HornyRyno9
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"Can you move my pillow down please?"
"Sure thing sweetheart." my new aide Anisha said as her large bust hovered over my face as she got on her tiptoes to move the pillow.
Before we get too far, I'm Kevin and I'm 28. I suffer from Muscular Dystrophy and am wheelchair bound. I can't walk and have very limited mobility in my arms. My fingers can still move pretty well. Sadly, though, I've lost the ability to jerk off. My condition has made it difficult to get laid and I am a virgin. I've hungered to change this for some time now.
Anisha had started taking care of me 2 years ago. She had been with me for only one month, but it felt like it had been more than that. We got along great. I'd had many home health aides before her and none of them were even remotely attractive. I honestly didn't think Anisha was much at first either. She's maybe 5'2 if you're generous, thick rimmed glasses, dyed reddish hair. She wasn't rail thin or thick. Somewhere in between. I like women of all types and even had a crush on several girls who were other races. Never got a chance to date any of them.
One day, not long after getting my first tattoo, Anisha showed me her back tattoos and her tattoo that wrapped around to her stomach. I caught a glimpse of a purple bra under her scrubs and man that bra was being tested! I guess she wanted to keep her impressive bust hidden. I could see why! The tattoos against her mocha complexion looked amazing! Her tummy was so taut and fit my cock stiffened fully. Luckily I was in my chair so she couldn't see it. She looked amazing and I finally saw how beautiful she actually was. Her husband was a lucky bastard.
From that day forward, I struggled mightily to keep my erections in check while she was bathing me. We were in a routine now and finishing each other's sentences. Maybe a year or so after she started having marital troubles. She said he wasn't having sex with her, always finding excuses not to fuck her. She's not the type to give up easily so she stuck by him. It continued, but she said as long as she had her vibrator she could still get off. At this, I told her how I missed jerking off. She was very sympathetic and said she would see if anyone she knows would help me out.
She tried and tried, but she didn't know many single women. I thanked her for trying, but wasn't ready to give up yet. A few weeks later I couldn't help it anymore.
We had the house to ourselves one day because my parents were both working and my siblings were away at college. I decided to get ballsy.
"'Nisha, you know how I was talking about how I miss jerking off? Well, I have an idea."
"Yeah, Kev?"
"You ever heard of a dutch rudder?" I said with a big ass grin.
"No, what the hell is that?" She seemed genuinely intrigued.
"Well, basically I hold my dick while someone moves my hand up and down for me."
"Okay, but how does this help you...Ohhhhh" If she were white she'd be blushing, but she smiled nervously.
"You don't have to."
"Actually, I think this will work. Yes, I'll give it a try."
"Oh shit! Really? Oh thank you so much!"
"Don't get too excited, it may not work."
So she scrounged up some lotion and grabbed couple tissues. I was still in bed, nude with a towel over my junk. She slowly pulled the towel off and placed my hand on my cock. It was slightly hard, but definitely not full mast. I tried wrapping my fingers around it to stimulate it some, but I just couldn't get a good grip. I was devastated. I began crying.
"God damn it! I just wanted a little bit of release! Is that so much to ask?"
"I know sweetheart, it fuckin' sucks." She said, clearly distraught that I was feeling so down.
"I don't deserve to have pleasure. That's what it is. I was a womanizing asshole in a past life or some shit."
"Naw naw. Ya weren't. We'll find a way."
A light bulb hit me "Could you help me out just this once?"
No reply, but she was thinking hard.
"Please?" I gave her the sad puppy dog eyes.
"Aw hell. Why not? But just this once." She said, drying my tears off.
I didn't plan on this being a one time only thing, but I was just going to play it cool.
So she made sure to bar my door. She walked over to my bedside and nervously giggled as she put lotion in her hands. She rubbed her hands together and my cock sprang up to full mast.
"Damn, somebody's excited!" she exclaimed upon seeing all 7 inches. "Yu're definitely a grower and not a shower. I had no idea you was that fuckin big."
"Guess I'm just blessed."
"This is weird. This is so weird. You know I've never given a hand job before right?"
"It's okay."
"Well okay, just close your eyes and relax."
I closed them and she wrapped her hand around my shaft. She gave it a couple strokes and it kinda hurt a little. I let it go assuming she just needed to get into the rhythm. After maybe 10 more strokes I had to say something.
"Loosen your grip a little."
"Kay."
She did and oh my god it felt good. Her hands were so silky smooth on my cock. She was able to pump faster now and I was really getting into it. Up and down she went, twisting her wrist into different angles, varying her speed. It seemed like we'd just started when she slowed down to a near stop.
"Kev, my hand is getting tired. It's been 10 minutes."
"It has? Wow! What about your other hand?"
"Maybe, but if that doesn't do it?"
"How about a little extra motivation?"
"How you mean?"
"Take your top off. Or at least lift up your top and fold it up so you can keep your bra exposed."
"Alright, but just this once." She said, placing the top on the bed. "Better?"
"Much."
She took her other hand and pumped my cock fast. I stared at her tits and focused on what I wanted to do to that smokin' body. It was maybe 2 minutes later when I groaned loudly and shot my load high into the air and it splatted onto my belly, thighs, and her hand and forearm.
"Oh wow, that was a lot of jizz Kev! You were really backed up!" She nervously laughed again. "Let me go wash my hands and get a wash cloth to clean you up."
I stewed in the remains of my orgasm and she returned to clean me up. It was business as usual within minutes. I guess it had to be considering she still loved her husband for some dumbfuck reason. It may have started as a one time thing, but I had plans. I will take this as far as I can.
To be continued...
If you're interested in playing Anisha, please respond. I also have an idea that she has a daughter who is only 15 and average looking, but grows into her body by 18 and I see her in a totally different way. Maybe somehow she gets involved with me. Don't know what her name would be yet, but let me know if you want to be her.Not with her mother, but her mother gets her involved with me or I strike up a tryst with her. You can tell that I love detailed roleplay based on this intro story. I think this will be really fun.
"Sure thing sweetheart." my new aide Anisha said as her large bust hovered over my face as she got on her tiptoes to move the pillow.
Before we get too far, I'm Kevin and I'm 28. I suffer from Muscular Dystrophy and am wheelchair bound. I can't walk and have very limited mobility in my arms. My fingers can still move pretty well. Sadly, though, I've lost the ability to jerk off. My condition has made it difficult to get laid and I am a virgin. I've hungered to change this for some time now.
Anisha had started taking care of me 2 years ago. She had been with me for only one month, but it felt like it had been more than that. We got along great. I'd had many home health aides before her and none of them were even remotely attractive. I honestly didn't think Anisha was much at first either. She's maybe 5'2 if you're generous, thick rimmed glasses, dyed reddish hair. She wasn't rail thin or thick. Somewhere in between. I like women of all types and even had a crush on several girls who were other races. Never got a chance to date any of them.
One day, not long after getting my first tattoo, Anisha showed me her back tattoos and her tattoo that wrapped around to her stomach. I caught a glimpse of a purple bra under her scrubs and man that bra was being tested! I guess she wanted to keep her impressive bust hidden. I could see why! The tattoos against her mocha complexion looked amazing! Her tummy was so taut and fit my cock stiffened fully. Luckily I was in my chair so she couldn't see it. She looked amazing and I finally saw how beautiful she actually was. Her husband was a lucky bastard.
From that day forward, I struggled mightily to keep my erections in check while she was bathing me. We were in a routine now and finishing each other's sentences. Maybe a year or so after she started having marital troubles. She said he wasn't having sex with her, always finding excuses not to fuck her. She's not the type to give up easily so she stuck by him. It continued, but she said as long as she had her vibrator she could still get off. At this, I told her how I missed jerking off. She was very sympathetic and said she would see if anyone she knows would help me out.
She tried and tried, but she didn't know many single women. I thanked her for trying, but wasn't ready to give up yet. A few weeks later I couldn't help it anymore.
We had the house to ourselves one day because my parents were both working and my siblings were away at college. I decided to get ballsy.
"'Nisha, you know how I was talking about how I miss jerking off? Well, I have an idea."
"Yeah, Kev?"
"You ever heard of a dutch rudder?" I said with a big ass grin.
"No, what the hell is that?" She seemed genuinely intrigued.
"Well, basically I hold my dick while someone moves my hand up and down for me."
"Okay, but how does this help you...Ohhhhh" If she were white she'd be blushing, but she smiled nervously.
"You don't have to."
"Actually, I think this will work. Yes, I'll give it a try."
"Oh shit! Really? Oh thank you so much!"
"Don't get too excited, it may not work."
So she scrounged up some lotion and grabbed couple tissues. I was still in bed, nude with a towel over my junk. She slowly pulled the towel off and placed my hand on my cock. It was slightly hard, but definitely not full mast. I tried wrapping my fingers around it to stimulate it some, but I just couldn't get a good grip. I was devastated. I began crying.
"God damn it! I just wanted a little bit of release! Is that so much to ask?"
"I know sweetheart, it fuckin' sucks." She said, clearly distraught that I was feeling so down.
"I don't deserve to have pleasure. That's what it is. I was a womanizing asshole in a past life or some shit."
"Naw naw. Ya weren't. We'll find a way."
A light bulb hit me "Could you help me out just this once?"
No reply, but she was thinking hard.
"Please?" I gave her the sad puppy dog eyes.
"Aw hell. Why not? But just this once." She said, drying my tears off.
I didn't plan on this being a one time only thing, but I was just going to play it cool.
So she made sure to bar my door. She walked over to my bedside and nervously giggled as she put lotion in her hands. She rubbed her hands together and my cock sprang up to full mast.
"Damn, somebody's excited!" she exclaimed upon seeing all 7 inches. "Yu're definitely a grower and not a shower. I had no idea you was that fuckin big."
"Guess I'm just blessed."
"This is weird. This is so weird. You know I've never given a hand job before right?"
"It's okay."
"Well okay, just close your eyes and relax."
I closed them and she wrapped her hand around my shaft. She gave it a couple strokes and it kinda hurt a little. I let it go assuming she just needed to get into the rhythm. After maybe 10 more strokes I had to say something.
"Loosen your grip a little."
"Kay."
She did and oh my god it felt good. Her hands were so silky smooth on my cock. She was able to pump faster now and I was really getting into it. Up and down she went, twisting her wrist into different angles, varying her speed. It seemed like we'd just started when she slowed down to a near stop.
"Kev, my hand is getting tired. It's been 10 minutes."
"It has? Wow! What about your other hand?"
"Maybe, but if that doesn't do it?"
"How about a little extra motivation?"
"How you mean?"
"Take your top off. Or at least lift up your top and fold it up so you can keep your bra exposed."
"Alright, but just this once." She said, placing the top on the bed. "Better?"
"Much."
She took her other hand and pumped my cock fast. I stared at her tits and focused on what I wanted to do to that smokin' body. It was maybe 2 minutes later when I groaned loudly and shot my load high into the air and it splatted onto my belly, thighs, and her hand and forearm.
"Oh wow, that was a lot of jizz Kev! You were really backed up!" She nervously laughed again. "Let me go wash my hands and get a wash cloth to clean you up."
I stewed in the remains of my orgasm and she returned to clean me up. It was business as usual within minutes. I guess it had to be considering she still loved her husband for some dumbfuck reason. It may have started as a one time thing, but I had plans. I will take this as far as I can.
To be continued...
If you're interested in playing Anisha, please respond. I also have an idea that she has a daughter who is only 15 and average looking, but grows into her body by 18 and I see her in a totally different way. Maybe somehow she gets involved with me. Don't know what her name would be yet, but let me know if you want to be her.Not with her mother, but her mother gets her involved with me or I strike up a tryst with her. You can tell that I love detailed roleplay based on this intro story. I think this will be really fun.
