3 comments/ 49102 views/ 10 favorites Hired Help By: Pili Patrick stood at the top of the old carpeted stairs. His stubby fingers were wrapped around the white painted wooden posts. On his knees even, watching as his mother passed back and forth busily below. As usual, five or six times a week, going out to do whatever she does. 'Business' was always her response. Plopping him with different babysitters every time, toppling back into the house at 3 in the morning. His 18th birthday was last week. He was old enough to stay by himself but what would she know? He was still a kid to her, ordering these babysitters every single time. He'd be surprised if she even remembered his name! He was fairly tall for his age though his body was not though proportional. He had these little stout fingers, though extremely large feet. His face was pelted with an array of freckles, covering his thin cheeks, up to his high forehead. A natural redhead, well, orange head: that Irish ancestry. He didn't make this babysitter selection easy for her though. No, he gave each new girl hell. A painful 3 bucks an hour, wasn't worth sitting this 'little' monster. No, tonight was another girl, some girl that just moved into town. She was easy bait. A smile crossed his lips, revealing the straight plaque-coated teeth; like taking candy from a baby he thought. There was a tap on the door. The mother, jogging lopsidedly as she put in an earring ran to answer it. A young woman stand there. Not even a woman, a girl almost. She was no more than 23, no younger than 21. 22 sounds like a good age. She was much shorter than he, barely 5ft tall. She was average, though the typical cheerleader skinny. Given a soft pale face, with black hair that crawled down her shoulders. Almost flawless skin, creepy if not beautiful. She had a pink halter top, perking average breasts. A pleated denim skirt overlapped her semi-chubby thighs, the bits of shorts seen below. One of those half skirt, half shorts thing. She had a small cream bag thrown over her shoulder but not much else with her. A pair of flipflops, but no jewelry seen, from at least where he was. "Emergency numbers are on the breakfast room table and pizza money is on the fridge. Thank you so much, Eris." The girl nods politely. The mother grabs her purse and nods, looking up at Patrick, almost longingly before closing the door without a word. Eris, so the girl was named, moved quietly into the living room, "Patrick, why not come down and meet me, hm?" She called up. What a lovely voice, hypnotic and almost alluring. Patrick stepped one foot down then placed his weight on the other. He stood and slid down the railing. He created an indifferent look as he strutted proudly towards her: an art he had been perfecting for years, "Yo. Look you don't need to do anything. My mom is nuts, I mean look at me. So uh just watch tv or something." Eris smiles at him, tilting her head a bit, "I was going to fix you dinner. Is that all right?" Patrick watches her but shrugs, "Whatever, I'm going watch the tube then." He hops on the couch. Eris walked towards the kitchen, in that silent way that she did. She so effortlessly moved her balance, disappearing so perfectly. Patrick didn't take notice, flipping the remote over his wrist to turn on the large, wide screen television. In the kitchen, Eris took the money off the fridge and laid it to the side. No pizza. Instead, she opened the refrigerator and stuck her head inside, moseying around. She pulls out some cold lasagna, cooked broccoli, and then some bread from an opposite drawer. Oh, his mother noticed him. She noticed him as a burden. Eris was no ordinary sitter. She sets her bag on the counter as she arranged the cold plates. She then opens it to reveal a metal rack lodged into the inside of the cotton. She removes a small vial fizzling with some blue liquid. She shakes it a bit and glancing towards the living room. He was oblivious. She drips some on each of the food items. The azure potion dissolves quickly, as if it were never there. The babysitter puts the plate into the microwave. She then sets just a small bit on a piece of common day bread. She ingests the bread herself, smacking her lips at the odd taste. A wrinkle of her nose and a cringe of her eyes said that it must have sour. "Dinner," she called; only moments later when the microwave beeps its completion, "I ate before I got here, so its all for you." She smiled, happily. She moves over to the table and lays it before him – silverware already nicely presented. Patrick, accustomed to sitting in front of the television, raises an eyebrow. He shrugs, more mooching for free food. By now, he would usually be torturing the girls. Like squirt guns, tacks in seats, whoopee coushins, even just trashing the house childishly. It was all small pranks and games that just wasn't worth the time to these lowly paid sitters. Naw, he'll be nice to this girl just because she's new in town. He inhaled the food, not bothering to use his napkin. He gave several loud burps, turning to glance at the television from time to time. She just sat across from him, watching, her wrists folded together. When he'd look to her, he would knit his eyebrows again but continued pigging out. It was within seven minutes before his plate was completely clean, "That was good," he said, with one final belch of rudeness. A stinging then occurred, almost tingling even, at the point of his navel. It made his stomach churn, so much that he put his hand over the spot momentarily, "Whoo, indigestion," he grinned at her. She returned a silent smile. He found himself lowering his glance to her breasts. They seemed to be pushing harder into that top that had been so loose when she walked in the door. He shakes his head and looks away, "Thanks." He moves back over to the couch, dropping to lie across it sloppily. She nods and lifts the plate he had left, taking it to the kitchen to wash. That stinging continued, burning now as it spread through his lower gut. Patrick would switch positions from time to time, moving to lay his leg over the glass table. He even felt hungry. Not hunger, but a craving. He needed something. He sat up, not 10 minutes since he lay down and walked to the kitchen. Eris was still putting things up. She turns to look at him, "Still hungry?" She asks in her sultry usual voice. He rubs his stomach a bit and nods. He was looking at her breasts again. She clears her throat though and he shoots his eyes up, "Yea," he confirmed after the nod. She held that odd smile, "What would you like?" He shrugged. She turned towards the freezer. He naturally glances down to her bum, seeing how it was now plump and ripened into her tight denim skirt. He smacks his lips, lifting his shirt which was slumping over his shoulder. That's odd, this was a tight ringer tee. Hm, no matter. He shakes his head, "I'm good." He starts to walk back in the other room, tripping out of his shoes. He grunts, looking back at them before blowing it off. Forgot to tie them, he assumed. He started to watch the tv again but the burning in his navel was becoming insatiable. Eris walks over to him in, what seemed a new manner. She rubs his bangs from his eyes in a motherly fashion, "Got a tummy ache?" She asked with a soft voice. He nods, rubbing his stomach, "A nice warm bath may help." He nods and stands, fixing his jeans which were classically hanging below his boxers. He looks to her. She seemed different. Her tankop was much tighter around her breasts. The nipples were seen, easily poking through the built-in bra. Her stomach too, had this slight slope, pushing along the pink fabric. He tilts his head but turns, quietly walking up the stairs. Patrick moves into his room, leaving the door ajar. He takes off his shirt, to admire his bulging muscles, but there was nothing. A skinny boy stature. He tilts his head, "I need to work out more," He said to himself. He drops his jeans, then his boxers, to his dismay and utter shock, he saw a lump of orange pubes fall with the cotton white boxers. He whimpers and touches the thinning hair around his limp dick. It pulls out easily, "What the?!" He had matured early, had gotten his big-boy hair when he was only 11. Eris walks into the room. Her stomach was noticeable larger. The skin was seen at the bottom of the shirt. She smiles as he turns to her. He was her height, she stood to him at eye to eye. She leans to give a soft kiss to his cheek. Oddly this felt reassuring and his anger left him. Her hand slid tenderly across his groin, brushing fresh what was left of the orange hairs, to leave the small boyish penis, completely bare. His eyes were soon back on her large breasts, observing the cleavage across the top. He then looked towards the area of the nipple, watching dark spots slowly form. She lifts her eyes to see his gaze, smirking a bit, "Your bath is running," She spanks the boy's butt. He grunts and moves into the large master bathroom. Patrick hops into the bath which was lovingly topped with purple bubble soap. He smiles and pats the surface a bit to make them foam more. Eris walks in behind him, slowly removing her shirt. This showed, what looked to be a 5 month pregnant stomach, rounding to perfection. Her breasts were notable swollen as well. The nipples were thick, pointed and reddened from the pressure building behind them. He looks to this sight, but found her no longer lover's-look attractive. He splashes the bubbles, getting some in his eye, "Momma, I got soap in my eye." He stops at his words, what did he just say? Eris had slid over a loose night shirt, walking over to him with a small rag, "It's okay, baby." She dabs his eye gently. He smiles when the stinging pain was relieved. She starts to use the rag, moving it over his body soothingly. He was soon distracted otherwise. In a child's innocence, he was giddily playing with his penis beneath the water. He started jerking it a bit, letting the different sensation bud through his lower body. Eris stopped rubbing him and leaned back. As he jerked himself, her groin riddled with the arousal he should have felt. Her walls quivered, sending shivers up her spine. Her back was pressed into the step of the bath; panties soon soaked with her warm moist juices, "Oh Patrick, stop that." She said. Patrick lifts his head and looks to her. The girl leans back, licking her lips, rubbing her large stomach. Patrick gave a malicious grin. He hopped from the bathtub and suddenly ran like a little jaybird. Eris sighed but smiled, slowly standing. She lets out the bath water and picks up a towel, moving after him, "Patrick," she calls. He stumbles over his stubby legs, plopping naked onto the old cream carpet. She comes up behind him and easily scoops him up. He struggles for a moment but finds it useless. He looks up to her, grinning as she rubbed the towel across his little body. He could feel her stomach pressing into his back; that soothing and warm touch. It made the constant stinging in his navel just disappear. He smiled contently, leaning into her. She walks to his room and sits him down on the bed. Patrick rolls to his back, kicking his little fit, observing his toes. In the back of his mind, he knew something wrong but, he just couldn't get it to his active conscience. Eris unbuttons the front of the large shirt, revealing a large breasts, "Come now dear." Patrick shook his head, "I'm a big boy now!" She lifts up the reluctant male and he squirmed with all his might, "You were a big boy," she corrected. She pushed his face to the ripe nipple, pushing it into his mouth. She then used a finger to tease it inside, like one would do with a baby, tricking him into the addiction. The sweet milk poured into his mouth and it only took a drop on his tastebuds for him to become ever so greedy. He turns to her, suckling gently at first. No, he'd knead his paws into the breast, wanting more and more to come. She leans her head back, moaning softly, enjoying as the pressure was relieved. It wasn't until she felt a tingle between her legs that she forced him to stop. She set the infant down on the bed and stood up. She struggled to undo her skirt, the 8 month pregnant belly, obviously hanging over top. She did though unbutton the denim, pulling it down, followed by the drenched purple panties. The sensation was stronger and she sat back down. A slithering snake vine pulled from the folds of her sex and all she could do was groan with the pleasure. It moved across the bed until it connected with the small figure's navel. The stinging was finally gone and as the umbilical cord snaked into her womb, connecting him to her; the milk flowed endless into his rounded flub. This was when realization hit. Patrick understood what was going on. He tried to struggle, to pull but it was too late. She was giggle from the raw sensation, leaning her head back still, licking her lips, "It's okay, sweetie." She said, "Your mother hired me, paid me off, to be your new mom. I've always wanted a little one for myself." Patrick shook his head, feeling the draw and tautness from his stomach. She lifts one hand, directing his feet to her dripping sex. Before he could flail them, the pulsing folds overwhelmed the flesh to his ankles. He tried to move at his knees but it only caused her to enjoy it more. She pulls the shirt over her head, revealing the entire swollen form – the 9 month pregnant body. How it had filled in her hips, rounding her slim cheerleader form to that of such a seducing mother. With a short scream, a painful contraction, he was brought up to his thighs. His little penis disappearing, following by his flat hips. Patrick violently swishes his upper half, desperately to move his arms. It was to no avail. Another contraction, a scream, before a short pleasurable moan. He was pull to his stomach, hiding the umbilical cord. He moved his feet inside her, feeling them being directed upwards, inhaling into her womb. Her sex was stretching so easily around him, her cum just oozing over his body like the placenta it was no doubt forming. Patrick's eyes winced and he threw his little fingers at her, whimpering. His body no longer able to produce words. He tried to move though, flail, anything. It only helped. In moments, up to his neck. She struggles to lean herself forward, lifting a palm to blow him a kiss, "See you soon, baby," She said before her last contraction. The most longing screech, and the burst of new liquids pooling over the bed. He was vacuumed into her birth canal, towed upwards, slowly into the womb. The umbilical cord pulled him closer to the wall, carefully feeding him with his precious nutrients. At first he was scared, his old memories though fading. He forgot of that time at school where his girlfriend had dumped him or how often his mother left him alone. All he could think now was of the warm place he was in and what adventures tomorrow would bring with his new mother. Eris remained on the bed for some time until he was situated and sleeping. She moves to the counter where she had set her bag, pulling out a new pair of underwear and maternity dress she had brought. Both fitting her buxom body beautiful. She stuffs her dirty clothes into the bag, rubbing her hand over her stomach, "Maybe not a boy. A girl would be better," She nods her head as she steps down the stairs. She moves into the kitchen and picks up the money that was for the pizza. Way more than any one pizza would ever cost. She puts it in her little bag and smiles, thinking as she slid on her flipflops. She turned off the lights and made her way to the front door, nodding her head, "I like that better," She said aloud, agreeing with herself. Maybe even he heard her within his peaceful dreams. She opens the front door, rubbing her swollen stomach, "Patricia." Eris gives that odd, knowing grin before slowly closing the door, leaving the large house in silence. For now. Hired Help The kids were at my parents for the weekend and my wax appointment was running late, as usual. I sat on the lounge and was flicking through one of the magazines on the coffee table. A couple of younger women, probably early thirties, I'd say, some ten years younger than myself, walked into the reception area and were advised that they'd have to wait as all of the beauticians were running a little late today. I really hadn't taken that much notice of them except it was clear that the dark haired girl was more blatantly sexual in the way that she dressed and held herself, the other, probably a bottle blonde was more reserved and seemed to be nervous. They sat on a two-seater lounge and the blonde said in a whispering voice to the other that "she couldn't believe that she was going through with this". Her friend said that "she'd love the feeling of a hair free pussy". Now that statement got my attention, and I could relate to what she was saying. My mind drifted to the first time I had a brazillian. Chris had been away on his motorbike for the weekend with a few of his biker friends and I thought I'd surprise him when he got home. I'd dressed in my quarter cup bra and a nice top, a skirt and had put on a really skimpy see through G-string. I was feeling horny and couldn't wait for him to come home. I remembered how wet I was and couldn't help putting my hand up my skirt as I sat and watched television waiting for him. Feeling how smooth I was, the touch of my fingers was almost electrifying. Then I heard his bike pull into the garage. When he came inside I poured him a red wine and he sat beside me and told me about his weekend with 'the boys'. He went to shower and I went to the bedroom took off the skirt and top, grabbed his dressing gown and took it in for him. He didn't see me and I left the gown hanging on the back of the door. I turned and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Something was missing. I ran toward the bedroom and sat on the bed rummaging through a draw and found a new pair of thigh high stockings and put them on. I was bending over adjusting them when I saw him, through the full walled mirror, standing at the door with a look of surprise on his face. He walked forward as I was standing upright his gown fell open as he walked and as he held me around my waist I could feel his dick pressing against my arse. He kissed my neck and said "Jen .... Jen, are you ready. Jennn" I jumped as I realised that my mind was off in a world of my own, and the voice I was hearing was my beautician calling for me to go into the privacy of her room. I was embarrassed because I knew my pussy was really wet, what would she think! I removed my knickers and resumed the 'brazillian position' I'd been in numerous times before. She was a true professional, and said quietly " l see you've been looking forward to this" and we both laughed a little. She shot the breeze with the usual conversation and I felling relaxed in her manner. My mind wandered to the upcoming weekend, Chris said that he had it all planned out and he'd fill me in when he got home from work. I was at home and in the shower when he came home. He poked his head in the bathroom and said that he had a surprise for me and that he'd be in the lounge when I'd finished. I dried off and slipped on my dressing gown and went into the lounge. He was getting us a drink and pointed to a couple of shopping bags on the lounge. "Don't sneak any peaks" he said with a grin. I sat down and he pulled out a lace 'something' that had a string of pearls on it. "What is this" I said as he passed it to me. He said that it was my underwear for the weekend and as I held it up I could see what it was but couldn't quite work out why anyone would design underwear that was so strange. He told me to put it on for him. I sat back and pulled them over my legs and stood to pull them up, the pearls hung between my legs. Chris walked over to me and handed me a wine as I took the glass he gently pulled the waistband higher until the pearls were pulled within the outer lips of my pussy. Oh, this was nice. He suggested I get my quarter-cup bra, stockings, black shoes. I walked to the bedroom and as I walked I could feel the pearls gently rubbing against my clit. God, this was good. Standing at my drawers, searching for his favorite bra, I couldn't help but move my legs to get more stimulation. This little G-string was making me feel really horny. With everything located, I put them on and walked back to the lounge where he was sitting on the arm of the lounge drinking his wine. "You look great he told me, "I could eat you here and now!" "Oh, yes please" I said. He told me that that would have to wait. He asked how the G-string was and smiled when I said that it was making me feel horny. Reaching into the next bag he pulled out a black skirt and a black silk top and asked me to put them on. His eyes were fixed on me and I could see a swelling in his trousers, he was loving this, and so was I. The skirt was a wrap around number and as I put it around my waist the silk lining felt wonderful as it rubbed against my bottom. I buttoned the waist and was surprised at the lack of wrap around it had. I pushed a leg forward, as if walking and it opened quite a way, showing to top of my stocking. He smiled, with a sort of satisfied look as he passed the silk top to me. The top was loose fitting and as I buttoned it up from the bottom noticed how my nipples were pushing against the thin shiny silk. I knew this was one of his favourite looks. I walked around the room turning for him to see, and those lovely pearls were doing their work, he was very approving and took my hand and I sat on the lounge beside him. As I did, the skirt fell to the sides of my legs showing a huge amount of leg. I tried to bring the material back over my legs but no matter how I tried it kept dropping. Chris laughed and told me that he had had the skirt made and had the dressmaker sew small lead weights into the hem, so that it would drape open whenever I sat down. I'm not an exhibitionist at all, but as this was a special weekend thought I'd go along with him.. His hand reached between my legs and he trailed his fingers over my pussy mound and told me how wet I was. He slipper a finger inside me with ease and in doing so the movement pulled tension on the pearls and rubbed at my clit. I was so aroused I wanted him to keep probing inside me. My nipples were super sensitive and I could see them through the silk top creating a visual experience like a couple of circus tents. I was pushing his head down toward my waiting wetness. But he stopped me and reached into his pocket and placed something in his mouth, opened my top and sucked on my left nipple, this felt so good I put my head back to enjoy the experience, he moved to my right nipple and sucked like mad, the vacuum was really strong and I was loving it. Chris pulled back and was looking at my tits and when I looked down I could see that he was looking at a pair of gold bands about a quarter inch long that he'd sucked over my nipples, they made my nipples stand so proud but didn't feel at all uncomfortable. He buttoned up my top and those circus tents were displayed like I've never experienced before. He asked me to stand so that he could look at me. I was so fucking randy; my pussy juices were trailing down my legs. I strutted around our lounge teasing him and he licked his lips and had that glazed over eye look. I walked over to were he was sitting and spread my legs, Jostled forward and sat straight down on his lap, I could feel his hardness through his trousers; we kissed with tongues wrestling and his hands roaming over my body. Pushing me back a bit he looked down at the string of pearls that was rubbing against my clit, he frowned and said that the dry cleaner was going to have fun getting the pussy juice stain off his trousers. I dropped to my knees and started to lick at the moist patch on his pants and made sure there was enough pressure for him to feel my lips & tongue running over his dick. Undoing his zipper I reached inside to free the dick that strained within. Chris' dick was standing to attention, and I gave it the lip service it deserved. I've always enjoyed having his dick in my mouth, I love to see and feel his reaction when I take it deep into my mouth, slowly slide it out again until the head is touching my lips and then taking it in again. I was licking the head just about to take it inside my mouth when the doorbell rang. Shit! "You'll have to get that". Oh, He said, that will be the next part of your surprise. A blank look on my face must have said it all. Chris bent down and kissed me at told me to relax and just go with the flow. Chris went to the door was talking but I couldn't figure out who he was talking to. Then I heard the door close and into the lounge walked a woman. She was wearing a long overcoat, which seemed strange, as it wasn't cold. She was mid 40's I concluded, auburn hair, another of Chris' favourites and took my hand & introduced herself as Cheryl. She held my hand for a long time, stood back and looked me up & down, raised her eyebrows & licked her lips. I was feeling unsure about this situation and a little insecure. She looked at Chris and said, "Your wife looks good enough to eat". With that Chris handed her a glass of wine & topped up mine. I gave him 'the look' like what the fucks going on, he winked and Cheryl gently pushed me back into the lounge, removed her coat to reveal that she was wearing the exact same underwear as me. My jaw dropped and Cheryl then told me that Chris had hired her for the night, and that she specialised in a service reserved for couples only. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, her nipples stood proud, the pearl G-string was pulled tight into her hairless pussy, she had a bit of a tummy, her legs a little slenderer than mine and wore a perfume that was somehow familiar. She walked over to me took my glass from me and placed her and my drinks on the coffee table held out her hand to me and gently helped me up. She slowly moved toward me and stood inches away from me, our nipples brushed each other's and she moved ever so slowly closer & closer until our lips met. Oh' fuck I thought. Can this really be happening? I should point out at this stage that I have never done anything like this with another woman before. It's always been a fantasy that I've shared with Chris, often. Her tongue slipped into my mouth as she ran her hands down my arms until she was holding the tips of my fingers, ever so gently she pulled my hands up the sides of her body. She stopped just below her underarms and then slowly moved our hands to her breasts. I started to stroke them and they felt somehow softer than mine, my fingers brushed her nipples and she shuddered. Her body was slowly moving in a sort of circular motion. She broke the kiss and started to kiss & lick my neck. Her perfume was more evident in this position and I realised it was Chris' favourite. Her rotational hip movements were becoming more pronounced and I could feel her pelvic area rubbing against mine. My head fell back as her neck kissing increased, her hands roaming my body and she ever so gently but purposely massaged my arse. She knew exactly what I liked. In many ways it was like I was caressing myself. I looked round to see Chris, he was sitting on the other lounge with a huge smile on his face and a huge erection in his pants, which he rubbed through his trousers. Cheryl moved her hand to my top and undid the buttons, I was almost dizzy, she was so gentle in every thing she did. The silk top slid from my body, falling to the floor. Cheryl looked at my nipples and said that she loved the nipple bands, which I'd forgotten about until now. She asked where I got them from and Chris piped up and said that he'd had them specially made. She unbuttoned my skirt and it fell down too. Taking a sep back she looked me up & down and focused on the pearl G-string, the same as she was wearing, looked over at Chris and told him that he'd thought of everything. He stood up and walked out of the room and I could tell that he was on some sort of mission. Meanwhile Cheryl passed me my wine and sipped from hers, her eyes focused on mine the whole while. Chris walked in and asked if we would like to join him in the bedroom. He was wearing his dressing gown, he walked over to us took our hands and walked backwards leading us to the bedroom. As we entered the room it was clear that he had lit some scented candles and turned on the TV to a porn movie that he always enjoyed watching. We all sat up on the bed with me in the middle, and sipped wine and talked about the movie, we commented on the size of tits and 'Barbie like' bodies, we girls laughed but Chris was focused on the movie. The move from the lounge to the bedroom had somehow broken a trancelike effect that Cheryl had had on me. But the wine was taking effect and I was feeling much more comfortable with her, as we watched I could feel Cheryl's hand touching my thigh. Her hands were so soft and gentle. It made me melt the way she touched me. Then Chris started doing the same; his movements were like a mirror image of what Cheryl was doing. I could see that Chris was watching her movements in the full wall mirror at the other end of the room and coping them. Then something caught his attention, he was mesmerised by the scene in the movie, it was two women dressed as Cheryl & I were, exactly! She looked up and looked at Chris and said, "I gather that this is where you got your inspiration" he could hardly speak, cleared his throat and mumbled something about the next scene. The women moved into a 69 position and Chris' hand went straight to his hardened dick. Cheryl turned to me and her hand reached my between my legs, she kissed my nipple and sucked it in but her eyes were fixed on the screen above us, the same time her hand was seeking out my pussy which was sopping wet. Sitting up I leaned over and took Chris' dick into my mouth in one swift action. He moaned really load and I got on all fours that allowed Cheryl complete access to my body. She soon had her fingers probing me and the pearls were rubbing on my clit again. This was soon pushed out of the way by her fingers and she circled my clit time after time, the feeling of having my husband's dick in my mouth and having my clit teased at the same time was such a turn-on. Cheryl pulled at my G-String and removed it from my body; she then positioned herself under me and probed my pussy meat with her tongue. This sent me into a new world of feelings. Chris positioned himself so he could better watch. He jumped off the bed altogether and then sat at the other end just watching while Cheryl pulled at my nipples, which were swinging in the air. I just had to taste my first ever pussy and spun around on the bed to complete a 69 position, pulled her legs apart and lowered my head and hips at the same time. My tongue found its destination at the same time that Cheryl pushed her tongue into my soaking hole. She was fucking her tongue in & out of me and I was savouring her taste, aroma and feel of a woman's soft flesh on and in my mouth. The bed moved a little and I felt Chris' dick resting on my arse, he moved and entered my wet pussy with ease, Cheryl was busy licking my clit from underneath, and I was in heaven. This is the position that Chris & I had talked about many a time. God, if I'd known that it was like this I'd have done it years ago. I couldn't concentrate on Cheryl's clit while being had like this. I raised my head and Cheryl, ever the thoughtful one pinched and pulled at my nipples from below me. I could feel my orgasm building, it was welling up inside me, my breathing heavy and laden my back involuntary arched, Chris pushed deep into me and Cheryl's tongue was going at a rate of knots. Ohh....Oh...arrrrr..mmphhhh.......Ahhhh! It lasted the longest I can remember, my clit too sensitive to be touched. I had to rest, my body was totally spent. I lay down next Cheryl and she was so nice, she rubbed my skin and I looked at Chris standing there, his dick moist with my juices and a huge smile beaming across his face. He lay down beside me kissed me and asked if I'd enjoyed myself. I answered him with a smile; it hit me that during this whole event he hadn't even laid a hand on Cheryl. He moved himself over me and I opened my legs and he pushed slowly into me, all the while looking into my eyes, with that glazed look. I asked him if he wanted Cheryl, he said of course he did but this was arranged for my experience, but asked her to sit over my face. She positioned herself so that her back was toward Chris and slowly pushed herself onto my waiting mouth, she was so wet, and her aroma was heavenly, she leaned forward and I concentrated on her clit with my mouth. Chris was pushing his dick at full-length strokes in and out of me. He stopped and said the view he had was fantastic, I pushed two fingers into Cheryl, she pushed back on my hand making it really wet. I fucked her with my fingers, and she asked me to fill her more, I put four fingers inside her, she kept pushing back and I fucked her more, Chris was moaning and I knew that this was bringing him close to the edge. He was pumping me harder and the pressure on my clit was bringing me toward climax again. My hand was just covered in Cheryl's juices, literally dripping down my arm. I removed my hand a little, which brought a whimper from her, pushed my thumb to the centre of my hand and proceeded to push the whole thing into her moistness. Cheryl let out a squeal of approval and my hand felt like it was being sucked into her, her vagina muscles were tight and as I pushed further I clenched my fist and entered her as deep as I could. She kept repeating as in she were possessed "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" and I told her to lay on her back, she managed to do this without my hand being removed, rolling over Chris entered me again from behind and I fucked Cheryl with my fist like there was no turning back. She bucked and heaved and the sounds coming from her throat were amazing. They built to a crescendo until she orgasmed and her juices squirted out of her, like I've never seen before. Chris came too, he near pushed me off the bed and I could feel his dick pumping me full of his cum. I removed my hand from Cheryl, she whimpered in protest, Chris fell on top of us breathing really heavily. We lay there quietly, I was thinking about how Cheryl had squirted when she orgasmed. I asked her how she did that; she smiled and said that she couldn't tell me though she could teach me. But that's another story, as is the rest of the weekend! Hired Help {An old Greek man told me once that real love comes with marriage, and babies. I think sometimes there is truth to that, and it is what gave me the idea for this short tale. For some less blessed than others life can be difficult, something I personally happen to know about quite well. This is not really erotic, nor intended to be.} +++ Henry sat in his wheelchair going through the mail while he waited for the person from the home care center to arrive. The mail had the usual ads for things he would never want or buy, but one was the statement he received periodically from the insurance company. Henry was always interested in that one, the company billed medicare and his co-insurance for the full amount. The government paid nowhere near anything close to the billed figure, then the company authorized a figure that looked like less than 30% also and paid it. He saw that this last billing was for the woman that came in and helped clean his house, put things away, it was for 3 hours once each week, billed at $64 per hour by the agency that sent them. For some reason they paid that one in full. He also knew that the workers were paid just $12 per hour, like always, the government got taken in the end. Of course the person sent by the agency did more than just clean, they also went through the motions of taking his blood pressure, asked the same questions and then filled out the little report. Pretend nurses, maybe? Henry never asked. Henry knew damn good and well he could hire someone to do that job for far less than $64 an hour, but after all, this was the government. What he was hoping for was that the person sent this time would be better than the last one. After the last one, a well overweight woman whose ethnicity he had no idea what it was had left, Henry noticed that about half of the bottle of fairly expensive wine he had been saving for his 50th birthday was gone. A quick look around found she had also discovered his bag of snacks, it had been opened and some of that was gone. His little tin of peanuts was gone, too. She never took any of his jar of change, though. Probably because it was behind his chair and she never cleaned anything back there. Things like that just pissed him off! Henry reached down and tugged on his right leg, lately he spent a lot more time in the wheelchair than he did upright because the damned thing hurt. Only 46 years old, he hated the idea of being disabled, but disease doesn't always wait until the very end of life. The left metal leg's cup wasn't too bad, he could make that work all right by using two of the padded socks the government got charged $50 per pair for. No way on his new right one, even three socks didn't take up the slack, the stub pressed fully on the end no matter what he did. That just made it too painful to walk. One would think the things would fit, since he happened to know they were several thousand dollars each time he got a new one. It had taken him a month to get the first legs fitted properly, laboriously scraping it with his pocket knife and a sanding block. That pair he was getting around pretty good with, but then came the time for the new ones. "I want it just like this one!" Henry had told the young lady doing the fitting. No such luck there. Now the old one didn't fit because his leg had shrunken some, the new one didn't either. Fucking government. "Come on in!" Henry yelled when the doorbell rang. "Hello, I am Carmen, are you Henry?" The woman asked, pushing the door open slightly and looking in. "Yea, come on in." Henry was mildly surprised, this one appeared to be about 30 or so and on the cute side. No extra fat that he could see at least. Sort of pretty in a way, she had the usual roundish face that he had seen in Hispanic women before. The accent sounded that way also. She glanced down but didn't change expression as Henry released his right leg and pulled it back off. It was already beginning to sting and he had no desire to end up with another of those sore spots. The last time had been two dozen trips to the hospital, IV drips. Being Diabetic just was not something he would wish on anyone, it was a pure pain in the ass. He remembered that day they told him why he felt like shit all of the time, and why the toes on his right foot suddenly began to turn sideways. In his entire life up to that point he had never given illness a second thought, that shit always happened to someone else. Barely 40 years old when Henry got the bad news, he told his wife Lee that evening what the test results were. She got a sour look on her face, but then he had almost expected that. Married just four years, Lee had demonstrated clearly her ability to spend money and more than half the time she was gone somewhere anyway. That turned out about like he expected, she was gone in less than a month. Lee had been willing, even eager in the bedroom when they first started dating. He did notice that she looked around carefully when he brought her home the first time to his house. She wanted to know everything, too, and he explained the house was paid for, so was his car and truck. His job managing the warehouse paid a good salary, also. There was a fairly nice little bank account, considering his salary it was more than one might think. A broker he had talked to years back, just a kid actually, suggested buying some stock in Suburu, a car company. Henry would never have thought of that on his own. Suitably impressed, Lee said yes when he asked her to marry him. It only took about two months for the changes to begin. His sex life had devolved into solo sexuality, Lee sometimes would give it up once a month or so, but always acted like it was a chore to her. She was long gone the day he went in for the surgery. So was one very large chunk of his assets. +++ When he was in the followup up therapy sessions, the older nurse had been working with him on the new steel legs, her hands all over him. He had gotten an enormous erection, not a thing he could do about that. He had turned bright red at that, but she had just grinned when she saw the very tip of him sticking out the legs of his baggy shorts. "Well! Now that is different, usually with your disease things don't work very well." She grinned at him. Then she continued with the session like nothing was happening, but Henry noticed she kept looking down there. He kept trying to tuck it away out of sight without a lot of success since the thing was a good seven inches long when it came up full blown. He had not even thought about that when he put on the shorts, which were just a pair of slacks he had cut the legs off of with scissors. The next session Henry had with the nurse he wore underwear, even though he hated those and always had. Being equipped with a sort of big set of balls and that thing that hung down even when soft was OK when in use but a pain in the ass to keep put away. He did notice the nurse kept glancing down there anyway, almost like she was hoping to see it again? But she never said anything and neither did he. That was as close to anything sexual Henry even had after Lee packed her bags. There were a few times later when he remembered that and wondered what might have happened had he been perhaps a bit more aggressive? Probably he would have gotten himself clocked up side the head, but it was fun to fantasize about. No legs, no job, living on disability? Henry was resigned to his fate, his sex life was over. No woman would have an interest in a man in his situation, he knew that. +++ Henry watched as Carmen busied herself around his apartment, her hands moved briskly and efficiently. He had a bad habit of letting anything he happened to drop or knock off a counter just lay there. Getting down to pick something up was not easy, getting back up without something to use his arms on was even harder. Sure, he could reach the ground from his wheelchair, but the damned thing was big and didn't fit into a lot of places around his house. Deciding she might be all right, Henry rolled himself into the small living room and clicked on the TV. He rubbed the sore stump idly while watching some news program. +++ A soft voice gently woke him up, Henry looked up to see Carmen standing there. "I need to fill out the report and do a few tests, OK?" She asked. "OK." He sat up straighter. She placed a blood pressure cuff on him, took that. Then she produced a wooden stick and used that to press his tongue down, glancing into his mouth. Henry's hand was idly rubbing his leg at the time, he often did that now without thinking. "Your leg, it bothers you?" Carmen asked. "Yea, the new one don't fit good at all." "Let me see if I can help you with that, sir." She told him. From somewhere she produced a tube of some kind of ointment. Then she knelt down in front of him and began to rub his stump out. Henry lay back with a sigh, that felt wonderful, far better than he could do himself. Carmen reached down and pushed the cutoff pants leg far up his thigh and rubbed there, also. Henry was glad he was wearing the tan pair this day, he had cut the lower legs off of a few pairs of regular pants because lately he had been putting on and taking his leg off so much. Easy access, he kept a big soda bottle next to his chair when he needed to take a leak and all he had to do was tug himself out the leg of his cutoffs to do that. Those pants he kept sort of short. He only had two pairs of the tan baggy ones, which meant he spent every other day washing them unless he could get the home health care worker to do it. Fat chance of that with most of them. Then he was surprised when she pressed up the pants leg on the other side, reached down and expertly tripped the catch to remove the other leg. She began to rub it out also, that felt just as good so he leaned back in his chair and relaxed. He was almost asleep when he heard her quietly giggle. Not sure what that was about, he opened his eyes and looked at her. Then it hit him! He had developed an erection! Henry flushed furiously, stammered an apology. "No problem, it's perfectly all right." She smiled, appearing to be not the least bit concerned. Henry was unhappy to see Carmen leave that day. +++ For the next two months Carmen came in once each week, did the light cleaning and reorganizing, took her report along with his blood pressure and filled out the little notebook. She even gathered up his discarded clothing and washed them. Then she would stick his finger and read his blood sugar. He didn't mind that any more since he was doing it himself daily. Finally she would kneel down and rub out his legs. The two of them talked quite a bit during those sessions. He found out that she was divorced with a 2 year old daughter, and had gotten some training from the government to help her get a job. She mentioned her husband and how he couldn't find work, then one day in frustration he had gotten on his motorcylce and left them. She used what little money she had left over to pay for some classes, with plans to become a registered nurse someday. The conversation was almost as good as the rubbing down of his legs. Henry found himself looking forward to her weekly visits, which now often ran four, sometimes as much as five hours. His place was looking about as good as it ever had, too. Carmen even changed the bedding in his spare bedroom, even though no one ever used it. One day she asked him about the stool he kept in the shower. Henry had a plastic stool in there, he had to take both legs off to bathe, then after he had to dry himself carefully since he didn't want to get his leg's boots wet. It was always a terrible struggle, reaching some areas with no lower legs for balance or bracing himself made it extremely awkward. Things most people take for granted are completely different when one has no legs to counter balance their body, so washing his behind properly was a real pain. "I can help you with that...If you want me too?" Carmen said. "Really?" That surprised Henry, he had gotten some bed baths when he was in the hospital but none of the other care takers had ever even mentioned it. He couldn't even get most of them to run a single load of laundry, but Carmen did every time she was there. "Yes. I don't mind, I know how difficult that must be for you." She smiled up at him. Carmen waited politely outside the room while Henry undressed and got himself positioned on the stool. He placed a small towel over his privates, not wanting to offend her. He very nearly fell off his stool when Carmen pulled back the curtain, she had on a tiny black bikini. "I did not wish to get my clothing wet." She told him, noticing his reaction. "My God! You are beautiful, I haven't seen a wo...." Henry shut up, his face flaming. "Hush now, Henry. It's just a bath." Carmen grinned at him and went to work. "Lift up some, OK?" She asked when she was rubbing his back and got to his buttocks. Henry lifted as best as he could, she reached under and washed him, repeating that on the other side. By then Henry was making a rather nice sized lump in the small towel and he was completely aware of it. "I see you are shy, I need to...?" Carmen said, glancing down at the towel. "I'm not, not really, I just didn't want to offend you." "Oh. Ok then. Do not worry, I have washed many men before." Carmen reached down and removed the towel, using the wash cloth she had in her hand to quickly wash his testicles. Then she reached for a bar of soap, briskly rubbed her hands to make some suds, then spread it on his erection. "I am trying to do this quickly, OK?" She had a mild laugh in her voice. "Don't rush because of me." Henry wise cracked, getting a titter from her. Carmen reached up and shut off the warm stream of water, grabbed a towel and dried herself off, then with a fresh one she began to dry him. "Thank you, but why did you do that for me?" Henry asked her as she prepared to leave. "I have several clients I must bathe, they are all in bed or handicapped, there is no difference." She smiled at him and left. From then on, Carmen bathed Henry every week. It was never more than just a bath though. Just once her bikini top slipped slightly, he saw her naked breast with it's pretty pink capped nipple and that excited him even more. Carmen simply readjusted her top and went on with the bathing. By then, after Carmen left each week, Henry was pleasuring himself. That was a wonderful improvement in his life, he now had fantasies of her in his head. He realized he really liked her, so he was now concerned about his appearence. He was being careful with his diet and had lost quite a bit of weight. He knew he was being a foolish man but Carmen had become an important part of his life. He also had gone through another fitting, and the new legs felt much better than the other set had. The real positive was his careful diet meant his insulin requirement had dropped, he was now using a little more than half the amount he had needed before. +++ The day the change came found Henry standing in his living room, waiting for a knock on the door. Up until then, he had always been in his wheelchair when Carmen arrived, he wanted to surprise her. She was about 10 minutes late when the phone rang. "I will be an hour or two late today, something came up." Carmen told him. Henry assured her that it was OK, then he went and sat in his chair to watch TV. His mind drifted off to Carmen, what she looked like in that black bikini, and the few times he had seen her in a pale red one. He felt himself stiffen, so he reached down and unzipped his pants. He actually had a reasonably good erection, which got stronger as his mind drifted to a fantasy of Carmen touching him, her hands stroking over his length. "OH! I am sorry, Henry!" Broke him from the mental haze. Carmen stood in the doorway, looking at him. "I..Oh, God. I'm so sorry, I didn't expect...." Henry quickly covered up. "I knocked, but I guess you didn't hear me." Carmen said. Henry struggled with buttoning his shorts, Carmen saw his now flaming face and smiled. "It's OK. I know about men, I am glad you can..Do you want me to leave while you...?" She asked. "No, it's OK." He told her. Carmen seemed to relax, then she just went about her normal duties. Later, after she had done the usual cursory medical checks, she asked him if he wanted a bath. "I..I guess so." He said, his mind flashing back to her catching him like that. In the shower, Henry removed his legs and set those outside, placed a towel over his lap like he always did. Carmen came in, she had on the pale red bikini. She began the usual, except she was a lot more quiet than normal. When she got to his legs, kneeling down in the warm spray from the shower head, she hesitated. "May I? I interrupted you, I am sorry. I would like to...help you." She smiled up at him. Without waiting for an answer, she reached under the towel, letting it slip to the floor. Her hands went busy on his shaft, which had not yet expanded to it's full size. That did not take long. This was amazing, Henry had never really dreamed that she would actually do that, but now she was. He was even more amazed when she let go of him with one hand, reached back and tugged the tie on her top. The cups fell forward, baring her breasts fully to him for the first time. Then she reached up and tugged the tie at her back, letting the small garment slip to the floor. "I see where you look, so perhaps this will help you. Is it OK?" She smiled. She still had one hand on his penis, Henry reached down and cupped one of her bare breasts. He halfway expected her to stop him but his hands had a mind of their own. Her upper body shuddered at his touch. She glanced up, looking him in the eyes. "I..shouldn't, but...It has been so long for me now that..." Carmen stood up, reaching over to the sides of her hips, she slipped the ties there. That garment also dropped to the floor, she knelt there gloriously naked. Her pubic hair was very full, very black. "I want you to...Is it all right?" She began. Henry reached out and pulled her onto his lap, one leg slid alongside each side of his body "I have wanted to for a long time, this will be our secret, OK?" She grinned, pressing her hairy pussy against Henry's now solid member. "OK." Henry answered, reaching down to find her opening and spread it with his fingers. Carmen tipped her head back as the tip of Henry's penis invaded her. She looked amazing like that, naked with the water streaming down and over her. As he felt himself slide effortlessly deep inside her, Henry leaned forward and suckled one nipple into his mouth. This was amazing, Henry had long since given up on the idea of ever having sex again. After all, who would want a man with no legs, no income but government disability? It was quite a bit later, Carmen had carefully dried them both off, and helped him to get dressed. "That was very nice, but it is also very much against the rules. We should not do that again. I could lose my job, so you will not say anything?" She asked. "Of course not." Henry told her. "I do not know why, Henry. I..it just seemed right." "You are wonderful." He told her. She half beamed and half blushed at that. +++ The next several times Carmen came by were like the beginning, she did her job, even took the time to bathe him, but the wash cloth he used for modesty was back and she was rather quick about cleansing him. Henry understood, or at least he thought he did. That was just something that happened in the heat of the moment and she just did not dare continue to take risks like that. Hired Help After a few weeks, it was almost like that was a dream that happened to someone else. The day that Carmen was well over an hour late had Henry completely upset. Working with someone new, that struck him as a terrible situation. But finally came the soft knock on his door. It was a relief that she was there, Carmen apologized to him for being late. "I was at my physician and they ran late. My phone, the battery is dead." She told him. She quickly began to take care of the normal duties around his house, by now Henry was being careful trying to make things as easy as he could for her. He found he liked everything neat and put away, anyway. "We need to speak." She said, she said later as she came into the living room. "OK." Henry set down his book, thinking she was going to tell him she would not be coming by any more. "I am with child." She said flatly. Now that was a surprise. "I thought your husband....?" Henry began, it didn't register on him. "It is not my husband, when you and I...? We did not use protection, I was fertile. That was foolish of me, I am sorry." She said. Henry stared at her. "You are pregnant? With my child?" He asked. Carmen nodded. "Wow. I never dreamed..that's wonderful!" Henry suddenly gushed. Carmen looked up at him, blinking. "You are not upset?" She asked. "No! I'm not! That's great, a baby? We are going to have a baby?" She stared at Henry. "You really are not upset? I thought....?" "Come here." Henry demanded. Carmen beamed, got up and slid into his arms, struggling slightly as the wheelchair he was sitting in rolled backwards. "What will we do?" She asked after Henry showered her with kisses. "I want you to..will you be with me, live with me, be my woman?" "You..want me?" "God, yes!" "But I have another child, and she..." "I..WE have a spare bedroom!" Henry grinned. She smiled, snuggled up as close as she could get with him still sitting in the wheelchair. "I did not dream you would want me..not like that." She told him. "There is nothing else on Earth that I want more." Henry told her. Just then the washing machine shut off, sounded it's tone. "I need to..." Carmen began, getting up. Henry reached for his legs, tugged them into place. He got up, smiled at her. "Later, that can wait." He reached out and took her hand. "What are you doing?" She asked, that was almost a tease. "You know what I am doing." He grinned, getting a giggle out of her. That session was amazing, much better than the one time while in the shower. Later, Carmen lay curled up next to him. "I am now very late, I have one more patient to work with today." Henry nodded, although he did not want her to leave. "Will you come back? I want you to live here with me." "Yes, I will. You are a fine man, Henry. I will work very hard to make you happy." Carmen got up and dressed, left to go to her next job. Henry sat there for a long time, thinking. This could turn out to be wonderful, Carmen's body was soft and she was attractive. Sex with her was as good as any he could ever remember. But something was missing. It took him a moment to realize. He really liked her, he found everything about her to be pleasing. But she had not once told him that she loved him. They were going to have a child, the result of a moment of passion, the heat of the moment. Almost an accident, really. What did she want? Was it a man, someone to take care of her, make her life easier? Was that it? +++ It was over four hours later when her soft knock came at the door. "Come on in." Henry called out. The door opened, there Carmen stood, holding hands with a small girl. Her eyes were huge, she had a thumb firmly embedded in her mouth. Henry smiled, getting a broad but shy smile right back in return. The evening was spent getting acquainted, little Carlita relaxed and settled in on the floor playing, like all small children typically do. Bedtime finally came, they put her to sleep in the spare bedroom. In the master bedroom, Carmen slid in beside Henry, again she curled up tightly to him. She began to make love to him, her lips seeking out one of his nipples, barely brushing it with her wet lips while she used her thumb and forefinger to gently roll the other one. When her hands finally reached his groin, she found him partially erect, and she spent quite some time manipulating him until he was fully ready to go. "Now I will do for you, to show you how much I love my man." She smiled, slipping under the covers. Her wet lips slid over him, making his head swim. Love. She did say that. "I love you too, Carmen." Henry told her. He felt he meant that. Yet he was not 100% sure. Like her, want to be with her? Oh, yes. Love? What is that, really? Life throws curve balls, sometimes good and sometimes bad. For a moment his mind flashed back to his former wife Lee, and the way she had been. He realized that he had never loved her, not totally and completely, but at first he had been very happy with her. It was only later that he was not. Once again, Henry was very happy. How would it all end up? He did not know, but as Carmen's mouth worked vigoriously on his erection, the moment could not really get much better. A soft and pretty woman, a tiny little girl, and another of his own on the way? Companionship, someone to be with, share life with? Henry grinned to himself as her fingers slid down, lifted his testicles gently. That tickled mildly causing him to chuckle. "I love you, Carmen." He told her again, reaching down to cup her soft bare breast. A man must take what he can get.