Disabled Erotica

Fetish fashion Show

Author Sam James

Gillian entered the theatre foyer all hot and bothered. She knew she was late but had struggled to find a parking space, and then had to walk further than she usually did on her prosthetic leg.

The usherette came over and looked at her ticket. She said the show had started about 10 minutes ago, but that she would show Gillian to her seat.

Gillian followed the torch beam cast by the usherette down the isle and to the front row of the theatre where she had booked a seat on the end of a row. She needed to be at the front as sitting in the tight rows of the theatre was uncomfortable for her when wearing her prosthesis.

When she got to her front row seat she had the legroom to lower her bottom into the seat with her leg outstretched and then bend her knee to sit normally. She placed her cane by the side of her seat on the floor in the aisle.

Know one noticed her limp down the aisle to her seat as all eyes were captivated by the scene on the stage, at this, the cities first fetish clothing show featuring disabled models.

Gillian watched the beautiful young brunette on the stage lower her crippled body from her wheelchair onto the floor and then begin a slow sensual crawl to the front of the stage showing of her well proportioned tits, her nipples almost touching the boards as she crawled. She was wearing a black latex basque with cut outs to allow her ample breasts total freedom, her lifeless legs trailing behind her were clad in black latex stockings, and she had black stiletto heeled ankle boots on her feet.

When she reached the front of the stage she lifted the veil on her black, 40’s style pill box hat and leaned over to blow a kiss to the photographers in the orchestra pit as they snapped away at her shiny rubber sheathed body. The curtain then came down, no doubt to allow someone to pick her up and get her back in her wheelchair to allow her to leave the stage.

The man sat in the seat next to Gillian murmured 'wow' in appreciation, before joining in the applause. He turned to Gillian, seeing her for the first time, taking in her black cocktail dress and nylon-sheathed legs, visible to him from mid thigh. Her dark hair cut fashionably short.

He said that she had missed most of a stunning first number, and that they were in for a treat if the rest of the routines were as blatantly sexual.

Gillian looked him over and took in his smart, clean-shaven appearance and light gray summer business suit. She liked the fact that he had left off his tie. She told him her name and he gave her his. Gillian asked Marcus whether he had been prompted to buy a ticket for the event as it was a fetish clothing collection or because the models were all disabled in some way?

Marcus said that as fashion editor for a fetish magazine, his business interest was in the clothes, but on a personal level he confessed a fascination for disabled women.

He asked Gillian what her interest in the evening was, and she said that as a regional newspaper columnist she wanted to write a piece on this new disabled modeling phenomenon. She did not mention her own disability, as Marcus had not seen her take her seat, as his eyes were riveted to the girl on the stage at the time.

The announcer cut short their conversation by introducing the next model, who would be wearing items from a local designers ‘white wedding’ collection.

Gillian wondered what could be fetish about wedding dresses?

All eyes turned to the stage as the music started and the curtains were pulled back. The model was standing at the back of the stage with her back to the audience. She was lit from the back of the stage so appearing almost in silhouette. She was standing behind a fine white cloth screen.

The model moved her feet well apart and began to caress the sides of her body, being seen only in outline by the crowd. All could see that her legs were long and perfect, as she stood on three-inch heels. She moved sideways away from the screen, keeping her back to the audience. Gillian could see now that she was blond, and wore her hair pinned up loosely on her head. She wore a white leather basque, white stockings and heels. She crossed her arms and ran her hands up her sides again, looking as if a lover were caressing her. The intricate lacing up the back of the basque was on full display. She then bent at the waist and looked at the crowd through her widely parted thighs, showing that a white thong covered her sex. Gillian noted that the socket of her prosthetic left leg came right up to her firm buttock.

The girl turned slowly towards the audience, who gasped in admiration as she showed that the basque only supported her tits, without covering them at all. She caressed her tits and nipples with her white leather gloved hands. Everyone noticed the white leather collar she wore round her neck, which had two fine chains attached to it. The girl circled her nipples with her fingers to encourage them into erection then clipped the cruel looking clamps on the ends of the chain on her proud teats. Her breasts thus chained to her neck collar.

She then began a sassy walk on her heels to the front of the stage, her limp making her even more attractive to Marcus. Gillian marveled at her poise and balance, especially as she was wearing heels. Her left leg was very obviously prosthetic, her knee being slow to bend as they all were, but she managed all this without the support of a cane, which Gillian thought was amazing.

Marcus only knew that her slightly lopsided gait was causing him some discomfort in the trouser department. He pick up his program from beneath his seat and held it in his lap, not wanting Gillian to see his embarrassment.

She walked to the front of the stage, then lifted her artificial leg with her hands and placed her stiletto-heeled foot on a low stool. She then turned slightly and allowed the photographers the sexy leg shots they were looking for, showing her white thong moulded round her plump sex. She then placed her heel back on the floor and once again stood with her back to the audience, her feet well apart. She began to unlace the basque starting at its base in the small of her back. She could not reach all the lacing to remove it completely. She then bent at the waist and found the leather thongs dangling behind her. She brought them through between her legs and pulled them up into her slit, caressing her panty covered lips with the thin thongs.

Once again the curtains closed to much applause.

Gillian had noticed Marcus place the program in his lap, and now spotted him attempt to move his cock to a move comfortable position under its cover.

'Wow', she said. That girl put on some show.

He agreed, saying that seeing an amputee walk towards him wearing that costume was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. He wondered aloud how much of a stump she had.

Gillian said that as she did not wear a harness or belt with her leg she probably had been amputated at mid thigh, as she would need a fair length of stump to wear her suction attached leg.

Marcus thought she seemed to know a lot about amputees and false legs, but did not comment. Gillian realised she had probably shown more knowledge that was normal, and so went quiet with embarrassment.

The announcer saved their awkward silence by announcing the next costume.

The curtain went back again to reveal a girl with long brunette hair down to her waist wearing scarlet leather thigh boots with a wicked steel heel. Her upper thighs were covered with a tiny leather mini skirt of the same colour, the outfit topped off with a matching short leather jacket. She slinked to the front of the stage where a dining chair awaited in a spotlight for her to use as a prop. She stood with her legs apart straddling the chair, its back to the audience, and then slowly lowered her bottom on to the seat, her legs spread wide. The back of the chair covering her modesty as the classic Keeler pose.

She then unfastened her jacket with her left hand and shimmied off her shoulders. Gillian heard Marcus gasp as this revealed that she was completely missing her right arm. She had no stump at all below her shoulder.

She worked the jacket off her left arm and let it fall to the floor revealing her scarlet leather harness. The wide leather strips again did not cover her breast at all but supported them to encourage them into taught peaks. She managed to caress them both, but only one at a time with her single hand. Her nipples were both pierced and she had long drop earrings dangling from them. She then stood up and turned to sit sideways on the chair, offering her profile to the audience. Her breasts looked magnificent in their bondage to Marcus. She took off her skirt whilst sat sideways, the chair back effectively concealing her from waist to upper thigh, leaving the audience clamoring to see what panties, if any she wore.

The girl then turned her back to the crowd and stretched out her long thigh boot clad legs, well parted.

Marcus moaned that he wished he was upstage now for the view, and wondered if she had a boyfriend working backstage to be showing off too.

Gillian then admired her amazing balance and she managed to draw up her knees, swivel round on the chair and end up once again straddling the backrest without showing her sex, although the audience did see enough to know that any panties must be brief as they were allowed to see her legs to the hip.

Marcus groaned as she put her hand down between her legs then brought her finger to her lips. Did she really taste her cream?

Gillian spotted his hand moving below the program again, wondering how much longer he would be able to sit there without going to the gents and tossing himself off?

The show was definitely inducing a dampness in her panties, which she was finding it hard to ignore.

She envied Marcus, it that he could at least give his cock a little rub under his program, whereas she could hardly put her hand up her skirt without anyone noticing.

At last the girl stood up straddling the chair, showing that the scarlet leather harness had straps that went between her legs, and that her mound was shaved smooth. She turned round again presenting her rear to the audience, and then bent at the waist to look back at them from between her parted thighs.

Marcus groaned aloud along with most of the male members of the audience when they saw that the straps did not cover her pussy but ran either side, forcing her sex lips into prominence. Her lips were adorned with the same type of long drop earrings that she wore on her nipples, suspended from piercing's in her love lips. Marcus wondered if the photographers in the orchestra pit could detect any pussy honey running down her jewelry with their close up lenses.

'Jesus', he whispered to Gillian,' this is getting too much', as the curtain closed on the girls open legged stance.

Marcus then sat up stiffly in his seat as he felt Gillian’s long nails trace the outline of his engorged cock through his trousers. As quickly as she had arrived, her fingers were gone again, as if just saying that she knew about his erection. He wanted to grab her wrist and guide her hand back to him but knew that would be a bad idea. She might just get up and leave, or worst fondle him too long and bring on his embarrassment in his pants.

The next model to appear wore a full-length leather trench coat, belted at the waist and covering her down to her black latex stocking clad calves. She wore her blond hair in a tight bun on her head, and wore a black leather collar. She stood at the back of the stage with her black leather clad hands on her hips, her feet apart, surveying the audience. She did not disabled in any way, which puzzled the audience given the title of the show and what had gone before.

Then she began a sexy swagger down the stage. Her trench coat fell open to her thigh, revealing her sexy latex stockings. It became apparent to Marcus and Gillian that they could not see her shoes, although she was obviously on heels. She got to the front of the stage and stood with her back to the audience, her legs only visible again from a point below her knees. Gillian gasped as she realised that she had not seen her shoes, as she was not wearing any. This girl did not have any feet to put them on. She wore specially crafted latex stockings, which covered her peg legs, as she must be a DBK amputee. She had decided to wear her pegs rather than prosthetic lower legs.

Marcus had worked it out too, and thought she was amazing.

She slipped her trench coat off her shoulders whilst she had her back to the audience, revealing her shoulders, then her skintight black latex waspie, laced up with scarlet cord. She dropped the coat at her feet showing how the constriction of her waist forced her buttocks to prominence and appear very full. Her waspie was connected to her latex stockings with wide rubber suspender straps.

She turned to face the audience and showed that her breasts were also bare, and that her swollen nipples were connected together with a heavy chain, the clamps holding it in place biting cruelly into her teats. She leaned forward and caused the chain to sway. Gillian imagined the deliciously painful drag she must be feeling on her highly sensitive nipples.

She put her right peg leg up onto a low glass topped coffee table set at the front of the stage, showing all that the latex waspie also had a skin tight gusset running between her legs. This was also laced together with scarlet chord.

The girl slowly peeled off her leather gloves, and then began to unfasten the knot securing the lacing over her sex.

Gillian spotted Marcus’s hand moving beneath his program again. She slipped her hand under there too, and began to trace his shaft again with her fingernails. Marcus wanted to stop her but was so desperate to come that he couldn’t bring himself to force her hand away. He concentrated on holding his program in his lap with both hands whilst the depraved woman next to him kept tracing the outline of his bulge from balls to tip. He dare not look at the woman sat on his right to see if she knew what Gillian, sat on his left was up to. He just concentrated on the girl on the stage as she very slowly pulled the lacing out from each eyelet in her crotch. To make the show even more lewd she sat down on the coffee table, planting her peg legs well apart. She then lay back on the coffee table, her legs shamelessly open as she unfastened the last few stitches containing her modesty.

Marcus stiffened in his seat again as he felt Gillian begin to scratch little circles over his knob. He groaned as he felt a bead of pre-come escape from his tip. He was so close to loosing it.

The whole audience gasped as the girl finally pulled the chord free, the taught latex pulled back of its own accord to reveal her swollen pussy in all its glory.

She put her legs together to hide her pussy again, then lifted them straightened out, high in the air, pegs together, showing her crinkled lips between her thighs.

The audience erupted in wild applause, which was a good thing as it drowned out Marcus’s stifled cry as he shot his load in his pants.

Gillian had felt him spasm as a warning that he was about to spurt, and tried to stop it by pressing down hard on the base of his shaft but it had been too late, the first shot was already loaded in his shaft.

Marcus moaned aloud as she caressed him further, encouraging every last spurt and spasm from him.

Gillian felt his hand on her thigh briefly, squeezing her leg gently as he thanked her for his release.

She wondered whether to leave at that point and take him with her as she needed something too, but reasoned that he would need some time before she could get him hard again and the show was not over yet.

Gillian was very pleased that she decided to stay, as the next scene was the best of all.

The girl stood at the top of the stage wearing a black PVC maids outfit comprising of a black dress hemmed at upper thigh, with a wide flare to the skirt from the waist, black nylons and black stiletto heels. She had her hair up under black and white cap and wore white apron. She stood facing the audience, swaying her weight from hip to hip, then slowly turned round and pushed her bum out to the audience as if ready for a spanking, showing that her nylons had seems all the way up the back.

She turned to face them again, and was handed a pair of full-length wooden crutches.

The girl then began an awkward, crutch assisted walk down the stage.

Gillian realised she must have two prosthetic legs as neither knee seemed to bend much, and her ankles were definitely fixed.

When she got to the front of the stage she turned and offered her bottom to the crowd again, pulling her skirt up to reveal the tops of her prosthetic limbs which went right up to her bare buttocks, her thong pulled up tight into her crack. Marcus whispered that she had a terrific arse, which she did, all rounded and ready for smacking.

She then turned round and managed to work her body round to sit on the glass topped coffee table. She then slipped the shoulder straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms baring her full and rounded tits for the camera. The audience gasped as they noticed the trails of wax stuck to her mounds, showing that someone backstage had been dripping hot wax on them very recently. Gillian squeezed her own tits with her forearms. She would love someone to do that to her at that moment.

The girl then surprised everyone as she ran her fingers along her inner right thigh to find the cap holding the suction in the fitting on her leg. She released the suction then gripped her leg, twisted it slightly then lifted it away from her short thigh stump. She then turned her leg round in her hands and placed the stiletto-heeled shoe by her hip on the coffee table, standing the leg upright. She then began to caress her nylon stocking from her ankle to her thigh, almost making love to her own leg. She then lifted it higher and began to kiss her own black court shoe, before taking the heel into her mouth to suck on it, giving a great show of shoe worship.

The audience went wild with delight at such a totally fetish driven performance.

Gillian could wait for her own pussy to be filled no longer.

She squeezed Marcus’s thigh and asked if his come was cooling on his belly yet.

He whispered that it was and it was getting uncomfortable. He could also smell himself and wondered if the woman sat on his right could too?

Gillian suggested they leave, saying that she would clean him up, which was only fair, as she had coaxed his cream out of him.

She picked up her cane then stood up to leave. Marcus followed her heavy limp as she moved up the aisle towards the top of the auditorium and the exit.

When they got into the foyer she said she needed to go to the loo before they left. He sat and waited for her, reflecting that his luck was definitely in. He had often fantasised about having sex with a disabled woman but had never had the chance. Now this beautiful amputee seemed to want him so much.

He was just a little embarrassed at some of his comments regarding the disabled models during the evening. He would have been more careful in his choice of words if he had known she too was an amputee.

However, she had heard all he said, and had not being put off, even encouraged some of his comments, and caused the uncomfortably wet and sticky feeling he now had in his pants, which was becoming more uncomfortable by the minute as his cock began to swell in anticipation of the delights to follow.

Gillian joined him in the foyer and they headed out onto the car park. Marcus had parked close to the theatre but in a very busy area. Gillian suggested they go to her car at the back of the car park, as it was in a less frequented area. Marcus asked her where she wanted to go. Gillian said her car was far enough, as she needed him now.

They made their way over to her car, which took a bit of time as Gillian had to squeeze through some tightly packed cars which was not easy using her cane. Marcus followed behind, enjoying watching her obvious limp as she moved. He was also fascinated that her prosthetic leg, in stockings and heels looked very real, the only think distinguishing it from her good leg was the fact the ankle was fixed.

They finally got to Gillian’s new silver VW Beetle. Gillian told him to get in the passenger side. He watched as she lowered her bottom to the drivers seat then lifted her artificial leg into the foot well with her hands before swinging in her right leg and closing the door.

She turned to Marcus immediately and went for his zip. She unfastened his damp trousers and pushed them down to his knees, then went for his soaked silk boxer shorts. The smell of discharged semen in the car was a strong aphrodisiac to Gillian.

Marcus hoped they would not be discovered but did not voice his concerns. As soon as she got his shorts down she was on his cock with her tongue, lapping up his previously discharged mess. As soon as she began sucking gently on his testicles his cock began to rise, achieving a full hard on by the time she worked her way up to his knob.

Gillian moaned, saying that she needed his cock in her. She sat back in her seat whilst his hand traveled over her fine black nylon, up her prosthetic limb and under her dress. He seemed to want to caress her artificial leg but she had other needs, guiding his hand to her wet panties, sliding down in the seat and opening her thighs to allow him full access.

Marcus took the hint and peeled her wet thong away from her slit and opened her lips with his finger. He found she was wet and ready, her inner lips parting and offering him access to her love tube. He began to circle her opening with his finger. Gillian cried out in frustration and grabbed his wrist, getting him to slip three fingers into her needy cunt.

She wanted more. She needed his cock. He was wondering how to get into her, given the stiffness of her left leg.

Whilst he was stirring his digits round inside her Gillian shimmied her dress up to her waist and then quickly unfastened the buckles of the harness holding her leg on. As soon as she had freed herself from the harness and slipped her tiny stump from the leg socket she guided his fingers out of her and rolled over onto his lap. She then grasped his shaft and guided it into her hole, crying out in pure pleasure as she slid onto him to the hilt.

Marcus gasped too as she was a hot, tight fit, even though she was so well lubricated. He loved the feel of her muscles clenching and relaxing round his shaft. As he had already come that night he was able to let her do what she wanted with him. He was in no rush.

Gillian sat on his lap for a while with him buried in her to the hilt, content to feel full of cock, a feeling she had not had with a real shaft for some time. She wished her ‘real feel’ dildo were as warm and shapely as his flesh and blood cock.

After a while he felt her muscles relax a little as she got used to the filling. She then began to slip up and down his solid shaft, grinding her clit against him with every down stroke.

Marcus put his hands on her hips to help her move up and down. He let her set the pace though, and she was soon upping it as she worked herself closer to her climax.

As he felt her tighten round him again as her orgasm approached he began to feel her tits through her dress and bra. He wanted to get his lips on her nipples but thought undressing her completely in a car park was not a good idea.

She began to mew and moan, and smash her cunt down on his belly, grinding her hips to feel every inch of him. Marcus loved the squelching sounds they were making as she rode herself senseless on his solid shaft.

She cried out one last time and collapsed down on him, her cunny muscles gripping him tightly, trying to squeeze his life giving fluids from him.

Marcus just held her, content to let her slide round on his belly in a pool of her own cream, feeling her spasms course through her cunt and radiate up into her belly.

Her breathing eventually returned to normal and she relaxed round him. He felt as if his erection was in a hot bath of her fluids.

She kissed him on the lips for the first time, thanking him for allowing her to use his cock for her own needs. She said she knew he hadn’t come. He said it didn’t matter as he had come before.

Gillian lifted her body up and let his still hard cock slip from her sated pussy, and rolled back over to the drivers seat. She then unzipped her dress down the back and shrugged it off her shoulders. Marcus was amazed as she then unfastened her bra, allowing her full tits their freedom. She then began to rub her tits over his knob, smearing her mounds of flesh with her own juices. The feel of warm tit and solid nipple on his cock soon got his stuff rising up his shaft again. She also guided his hand to the tiny stump of her left leg and enjoyed him caressing it as she brought on his spending.

Marcus cried out in pleasure as his cock pumped his seed powerfully all over her tits and neck. She rubbed her breasts against him until he was finished, spreading his goo all over her skin.

Afterwards she sat up and leaned over to kiss him again, loving the fact that his hand still held her crippled little stump.

She said they had better dress and make a move, as the theatre would be closing shortly, and the car park would become suddenly populated.

Marcus reluctantly let go of her stump to allow her to strap her leg back on and then rearrange her skirt. She covered her sticky tits with her dress, asking Marcus to zip her up. He noticed that she left her bra on the floor of the car.

She said she needed a shower and was sure he did too. The inside of the car absolutely reeked of their lovemaking and spent juices.

Marcus pulled his still damp boxer shorts on, the silk now sticking to her love juices that were smeared all over his belly.

She asked if he was off home to his wife now, and he said no, he would be going home to his empty flat.

Gillian wondered in that case if there might be more to this than a casual fuck in her hour of need, she certainly hoped so.

Marcus offered her his mobile number and said she could call him anytime if she wanted to. He kissed her on the lips one last time then got out of the car, really hoping he would see his one logged lover again.

The End

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