Disabled Erotica

Lunch date with Helena

by Sam James

Gavin balanced his half-baguette sandwich on top of his carry out coffee cup to free up his right hand to open his office door. When he swung the door open he was surprised to see his secretary, Helena still sat at her desk. He always went to the sandwich shop across the road from the office block to purchase his lunch, and unless the day was exceptionally warm and sunny he would bring his lunch back to his office and spend his lunch hour on the Internet. Helena, on the other hand had gone out for lunch every day since she started working as Gavin’s private secretary four weeks ago.

Gavin’s jaw almost dropped when he realised how much she had changed her appearance from the stiff and prissy secretary he had left in the office twenty minutes ago. She had pulled all the pins from her hair allowing the tight bun to transform into a wild blond main hanging loosely about her face and shoulders. She had even tousled it up to make it extra frizzy. She also sported more makeup than she had been wearing before lunch, her pink lips now transformed by her glossy fire engine red lipstick and her cheek bones accentuated by darker blusher. Her eyelashes looked thicker too. His gaze followed on down to see that she had removed her neckerchief and unfastened enough buttons on her white blouse to show off almost all of her deep cleavage between her well-rounded mounds. She looked absolutely smouldering and he felt his mouth go dry and an instant swelling begin in his thin suit pants.

‘I thought you would have gone out to lunch as usual,’ he quipped, just for something to say.

‘Well, I am very hungry, but I can get what I need right here,’ breathed Helena.

He watched as she slipped her suit jacket off her shoulders, leaning forward in the process to show him even more of her D cup size cleft in the front of her blouse.

‘Why don’t you lock the door and pull the blind down,’ said Helena. ‘Anyone who passes the office will just think we are in an important meeting and not to be disturbed.’

Gavin put his coffee and sandwich on the filing cabinet by the door and did as he was told. He couldn’t believe his luck as he had fantasised about having Helena ever since he had employed her, but she had always seemed so aloof and unattainable. He also knew she was a married lady with two school age daughters.

‘Take your jacket off and come over here,’ she said, in a very sultry voice.

Gavin hung his jacket over the chair on his side of her desk and walked round to join her on hers. It was a good job that he had left his coffee on the filing cabinet otherwise he would have dropped it in surprise. Helena had hitched her knee length grey skirt up to mid thigh, showing off her black stocking clad left leg right up to the welt of her stocking top. She pivoted her leg back and forth on her four-inch patent leather black stiletto heeled court shoe. Her leg looked statuesque and fantastic, shimmering in the black nylon. However, what had shocked Gavin was that’s its twin lay discarded on the carpet behind her desk, still clad in its own black stocking and low heeled hush puppy shoe. He watched as Helena smoothed her skirt over her short thigh stump hidden by the material. He noticed that her prosthesis had a waist belt attached to it confirming that her stump was too short for her to wear a suction socket successfully.

‘Want to see it?’ she teased, caressing her stump through her skirt.

‘Yes. I would like that,’ whispered Gavin as he wondered where this was all leading and if he dare take things further in his office.

Helena quickly stood up on her good leg, and then knelt on her swivel office chair. She turned sideways so that her stump was nearest to him and then began to slowly hitch up her skirt, revealing firstly all her good thigh and stocking and then, when she was up to showing the bare flesh above her left legs stocking top the end of her black nylon clad stump came into view. She hitched her skirt right up to her hip exposing all of her very short right thigh to his gaze. She had managed to clad her tiny stump in a black stocking but the top was almost in her crotch as her leg was so short. She lifted her stump and circled it, showing him that she still had all the movement in her hip joint whilst she held her skirt up round her waist to let him see it all.

‘Want to touch it?’ she asked, knowing that he could not say no.

Gavin stood next to her and reached out gingerly with the fingers of his right hand to just touch the end of her stump.

‘It wont bite you, and you cant hurt it,’ said Helena.

Gavin touched it more firmly, pushing it up to take some of the weight off her hip as it hung from her body. Helena rocked the chair slightly to encourage him to caress it for her.

‘That’s it. Rub it with both hands. Massage my stump for me,’ she whispered. ‘It itches after I have taken my leg off. Rub it for me. Oh that’s so nice.

Her encouraging comments led Gavin to forget his self-consciousness and caress it all over, right up to the top of her short stocking.

‘Oh that’s nice. I love to have it kneaded like that,’ whispered Helena.

She began swivelling slightly back and forth on her chair encouraging him to work his fingers over her whole stump.

‘Your enjoying that, aren’t you?’ she said. ‘I knew you would. I bet your cocks swelling up too.’

‘How did you know I would enjoy it? Seeing your leg lying on the carpet might have freaked me out,’ he said as he moved his caress to the inside of her thigh stump.

‘Yesterday afternoon, whilst you were away at that meeting I needed some info to finish off working on the Preston proposal. I didn’t have access to the file I needed on my log in, and I knew you never lock down your PC when you leave the office in the daytime so I sat at your desk. You had left your Internet browser open and there was a You Tube tab still open. You had left it logged in to your account. I looked at your favourites.’

‘Oh my God. I’m sorry. I should be more careful and discrete. I’m so sorry,’ said Gavin.

‘Why be sorry?’ said Helena. ‘I learned something too. I didn’t know there were that many videos of good looking amputee women crutching around on the Internet.’

‘Oh well. Its all out in the open now,’ quipped Gavin.

‘Well. I had suspected something. Your video clips just confirmed it,’ said Helena.

She swivelled round slightly again making it inevitable that Gavin’s fingers would brush against the damp crotch of her black panties. He felt the dampness then it was gone again, his fingers back on the top of her stump. She had told him what she wanted.

‘I am pleased that you’re not mad at me,’ said Gavin. ‘I’ve been trying very hard to hide my fascination for you and your amputated leg. I didn’t know how you would react if you thought your disability turned me on.’

‘Well it got me this job,’ didn’t it,’ she said with a smile on her face. ‘When I limped into this office for my interview and had to bend my leg with my hands as I sat down I spotted your interest in me straight away. I knew that as I could type and answer the phone as well as any of the other candidates that you would offer me the job, so being a limping cripple is not always bad.

She swivelled round again and felt his fingers brush her panties again. She then bent her knee a little, forcing her swollen sex lips against his fingers through the material.

‘We can talk about your fascination with disabled women and my reaction to it another time. People will expect us back from lunch soon and I need something from you right now,’ whispered Helena.

Gavin’s fingers traced the outline of her pussy lips through her panties. Helena quickly pulled the crotch aside to allow his fingers direct access to her hot wet slit.

‘Oh that’s nice. Feel my wet pussy,’ she gasped, forcing her sex more firmly against his fingers.

Gavin parted her sex lips with his fingers and ran his middle finger up and down her slit, feeling her wetness ooze out onto his hand. He cupped her more firmly as she pressed down harder on his hand, encouraging him to slip a finger up inside her love tube as it hung open in invitation.

‘Oh that’s nice. Stroke me inside with your strong fingers,’ she whispered.

Gavin slipped a second one up alongside the first and began to stir her love juices round just inside her hole. He heard her squelch and knew she was ready for his cock. He brought his thumb round to press on her clit as he massaged her stump with his free hand. Helena began to pant breathlessly letting him know that she was close to her orgasm. He wanted to get his shaft inside her before she came as he thought she might deny him access once she’d had her own pleasure so he slipped his fingers out of her hot hole and offered his girl cream coated digits to her mouth. Helena sucked on them greedily then hoped off the chair and sat down facing him with her leg and stump widely parted. She reached out for his zip and quickly put her hand inside his pants to bring out his swollen and solid cock.

‘Ohh that’s lovely. So long and thick,’ she whispered. ‘Let me taste your lovely knob.’

Helena opened her fire engine red lips wide and took all his glans and the first few inches of his swollen shaft into her mouth. Gavin gasped in delight as she began to circle his cock with her tongue, running it round the ridge under his helmet. She began to slip him in and out of her wet mouth, grazing the top of his sensitive knob with her teeth. At the same time she quickly unfastened the rest of the buttons on her blouse down to the waistband of her skirt and reached round behind her back to release the clasp of her bra. She then guided Gavin’s hands inside her blouse to lift her bra away from her firm mounds and caress them for her. He felt her hard nipples graze his fingers leaving him in no doubt that she was aroused and wanted him. When she opened her mouth wider and attempted to take all of his cock in her mouth he decided it was time to pull away. If she had gagged and swallowed he knew he would not be able to stop himself from unleashing his sperm straight down her throat and he really wanted to see how she felt with her cunt wrapped round his shaft. He pulled away from her and knelt down on the carpet in front of her. Helena put her good foot up on her desk and let her stump fall away to offer her swollen pussy up completely to his mouth. Gavin wasted no time in getting between her thighs and sucking on her engorged pussy lips.

‘Eat my cunt. Suck it all into your mouth. Make me cream on your tongue,’ she moaned as she put her hands on his head to gently pull him deeper into her crotch.

Gavin did not neglect her stump as she worked his tongue into her open love hole, caressing it with one hand whilst frigging her clit with the other. Helen grabbed his hand and forced three of his fingers up inside her hole, jamming her cunt down hard on his hand. ‘Ohh fuck me with your strong fingers,’ she cried ‘I’m so close. Make me come. Please.’

Gavin pulled his face away from her crotch. It was glistening with her pussy honey. ‘Sit on your desk,’ he said. ‘I think you need my cock rather than my fingers inside you right now.’

Helena quickly stood up and hopped the two paces to her desk before sitting on it and putting her stiletto heel on his shoulder. She spread her cunt wide with one hand on each side of it and said, ‘come on then big boy. Get that cock of yours in here now.’

Gavin was relieved that she hadn’t asked him to cover his drooling knob before entering her, as he didn’t carry condoms just in case he got lucky. He offered his slippery knob up to her slit, sliding it up and down in the slick love juice oozing from her before she grabbed his shaft and centred him in her gaping love hole.

‘Fuck me now, please,’ she pleaded.

Gavin didn’t need asking twice as he knew he could not hold on to his seed for ever and so thrust it in all the way with one solid jerk of his hips. Helena gasped in delight as she felt him force her sheath open deep inside and then fill it to capacity with his throbbing length in one movement.

‘Oh fuck. That’s so good,’ she gasped as he began to slip his cock in and out of her well lubricated love tube.

Gavin settled in to a steady rhythm, as she lay back on her desk and began to squeeze her turgid tit flesh. He leaned back to watch her swollen love lips cling to his cream coated cock as he withdrew, then fold back against her body as he thrust solidly up into her again causing her to moan in pleasure each time he squeezed her clit with his pubic bone. He lifted her leg from his shoulder and began to caress her perfect, black nylon clad single leg from her calf up to her hip and back again, the fact that she only had one leg made this doubly arousing for such a dedicated leg man

‘Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,’ she chanted almost in a whisper, aware that the office walls were thin, kneading her tits almost painfully. Gavin leaned over and sucked hard on each erect nipple in turn causing her to groan with pleasure.

Gavin slipped her high-heeled court shoe off her single foot and engulfed her nylon-clad toes with his mouth. He had never had the courage to do this with any other woman he had been with although he had wanted too, and now seemed the perfect time.

‘Ohh that’s kinky, and so nice,’ gasped Helena. ‘Rub my stump for me,’ she pleaded.

Gavin let her good leg drop back to the desk and moved across to caress her stump with both hands. He had wanted to do this but seemed to need to be invited to feel the main reason of his desire for her. Her leg had been amputated only three inches from her groin giving her a very short stump, hence the hip belt on her prosthesis. Helena found that her stump was an erogenous zone in itself, being so close to her slit and so encouraged him to caress it all over as he continued his thrusting in and out of her creamy hole.

‘Oh my God. Rubbing my stumps made your cock so big. Oh Jesus. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,’ she whispered.

Gavin felt his seed rising along his shaft and knew he could not go on much longer. He caught a drool of her cunt cream dripping off the underside of his shaft and offered his creamy digits to her panting mouth. As Helena sucked them clean he said ‘that’s it. Savour the taste of your cunt before I spurt my load inside and make you taste of me instead.’

Helena looked at him in sheer panic. ‘Not inside me. Pull him out. Don’t spurt in me, please.’

Gavin was almost there. He thrust hard up inside her twice more then withdrew as he felt his cock twitch, getting ready to spurt. Helena guided his knob to her stump. Gavin found the crease in the end created when the surgeon had closed her up with his stitches. He slipped his cock up and down her suture line a couple of times, enjoying the feeling of the black nylon covering her stump and the gasped as his thick white sperm began to pulse from the eye in the end of his knob to soak though the stocking and anoint her scar. Helena sat up and wrapped her hands round his shaft encouraging him to empty himself all over her stump. Gavin put his head on her shoulder and gasped in pure delight as she did this, loving the way she was taking so much care to see that he was fulfilled As he began to soften in her hands she rolled the black hold up stocking off her stump and wrapped it round his dwindling shaft. Gavin pulled away from her and sat on her chair before running his tongue along her suture line to scoop up some of his discharged goo. Helena leaned over towards him and kissed him for the first time, savouring the potent seed on his tongue.

‘I thought I could come inside you as you hadn’t asked me if I had any condoms. I’m sorry,’ whispered Gavin.

‘It wasn’t about being safe. I have a coil. Its just in case my husband wants to stir his fingers round inside me when I get home. Its very unlikely, but I don’t want to take the chance of getting caught. Not yet anyway.’

Gavin kissed her again. ‘Thank you for everything. You are amazing.’

‘We had better get dressed and open the blinds. Everyone will be returning from lunch,’ said Helena. ‘Could you pass me my leg?’

Gavin picked it up and leaned it on the desk next to her. Helena grabbed some tissues and tried to wipe away the rest of his sperm from her stump before rolling on her stump sock and fitting it into the socket at the top of her leg. She then stood and forced her stump down into the socket before lifting her skirt and wrapping the hip belt round her body and fastening the two buckles holding it there. She then bent her leg to allow herself to sit on her chair and took a low heeled hush puppy shoe out of her drawer and slipped it on her single foot, placing the high heeled court shoe back in her desk drawer.

‘I need to go to the loo. Do you want me to get you another coffee on my way back as yours will be stone cold by now?’ asked Helena.

‘Yes please,’ said Gavin.

Helena reached out and took his shrivelled cock in her hand, lapping a droplet of sperm from the tip. ‘You had better put him away before I open the door, then,’ she said with a smile.

Gavin tried to concentrate on his work that afternoon but questions regarding Helena’s amputated thigh and her prosthesis kept flashing up in his head. Mid afternoon he decided he needed a conversation with her about it, rather than work matters. He went to the canteen and returned with coffees and Danish pastries.

‘Thanks for the coffee. Are we stopping for an afternoon tea break then?’ asked Helena.

‘Guess so,’ said Gavin.

Helena scooted over to his deck on her chair, her prosthetic leg dragging its foot along the carpet.

‘Have you being watching You Tube videos again?’ asked Helena.

Gavin nodded shyly, wishing he had closed the browser before he went for the coffees.

Helena quickly ran through his favourite video clips. ‘You do like videos of women crutching out in public, don’t you?’

‘Well yes. There is something about seeing a girl glide along the pavement using crutches on only one leg. Its always fascinated me, I suppose.’

‘So you have been interested in disabled women for some time?’ she asked.

‘My Aunty Jane lost her leg at the hip to bone cancer when I was a little boy. Seeing her crutch around when she came out shopping with my Mum and I always fascinated me. She told me when I had plucked up the courage to ask her when I was in my teens that she hated wearing her prosthesis as she had no stump, and felt that it just hung off her hip. She was a beautiful woman.’

‘I see. A devotee from an early age then.’

‘Yes. You could say that. You Tubes great though as I get to see many more legless women. There is something I want to ask you.’

‘Go on.’

‘Do you always wear your prosthesis?’

Helena smiled at him. ‘I wondered how long it would take you to ask me that. No I don’t wear it at home as it’s heavy and makes me tired dragging it round all the time. I don’t even always wear it when I am out in public.’ She noted Gavin’s interest pick up when she said this. I don’t use my crutches when I am out though as I like having my hands free to carry things.’

‘Do you wear a peg leg then?’ asked Gavin with barely concealed excitement.

‘I do. I wear my peg leg most of the time, just swapping to my prosthesis when I come to work or go out somewhere where I don’t want to advertise my legless state. Most of the weekend I will be using my peg leg.’

‘I would love to see you walking with it. Maybe we can meet up sometime at the weekend? Do you ever go out using your crutches?’

‘I only really use my crutches in the house, and as for the weekend, I’m a married lady, remember?’

‘Ah well. I will just have to imagine you out walking with the end of your peg leg sticking out from the bottom of your jeans or your little stump swinging freely under your short summer dress as you crutch along.’

‘You can wrap my come soaked stocking round your cock if you like too as I don’t want it back,’ said Helena with a smile.

‘You still haven’t told me how you lost your leg,’ said Gavin.

‘Only because you have never asked. Lets save that for another time as I have some important calls to make before the end of today. I think we need to get back to work boss.’

Gavin closed down his You Tube browser and tried to concentrate on work, but his mind kept wandering off, imagining her walking, and swinging her peg leg out to clear the ground with each step. He could only hope that he would get to see her outside work sometime.

 

The End

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