Disabled Erotica

Reebeka

Author Sam James

Reebeka was roused from her doze on the couch in front of the TV, by the text message alert on her mobile phone. She had fallen asleep whilst watching the usual Sunday evening, non-descript rubbish, on the box. Something that she usually did following drinking wine with her Sunday dinner. She reached over to the coffee table for her phone and read the text message. She was very surprised and a little unsettled by the fact that this person had sent her a message at all. It was like a call from a past that seemed so distant, a link back to an earlier existence, one that she thought she had closed the door very firmly on six months before.

Mike had sent the message saying that he would be in town on business for two days starting tomorrow, and hoped she could meet him for dinner and the usual extra services at his hotel, at eight the following night.

Reebeka dropped the phone on the couch as if it were red hot, her mind thrown into turmoil by the message. She had sent messages and emails to all her regular clients as soon as she could following the incident that had resulted in her loosing her legs just below the knees, saying that she would not be on the escort agencies books any longer and that she had retired from her part time escort work due to an accident. She wondered if Mike had not received her messages, then remembered that he had been one of the first to reply, asking more about her injuries and wishing her a speedy recovery and return to normal life. So he knew that she now walked around on two prosthetic lower legs, and still wanted to see her. Reebeka couldn’t handle the thought that a man could still find her maimed body attractive. She boosted herself over into her wheelchair and rolled across to the bathroom, needing to get rid of some of the wine.

One she had finished her pee she looked at her reflection in the mirror tiled wall of her bathroom, sat on the loo with her leggings pulled down to just above her knees, her amputated stumps covered by the sewn up legs of her leggings. When she pulled them back up, she smoothed the Lycra over her nicely rounded stumps, lifting them so that she could get a better look at them in the mirror. She wondered why Mike would want her, knowing that she had no lower legs and feet anymore. Her hand then wandered down inside her leggings and panties to her sex, as she remembered his curiously banana shaped cock, and the way he could stroke places inside her that no other man had ever reached. She reflected that she had not had a real cock inside her since her amputations, a deep inner need smouldering in her belly.

Reebeka wheeled her way back into the lounge and finished off her glass of wine whilst sat in her wheelchair. She decided it was time for bed, as she needed to get up at seven the following morning to get ready for work at the bank.

She wheeled into her bedroom and looked at the three pairs of legs leaning against the wall. She had a pair without a heel at all, which had her trainers permanently laced on. She wore these legs to go and exercise in the park opposite to her flat. She had a pair with a low heel, which she wore day to day when at work; along with the trouser suits she had adopted which covered the join between her real and prosthetic limbs so well. She also had a pair of legs designed for wearing with a three-inch heel, which she had not yet had the courage to try and walk in.

Reebeka slipped off her leggings, and then rolled over to her wardrobe. On the bottom shelves were her shoes, including her designer Gucci and Prada stiletto heeled court shoes and sandals, which she had not had the heart to sell or give away, although she didn’t expect to ever wear them again. She picked up her once favourite fire engine red court shoes with a three-inch heel and ankle strap, and then wheeled over to her legs. She fitted the shoes on her prosthetic limbs then rolled the stump socks over her stumps before fitting them into the sockets on her legs. She locked her wheelchair then pushed herself to her feet, attempting to stand on stiletto heels for the first time. She wobbled, not able to find her balance, and slumped back onto the seat of her wheelchair. Reebeka then wheeled herself backwards, dragging her heels on the carpet, across the bedroom to her crutches leaning against the other wall by the wardrobe. She adjusted their length to take the heel into account then pushed herself up to her feet. She felt much more stable with her crutches and went on a walk round her flat wearing only a T-shirt. She stood in front of the dressing mirror in the hall and looked at her body, shuffling round and studying her rear view looking over her shoulder. She still looked trim and fit, and the added height with the heels made her legs look longer and more toned. She moved on, walking round the whole flat, being very careful when putting her weight down on the narrow heels, as she felt decidedly precarious on them. She knew that she couldn’t go on a date with Mike using crutches. She didn’t use them when she wore her normal heels for work, only occasionally taking a cane with her if she knew she would be doing a lot of standing and walking in a particular day.

She went back to her bedroom and swapped the crutches for her cane, then made another tour of her flat. This felt awkward, as the cane made her lean to one side, but she found she could walk on the heels. She decided that if she had shoes with wedge heels or even court shoes with a wider heel at the base rather than her extremely thin stilettos she would be able to walk, possibly aided by her cane.

Reebeka walked back to her bedroom, sat on the bed and removed her legs, then got into bed. She lay in the dark wondering what she had just being doing and why. Surely she wasn’t even considering meeting one of her old clients for sex, with her newly disfigured body. DBK amputees did not work as escort girls.

Reebeka woke from her dream in the early hours, but for the first night since the incident she didn’t wake struggling to breath through the acrid smoke, the cries and moans of seriously injured and dying people all around her in the dark. She woke with her fingers stuffed deeply inside her pussy as she dreamed of Mikes cock thrusting into her from all angles, his knob stroking her in places no other man could reach. She put her hand under her pillow and found the powerful clit vibrator she kept there for emergencies, bringing on her orgasm almost immediately, her pussy muscles clamping down on her fingers as her cream oozed out between them. Reebeka withdrew her fingers when her cunny muscles relaxed and sucked her digits to savour her cream before rolling over and drifting into a deeply contented sleep.

Her alarm woke her at seven as usual in the week. She transferred sleepily to her wheelchair and wheeled herself into her bathroom to shower and get ready for work. As she showered, running her fingers over her smooth skin she remembered her dream. She really needed Mikes cock but wondered if she could go through with the date. Once she was dry she looked at herself again in the mirror. Her hair would need fixing, as she hadn’t had it cut for several weeks, and the thatch of rampant pubes growing up towards her navel would have to go, as she had always being clean shaven down there when she was working.

She rolled back into her bedroom to dress for work, wearing her dark blue business suit, her slacks covering her legs to her low heeled black ankle boots. She walked into the lounge whist she waited for her taxi to take her to her office in the city. Reebeka looked round at her pokey flat, comparing it to the executive apartment she used to be able to afford to rent when she supplemented her city day job with the income from her evening work. Giving up her escort income had seriously reduced her standard of living as well as killing her exciting and varied sex life.

The taxi peeped his horn, so Reebeka picked up her briefcase and walked out to make the short journey to her office. In the taxi she carried on reminiscing about her past life. She had only joined the agency to meet interesting men and have a good time and good sex. The money hadn’t being the main motive, but she had got used to the extra income and had planned to work for at least another ten years part time. She wondered if she could get back into the business walking on prosthetic legs. Her maimed body was obviously still attractive to Mike, so maybe some of her other regular clients might like to see her again.

Her mobile buzzed in her pocket, another text. It was Mike again saying that, as she hadn’t replied he guessed she wasn’t available. He said that he understood and hoped she was recovering well. Reebeka wondered what to do. Here was her chance to close the door on her past forever. All she had to do was put the phone back in her pocket and forget about Mike. He was not expecting a reply.

Mike was amazed and very pleased to get the return text from Reebeka, apologising for not replying the night before, saying she had only just switched her phone on, but she would love to see him that night, and would be in the bar of the Waldorf at eight as he had requested.

Reebeka’s heart was fluttering as she made her way up to her office in the lift, oblivious to the conversations going on all around her. She said hello to her secretary, Alison, as she breezed through into her own office and shut the door. She needed to make an appointment to get her hair seen to at lunchtime, and to look at the Internet store of her favourite shoe shop to see what shoes they were carrying in stock at the moment. When she had her morning catch up meeting with Alison she said that she had appointments meeting clients for and after lunch, meaning she would be out of the office for three hours over lunch. Alison knew that her appointments were likely to be personal business rather than work related, but as Reebeka was flexible with her when she needed time out she would cover well for her boss.

Alison admired Reebeka’s hair when she returned mid afternoon, and noted her designer shop carrier bags which she quickly put away in her desk drawer. She didn’t compliment Reebeka on her hair, as she knew she wasn’t supposed to. Reebeka found the afternoon went very slowly, and she was down in the foyer awaiting her taxi ten minutes earlier than usual, as she couldn’t wait for the evening to begin.

When she arrived back at her flat Reebeka quickly stripped off her working clothes, removed her legs, and wheeled herself into her bathroom. As she ran her bath she moved over to her shower seat and lathered up her thatch. She loved the way her sex was slowly revealed as she scrapped away all her pubes, leaving her slit smooth and exposed, her lips plump and ready, just the way she knew Mike had loved her pussy in the past.

Once she had bathed she wheeled into her bedroom to dress for her dinner date. She looked through her underwear draw and took out a black basque with lace trim and pink ribbons, and matching panties. She took a pair of sheer black stockings with seems out of her draw and rolled them on inside out. She clipped the tops into the suspender straps hanging from her basque then smoothed the nylon down to her stumps and knotted the nylons. She then removed the stockings and cut off the nylon below the knots, then turned the stockings the right way out and smoothed them back up her legs, clipping them back into her suspenders. Reebeka then wheeled over to her legs and removed the fire engine red court shoes. She smoothed sheer black nylon knee high socks onto her legs and then fitted her new wedge heeled sandals with ankle straps onto her feet. She then smoothed her stump socks over the ends of her stumps then fitted her legs. She pushed herself up onto her feet, and then went for a walk round her flat. Reebeka found that she could walk much better on her new shoes, as the heels were more stable. She decided she would still take her cane with her for the evening, as she still felt a little precarious on her three-inch heels. She then slipped on a long royal blue backless evening gown with a plunging neckline to show off her cleavage. The dress fitted her hips and buttocks well, emphesizing her curves, and hemmed at mid calf covering the join between her legs and her prosthetic limbs. Her lower legs shimmered in the sheer black nylon, her new blue open toed sandals showing off her dainty prosthetic feet.

The taxi arrived on time. Reebeka had never felt so nervous or excited about going on a date. She certainly didn’t feel hungry; her stomach knotted in anticipation of what Mike would make of his crippled lover for the night.

The taxi dropped her at the main doorway of the hotel just before eight. Reebeka relaxed a little at this, as she never believed in keeping a client waiting. The doorman remembered her from her many earlier visits, greeting her well. He wondered about her cane, and watched her walk away from him across the foyer towards the bar. He sensed something was odd about her walk but couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

Reebeka walked through the doorway into the hotel bar and immediately spotted Mike sitting on a bar stool at the far end, looking as handsome as ever in an expensive light coloured business suit. He noticed her straight away and acknowledged her presence with a little wave. Reebeka began her walk towards him across the floor, trying to move as daintily and confidently as possible. She felt clumsy as she obviously could not feel her feet on the floor, and felt that she was stomping them down rather than gliding across the carpet. She also wobbled slightly as she was still not used to heels of such a height, but tried not to put her weight on her cane as she walked.

Mike studied her movement closely as she walked towards him, and thought for a woman who had recently had her lower legs amputated she walked very well. He also took in her stunning dress and her beautifully cut hair, pinned up on her head to show off the string of pearls that he had once bought her, hanging round her slim neck.

They greeted each other warmly, obviously pleased to see each other. Mike pecked Reebeka on the cheek and whispered that she looked as beautiful as ever, and said that he was pleased she had agreed to meet him, as he had really missed her.

They moved over to a table in the corner with their drinks whilst they waited to be called in for dinner. They chatted about the trends in the stock market and how they were affecting the UK banking business. Mike commented that she was far more interesting company than the other girls he had hired from the agency since he last saw her. He watched Reebeka’s face for any sign of annoyance, having admitted that he had taken other girls as she was not available but didn’t notice any reaction. Reebeka knew her clients and their needs, and hadn’t expected any of them to remain celibate when in town on business just because she wasn’t around to cater for them.

They were called into the dinning room, as their table was ready. Mike walked a few paces behind Reebeka, watching her slightly strange gait as she wobbled slightly on her heels in front of him. He realised that her odd walk was mainly down to the fact that her ankles were fixed.

They were seated at a table in the corner of the restaurant by the waiter, who then scurried off with their order. Mike and Reebeka carried on their easy conversation through dinner, focusing on the financial issues facing their companies as if nothing had happened in the six months since their last evening together. Reebeka eventually needed the loo and so excused herself from the table. Mike studied her slightly strange walk carefully as she walked away from the table and again on her return, his cock swelling as he watched her move back towards him. In the past his attention would have been on her naked back above her rounded buttocks on the way out, and her string of pearls dangling above her obvious cleavage on her return, but this time he only had eyes for her lower legs emerging from the hem of her long blue evening gown at mid calf.

Reebeka felt a little self-conscious as she watched him stare and said so when she sat back down at the table. Mike just complimented her on being able to walk so well after her surgery. This hit a nerve with Reebeka as ‘surgery’ suggested an illness or accident had taken her legs. She reminded him sharply that a terrorist’s bomb had crippled her, not the doctors who had tidied up her injuries.

This finally brought the conversation round to the bombing, and Mike now felt safe in asking her more about that June morning in central London.

Reebeka sighed, as she knew she would have to relate the story yet again. She was getting immune to emotion as she did so, as it was something everyone she met got round to asking sooner or later.

She told how she joined the same tube train as she got every other working day, that it was as full as usual when she got on, and that she found herself stood by the doors in her light grey business suit with a knee length skirt and Gucci heels, how she had not noticed who was standing near her as passengers got on and off, as her head was buried in the latest Harry Potter novel. For some reason she did remember the changing scent of her various travel companions as they rubbed against her due to the swaying and rocking of the train. The scents ranged from expensive perfumes and heavy aftershaves to a particularly unpleasant sweaty armpit smell close to her for several stops. She only diverted her attention away from her book to check that her briefcase was still there next to her heels against the glass partition of the train on a couple of occasions during the half hour journey.

Mike expressed surprise at her choice of reading material. Reebeka said that she loved the Harry Potter books as they were set in a boarding school very different from the one she went to in Rumania. In England the kids all seemed to be well fed and have a jolly time, unlike her own state boarding school experience.

Reebeka needed to carry on and finish the story, as she wanted to get it out of the way so that they could then concentrate on enjoying the evening. She told him that the next thing she knew was a blinding flash of white light followed by a deafening explosion. She felt the fast moving train lurch sharply, then nothing as she was temporarily blinded and deafened by the blast.

Her next memory was coming round lying in the dark on the floor, trying to breath through the acrid smoke and dust. She realised someone was lying across her chest and so pushed the body off her. She remembered it felt so heavy and didn’t move. Reebeka said how she still heard the haunting screams and cries from her fellow passengers in the dead of the night. She didn’t know how long she was lying there before she spotted torch beams heading down the carriage. The paramedics were checking each body for signs of life. She knew she must make sure they didn’t miss her, and so managed to stay awake, although sleep seemed the best option at the time. The paramedics eventually reached her. She asked them to help her to her feet so that she could walk out with them, as she didn’t feel hurt. She remembered the shock she felt as she followed the head torch beam as the doctor looked at her lower body, her legs ending in a bloody mess below her knees, bones showing, her feet and shoes nowhere to be seen. The doctor tied tourniquets round her legs below her knees to stop her bleeding to death, then told her to try and stay awake until the stretcher party arrived to get her out. They came soon enough and gave her a shot of morphine before moving her. The next thing she remembered was waking up in hospital with two heavily bandaged stumps where her lower legs had been. The police told her that the bomber had swapped her briefcase for his own containing the deadly device, and then left the train.

Mike swallowed hard as she finished the story, and then thanked her for telling it to him. Reebeka had watched the colour drain from his face as she told it, and hoped she hadn’t completely ruined the evening. She could now tell of the incident in a detached manor, almost as if she had just observed it rather than being involved. This was her defence mechanism against breaking down every time she revisited that day. She needed to get Mikes mind off the subject quickly to save the evening.

Reebeka asked Mike if he wanted anything else to eat or drink, hinting that she had other plans for the evening. He said he didn’t, and suggested they go up to his suite, which had a well stocked mini bar.

She smiled as they walked to the lifts, as Mike hung back slightly again to watch her walk, fascinated by her fixed ankles.

As soon as they had the lift to themselves he pulled her to him for a passionate kiss. Reebeka felt the swelling in his groin press against her belly promising an eventful evening. She felt her pussy muscles ripple in response, as she thought of his deliciously curved cock.

Reebeka took his arm for the walk along the corridor to Mike’s room, not caring any more about her clumsy walk. She just needed this man inside her before her disfigured body cooled his ardour. They embraced again, kissing fervently as soon as they were inside his room with the door locked behind them. Mikes hands wandered down Reebeka’s sides to her hips, and then went round to feel her buttocks, pulling her towards his swollen cock. Reebeka wasted no time, crouching down on her heels and unzipping his trousers, bringing his black silk covered knob and shaft out into the open. She ran her fingers appreciatively up and down his solid length and was just about to unbutton the fly of his boxed shorts to get at him in the flesh when Mike guided her back up to her feet. He told her to walk across the room to the dressing table, sit on the stool and then take her legs off.

Reebeka was taken aback by his request. She had hoped they could fuck first, as she didn’t want her maimed legs to put him off. She looked at him questioningly, and he said please. Reebeka walked slowly across the room and sat down, then quickly slipped off her prosthetics. She didn’t lift the hem of her dress, keeping her stumps away from his gaze.

Mike then asked her to come back to him. Reebeka panicked at first, as she didn’t have her wheelchair. She then realised he wanted her to crawl across the room towards him. She worked out how to hang on to the dressing table to lower her body to the floor, and then began a slow crawl back to Mike, just walking on her knees. She kept her body upright and looked him in the eye the whole time.

When she got back to him she looked up at him, mike standing with his hands on his hips, his silk covered cock still rudely erect.

‘Carry on,’ was all he said.

Reebeka began to run her fingers up and down his curved shaft again, smoothing the black silk over his swollen knob, forcing a bead of his pre come through the material. Her crawl had obviously excited him. She unfastened the buttons of his fly and brought his cock out into the open, then began to lap him from base to tip with her eager tongue. She felt inside his shorts for his tight ball sack, bringing that out into the open too. She heard Mike gasp in delight as she sucked gently on his knob whilst scratching his balls with her sharp nails. Mikes hands went to her head, holding her mouth against him as she took more of his curved shaft inside. Reebeka could taste his potent seed leaking from his tip onto her tongue as she sucked gently on his shaft. She also felt her own juices oozing from her slit and wetting her panties as her pussy cried out for his cock.

Mike wanted to get inside her before he spurted and so guided her head away from his shaft. He told her to kneel on the sofa so that he could enter her from behind. Reebeka crawled over to the sofa and managed to get up onto it. She turned round to kneel with her back to him, her arms resting on the back of the sofa. Mike moved in behind her, kneeling down and then slowly lifting the hem of her dress to uncover her nylon clad stumps. He ran his fingers over them, then his tongue. Reebeka squealed in delight, as this was a new sensation for her. She knew her stumps were sensitive, but didn’t realise how much. She had never had them tongued before. She realised she needn’t have worried about Mikes reaction to her maimed legs, as he obviously loved her amputated stumps.

He then began to lift the hem of her dress to expose her legs and buttocks, Reebeka lifting each knee in turn to allow him to do so. Mike soon had her dress up over her back, her legs and bottom fully exposed. He began to feel her legs from her stumps to her stocking tops. Reebeka moved her knees further apart to encourage him to explore the inside of her thighs and higher.

She gasped as his thumb ran across her panties pulled tightly up to her sex. She thought he must be able to feel her wetness through them as they were by now soaked with her love juice. She wriggled her hips to encourage him more then cried out in delight as he ran his tongue over her panties, tasting her love oils and touching her swollen sex lips for the first time. She ran her hand down over her belly and pulled the sodden material aside allowing him direct contact with her engorged pussy lips, all pink, and wet, and open.

Mikes tongue burrowed up between her lips and began to lap along the length of her sex slit, savouring her leaking oils. He made her cry out in pure pleasure as he opened her outer lips with his thumbs, allowing him to suck all her inner lips into his mouth, her cream oozing out onto his tongue. He then slipped two fingers into the entrance to her creamy passage as he moved his tongue up to begin circling her swollen love button.

She pushed herself back onto his fingers urging him deeper She gasped as she felt him invade her there. Reebeka was desperate to feel his curved length rather than his fingers stroke her deep inside so pleaded with Mike to fuck her.

Mike slipped his digits out of her creamy hole and moved round to stand in front of Reebeka. He coated his cock with the cream from his fingers then offered it to her lips.

Reebeka ran her tongue all over his glans savouring the taste of his leaking sperm mixed with her hot pussy honey.

‘Its lovely Mike. Fuck me with it now,’ she moaned.

Mike pulled a packet of condoms out of his trouser pocket and took one out. He carefully rolled it down the length of his curved shaft, concentrating hard not to loose his load into the teat before he had even got inside her.

Reebeka put her head down on her arms on the back of the sofa and pushed her bottom out, inviting his penetration.

Mike moved back round behind her and rubbed his sheathed knob back and forth in her sex slit, lubricating himself ready for entry. He then lodged his knob in the entrance to her hole, loving the feeling of her lips kissing his knob. Reebeka pushed her pussy back at him, wanting him inside her. Mike held out until she rolled her hips to encourage him to enter her. He couldn’t stand the wait any longer and so thrust forward gently to ease his knob into her. He stopped again, his knob just inside, her lips closed round the ridge under his glans.

‘Oh fuck me Mike,’ she groaned. ‘Stop teasing me.’

Mike knew he couldn’t hold off his spending forever and so thrust deeply into her, sending his cock head right up into her love tube in one fluid movement. Reebeka gasped as she felt his knob deep inside her, his curved shaft stroking parts of her pussy other men had never stroked.

‘Oh wow that feels so good. Fuck me hard with it,’ she gasped.

Mike began a steady in and out movement, not too fast, withdrawing until only his knob remained inside, and then thrusting deeply into her again. He loved the way her pussy lips slipped up and down is cock, and the feeling of her love oils lubricating his shaft. He ran his hands up her bare back, feeling her spine, then slipped her shoulder straps off her dress and down her arms. Reebeka slipped them off completely and then guided his hands up to her swollen tits, still contained by the cups of her basque.

Mike began to caress her tits through the lace-trimmed cups of Reebeka’s basque. She wanted his hands on her tits and so reached round and unfastened the top fasteners of her basque, allowing his hands the freedom to move inside and get at her firm tit flesh and aroused nipples.

Mikes fingers circled then gripped gently on Reebeka’s erect nipples, sending her into spasms of sheer delight. The firm pressure of his big hands on her tits combined with his cock stroking the very depths of her pussy sent her pussy muscles into spasms of ecstasy. Mike stilled his cock deep inside her and allowed her orgasmic spasms to ripple along the length of his shaft as she gripped him firmly with her love tube. He felt her love muscles goading him to shoot, drawing his spunk up the length of his shaft, and there was nothing he could do about it. He knew if he pulled out he would still spurt as he was so close, any extra movement would set him off. As she came he felt the very top of her love tube relax around his knob giving him the room to fill her, and her love cream to begin to ooze out and drench his balls.

Mike could hold off no longer and came in great shuddering spasms right up inside her. Reebeka cried out as she felt his glans swell and pump heavy spurts of semen against the top of her love tube. As he spurted deeply into her he slipped his hands out from her basque and ran them down her legs from her hips to her stumps, caressing her stumps gently as he recovered from his powerful orgasm, his cock now motionless deep in her satisfied cunt.

He remembered the condom and so carefully withdrew from her making sure it stayed on his softening shaft.

Reebeka turned round to sit on the sofa, her legs spread shamelessly wide to allow the cool air access to her burning pussy. She rolled the sheath off his cock and then took his softening length in her mouth, sucking him clean, encouraging the last drops out of his slit with her tongue. Mike knelt between her open thighs and kissed her, sharing his seed from her tongue. He then lifted her thighs with his hands and lapped at her open sex, tasting her hot cream as it spilled out onto his tongue.

Reebeka smiled then as he ran his tongue over her stockings and then began to lick her stumps again. The sensation was weird, but she liked it all the same. Mike helped her off with her dress, basque and panties.

Reebeka needed to pee following her orgasm, and told him so.

She was surprised when Mike stood up and picked her up, and then carried her to the bathroom. He sat her on the toilet seat then turned away whilst she had her pee. Once she had finished he turned back towards her. Reebeka was surprised again, as his cock was already beginning to swell. Mike stripped off all his clothes in the bathroom, then went over to her and held her, whilst Reebeka was still sat on the loo. She moved round slightly to allow his cock to come into contact with her tits, bringing her forearms against the sides of her breasts, nuzzling his strengthening erection in her cleavage.

She discreetly slipped her own fingers into her pussy and checked her cap was still in place, as she really wanted him inside without the layer of latex between his cock and her love muscles. She also rather fancied going home with her cunt leaking his spunk for once, as she was not planning on fucking anyone else in the near future.

Reebeka got him to stand up to allow her to get at his knob with her lips, and then began to suck him to full erection whilst she played with his now dangling balls.

Mike was soon solid again and wanted to get back inside her honey pot as quickly as possible. He picked Reebeka up and carried her back into the bedroom. She felt his swollen knob against her buttock and so wriggled round until it was centred in her slit. She wriggled her hips kissing his tip with her sex lips.

Mike wanted to plunge straight back inside but knew he wasn’t sheathed. Reebeka put her hand between their bodies and guided him to her open love hole. She then allowed her weight to fall slightly, impaling her on his shaft.

‘Fuck me now,’ she whispered in his ear.

Mike gripped her buttocks and allowed his cock to slip effortlessly up inside her as she wrapped her thighs round his waist.

Reebeka cried out in pleasure again as she felt her love tube filled with his curved cock. He jigged her up and down on his tool for a while but could not get the movement to really fuck her. Mike carried her to the bed and laid her down on the quilt, his cock still firmly lodged inside. He then knelt between her thighs and pumped his length hard in and out of her saturated cunt. Reebeka thought that she would not be able to come again so soon after her last shattering orgasm. She was surprised when his solid thrusting began to take her to another peak of pleasure. She began to squeeze her own tits and pinch her nipples as each thrust against her sent a shock of pleasure up from her clit to her nipples.

Mike lifted her legs up together, holding her knees in one hand as he pumped his cock into her. She loved the way he began to lick her stumps again as he thrust into her, the extra sensation speeding her to her orgasm. Mike didn’t think he was anywhere near ready to shoot until he felt her pussy muscles clamp down tightly on his shaft again. Without the condom he felt the top of her vagina open and kiss his knob as she came, inviting him to spurt his sperm deeply inside her. They both cried out as his boiling spunk hit the depths of her cunt, Reebeka’s spasming love muscles encouraging every last drop of semen out of his balls.

Without the condom he could stay in her until he softened, and so Mike wrapped his arms round her and allowed her to wrap her thighs round his waist, whilst they kissed and cuddled until he finally slipped out of her sated sex.

He wanted her to stay the night, but Reebeka said she needed to get home to be ready for work in the morning. He knew he would have to let her go.

Mike carried her to the bathroom again and then to the dressing table stool. He held her prosthetic legs for her and helped her put them on, then kissed the toes of her shoes as he had often done in the past. He helped her stand and put on her basque and damp panties. He wanted to keep them but she said she needed them to stop his oozing spunk staining her new dress. He then helped her into her dress then called reception to book her a taxi.

Whilst they waited for the call telling them the taxi had arrived, Mike asked her if she wore her legs all the time when at home. Reebeka said that she usually took them off and used her wheelchair to get around her flat. She was sure she noticed Mikes cock begin to swell again at the thought of her using a wheelchair.

He asked her if he could see her the following night, as he would be staying one more night in town. Reebeka said she would love to see him again. He asked if he could come to her place this time, to get out of the hotel.

Reebeka said that her flat was not as opulent as the one he had visited her in previously, but she would love him to visit her at home, and she would cook a home cooked Rumanian dish as she had done in the past.

Reception called to say the taxi had arrived, so at that they parted, Mike going for a shower whilst Reebeka made her way down to the taxi. The doorman smiled at her, as he bid her goodnight. This hotel was far too up market for him to question the comings and goings of guests and their friends. He still wondered about her slightly strange walk and her needing her cane to get down the steps to the street. He remembered her being so elegant; almost cat like in her movements in the past.

Reebeka rubbed her thighs together in the taxi. She could feel Mikes deliciously slippery semen oozing out of her well fucked pussy, and congratulated herself on pleasing him so much whilst having her first sex since coming out of hospital.

She thought about the evening, and the way Mike seemed more attracted to her than ever, now she was an amputee. She had been surprised when he wanted her to remove her legs and crawl around the room for him, and still thought it very strange, but if that turned him on, well, he was a client after all. She also wondered if he would expect her to be using her wheelchair when he visited her the following night, as she rather suspected that was why he wanted to see her at her own flat. She had definitely never thought of her wheelchair as sexy, but maybe Mike would get her to see things differently.

The End

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