The TV blares, and the sound of explosions rocks my tiny apartment. All, as the action star saves the day in the most over-the-top fashion one could imagine. And yet, my only response as I sit there on the couch is a sigh.
Sitting around all day in front of the TV used to be a dream come true for me. It was what I fantasised about at the end of a day of hard, backbreaking labour. Now, after two weeks straight of nothing but this, I’ve grown stir-crazy, and all because of these.
I hold up my arms, looking between them. On the forearm of each is a cast. Because, of course, I just had to go and break both my arms at the same time, didn’t I?
My lifelong streak of never breaking a bone has finally come to an end. Though technically it isn’t actually a full break, merely a fracture. That doesn’t make living like this any easier, though.
God, I feel so lazy. Who knew sitting around doing nothing all day could be so boring? At first, I was excited about it, but now the truth of the matter has well and truly set in. Just because I don’t have to go to work every day until I’ve recovered doesn’t mean I can do whatever I want.
My eyes dart over to the console sitting by the TV. A wistful sigh falls from my lips. Stupid casts, stupid controller, unable to fit in my hands. At least I can still mostly bend my fingers. I’m not completely useless, and can function pretty much by myself even if I have to cut corners here or there.
Speaking of which, my stomach growls. It’s getting to be about that time, isn’t it? Time I thought about getting dinner.
Although that said, the process is far simpler than it once was. There are no home-cooked meals for me like this. Thankfully, microwaveable meals have come a long way from when I was a kid, and that wasn’t all that long ago to begin with. I’m only twenty-eight.
Before I manage to get myself off the couch, a rather pitiful affair given how low to the ground it is. I really should’ve thought better about buying one like this. My mother even advised against it when she helped me pick out my furniture, all those years ago, after moving out of home.
Did I listen to her, though? No, of course not. Because I thought I knew better. It goes to show what I really knew. Then again, how was I meant to know I was going to break both my arms? And besides, the couch is so damn comfortable.
That’s beside the point, though. The point is, before I get up and “make” myself dinner, there’s a knock at my door.
“I’m coming!” I shout, and then more than a few moments later, I finally get over to answer it.
I’m a little out of breath by the time I do, too. I think nothing of it, though. That’s just been my life lately. As it turns out, doing nothing for two weeks straight isn’t great for one’s fitness. And I still have a few months of this. Just how out of shape am I going to be by the time I’m healed?
“Yes, how can I- Oh, Brooke. What are you doing here? I mean, it’s nice to see you.” My surprise turns to a genuine smile, stretched from ear to ear.
Before me, in the hallway, stands my coworker, Brooke Farley. She’s even more charming than usual. Though I suspect that’s mostly because of our uniforms. They are anything but flattering.
Instead of that drab affair, she wears a long, flowing summer dress. A modest one at that. It falls all the way down to her shins, below which her feet peak out, not at all hidden. The only thing she has on down there is a pair of sandals, leaving her freshly painted nails on display. Nails that match the ones on her fingers.
Up top, her dress is less loose and flowing. Her ample chest strains the soft fabric. If I look closely, I can even see the lines of her bra underneath, but I try not to look, even with all that cleavage on display. Not even the modest cut can contain that.
The last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable. So, instead of staring anywhere inappropriate, I make sure to maintain a comfortable level of eye contact. Younger me never would’ve been able to do so. Especially with such a pretty woman, but I’ve found it far easier than I ever imagined.
One simply needs to push through the initial awkwardness, and after a while, you get used to it. Before long, you’ll start wondering why you were ever afraid to look so confident in the first place.
It helps that Brooke’s big, blue eyes are captivating. They match her dress, sparkling like the sky on a warm, cloudless day. Then there’s her smile. Those pink, glossy lips of hers stretch into a smile, one beaming with joy to see me, but also a little concern. Concern, that’s matched in the slight furrow of her brow.
She reaches up, fiddling with a strand of her long, brown hair as she speaks. “Sorry, I didn’t come sooner. I… I just feel so bad. You got hurt at work, and it’s all my fault.”
“Nonsense.” I wave away her apology. It’s really not needed. “I know you didn’t mean to push me down the stairs. It was an accident. You just tripped, and if I weren’t there. Well, then you’d be in my place, with these.”
I hold up my arms as if to prove my point.
“And honestly, this could’ve gone a lot worse. A couple of months in these is a small price to pay for not risking that. Especially since I’m getting what is essentially a several-month-long PAID holiday. Really, I should be the one thanking you.”
Brooke casts her gaze down at the floor. Her hand leaves her hair and instead fidgets with the picnic basket she’s holding. Something I only notice now. Can you blame me, though? Her beauty is rather distracting. Honestly, with the way she smiles at me sometimes, I’m surprised I don’t fall down stairs more often.
“No, that’s not…” She starts and stops. “I’m so sorry, and you even covered for me. I would’ve lost my job if you told the boss the truth, that it was my fault.”
“What do you have there?” I ask, changing the conversation since she clearly won’t let me unburden her of the guilt.
Mentioning the picnic basket brightens her right up. “Oh, this. I just prepared a little something. My way of making amends, or at least a start towards that. Knowing you, I’m sure you haven’t been eating the best. Even before the accident, some of the lunches you brought to work were… dubious.”
“Hey, I’d take offence to that if I wasn’t salivating at the smell of whatever you have in there. Seriously. What smells that good?” I laugh as I step aside, letting her into my apartment.
Brooke makes a beeline for the kitchen table. There, she begins laying everything out, and boy, is it quite the spread. A freshly baked ham and salads. Although I say that, it’s quite the understatement. The meat is still steaming. Somehow. I have no idea how she kept it so warm in just a picnic basket.
Then there are all the salads. I count at least five different sorts, from pasta and potato to even the more ordinary kind. Although even that simpler affair is quite something, glistening with dressing and all kinds of fixings.
“This is too much. How do you expect me to eat all this?”
“Sorry… I might’ve overdone it a little. I was just so worried.” She cast her gaze back down at the floor, taking my comment more seriously than I intended it.
I give her the best smile I can, even going as far as putting a hand on her shoulder. That said, the gesture is kind of awkward given the cast. Still, that doesn’t stop me. “Well, since there’s so much that only means one thing.”
She looks up at me, peaking at me from behind her fringe as she asks. “What’s that?”
“You have to join me for dinner, and have some of it too. Come on, I insist.”
Even with the casts on, I manage to pull a chair out for her and, more importantly, get her into it before she can put up too much of a fight. The woman is far too selfless for her own good. That’s probably why everyone at work relies so much on her.
I swear our boss doesn’t pay her nearly enough for all she does. I can’t count the number of times she’s saved my hide either. Helping her out, fibbing to management about the accident was the least I could do.
After serving up a rather heaping plateful for me, Brooke doesn’t hesitate to pick up a fork.
“Here, let me help you.” She says so matter-of-factly, I can’t stop her.
“You don’t need to feed me, I’m not- OH MY GOD! That’s so delicious!” I let out a rather embarrassing moan.
Or at least, it would be if not for the explosion of pleasure that goes off inside my mouth. As it is, I have no care in the world. All I want is more of that delicious goodness.
I had no idea she’s such a good cook. It doesn’t surprise me, though. What’s not perfect about this woman? If I weren’t afraid of making it awkward between us, I’d propose to her right this second.
“Seriously, though…” I speak through mouthfuls of food, each time needing to regain my composure before continuing. “You don’t… Need to… Feed me… like this…”
“Oh…” She stops, her eyes widening and mouth dropping as she looks down at my hand, and in it, the fork I hold.
Sure, the cast doesn’t exactly make it as easy as before, but I am still capable of feeding myself. The realisation of what she did, and without thinking, leaves her blushing. It’s rather cute, too. Even when she’s embarrassed, she’s adorable as hell.
The rest of dinner is pleasant and uneventful. That’s the best kind, though, and honestly, it’s nice to finally eat with someone like this again. I can’t remember the last time I did, even before the fall. And no, eating together at work in the breakroom really isn’t the same. There, you’re in a hurry to get your food down in the few minutes you have.
Here and now, we chit-chat about this and that, taking our time. All things considered, Brooke and I don’t have a lot in common. Our hobbies are very different. Still, she doesn’t complain when I talk about games. And I listen patiently when she talks about the music she’s listening to.
Personally, I don’t listen to all that much, but the artists she chooses, well… Even if I did listen to more music, they wouldn’t be my first choice. Not even second or third, or even tenth. Still, I don’t judge her.
Time flies by, and before I know it, my plate is empty. How I fit it all in, I have no idea. And there’s still a ton left too. God, this is going to last me weeks. A point she came prepared for.
Before I can even blink, she has the leftovers packed away in my fridge. They’re sealed tight in various plastic containers so they’ll keep good for a while. She even gets started on the dishes without a word.
“This is really not necessary,” I tell her as I look at her going at it. Now, I’m the one feeling guilty, like I’m taking advantage of her.
“Nonsense. I owe it to you, really. Please just let me do this.” She turns and bats her big, beautiful eyes at me.
How can I say no when she looks at me so? I’ve always been weak to the old puppy dog eyes. That it’s her, giving them to me, only makes the move super effective.
“Fine…” I sigh, letting her do as she pleases.
“And if there’s anything else you need help with. Showering, going to the toilet, you name it. I’m not afraid to help. It’s the least I can do for hurting you.” She says with the most straight face that I don’t realise what she offered until a moment later.
Showering… The toilet…
The mental image of Brooke helping me with such things sends a shudder down my spine. They’re quite intimate things after all. Best not to linger on such thoughts unless I want to make everything awkward.
“It’s fine, really. The casts barely get in the way. I can still do everything I normally could. Well, mostly.”
Shit! I just had to add that last bit on, didn’t I? What was I thinking?
Like a fish to a worm, Brooke takes the bait. Not that I meant it that way. Still, she can’t help herself. She turns around to face me, already done with the dishes.
“What do you mean by that? If it’s anything I can help you with, I will.”
“Oh, just, umm… video games. Can’t play them with these casts on.” I lie, and not very well at that.
Although technically, I guess, it’s not a lie. It’s clearly not what I was referring to. A fact she picks up on and gives me the most betrayed look I’ve ever seen. Seriously, with the way her eyes water up, you’d think I stabbed her in the back.
“Fine, if you must know, I was talking about…” I trail off, my courage fleeing me.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I even going to tell her this? Me and my stupid mouth.
Despite my common sense, I do manage to get the words out. The guilt her big, sad eyes make me feel is far too great to stop myself. “Masturbation… I haven’t been able to, you know… The cast gets in the way… Chaffs.”
I shift in my seat, unable to sit still in the aftermath of my little confession. However she reacts, I have no clue. I’m not looking at her, I can’t. Instead, I look down at the table, suddenly finding the old, worn surface very interesting.
Brook takes me by complete and utter shock. Really, I have no idea how she’s going to respond. The last thing I expect, though, is for her to ask. “Would you like me to give you a handjob?”
“What?” I stammer, hearing the question well enough, but not believing what I’m hearing.
She, however, takes my response differently, prompting her to further explain. “I could help you cum if you want… with my hands. I don’t mind, really. In fact… Please let me do this for you. I need to repay you however I can.”
“I…” I open and close my mouth several times before eventually managing to get out a single word. “Sure.”
Because what kind of sane, straight man declines a handjob from a woman as perfect as her? If the day ever comes that I do such a thing, and I’m not involved with anyone else, I hope someone shoots me. Until that day comes, though, I’m going to remember this handjob fondly. I know that for a fact, and we haven’t even gotten started yet.
Brooke’s eyes widen, and her mouth hangs open, albeit only slightly. I don’t think the poor girl expected me to accept so easily. That said, she collects herself soon enough. In fact, if I’m not mistaken, her smile is even brighter now.
“Alright, let’s go.” She practically bounces up and down as she skips over to me and helps me up out of my chair. “Which way to your bedroom?”
“It’s just through there.” I point with a cast-bound arm, a little bewildered by how quickly this is happening.
Despite the tenderness and care with which Brooke treats me, at the same time, she also rushes me away, into my bedroom. Before I know it, I’m standing there, blinking dumbly as she pulls my pants off. The reveal of my underwear, a rather embarrassing pair of boxers, leaves me blushing.
The characters printed on them, some of my favourites from the games I play, aren’t exactly what I want a woman to see in such a setting. If I knew today was going to go like this, I definitely would’ve put on some better ones. That’s not the only thing I would’ve done differently, either.
Yet, she doesn’t even react to them. Nor does she react to the untamed nature of my pubic hair once she pulls down said underwear. God, it’s been so long since I got any action. I really should’ve done some manscaping when I could still use my arms. Alas.
The one thing I don’t have to be embarrassed about, thankfully, is my cock. Even flaccid, it’s quite the sight. While some people are growers, I’m definitely a shower. There’s no question about that.
It’s to the point that her eyes even light up upon seeing it. She doesn’t say anything, but the way her mouth falls open slightly, and she raises a hand to her lips, well, that tells me all I need to know.
Brooke guides me over to the bed, where she makes sure I’m comfortable sitting on the edge. Really, she fusses too much, but since the woman wants to give me a handjob, I let her do whatever the hell she wants. Speaking of which, it doesn’t take long for her to lower herself down onto her knees.
Positioned there, between my legs, it all suddenly feels so real. Holy shit! She’s really going to do it. I’m actually going to get some hand action from the cute girl I’ve been pining over at work.
As nervous as I feel, the same can’t be said of her. Or at least, she doesn’t betray any such feelings. The smile never leaves her lips, and all the while her bright blue eyes sparkle and shine. Especially so as she reaches out, slow but not hesitantly.
Instead, Brooke takes her time, savouring every second. I let out a slight, half-stifled gasp as her hands coil around me. They’re warm. Already, I throb and harden within her fingers, and she’s not even started yet. Not really.
“My… You’re so big.” She mutters
“Thanks.” That’s all I can get out.
I don’t really know what else to say. Although I’ve heard such comments a few times, it always feels weird responding to them, mostly because of how it strokes my ego. After all, I don’t want it to inflate my head and make me come across as arrogant. That’s not who I am.
As the seconds pass, Brooke grows bolder. She no longer simply explores my body, but begins rubbing. Nothing fancy, and no long strokes yet. Still, I get harder and harder until I’m fully erect.
What happens next takes me by complete surprise. It even takes her by surprise. Without thinking, she leans in and licks me, all the way from the top of my tip to the base of my balls.
The noise that tears out from between my lips sure is something. My whole body shudders too. That’s certainly more than just a handjob. A fact that suddenly occurs to her, too, as she tenses up, blush stretching across her cheeks.
“Sorry, I don’t know why I did that.” She mutters, with head bowed, unable to look me in the eyes.
That said, I don’t know if the latter is because she’s too embarrassed or because my cock has her entranced. Either could explain that with how she just acted.
“No, don’t be sorry. It was good. You can keep going if you’d like.” I say, trying to reassure her and only a moment after realising what I just said.
Essentially, I told her to blow me, and as such, a spike of fear hits me. Is that too much? Is she going to hate me now?
Thankfully, she takes my words much better than I could ever hope. By which I mean she licks me again. In fact, she does so quite a bit of that, no longer holding herself back.
Brooke treats my manhood like it’s the world’s best lollipop, licking and lapping at it. Her tongue even teases my head, circling it in a manner that sends a shiver down my spine. Before long, she has it glistening with saliva, and that’s only the start.
Her hand continues to stroke my shaft at the same time, after all, there’s enough of me for both. That’s true even as her lips finally join the fray. At first, it’s only a few light kisses, then some longer, deeper ones, and finally they slide down around the tip.
Yep, not just a handjob but a blowjob. How could my day get any better?
Brooke sucks on the tip of my cock like a woman possessed. My fingers tighten into fists as best they can with the casts in the way. The pleasure is just too great.
“That feels so good. Keep going.” More and more lewd sounds fall from my lips.
“Thank you, I haven’t really had much practice, but it makes me happy to hear you say that.” Brooke takes a small break from the action to respond. All the while, her hands still go at it, and they move quite fast now.
They practically glide over the firm, hard surface of my cock. The saliva coating me makes it a smooth action, though. Only pleasure, nothing else. The fact that it’s been so long since I felt such things, even by myself, only makes it better, too.
When her lips slide back around me, taking me into her warm, wet mouth, the embrace is even deeper this time. Of course, she doesn’t dare deep throat me. None of the women I’ve been with has ever dared do that, so I don’t expect her to. Still, that doesn’t stop her from bobbing her head. Even if she can only take a third of me comfortably inside her mouth, that’s good enough. Especially with how she sucks, how her tongue twirls and dances upon me.
“I’m getting close,” I warn her.
Brooke looks up at me with her big, beautiful eyes. There’s just something about a woman making eye contact when sucking you off that really does it for me. Still, she stops the latter, albeit momentarily, to ask. “Do you want me to swallow, or would you rather cum on my face?”
What the fuck!
Those choices aren’t the kind of thing I expect from a girl like her, who seems so innocent. While I’ve been with a couple that would swallow, and even one that wanted me to finish on her tits, when it came to facials, I’ve never even tried that. The one girl that I brought it up with… well, let’s just say that suggestion didn’t end well.
The choice takes me by surprise so much that I don’t know what to choose. Instead, I defer the decision, saying. “Whatever you prefer?”
“Mmm…” She purrs. “I think it’s hot when a guy comes on a girl’s face.”
Holy shit! Is this woman a pervert or what? I never would’ve thought it based on how wholesome she both looks and acts at work.
“I want your hot sticky cum all over my face. Mark me with your seed.” She continues, only making the revelation hit that much harder.
Even as she says such dirty things, she continues to stroke me, harder and faster. My pleasure builds, and as close as I was moments ago, it’s not too much longer before I cum. The orgasm hits me, and through it all, despite how it leaves me breathless, I watch with wide eyes as I spurt out strand after strand of cum, covering her.
The first rope lands above her cheek, trailing up to her forehead. The one after that falls shorter, getting her chin and lips. Each one after that is smaller and smaller, but still, I coat her in my load, marking her.
God, is it fucking hot, or what!
I sit there, staring at her in pure, erotic awe. I’m not the only one feeling that, either. The way she looks at me with cum decorating her face…. It leaves nothing unspoken.
Sometimes, despite my relative success with women, even I don’t pick up on signals. This time, however, I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. Brooke wants me, and might’ve wanted me for a while now. “Helping” me after the accident is just the excuse she needed for well, this.
With the handjob turned blowjob turned facial now over, she stands up off her knees. Despite her wanting me to cum on her face, she doesn’t let it remain there for long, not that I would even want that. It seems rather inconvenient for what I’m sure is about to happen.
So, using a few tissues from the box next to my bed, she cleans herself off in no time. And with that done, she looks back over to me.
“I’m sure you’re rather pent up after going without these past couple of weeks. Do you need any more… help?” She asks, emphasising that last word more than strictly necessary.
I know exactly what to say. Few times in my life have I ever been so sure of that. The look she continues to give me is the sole reason I’m so certain of that. And as such, I respond with. “Yeah, you’re right. I am rather pent up and could go again.”
It’s not even a lie. My cock is still as hard as ever. I have seen her covered in my cum to thank for that. I don’t think I even shrank after my climax, and that’s never happened to me before.
“Again, huh…” She purrs, and we both know that by again, she doesn’t mean another blowjob.
To that end, she helps make me comfortable on the bed, no longer sitting on the edge but lying down.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she says as she climbs atop me, lifting one leg over my body and straddling my waist. “My jaw’s a bit sore after that, so I’ll have to use my vagina to help you find release.”
“Ahuh…” That’s all I manage to get out as I nod my head like an overly enthusiastic idiot.
She just giggles, though. Well, giggles and reaches down, grabbing onto the bottom of her dress and lifting it over her head. I’m left even more speechless as I take in her body.
Her soft, feminine form is a sight for sore eyes. If I weren’t already as hard as rock, this alone would’ve gotten me there. Instead, all it does is make me throb harder, pinned beneath her panty-covered crotch as I am.
Speaking of which, Brooke’s underwear sure is something special. Although not lingerie per se, it’s clear she dressed up for this. So much so, I have no doubt she knew where she wanted this visit to go, and is getting everything she wanted.
Her underwear is modest but not without its sexy side. Lace and even a few strategically see-through places accent her natural beauty. And when it comes to the bra, why, she’s practically spilling out of it.
Instinctively, I reach up to grab her breasts. What straight, red-blooded man wouldn’t? But she stops me in my tracks, reaching out and gently grabbing my arms before guiding them back to my side.
“Uh-hu.” She scolds me playfully. “You’re injured. Your body needs to rest. Here, let me instead.”
With that, Brooke reaches up behind her back, undoing her bra. It falls away, revealing her glorious breasts. Of course, they’re just as amazing as I thought. Even more so. Each one is so full and perky. More than a handful if I were capable of giving them a proper squeeze.
Then there’s her nipples. Each of her breasts is adorned by those little pink caps. And they’re already quite stiff, too, just begging to be played with and teased. Speaking of which, she can clearly read my mind, as a moment later she leans forward, bringing them to me so I don’t have to strain myself going the other way.
I’m in heaven. There’s no other way to put it. I can’t think of any place I’d rather be than being sandwiched between these two breasts. I kiss and lick them, making sure to pay extra attention to her sensitive, little nipples. She really likes that too. The sounds she makes as I do so make that more than a little obvious. If not that, then the way she grinds back and forth on me would do the trick.
Brooke’s rather worked up, herself. Not even she could give me head without getting a little horny, and there’s nothing little about it. Her panties are practically drenched with how turned on she is. I can feel it, along with her warmth as she grinds her slit against my cock.
That’s not enough for her, though, not enough for me either. Yet, getting up and removing her panties means stopping. She can’t have that either. Fortunately, there’s a convenient middle ground. One she sees too soon enough.
Reaching down, she pulls her panties aside, giving me access to her bare, shaved pussy. God, it’s glorious. My only wish is that I could see it properly, in all its glory. That said, what comes next more than makes up for that.
“Fuuuuuck!” I groan, eyes rolling back into my head.
It’s too much to remain silent. Brooke’s vagina squeezes me tight as she slides it down my hard, throbbing cock. I’m not the only one who makes a sound, either. The moans that fall from her own lips are just as erotic as my own. They’re music to my ears.
I don’t bottom out inside her, I can’t. I’m too big for that. Instead, she takes as much of me as she can comfortably fit before repeating the process. Up and down she bounces on my cock, occasionally breaking it up with a grinding motion.
I, too, thrust up into her, matching her rhythm. I don’t even think about it. Instinct takes over, and even though I’m meant to be “resting”, she lets me get away with at least this much. I suppose it helps that she enjoys it just as much as I do.
When she’s not shoving her tits in my face, Brooke kisses me. It’s the first time she has done so, thus it takes me by surprise. After all, we haven’t kissed before, and it feels a little out of order doing so now, after already being inside her. Still, I melt into her kiss, giving it all I have.
My tongue pushes into her lips, just as my cock invades her deepest reaches. Each effort only serves to spur the other one on. An endless cycle that pushes everything to new and greater heights.
In this moment, my thoughts are empty, my head cleared. The funk from being stuck in my house is long gone. Maybe breaking my arms is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Unfortunately, like all good things, this too must come to an end. Brooke is the first one to reach her end. A fact that surprises me. Sure, I’ve made women cum before; I’m not a complete buffoon. But pretty much every time I’ve done that, it’s involved some form of clitoral stimulation, whether that’s during the act or afterwards. Or even by itself, as its own thing.
This time, though, I barely did any work, and still she managed to cum. Oddly enough, that only makes me want to pull my own weight even more. Just think about it, if she can feel this good with me doing the bare minimum, how great would our sex be if I were at my peak?
Still, her orgasm isn’t anything to scoff at. She throws back her head, arching her back as she stiffens and jerks atop me. Her pussy in particular clenches down around me like a vice. She’s so tight, it’s no surprise that I cum a few moments after her.
Just like that, I unleash the rest of my pent-up desire inside her. Deep, deep inside her. I fill every inch of her tight, little vagina with my cum. So much so that when she eventually slides off my cock, it gushes out of her.
“Well… that was great…” She pants, a hint of surprise in her tone as she curls up next to me on the bed.
I turn and look at her, playing up my response. “Ouch, don’t sound so surprised. You make it sound like you expected me to suck.”
“No, I didn’t… I just thought with your arms…” She blushes and looks away, unable to maintain eye contact. “I didn’t expect to, you know…”
“Orgasm?” I laugh, unable to contain my joy. “Really, you can suck me off, have me cum on your face, then ride me, but saying orgasm is too embarrassing.”
“Shut up.” She nudges me playfully.
“Hey, watch it, I’m an injured man. Have some sympathy.”
Brooke sticks out her tongue. That’s all the response she gives before crawling over to grab a few tissues from the box. My eyes, of course, remain fixed on her backside, watching my seed leak from her with some pride as she does so.
A moment later, the mess is soon cleaned up. She even goes so far as to wipe me down, even though I insist I can do it myself. As she does so, and I’m beginning to stir once more in her hands, an idea comes to her, visibly so.
Turning to look at me, her eyes shine bright, and her smile stretches all the way across her face. “Say, how often do you masturbate?” she asks as if it’s the most casual question in the world, and I answer as if it’s the same.
“Practically every day, why?”
“Well, since you can’t do it yourself anymore, I think I should do it for you… Practically every day.”
Holy shit!
I stare at her wide-eyed. My cock gets rock hard again, the refractory period coming to a very abrupt end.
Of course, that doesn’t escape her notice and adds an addendum to her previous statement. “Every day, until you’re satisfied.”
She stays true to her word, too. Every day until my cast comes off, Brooke stops by my apartment after work. Every day we have sex until I can’t possibly cum another time. She even stays over from time to time. After all, it’s just easier that way. Something that continues even after the casts come off.
Before I know it, not only am I whole and healthy, but I’ve gotten myself a girlfriend in the process. One I couldn’t be happier with, and one who is so damn perverted it gives me a run for my money.
Despite how it happened, I wouldn’t change a thing. Breaking my arms really is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
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