches and her lovely broken leg in that long cast.
"Yes, I know who you are."
"I'm so very sorry—"
She took both crutches in one hand and she pulled me closer and
I followed her move. She hugged me. I had never experienced this kind of hug before.
Somehow, maybe because she held me so tight, it was comforting, I could feel her breast pressed against my chest and she was using me for support. This time the support was physical.
I had emailed her various messages for support but this was different
I know I can say that now because she felt the same way but it was so erotic at the same time.
Very hard to explain. You might understand.
Still, the hug transgressed any verbal communication between us and, immediately, I felt a close bond with her.
I had one arm around her waist and the other around her back. I could feel her lovely body. She felt firm yet soft, the way a woman should feel. Then, when I looked down I saw her foot in the cast. Her lovely toes at the end of the cast.
Her sisters left us to talk and she asked me to ride with her in the limo. The rest of the morning, I never left her side, and although we did not speak again until after the services, we did not have to speak.
We knew one another's thoughts guiding us and negating the
need for verbal communication.
It was 11pm when the last of her sisters left for the night with a promise to return early the next morning. She asked them to give her some space and that she needed to be alone. Reluctantly, they agreed to wait until she called them to return.
It was late but I did not want to leave her. I felt so close to her. She made me feel good, and I think she felt the same way.
Normally, it takes me time to warm up to someone, but I was
comfortable with her immediately. Maybe, because of the circumstances of our meeting, there were no walls to breakdown and no pretences to overcome; I felt like I knew her all my life.
Somehow, as if she read my mind, standing on her crutches, resting her cast on top of her pump, she asked me to stay. How could I resist. I knew I was in trouble but I wanted to be there for her or for me…this is not clear in my mind.
She said that I could sleep in the guest room. She said that she hated being alone and was glad that I was there with her even if only in the next room.
We switched from coffee to wine and the alcohol did wonders for her. It animated her and she relaxed from her burden of the widow for the first time. She smiled more and even laughed.
She was pretty but not just pretty, there was something mesmerizing about her, the way her emotions revealed her thoughts on her face without her having to utter them. It was just like her stories. Her stories often revealed her deepest emotions.
You could tell she loved life and was going to be OK. She was special, suddenly becoming alive with energy that revealed an inner passion, which gave her a beautiful aura.
She intoxicated me with her being and I felt like I was falling
for her. Something I knew was impossible and yet..
We sat across from one another, she in a Queen Anne chair and me on the sofa. Perfect location to see her full leg cast covering her entire broken leg.
So often doctor don’t realize the multiple utility of a plaster or fiber cast on a woman’s leg. She had a very shapely leg cast and after I complimented her again on her broken leg, she told me that when she broke her arm years ago and was in a full arm cast for 2 months, she gave up gymnastics for ice skating and still skated regularly keeping her legs in good shape.
Part 2 to come
Part 1
She was the type of woman you wouldn’t pass without giving her a second glance. There was something special, hard to describe. She was always smiling, shy and yet very confident.
I watched her from across the room on her crutches that I had seen often in pictures that she shared with me. We had never met in real life but we had share so much online.
A very special friendship without any boundaries; physical or intellectual.
Today was her husband funeral. I had never seen him or chat with him. She didn’t talk much about her husband.
She had confided that they were having some problems like most couple encounters in their married life at some point. The fact that she had always worked hard at her marriage and never cheated, made me respect her even more.
She was both respectable and honest. She had become the type of friends that you cherish in your life.
It was difficult to tell her body from the black suit she wore; it made her appear official. The pant leg had a slit to allow her to slide in her long leg cast. The jacket was oversized and buttoned to the top making it difficult to see the outline of her firm breast. I felt weird checking out her physical aspect, especially at his funeral, but it was the first time that I met her and the first time that I had ever met somebody from the internet.
This was special for me, she was special to me
The crowd dwindled leaving a few stragglers talking off to the side. I remember her telling me about her sisters and they were all there. Definitely, she was the best looking of the four, cast or no cast.
That’s how we met. On the internet. She’s the author of a blog about day to day woman having to deal with a leg cast and crutches. We share that interest, passion that some call a fetish.
She agrees that what we have is so much more than sharing a fetish.
So, she looked fantastic standing on her crutches. Her cast was bent at the knee and just floated. Then, again, this was not a glamorous occasion, the funeral of her husband but she had found a classy way to still look amazing. The way she let her leg cast lead the way when walking on her crutches.
She was a pro on them, effortless and yet so dependant.
I made my way from the back and offer her my condolences. It’s
weird to meet her like that. She sent me photos of herself by email but she looked better. So real, mature and yet almost like a dream.
I got a better look of her as I neared. She was so pretty when she smiled. Her smile lit up her face and she had the bedroom eyes.
It made me wonder about all the woman’s that I chatted with over the years that eventually disappear from my life. She was different.
She looked like she had been crying but she was standing tall on her crutches. She was wearing a 1 inch black pump on her good foot. Making her look even better.
Her sisters hovered over her picking lint off her jacket, touching her arm, hugging her, kissing her cheek, pushing an errant hair from her face. I wanted to get her alone but it was now or never.
They all turned to watch my approach. Their stare made me feel naked or that I shouldn’t be there. I smiled a little trying to stay sombrely respectful given the seriousness of the day.
"Hi, I'm..John, an old friend of your husband." I said loosing my guts at the last minute to tell her who I really was.
She looked at me or I should say she looked through me to my heart. She knew who I was. To this day I will never understand how she knew it was me by just looking at me while standing on her crutches and her lovely broken leg in that long cast.
"Yes, I know who you are."
"I'm so very sorry—"
She took both crutches in one hand and she pulled me closer and
I followed her move. She hugged me. I had never experienced this kind of hug before.
Somehow, maybe because she held me so tight, it was comforting, I could feel her breast pressed against my chest and she was using me for support. This time the support was physical.
I had emailed her various messages for support but this was different
I know I can say that now because she felt the same way but it was so erotic at the same time.
Very hard to explain. You might understand.
Still, the hug transgressed any verbal communication between us and, immediately, I felt a close bond with her.
I had one arm around her waist and the other around her back. I could feel her lovely body. She felt firm yet soft, the way a woman should feel. Then, when I looked down I saw her foot in the cast. Her lovely toes at the end of the cast.
Her sisters left us to talk and she asked me to ride with her in the limo. The rest of the morning, I never left her side, and although we did not speak again until after the services, we did not have to speak.
We knew one another's thoughts guiding us and negating the
need for verbal communication.
It was 11pm when the last of her sisters left for the night with a promise to return early the next morning. She asked them to give her some space and that she needed to be alone. Reluctantly, they agreed to wait until she called them to return.
It was late but I did not want to leave her. I felt so close to her. She made me feel good, and I think she felt the same way.
Normally, it takes me time to warm up to someone, but I was
comfortable with her immediately. Maybe, because of the circumstances of our meeting, there were no walls to breakdown and no pretences to overcome; I felt like I knew her all my life.
Somehow, as if she read my mind, standing on her crutches, resting her cast on top of her pump, she asked me to stay. How could I resist. I knew I was in trouble but I wanted to be there for her or for me…this is not clear in my mind.
She said that I could sleep in the guest room. She said that she hated being alone and was glad that I was there with her even if only in the next room.
We switched from coffee to wine and the alcohol did wonders for her. It animated her and she relaxed from her burden of the widow for the first time. She smiled more and even laughed.
She was pretty but not just pretty, there was something mesmerizing about her, the way her emotions revealed her thoughts on her face without her having to utter them. It was just like her stories. Her stories often revealed her deepest emotions.
You could tell she loved life and was going to be OK. She was special, suddenly becoming alive with energy that revealed an inner passion, which gave her a beautiful aura.
She intoxicated me with her being and I felt like I was falling
for her. Something I knew was impossible and yet..
We sat across from one another, she in a Queen Anne chair and me on the sofa. Perfect location to see her full leg cast covering her entire broken leg.
So often doctor don’t realize the multiple utility of a plaster or fiber cast on a woman’s leg. She had a very shapely leg cast and after I complimented her again on her broken leg, she told me that when she broke her arm years ago and was in a full arm cast for 2 months, she gave up gymnastics for ice skating and still skated regularly keeping her legs in good shape.
Part 2 to come
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Would I have that effect on you?
Would I have that effect on you?
I spied on you when you broke your leg. Your long purple cast was driving me crazy. I crossed my own legs to hide the tormenting arousal springing from the sight of you leading the way with your long leg cast while on crutches.
You licked you lips, standing on crutches, waiting for the next conference speaker. I felt myself harden at the thought of your long leg cast on my lap.
I could visualize you broken leg against me.
I tried to spot you nametag but was much too far away, and the light would never have allowed it anyway. A spotlight flickered and sputtered in my direction. Still, I could not make out you name - though I wouldn't be paying much attention if I did get close to you.
To see you standing in that lovely dress showing off your sexy legs, while keeping the broken one inches from the floor was so nice to see.
I studied you as you moved so easily on your crutches that your shadow enticed me, and with each step you took and the perfect view of your cast, I became more rigid.
Seeing you in that dress looking so professional, gleaming and shimmering, I began to whimper in desperation.
I needed to have you, and no words would ever explain what spending time with you would mean to me. I wanted you.
In reality and in my dreams
You ripped the dress off, making you a raw paradise with your long leg cast, full breast with hard nipples, to my already peaking parts.
You barely gave me time to calm myself before you teased off your bra. Leaving your firms breast in full view. I was surprised to see that you wore no underwear, but of course you had the body that would allow that.
Crutching right towards me wearing only your cast and your smile.
I wondered why I couldn't be with you right now, helping you my injured angel.
My answer came as I felt down the stairs. I felt the bones crackling in my right leg. I was too far at first into my fantasies to note any pain.
Lust and voyeurism had blinded me, though. This goddess, you, who would forever be untouchable to me, became my painkiller, numbing the very pain for which you were the trigger.
My broken leg
The end
I spied on you when you broke your leg. Your long purple cast was driving me crazy. I crossed my own legs to hide the tormenting arousal springing from the sight of you leading the way with your long leg cast while on crutches.
You licked you lips, standing on crutches, waiting for the next conference speaker. I felt myself harden at the thought of your long leg cast on my lap.
I could visualize you broken leg against me.
I tried to spot you nametag but was much too far away, and the light would never have allowed it anyway. A spotlight flickered and sputtered in my direction. Still, I could not make out you name - though I wouldn't be paying much attention if I did get close to you.
To see you standing in that lovely dress showing off your sexy legs, while keeping the broken one inches from the floor was so nice to see.
I studied you as you moved so easily on your crutches that your shadow enticed me, and with each step you took and the perfect view of your cast, I became more rigid.
Seeing you in that dress looking so professional, gleaming and shimmering, I began to whimper in desperation.
I needed to have you, and no words would ever explain what spending time with you would mean to me. I wanted you.
In reality and in my dreams
You ripped the dress off, making you a raw paradise with your long leg cast, full breast with hard nipples, to my already peaking parts.
You barely gave me time to calm myself before you teased off your bra. Leaving your firms breast in full view. I was surprised to see that you wore no underwear, but of course you had the body that would allow that.
Crutching right towards me wearing only your cast and your smile.
I wondered why I couldn't be with you right now, helping you my injured angel.
My answer came as I felt down the stairs. I felt the bones crackling in my right leg. I was too far at first into my fantasies to note any pain.
Lust and voyeurism had blinded me, though. This goddess, you, who would forever be untouchable to me, became my painkiller, numbing the very pain for which you were the trigger.
My broken leg
The end
Thursday, December 27, 2007
The Account Manager conc.
Conclusion
"You are a man of many talents." She said, realizing that she was now being more than casually flirtatious, and hoping that his talents included bedroom skills.
"There is something you need to know. I met Janet, my wife, when I was in grad school and she was an undergrad. We reunited a few
years later---we'd sort of kept in touch. We got married. Her career took off. She decided she didn't want kids. We're dotting the 'i's and crossing the 't's on a divorce agreement.
She moved in and kissed him softly on the lips.
Samantha spoke. "God, I've wanted to do that for a long time."
"Shawn, I'll be frank. I came up here to seduce you, to make love to you. That is so, not who I am that I'm almost ashamed. I can't stop thinking about you"
It was his turn.
"First I haven't stopped thinking about you since that first day you walked into my office on your crutches. At least once you must have felt the boner in my pants when we shared a 'friendly' hug." He knew he was starting to ramble. You are so sexy Samantha and to see you injured with this super hot leg cast was like a dream"
"I don't know what will happen after we live together, spend a lot of time together, find out if this is just my attraction to this lovely lady in a full leg cast or something far more important? My gut and my heart tell me that the answer is obvious to both of us"
He stopped, waiting for her to answer, "Then added, jokingly. "Unless the sex is shitty, and then I guess we know where we stand."
"It's a deal." She replied. "We'll work out the details later. Now carry me and my sexy long cast into that huge bed in the other room and make love to me"
And, taking her wine glass from her hand, he did exactly that. Careful not to band her broken leg, the cast was sexy but it was the only reason her leg would eventual heal and he didn’t want to give any pain to this angel.
It was frenzied, rushed and urgent, at first. Fortunately neither of them had many garments to lose. They made love to each other's bodies with their mouths, fondling and exploring.
She took the first initiative, moving her mouth down his chest.
She desperately needed his cock in her mouth, needed to taste him.
As talented as she was in the fine art of cock sucking, it is doubtful that he could have held back.
He came quickly, having imagined this moment for some time. She moaned lovingly.
He moved down her body and engulfed her hot young cunt with his mouth, expertly working his tongue over her most sensitive female spots. The guy definitely knows how to eat pussy, she thought, as he brought her to a crashing orgasm in a very few seconds. They kissed again, a hot, wet and languorous kiss.
As if in complete harmony, he raised her broken leg to his chest and he quickly entered her while kissing and licking her toes.
This is better than I could ever have imagined. His body feels so damned good; his cock is so damned hard; this man fills me up like no man I've ever known. I don't know that I could even think of living without this. I'm in Love. I sound like some teenage cheerleader with a broken leg, sexy, cute and so horny for this man.
They went on for what seemed like hours, but in any event, it was longer than either of them had ever made love to another person. They came together. That was an awful good sign, she thought, silly as it sounded.
They dozed in each others arms. They had some more wine. She asked him to leave a wake-up call so she wouldn't miss the morning meeting; he laughed, but did as she asked.
As they both responded to the wake up call, she made some minor adjustments in the mirror and prepared to scamper back on crutches to her room to dress for breakfast. Would her roommate ask questions? She thought she would.
"How do we handle the next two days, Shawn? I'm curious." She inquired.
He replied. "Well, we probably should avoid going down on each during the training sessions, but there is no reason we shouldn't be seen together. I probably won't fondle your ass in the hallway, but I'll find it difficult to keep my hands off you."
Each night of the meeting they disappeared as soon as the official part ended, retreating to Shawn's room to make love. The VP noticed that the two of them were spending a lot of time together, when they were around at all. He suspected something and attempted to, 'counsel' his sales manager on what was none of the VPs business.
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"Ladies and gentleman, I'm done here. Have a safe trip home. There's only one more speaker, and he will be brief; he always has been. Folks, welcome the new President and COO, the man who will become CEO and Chairman when I retire or drop dead, Shawn Sutherland."
And with that, the founder exited the stage and waved Shawn up to say a few parting words.
Shawn and Samantha were sitting next to each other. As the founder began his comments, she took Shawn's hand tightly in hers and leaned against his strong shoulders. He gripped her hand as tightly, making no effort to pull away. The charade was almost over. As his name was called, he turned to her, brought her
to her foot with him, wrapped her in his powerful arms and gave her a hard kiss, for all the room to witness. I guess the cat is really out of the bag, she thought to herself. The room cheered, either from the announcement, or the kiss, or maybe both, who knows?
Shawn began to speak. "That young lady you just saw me lip locked with works for me directly, or at least did, until a few seconds ago when my, 'promotion' was announced. I'm sure glad I got promoted before I got fired for having an inappropriate relationship with a subordinate." At that point, the room busted
out in laughter and he owned the place.
Shawn continued. "Seriously, folks, that beautiful young lady is named Samantha Porter; she and I have become very fond of each other over the last few months. We're going to spend a lot of time getting to know each other over the next few months as we both try to figure out if we should make our relationship, very, very permanent. You all will be the first to know if we decide to get
hitched."
With his final comment, he returned to where Samantha was and took her in his arms for a long, tender, wet and surprisingly arousing kiss.
"Do we have time?" She whispered in his ear laughing while rubbing her cast on his leg.
Time passed. Shawn and Samantha quickly realized that they loved each other like no two people had ever loved each other. As they took their evening walk to exercise her left leg, they walked arm in arm along the shore with Samantha still in a walking cast. That was her fourth cast since her accident. A few hundred yards from the new home they had built near the company headquarters, Samantha thought back over the last year while limping badly with Shawn’s help and a cane.
Samantha came back to the present, as she held her cane standing on the rubber portion of her walking cast. She had insisted for a plaster cast to please him. He had this thing for heavy, huge plaster walking cast. Why not..
She became seductive. "Now that I'm a shorter cast, a nice ass fuck standing up wouldn't be so bad. I've missed those since I broke my leg. How about it? 'Want to take advantage of this poor innocent
broken young woman? Have your way with me?"
"Right here and now?" He asked her.
"Why not?" She said. "I love you Shawn. I bless the day you came into my life. I'm a pretty lucky woman."
I love you, Samantha." He responded, lovingly. "And I'm truly the lucky one."
Love and romance turned to lust pretty quickly, as it often did for these two; he took her ass from behind to the soft lap of the water on the lake shore while she stood on her walking cast.
"You've got a great body, young lady." Shawn told her.
"It's yours, my love, anytime you want" She chuckled, as they walked arm in arm together back along the bank to their home.
"OK.. Sam, I missed this long leg cast of yours, I like to see you limp around but you were so desirable on crutches" Shawn said.
It hadn't turned out to be that bad of an accident, after all, Samantha thought limping along on her walking cast.
The end
"You are a man of many talents." She said, realizing that she was now being more than casually flirtatious, and hoping that his talents included bedroom skills.
"There is something you need to know. I met Janet, my wife, when I was in grad school and she was an undergrad. We reunited a few
years later---we'd sort of kept in touch. We got married. Her career took off. She decided she didn't want kids. We're dotting the 'i's and crossing the 't's on a divorce agreement.
She moved in and kissed him softly on the lips.
Samantha spoke. "God, I've wanted to do that for a long time."
"Shawn, I'll be frank. I came up here to seduce you, to make love to you. That is so, not who I am that I'm almost ashamed. I can't stop thinking about you"
It was his turn.
"First I haven't stopped thinking about you since that first day you walked into my office on your crutches. At least once you must have felt the boner in my pants when we shared a 'friendly' hug." He knew he was starting to ramble. You are so sexy Samantha and to see you injured with this super hot leg cast was like a dream"
"I don't know what will happen after we live together, spend a lot of time together, find out if this is just my attraction to this lovely lady in a full leg cast or something far more important? My gut and my heart tell me that the answer is obvious to both of us"
He stopped, waiting for her to answer, "Then added, jokingly. "Unless the sex is shitty, and then I guess we know where we stand."
"It's a deal." She replied. "We'll work out the details later. Now carry me and my sexy long cast into that huge bed in the other room and make love to me"
And, taking her wine glass from her hand, he did exactly that. Careful not to band her broken leg, the cast was sexy but it was the only reason her leg would eventual heal and he didn’t want to give any pain to this angel.
It was frenzied, rushed and urgent, at first. Fortunately neither of them had many garments to lose. They made love to each other's bodies with their mouths, fondling and exploring.
She took the first initiative, moving her mouth down his chest.
She desperately needed his cock in her mouth, needed to taste him.
As talented as she was in the fine art of cock sucking, it is doubtful that he could have held back.
He came quickly, having imagined this moment for some time. She moaned lovingly.
He moved down her body and engulfed her hot young cunt with his mouth, expertly working his tongue over her most sensitive female spots. The guy definitely knows how to eat pussy, she thought, as he brought her to a crashing orgasm in a very few seconds. They kissed again, a hot, wet and languorous kiss.
As if in complete harmony, he raised her broken leg to his chest and he quickly entered her while kissing and licking her toes.
This is better than I could ever have imagined. His body feels so damned good; his cock is so damned hard; this man fills me up like no man I've ever known. I don't know that I could even think of living without this. I'm in Love. I sound like some teenage cheerleader with a broken leg, sexy, cute and so horny for this man.
They went on for what seemed like hours, but in any event, it was longer than either of them had ever made love to another person. They came together. That was an awful good sign, she thought, silly as it sounded.
They dozed in each others arms. They had some more wine. She asked him to leave a wake-up call so she wouldn't miss the morning meeting; he laughed, but did as she asked.
As they both responded to the wake up call, she made some minor adjustments in the mirror and prepared to scamper back on crutches to her room to dress for breakfast. Would her roommate ask questions? She thought she would.
"How do we handle the next two days, Shawn? I'm curious." She inquired.
He replied. "Well, we probably should avoid going down on each during the training sessions, but there is no reason we shouldn't be seen together. I probably won't fondle your ass in the hallway, but I'll find it difficult to keep my hands off you."
Each night of the meeting they disappeared as soon as the official part ended, retreating to Shawn's room to make love. The VP noticed that the two of them were spending a lot of time together, when they were around at all. He suspected something and attempted to, 'counsel' his sales manager on what was none of the VPs business.
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"Ladies and gentleman, I'm done here. Have a safe trip home. There's only one more speaker, and he will be brief; he always has been. Folks, welcome the new President and COO, the man who will become CEO and Chairman when I retire or drop dead, Shawn Sutherland."
And with that, the founder exited the stage and waved Shawn up to say a few parting words.
Shawn and Samantha were sitting next to each other. As the founder began his comments, she took Shawn's hand tightly in hers and leaned against his strong shoulders. He gripped her hand as tightly, making no effort to pull away. The charade was almost over. As his name was called, he turned to her, brought her
to her foot with him, wrapped her in his powerful arms and gave her a hard kiss, for all the room to witness. I guess the cat is really out of the bag, she thought to herself. The room cheered, either from the announcement, or the kiss, or maybe both, who knows?
Shawn began to speak. "That young lady you just saw me lip locked with works for me directly, or at least did, until a few seconds ago when my, 'promotion' was announced. I'm sure glad I got promoted before I got fired for having an inappropriate relationship with a subordinate." At that point, the room busted
out in laughter and he owned the place.
Shawn continued. "Seriously, folks, that beautiful young lady is named Samantha Porter; she and I have become very fond of each other over the last few months. We're going to spend a lot of time getting to know each other over the next few months as we both try to figure out if we should make our relationship, very, very permanent. You all will be the first to know if we decide to get
hitched."
With his final comment, he returned to where Samantha was and took her in his arms for a long, tender, wet and surprisingly arousing kiss.
"Do we have time?" She whispered in his ear laughing while rubbing her cast on his leg.
Time passed. Shawn and Samantha quickly realized that they loved each other like no two people had ever loved each other. As they took their evening walk to exercise her left leg, they walked arm in arm along the shore with Samantha still in a walking cast. That was her fourth cast since her accident. A few hundred yards from the new home they had built near the company headquarters, Samantha thought back over the last year while limping badly with Shawn’s help and a cane.
Samantha came back to the present, as she held her cane standing on the rubber portion of her walking cast. She had insisted for a plaster cast to please him. He had this thing for heavy, huge plaster walking cast. Why not..
She became seductive. "Now that I'm a shorter cast, a nice ass fuck standing up wouldn't be so bad. I've missed those since I broke my leg. How about it? 'Want to take advantage of this poor innocent
broken young woman? Have your way with me?"
"Right here and now?" He asked her.
"Why not?" She said. "I love you Shawn. I bless the day you came into my life. I'm a pretty lucky woman."
I love you, Samantha." He responded, lovingly. "And I'm truly the lucky one."
Love and romance turned to lust pretty quickly, as it often did for these two; he took her ass from behind to the soft lap of the water on the lake shore while she stood on her walking cast.
"You've got a great body, young lady." Shawn told her.
"It's yours, my love, anytime you want" She chuckled, as they walked arm in arm together back along the bank to their home.
"OK.. Sam, I missed this long leg cast of yours, I like to see you limp around but you were so desirable on crutches" Shawn said.
It hadn't turned out to be that bad of an accident, after all, Samantha thought limping along on her walking cast.
The end
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
The Account Manager p4
She sensed that he was busy and didn't have time for further chat. They shook hands and she left.
He said he had missed me. Missed me as a competent young sales rep? Missed me in a more personal way? I missed him too, more than he could possibly know, she thought as she drove home.
They did not travel together before the sales meeting. She was disappointed that he wasn't on her flight.
She arrived at the resort, checked in and went to a welcoming reception. She still didn't see Shawn. Someone told her that all of the managers were in a meeting. Shit.
This was a, 'business casual' meeting. She was wearing, 'business shorts'. He seemed genuinely pleased to see her. God, he looked good. Those damned eyes just look right through me. That smile could melt ice. She was moist again.
The meeting was boring.
The meeting broke up, and they all went back to their rooms to get ready for the big dinner. Everyone shared a room at these events; her roommate was a mousy young woman of about her age with whom she had nothing in common, but she was nice and they got along together fine. I guess not much fucking goes on at these meetings, since everyone shares a room, she thought.
At dinner, they sat by offices in the same section of the ball room. She wished she could have sat next to Shawn. There were name cards---assigned seating. He wasn't even at the same table, but did make the rounds and chat with each attendee. She wished she could have him to herself. Stop it.
After the dinner, when all of the big wigs had given their meaningless speeches, everyone gravitated to one of the many bars within the hotel. She lost track of Shawn. She saw him in one bar, obviously in deep conversation with the VP and some HQ folks; she decided not to interrupt.
Later she contemplated her next move. She went to a house phone and asked to be connected to his room, not exactly sure what she was going to say to him. She just knew she had to talk to him---hear his voice.
"Shawn Sutherland." He answered.
"Shawn, hi, it's Samantha." She hesitated. "Are you turning in for the night or are you coming back down?" She inquired, desperately hoping the answer was no, that he wasn't gone for the evening.
He paused, then spoke. "Once the liquor flows, I tend to sneak out; it's not my favorite part of the meeting. I went to the hotel gym and worked out---fabulous, by the way---took a shower and changed into shorts."
Then, after another brief pause, he continued. "I really missed talking to you."
"Samantha." He said, almost cautiously. "I'm not coming back down, but you're welcome to come up and rest your broken leg and shoulders and.. I'd love to see you. This is more of a suite than a regular room so it's not like you'd have to sit on one of the beds, or anything."
"I'd like that." She said softly, trying to hide the hint in her voice that she would more than like that, tickled at his concern for her modesty.
"Feel free to change into, 'non-business casual' or, 'grubbies' if you like whatever will be comfortable with your big cast. How long do you need? Does twenty minutes sound realistic?" He asked.
"It's a date." She replied, immediately regretting her choice of words.
"See 'ya." He said, and the phone clicked off.
What the hell was she going to wear? She chose a pair of nylon running shorts. Her ass looked good enough to eat in them; they were short, and showed off her magnificent cast. He was obviously interested and intrigue about how he would make love to this injured woman...Just kidding
Yes she was going to play the broken leg card. A tank top. A sleeveless tank top. No bra, she didn't need one with her first breast. Underwear. Fuck it, she hated underwear. Sandal.
Looking in the full length mirror as she prepared to leave her room, she surveyed the result on her crutches. She looked
damned fine.
Arriving at Shawn's door, she checked herself out in the hallway mirror one last time. God that cast was long.
She knocked on the door, still not sure what was going to happen, but having high hopes. Hopes of what, he is married and you don’t have sex with married man?
He jerked open the door; there he was. She was again moving from moist to wet, almost regretting not wearing underwear.
"Hi, babe, good to see 'ya!" He exclaimed and led her into the room.
Was that just a friendly, 'babe' or something more? The room was exquisite. It was large, it had a separate sitting room, a balcony with a door that actually opened and a huge whirlpool tub in the bathroom which stepped up into a walk in shower.
"So this is how management lives?" she playfully inquired. Standing there she realized that her crutches she pushing on her breasts.
"Not really." He replied. "I paid for the upgrade out of my own pocket. I'm getting too old for roommates and it gives me a place to meet with members of our team---like you, for example."
They sat on the couch, not really a sofa, but bigger than a love seat. There were two wine glasses on the coffee table.
"You want a pillow for your leg and Can I pour you a glass?"
"By all means yes to the wine and no to the pillow. My leg is fine. Just have to give it time to heal" She responded, realizing, as she spoke that she was sliding toward sultry. The wine was amazing.
He said he had missed me. Missed me as a competent young sales rep? Missed me in a more personal way? I missed him too, more than he could possibly know, she thought as she drove home.
They did not travel together before the sales meeting. She was disappointed that he wasn't on her flight.
She arrived at the resort, checked in and went to a welcoming reception. She still didn't see Shawn. Someone told her that all of the managers were in a meeting. Shit.
This was a, 'business casual' meeting. She was wearing, 'business shorts'. He seemed genuinely pleased to see her. God, he looked good. Those damned eyes just look right through me. That smile could melt ice. She was moist again.
The meeting was boring.
The meeting broke up, and they all went back to their rooms to get ready for the big dinner. Everyone shared a room at these events; her roommate was a mousy young woman of about her age with whom she had nothing in common, but she was nice and they got along together fine. I guess not much fucking goes on at these meetings, since everyone shares a room, she thought.
At dinner, they sat by offices in the same section of the ball room. She wished she could have sat next to Shawn. There were name cards---assigned seating. He wasn't even at the same table, but did make the rounds and chat with each attendee. She wished she could have him to herself. Stop it.
After the dinner, when all of the big wigs had given their meaningless speeches, everyone gravitated to one of the many bars within the hotel. She lost track of Shawn. She saw him in one bar, obviously in deep conversation with the VP and some HQ folks; she decided not to interrupt.
Later she contemplated her next move. She went to a house phone and asked to be connected to his room, not exactly sure what she was going to say to him. She just knew she had to talk to him---hear his voice.
"Shawn Sutherland." He answered.
"Shawn, hi, it's Samantha." She hesitated. "Are you turning in for the night or are you coming back down?" She inquired, desperately hoping the answer was no, that he wasn't gone for the evening.
He paused, then spoke. "Once the liquor flows, I tend to sneak out; it's not my favorite part of the meeting. I went to the hotel gym and worked out---fabulous, by the way---took a shower and changed into shorts."
Then, after another brief pause, he continued. "I really missed talking to you."
"Samantha." He said, almost cautiously. "I'm not coming back down, but you're welcome to come up and rest your broken leg and shoulders and.. I'd love to see you. This is more of a suite than a regular room so it's not like you'd have to sit on one of the beds, or anything."
"I'd like that." She said softly, trying to hide the hint in her voice that she would more than like that, tickled at his concern for her modesty.
"Feel free to change into, 'non-business casual' or, 'grubbies' if you like whatever will be comfortable with your big cast. How long do you need? Does twenty minutes sound realistic?" He asked.
"It's a date." She replied, immediately regretting her choice of words.
"See 'ya." He said, and the phone clicked off.
What the hell was she going to wear? She chose a pair of nylon running shorts. Her ass looked good enough to eat in them; they were short, and showed off her magnificent cast. He was obviously interested and intrigue about how he would make love to this injured woman...Just kidding
Yes she was going to play the broken leg card. A tank top. A sleeveless tank top. No bra, she didn't need one with her first breast. Underwear. Fuck it, she hated underwear. Sandal.
Looking in the full length mirror as she prepared to leave her room, she surveyed the result on her crutches. She looked
damned fine.
Arriving at Shawn's door, she checked herself out in the hallway mirror one last time. God that cast was long.
She knocked on the door, still not sure what was going to happen, but having high hopes. Hopes of what, he is married and you don’t have sex with married man?
He jerked open the door; there he was. She was again moving from moist to wet, almost regretting not wearing underwear.
"Hi, babe, good to see 'ya!" He exclaimed and led her into the room.
Was that just a friendly, 'babe' or something more? The room was exquisite. It was large, it had a separate sitting room, a balcony with a door that actually opened and a huge whirlpool tub in the bathroom which stepped up into a walk in shower.
"So this is how management lives?" she playfully inquired. Standing there she realized that her crutches she pushing on her breasts.
"Not really." He replied. "I paid for the upgrade out of my own pocket. I'm getting too old for roommates and it gives me a place to meet with members of our team---like you, for example."
They sat on the couch, not really a sofa, but bigger than a love seat. There were two wine glasses on the coffee table.
"You want a pillow for your leg and Can I pour you a glass?"
"By all means yes to the wine and no to the pillow. My leg is fine. Just have to give it time to heal" She responded, realizing, as she spoke that she was sliding toward sultry. The wine was amazing.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
The Account Manager p3
Part 3
"Thank you." She responded, amazed and gratified. With no thought of anything other than their recent success, she looked at him, giving him a peck on the cheek.
As soon as she did it, she worried for a second about how he might respond. Thankfully, he returned with a hug, very lightly brushing her hair with his lips. It was not romantic and it was not inappropriate, it was a friendly, tender gesture. He just hugged her, sharing in her delight at their success.
Even for an instant, Samantha thought, it felt really good.
He held her a split second longer than she had expected. He broke the embrace, and helped her in the car to end the day.
"Samantha, this was fun. You've got this stuff pretty well figured out, and I'd love to work with you more often." He got more serious.
"Unfortunately, I've got nine other reps to work with and evaluate. It's no secret that not all of them were cut out for this job. Over the next two or three days, give me a list of those you want to keep and those you want to lose; I'll seriously consider your input in my decision. How's that sound?" Shawn said.
She couldn't believe it. Thing were happening very quickly. She was thrilled.
"Sounds fantastic!" She answered. She hoped she had not come across as too excited.
As they drove back, she realized that she had allowed her skirt to
slide up a bit immodestly. Was he checking out her legs? If he was, he was getting a pretty nice thigh and cast shot.
He was checking out her broken leg, she was sure of it, when they were in his office. She knew she had great legs; they were tight and firm but now with the cast and all.
Her pussy was pretty amazing too, and she noticed, not unpleasantly, moist. Stop that, she thought. You're getting into evil thoughts again.
The awkward moment as they exited his car she needed his hand to slide out the cast from his car. She felt his fingers touch her toes. Do I invite him up? No, that would be totally inappropriate, although she remembered from her sales training that sales managers were supposed to inspect home offices.
What's the protocol here?
He solved the problem by telling her that he had to go meet one of the senior guys to have dinner with a customer. With no awkwardness, he hugged her, taking the initiative, this time. It was a quick, 'business' hug, but once again, she marveled at the strength under those expensive business clothes. She liked that idea.
He gracefully stepped into the driver's seat of the Mercedes, and he was gone.
She walked up to her empty apartment on her crutches swinging her long cast, threw her work shit on the dining room table and stripped. She hated clothes, particularly business suits. Naked, wearing only her purple cast she hopped on her right leg to the kitchen and opened a decent bottle of wine, one of the few luxuries she allowed herself. Did he drink? Did he like wine? She wanted to know so much more about him.
What she had learned already caused her hand to drop between her legs to her exquisite, tightly trimmed, blond pussy. She started the motion that was so familiar to her; as her pussy began to pass just moist, she began to fantasize about fucking this man she had just spent the day with. Her long leg cast up in the air while he came hard inside her.
As she was getting dressed for work a couple of hours later, it occurred to her that masturbating while thinking about Shawn fucking her was as close as she would ever get to the real thing. He was her boss. He was married, married, married! Samantha did not, never had, never intended to, go to bed with someone else's husband.
Over the next few weeks, she saw him when she was in the office---made a point of stopping by his office, even if just for a second.
He came out to the customer service area to speak to her on one of her office visits.
"Samantha, have you got a minute? Stop by my office, when you get done here." He said.
His visage was grim as she entered his office. "This has been a brutal few weeks, but the bleeding is over." He told her.
He briefed her on who had left or was leaving and who was not. He slid an account list over to her.
"This is your new account list. Get with the former reps and work out an introduction schedule. The ones leaving will cooperate---if they don't, I need to know, it directly impacts their severance and benefits---any questions?" He looked at her for a response.
Samantha replied. "This looks great, I'll get on it." Using her crutches to get up on her good leg.
Shawn replied. "On a lighter note I've missed you. Also, the big sales meeting is coming up. As usual it's at a four star resort, Do you have any questions?"
Part 4 to come
"Thank you." She responded, amazed and gratified. With no thought of anything other than their recent success, she looked at him, giving him a peck on the cheek.
As soon as she did it, she worried for a second about how he might respond. Thankfully, he returned with a hug, very lightly brushing her hair with his lips. It was not romantic and it was not inappropriate, it was a friendly, tender gesture. He just hugged her, sharing in her delight at their success.
Even for an instant, Samantha thought, it felt really good.
He held her a split second longer than she had expected. He broke the embrace, and helped her in the car to end the day.
"Samantha, this was fun. You've got this stuff pretty well figured out, and I'd love to work with you more often." He got more serious.
"Unfortunately, I've got nine other reps to work with and evaluate. It's no secret that not all of them were cut out for this job. Over the next two or three days, give me a list of those you want to keep and those you want to lose; I'll seriously consider your input in my decision. How's that sound?" Shawn said.
She couldn't believe it. Thing were happening very quickly. She was thrilled.
"Sounds fantastic!" She answered. She hoped she had not come across as too excited.
As they drove back, she realized that she had allowed her skirt to
slide up a bit immodestly. Was he checking out her legs? If he was, he was getting a pretty nice thigh and cast shot.
He was checking out her broken leg, she was sure of it, when they were in his office. She knew she had great legs; they were tight and firm but now with the cast and all.
Her pussy was pretty amazing too, and she noticed, not unpleasantly, moist. Stop that, she thought. You're getting into evil thoughts again.
The awkward moment as they exited his car she needed his hand to slide out the cast from his car. She felt his fingers touch her toes. Do I invite him up? No, that would be totally inappropriate, although she remembered from her sales training that sales managers were supposed to inspect home offices.
What's the protocol here?
He solved the problem by telling her that he had to go meet one of the senior guys to have dinner with a customer. With no awkwardness, he hugged her, taking the initiative, this time. It was a quick, 'business' hug, but once again, she marveled at the strength under those expensive business clothes. She liked that idea.
He gracefully stepped into the driver's seat of the Mercedes, and he was gone.
She walked up to her empty apartment on her crutches swinging her long cast, threw her work shit on the dining room table and stripped. She hated clothes, particularly business suits. Naked, wearing only her purple cast she hopped on her right leg to the kitchen and opened a decent bottle of wine, one of the few luxuries she allowed herself. Did he drink? Did he like wine? She wanted to know so much more about him.
What she had learned already caused her hand to drop between her legs to her exquisite, tightly trimmed, blond pussy. She started the motion that was so familiar to her; as her pussy began to pass just moist, she began to fantasize about fucking this man she had just spent the day with. Her long leg cast up in the air while he came hard inside her.
As she was getting dressed for work a couple of hours later, it occurred to her that masturbating while thinking about Shawn fucking her was as close as she would ever get to the real thing. He was her boss. He was married, married, married! Samantha did not, never had, never intended to, go to bed with someone else's husband.
Over the next few weeks, she saw him when she was in the office---made a point of stopping by his office, even if just for a second.
He came out to the customer service area to speak to her on one of her office visits.
"Samantha, have you got a minute? Stop by my office, when you get done here." He said.
His visage was grim as she entered his office. "This has been a brutal few weeks, but the bleeding is over." He told her.
He briefed her on who had left or was leaving and who was not. He slid an account list over to her.
"This is your new account list. Get with the former reps and work out an introduction schedule. The ones leaving will cooperate---if they don't, I need to know, it directly impacts their severance and benefits---any questions?" He looked at her for a response.
Samantha replied. "This looks great, I'll get on it." Using her crutches to get up on her good leg.
Shawn replied. "On a lighter note I've missed you. Also, the big sales meeting is coming up. As usual it's at a four star resort, Do you have any questions?"
Part 4 to come
Friday, December 21, 2007
The Account Manager p2
He asked her the usual questions about her previous life, her family, college experiences and yes her broken leg. She never felt as if she was being grilled or evaluated. He paid attention; he maintained eye contact; he seemed genuinely interested in her and in her leg cast.
She noticed when he looked at her toes at the end of the cast. Those eyes; they're blue, but a lighter blue then mine. They're easy to look at, but penetrating at the same time. As she related her life accomplishments and her experiences since coming to work for the company, she took the opportunity to check him out.
Samantha stood about five foot eight inches, just nearing six feet in her heels. Shawn, she guessed, was just a hair over six feet, maybe six one.
She got back to his eyes. His eyes were more powder blue; 'bedroom eyes' she thought; they had a crinkle at the edges that hinted at playfulness. She caught herself from drifting off into inappropriate thoughts.
Casually, she asked about his wife and kids—if there were little ones. He gave her a brief synopsis, not with any discernible emotion, but the smile had faded, ever so slightly.
"Janet has her own career; she's a lawyer" He told her.
"She was invited to become a clerk for a District Judge, an opportunity that would have been impossible to refuse. She won't be joining me on this move. There are no little ones." And at that statement, she noted a hint of sadness which passed quickly.
Shawn continued. "So, Samantha, I need to let you get out of here so you can go make the corporation lots of money!" He smiled.
"Let's compare calendars, and see how quickly we can schedule travel time together."
They compared calendars and found a good date later the same week, a day on which she worked with her most significant, but also most demanding, customers.
As she rose to leave, he took her hand to help her for balance while she positioned her crutches under her arms.
"Thank you for coming in to see me with your bad leg and all; I really enjoyed getting to know you a bit and look forward to working with you on Thursday."
He said the words warmly, with no hint of flirtation, as he walked her to the building's front door. Nice touch, she thought. The guy's got style. As her customer service rep had commented, he was cute, no he was hot. In any event, he was a nice looking man.
As she drove off to begin her day she was pleased. When a manager traveled with a sales rep, it was customary for them to meet
someplace that was reasonably convenient for both of them.
Samantha was renting a small apartment about an hour from the office which was conveniently located to her primary customers. She had no idea where Shawn lived, or if had even found a house.
He offered to meet her at her place and drive them there. This was a pretty typical arrangement. He told Samantha where he lived; she gave him directions to her apartment complex.
Wednesday evening, she wasn't sure if he would come to the door, or she would walk down and meet him. Just in case, she cleaned the small apartment and put out fresh flowers. Early the next morning, as it turned out, she saw him drive up and decided to meet him in the parking lot.
His car was a late model foreign sedan; as she walked on her crutches toward him, she realized it was a Benz, but not a model she was familiar with. It was big. She had a reasonably new Japanese SUV since her accident.
He looked really good. He greeted her warmly. She gave him an overview of the planned schedule and as he opened the passenger door she slid her cast inside the car and got in. He took her crutches and places them in the back seat
She was wearing a really nice business suit. She looked damned good, she thought to herself; hot, but classy, business hot, not trashy hot. Broken leg but under control yet just a bit helpless.
The day went very well for her, for the most part. Shawn never tried to take over a particular sales call. His comments in the car following an appointment were helpful and reassuring, not critical.
During one crucial presentation, she started to sense that she was losing it. Her leg after a full day of movement was starting to ache. She lost her concentration.
Shawn immediately had sensed she was starting to struggle. He calmly asked her a couple of questions to get her back on track. While she was rewinding, he filled the potential dead space with the customer. Out of the corner of his eye, sensing that she was on track, he handed it back to her. She closed the sale successfully.
Returning to the car slowly, she apologized for almost blowing the sale.
"Samantha, don't apologize, you 'done good' in there. It's a very difficult concept to get across to our customers. I've seen that presentation completely mangled; I am as familiar with this product as if I'd I invented it." He paused a moment, as if reflecting on something.
"Anyway, I know this product inside and out, but I would have never been able to do this type of presentation while on crutches. Well, correction, It must have been really hard for your customer to concentrate the way you look in that leg cast. You are a very beautiful woman Samantha" Shawn told her.
He continued. "Look, Samantha, you've got good instincts, you showed that all day. You understand the business and analyze the situation well. The customers like you they respect you. They listen to you. Not every presentation goes by the script; I'm glad I was there to help you get your motor running smoothly again.
That is really what my job is all about."
She noticed when he looked at her toes at the end of the cast. Those eyes; they're blue, but a lighter blue then mine. They're easy to look at, but penetrating at the same time. As she related her life accomplishments and her experiences since coming to work for the company, she took the opportunity to check him out.
Samantha stood about five foot eight inches, just nearing six feet in her heels. Shawn, she guessed, was just a hair over six feet, maybe six one.
She got back to his eyes. His eyes were more powder blue; 'bedroom eyes' she thought; they had a crinkle at the edges that hinted at playfulness. She caught herself from drifting off into inappropriate thoughts.
Casually, she asked about his wife and kids—if there were little ones. He gave her a brief synopsis, not with any discernible emotion, but the smile had faded, ever so slightly.
"Janet has her own career; she's a lawyer" He told her.
"She was invited to become a clerk for a District Judge, an opportunity that would have been impossible to refuse. She won't be joining me on this move. There are no little ones." And at that statement, she noted a hint of sadness which passed quickly.
Shawn continued. "So, Samantha, I need to let you get out of here so you can go make the corporation lots of money!" He smiled.
"Let's compare calendars, and see how quickly we can schedule travel time together."
They compared calendars and found a good date later the same week, a day on which she worked with her most significant, but also most demanding, customers.
As she rose to leave, he took her hand to help her for balance while she positioned her crutches under her arms.
"Thank you for coming in to see me with your bad leg and all; I really enjoyed getting to know you a bit and look forward to working with you on Thursday."
He said the words warmly, with no hint of flirtation, as he walked her to the building's front door. Nice touch, she thought. The guy's got style. As her customer service rep had commented, he was cute, no he was hot. In any event, he was a nice looking man.
As she drove off to begin her day she was pleased. When a manager traveled with a sales rep, it was customary for them to meet
someplace that was reasonably convenient for both of them.
Samantha was renting a small apartment about an hour from the office which was conveniently located to her primary customers. She had no idea where Shawn lived, or if had even found a house.
He offered to meet her at her place and drive them there. This was a pretty typical arrangement. He told Samantha where he lived; she gave him directions to her apartment complex.
Wednesday evening, she wasn't sure if he would come to the door, or she would walk down and meet him. Just in case, she cleaned the small apartment and put out fresh flowers. Early the next morning, as it turned out, she saw him drive up and decided to meet him in the parking lot.
His car was a late model foreign sedan; as she walked on her crutches toward him, she realized it was a Benz, but not a model she was familiar with. It was big. She had a reasonably new Japanese SUV since her accident.
He looked really good. He greeted her warmly. She gave him an overview of the planned schedule and as he opened the passenger door she slid her cast inside the car and got in. He took her crutches and places them in the back seat
She was wearing a really nice business suit. She looked damned good, she thought to herself; hot, but classy, business hot, not trashy hot. Broken leg but under control yet just a bit helpless.
The day went very well for her, for the most part. Shawn never tried to take over a particular sales call. His comments in the car following an appointment were helpful and reassuring, not critical.
During one crucial presentation, she started to sense that she was losing it. Her leg after a full day of movement was starting to ache. She lost her concentration.
Shawn immediately had sensed she was starting to struggle. He calmly asked her a couple of questions to get her back on track. While she was rewinding, he filled the potential dead space with the customer. Out of the corner of his eye, sensing that she was on track, he handed it back to her. She closed the sale successfully.
Returning to the car slowly, she apologized for almost blowing the sale.
"Samantha, don't apologize, you 'done good' in there. It's a very difficult concept to get across to our customers. I've seen that presentation completely mangled; I am as familiar with this product as if I'd I invented it." He paused a moment, as if reflecting on something.
"Anyway, I know this product inside and out, but I would have never been able to do this type of presentation while on crutches. Well, correction, It must have been really hard for your customer to concentrate the way you look in that leg cast. You are a very beautiful woman Samantha" Shawn told her.
He continued. "Look, Samantha, you've got good instincts, you showed that all day. You understand the business and analyze the situation well. The customers like you they respect you. They listen to you. Not every presentation goes by the script; I'm glad I was there to help you get your motor running smoothly again.
That is really what my job is all about."
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
The Account Manager p1
Account Manager
Part 1
tha Porter pulled into the parking lot of her company's local office. She had worked for the company for over eleven months; she had become more than a little disillusioned. She had a first class education and she'd gone there to get away from the damned weather in the Northeast. No more skiing and yet here she would be struggling to get the long leg cast out of her car again and get her crutches in position. The leg that she broke in a bad car accident.
It was late, way past midnight. She was blindsided about 2 minutes from her condo driving her Porsche. She was wearing her seatbelt if not she would be dead. She knew something was terribly wrong with her leg, compound fracture, multiple breaks of the tibia and fibula. Surgery to install two plates, bolts, screws.
She won’t walk for a very long time but at she’s done with traction and moves around like a pro on her crutches.
Samantha was a looker; some might even say a 'knock-out'. She turned heads. In heel (Yes she still wearing heel on her right foot, even on crutches), she was taller than most men.
She had some work to do in the office, but was here primarily to meet her new boss, the new sales manager. The previous sales manager had been a total jerk.
Samantha checked her makeup in the rear view mirror. While crutching toward the front reception, she examined her reflection
in the mirrored glass at the front of the building.
She had a full head of naturally wavy, dark blond hair---her true color. Her breasts were full and firm.
With deep blue eyes, decent cheekbones and a great smile. Her right leg was long and tanned and her butt turned heads wherever she went. Her left leg was bent at the knee in a purple cast covering her whole leg. She loved to feel the cast way high on her leg.
This was her best business suit and she looked both professional and sexy when she wore it.
She greeted the receptionist at the front desk warmly and made her way to her customer service rep, or at least the woman she, 'shared' with two other reps. This lady had been more helpful to her than anyone else in the place.
"How’s your broken leg Samantha?"
"Forget about the leg dear, what's he like?" She asked, almost in a whisper, standing on crutches with her legs kinda cross like sexy woman do standing.
"On first impression, he seems very nice." The woman replied.
"He took the time to come in early and spend time with all of the office staff. He went around to every desk and introduced himself. He's definitely an improvement."
The older woman continued. "He's also a cutie." She stated in a confidential
They both laughed. Samantha worked her way over to the new guy's secretary on her crutches.
"Can I get a few minutes with the, 'boss'?" She inquired.
"Absolutely, Samantha, Shawn's been expecting you. He's not on the phone, let me get the door and you just go on in." The secretary told her, adding in a hushed tone. "You're going to
like him!" while holding on to the door.
She walked on her crutches through the open door.
"Samantha!" He exclaimed. "It's great to meet you; I'm Shawn. Shawn Sutherland."
And as he spoke, he moved from behind the desk and came over to shake her hand. His movement was smooth and fluid, almost like jungle cat on the prowl, nothing awkward or uncoordinated.
Her new boss guided her toward the long couch which faced the
desk; that was new. Previously there had been very uncomfortable, straight back, office chairs where the couch now resided.
"How do you take your coffee?" Shawn asked.
Without even thinking, she replied. "Black, I like my coffee black."
"Good choice, I'm ready for a refill. Can I get you a cup?" He asked.
"That would be great." She replied, assuming that he would direct his secretary to scurry to the conference room next door to procure the java, as the prior jerk and the VP would have done.
"Make yourself comfortable. Would you like a chair to rest your broken leg " Shawn said
"No thank you, I will be fine"
Shawn moved out the door to get coffee for both of them.
I'm impressed, she thought to herself. Shawn returned with two steaming mugs of fresh coffee.
"Sorry it took so long." He said apologetically. "I had to start a new pot."
As he handed her the coffee, he took a seat at the other end of the couch, not behind his desk---another surprise. He assumed a relaxed posture, turning toward her with his body, open and friendly. They began to chat.
Pat 2 to come
Part 1
tha Porter pulled into the parking lot of her company's local office. She had worked for the company for over eleven months; she had become more than a little disillusioned. She had a first class education and she'd gone there to get away from the damned weather in the Northeast. No more skiing and yet here she would be struggling to get the long leg cast out of her car again and get her crutches in position. The leg that she broke in a bad car accident.
It was late, way past midnight. She was blindsided about 2 minutes from her condo driving her Porsche. She was wearing her seatbelt if not she would be dead. She knew something was terribly wrong with her leg, compound fracture, multiple breaks of the tibia and fibula. Surgery to install two plates, bolts, screws.
She won’t walk for a very long time but at she’s done with traction and moves around like a pro on her crutches.
Samantha was a looker; some might even say a 'knock-out'. She turned heads. In heel (Yes she still wearing heel on her right foot, even on crutches), she was taller than most men.
She had some work to do in the office, but was here primarily to meet her new boss, the new sales manager. The previous sales manager had been a total jerk.
Samantha checked her makeup in the rear view mirror. While crutching toward the front reception, she examined her reflection
in the mirrored glass at the front of the building.
She had a full head of naturally wavy, dark blond hair---her true color. Her breasts were full and firm.
With deep blue eyes, decent cheekbones and a great smile. Her right leg was long and tanned and her butt turned heads wherever she went. Her left leg was bent at the knee in a purple cast covering her whole leg. She loved to feel the cast way high on her leg.
This was her best business suit and she looked both professional and sexy when she wore it.
She greeted the receptionist at the front desk warmly and made her way to her customer service rep, or at least the woman she, 'shared' with two other reps. This lady had been more helpful to her than anyone else in the place.
"How’s your broken leg Samantha?"
"Forget about the leg dear, what's he like?" She asked, almost in a whisper, standing on crutches with her legs kinda cross like sexy woman do standing.
"On first impression, he seems very nice." The woman replied.
"He took the time to come in early and spend time with all of the office staff. He went around to every desk and introduced himself. He's definitely an improvement."
The older woman continued. "He's also a cutie." She stated in a confidential
They both laughed. Samantha worked her way over to the new guy's secretary on her crutches.
"Can I get a few minutes with the, 'boss'?" She inquired.
"Absolutely, Samantha, Shawn's been expecting you. He's not on the phone, let me get the door and you just go on in." The secretary told her, adding in a hushed tone. "You're going to
like him!" while holding on to the door.
She walked on her crutches through the open door.
"Samantha!" He exclaimed. "It's great to meet you; I'm Shawn. Shawn Sutherland."
And as he spoke, he moved from behind the desk and came over to shake her hand. His movement was smooth and fluid, almost like jungle cat on the prowl, nothing awkward or uncoordinated.
Her new boss guided her toward the long couch which faced the
desk; that was new. Previously there had been very uncomfortable, straight back, office chairs where the couch now resided.
"How do you take your coffee?" Shawn asked.
Without even thinking, she replied. "Black, I like my coffee black."
"Good choice, I'm ready for a refill. Can I get you a cup?" He asked.
"That would be great." She replied, assuming that he would direct his secretary to scurry to the conference room next door to procure the java, as the prior jerk and the VP would have done.
"Make yourself comfortable. Would you like a chair to rest your broken leg " Shawn said
"No thank you, I will be fine"
Shawn moved out the door to get coffee for both of them.
I'm impressed, she thought to herself. Shawn returned with two steaming mugs of fresh coffee.
"Sorry it took so long." He said apologetically. "I had to start a new pot."
As he handed her the coffee, he took a seat at the other end of the couch, not behind his desk---another surprise. He assumed a relaxed posture, turning toward her with his body, open and friendly. They began to chat.
Pat 2 to come
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Can't be my wife conclusion
She got up with my help and her crutches. I came from behind her and with both hands on her breast I was playing with her hard nipples.
My cock was well lubed with cum so I moved the head of my cock against her ass.
"Go slow when you first put it in my ass." Sophie said squeezing her crutches.
"I know baby, I'll go nice and slow, the last thing I want to do is hurt your gorgeous little ass" I said.
I pressed the head of my cock into her asshole. She groaned a little, but she did not protest so I pushed more of my cock into her. Soon I could feel the heat of her pussy against my balls.
I started slowly fucking her ass, it felt great. It took me about fifteen minutes before I needed to cum.
"Do you want me to cum in your ass?" I asked.
"No, cum on my breast while you tell me how sexy I was on the floor with my leg broken." Sophie said bending down to the floor again.
"Okay." I said.
Her right breast took most of it but there were a few ropes running down her left breast as well. Sophie rubbed the cum into the skin of her breasts like it was lotion.
"You are simply delicious Sophie just like you are now. You would make the perfect crippled wife if ever..” I said.
"What do you mean William" Sophie said.
"It’s just you have your fetish and I have mine. When we were at the hospital for a minutes I wished that your leg was going to in traction." I said.
"So are into cast also?" She asked.
"Yes but my fantasy is to help you to see you in needs. To see your lovely leg in traction would have been incredible. Your legs are so sexy broken or not" I said.
"They are yes but what is they were both broken?" Sophie asked.
"Yesssssssss. Just imagine Sophie 2 months with both legs in casts unable to walk at all, in a wheelchair until I transfer you" I said.
"Now wait a minute I love my crutches and to see men’s and women stare at my legs...I see the woman wondering how it must feel to have a full leg cast and to need the support of crutches" she said.
"yes I know." I said.
The next 8 weeks was going to be fantastic with Sophie in her leg cast and me trying to talk her into having sex with both legs in casts.
We'll see about that she kept saying but yet right now she has 4 inch heels on her good foot.
The end
My cock was well lubed with cum so I moved the head of my cock against her ass.
"Go slow when you first put it in my ass." Sophie said squeezing her crutches.
"I know baby, I'll go nice and slow, the last thing I want to do is hurt your gorgeous little ass" I said.
I pressed the head of my cock into her asshole. She groaned a little, but she did not protest so I pushed more of my cock into her. Soon I could feel the heat of her pussy against my balls.
I started slowly fucking her ass, it felt great. It took me about fifteen minutes before I needed to cum.
"Do you want me to cum in your ass?" I asked.
"No, cum on my breast while you tell me how sexy I was on the floor with my leg broken." Sophie said bending down to the floor again.
"Okay." I said.
Her right breast took most of it but there were a few ropes running down her left breast as well. Sophie rubbed the cum into the skin of her breasts like it was lotion.
"You are simply delicious Sophie just like you are now. You would make the perfect crippled wife if ever..” I said.
"What do you mean William" Sophie said.
"It’s just you have your fetish and I have mine. When we were at the hospital for a minutes I wished that your leg was going to in traction." I said.
"So are into cast also?" She asked.
"Yes but my fantasy is to help you to see you in needs. To see your lovely leg in traction would have been incredible. Your legs are so sexy broken or not" I said.
"They are yes but what is they were both broken?" Sophie asked.
"Yesssssssss. Just imagine Sophie 2 months with both legs in casts unable to walk at all, in a wheelchair until I transfer you" I said.
"Now wait a minute I love my crutches and to see men’s and women stare at my legs...I see the woman wondering how it must feel to have a full leg cast and to need the support of crutches" she said.
"yes I know." I said.
The next 8 weeks was going to be fantastic with Sophie in her leg cast and me trying to talk her into having sex with both legs in casts.
We'll see about that she kept saying but yet right now she has 4 inch heels on her good foot.
The end
Monday, December 17, 2007
Can't be my wife p5
Part 5
She unzipped her dress and peeled it off of her body slowly revealing more and more of her perfect skin. The black bra looked incredible on her since her cast was also black.
She pulled her bra off with her left arm across her chest keeping her breasts hidden for as long as possible and careful not to step on her broken leg. I had seen my wife naked plenty of times, but, this was different, she was different.
Wearing just a pair of skimpy panties and a long black cast Sophie began giving me a lap dance. She backed her gorgeous ass into my lap and ground it against my cock which was rock hard while her broken leg floated off the floor.
She rubbed her breasts all over my face and she even pushed her broken leg between my legs. Hard cast touching my hard cock.
It seemed as if my lovely little wife was more turned at that moment than she had been during any of the countless times that we had made love.
She pulled my shirt the rest of the way off.
She opened my pants and pulled them and my boxers down and off leaving me naked. My cock was rock hard
She slid her broken leg down on the floor, the cast was rubbing on the hard wood floor and sending wave of pain through her broken leg but she wanted her head close to it and was gently stroking it with one hand.
She lowered her mouth to lick and suck my balls.
She moved her mouth up to my cock and after licking it several times and gave me a blowjob that knocked the wind out of me. I tried to hold out as long as I could; finally Sophie pulled her mouth off my cock.
"Let's get those panties off so I can have a taste of my broken wife." I said.
"Sure but first I need your help to get up please. Not that easy with a broken leg William, I will need you more and more in the next few weeks" She said while smiling at me. You know my wife has the perfect smile.
With my help Sophie stood up and with the one crutch she faced away from me, bending at the waist showing off her perfect ass then peeling her skimpy little black panties down revealing her perfectly shaved pussy and the complete view of her long leg cast still only inches from the floor.
Using both her crutches while naked, she made it up the stairs to our bedroom. Sophie sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. I got down on my knees on the floor and began licking her pussy while one hand was on her cast and the other was on her sexy leg.
This was one area where Sophie had never denied me, she was always up for a good pussy licking, and I'd become very good at pleasing her orally in just over three years of marriage.
"Yes baby... that feels so good my love... do it like that, lick your little injured wife... I love it." Sophie said.
My efforts were rewarded as Sophie came harder than I'd ever seen her cum before.
When she came down from her orgasm I crawled up beside her on the bed and she held me and kissed me.
"I need to feel you inside me now." Sophie said.
"Sure baby, how do you want it?" I asked.
"Well I'm already at the edge of the bed so you can have your feet on the floor, my broken leg on your shoulder
and really drive it into me and make love to me hard." Sophie said.
That's exactly what I had in mind so I slid back down to the end of the bed and gripping my hard cock with one hand I guided it up against Sophie's pussy. She let
out a pleasure laced moan as I entered her and I loved the feel of her hard cast right beside my face.
I started slowly but firmly full stroking my cock in and out of Sophie's pussy. Little by little I gained speed until I was fucking her as hard and as fast as I could.
Sophie cried out with pleasure as she reached orgasm just as I exploded inside her.
Part6
She unzipped her dress and peeled it off of her body slowly revealing more and more of her perfect skin. The black bra looked incredible on her since her cast was also black.
She pulled her bra off with her left arm across her chest keeping her breasts hidden for as long as possible and careful not to step on her broken leg. I had seen my wife naked plenty of times, but, this was different, she was different.
Wearing just a pair of skimpy panties and a long black cast Sophie began giving me a lap dance. She backed her gorgeous ass into my lap and ground it against my cock which was rock hard while her broken leg floated off the floor.
She rubbed her breasts all over my face and she even pushed her broken leg between my legs. Hard cast touching my hard cock.
It seemed as if my lovely little wife was more turned at that moment than she had been during any of the countless times that we had made love.
She pulled my shirt the rest of the way off.
She opened my pants and pulled them and my boxers down and off leaving me naked. My cock was rock hard
She slid her broken leg down on the floor, the cast was rubbing on the hard wood floor and sending wave of pain through her broken leg but she wanted her head close to it and was gently stroking it with one hand.
She lowered her mouth to lick and suck my balls.
She moved her mouth up to my cock and after licking it several times and gave me a blowjob that knocked the wind out of me. I tried to hold out as long as I could; finally Sophie pulled her mouth off my cock.
"Let's get those panties off so I can have a taste of my broken wife." I said.
"Sure but first I need your help to get up please. Not that easy with a broken leg William, I will need you more and more in the next few weeks" She said while smiling at me. You know my wife has the perfect smile.
With my help Sophie stood up and with the one crutch she faced away from me, bending at the waist showing off her perfect ass then peeling her skimpy little black panties down revealing her perfectly shaved pussy and the complete view of her long leg cast still only inches from the floor.
Using both her crutches while naked, she made it up the stairs to our bedroom. Sophie sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. I got down on my knees on the floor and began licking her pussy while one hand was on her cast and the other was on her sexy leg.
This was one area where Sophie had never denied me, she was always up for a good pussy licking, and I'd become very good at pleasing her orally in just over three years of marriage.
"Yes baby... that feels so good my love... do it like that, lick your little injured wife... I love it." Sophie said.
My efforts were rewarded as Sophie came harder than I'd ever seen her cum before.
When she came down from her orgasm I crawled up beside her on the bed and she held me and kissed me.
"I need to feel you inside me now." Sophie said.
"Sure baby, how do you want it?" I asked.
"Well I'm already at the edge of the bed so you can have your feet on the floor, my broken leg on your shoulder
and really drive it into me and make love to me hard." Sophie said.
That's exactly what I had in mind so I slid back down to the end of the bed and gripping my hard cock with one hand I guided it up against Sophie's pussy. She let
out a pleasure laced moan as I entered her and I loved the feel of her hard cast right beside my face.
I started slowly but firmly full stroking my cock in and out of Sophie's pussy. Little by little I gained speed until I was fucking her as hard and as fast as I could.
Sophie cried out with pleasure as she reached orgasm just as I exploded inside her.
Part6
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Can't be my wife p4
Part 4
"William help me…please" Sophie said while loosing her balance and crashing to the floor. All her weight went on her right lower leg and ankle. The noise of her ankle breaking was so clear
"Oh god Sophie are you OK" I said. Looking at my sexy wife holding on to her right ankle while on the floor
"No I think I broke my leg" Sophie said.
Unable to put any weight on her right leg and ankle I helped her up and she hopped with my help to our car.
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"I’m so sorry Sophie that I couldn’t stop your fall on time. How’s your leg" I said looking at her broken leg. The cast covered her right leg completely. From the base of her foot to way pass her knee. Slightly bent at knee leaving her on crutches for 8 weeks.
"No it’s not your fault William, I saw you stare at my legs while I was on the stepladder and I loved it. I missed the step and felt. I wanted to be in a cast… Well now I have a real one to play with" Sophie said slightly moving her broken leg on the couch trying to get comfortable.
I’m sure she was in pain but I wanted this experience to be the best ever for her. Maybe for me also on a different level
"Sophie, I want to create a video of you right now in that cast. How about you go upstairs, put on that black dress I like and that black lingerie I bought you." I said.
"William, what are you saying, I can’t go right now..." Sophie said.
"You can’t or you don’t want to? It would so dam hot" I said.
Sophie looked at me in disbelief for a moment.
"William, you want to make a video for the website?" Sophie asked.
"Of course I do sweetie. You might have been worried that your fetish life would have freaked me out, and maybe the full details would freak me out, but I've
always wanted you to be sexually happy and open. Now
get your cute broken leg upstairs and get changed." I said.
I stood beside Sophie and helped her up on her left leg. She slid her crutches under her arms and then went upstairs slowly to get dress the way I had told her to. She even fixed her makeup as well.
When she came down the stairs she looked incredible in that black dress negotiating the stairs while being real careful not to bang her long black cast. I loved the way her breasts were squeezed while on crutches. I kissed her gently.
"So, are you ready for the shoot yet?" I asked.
"Yeah, I think so." Sophie said while standing on her crutches with her cast resting on top of her good foot.
I stood out of the way and Sophie sat on the couch with her crutches resting beside her and I started to film.
"Hi guys I've been in a little accident has you can see I broke my leg earlier today while playing with my husband. I'm married. Sorry to disappoint you boys.
Please welcome my husband." Sophie said.
I left the camera on the stand and walked over to the couch and sat down next to her. She kissed me.
"Hello baby." I said.
"Isn't he just gorgeous girls?" Sophie asked.
She ran her hands over my body and unbuttoned my shirt revealing my chest.
"Now dear, I'm sure my viewers would love to hear how you felt when you saw your sweet little wife falling and breaking her leg." Sophie said rubbing her cast with her hand.
Good she was good at this. I was so excited just being beside her.
"Well, I was sorry for your injury dear and the pain that comes with it. I know now that you wanted the cast and crutches, but what you didn’t know I think is that every man wants his wife to be depending on her husband. That is physically and yes sexually my dear. To see you on the floor holding on to your broken leg and moaning was so so naughty and sexy" I said.
"You what???. You where aroused sexually that I was in pain on the floor? With a broken leg. Shut down the camera William" Sophie said.
"No No Sophie…I was happy at the idea that you were going to be in a cast. And maybe yes for a second or 2 to see you on the floor wearing that dress, pantyhose and crippled with a broken leg unable top move or get up did turn me on" I said.
"I love you so much William" Sophie said.
"Oh dear so do I."
Sophie stood up on her left leg and using just one crutch for support she was standing in front of me. I'd never seen her use her body like that before, from her broken leg to her firm breast to her smile; it was incredible. She was using that crutch for support but also for so much more.
Part 5
"William help me…please" Sophie said while loosing her balance and crashing to the floor. All her weight went on her right lower leg and ankle. The noise of her ankle breaking was so clear
"Oh god Sophie are you OK" I said. Looking at my sexy wife holding on to her right ankle while on the floor
"No I think I broke my leg" Sophie said.
Unable to put any weight on her right leg and ankle I helped her up and she hopped with my help to our car.
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"I’m so sorry Sophie that I couldn’t stop your fall on time. How’s your leg" I said looking at her broken leg. The cast covered her right leg completely. From the base of her foot to way pass her knee. Slightly bent at knee leaving her on crutches for 8 weeks.
"No it’s not your fault William, I saw you stare at my legs while I was on the stepladder and I loved it. I missed the step and felt. I wanted to be in a cast… Well now I have a real one to play with" Sophie said slightly moving her broken leg on the couch trying to get comfortable.
I’m sure she was in pain but I wanted this experience to be the best ever for her. Maybe for me also on a different level
"Sophie, I want to create a video of you right now in that cast. How about you go upstairs, put on that black dress I like and that black lingerie I bought you." I said.
"William, what are you saying, I can’t go right now..." Sophie said.
"You can’t or you don’t want to? It would so dam hot" I said.
Sophie looked at me in disbelief for a moment.
"William, you want to make a video for the website?" Sophie asked.
"Of course I do sweetie. You might have been worried that your fetish life would have freaked me out, and maybe the full details would freak me out, but I've
always wanted you to be sexually happy and open. Now
get your cute broken leg upstairs and get changed." I said.
I stood beside Sophie and helped her up on her left leg. She slid her crutches under her arms and then went upstairs slowly to get dress the way I had told her to. She even fixed her makeup as well.
When she came down the stairs she looked incredible in that black dress negotiating the stairs while being real careful not to bang her long black cast. I loved the way her breasts were squeezed while on crutches. I kissed her gently.
"So, are you ready for the shoot yet?" I asked.
"Yeah, I think so." Sophie said while standing on her crutches with her cast resting on top of her good foot.
I stood out of the way and Sophie sat on the couch with her crutches resting beside her and I started to film.
"Hi guys I've been in a little accident has you can see I broke my leg earlier today while playing with my husband. I'm married. Sorry to disappoint you boys.
Please welcome my husband." Sophie said.
I left the camera on the stand and walked over to the couch and sat down next to her. She kissed me.
"Hello baby." I said.
"Isn't he just gorgeous girls?" Sophie asked.
She ran her hands over my body and unbuttoned my shirt revealing my chest.
"Now dear, I'm sure my viewers would love to hear how you felt when you saw your sweet little wife falling and breaking her leg." Sophie said rubbing her cast with her hand.
Good she was good at this. I was so excited just being beside her.
"Well, I was sorry for your injury dear and the pain that comes with it. I know now that you wanted the cast and crutches, but what you didn’t know I think is that every man wants his wife to be depending on her husband. That is physically and yes sexually my dear. To see you on the floor holding on to your broken leg and moaning was so so naughty and sexy" I said.
"You what???. You where aroused sexually that I was in pain on the floor? With a broken leg. Shut down the camera William" Sophie said.
"No No Sophie…I was happy at the idea that you were going to be in a cast. And maybe yes for a second or 2 to see you on the floor wearing that dress, pantyhose and crippled with a broken leg unable top move or get up did turn me on" I said.
"I love you so much William" Sophie said.
"Oh dear so do I."
Sophie stood up on her left leg and using just one crutch for support she was standing in front of me. I'd never seen her use her body like that before, from her broken leg to her firm breast to her smile; it was incredible. She was using that crutch for support but also for so much more.
Part 5
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Can't be my wife p3
"Well, It was a big thrill for me to know that others were paying to watch me play around on crutches with a huge leg cast. You're my husband and I promised to keep
myself only for you for the rest of my life and I will keep that promise." Sophie said.
"How far will you go my sexy broken married wife?" I said smiling.
"I will go until you tell me to stop" Sophie said.
"Sophie, why didn't you tell me that you were having these urges to be casted and using crutches? You look so hot in the pics and videos." I said.
"Thanks, You thought I was a sweet innocent girl and I liked that and felt like one with you." Sophie said.
I went over to her, took her in my arms, we moved into the living room, and we sat down on the couch.
"William...I'm so...sorry that you had to learn about it from Mark."
"I know; it's gonna be okay though baby." I said.
I held her and stroked her back with my hand. She buried her head against my chest as I held her.
"You know sweetie, I think you're looking at this situation from the wrong perspective. You look at my finding out about your website as a bad thing, but
that's not how I see it." I said.
"It isn't?" Sophie asked.
"No, I see it almost as a blessing. For the past few years I was frustrated that you were shooting down my ideas for things to spice up our sex life. Of course
now I know what really turns you on. We can enjoy each
other the way that we both want to." I said.
Sophie looked into my eyes.
"So you aren't mad?" Sophie asked.
"Of course I'm not mad baby" I said.
"There are things that both of us didn't know about the other. If I had found you on a website having sex with guys I would have divorced you in a heartbeat because that is the ultimate betrayal as far as I'm concerned. What you've been doing on your website however doesn't bother me all that much. Well, the fact that you were doing it for paid subscribers bothers me a little but,
but the actual things you were doing don't bother me at all. They really turn me on in fact. You really turn me on looking so hot in your leg cast" I said.
"They do?" Sophie asked.
"Yes baby; they do. I am disappointed however that untold numbers of other people that looked at your website got to see it before I did." I said.
"Well you don't have to worry about the website anymore, I'm going to quit." Sophie said.
"Why? Is the sexy feeling it gave you at first not there anymore?" I asked.
"It still feels sexy, but I couldn't possibly keep doing it now that you know. I felt bad enough doing it behind your back, but to have you know that I'm charging people money to watch me pretend that I have a broken leg, I simply couldn't do that." Sophie said.
"Do you like the way it makes you feel to make videos and take pictures for your website while casted?" I asked.
"Well, yes, I do, but..." Sophie said.
"No buts about it. If you like the way it makes you feel then you should keep doing it, but now that I know about it I would like to have some input about a few things on your website." I said.
"I'll do whatever you want." Sophie said.
"That's what I like to hear. So do you shoot the videos yourself or do you have a camera operator?" I asked.
"Let me show you, I’ve made a short movie showing how we actually do the shooting"
Sophie said and she left to get a small stepladder. For 2 seconds while admiring the beautiful long legs of his wife he wondered how it would be to have her in a leg cast for a long period of time.
Suddenly
Part 4 to come
myself only for you for the rest of my life and I will keep that promise." Sophie said.
"How far will you go my sexy broken married wife?" I said smiling.
"I will go until you tell me to stop" Sophie said.
"Sophie, why didn't you tell me that you were having these urges to be casted and using crutches? You look so hot in the pics and videos." I said.
"Thanks, You thought I was a sweet innocent girl and I liked that and felt like one with you." Sophie said.
I went over to her, took her in my arms, we moved into the living room, and we sat down on the couch.
"William...I'm so...sorry that you had to learn about it from Mark."
"I know; it's gonna be okay though baby." I said.
I held her and stroked her back with my hand. She buried her head against my chest as I held her.
"You know sweetie, I think you're looking at this situation from the wrong perspective. You look at my finding out about your website as a bad thing, but
that's not how I see it." I said.
"It isn't?" Sophie asked.
"No, I see it almost as a blessing. For the past few years I was frustrated that you were shooting down my ideas for things to spice up our sex life. Of course
now I know what really turns you on. We can enjoy each
other the way that we both want to." I said.
Sophie looked into my eyes.
"So you aren't mad?" Sophie asked.
"Of course I'm not mad baby" I said.
"There are things that both of us didn't know about the other. If I had found you on a website having sex with guys I would have divorced you in a heartbeat because that is the ultimate betrayal as far as I'm concerned. What you've been doing on your website however doesn't bother me all that much. Well, the fact that you were doing it for paid subscribers bothers me a little but,
but the actual things you were doing don't bother me at all. They really turn me on in fact. You really turn me on looking so hot in your leg cast" I said.
"They do?" Sophie asked.
"Yes baby; they do. I am disappointed however that untold numbers of other people that looked at your website got to see it before I did." I said.
"Well you don't have to worry about the website anymore, I'm going to quit." Sophie said.
"Why? Is the sexy feeling it gave you at first not there anymore?" I asked.
"It still feels sexy, but I couldn't possibly keep doing it now that you know. I felt bad enough doing it behind your back, but to have you know that I'm charging people money to watch me pretend that I have a broken leg, I simply couldn't do that." Sophie said.
"Do you like the way it makes you feel to make videos and take pictures for your website while casted?" I asked.
"Well, yes, I do, but..." Sophie said.
"No buts about it. If you like the way it makes you feel then you should keep doing it, but now that I know about it I would like to have some input about a few things on your website." I said.
"I'll do whatever you want." Sophie said.
"That's what I like to hear. So do you shoot the videos yourself or do you have a camera operator?" I asked.
"Let me show you, I’ve made a short movie showing how we actually do the shooting"
Sophie said and she left to get a small stepladder. For 2 seconds while admiring the beautiful long legs of his wife he wondered how it would be to have her in a leg cast for a long period of time.
Suddenly
Part 4 to come
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Can't be my wife p2
She was only doing things by herself, but I still couldn't help but wonder who was operating the cameras.
I spent most of the morning looking at pictures and videos of her online, but when Sophie got home from what she had said was a trip to the mall with her friends I was waiting in a chair right by the front door.
"Well hello sweetie, that's an awfully weird place to be sitting. Were you missing me so much that you wanted to see me the second that I got home?" Sophie asked.
She had a big happy smile on her face, but I wasn't smiling.
"Sophie we need to talk… now. How’s your leg?" I asked
The smile disappeared from Sophie's pretty face. Her expression went completely blank; then became a mixture of sorrow and shame.
"When did you..." Sophie started.
"Sophie, have you had sex with anyone else since we've been together?" I asked.
"No." Sophie said in a near whisper.
"I've been looking at your website for a few hours Sophie, I'm a paid subscriber now in fact and I don't understand something. Ask me what I don't understand
Sophie. Go ahead, ask me." I said.
"What don't you understand William?" Sophie asked meekly
"What I'm having a hard time understanding Sophie, my dear sweet wife, is why you have been giving me such a hard time about doing a few little things that might
spice up our sex life and then I find you using crutches and a leg cast to turn on 1000’s of men’s a day on the internet." I said.
"I'm sorry, you can’t understand." Sophie said.
"Am I not stimulating enough for you Sophie?" I asked.
"No, it's nothing like..." Sophie said.
"Remember Sophie you're the one that kept turning my ideas down. How in the hell do you refuse to make love to your husband with the lights on but then slide your hand all over your lovely breast while standing on crutches almost naked in a bathroom that anyone willing to pay a monthly fee can see on the internet?" I asked.
"William I'm sorry but this is a very long story, goes back to when I was teenager." Sophie said.
"Sophie, if you ever really loved me you will tell me why the hell you are so open on your website. Speaking of which; why the fuck did I have to hear about this from Mark? Why didn't you tell me about this?" I asked.
"I do love you William I do, and that's why I couldn't tell you about the website." Sophie said.
"You look so dam nice in the pictures Sophie but I need to understand" I said.
"William before I met you while I was in college my best friend broke her ankle. I spend the next 6 weeks helping her and started an attraction. Not towards her but towards the cast and the crutches. She looked so desirable in her cast.
I did a lot of things that you don't know about; I had so much fun pretending while using her crutches, using ace bandages and other things. But when I met you that all changed. You loved me for who I am and didn't want to take a chance so I hided these fantasies of mine. I felt absolutely in love with you and decided to leave that in the past for good." Sophie said.
"So what happened to make you into the internet's newest broken wife?" I asked trying not to smile.
"It started with a blog where I wrote erotic stories where the female partners have leg cast of some kind and always uses crutches" Sophie said.
"How did you do from writing a blog to acting?" I asked.
"Well, I was able to leave my old fetish behind for awhile, but not long after we got married I felt the urge to feel it again. I wanted to feel my leg trapped in a cast and spending the day on crutches. The owner of the website loved my stories and I was offered a small part in that webpage where I would play around on crutches. I could feel like a sexy little crippled woman like I used to." Sophie said.
"You didn't feel sexy with me?" I asked sadly.
"Of course I did William and I still do, but with you it's a loving kind of sexy. I have always felt sexy with you, but I hungered for more" Sophie said.
"How far will you go on that website?" I asked.
Part 3 to come
I spent most of the morning looking at pictures and videos of her online, but when Sophie got home from what she had said was a trip to the mall with her friends I was waiting in a chair right by the front door.
"Well hello sweetie, that's an awfully weird place to be sitting. Were you missing me so much that you wanted to see me the second that I got home?" Sophie asked.
She had a big happy smile on her face, but I wasn't smiling.
"Sophie we need to talk… now. How’s your leg?" I asked
The smile disappeared from Sophie's pretty face. Her expression went completely blank; then became a mixture of sorrow and shame.
"When did you..." Sophie started.
"Sophie, have you had sex with anyone else since we've been together?" I asked.
"No." Sophie said in a near whisper.
"I've been looking at your website for a few hours Sophie, I'm a paid subscriber now in fact and I don't understand something. Ask me what I don't understand
Sophie. Go ahead, ask me." I said.
"What don't you understand William?" Sophie asked meekly
"What I'm having a hard time understanding Sophie, my dear sweet wife, is why you have been giving me such a hard time about doing a few little things that might
spice up our sex life and then I find you using crutches and a leg cast to turn on 1000’s of men’s a day on the internet." I said.
"I'm sorry, you can’t understand." Sophie said.
"Am I not stimulating enough for you Sophie?" I asked.
"No, it's nothing like..." Sophie said.
"Remember Sophie you're the one that kept turning my ideas down. How in the hell do you refuse to make love to your husband with the lights on but then slide your hand all over your lovely breast while standing on crutches almost naked in a bathroom that anyone willing to pay a monthly fee can see on the internet?" I asked.
"William I'm sorry but this is a very long story, goes back to when I was teenager." Sophie said.
"Sophie, if you ever really loved me you will tell me why the hell you are so open on your website. Speaking of which; why the fuck did I have to hear about this from Mark? Why didn't you tell me about this?" I asked.
"I do love you William I do, and that's why I couldn't tell you about the website." Sophie said.
"You look so dam nice in the pictures Sophie but I need to understand" I said.
"William before I met you while I was in college my best friend broke her ankle. I spend the next 6 weeks helping her and started an attraction. Not towards her but towards the cast and the crutches. She looked so desirable in her cast.
I did a lot of things that you don't know about; I had so much fun pretending while using her crutches, using ace bandages and other things. But when I met you that all changed. You loved me for who I am and didn't want to take a chance so I hided these fantasies of mine. I felt absolutely in love with you and decided to leave that in the past for good." Sophie said.
"So what happened to make you into the internet's newest broken wife?" I asked trying not to smile.
"It started with a blog where I wrote erotic stories where the female partners have leg cast of some kind and always uses crutches" Sophie said.
"How did you do from writing a blog to acting?" I asked.
"Well, I was able to leave my old fetish behind for awhile, but not long after we got married I felt the urge to feel it again. I wanted to feel my leg trapped in a cast and spending the day on crutches. The owner of the website loved my stories and I was offered a small part in that webpage where I would play around on crutches. I could feel like a sexy little crippled woman like I used to." Sophie said.
"You didn't feel sexy with me?" I asked sadly.
"Of course I did William and I still do, but with you it's a loving kind of sexy. I have always felt sexy with you, but I hungered for more" Sophie said.
"How far will you go on that website?" I asked.
Part 3 to come
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Can't be my wife p1
Can’t be my Wife
Part 1
A few weeks ago my friend Mark called me up and said he needed to talk to me about something very important. My wife Sophie was out shopping with her friends leaving me home alone so I told him to come on over.
When Mark got over to the house we sat down in my den with a couple of beers. I could tell that something was really bothering him.
"Mark, you said on the phone that you wanted to talk, then you come over and you aren't saying anything. What's up man?" I asked.
"William, I don't really know how to tell you this, but there's something you need to know about your wife." Mark said.
"You mean how wonderful she is?" I asked.
"This is serious man, potentially life changing even." Mark said.
"Okay Mark; what is it?" I asked.
"Well, there's no easy way to say this that you'll believe so I'll just let it speak for itself." Mark said.
Mark walked over to my computer desk, opened an internet browser, and pulled up a website.
I was shocked when I saw a picture of my wife Sophie on the screen. She was wearing a beautiful skirt and tight fitting blouse that I had never seen before but more strange was the fact that her right leg was in a cast. I don’t remember her saying anything about a broken leg ever in her life + the picture looked really recent. I immediately wondered who had taken the picture and what was going on.
"What is this?" I asked.
I moved closer to the computer; pushing Mark out of the way.
"This is an adult website William about sexy married woman with leg cast using crutches. I'm an internet porn junkie as you know and I was online looking for some entertainment when I stumbled across this site. It’s suppose to be a really popular fetish site. That was just a few minutes before I called you. As you can clearly see that is your wife Sophie." Mark said.
"I don't believe this." I said.
"I didn't either right at first. I thought it had to be a girl that looked strikingly similar to Sophie, but after a little closer inspection there's no denying that it's her." Mark said.
"What does she... does she... have sex with other guys?" I asked.
"No. I checked the site out really quick before I called you so that if she was I could try to break it to you easily. So far all she has done is look really cute struggling around the house on crutches and going public. If you look at the early stuff from other woman and then move to the more recent stuff the next step would be for her to start masturbating while casted." Mark said.
I was speechless; completely blown away. My sweet wife Sophie, who I had been married to for three years, had been acting on her own fetishes behind my back. Even stranger was the way I was reacting to see her hop around the room keeping her cast off the floor. She looked amazing unable to bent her knee or walk on it.
I couldn't even get her to make love with the lights on and here she was teasing men with similar fetish to anyone willing to pay $30 a month.
"I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you this man, but you're too good a friend for me not to tell you about this." Mark said.
"Well, I appreciate it Mark. Part of me wishes I didn't know, but part of me is glad that you told me." I said.
Mark left and I sat and looked at the website. What I saw amazed me. I had to know just how far she was going to I pulled out my credit card, signed up and got access to all of the pictures and videos.
My sweet wife Sophie was acting like a professional model for the camera. She was doing lots of things on her crutches and the cast looked so real. Just like if it was done in our local hospital.
Remembering when Casie my secretary broke her ankle last year. Her cast covering her lower leg wasn’t that nice.
Sophie’s cast was following the contour of her strong leg and maybe in a way making her leg look even sexier. Why was I feeling like I was? To see both her long legs was turning me on. Her incredible smile while on crutches was so real.
I shouldn’t be turned on I should be mad but yet I was masturbating looking at her resting her long cast on a coffee table
Part 2 to come
Part 1
A few weeks ago my friend Mark called me up and said he needed to talk to me about something very important. My wife Sophie was out shopping with her friends leaving me home alone so I told him to come on over.
When Mark got over to the house we sat down in my den with a couple of beers. I could tell that something was really bothering him.
"Mark, you said on the phone that you wanted to talk, then you come over and you aren't saying anything. What's up man?" I asked.
"William, I don't really know how to tell you this, but there's something you need to know about your wife." Mark said.
"You mean how wonderful she is?" I asked.
"This is serious man, potentially life changing even." Mark said.
"Okay Mark; what is it?" I asked.
"Well, there's no easy way to say this that you'll believe so I'll just let it speak for itself." Mark said.
Mark walked over to my computer desk, opened an internet browser, and pulled up a website.
I was shocked when I saw a picture of my wife Sophie on the screen. She was wearing a beautiful skirt and tight fitting blouse that I had never seen before but more strange was the fact that her right leg was in a cast. I don’t remember her saying anything about a broken leg ever in her life + the picture looked really recent. I immediately wondered who had taken the picture and what was going on.
"What is this?" I asked.
I moved closer to the computer; pushing Mark out of the way.
"This is an adult website William about sexy married woman with leg cast using crutches. I'm an internet porn junkie as you know and I was online looking for some entertainment when I stumbled across this site. It’s suppose to be a really popular fetish site. That was just a few minutes before I called you. As you can clearly see that is your wife Sophie." Mark said.
"I don't believe this." I said.
"I didn't either right at first. I thought it had to be a girl that looked strikingly similar to Sophie, but after a little closer inspection there's no denying that it's her." Mark said.
"What does she... does she... have sex with other guys?" I asked.
"No. I checked the site out really quick before I called you so that if she was I could try to break it to you easily. So far all she has done is look really cute struggling around the house on crutches and going public. If you look at the early stuff from other woman and then move to the more recent stuff the next step would be for her to start masturbating while casted." Mark said.
I was speechless; completely blown away. My sweet wife Sophie, who I had been married to for three years, had been acting on her own fetishes behind my back. Even stranger was the way I was reacting to see her hop around the room keeping her cast off the floor. She looked amazing unable to bent her knee or walk on it.
I couldn't even get her to make love with the lights on and here she was teasing men with similar fetish to anyone willing to pay $30 a month.
"I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you this man, but you're too good a friend for me not to tell you about this." Mark said.
"Well, I appreciate it Mark. Part of me wishes I didn't know, but part of me is glad that you told me." I said.
Mark left and I sat and looked at the website. What I saw amazed me. I had to know just how far she was going to I pulled out my credit card, signed up and got access to all of the pictures and videos.
My sweet wife Sophie was acting like a professional model for the camera. She was doing lots of things on her crutches and the cast looked so real. Just like if it was done in our local hospital.
Remembering when Casie my secretary broke her ankle last year. Her cast covering her lower leg wasn’t that nice.
Sophie’s cast was following the contour of her strong leg and maybe in a way making her leg look even sexier. Why was I feeling like I was? To see both her long legs was turning me on. Her incredible smile while on crutches was so real.
I shouldn’t be turned on I should be mad but yet I was masturbating looking at her resting her long cast on a coffee table
Part 2 to come
Friday, November 30, 2007
Alway's looking con
Part 3 to come
"I'll say." I added.
"I hope I can find a husband like you." She said.
"My wife passed away a year and a half ago." I said.
"Oh, I'm sorry." She said. "Did she know about your interest or fetish?"
"She knew about my fetish right after we started dating. Back then it was
ace bandages and crutches mostly, and she wore the bandage and used the crutches often. The first five years of our marriage was heaven for me" I said.
I continued, "Then when we were n a car accident and she broke both legs, we had
to alter out habits. She was in a wheelchair for close to a year with various casts"
"Isn't that difficult, sex with 2 leg cast?" She asked.
"There are many ways to have sex with broken legs. There is something very exiting to see the love of your leg helpless and yet so so attractive sitting with 2 long leg cast I the leg rest of a wheelchair" I said.
"Wow!" She said. "You're really an expert, aren't you?"
"Casting has been my driving passion ever since I was in the first grade, but
that's another story I'll have to tell you sometime." I said.
"What say we go back to my hotel, and you can enlighten me further on the art of
sex in cast?" She suggested.
"Hey that sounds like a good title for a story!" I said as I paid the bill and
we prepared to leave. I loved the way she used both hands to lower her heavy cast. I saw heard a slight moan from pain she felt when her cast hit the side of the table. I could never tell her how I felt when I saw pain in her eyes. How attracted I was towards her.
"I have to stop by my house for a minute to pick up a few
things"
"Sounds like a plan." She said.
We entered Caroline's hotel room, and she announced she was going to slip into something comfortable'.
"Great." I said.
Caroline came out of the bedroom. She wore an attractively patterned satin robe with a slit on the side leaving me with a perfect view of her cast.
"Ooo." I said. "Very nice."
She was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Do you realize, I haven't even touched you yet?" I said, as we sat along side
of each other on the edge of the bed.
"I know." She said. "You've been a perfect gentleman."
"May I kiss you?" I asked.
"Please do." She replied.
And so we kissed, Just a kiss, for a long time. I love to neck, and I could tell
she enjoyed it too. Then our lips started moving, and they parted. Then our
tongues touched, slid over each other's, and into each other's mouth. We lay
back onto the bed, still necking.
I broke our kiss momentarily to ask. "May I fondle your breasts?"
"Please do." She replied in a breathy voice.
I slipped my hand into her robe, and fondled her breasts as we kissed. I
squeezed each perfect breast in my hand, and tweaked her nipples.
"May I help you off with your robe?" I asked.
"Please do." She said.
I helped her slide off her robe, and tossed it onto the chair. She lay on the
bed in just her long purple cast.
"May I give you the Marco treatment?" I asked.
"I can't wait." She replied.
I lifted her broken leg. I kissed her toes at the end of the cast unprotected, and sucked on them. I gently set her broken leg down on the bed. Then I slowly massaged her shattered leg up and down, feeling the surface of the cast under my fingers, parting them as I advanced, all the while eliciting soft moans from Caroline.
As I reached her soft spot, I could feel the heat radiating from it. I kissed
the inside of her thighs. I licked the slick shaved skin on either side of her
mons, lightly kissing her vulva in between each lick.
Caroline was starting to squirm.
I dropped down to her vulva, slid my tongue in between her lips, and slowly
licked up and down. I teased her vagina with my tongue, and licked my way back
up to her clit. I placed my mouth over her clit and slowly patted it with my
tongue.
Caroline was really beginning to get worked up now. She started moving her hips in earnest, humping her clit into my mouth. I started wagging my tongue against her clit, faster, and faster. She was working into a frenzy, and I could tell she
was close to an orgasm. I kept wagging my tongue against her clit, and Wham! She lifted her ass right off the bed, arching her back!
"Ohhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhh, ngngngngn. Oh, Marco, oh god!" She cried. "Oh god.
Ohhhh." Struggling to catch her breath, she was rubbing her hands over my head,
and rubbing her right foot up and down my own legs.
"Marco... that was truly the most powerful and amazing orgasm I have ever had. Come up her so I can kiss you."
I slid up her body, and planted my mouth on hers. Our tongues duled in a frenzy
of passion. My stiff dick was at her wet place, and slid in with ease. We slowly
ground and pumped together. She let me put her cast up on my shoulders, and rubbed her broken leg inches from my mouth, smelling her cast, driving me crazy.
"Do you like that?" She breathlessly whispered.
"I love it, I love it so much." I whispered back.
We slowly made love like only husband and wife can, savoring the delicious feeling. "You can massage your clit if you want to," I said.
"I don't think I have to." She said.
"You did such a good job on it I've been on the verge of coming again ever since; and I think I'm ready now. Are you?"
"Yeah, I think I'm ready." I said.
We increased our speed rapidly approaching climax.
"Oh Caroline, ahahahah, mmmph." I shot my wad into her belly.
"Oh Marco, ahahahah, oooooooh, ngngngng. Oh god."
As our climaxes subsided, we just lay there until I just couldn't hold myself up
any longer. We kissed, and cuddled, and fell asleep in each other's arms; slowly
wondering how it would have been with both long sexy legs in casts.
The end
"I'll say." I added.
"I hope I can find a husband like you." She said.
"My wife passed away a year and a half ago." I said.
"Oh, I'm sorry." She said. "Did she know about your interest or fetish?"
"She knew about my fetish right after we started dating. Back then it was
ace bandages and crutches mostly, and she wore the bandage and used the crutches often. The first five years of our marriage was heaven for me" I said.
I continued, "Then when we were n a car accident and she broke both legs, we had
to alter out habits. She was in a wheelchair for close to a year with various casts"
"Isn't that difficult, sex with 2 leg cast?" She asked.
"There are many ways to have sex with broken legs. There is something very exiting to see the love of your leg helpless and yet so so attractive sitting with 2 long leg cast I the leg rest of a wheelchair" I said.
"Wow!" She said. "You're really an expert, aren't you?"
"Casting has been my driving passion ever since I was in the first grade, but
that's another story I'll have to tell you sometime." I said.
"What say we go back to my hotel, and you can enlighten me further on the art of
sex in cast?" She suggested.
"Hey that sounds like a good title for a story!" I said as I paid the bill and
we prepared to leave. I loved the way she used both hands to lower her heavy cast. I saw heard a slight moan from pain she felt when her cast hit the side of the table. I could never tell her how I felt when I saw pain in her eyes. How attracted I was towards her.
"I have to stop by my house for a minute to pick up a few
things"
"Sounds like a plan." She said.
We entered Caroline's hotel room, and she announced she was going to slip into something comfortable'.
"Great." I said.
Caroline came out of the bedroom. She wore an attractively patterned satin robe with a slit on the side leaving me with a perfect view of her cast.
"Ooo." I said. "Very nice."
She was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Do you realize, I haven't even touched you yet?" I said, as we sat along side
of each other on the edge of the bed.
"I know." She said. "You've been a perfect gentleman."
"May I kiss you?" I asked.
"Please do." She replied.
And so we kissed, Just a kiss, for a long time. I love to neck, and I could tell
she enjoyed it too. Then our lips started moving, and they parted. Then our
tongues touched, slid over each other's, and into each other's mouth. We lay
back onto the bed, still necking.
I broke our kiss momentarily to ask. "May I fondle your breasts?"
"Please do." She replied in a breathy voice.
I slipped my hand into her robe, and fondled her breasts as we kissed. I
squeezed each perfect breast in my hand, and tweaked her nipples.
"May I help you off with your robe?" I asked.
"Please do." She said.
I helped her slide off her robe, and tossed it onto the chair. She lay on the
bed in just her long purple cast.
"May I give you the Marco treatment?" I asked.
"I can't wait." She replied.
I lifted her broken leg. I kissed her toes at the end of the cast unprotected, and sucked on them. I gently set her broken leg down on the bed. Then I slowly massaged her shattered leg up and down, feeling the surface of the cast under my fingers, parting them as I advanced, all the while eliciting soft moans from Caroline.
As I reached her soft spot, I could feel the heat radiating from it. I kissed
the inside of her thighs. I licked the slick shaved skin on either side of her
mons, lightly kissing her vulva in between each lick.
Caroline was starting to squirm.
I dropped down to her vulva, slid my tongue in between her lips, and slowly
licked up and down. I teased her vagina with my tongue, and licked my way back
up to her clit. I placed my mouth over her clit and slowly patted it with my
tongue.
Caroline was really beginning to get worked up now. She started moving her hips in earnest, humping her clit into my mouth. I started wagging my tongue against her clit, faster, and faster. She was working into a frenzy, and I could tell she
was close to an orgasm. I kept wagging my tongue against her clit, and Wham! She lifted her ass right off the bed, arching her back!
"Ohhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhh, ngngngngn. Oh, Marco, oh god!" She cried. "Oh god.
Ohhhh." Struggling to catch her breath, she was rubbing her hands over my head,
and rubbing her right foot up and down my own legs.
"Marco... that was truly the most powerful and amazing orgasm I have ever had. Come up her so I can kiss you."
I slid up her body, and planted my mouth on hers. Our tongues duled in a frenzy
of passion. My stiff dick was at her wet place, and slid in with ease. We slowly
ground and pumped together. She let me put her cast up on my shoulders, and rubbed her broken leg inches from my mouth, smelling her cast, driving me crazy.
"Do you like that?" She breathlessly whispered.
"I love it, I love it so much." I whispered back.
We slowly made love like only husband and wife can, savoring the delicious feeling. "You can massage your clit if you want to," I said.
"I don't think I have to." She said.
"You did such a good job on it I've been on the verge of coming again ever since; and I think I'm ready now. Are you?"
"Yeah, I think I'm ready." I said.
We increased our speed rapidly approaching climax.
"Oh Caroline, ahahahah, mmmph." I shot my wad into her belly.
"Oh Marco, ahahahah, oooooooh, ngngngng. Oh god."
As our climaxes subsided, we just lay there until I just couldn't hold myself up
any longer. We kissed, and cuddled, and fell asleep in each other's arms; slowly
wondering how it would have been with both long sexy legs in casts.
The end
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Alway's looking p2
"Thank you." She said. "That may be one of my best features. Not the cast I mean my legs"
"Not at all." I said. "I did notice that you are a very pretty Girl as well."
"Now, what is it you like. My cast, the crutches, the pain or all?" She asked.
"Usually a leg in a cast does it for me, but a woman in a leg cast using crutches like you do is heaven! Not the pain, I don’t like to see woman in pain" I said.
"Does just looking at her satisfy you?" She asked while rubbing her cast with her hand while smiling at me again
"On one level." I said. "Feeling it, of course takes it to another level, but
the ultimate is to see a Lady live her life for 6 to 8 weeks on crutches with a non weight bearing leg cast. Like you are doing today naturally…selling while having a broken leg"
"Oh, I see and do, I can’t put any weight at all on my broken leg..." She said.
"I thought so." I said. "Observing you in on your crutches with the purple cast floating when you move, which is rare today, I thought to myself, either she is a caster or she understand how desirable you look."
"I think I do understand." She said.
"I love the way it feels to walk with my broken leg protected, unable to bent it and the feel of my crutches slightly rubbing the side of my breast. I never admitted this to
anyone including myself. You really made me conscious of something that I just
took for granted."
"Do you like men looking at your sexy long legs , I mean both of them. Your cast is perfect the way it follows the contours and shape of your leg but your right leg is so feminine and yet strong and lovely?" I asked.
"I do." She said. "But I have to work at it, I usually exercise everyday
"May I treat you to dinner tonight?"
"Marco, you've got a date." She said. "I'm starving and I don't know the first
thing about this city. I'll be through her about 6:00. I'll wait right here."
"Great. I'll just run home, let my dog out, and meet you back here then." I
said.
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Six O'clock
I returned to the supermarket, went to the food court, and Caroline was sitting at
a table with her broke leg on the chair beside her, and her shoe dangling from her right leg.
Is that for me:" I asked.
"Yeah, and hello again" She said.
"Very nice, thank you." I said
"Where are you taking me?" She asked.
"it’s a surprise" I asked.
"That sounds like a good idea." She said.
"Great." I said. I offered her my arm to get up on her good leg, gave her crutches, and we walked out to my car. She was so good on her crutches, I wanted to ask her if it was the first time or not.
The restaurant was a very nice place, dimly lit and cozy. Caroline asked the
Hostess for a corner table where she could rest her cast without bothering anybody on a side chair. As we perused out menus, I felt a stocking foot rub my leg under my pants.
I sucked my breath in through my teeth, and closed my eyes at the same time.
"Caroline, you are an angle." I said.
She giggled and said, "I think I can have a lot of fun with you."
"I know you can." I said.
Then she put her foot on my knee and asked, "Can I get one of those foot rubs? My right foot is working real hard right now and without it I would be in a wheelchair" She said while looking in to my eyes, like she was trying to read my mind about that comments
I reached under the table, took her foot in my hands, and proceeded to caress
and rub her socking foot.
She laid her head back, closed her eyes, and whispered, "This is heavenly."
Part 3 to come
"Not at all." I said. "I did notice that you are a very pretty Girl as well."
"Now, what is it you like. My cast, the crutches, the pain or all?" She asked.
"Usually a leg in a cast does it for me, but a woman in a leg cast using crutches like you do is heaven! Not the pain, I don’t like to see woman in pain" I said.
"Does just looking at her satisfy you?" She asked while rubbing her cast with her hand while smiling at me again
"On one level." I said. "Feeling it, of course takes it to another level, but
the ultimate is to see a Lady live her life for 6 to 8 weeks on crutches with a non weight bearing leg cast. Like you are doing today naturally…selling while having a broken leg"
"Oh, I see and do, I can’t put any weight at all on my broken leg..." She said.
"I thought so." I said. "Observing you in on your crutches with the purple cast floating when you move, which is rare today, I thought to myself, either she is a caster or she understand how desirable you look."
"I think I do understand." She said.
"I love the way it feels to walk with my broken leg protected, unable to bent it and the feel of my crutches slightly rubbing the side of my breast. I never admitted this to
anyone including myself. You really made me conscious of something that I just
took for granted."
"Do you like men looking at your sexy long legs , I mean both of them. Your cast is perfect the way it follows the contours and shape of your leg but your right leg is so feminine and yet strong and lovely?" I asked.
"I do." She said. "But I have to work at it, I usually exercise everyday
"May I treat you to dinner tonight?"
"Marco, you've got a date." She said. "I'm starving and I don't know the first
thing about this city. I'll be through her about 6:00. I'll wait right here."
"Great. I'll just run home, let my dog out, and meet you back here then." I
said.
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Six O'clock
I returned to the supermarket, went to the food court, and Caroline was sitting at
a table with her broke leg on the chair beside her, and her shoe dangling from her right leg.
Is that for me:" I asked.
"Yeah, and hello again" She said.
"Very nice, thank you." I said
"Where are you taking me?" She asked.
"it’s a surprise" I asked.
"That sounds like a good idea." She said.
"Great." I said. I offered her my arm to get up on her good leg, gave her crutches, and we walked out to my car. She was so good on her crutches, I wanted to ask her if it was the first time or not.
The restaurant was a very nice place, dimly lit and cozy. Caroline asked the
Hostess for a corner table where she could rest her cast without bothering anybody on a side chair. As we perused out menus, I felt a stocking foot rub my leg under my pants.
I sucked my breath in through my teeth, and closed my eyes at the same time.
"Caroline, you are an angle." I said.
She giggled and said, "I think I can have a lot of fun with you."
"I know you can." I said.
Then she put her foot on my knee and asked, "Can I get one of those foot rubs? My right foot is working real hard right now and without it I would be in a wheelchair" She said while looking in to my eyes, like she was trying to read my mind about that comments
I reached under the table, took her foot in my hands, and proceeded to caress
and rub her socking foot.
She laid her head back, closed her eyes, and whispered, "This is heavenly."
Part 3 to come
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Alway's looking p1
“Always Looking”
Part 1
I had just left the checkout, and headed for the exit, which would take me past the office. Then I saw her. She was standing, using crutches for support along side a
desk outside the office. I immediately saw that her left leg inches from the floor protected by a purple cast.
I could tell at first glance that if she took a step, her recently casted leg could not take her weight and would be floating off the floor while she would swing her cast between her crutches.
Every time I go in public I hope for this type of sighing. A lovely woman in a leg cast of some type with crutches.
I don’t wish pain to anybody but the sight of a lovely lady in leg cast drives me crazy/
My heart raced. As I approached her I kept staring at her broke leg. I could plainly
see the arch of her foot in the well shape fiber cast.
Just behind her, next to the desk, was a rack of pamphlets; I stopped to get
another look, and picked up a pamphlet. I studied her cast from behind. The cast seem to cover her leg completely. From her foot to way up her leg.
For one second I thought of the broken bones in her long leg protected by the cast. More than protected, looking so dam sexy in that purple cast
She had a case with her. She must be some sort of a sales person, I thought,
waiting for a clerk to escort her to a particular department. I was determined
to wait until she started walking so I could glimpse at her using her crutches by necessity in her cast as she move around (my lifelong passion).
I must have read the pamphlet three or four times, and still no one came for
her. I was afraid someone would get suspicious about me standing there so long,
so I left the store with my purchase, took it to the car, tossed it into the
trunk, and went back into the store.
I meandered around the isles adjacent to the office where the young lady was
waiting. I inspected a number of items, all the time keeping an eye out, so I
wouldn't loose her.
Eventually, another young lady, wearing a store smock, approached her, and they
headed toward the exit together. Instead of exiting the store, they veered around toward the food court!
Just as I hoped, they sat at a table. I quickly went over and purchased
a cup of coffee. There was no one else in the food court, so I had my pick of
tables. I sat at a table to the side of my 'prey', and a little behind giving me
a clear unobstructed view her cast.
At first she just sat with her broken leg extended beside her talking to the store girl. Then she fixed herself more comfortably in the chair, moved her broken leg on the chair beside her, exposing the bottom of her cast and toes to me!
Oh, oh, oh, ...I was in heaven. My heart raced again. You must understand
this is what I live for! And these days it is so rare that I get such a treat. I
sat drinking my coffee, talking on my cell phone to "no one", going through a
note book that I carry, all the while devouring the eye candy before me.
This must have gone on for a half-hour, at least. She would change the position
of her cast on the chair, it was obvious by the look of the cast and the way her broken leg was so uncomfortable that the fracture was recent.
As I sat there observing, I conjectured that, being a sales person, she was
probably from out of town, and most likely staying at a local hotel. So I
started formulating my plan. I rehearsed my lines to myself over and over so as
not to come across as a bumbling idiot.
Finally the store girl got up and left. I mustered up all the courage I could
find, went over to her and said,
"Excuse me. I hope you won't be offended if I ask you want happened to your leg"
"My broken leg?" She asked.
"I apologize, I have sort of a fetish for woman’s leg in cast, and I was sitting over
there and couldn't help notice and admire yours, and it's so rare to see such for a beautiful lady wearing a full leg cast these days I just wanted to express my appreciation." I said.
"I don't know what to say." She said
"You don't have to say anything. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. You must think
I'm some kind of weirdo or something, but I'm really not. I'm just a regular guy
who has this secret fetish, which absolutely no one knows about...again I'm
really sorry to have embarrassed you." I said.
I started to leave, and she said,
"Wait, would you like to sit down? I'm kind of intrigued by your story, and you don't look like a weirdo to me. I have a gut feeling that you're pretty safe, can you reassure me that you wont take advantage of a poor helpless woman on crutches?" she said smiling for the first time
"I can show you my drivers license." I pulled out my wallet and showed it to
her.
"That's me, Marco Ramiro." I said.
"I have several credit cards, My Elks membership card. I own my own home, am an upstanding member of the community, and I have a dog!"
She laughed. "That did it. Anyone who has a dog has got to be a good person. I
think we can be friends."
"Wonderful!" I said. "And thank you. I really feel honored."
"Honored?" She said. "Why should you feel honored, you don't even know me? The only think you know is that I’m a tall woman in a big, long and heavy leg cast having to use crutches for the next 8 weeks"
"I think anyone who accepts a well meaning stranger on good faith is honorable."
I said.
"Why thank you Marco. My name is Caroline Froman, now we aren't strangers
anymore." As she reached to shake my hand.
"My pleasure Caroline." I said.
"Would you like to see my ID?" she laughed.
"That was very sweet of you to reassure me like that Marco, and I really appreciate it." With that she pushed her chair back and grabbed her broken leg in her hands toward me.
"Is that what you like to see?"
"Oh, yes!" I said. "And I’m sorry that you broke your leg, must have been real painful but you have a very lovely cast that follows the contour of your sexy leg, I might add. I studied it from back there."
Part 2 to come
Part 1
I had just left the checkout, and headed for the exit, which would take me past the office. Then I saw her. She was standing, using crutches for support along side a
desk outside the office. I immediately saw that her left leg inches from the floor protected by a purple cast.
I could tell at first glance that if she took a step, her recently casted leg could not take her weight and would be floating off the floor while she would swing her cast between her crutches.
Every time I go in public I hope for this type of sighing. A lovely woman in a leg cast of some type with crutches.
I don’t wish pain to anybody but the sight of a lovely lady in leg cast drives me crazy/
My heart raced. As I approached her I kept staring at her broke leg. I could plainly
see the arch of her foot in the well shape fiber cast.
Just behind her, next to the desk, was a rack of pamphlets; I stopped to get
another look, and picked up a pamphlet. I studied her cast from behind. The cast seem to cover her leg completely. From her foot to way up her leg.
For one second I thought of the broken bones in her long leg protected by the cast. More than protected, looking so dam sexy in that purple cast
She had a case with her. She must be some sort of a sales person, I thought,
waiting for a clerk to escort her to a particular department. I was determined
to wait until she started walking so I could glimpse at her using her crutches by necessity in her cast as she move around (my lifelong passion).
I must have read the pamphlet three or four times, and still no one came for
her. I was afraid someone would get suspicious about me standing there so long,
so I left the store with my purchase, took it to the car, tossed it into the
trunk, and went back into the store.
I meandered around the isles adjacent to the office where the young lady was
waiting. I inspected a number of items, all the time keeping an eye out, so I
wouldn't loose her.
Eventually, another young lady, wearing a store smock, approached her, and they
headed toward the exit together. Instead of exiting the store, they veered around toward the food court!
Just as I hoped, they sat at a table. I quickly went over and purchased
a cup of coffee. There was no one else in the food court, so I had my pick of
tables. I sat at a table to the side of my 'prey', and a little behind giving me
a clear unobstructed view her cast.
At first she just sat with her broken leg extended beside her talking to the store girl. Then she fixed herself more comfortably in the chair, moved her broken leg on the chair beside her, exposing the bottom of her cast and toes to me!
Oh, oh, oh, ...I was in heaven. My heart raced again. You must understand
this is what I live for! And these days it is so rare that I get such a treat. I
sat drinking my coffee, talking on my cell phone to "no one", going through a
note book that I carry, all the while devouring the eye candy before me.
This must have gone on for a half-hour, at least. She would change the position
of her cast on the chair, it was obvious by the look of the cast and the way her broken leg was so uncomfortable that the fracture was recent.
As I sat there observing, I conjectured that, being a sales person, she was
probably from out of town, and most likely staying at a local hotel. So I
started formulating my plan. I rehearsed my lines to myself over and over so as
not to come across as a bumbling idiot.
Finally the store girl got up and left. I mustered up all the courage I could
find, went over to her and said,
"Excuse me. I hope you won't be offended if I ask you want happened to your leg"
"My broken leg?" She asked.
"I apologize, I have sort of a fetish for woman’s leg in cast, and I was sitting over
there and couldn't help notice and admire yours, and it's so rare to see such for a beautiful lady wearing a full leg cast these days I just wanted to express my appreciation." I said.
"I don't know what to say." She said
"You don't have to say anything. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. You must think
I'm some kind of weirdo or something, but I'm really not. I'm just a regular guy
who has this secret fetish, which absolutely no one knows about...again I'm
really sorry to have embarrassed you." I said.
I started to leave, and she said,
"Wait, would you like to sit down? I'm kind of intrigued by your story, and you don't look like a weirdo to me. I have a gut feeling that you're pretty safe, can you reassure me that you wont take advantage of a poor helpless woman on crutches?" she said smiling for the first time
"I can show you my drivers license." I pulled out my wallet and showed it to
her.
"That's me, Marco Ramiro." I said.
"I have several credit cards, My Elks membership card. I own my own home, am an upstanding member of the community, and I have a dog!"
She laughed. "That did it. Anyone who has a dog has got to be a good person. I
think we can be friends."
"Wonderful!" I said. "And thank you. I really feel honored."
"Honored?" She said. "Why should you feel honored, you don't even know me? The only think you know is that I’m a tall woman in a big, long and heavy leg cast having to use crutches for the next 8 weeks"
"I think anyone who accepts a well meaning stranger on good faith is honorable."
I said.
"Why thank you Marco. My name is Caroline Froman, now we aren't strangers
anymore." As she reached to shake my hand.
"My pleasure Caroline." I said.
"Would you like to see my ID?" she laughed.
"That was very sweet of you to reassure me like that Marco, and I really appreciate it." With that she pushed her chair back and grabbed her broken leg in her hands toward me.
"Is that what you like to see?"
"Oh, yes!" I said. "And I’m sorry that you broke your leg, must have been real painful but you have a very lovely cast that follows the contour of your sexy leg, I might add. I studied it from back there."
Part 2 to come
Sunday, November 11, 2007
My Dream
Dream
Can dream be happening?
Last night…
As I was approaching the metal stairs, I saw the danger since I was wearing stilettos 4-inch heels. I purposely waited looking at he stairs and my legs. Hopping that he wasn’t behind me anymore. He was…
I started to run down the stairs. The heel of my high heel shoe caught in the metal stair and I tumbled into the staircase. I felt a sharp pain in my leg.The pain that I felt was like none that I had ever experienced before in my life.
"Don’t move miss the paramedics are on their way"
When the paramedics were trying to immobilize my leg and loading me onto a gurney. Here I was dress in a short skirt, stilettos heels and a possible broken leg.
"Is that break as severe as it felt."
"I'm afraid so. The bones will have to be set and it is possible that it will require surgery."
"That is what I was afraid of"
The paramedics carefully loaded me into the ambulance. I was handling the pain. They were only a short distance from the hospital.Doctor had already called in instructions for x-ray.
My cast had been applied . Doctor sat down on the chair next to my bed. He said,
"There is only one good thing that came from this."I smiled, "What possible good could come from today? I have two broken bones in my leg. What good?""I, I heard about the man chasing you."
"Yes agree" I smiled looking at my cast and feeling so happy to have my leg protected an trappedSince both bones in the lower leg had been broken, my cast went clear to my hip. That cast would remain in place for a minimum of 8 weeks.
One morning, after my bath, I was trying to find the right clothes to wear. The beautiful long cast made it necessary to destroy almost everything that I wore. I had a couple of skirts and a few pair of gym shorts that I wore around the house.
I cupped my pussy and said,
"It feels so good to masturbate while casted"
One finger penetrated the lips of my tight pussy while my broken leg was on the edge of the chairI back on the bed and began to play with my breasts. I was receptive but passive at the beginning. One finger in my pussy and my fingers squeezing my own breasts.
One finger running in and out of my tight pussy
Now that my finger was running in and out of my pussy, I was experiencing more pleasant feelings than I’ve had in a long time . I could not believe how great it felt to move my broken leg in that long cast when my thumb rubbed across my swollen clit.
I moaned loudly. Although my mobility was restricted by the large cast on my leg, I was trying to open my legs wider.I was cumming harder than I had ever cum in my life.
My body went limp; I was drained of all energy.
Can dream be happening?
Last night…
As I was approaching the metal stairs, I saw the danger since I was wearing stilettos 4-inch heels. I purposely waited looking at he stairs and my legs. Hopping that he wasn’t behind me anymore. He was…
I started to run down the stairs. The heel of my high heel shoe caught in the metal stair and I tumbled into the staircase. I felt a sharp pain in my leg.The pain that I felt was like none that I had ever experienced before in my life.
"Don’t move miss the paramedics are on their way"
When the paramedics were trying to immobilize my leg and loading me onto a gurney. Here I was dress in a short skirt, stilettos heels and a possible broken leg.
"Is that break as severe as it felt."
"I'm afraid so. The bones will have to be set and it is possible that it will require surgery."
"That is what I was afraid of"
The paramedics carefully loaded me into the ambulance. I was handling the pain. They were only a short distance from the hospital.Doctor had already called in instructions for x-ray.
My cast had been applied . Doctor sat down on the chair next to my bed. He said,
"There is only one good thing that came from this."I smiled, "What possible good could come from today? I have two broken bones in my leg. What good?""I, I heard about the man chasing you."
"Yes agree" I smiled looking at my cast and feeling so happy to have my leg protected an trappedSince both bones in the lower leg had been broken, my cast went clear to my hip. That cast would remain in place for a minimum of 8 weeks.
One morning, after my bath, I was trying to find the right clothes to wear. The beautiful long cast made it necessary to destroy almost everything that I wore. I had a couple of skirts and a few pair of gym shorts that I wore around the house.
I cupped my pussy and said,
"It feels so good to masturbate while casted"
One finger penetrated the lips of my tight pussy while my broken leg was on the edge of the chairI back on the bed and began to play with my breasts. I was receptive but passive at the beginning. One finger in my pussy and my fingers squeezing my own breasts.
One finger running in and out of my tight pussy
Now that my finger was running in and out of my pussy, I was experiencing more pleasant feelings than I’ve had in a long time . I could not believe how great it felt to move my broken leg in that long cast when my thumb rubbed across my swollen clit.
I moaned loudly. Although my mobility was restricted by the large cast on my leg, I was trying to open my legs wider.I was cumming harder than I had ever cum in my life.
My body went limp; I was drained of all energy.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Best Friends con
Conclusion
“Oh god Sam… My ankle” She said looking at me
“I think I broke my ankle”
“Don’t move Cally, Sam get the air cast, we can use that to splint her ankle in position” Sophie said hopping on her good leg to her best friend careful not to hit her cast
I started realizing that my wife had broken her ankle just for me and suddenly it was like I wasn’t even there, it was a dream to see both of these sexy women injured and needing me at the same time!
“Wow! Your really did it Cally! It’s going to hurt a bit but I need to apply this tight” Sophie said as she pulled on Cally’s ankle while applying the air cast.
“I know. Ahhhhh god it’s so sore”
“Shuchhhhh! just relax dear, enjoy”
Sophie finished wrapping Cally’s broken ankle as she looked at the girl.
“God you are beautiful!” She said as she moved up Sophie’s
naked body.
Sophie cupped Cally’s well protected broken ankle. She began to slide her long and heavy cast between my wife’s legs.
Cally was making soft little noises as her broken ankle came in contact with Sophie’s cast.
I watched with mounting anticipation as Cally’s eyes came open and she looked at me!
The room filled with the sounds of the girls as they came closer and closer to there finish! Sophie was pushing her cast hard against my wife’s’ pussy rubbing the surface of her clit as she grunted
Cally was making the sounds I was so used to hearing as she came
Cally moved off of Sophie to hold her ankle in the after glow of the climax!
I had my cock in my hand and was slowly stoking it not wanting to cum yet as I watched the girls injured and yet blooming with sex apeal.
Cally looked at me with a slight smile as she leaned into Sophie whispering something to the girl. Sophie looked at me and smiled.
Cally slipped to the foot of the bed and went up on her knees. Cally slipped over so that she was behind her friend.
“Come here Sam. Please help your wife, I can’t get up with my broken ankle, our broken ankle”
I helped her up and while standing on her one good leg she turned around.
I moved up closer behind Cally took my cock in her hand. She pulled me closer, using me for support and put the tip of my dick up to her open wet hole! She held me as I pushed! I made love to my injured wife in and out ever so slowly.
Waiting for the Ambulance I watched them for the second time that night. They were both so pretty
They smiled at me and Sophie said.
“I hope that you get use to me being around because it sees I will need some help with my broken leg heals and your poor wife will need help with her broken ankle
I said. “I think this is the start of a wonderful relationship!”
The end
“Oh god Sam… My ankle” She said looking at me
“I think I broke my ankle”
“Don’t move Cally, Sam get the air cast, we can use that to splint her ankle in position” Sophie said hopping on her good leg to her best friend careful not to hit her cast
I started realizing that my wife had broken her ankle just for me and suddenly it was like I wasn’t even there, it was a dream to see both of these sexy women injured and needing me at the same time!
“Wow! Your really did it Cally! It’s going to hurt a bit but I need to apply this tight” Sophie said as she pulled on Cally’s ankle while applying the air cast.
“I know. Ahhhhh god it’s so sore”
“Shuchhhhh! just relax dear, enjoy”
Sophie finished wrapping Cally’s broken ankle as she looked at the girl.
“God you are beautiful!” She said as she moved up Sophie’s
naked body.
Sophie cupped Cally’s well protected broken ankle. She began to slide her long and heavy cast between my wife’s legs.
Cally was making soft little noises as her broken ankle came in contact with Sophie’s cast.
I watched with mounting anticipation as Cally’s eyes came open and she looked at me!
The room filled with the sounds of the girls as they came closer and closer to there finish! Sophie was pushing her cast hard against my wife’s’ pussy rubbing the surface of her clit as she grunted
Cally was making the sounds I was so used to hearing as she came
Cally moved off of Sophie to hold her ankle in the after glow of the climax!
I had my cock in my hand and was slowly stoking it not wanting to cum yet as I watched the girls injured and yet blooming with sex apeal.
Cally looked at me with a slight smile as she leaned into Sophie whispering something to the girl. Sophie looked at me and smiled.
Cally slipped to the foot of the bed and went up on her knees. Cally slipped over so that she was behind her friend.
“Come here Sam. Please help your wife, I can’t get up with my broken ankle, our broken ankle”
I helped her up and while standing on her one good leg she turned around.
I moved up closer behind Cally took my cock in her hand. She pulled me closer, using me for support and put the tip of my dick up to her open wet hole! She held me as I pushed! I made love to my injured wife in and out ever so slowly.
Waiting for the Ambulance I watched them for the second time that night. They were both so pretty
They smiled at me and Sophie said.
“I hope that you get use to me being around because it sees I will need some help with my broken leg heals and your poor wife will need help with her broken ankle
I said. “I think this is the start of a wonderful relationship!”
The end
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Best Friends p3
Part 3
Cally walked Sophie out to her car and I could see them talking and laughing. While my wife helped her in the car, sliding the cast in I came so so hard until I heard.
“Sammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” It was my wife yelling.
I runned down the stairs. The door opened and Sophie came in on her crutches with her long cast leading the way and Cally was hopping on her left leg. She was keeping her right foot off the floor
“Are you ok? What happened?”
“I’m fine dear, just rolled my ankle…It’s just a bad sprain” She said while moaning trying to stand on her bad ankle
“Sophie is going to just stay the night with us. It’s silly for her to drive home just to turn around and come back in the morning. Besides,”
Cally limp badly on her sprained ankle over to the couch undoing the buttons on her blouse as she hopped.
“We decided that knowing how you feel about sexy woman on crutches…you should be able to take care of both of us dear!”
I watched as Cally pulled off her top and then her shorts leaving her standing there dressed only in her bra and panties, standing on her left foot. The right ankle was showing swelling and discoloration.
She pulled off her bra and standing there topless smiled at Sophie who had been watching. Sophie pulled off her skirt over her cast
and then opened her blouse. Her bra opened from the front and she unhooked it and with a little wiggling pulled it off and then tied her top into a kind of knot under her boobs. Now standing in only her blouse and cast she just smiled at me.
“Is this what you had in mind Sam? I think you need to get the crutches for Cally, she can’t walk on her ankle, I’m sure its broken” Sophie smiled squeezing her crutches
“It’s a dream come true!” I smiled as I got the crutches from the closet for my poor wife.
“What do you want us to do?” Cally asked while sliding the crutches in position under her arms
“Well, first we have to check that ankle of yours.” I said as Cally’s eyes went to the bulge in my pants.
“Then we need to apply an ace bandage on her ankle until we get her to the emergency to get her broken ankle x’rayed” Sophie was smiling as she rubbed her hard cast while wiggling her toes.
It only took a few minutes for me to get the ace bandage.
Cally moaned while rubbing her ankle, it was so sore.
“It’s not fair that I get only a sprain and you get that lovely cast!” Cally looked at me with a slight smile,
“Here let me wrap it for you for you! It should make him nuts watching me wrap your ankle!” Sophie said making her way to Cally on her crutches.
Sophie looked at me as she came around the end of the bar on her crutches to sit next to Cally.
She was right! I wanted to she her touch her friend sprained ankle and I could feel my dick twitch as she reached for Cally sprained ankle and rested the ankle on her cast.
The sprained ankle throbbing while sitting on Sophie’s broken leg.
I pulled the camera off the tripod and moved around them as Ssphie slowly started to wrap Cally’s ankle. Now both girls looked at me.
Their nipples were so hard.
“Here he should like this!” came from Sophie and she grabbed Cally’s ankle strongly with both hands.
Cally moved sideways over to the couch but Sophie kept a firm hold on her bad ankle and as she sat down they both knew that her ankle could not take that much pressure!
She leaned back with her legs open just enough to put her puffy lips on display to my camera!
Cally eyes were closed and she was moaning from the pain in her ankle.
“Sophie honey do you think Sam will like me injured like this?”
“Well, I guess it would be ok! What do you think Sam?” Sophie looked at me as she ran her hand over Cally’s swelling ankle.
I could feel the cum as it leaked out of my cock
“I’m up for it” Cally said.
Sophie stood up on her good leg using only one crutch for support and pulled Cally to her feet.
I could see Cally was getting a little shaky about the whole
thing.
“Ok, remember this is just for you.”
I was trying to think of something else! God my dick was hard
Cally moved forward and stepped on her band ankle and the ligaments gave and we heard a loud snap when her ankle gave and she felt forward.
Her was flopping sideways, useless
“Oh god Sam… My ankle” She said looking at me
“I think I broke my ankle”
Part 4 to come
Cally walked Sophie out to her car and I could see them talking and laughing. While my wife helped her in the car, sliding the cast in I came so so hard until I heard.
“Sammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” It was my wife yelling.
I runned down the stairs. The door opened and Sophie came in on her crutches with her long cast leading the way and Cally was hopping on her left leg. She was keeping her right foot off the floor
“Are you ok? What happened?”
“I’m fine dear, just rolled my ankle…It’s just a bad sprain” She said while moaning trying to stand on her bad ankle
“Sophie is going to just stay the night with us. It’s silly for her to drive home just to turn around and come back in the morning. Besides,”
Cally limp badly on her sprained ankle over to the couch undoing the buttons on her blouse as she hopped.
“We decided that knowing how you feel about sexy woman on crutches…you should be able to take care of both of us dear!”
I watched as Cally pulled off her top and then her shorts leaving her standing there dressed only in her bra and panties, standing on her left foot. The right ankle was showing swelling and discoloration.
She pulled off her bra and standing there topless smiled at Sophie who had been watching. Sophie pulled off her skirt over her cast
and then opened her blouse. Her bra opened from the front and she unhooked it and with a little wiggling pulled it off and then tied her top into a kind of knot under her boobs. Now standing in only her blouse and cast she just smiled at me.
“Is this what you had in mind Sam? I think you need to get the crutches for Cally, she can’t walk on her ankle, I’m sure its broken” Sophie smiled squeezing her crutches
“It’s a dream come true!” I smiled as I got the crutches from the closet for my poor wife.
“What do you want us to do?” Cally asked while sliding the crutches in position under her arms
“Well, first we have to check that ankle of yours.” I said as Cally’s eyes went to the bulge in my pants.
“Then we need to apply an ace bandage on her ankle until we get her to the emergency to get her broken ankle x’rayed” Sophie was smiling as she rubbed her hard cast while wiggling her toes.
It only took a few minutes for me to get the ace bandage.
Cally moaned while rubbing her ankle, it was so sore.
“It’s not fair that I get only a sprain and you get that lovely cast!” Cally looked at me with a slight smile,
“Here let me wrap it for you for you! It should make him nuts watching me wrap your ankle!” Sophie said making her way to Cally on her crutches.
Sophie looked at me as she came around the end of the bar on her crutches to sit next to Cally.
She was right! I wanted to she her touch her friend sprained ankle and I could feel my dick twitch as she reached for Cally sprained ankle and rested the ankle on her cast.
The sprained ankle throbbing while sitting on Sophie’s broken leg.
I pulled the camera off the tripod and moved around them as Ssphie slowly started to wrap Cally’s ankle. Now both girls looked at me.
Their nipples were so hard.
“Here he should like this!” came from Sophie and she grabbed Cally’s ankle strongly with both hands.
Cally moved sideways over to the couch but Sophie kept a firm hold on her bad ankle and as she sat down they both knew that her ankle could not take that much pressure!
She leaned back with her legs open just enough to put her puffy lips on display to my camera!
Cally eyes were closed and she was moaning from the pain in her ankle.
“Sophie honey do you think Sam will like me injured like this?”
“Well, I guess it would be ok! What do you think Sam?” Sophie looked at me as she ran her hand over Cally’s swelling ankle.
I could feel the cum as it leaked out of my cock
“I’m up for it” Cally said.
Sophie stood up on her good leg using only one crutch for support and pulled Cally to her feet.
I could see Cally was getting a little shaky about the whole
thing.
“Ok, remember this is just for you.”
I was trying to think of something else! God my dick was hard
Cally moved forward and stepped on her band ankle and the ligaments gave and we heard a loud snap when her ankle gave and she felt forward.
Her was flopping sideways, useless
“Oh god Sam… My ankle” She said looking at me
“I think I broke my ankle”
Part 4 to come
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