Disabled Erotica

Martha, Stephens new PA

Author Sam James

 

Martha glanced sideways as she looked away from her computer screen; catching Stephen red handed ogling her black nylon clad legs as she sat at her desk. The fact that he looked away as soon as she noticed him gazing gave the game away. He was guilty as charged. Martha didn’t know what he, or any other man, for that matter found attractive in her thin legs, paralysed by polio. They were only any use to her to stand on when shackled into full-length leg braces. However she did usually encase them in the finest nylon and always wore heels when sat in her wheelchair, as she knew the effect they had on some men, and the fact that other people might find her attractive was still important to her. She had wondered how she had managed to gain promotion from the typing pool to become PA to one of the company’s top directors so quickly, far more quickly than her seniority would suggest possible. She had applied for the post and felt during her one to one interview with Stephen that he might be fascinated by her crippled body, sat so prim and proper in her wheelchair. She had been watching him all week and had managed to get through to Friday afternoon without him making a fool of himself by coming on to her. She knew that she had begun to tease him wearing shorter skirts as the week went on to show off more of her nylon clad pins. She had even taken to crossing her legs before wheeling into his office with papers for him to sign, the foot hanging in mid air pointing lifelessly down towards the carpet to emphasize her disability. She was sure that he had moved his desk slightly during the week so that he could ogle her whilst she worked as at the beginning of the week she could only see the very front of his desk from where she sat, his body hidden behind the wall dividing her office from his.

The truth was that she found his fascination with her crippled body appealing, and as she didn’t have anyone to go home to after work at the time, she wondered how she could get him to make an approach without looking as if she were begging for it. After all, he was physically fit and attractive to her, and only a few years her senior, in his mid thirties. He had let slip during the week that he thought his marriage was on the rocks. He was sure his wife was having an affair, which he seemed disinclined to challenge her on. Martha had being shaken out of a particularly vivid dream when her alarm clock went off that morning and found that she had her hand inside her night pants with her fingers madly caressing her wet slit as she had dreamt of Stephens hand in there getting her ready for a full on shag. She had needed to roll over onto her back and fuck her swollen pussy with her fingers until she came before she could think of transferring to her wheelchair and wheeling herself to the bathroom to begin her day.

Martha glanced up at the clock ticking away on the wall and knew that she only had a few minutes to tempt him before he would offer to escort her down to her car parked in the disabled parking spot out front of the building, and no doubt wish her a pleasant weekend, yet another weekend when she would have know one for company as she wheeled her way round her empty flat. She wanted him to make a pass at her so much; she had even been to the loo and used her catheter to empty her bladder twice since lunch, as she didn’t want to piss on his fingers if she could ever tempt him to put them inside her rubber panties.

Martha rolled back slightly from her desk then lifted her right leg with both hands and crossed it over her left one, noting how lifeless her foot looked pointing down towards the floor in her open toed sandal with ankle strap and two inch heel. She hoped he was watching. She then gathered up a pile of folders containing contracts off her desk and put them in her lap before wheeling away from her desk and into his office. She asked him if he would sign them off before the weekend. This was just an excuse to move into his office; in truth there was nothing in them that could not wait until Monday.

Stephen was sure that she was showing even more thigh than earlier in the day when she had last wheeled into his office and wondered if she had shimmied her skirt up for his benefit. He was pleased that he had his desk between them as she wheeled up to it, as his swelling was evident in his finely tailored suit pants. He took the chance to study the deep valley between her well-rounded breasts as she leaned forward to place the folders on his desk. He felt himself begin to blush as he realised she had also taken off her silk scarf and unfastened a couple of buttons on her blouse for his benefit. It was suddenly getting very warm in his office.

‘So what have you got for me here?’ he asked Martha clearing his throat.

‘These contracts need signing off. I will be able to get them into the post first thing on Monday then,’ she replied.

‘That seems like a lot of work for this time on a Friday evening. Can’t they wait until Monday morning?’ asked Stephen.

The crestfallen look on her face told him otherwise, and he knew that he didn’t want to argue with her so soon in their working relationship. After all she was only showing that she was keen to get on with the job. Also one thing they had in common was the fact that there was know one at home to complain if they were a little late.

‘Pass them over and lets take a look,’ he said with a sigh as if he didn’t really want to, but that she had talked him into it.

Martha began to pass the pile of folders over onto his desk but allowed some to slip from her grasp and fall to the floor spilling their paper contents all around the footrests of her wheelchair.

‘Damn, blast. I’m so sorry. I’ve made right mess. It will take me ages to sort them out into the right files again.’

Stephen realised that she could hardly pick them up on her own, sat in her wheelchair. He moved round to her side of the desk with some embarrassment due to the swollen length in his pants. He quickly knelt down before her black nylon clad legs and began to pick up the papers, hoping that she had not noticed his discomfort.

Martha wheeled back away from his desk to give him more room and was pleased to see that his gaze was once again fixed on her legs. She even rocked her chair a little to make her lifeless foot jiggle almost in front of his nose. Stephen stopped picking up the papers and just stared in longing at her legs.

‘I am pleased that you find my lifeless legs so attractive as they are otherwise pretty useless to me,’ quipped Martha.

Stephen coughed and spluttered out an apology, not wanting to be reported for sexual harassment in her first week.

‘You can feel them if you want,’ said Martha.

Stephen looked up at her with a questioning, nervous expression on his face.

‘Go on. We both know that you want to,’ she said.

Stephen wondered whether to quickly retreat back to his own side to the desk and tell her to get away for the weekend but his curiosity got the better of him. He slowly reached out his hand and ran his fingers over the fine black nylon covering her right shin as it shimmered in front of him.

‘That’s it. Have good feel of my crippled, wasted legs. I know you have wanted to do it all week. I don’t mind.’

Stephen took her right ankle in both his hands and caressed her leg up to her knee, lifting her lower leg to confirm that she really couldn’t do that alone without using her hands. He uncrossed her leg and put her wedge heeled sandal back on the footrest of her chair before beginning his exploration of her other leg up towards the hem of her dress. Martha’s knees had fallen slightly apart and he was slightly disappointed to realise that she was wearing pantyhose rather than stockings.

‘That’s it. Rub my useless legs for me. Ah, it feels so nice.’

Stephen stopped. His hands holding her right thigh just below the hem of her skirt.

‘Can you feel my hands on your legs?’ he asked rather shakily.

‘Yes I can feel them. In fact my legs are so sensitive they almost hurt sometimes,’ said Martha.

‘I thought they were paralysed. That’s why you need the wheelchair,’ he said questioningly.

‘They are. It’s just that polio did this to me. My spinal chord is still intact. The polio just damaged the nerves going to my muscles. I have full sensation in my lower body; I just cannot move anything below my navel voluntarily. My legs are spastic.’

Stephen began to move his hands again, caressing her legs with the more delicate touch of a potential lover rather than a schoolboy on a fact-finding mission in anatomy.

Martha felt his hand on her inner thigh beneath her black pencil skirt. She so wanted him to progress further up towards her sex but was suddenly worried that they might be disturbed. She grabbed his wrist to stop his further progress.

‘We had better lock the outer office door. We don’t want a gossipy cleaner coming in and finding us like this do we?’ she said.

Stephen reluctantly removed his hands from her legs and moved to stand up.

‘I will go and lock the door and make it look like we have gone home for the weekend, if you are sure you want this,’ said Stephen.

Martha smiled and reached out to run her fingers along the sizeable bulge in the front of his suit pants.

‘I want this as much as you do. Be quick, ‘ she said.

Martha wanted to move things on a little, so whilst he was out of the room she quickly slipped off her suit jacket and laid it on his desk then unfastened the buttons on her blouse almost to the waistband of her skirt.

When Stephen returned he was treated to a view of her well-filled bra as she sat there waiting for him, her legs crossed once more.

‘What do you think of my tits, big boy?’ she breathed as he came back to her, his erection now visible almost up to the waistband of his pants.

Stephen moved round to stand behind her and cupped her sizeable assets through her bra. Martha leaned forward to encourage him to pull her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and lift it up at the back to reveal the clasp of her bra. She breathed a sigh of pure contentment as she felt him release the catch and then take the weight of her tits in his large hands, caressing them with the cups of her bra. He then moved round in front of her again and lifted the bra away from her breasts before caressing her skin with his hands. He found her nipples already semi erect and so bent over and took them in his mouth in turn, sucking them up to a firmer erection. He then lifted her legs to uncross them again and placed her feet on the floor. Stephen pushed Martha’s thighs apart and ran his fingers over her tan nylon pantyhose up to her crotch. She didn’t object to his direct treatment, as she needed his fingers on her sex as much as he needed to feel her there and see if a polio girl’s slit did get aroused. He was disappointed to find that she wore pantyhose rather than stockings but quickly moved past that point and up to her crotch. He then found that the thick pad in her latex panties denied him the feel of her pussy lips that he was expecting.

‘You wont feel me through the pad,’ Martha said in desperation. ‘Lift me up onto your desk and then you will be able to get my tights and panties down.’

Stephen cleared the papers to one end of his desk and then lifted her from her wheelchair. Martha helped by placing her arms round his neck. He then turned and shuffled back wards until her bottom rested on the edge of his desk. Martha put her hands behind her and pulled her body up to sit on his desk, her lifeless legs dangling over the edge. Stephen lifted her legs as far apart as her pencil skirt would allow and then stood between them. He lifted her right breast and took her engorged nipple in his mouth, causing her to gasp in pleasure. Martha put her hands on his head to encourage him to stay on her tit, loving his gentle sucking and scraping her swollen bud with his teeth. Stephens’s fingers automatically ran along her inner thigh up towards her crotch whilst sucking on her nipple. He then remembered her incontinence panties and her pad.   Martha groaned as he let her nipple slip for his lips as his hands went to the hem of her skirt to begin to work it up over her thighs and hips, to enable him to get at the waistband of her pantyhose. She rocked from side to side on the desk to help him to get the skirt up to her waist. Stephen then cupped her padded sex and rubbed her through the layers. He could not fee her slit but she could feel him cupping her and pressuring her swollen sex.

Martha lay back on her elbows to allow him to get at the waistband of her pantyhose and begin to work them down off her hips. She rolled her hips again to help him get them off her buttocks and down to her thighs. Stephen then grabbed the waistband of her pink latex panties and began to get them off her too. When he peeled them away from her sex, exposing her trimmed pubic triangle and swollen lips for the first time he detected a slight odour of pee, only partly covered up by the scented pad in her panties. Martha smelt it too, and hoped he would not be turned off by the fact that she occasionally leaked into her panties. Stephen knelt down and unfastened the ankle strap on her right shoe. He quickly slipped her shoe off and then lifted her lifeless leg to allow him to work her tan pantyhose off her leg and foot and lift her leg out of her panties. He had detected her concern over her slit smelling of her piss and needed to reassure her that it wasn’t a problem. He did so by moving in between her thighs and planting a kiss on her love lips. Martha gasped as she felt his hot breath on her sex. It had been so long since she had last had a willing mouth between her paralysed legs. She quickly sat up and put her hands on his head, pulling him more firmly into her crotch. Stephens nose was pressed into her bush and he detected a strong odour of her piss.   If he had been told earlier that kissing Martha’s sex would involve smelling and tasting her piss he would probably have decided against further involvement, but now he was down there between her dead thighs he found her different scent strangely arousing.   Martha gasped as he began kissing her damp pubes before planting kiss all over her pussy, savouring her bitter taste. He then put his thumbs on either side of her slit and opened her before beginning to lap her from her open and ready hole up to her swollen love button. He sucked her fleshy pussy lips into his mouth, savouring the more normal tangy taste of aroused woman that he was used to. Martha just went with the flow, loving the feel of his tongue and lips on her swollen slit. She felt him find her pee hole and stimulate it with his tongue and was relieved that she had used a catheter to empty her bladder just before going into his office. She knew now that the taste of her piss didn’t put him off but flooding his mouth with her golden stream may be too much for him at this early stage in their relationship. Stephen slipped a finger inside and began to massage her love tube. He was pleased to find that para girls did get all hot and creamy in anticipation of a good fuck. He heard Martha gasp above him as he slipped a second finger in alongside the first and began to open and explore her to prepare her for his entry. He slipped his fingers out of her hole and noticed how much love juice was clinging to them. Martha guided his fingers up to her lips, as she loved to taste her own arousal.

‘Stand up and let me see your cock,’ she moaned. ‘I need fucking soon.’

Stephen quickly moved to stand between her widely parted thighs. He slipped his fingers back into her slippery hole and carried on caressing her inside whilst she quickly unfastened his belt and waistband of his suit pants then ran down his zipper. She put her hand down inside the waistband of his boxer shorts and found his swollen but still curled up cock. She lifted him into an upright position and he immediately began to swell up to full erection. She also found his large ball sac all tight and ready beneath his shaft.   Martha cupped his balls with her hand and said ‘I hope your wife’s not going to want anything out of him tonight as I don’t intend there to be much left after I have finished with you.’

‘No worries there Martha. I am staying with my brother and his family at present,’ said Stephen rather tetchily.

Martha realised she needed to do something to keep his interest having made such an inappropriate remark. She pushed his boxer shorts and trousers down and then bent over to take his swollen plumb in her mouth. She firstly tasted the unwashed male mixture of salty pee and sweat and then the earthy tang of his pre come as she encouraged the leakage from his slit with her tongue. Stephen withdrew his creamy fingers from her slit, licked them clean to savour the tang of her aroused cunt and then grabbed her head to force her mouth down further on his cock. He was amazed that she could bend almost double to do this whilst he stood between her legs. She was so flexible as she had no muscle control below her waist. She also knew how to suck cock and he loved the way she circled his helmet with her tongue whilst keeping his knob in her mouth and scratching his shaft from his balls up to his knob all at the same time. He groaned as her fellatio took him ever closer to orgasm.

Martha felt his balls twitch and got the instant taste of fresh sperm on her tongue as he leaked his stuff into her mouth. She gripped the base of his shaft tightly and gently slipped him out of her mouth.

‘Whoa. Slow down big boy,’ she said as she kept her fingers tightly clamped round the base of his shaft. ‘I need this cock of yours in my pussy before he spurts his stuff everywhere.’

He stopped twitching and she began to massage his discharged seed over his plumb, making him all slippery and ready for entry into her throbbing cunt.

‘God I need you to fuck me so much, but I definitely don’t need a pussy full of this,’ said Martha as she sucked his sperm off her thumb.

‘Get him sheathed and fuck me now, please,’ she gasped in desperation.

‘I don’t carry condoms round with me,’ he said. ‘I didn’t ask as I thought you would be on the pill.’

‘Try finding a doctor that will prescribe the pill to a para girl,’ she cried.

‘Oh sweet Jesus. I need him inside me. I haven’t had a real flesh and blood cock for so long. I know. Take my tights off and give them to me.’

Stephen wondered what she wanted them for but quickly knelt down and removed her left shoe and then pulled the tan nylons off her leg.

‘Come here, quick,’ she gasped.

Stephen stood back between her legs, his drooling knob inches from her needy cunt. Martha put her hand right down inside one leg of her tights to make a pocket and then carefully placed this over his cock, his leaky knob right down at the toe end of her nylons. She then managed to wrap several more layers of tan nylon over his length making a sheath of sorts several layers of nylon thick. Martha then took the other leg of her tights and knotted it tightly round his balls and cock, and then made another tight knot just round the base of his shaft.

‘There. It wont stop you spurting through when you come so you had better pull out in time, but it should stop you smearing your pre come all over the top of my vagina. Now get him inside and fuck me, please,’ she groaned.

Stephen lifted her lifeless thighs and shuffled in between them. Martha grabbed his nylon-sheathed cock and guided it down to her creamy hole. She rubbed him up and down her slit to lubricate the dry nylon and then centred him between her open love lips. Stephen gasped as he felt her heat kissing his knob through the pantyhose, and looked at her face for a signal to proceed.

‘Fuck me,’ she whispered. ‘Fuck me hard and deep,’ she moaned as she held her swollen cunt lips open for his entry.

Stephen thrust forward with his hips and was surprised how easily he slipped inside, her slack and paralysed pussy muscles offering no resistance to his entry.

Martha’s crying out in sheer delight left him in no doubt that she could feel every inch of his cock as it slipped past her love lips even though they were slack and lifeless to him. Stephen pushed in all the way and then began a steady fuck, encouraged by her gasps and groans as he hit the depths of her cunt with his swollen knob. Martha fell back on the table and began to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples so hard that Stephen knew must really hurt as she let him thrust away at her well lubricated hole. He ran his finger along the underside of his shaft as he withdrew coating it in her cream and then offering to her lips to savour her own excitement. Martha put her hands between their bodies and rubbed both of them along his shaft before transferring her love juice to her nipples. Stephen leaned over and sucked each nipple in turn.

‘Harder,’ she cried. ‘Make them sore, bite them.’

Stephen did as she demanded and then began to thrust into her as hard and deep as he could. They both heard the squelching sounds confirming how wet and aroused she was down there. Martha began to rub her clit, pulling her love lips back to expose it to the rough nylon knot at the base of his shaft. She began to cry out every time he thrust in all the way pushing her clit back against her pubic bone.

‘Oh Jesus. Oh fuck, I’m coming,’ she cried.

Stephen thrust in all the way and then bent over to bite down on her right nipple to push her over the edge. He was surprised to feel her thighs seem to come to life and tighten in his hands, then her cunt clamped down firmly on his shaft as she cried out in ecstasy.   He fought desperately to keep his seed in his shaft, as he knew she was gripping him far too tightly for him to withdraw. He closed his eyes and held on as she cried out her spending wrapped tightly round his cock, her thigh muscles spasming repeatedly as her upper body convulsed in orgasm. He felt his spunk making its way along his shaft and thought that he would have to cream her inside after all. Just then her love tube relaxed as she bathed him in a fresh flow of love cream. Stephen quickly pulled his spasming cock out of her well-fucked hole. He was sure his first spurt happened inside her but by the second one his wildly twitching cock laid on her belly as he pumped his seed through the saturated nylon to pool in her neatly trimmed bush. Martha grabbed his creamy nylon sheathed cock and massaged him to encourage every last drop of his sperm to flow out of his slit and cream up the outside of her belly. She coated his shaft from balls to tip with his seed as it oozed through its pervious nylon sheath on to her fingers. Stephen helped her to sit up as she sucked his discharged goo off her creamy fingers. She then put her arms round him and thanked him for a wonderful fuck.

Stephen stood back and allowed her to untie the knots and peel the saturated nylon off his rapidly softening cock. She dropped her tights on the floor and then bent over to suck the last of his spunk from his softening knob and shaft.

‘Thank you,’ she said again as she let him slip from her mouth.

Stephen thought that this was the right time for their first kiss and so lifted her up away from his cock. Their mouths met and they savoured the sperm that she had just licked from his glans, the kiss lasting longer than either of them had expected would be the case. They both wondered if there was more to this thing than quick fucks in the office after work. Martha certainly hoped so as no man had made her feel so good before.

Now the passion was spent they both became acutely aware that they could be spotted by the cleaners leaving the building if they stayed too late.

‘You had better help me on with my panties, then we can get out of here,’ said Martha.

Stephen lifted her once more lifeless leg and slipped the rubber panties back up her legs. She rolled her hips again to allow him to get them up over her buttocks and hips and then put her hand down inside to make sure the pad was snuggled up to her still throbbing slit.

‘At least I won’t leave a wet patch on the back of my skirt when I get home,’ she quipped. ‘There are some advantages to wearing incontinence pants.’

Stephen helped her work her skirt back down over hips and thighs and then lifted her back into her wheelchair. He then knelt down and lifted her right foot up to his lips and kissed her paralysed toes before easing them back into her shoe and fastening the ankle strap.

‘I bet that’s a first,’ she said.

Stephen looked at her quizzically.

‘Kissing a ladies foot after you have just fucked her. Bet you never did that before.’

Stephen confirmed that he hadn’t done it before, and then went on to do the same with her left foot, even allowing his tongue to linger between her toes, before putting her shoe on then lifting both her feet and placing them on the footrests of her wheelchair.

‘There have been many firsts tonight,’ he said. ‘I have never tasted a girls pee when I have kissed her slit before, and I actually found it quite enjoyable. I would have said that would have been a definite no before tonight.’

‘Well its one of the drawbacks of fucking a para girl, I’m afraid. I don’t piss myself on purpose, and don’t do it that often. I just can’t stop it when it happens. I think I leaked a bit tonight because I was so exited.’

‘Do you have anything planned for this weekend?’

‘Well. Nothing special. But I had better get to the chemists in the morning. I felt you spurt as you tried to pull out. It would not look very good if your new wheelchair confined PA starts showing signs of being knocked up, so soon after being plucked from the obscurity of the tying pool, would it. Can I suggest you also visit the chemists so we can use a more reliable sheath next time? I so wanted to feel you shoot your load right up inside me as I came.’

Stephen bent over and kissed her on the neck as she turned to wheel her way out of his office. It was only then that he realised he was still naked from the waist down. He quickly put on his boxer shorts and trousers and then spotted the saturated nylons lying on the floor under his desk. Better not leave then for the cleaners to find, he thought. Martha smiled as she watched him slip the soiled nylons into his briefcase. She wondered if the next time he opened the case the scent of their coupling would fill his nostrils. Would he wrap them round his cock and spurt into them again over the weekend, she wondered? She then wheeled her way down the corridor to the lift that would take her down to the foyer and on her way home for the weekend.

 

The End

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