Visit One: Visiting Rites
Something absolutely incredible – and incredibly devastating – happened to me
recently, something so dangerous, so stimulating, so mind-blowing – and yet so horribly
demeaning – that I can’t seem to come to terms with it. I guess the only answer is to
finally share this with someone, let it all out, despite the considerable humiliation
that’s bound to cause me.
Well, psychiatry fees being what they are, you’re elected to listen. I hope you can
handle the story. It’s pretty outrageous, to say the least, and it makes for some
uncomfortable hearing and telling at times. Frankly, at this point, I don’t much care if
you can take it or not. After what’s been going on here, after my wild, perverse,
unbelievable affair with Big Linda Skrue, it’s either unburden myself to a total stranger
or go stark raving mad.
So here we go. To begin with, I’ve been stuck in a wheelchair for the last ten years.
Most unfortunate, I know. A stupid accident at the height of my flaming youth robbed me of
many things, not the least of which was a normal social life. But finally I found a way to
turn my disability to my rather dubious advantage.
I first met this woman I came to know as ‘Big’ Linda when she began to work as my
Personal Care Aide. She owned a small private home health care agency, and I’d hired her
to help me with the things I couldn’t manage myself: bathing, dressing, and other personal
hygiene.
It was an agreeable situation. I didn’t know much about her, but she was certainly
pleasant enough. Perhaps she was a bit haughty and distant, yet competent and professional
in every way. And to a terminally deprived case like me she was a wet dream to behold. Her
face was truly beautiful with strong, severe features heavily freckled orange, and
shimmering reddish highlights similarly overlaid the rich golden fall of her long,
straight, remarkably thick hair. Tall and strong and outrageously stacked, her beauty and
amazing body made her more than just a mouthwatering specimen. In a way she was also
profoundly intimidating.
There was something about her, something beyond her bulky arms and shoulders, her
unbelievably heavy breasts and impressively muscular six-foot one-inch frame. Maybe it was
in the way she carried herself: such confident poise, such a challenging look and stance.
It made me wonder if there was anyone at all out there that was truly man enough for her.
Of course, I had no illusions about myself.
I’m a good enough looking guy, and fully capable where it really counts. But there’s
always this goddamn wheelchair. Not many women are open-minded enough to look beyond it
and give me a try. In fact, by the time I met this gorgeous Linda Skrue, my confidence had
been so battered by the endless string of rejections that I never quite had the guts to
make a move on her. Yet she must have known how much I wanted her. She worked in daily
proximity with my naked body, after all, and some truths just can’t be hidden. Practically
every time she’d bathe me, I’d quickly swell into an obvious erection.
Wherever you are, Big Linda, I’m sorry. It was impossible not to.
Leaning over me in the bathtub, with her loose scrubs belling out and her bra-less
breasts swaying in my face, Linda’s musky scent and strong sure hands turned me on so much
that I thought I’d lose my mind. Before long my obstinately unthinking cock was hardened
into a bony rope of muscle, straining up above the soapy surface of the water like the
one-eyed snout of a breaching leviathan.
How embarrassing. Completely professional, both of us tried to ignore it. Yet Linda’s
easy indifference as she scrubbed the soapy wash mitt over and around my hard, throbbing
genitals only magnified my desperation.
Didn’t she care how horny I was? Couldn’t she tell how much I needed someone, anyone,
to rescue me from my unwilling isolation? Could she possibly sense how much I was willing
to give in return? I don’t know. All I know is that what happened next seemed somehow
inevitable. By the time she’d finished washing me and go to make the bed, ‘Big’ Linda (as
I came to think of her) would invariably have me so worked up I was eager for any
opportunity, however tenuous, to ease my frustration. After all I hadn’t been laid in
nearly ten years, and here was this Amazon dream of a personal aide, intimately
ministering to my naked body. Well, a man can stand only so much. Lounging there, alone in
the hot, steamy tub, it was just too easy to lie back and let my fingers do the walking.
Somehow I ended up jerking myself off nearly every day.
Of course, given the limited nature of my privacy in these circumstances I suppose
Linda catching me at this was also inevitable. It should have been no surprise when she
eventually walked in on me. But it must have been quite a surprise indeed, at least for
her. There I was: gasping, panting, and even moaning out her name as I gripped and pulled
and pumped on myself.
What an incredibly devastating, deeply humiliating experience! I still don’t know how
to adequately explain its effect on me. All I know is that my eyes were closed on a
glorious vision of ‘Big’ Linda’s wildly heaving breasts. I was so absorbed in a wonderful
fantasy of fondling and fucking and then creaming out all over them that I wouldn’t have
heard the world end, much less the door open. Totally oblivious, I was beating my meat
like a maniac, splashing and thrashing and burning my eager way towards orgasm.
“Oh, oh, fuck me Big Linda!” I helplessly groaned aloud. Then just as this
exclamation escaped me I suddenly realized that the lady in question was standing there,
framed in the doorway and watching me expressionlessly. What happened next was more surely
fate than the accident that robbed me of my legs.
Humiliation and arousal somehow became inextricably mixed, an erotic alchemy that was
at once both weirdly perverse and powerfully compelling. For some reason the sudden,
guilty shock of my discovery shamed me into an immediate orgasm, one so powerful that I
could scarcely credit it. My balls seemed to clench, pulsing perceptibly as they delivered
their load, and I cried out, clamping down hard on my cock and stupidly trying to suppress
the inevitable.
No chance. What I call in lighter moments ‘the dream cream’ was too eager for
release. Bursting forth through my fingers, it spurted out hot and spunky all over my
chest and belly even as Linda stood there calmly watching me.
Well. After that I could only sprawl there, panting and blushing as we stared at each
other. But instead of appearing embarrassed herself, Linda was just smirking
contemptuously. Then she sneered down her nose at me.
“Good: ‘Big Linda’. I like that. From now on I don’t want you to call me anything
else. And I didn’t know you could do that.” She gestured at my come-splattered middle, my
deflating erection, and her gaze turned suddenly inward. For a mesmerizing moment she was
silent, her expression unreadable. Then she spoke, almost to herself.
“You know, I could use you…” She stood there silently contemplating, then came back
to the present. Looking down at me strangely, she continued, “I have these urges, you see.
Sometimes I wake up, all alone and incredibly horny in the middle of the night, with the
overwhelming urge to do things with a man...to do things to a man...that most men simply
can’t accept.” Slowly a disconcerting and decidedly evil smile spread across Big Linda’s
freckled face. “But you’ll accept it. You’ll have to. You’re crippled and alone here.”
Her voice took on a taunting, singsong note.
“All alone and lonely, helpless in bed, and I’ve got the key...I could just come in
here any night I want, and use you any way I want. Couldn’t I? I could just fuck you up
and down and eight ways to Sunday, and there isn’t a damn thing you’d dare do about it. Is
there? Because you want me. Don’t you?”
Of course I could only nod, my wasted sperm dripping slowly down my naked body, and
suddenly Big Linda snapped out, “Don’t you? Say it!”
“I want you, Big Linda!”
Her sparkling blue eyes narrowed coldly as she gauged the extent of my reflexive,
instinctive submission to her – to her size, her beauty; her inherent sexual power. Then,
obviously satisfied with what she saw, Big Linda Skrue made her decision.
“I am going to use you,” she said, slowly and emphatically. “Hard. I am going to use
you so hard, in so many ways... From now on you are going to be my own private little sex
toy!” A gloating grin claimed her full, pinkish-red lips.
“I should have thought of this before! Here you are, a fully-grown man, and
practically as helpless as a baby! Perfectly willing to suffer whatever I choose to do to
you. Oh, I’ve been waiting a long time for something like this, little man. A hell of a
long time! I’m just going to have so much fucking fun with you!” I squirmed at hearing
this, and Big Linda laughed at the growing unease of my expression. Then she continued
scornfully, “I am going to make you pay for being male, my pet little cripple! And I don’t
just mean your health care contract!”
“In fact, as of tomorrow morning, I’m going to put one of my employees on your case,
rather than bothering with cleaning you up myself. I’ve got a feeling that from now on
I’ll be at home sleeping in all day instead of working, resting up from my busy nights!
Because you can bet your pansy little ass they’re going to be busy!
“I’m going to show your pathetic male self all the incredible things a hot, motivated
woman like me can do! You’re going be my sex-slave, my helpless little whore! I’m going to
work out every outrageous, outlandish fantasy I’ve ever had on you, and you’re just going
to have to deal with it however you can. Got that? Tonight and every night I feel like it
from now on. I hope you like it rough, little sex toy. Because I’m going to have some
big-time fun playing with you! Now, clean up that mess!”
With that Big Linda flung the terrycloth wash-mitt she usually wielded so expertly
herself directly atop my come-dripping cock. Then she stepped back and slammed the
bathroom door, leaving me sitting there, alone and totally flabbergasted.
I couldn’t believe it. Employer and employee, somehow our positions had become
completely reversed. Suddenly she was the one who held all the power. In my stunned daze I
looked down, and saw at once the reason why.
All unconsciously, Big Linda’s dire promises – threats, almost – had me swelling once
again into rigid readiness. Before long my stupid cock thrust straight up into the air,
effortlessly tenting out the heavy wet mitt.
What the hell was going on here?
How could I be getting so hard, after just coming so explosively? And why wasn’t I
terrified, suddenly giving up power to this strange, unpredictable female? I truly had no
idea what I was getting into. But after so many years of involuntary celibacy, it’s hardly
surprising that Big Linda had managed to strike such a responsive chord in me. Whatever
kinky excesses she had in mind, part of me, at least, seemed eager to learn. And learn I
would.
Late that very night my bedroom door suddenly crashed open, jarring me awake and
flooding the room with light. There stood Big Linda Skrue. Tall and forbidding, she was
silhouetted from behind for just a moment before charging in to fall upon me. What
happened then was the start of something more extreme than you can possibly believe.
Without the slightest bit of ceremony Big Linda leaped onto the wave-less mattress of
my queen-sized waterbed and ripped away the covers to expose my naked body.
I couldn’t believe it myself. Such things didn’t actually happen, did they? Not to
guys like me. Yet here was Big Linda, larger than life and twice as imposing. And real or
not she wasted no time on formalities. Flinging her overcoat to the floor, this amazing
Amazon straddled me, completely naked. The glorious orbs of her matchless breasts were
revealed to me at last in their stunning entirety. Pink and cream and peach, huge and
globular, they seemed to fill my entire world. Swelling out from Big Linda’s barrel chest
like fleshy melons they hung before me like the deliciously forbidden fruit of some
wondrously bountiful fertility goddess.
Oh, my lord! Slowly, deliberately Big Linda Skrue caressed them, cupping and lifting
them, proudly hefting their generous weight. Her fingers found the nipples, pinching and
twisting those large, protuberant points. Then without warning she fell forward, crushing
that incredible bosom directly into my helpless face. Grabbing both hands full of my hair,
Big Linda held my head tight and buried me in her tits. Twisting and writhing, slapping me
with their firm, springy weight, she scraped the hard arrowheads of her nipples roughly
across my cheeks and chin and mouth before finally gripping my head tight and forcing one
of them between my lips.
“Suck me, boy!” she hissed down. Her weight was crushing me, the massive swell of her
left breast pressing against my nostrils, limiting my air. Nevertheless I went straight to
work. I knew I had no other choice. It was either satisfy this potent new mistress or
suffer the most unimaginable of consequences. Immediately I fastened myself to that
invading nipple. Sucking its thick, stiff point deep into my mouth, I began pulling at it
for all I was worth.
Mmmmmmmmmm! I was immediately rewarded for my efforts, hearing my Big Mistress Linda
moan almost inaudibly. Encouraged I sucked harder, feeling the taut, heavy flesh of that
mammoth mammary quiver against my face, as involuntary shivers of pleasure ran through
her. Now sucking, now nipping and nibbling and then suckling again, I fed voraciously at
that enormous udder, while the incredibly gorgeous Big Linda Skrue panted and moaned and
yipped out eerie cries of pleasure just above me. Finally, with a last, desperate gasp,
she ripped her stiff tit-bud brusquely away from my manic mastication.
Snarling down at me, still holding me tightly by the hair, Big Mistress Linda twisted
her torso back and forth and all around, rubbing that hard wet point all over my helpless
face. Big and rubbery, it scraped my features from chin to brow and ear to ear. Then she
forced open my jaws and immediately popped in the other one, demanding equal service.
Dutifully I obeyed, attacking those tasty pink nipples, licking, sucking and
nibbling, using my lips and teeth and tongue on them with all of my energy and skill. Soon
they were each so red and distended that I expected them to begin spurting hot milk all
over me at any moment. Yet this obviously wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy a voracious
specimen like Big Linda Skrue, and she soon let me know it.
As I continued to humbly work on her, I suddenly felt Big Linda’s hand reach around
back and seize the rigidly upright length of my cock. She began pumping it, taunting me as
she did so, humiliating me and forcing me to grovel beneath her.
“What the hell’s with this worthless hard-on, you disgusting man, you weak little
shit! Don’t you understand the situation here yet? Well let me educate you, boy. You are
here for my pleasure alone, got it? That’s all. To me you are nothing but another of my
toys, a dildo to stick in my cunt, and that’s it! From now on you do what I say, when I
say, get it? If I say suck, then you suck, damn it, and if I feel like riding your
useless little cock, you damn well better stay rock hard until I’m finished! This cock
belongs to me now, slut-slave! See? You are just a convenient tongue attached. So you
behave yourself, little man, and one day maybe I’ll even let you up inside me. Then
again...” She paused in her wonderful pumping, gripping me tightly, even painfully. “I
think my cunt’s too good for a worthless little cripple like you.”
Once again Big Linda ripped her succulent tit unceremoniously from my suckling jaws.
Then she sat up, releasing my throbbing cock.
“I’m going to make you jerk yourself off instead. You like playing with yourself,
don’t you? You probably like it far better than fucking a real woman like me anyway. What
else were you doing this morning, huh: playing with yourself! You shameless little piece
of shit! Admit it! Admit your guilt, your weakness, and maybe I’ll let you jerk yourself
off!”
Looming over me, glaring down, with her beautiful huge breasts heaving with
excitement and her sweet cunt just out of reach, Big Linda Skrue seemed a totally
different creature from my detached, efficient, calmly professional home health aide. I
could hardly believe that woman ever existed. In her place was a powerfully motivated
sexual dynamo, a simmering cauldron of consuming desires, boiling with the uncontainable
need to dominate and humiliate a helpless male – perhaps by proxy even the whole male sex.
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