Disabled Erotica

Julie's Photo Shoot

Author Sam James

Paul though about his meeting with Julie often, fantasising about their photo shoot, imagining what she would look like in a short skirt, her peg leg in stark contrast to her nylon clad left leg, wondered what an amputees stump felt like and if he would ever get to find out. He was not surprised when she didn’t call though, thinking she would have second thoughts.

Paul was taken aback when he got a phone call a few weeks later. He didn’t recognise the number and was very surprised to hear Julies voice on the phone. She asked if he had organised the photo shoot, and seemed annoyed when he said that he hadn’t done anything about it, as he didn’t expect her to call. He detected real disappointment in her voice, and so said that if she still wanted to do it, he could arrange something in a matter of days. She said that weekends were the best time for her, and Paul agreed to call her back with the arrangements.

He realised that he was shaking with excitement when he put the phone down. This was better than his wildest dreams. He called three studios, settling on one that gave a special weekend rate, as commercial photographers didn’t often work then. He went round to check the place out as he hadn’t used this company before, and was very pleased that he had the use of three different sets, an office, a bedroom, and a lounge with a long couch. He called Julie back within the hour and agreed that she would meet him there on Saturday afternoon.

Paul went to the studios early to set up his camera and check out the lighting rigs and backdrops. He was so excited that he would soon see his amputee model in all her glory, and really hoped she would let him massage her stump.

He heard a knock at the front door and went to let her in. He stepped aside and watched her limp down the hallway, her black strut emerging from the hem of her long black trench coat, perfectly balanced by her left calf encased in black nylon, with a seam running down to her black court shoe with a three inch heel.

She turned to face him by the coat stand and unfastened the belt of her trench coat. He gasped as she opened it and shook it off her shoulders as she revealed her policewoman’s uniform, well a sexed up version at least. She hung up her coat and then pulled a flat-topped policewoman’s hat from her shoulder bag and placed it on her head, fitting it over the bun her hair was tied up in.

He took in her well-fitted navy tunic, white blouse and bootlace tie. Her skirt was probably a little short for genuine police issue as it was hemmed at mid thigh, and he didn’t really believe that policewomen went to work wearing such sheer nylons with seams running down the back, and high heeled court shoes. He was delighted that the skirt was short enough to show off the end of the fitting that encased her stump as well as the knee joint and black strut. He was also taken aback by the fact that she wore a genuine equipment belt complete with handcuffs and an old fashioned truncheon.

She asked if he liked what he saw?

He cleared his throat and then whispered that he didn’t know she was into uniforms.

Julie told him that this was her genuine working gear, apart from the sexing up by wearing a short skirt and stocking instead of trousers. Paul was amazed to find out that she really was a policewoman.

Julie suggested they get started and he took her on a tour of the sets. She decided that the office one would be the best place to start and looked round the room to begin to feel more comfortable whist Paul picked up his camera and set the lights.

To make conversation he asked Julie what see did, working for the police force.

She told him that she just did a day job behind a desk on the electronic crime-fighting unit now, but that before she lost her leg she was in the drug squad. She told him she was still looking for the bastard of a drug dealer that smashed her kneecap to pieces with a large caliber automatic bullet when she was chasing him during a raid on a warehouse by the docks. He obviously stopped her dead with the bullet and got away. They had not seen him since.

Her knee was so badly shattered that it could not be rebuilt, hence causing the amputation above it.

To lighten the mood she began to unbutton her tunic, and reminded Paul that they were there to do an erotic photo shoot. He picked up his camera and began to snap away as she sexily unfastened her tunic, then slipped it off her shoulders. She stood with her foot and rubber capped peg leg well apart and shifted her weight from one hip to the other. Paul dropped to his knees and took some shots from a low angle to emphasise her disability. Julie leaned back against the desk and balanced on her peg leg, lifting her stiletto encased foot off the floor and showing off her bent knee and stocking. From his low viewpoint Paul could see her stocking top and also the black socket encasing her stump almost to her crotch.

He stood up as she leaned back with her hands on the desk behind her and pushed her well-filled blouse out towards him.

She said that she hoped he had just got the view he was looking for. He blushed, as seeing her socket had caused his cock to swell in his boxers.

Julie pushed herself upright away from the desk then turned round to face away from him, spinning on her peg.

“Cuff me”, she said.

Paul could not believe his ears, and thought he was daydreaming. He asked her what she had said.

Julie repeated her instruction. She put her hands behind her back and said again “cuff me”.

Paul did not know where this was going but was so excited he dropped the handcuffs as he pulled them from her belt. He picked them up off the floor and noticed they were already open. He carefully wrapped one round her right wrist and squeezed it shut with a sharp, metallic click. Before doing her left wrist he asked if she had the keys.

Julie told him sharply that of course she had the keys, but she would not tell him where they were until she wanted releasing.

Paul snapped the cuff shut on her left wrist, rendering her pretty effectively helpless, then awaited her instructions.

Julie shuffled round again and moved back to rest her bum on the edge of the desk.

“I think its time you unfastened my blouse and took some pictures of my underwear, don’t you?”

Paul took off her tie, and then began to unfasten her blouse, revealing a nice cleavage between her C cup tits. He moved back to take some pictures then unfastened her blouse right down to her equipment belt. She told him to leave the belt on, so he pulled the blouse out from under it and then slipped it off her shoulders, leaving it to hang off her forearms and wrists.

Her tits were lovingly encased in a cream plunge front bra with pink lace trim. He ran his fingers over the cups. She pushed them out to him and asked him what he was waiting for?

Paul felt very disorientated. Here he was with a woman effectively in bondage. He could do whatever he liked to her, and he really wanted to lift her skirt, pull her panties down and bend her over the desk for a good fucking, his throbbing cock was urging him to do so, but he couldn’t. He could not do anything that she didn’t ask him to. She was in total control of the situation, not the other way round. She could not defend herself, and she had only known him for a couple of hours, but she was so strong mentally that she knew he would not do anything to her that she didn’t want him too.

His fingers were shaking as he traced the cups of her bra, soon finding her nipples thrusting out against their constraints. He reached round to her back and unfastened the clasp, then moved back to the front and eased the bra away from her turgid tits. She gasped as he blew gently on her now exposed nipples. She asked if he liked them, encouraging him to give them a full examination with his hands before he moved away again to take more pictures. She suggested he make her nipples stand up even more before they went any further. Paul moved in again and bent down to lick and caress her nipples with his tongue. He almost spurted in his pants when he felt her lift her nylon clad knee and press it into his groin as he worked on her nipples.

Now he really didn’t know where this game was going to end. Was she goading him to take charge and fuck her, or just gauging the state of his arousal?

Julie told him to strip down to his undies, as it was not fair that she would soon be naked whilst he remained fully clothed. Paul quickly did as she asked, feeling his face redden as he revealed his swollen cock standing to attention, tenting the front of his boxer shorts.

Julie balanced on her peg again, and brought her stiletto heel up to trace the outline of his cock through his shorts. She then pressed down hard against his scrotum, causing him to leak from the tip, a dark patch appearing in the light blue cotton where it was stretched over his swollen glans.

She said that it was good to see that he was as excited as she was, then put her heel back on the floor and turned away from him to face the desk again. He helped her bend over and place her chest on the desk, her tits squashing down on the cold, polished surface. She moved her leg and peg apart then arched her back, forcing her bum up in the air. She asked him why he hadn’t taken her skirt off yet?

Paul took the hint and quickly unfastened and unzipped her skirt, then watched it fall to the floor around her foot and strut. She wriggled her hips, showing her bum off to him whilst he reached for his camera again and knelt once more for that sexy low-angled shot. He photographed the socket of her peg leg, which fitted her stump almost to her crotch, and the bare flesh above her stocking top. He moved in close to picture her swollen sex lips filling out the crotch of her cream panties.

“Want to see my cunt?” she asked nervously, as she wriggled her hips again.

Paul ran his fingers up the socket of her peg leg right into her crotch, and then traced the outline of her swollen lips with his thumb. She moaned and pushed her bum out further. He could feel the dampness of her excitement in her panties. He hooked his finger into the leg of her panties and pulled them aside, revealing her wet slit in all its aroused glory.

She gasped as he ran his finger along her slit, encouraging her lips to part and show her inner pink folds. He massaged her hot, wet slit until she was parted enough to show the entrance to her vagina, oozing with arousal. He moved back to record the beautiful sight with his camera, even smearing her pussy cream on to the black socket of her peg and getting the camera angle right to show it glistening in the lights.

He desperately wanted to drop his boxers and feed his drooling cock into her ready pussy, but knew that he could not do so unless she told him to.

Instead she asked him to help her to stand again. She then shuffled round so that her bum was resting against the desk, and then asked him to lift her so that she could sit on it. He was really excited that she could not really do anything for herself, with her hands cuffed behind her back. She then told him to take his boxer shorts off, before lifting her left leg again and caressing his cock with her black stiletto heeled court shoe. When she pressed her sharp heel into his balls he again oozed semen from the tip, this time soiling the polished toe of her shoe. Julie told him clean her shoe with his tongue, as she had polished it ready for work that evening. It was his turn to groan with arousal as he lifted her foot to his mouth and lapped his semen from the shiny leather.

He then put her leg down and watched her move her thighs apart. He knelt between then and opened her lips with his tongue before plunging it into her now open love tube. She stopped giving instructions for a while and just moaned aloud, enjoying his tongue exploration of her inner folds.

Julie surprised him again then by telling him to remove her leg. When he stood up she was pleased to see his face smeared with her pussy honey. She told him to unscrew the cap to release the suction, then twist it slightly until he felt it detach from her stump.

Paul did this, and then almost shot his load as he saw an amputated stump in the flesh for the first time. She asked him to massage it for her as it always itched when she had just removed her leg.

He stood between her thighs, his drooling knob close to her pussy as he began to caress and massage her stump. He loved the soft feel of it and the way she kept lifting it up for him. He soon slipped the fingers of his left hand into her pussy and began to massage that too, on the inside, whist feeling her stump with his right hand.

He felt his cock spasm and force a good dollop of pre come onto her leg as she lifted it and began to squeeze his cock against his belly with her nylon clad knee.

“Lets go next door to the couch,” she moaned in his ear.

Paul realised he would have to carry her, as without her hands to support her she could not really hop around on her one leg. He picked her up and carried her to the couch in the next room, gently laying her down on it.

“Bet you want to fuck me with that achingly hard cock of yours, don’t you?” she purred.

“Pity about that, as I want my truncheon, as it will fill me just as much and wont cause my belly to swell up.”

Paul took the hint and slipped her solid black truncheon out of the holster on her belt. He offered it to her lips to allow her to lubricate the tip. She took it deeply into her mouth in a parody of cock sucking which made him spasm so hard he thought he must shoot, but just managed to hold back.

When she had made the end of the surrogate cock thoroughly wet he pulled it from her mouth and slipped it back and forth along her creamy sex slit. She wriggled her hips to make sure it found her entrance then groaned, “Fuck me big boy.”

Paul pushed it against the resistance of her inner lips, then felt her give, and watched the slick black shaft slip easily inside. She began to move her hips, forcing him to fuck her pussy with the black rubber cock. As she moved faster and groaned more, he knew that she was teetering on the edge of orgasm. He let go of the shaft for a few seconds to picture her cunt lips wrapped lovingly round the solid black length, which glistened with her cream, then fed it deeply into her and clamped his lips over her solid right nipple at the same time. She began to caress his cock with her stump, forcing him to smear it with his spunk. He bit her nipple gently in return causing her to cry out in excitement as she gripped the truncheon tightly then bathed it in her cream. He kept her orgasm going by sucking on her nipple and thumbing her clit, delighting in her cries of pure pleasure.

He withdrew the phallus as she relaxed, smearing her cream in her cleavage and on her nipples with it, then offering her the tip to suck. Paul then remembered his photographic duties and zoomed in on her open, reddened cunt lips, and her cream oozing down to pool in her bum cleft. He also captured her stump glistening with his copious pre come. He then realised that he really needed to spurt.

As Julie came back to her senses she also realised that he hadn’t come.

“Take my shoe off, “ she ordered.

Paul did as he was told.

Julie then spread her nylon-clad toes and began to rub his cock from balls to tip. He sat back on his heels and watched her bring him ever closer to orgasm. When she covered his throbbing knob with the ball of her foot and wrapped her toes round him the pleasure was too much, and her came in a great gasping burst all over her foot. He thought he would never stop spurting, as he watched his white cream ooze between her toes and soak through the black nylon.

When he finally stopped spurting she moved her foot away from his softening cock and offered it to his face.

Paul took hold of her foot and sucked his own spunk from between her toes.

She then pulled her foot away and told him to take off her stocking.

Julie then asked him to take her to the loo she had seen in the entrance corridor when she had arrived at the studios. He picked her up and carried her to the toilet. When she had finished he then carried her back to the office and sat her on the desk whilst he found the keys to the handcuffs in her tunic pocket. Once he had removed the cuffs he took great interest in watching her put her leg back on, pulling the special sock through the stopper hole to work her stump right down in the socket, before screwing on the cap to keep the suction.

“I hope you got some great pictures,” she said as she finished dressing.

Paul assured her that he had got some excellent shots.

“Are you going to submit them to any magazines?” she asked with a shy smile on her face, suddenly acting all coy and angelic.

“If you want me to,” he said.

“Of course I want you to, silly. That was the whole point wasn’t it?” she said with a smile.

Paul said that he would look for the right magazine to send some of the shots too, and that he would call her once he had processed the images to let her decide which ones she would like him to submit.

Julie gave him her phone number and asked that he didn’t take too long before ringing her.

She then kissed him for the first time, albeit only on the cheek, before fastening her trench coat and limping off down the hallway to the front door.

Paul slumped down on the couch and looked at the preview shots on the back of his digital camera. He could not believe what had just taken place, and was still amazed that a totally helpless woman could still be it total control of the situation. He picked up her discarded stocking and held it to his nose, inhaling the delicate perfume that she wore, combined with the muskiness of his discarded semen.

He would be calling her very soon, and desperately hoped that this was not a one off situation.

The End

To read more of Julies adventures and including her second photo session with her para friend Sandra Click HERE

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