Disabled Erotica

The Tenant

Author Sam James

Kenton put the phone down and smiled. He had just arranged a viewing of one of his city centre apartments with a lady called Lindsay later that afternoon.

He really needed a tenant in this flat as the mortgage was not cheap, being a prime location, and it had stood empty for two months. He congratulated himself for having the foresight to get his ground floor properties altered to allow disabled access, as this gave him access to many more tenants, who had difficulty finding places to rent. After all, the local authority grants available were generous, and only required widening a few doorways and fitting the odd wheelchair ramp, the rest of the cash could then be spent on general decoration.

Kenton had a sizeable property portfolio, built up whist working as an independent mortgage advisor, thus allowing him to pick up the best mortgage deals for his own use. He had recently closed his financial advisory business down due to falling profits and lack of clients, a victim of the credit crunch. He now needed to concentrate on keeping his properties full and paying their way, as he had very little spare money to subsidise the mortgages, and with property prices falling it was of course a silly time to even think of selling any property on.

He left home in plenty of time to meet Lindsay, stopping on the way to purchase a jar of coffee and some nice biscuits, with which he hoped to ease the negotiations around the rent and other bills.

He arrived at the flat ten minutes before the appointed hour and opened the windows to let in some fresh air to replace the slightly stale odour lingering there, as the flat had been shut up for a few weeks.

He heard a car pull up outside bang on 1730, the time he had agreed to meet Lindsay, she arriving straight from working at her office in the city.

Kenton opened the front door to see the taxi driver lowering his wheelchair-confined prospective tenant to the pavement with his cabs disabled lift.

Lindsay paid the taxi driver then placed her handbag on her lap and began to wheel herself towards the ramp leading to the front door.

Kenton took in the beautiful woman, he guessed to be in her early thirties, her trim business suit of navy jacket and trousers, black ankle boots on her feet. Her brunette hair was pinned up on her head. He wondered why she had forearm crutches resting in holders on the back of her wheelchair.

Kenton welcomed Lindsay to the flat at the front door and bid her to wheel down the hallway. He closed the door behind them.

Lindsay wheeled into the living room and said on first impressions she liked the flat. It was important to her that it was within an easy Taxi journey of her city centre office for one thing, and the living room was spacious and airy, another plus point.

Kenton bid her take a look round the rest of the flat whilst he went into the kitchen to make the coffee.

He could hear her wheelchair tyres squeaking on the strip wood flooring as she moved from room to room. He really hoped she liked the flat, and still wondered about the fore arm crutches.

Lindsay eventually wheeled into the kitchen where Kenton offered her coffee and biscuits. She said that she was most impressed with the flat. Kenton asked if she would be able to cope with the kitchen arrangements as the work tops and sink had not being lowered to the accepted height for wheelchair use. He was planning to get a new kitchen fitted in the future in view of this.

Lindsay said that she would not have a problem with them as they were as she usually stood up to cook.

Kenton looked at her in amazement, sat in her wheelchair. He then looked more closely at her legs and spotted the hard outline of full-length leg braces under her loose fitting slacks.

He admitted that he had wondered about her forearm crutches but now the mystery was solved. He also noted that the sole and heel of her right boot was built up by an inch or more compared with her left one.

Kenton asked how long she had been wearing leg braces. Lindsay said that she had been born with her right leg shorter than her left, and that it did not develop and grow at the same rate as the rest of her body. As a child she had gone through several operations to lengthen her leg, and had worn a brace as long as she could remember. Until a few years ago her left leg had been fine and she had gone through life using a cane to help her walk, but eventually her left leg began to wither and loose its muscle tone and strength. She had being diagnosed with a muscle wasting disease, and now had to wear a brace to help support her left leg too. She was aware that she would eventually be totally confined to her wheelchair and so attempted to spend as much time out of it, standing on her own too feet as she possibly could.

To prove a point, she lifted her right leg below her knee until the knee joint of the leg brace locked, placed her heel on the floor and moved her wheelchair footrest out of the way. She did the same with her left leg, and then locked the wheels of her chair. She reached behind her for her crutches, and then used them to push her body up out of the chair to stand. She then heel and toed her way out of the kitchen into the lounge. Kenton admired her strength as she moved around on her crutches. He followed her into the lounge. Lindsay stood by the French windows leading out onto the patio, and asked if this would also be hers to use as occupier of the flat. Kenton said yes and that it was quite private and secluded. Lindsay asked if it got much sun, and was pleased when he said that it was a great little suntrap. Lindsay said that she loved to sun bathe when the opportunity arose, which was obviously not often enough in southeast England.

They discussed the rent and Lindsay agreed to his terms. He asked if she would be living there alone, as it was a two bedroom flat, hence the high rent?

Lindsay said that she was currently single, and didn’t have anyone on the horizon at the time, but she may look for someone to share the flat with if that was ok with him.

Kenton said that she would be responsible for the whole of the rent and as long as she paid each month she could share with whomever she liked. He also pointed out the car parking space that he wondered if she needed. She said not, as she used taxis to get around as disabled parking was always problematical. Kenton said that she could also rent out the parking slot to recover more monies that way. He was sure her neighbors would approach her on the subject as soon as they realised she did not have her own car.

Lindsay lowered her bottom onto one of the chairs in the dining room, and then released her knee locks to allow her to sit with her knees bent. She asked him if she could have more coffee whilst she read thorough his tenancy agreement. When Kenton brought the coffee and sat down to join her he asked if she had always being single?

 Lindsay noticed a slight hesitation in his voice and wondered if he fancied her?

She said that she had never married, although she had been in a few long-term relationships, but they had never quite worked out. She said it was difficult when lovers slowly turned into carers, more interested in easing her life rather than fancying her sexually. She then smiled, Kenton thought to herself, as she said she supposed such a progression was inevitable in a relationship when half of the couple was so crippled, and likely to get worse.

She also said that it was difficult getting out and meeting new men in such a crippled state. She had even tried a relationship with a disabled male lover but had soon realised that the last thing she needed was someone else’s mobility issues to complicate her days further. He had also being too self obsessed with his own problems, seeming to forget she had her own difficulties to overcome.

Kenton said that he could now see her problem. Disabled men were out, and able-bodied men might be attracted to her because of her disability and want to care for her. He asked if she might meet someone through her work?

Lindsay said that to hold her own in the marketing agency where she worked she needed to be tougher and more ruthless than her able bodied colleagues, and so letting her hair down, either figuratively or physically would amount to managerial suicide, so she never associated with work colleagues out of office. She preferred them to see her as their crippled ice queen, and not show her emotional side.

She was sure she was detecting a fascination in her by Kenton, and wondered whether he would be as interested in her if she were not disabled. She pushed this thought to the back of her mind, telling herself that if she became that cynical when anyone expressed an interest in her she would have a very lonely existence. So what if her disability did make her more attractive to him. If he was being drawn to her because she was crippled, as long as he was interested in all of her, physically and mentally, and not just her withered, braced legs, then maybe there was something there for her.

She defiantly liked his clean, smart casual dressed exterior, and the way he was able to ask about her life without embarrassment. She was also sure she had detected a promising bulge in the front of his trousers when he joined her in the lounge after watching her move from the kitchen on her crutches, and it had been some time since she had felt a man inside her defiantly not crippled sex.

Lindsay signed the paperwork and gave him a cheque for the deposit, saying that she would set up a standing order with her bank for the rent if he gave her his bank details.

She then straightened her legs and locked her braces again, pushed herself to her feet and heeled and toed back to her wheelchair in the kitchen. She was pleased that he had not offered to go and fetch her chair for her. She did not want the carer phase of this possible relationship to begin before the passion and the sex.

Lindsay wondered how she could bring up the subject of a possible future meeting between them, worried that she may have been reading the wrong signals.

Kenton asked when she would move in?

Lindsay smiled as she saw her opportunity. She said that she could organise her stuff at her current flat for a move at the weekend, and knew she could get a van and driver to shift things on Sunday. The girl she shared her current flat with would be pleased to help her move her things out, as she wanted to make room for her current boyfriend to move in. Lindsay asked Kenton tentatively if he might be available to help move her things in from the van at that end, really hoping he would say yes.

Kenton was a little surprised by the invitation, as he thought he had hidden his fascination for his new tenant rather well, but offered his services on the Sunday with indecent haste, leaving Lindsay in no doubt that she had read the situation correctly and that he wanted to see more of her.

Lindsay said that she would call Kenton later in the week to let him know what time she planned to arrive on Sunday with her things.

He said that he would definitely be there to help her move in.

She then wheeled out to her waiting taxi, giving him a shy wave as the driver slid the door closed after getting her into the vehicle with the chair lift.

Kenton realised he was fascinated by his new tenant. He felt very happy that he was to see her again, but a little apprehensive of his sexual interest in a crippled woman, as he had never had thoughts or fantasies about sex with disabled girls, and would have called any of his friends perverts if they expressed such an interest, until now!

Lindsay called him on the Friday and said she would be at the flat around two o’clock on Sunday afternoon.

He was amazed how much is pulse quickened when he heard her voice, and said rather shakily that he would be there to let her in.

Kenton could not settle to do anything at home on the Sunday morning, and so went for a pub lunch to kill time on his way to the flat. He dare not tell the pals he met in the pub about his crippled new tenant and his fascination for her, so he just said he needed to go and tidy the garden at one of his empty properties when he made his excuses to leave early. His pals would be staying in the boozer all afternoon, he was sure of that.

He arrived at the flat early and did tidy up the patio, whilst listening for any sign of her arrival.

He heard the hoot of a car horn only 10 minutes after the time she said she would arrive.

Kenton quickly moved to open the front door. Lindsay was sitting in the front seat of the cab in a white parcels carriers box van. He went out and opened the passenger door, and was on a level with her braced legs. He was disappointed that she was wearing loose fitting jeans, a check pattern work shirt, and white trainers. He had fantasised about her wearing black nylons and a short skirt. He covered his disappointment well, and told himself that you moved house in jeans, not stockings.

Lindsay introduced him to her brother who was the vans driver. She said that he would help Kenton get the boxes out of the back and into the hallway, but then he must leave as he had to be on the road for work in an hour, as he had to drive north to pick up a consignment of parcels that afternoon.

Kenton wondered how she was going to get down from the cab, and where she had put her wheelchair. Lindsay swung round on the seat, then lifted her legs from the foot well and dangled them out of the door. She asked Kenton to straighten them out for her and lock her braces. He did as she asked and then held her hips as he gently guided her down from the cab to stand on her braced legs. Lindsay reached back into the cab for her fore arm crutches. She said her chair was in the back of the van with her boxes. Kenton said he would bring that in first. Lindsay then heeled and toed her way slowly up the ramp to the front door of the flat.

Phil, Lindsay’s younger brother opened the back of the van and handed Kenton her collapsed wheelchair. Kenton took this into the flat and opened it up in the hall. Lindsay lowered her body into the chair and then unlocked the knees of her braces, and placed her feet on the footrests. Kenton stowed her crutches in the holders on the back of the chair. He tried to avoid standing in front of Lindsay, as he was rather embarrassed about the swelling in his jeans. However he thought she must have noticed by the way she looked and smiled at him whist she was maneuvering her crippled legs into position in the wheelchair.

Lindsay said that if he and Phil could bring the boxes into the hall she would supervise and tell him which room she wanted them in.

Kenton was surprised at how few packing cases there were, and they soon had them piled up in the hall. Phil kissed his big sister on the cheek and said that he had to go, but felt that she was in good hands and had made a great choice of a place to live. He would drop in and see her next weekend to check that she had settled in ok.

Lindsay told Kenton that the box on top of the pile was all kitchen stuff and so he moved it to the kitchen. Lindsay wheeled after him and said that she would begin to unpack that one whilst he moved the other boxes, which she had labeled with the room they would probably be best in.

Kenton was amazed at her organisation and relieved that this should not take too long, as he had other plans for some of the afternoon which he hoped involved humping something other that cardboard boxes.

The largest cases were labeled bedroom, and so he moved them into the larger or master bedroom for the time being. He wondered what her underwear looked like and so was tempted to open one of the cases, assuming it would be full of clothes. The boxes had just being closed up by folding a corner in and so he thought he could get away with a little peep. He was very surprised at the contents of the first box as he found a Heath Robinson type metal contraption, which also had an electric motor attached. He noticed an instruction manual in the bottom of the box and so quickly took it out. He swallowed deeply as he read the assembly instructions for building the fucking machine. He had to read them twice to convince himself that he was not going mad. He had seen bits on the Internet about such devices but never thought he would meet a woman who used one. He relaxed a little as he closed up the box, thinking that as she needed so much steelwork and leather just to stand normally, it probably did not feel strange to her to use such a device for her pleasure when necessary.

He almost did not want to open any other boxes as he did not want any more revealing surprises, but his curiosity got the better of him.

The second box was longer, but not as heavy. He opened it to find long steel tubes that could be assembled as some kind of frame. In the bottom of the box were leather straps and collars, together with a smacking paddle, riding crop and evil looking whip. The assembly manual for this piece of equipment showed it to be a lover’s swing, in which the user could be slung in various ways and held ready for sex, or no doubt punishment, if the other items in the box were anything to go by.

So she likes to be tied and teased, or restrained and punished, he thought, a smile spreading across his face. Then the smile disappeared as he thought that maybe she used the swing to restrain her lovers and punish them. He shuddered, not liking that thought at all. He realised that the woman in the wheelchair in the kitchen was more complex than any other girl he had dated up to that point, and if they got together she would lead him down all sorts of roads that had not, until that point even being in his route planner.

Kenton heard her wheels squeaking on the stripped wooden floors. This shook him out of his thoughts. He quickly refastened the box and moved out of the bedroom, wanting to distance himself from what he had found, knowing he would die of embarrassment if she caught him snooping at her things.

He went into the kitchen to see what she was doing. Lindsay had stowed most of her crockery and cooking utensils. She asked him to fetch the cold box from the hall as she had brought them things for a buffet style afternoon tea. Kenton did this and then, judging the moment to be right went to the fridge and took out the bottle of Champagne that he had put there earlier to chill. Lindsay was pleased that he had thought of toasting her moving in with champagne but dismayed that she did not have any champagne glasses. Kenton took a box of six out of a cupboard and said that they were a moving in present.

Kenton poured the champagne and then pulled up a chair to sit with Lindsay as she was still in her wheelchair. She thanked him again for being so thoughtful and apologised for being so sloppily dresses. She said she had sensed his disappointment when he had opened the door of the van, but she thought that she needed to be dressed to work that afternoon.

Kenton felt that this was the moment to test the water. He leaned towards her and put his hand on her knee, feeling the leather collar of her brace, then said that she would always look beautiful, no matter what she wore. He expected her to pull away from him, or maybe even slap his face for being so forward, but she didn’t. Lindsay ran her fingers gently over his clean-shaven cheek and leaned towards him. Their first kiss was inevitable.

Then she pulled away, as if wondering if she had overstepped the mark. The look of delight on Kenton’s face confirmed otherwise and that he really did want her.

She decided to give him a treat.

Lindsay suggested they eat out on the patio, as it was a lovely sunny afternoon. She asked Kenton to set the food on the table whilst she went to the bathroom.

Lindsay took her time reappearing. Kenton sat on the patio wondering if she had changed her mind about the flat and called a taxi. Eventually she worked her way out onto the patio on her stiffened legs. Only now her chromed steel leg braces were in full view as she had changed into a floral print summer dress that buttoned down the front. She had left a few buttons undone at the top to show off her generous cleavage, and let her brunette hair down so it caressed her shoulders. Kenton saw that she was wearing wedge soled sandals on her feet, the right sole built up to compensate for her shorter leg.

She moved over to stand before him and smiled, as he could not stop himself running his fingers over her withered right thigh and knee where it emerged from the hem of her dress.

He complimented her on her tanned legs. She said that she was lucky in that the only tanning shop in town that still had sun beds rather than stand in cubicles was just round the corner from her office.

Kenton watched her lower her body into the garden chair, then unlock her braces to allow her knees to bend. He then poured more champagne.

They made small talk as they ate, chatting about what they had done that week between meeting each other and that day. Kenton tried to avoid staring at her legs, comparing her very thin and shorter right leg with the less thin, but still wasted left one. She noticed of course, and when he did look away she shimmied her dress up a couple of inches and allowed her knees at part a little to give him a better view.

She could tell by the way he was crossing and uncrossing his legs that something in his pants was getting uncomfortably large, and felt her own sex getting hot and moist in her panties. Jesus, she needed this man.

After a while she offered to go into the kitchen and put the coffee on. She had brought her very fancy coffee maker, which she said made the best, most aromatic coffee ever.

Kenton watched her stand and then move away from him and back to the kitchen, marveling at the strength she must need to ‘walk’ on her braces.

He left her for a few minutes then decided to go and join her with the pretext to seeing how the fancy coffee maker worked.

He walked quietly through the living room towards the kitchen. Lindsay was stood at the work top by the sink with her back to him. He stopped and studied her crippled legs supported by the chromed steel and white leather. He was sure she had hitched her dress up as he could see her legs to mid thigh, which he could not do before. Her well-tanned skin contrasting well with the white leather bands on her braces. He moved closer, standing at the kitchen doorway and admired her again as she shifted her weight from hip to hip, seeming to sway her buttocks for him. Her brunette hair hung over her shoulders, her back was slim and her waist trim. He loved the swell of her buttocks above her thin legs.

He could feel his cock throbbing uncomfortably in his pants, and his mouth went dry in anticipation. He knew this was the moment to find out if he had read all her signals correctly and she really wanted him. He also knew if he had been wrong she would push him away and he may have blown his chances forever.

Lindsay turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder and asked if he was going to stand and stare at her legs all day, as it made her feel a bit self conscious.

Kenton moved to join her, and when she made no attempt to turn and face him he quickly crossed the floor space between them and put his hands round her waist from behind, nuzzling her neck with his cheek. She responded by pushing her buttocks back at him, feeling his solid length as she did so.

She swayed her hips again, dragging her bum flesh across his erection, and said that she was pleased that staring at her from behind could arouse him so much.

She leaned back against him and kissed him, then began to undo the buttons down the front of her dress to the waist. She then guided his hands up from her waist to the cups of her bra, which were just containing her heavy tits. He felt their weight and firmness even more when she reached behind her and unfastened her bra clasp. Lindsay moaned with pleasure as his hands took their full weight, the delicious constriction now removed.

Kenton found her nipples plump and erect. She moaned again and pushed her buttocks harder against his swelling as he pinched them gently between finger and thumb.

Lindsay needed his cock so desperately.

She shimmied her dress up to her waist, exposing her full buttocks to him, then moved her legs further apart to allow him access.

Kenton knew he could not misread this signal and move a hand from her breast to cup her buttock, working his way round to the crease between them. She moaned yes as his hand went up between her legs and cupped her swollen sex through her panties. He crouched down behind her and peeled the damp material of her thong away from her swollen lips. Lindsay put her elbows on the work top to bend over further for him.

Kenton opened her outer lips with his thumbs and ran his tongue over her damp folds. He parted her inner lips and was rewarded with the taste of her sex cream leaking on to his tongue. He slipped two fingers into her creamy slit whilst he massaged her withered thigh with his other hand.

Lindsay cried out with pleasure, then gasped hoarsely that she needed his cock, not his fingers inside her.

Kenton withdrew his sticky digits and offered her them to her to taste her own excitement whist he frantically unfastened his trousers and freed his straining erection from his boxer shorts.

She felt his swollen knob brush against her buttocks and groaned yes, put it in me now.

She pushed her bottom out towards him again and reached down between her legs to guide his knob to her oh so ready slit. She spread the bead of pre cum over his glans for extra lubrication then guided him in. Kenton thrust at her immediately, forcing her love tube to accommodate his solid length. It was just what she needed and she cried out in joy as she pushed her buttocks back to meet his thrust. He stilled inside her, buried to the hilt, feeling her wet heat suck at his shaft. She soon got used to the filling and demanded he fuck her hard and deep. Kenton began a steady deep pummeling of her cunt. They both loved the squelching sounds their efforts generated, and Kenton transferred some of her cream from the underside of his slippery cock to her nipples as he fucked her. Lindsay’s moans and cries were getting deeper and he knew it would not take much longer to fuck her to orgasm. He also knew he was not far off spurting his load. He wondered whether it was safe to shoot inside her, and then thought that she knew he was leaking when she put him in. His hands absentmindedly began to caress the tops of her thighs and the tight white bands of the top of her braces. When he noticed what he was doing he stopped and moved them back to her hips and buttocks.

Lindsay cried out suddenly and sharply. Kenton felt her pussy muscles clamp down tightly on his shaft. He forced his knob in to the hilt and then began to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples to help make her orgasm more intense. He tried to hold on to his seed but was fighting a loosing battle as her love muscles rhythmically squeezed his shaft. He felt his balls tighten and then the burning sensation of his spunk making its way along his constricted shaft. They both cried out as the first volley of his burning cream spurted deep inside. Her spasming love muscles encouraged him to shoot several more bolts of his thick goo right up inside her as she cried out in coital bliss.

He felt her muscled relax a little and release their grip on his shaft but stayed buried deeply inside as he felt the tremors of aftershocks in her belly.

She asked him to rub her thighs again as she liked the feel of his strong hands on her crippled legs. He caressed her thighs and brace bands as they both came down from their sexual high, not stopping until her tightening sex squeezed out his softening cock.

She said she needed to sit down. Kenton brought a dining chair over and helped her lower her bottom onto it. She reached out for his softening cock and took him in her mouth, as he stood between her widely parted legs, her knees still locked for standing.

When she had cleaned all their combined juices from his cock he bent down to kiss her. He then knelt between her parted thighs and ran his tongue along her sex slit, tasting his own seed as it oozed from her sated pussy.

She guided his lips away from her sex, saying that she was too sensitive.

Kenton wrapped his arms around her and thanked her for a great afternoon. He asked her what she wanted to do next.

Lindsay said that she wanted to him to take her to bed with the rest of the champagne bottle, as she knew his cock would soon be ready for further action, but the bedding was not unpacked. She also had to unpack and iron some business clothes to get ready for work in the morning.

Kenton realised that she was telling him that he would have to leave, as he would be too much of a distraction.

He offered to help her into the shower then leave her to finish unpacking.

She said that she could not shower in her braces.

Kenton smiled as he realised she was giving him the opportunity to release her legs from their tight bondage.

He took off her wedge soled sandals then slowly unfastened the straps working his way from her ankles to her thighs, ‘accidentally’ brushing her pussy lips with his hand as he unfastened the thigh bands. He then massaged her released legs, feeling the lack of muscle in both of them, even though her left leg was not as thin as her right one.

Kenton then picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, firstly putting her on the toilet as she had asked. He turned away whilst she peed, and then lifted her onto the shower seat. Lindsay cupped her sex with her hand and caught some of his seed leaking from her slit. She asked him how much stuff he had spurted in there. He said that he always produced a good load if he had been made to wait as he had today.

Kenton went and fetched her wheelchair for when she had finished showering and then said he would leave her to it.

She reluctantly agreed that he really should go, and said that she would call him in the week. He said that he would probably call her first.

She said that next time he came round he could assemble the frame for the love swing he had seen in the box in the bedroom.

He was pleased that she knew he had looked and that she was not annoyed with him for finding it.

He smiled and said that he hoped he could replace the fucking machine, and that she might not need it when he was around.

Lindsay said that there could be uses for it in their lovemaking, and that one cock may not always be enough.

Kenton groaned at the image that flashed through his mind of him sharing her body with a machine.

He could see she was getting cold, sat in the shower, and his cock was beginning to stir again, so he reluctantly went through to the lounge to dress, and then left the flat.

He decided to head home rather than go to his usual Sunday night haunt of the pub. His mates would be there, and he did not feel ready to tell anyone about his afternoon spent fucking one of his disabled tenants just yet. He was still a little uncomfortable admitting his fascination for her crippled body to himself, let alone allowing his ‘sexually deviant’ behavior to become public knowledge, and he knew his pals would extract the details from him one way or another. However, he knew he would not stop seeing her as long as she wanted to see him, and that he would not be able to resist calling her the following day.

The End

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