Disabled Erotica
Giselle
Part 1. Pierre calls.
Author Sam James
The intercom from the concierge’s desk buzzed in the hallway of Giselle’s Paris apartment.
She wheeled out from the lounge to the hallway and answered it.
‘Bon jour Madame, I have a Mr Pierre Blanc here in reception, wishing to visit you,’ said Jean Paul, the concierge.
‘Ah qui, Jean Paul, send him up. I am expecting him,’ said Giselle.
Giselle checked her appearance in the full-length mirror in the hallway whilst waiting for Pierre, her client, to make his way up to her luxurious apartment on the fourth floor.
She adjusted her black beret to a slight angle on her head, her jet black hair pinned up beneath. She wore fire engine red gloss lipstick and long eyelash extensions, along with a red and white horizontally striped sleeveless top, and black satin pencil skirt. She looked every inch the typical stereotyped French whore, apart from the fact that she sat in her quickie wheelchair, and her black satin pencil skirt was tucked in round her thigh stumps completely concealing them from view.
The doorbell rang. Giselle wheeled up to her front door and looked through the spyglass. Pierre Blanc stood outside, dressed as immaculately as always in his expensively tailored business suit, his overcoat hanging over one arm, and his briefcase in the other hand. He had said when he called her that morning that this would be a short visit, as he had much business to attend to that day. Giselle understood his needs as he had been one of her regular clients for some years, and knew that when he was under the most pressure business wise, he often needed sexual release during the day. She knew his visit would be brief and business like, and her own needs would not be considered. This had a strange effect on her, as it turned her on, knowing she would be used and discarded like the condom he would wear. She liked Pierre. He paid well, and had been the client who had persuaded her to resume her business after having both her legs amputated above the knee, due to the injuries sustained during a hit and run incident the year before.
Giselle opened the door and greeted Pierre. She backed away from the door allowing him to enter the hallway. Pierre bent over and kissed her gently on the cheek. He complimented her on her outfit as he followed her down the hall into the lounge. Giselle offered him a drink and he accepted a small glass of cognac. He took out a cigarette and asked if she minded that he smoked. She said not, but secretly hated her clients lighting up in her apartment. She would have to throw all the windows open when he left.
He asked how she had been keeping, and explained that he had to be at a meeting on the other side of the city in two hours. He handed her an envelope, which she didn’t feel the need to check. Giselle placed that on the coffee table then wheeled over to Pierre.
He stood and took off his jacket and tie. Giselle ran her long red painted fingernails along the bulge in his trousers, tracing the outline of his strengthening erection. Pierre bent and kissed her on the lips and brought his hands up to her breasts, fondling them through her stripped top and satin camisole.
Giselle unzipped his trousers and put her hand inside, smoothing his red silk boxer shorts over his swollen knob. She then brought his silk clad cock out into the open, smoothing the expensive material over his length. She scratched his scrotum through the silk, bringing a moan of pleasure from his lips, and inducing seepage of semen from his knob to darken the silk stretched over his knob.
Giselle bent forward and took the dampened material into her mouth, savoring the taste of his pre come.
Pierre quickly unfastened the waistband of his trousers and pushed them down his legs allowing her full access to his cock. Giselle lifted the silk away from his cock and pushed his shorts down to join his trousers round his feet. She then took his uncovered plum into her mouth and ran her tongue round his helmet, savoring the taste of clean, potent male. She loved his flat belly and the fact that he shaved his cock and balls, making him look most impressive. She ran her nails up and down his considerable length causing him to groan with arousal above her. Giselle could feel her own sex lips swelling and opening in anticipation of accepting him inside her.
‘Oh Christ,’ he gasped, as he felt his cock spasm and ooze a further bead of pre come out onto her tongue.
Giselle could see that he had to concentrate hard not to loose his load in her mouth. She knew he wanted to put his cock inside her and so picked up a condom off the coffee table and rolled it gently down over his throbbing length. She hoped he would take off her top and caress her breasts before wanting to be inside her but Pierre had other ideas. He backed away from her and sat on the sofa, his proud erection standing out solidly from his groin.
‘Come here,’ he demanded.
Giselle wheeled across to sit facing him in her wheelchair. She shuffled forward to the edge of her seat allowing him to view her black nylon clad thigh stumps just appearing from the hem of her pencil skirt. Pierre put his hand up her skirt and ran his fingers along the fine black nylon to her stocking tops. He then went further and found that she was not wearing panties, and that her sex lips were parted and ready for him. He slipped two fingers inside her and stirred them round, coating them in her juices, then withdrew them and tasted her sex cream by sucking his fingers. He looked her in the eye and she knew what he wanted.
Giselle worked her pencil skirt up round her hips and parted her stumps. She then pushed her body forward to sit on his thighs. He gripped her buttocks and pulled her to him, his erection trapped between their bellies. Pierre lifted Giselle by her hips and she guided his solid cock to her slit, gasping in pure delight as he eased her down, his swollen knob forcing her open, allowing her to take his length completely inside her. Giselle squirmed on his lap, feeling his length fill her pussy completely.
‘Ah Cherie, you are exquisite,’ moaned Pierre as she accepted him inside her creamy sheath and wrapped her heat round his cock. She began to move against him, allowing his shaft to slip slightly in and out of her juicy hole, encouraging him to fuck her.
‘No, Giselle. Stay still. You know how I like it.’
Giselle allowed him inside her to the hilt by allowing all her weight to bear down on his thighs.
Pierre gasped at the depth of her filling, his knob spasming gently against the top of her love tube. He then began to moan with pure pleasure as Giselle began to massage his shaft from the entrance to her cunt right up to his tip with her love muscles, encouraging his seed to rise along his length. Pierre began caressing her nylon clad thigh stumps as she did so.
‘Ah,’ he gasped, as she clamped down on his shaft momentarily, ‘I love your legs, your beautiful legs.’
Giselle smiled as he caressed them, wishing he would show as much interest in her breasts or her clit. She liked having her stumps massaged but would never get off on it.
She put her hand between them and began to massage her clit for herself whilst she caressed his cock with her love muscles. She loved the way her love lips clung to his girth and kissed his balls as she held him inside her. Giselle wet her finger with the love oils seeping out round his shaft and offered it to his lips to let him taste her excitement.
Giselle then began to trace the outline of his balls trapped between their bodies, her sharp red finger nails threatening to burst them and relieve his pressure that way. She felt his shaft ripple inside her as she did this and knew he was almost ready to spurt.
Pierre gripped her thigh stumps and groaned. Giselle felt his knob expand deep inside her and so clamped down tightly on his shaft.
‘Oh my God, I am coming,’ he cried.
Giselle didn’t need him to tell her he was coming, she felt his knob expand at the top of her vagina and his shaft spasm repeatedly as his seed burnt its way along his length and spurted against her, filling the condom with his heavy passion cream.
He was still caressing her stumps as she moved back slightly away from his body, allowing his spent but still erect cock to slip from her juicy cunt.
Giselle then leaned back and found her wheelchair, slipping off his legs and back onto the seat. She then pulled her skirt down to cover her pussy and her stumps as he quickly removed the condom from his softening cock and pulled up his shorts and trousers. She took the sheath from him, knotted it and put it in the waste bin as he put on his jacket. Two minutes after finishing spurting inside her he was kissing her on the cheek in thanks and then letting himself out of her apartment.
Once he had gone she allowed herself her first drink of the day, pouring a cognac before placing the bottle back in the drinks cabinet.
As she felt her pussy cream oozing from her still aroused sex slit she reflected on her life as a call girl, and her relationships with her regular clients.
Pierre had been a regular well before her ex husband had tried to kill her by mowing her down whilst she stood, available for work, on the pavement outside the back of the Louvre two years before. She didn’t know he had a fetish for amputees, and neither did he at that point, but seeing her bandaged stumps for the first time when he visited her in hospital had stirred something inside him. He would never want to see her wearing her prosthetic legs or even her peg legs. She never took him to her bedroom, as that was where she kept them. He had persuaded her that she could still make a living with her sex. He had obviously needed her to still be available to him.
A completely different client, Maurice, had arranged for her to visit him at his shop that evening. Now Maurice would not want to see her in her wheelchair, she had to be wearing her prosthetics for him. He had not known her before her amputations, and would not be interested in her if she were not a DAK amputee. The fact that she was a whore was not a consideration for him. He just wanted his pretty DAK to visit him occasionally, and didn’t mind that she charged for the visit.
Giselle made a sandwich for her lunch and then began to prepare for her evening visit to Maurice.
The End
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