Amazon Outrage by Lance Edwards
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Amazon Outrage
Visit One: Visiting Rites
Something absolutely incredible has been happening to me recently, something so
dangerous, so stimulating, so mind-blowing -- and yet so horribly embarrassing
and demeaning -- that I just 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 the powerful mistress Big Linda Skrue,
it's either unburden myself to a total stranger or go stark raving mad.
See, I've been stuck in a wheelchair for about ten long years.
A most unfortunate 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 dubious advantage.
I first met this woman I came to know as 'Big' Linda Skrue when she began to
work as my latest Personal Care Aide. She owned a private local home health care
agency, and I'd hired her to help me with all things I couldn't manage myself --
bathing, dressing, other personal hygiene.
It was an agreeable situation. I didn't know much about her -- beyond the
provocative name -- but she was pleasant enough, competent and professional in
every way. And to a terminally deprived case like me, she was really a wet dream
to behold, with a smattering of orange freckles, rich, reddish-gold hair and a
tall, beautifully stacked body. Yet in a way she was also kind of intimidating.
There was something about her, something beyond her strong arms, her
unbelievably full, heavy breasts and firmly muscled six-foot 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 -- anyone at all out there --
that was truly man enough for her.
Now 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 damn 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 a massive,
throbbing erection.
Wherever you are, Big Linda, I'm sorry. It was impossible not to.
Leaning over me in the bathtub, with her bra-less, unfettered breasts swaying
and bouncing in my face, Linda's sweet, 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 blindly questing
leviathan.
How totally embarrassing.
Completely professional, both of us tried to ignore it, yet Linda's bored, easy
indifference as she scrubbed the soapy wash mitt around and around my hard,
throbbing genitals only magnified my desperation.
Didn't she even care how hot I was? Couldn't she tell how much I needed someone,
anyone, to rescue me from my unwilling sexual isolation? Couldn't she sense how
much I was willing to give in return, even to my despoiler? I don't know. All I
know is that what happened next seemed somehow inevitable.
By the time she'd finished washing me up and go to make the bed, 'Big' Linda (as
I began to think of her) would invariably have me so hot and hard and horny and
all worked up that I was eager for any opportunity, however slim, to ease my
intense frustration. After all, I hadn't been laid in nearly ten years, and here
was this Amazon dream of a personal care aide, calmly ministering to my helpless
naked body.
Well, a man can stand only so much. Lounging there, alone in the hot, steamy
bathtub, 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 these days, I suppose Linda
catching me engaged at this auto-play was also inevitable. It should have been
no surprise at all 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, 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, and I was
so absorbed in a wonderful fantasy of fondling them and fucking them and then
creaming wetly all over them that I wouldn't have heard the world end, much less
the bathroom door open.
Totally oblivious, panting and moaning and frantically working myself, I beat my
little man-meat like a maniacal machine, splashing and moaning and burning my
eager way towards orgasm. Then, just as I helplessly groaned out "Ohhhhhh god,
fuck me, Big Linda...." I suddenly realized that she was standing there, framed
in the doorway and watching me masturbate expressionlessly. What happened then
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. The sudden,
guilty shock of my discovery shamed me into an immediate orgasm, one so powerful
in intensity that I could hardly believe it. My balls seemed to clench, pulsing
perceptibly as they delivered their load, and I cried out, clamping down hard on
my bulging red cock-gun and stupidly trying to suppress the inevitable.
No chance. What I call 'the happy seed' was too eager for release, bursting
forth through my fingers and spurting out hot and wet and spunky all over my
hand and 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 sneering or coloring with embarrassment herself, Linda
finally just nodded down at me, saying coolly "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 spent, deflating
cock, and her eyes turned suddenly inward.
For a still, mesmerizing moment she was silent, her expression unreadable. Then
she said, almost to herself, "You know, I could use you."
She stood there quietly, 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 wide,
lightly freckled face.
"But you'll accept it. You'll have to. You're crippled and alone here."
Her voice took on a taunting, sing-song 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 do about it. Is there? Because you obviously want me. Don't you?"
Of course I could only nod, my wasted sperm dripping slowly down my fist and
naked body, and suddenly Big Linda snapped out "Don't you? Say it!"
"I want you!" I gasped out immediately, and she smiled wickedly down at me, her
cold blue eyes narrowing as she gauged the depth and extent of my reflexive,
instinctive submission 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 derisively. "Hard. I'm going to
use you so hard, in so many ways ... From now on, you're just going to be my
own, private little sex toy!" A gloating sneer claimed her full, pinkish-red
lips, exposing shiny teeth.
"I should have thought of this before! Here you are, a full-grown man, and
practically as helpless as a baby! Oh, I've been waiting a long time for
something like this, little man. A hell of a long time! Now I'm gonna have me
some big-time fun!"
I squirmed at hearing this, and Big Linda laughed scornfully at the growing
unease of my expression. Then she continued. "I am going to make you pay for
being male, mister 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 helpers on your
case, rather than bothering with you 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 gonna be busy!
"I'm gonna show your worthless, pathetic little male self all the incredible
things a hot, motivated woman like me can do! You're gonna be my sex-slave, my
slut, 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 from now on. So I
hope you like it rough, little sex toy. I'm gonna have some unbelievable fun
playing with you! Now, clean up that mess yourself!"
With that Big Linda flung the terrycloth washglove she usually wielded so
expertly herself directly atop my come-splattered cock. Then she stepped back
and slammed the bathroom door, leaving me sitting there, 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 stiff, rigid readiness. Before long my stupid cock
thrust straight up into the air, effortlessly tenting out the heavy, wet
washcloth.
What the hell was going on here? How could I be so achingly hard, after just
coming so explosively? And why wasn't I terrified, suddenly giving up power to
this strange, unpredictable woman? I had no idea what I was getting into, but
after so many years of involuntary celibacy, it was undeniable that Big Linda'd
managed to strike quite a chord. Whatever she had planned, whatever kinky,
decadent excesses she had in mind, part of me, at least, seemed eager to learn.
And learn I would...
