Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Porn From Spain


It takes seemingly forever to type in the name of the website, search for a video and wait for it to load. Actually, loading goes pretty fast compared to the rest. But typing is not my forte. In fact, it is high on the list of things I hate, pretty close to Mint Oreos and the Harry Potter movies. Do not get me wrong, I love the books. But the movies… nah...

It is also one of the reasons I hate her because with her I always have to type. Every single damn word.

Like, imagine you had to type out every conversation you have with your co-workers at work or your friends at uni and when you come home and just want a break from that and to chill out in front of the TV you had to type that out as well to not get stripped and dumped in bed directly. Now imagine doing all that with your body controlled by some wicked master of puppets, while being drunk on a rocking vessel in a storm.

Because this is how I type. 

Sure, I have a giant keyboard with a cover that prevents hitting two keys at once and I have a joystick instead of a mouse. So, it kind of works. But it is slow and after some time starts to get fucking tiring. This is why I prefer people around me who understand what I say. Because I actually can speak. Yes. It is just not very... pretty. Not everyone understands what I say and she most certainly does not.

Everything started out so promising when I met Lucia for her job interview. Several PCAs work for me, most of them have been around now for years. I am pretty lucky my parents had great health insurance when I was born and also that our health system works kind of well. Compared to what I have heard from other countries, at least. So when one of my PCAs quit because she wanted to travel the world with her new boyfriend, we had several promising applicants. 

I chose Lucia because... well. Because I am in my mid-twenties and I like boobs, okay? When you are going to spend quite some time with a woman alone, being more often than not naked during that time and with her boobs hanging close to your face for a solid portion of it... shape and size start to matter. Lucia had outstanding grades at school, which certainly certifies her, so there is that. And she watched me the whole time as we talked (or better while I typed and she waited, for the majority of the time), with an intensity in her dark eyes that did all kinds of interesting things to my body.

So yeah, I might have had a crush on her since our first moment and I might or might not have talked myself into believing she could feel the same once we get a chance to get to know each other. Which makes it twice as hard that she has been working here for weeks but still does not seem to understand a simple ‘good morning’. Come on, it is not that hard, what else would I greet her with early in the day? ‘Where do you stand on the cosmic censorship hypothesis?’ Surely not.

I do not bother with trying to open the belt that goes around my middle and is supposed to keep me in place. It suffices to loosen it a little, until I can slide my butt forward. Not too far or I risk falling out of my chair with the next random kick of my legs, but enough to get better access to my pants.

Starting the video before I have managed to wiggle down my pants (and protective underwear...) has not been one of my grandest ideas, I can tell now. I should know better. Thing is, as soon as the moans from the video start filling the room, my cock becomes interested. That does not only make it more difficult to lift the waistband over it, it also makes everything else infinitely more difficult. Things like moving my hand down there and opening my fingers to grab the fabric of my pants. Because apparently there is some weird connection between my cock and my brain and it does not only go in one direction as it normally does, like in: woah, that's a nice butt, but also as in: yeah, sorry, but voluntary movement... not available right now.

The two girls on the screen, that of course fully coincidentally have a similar look as Lucia, are already full on it when I have managed to convince my left hand to wriggle under my waistband and my right foot to push on the footrest simultaneously, resulting in my pants moving down a fraction. When finally, finally, my cock springs free after a number of more or less successful repetitions of that process, the screams of those girls are already a little deafening. 

I know I should turn the volume down, but I barely ever have the house to myself. Actually, mostly never. I still live with my parents (yeah... bummer, but it proves to be very practicable if you need help with everything from peeing to eating to scratching your nose without poking your eye out) and when they are not around one of my PCAs is. Only today my mother had her Yoga class and Lucia was late. It took all of my best negotiation skills to convince my Mum that I will not suddenly fall out of my chair or die of hunger before Lucia arrives. So she left. Not without leaving an angry note to Lucia, however. Well... she probably deserves it.

I am dependent on my PCAs being reliable. I mean, dependent dependent. Like in, shit my pants dependent. When I am hooked up to my computer like now I am relatively good. But other than that there is not much I can do. I need help with literally everything, like getting out of my bed, take a piss, shower, dress and eat. And this is only the morning. As mentioned, the only thing I can reliably do without help is using the computer and that is probably why I do it for a living. Or better, to prevent dying from boredom, even though it involves typing. Because although I earn actual money, a little at least, that money just vanishes compared to what all my equipment and my PCAs cost.

There is literally only one single primal need my PCAs do not cater for and I would rather kill myself than ask my parents for help with that. Or any of my PCAs, because they are mostly nearly twice as old as me. Except for Lucia that is. So, although my cock has been touched by countless people on a regular basis, it has never been touched in that certain way by someone else. 

In case you were wondering: everything down there is working. And like everyone else with a sex drive I need to let off some pressure from time to time. As you can imagine, puberty with zero privacy and close to zero motor skills was epically frustrating. I clawed my way up the walls from contained sexual desire at times. In my head, at least, I mean I do not see myself climbing anything ever in my whole life. I cannot even climb into my own bed.

Being in your mid-twenties, basically in still the same situation and only slightly less horny is not much better, though. At least now I have my computer and over the years I have figured out a way to get off that leads to the desired result in at least… 50 percent of the cases. Which is as good a rate as any. It involves selected porn videos, some alone time and a bit of luck. The latter is needed because my aim is shaped like a bell curve with a huge standard deviation. Currently I want nothing less than for my hand to be on my cock but right now it is flipping back and forth from a position next to my head to pounding on the armrest. So yeah…

At the time my right hand finally settles in the area where I beg it to be the video has already come to its end, the girls have orgasmed simultaneously and very audibly. Because it is just a huge button next to my joystick-mouse I restart the site, hitting it with my fist on the fourth try, not bothering with searching for another video. If I would attempt typing anything now I first had to wait until the spasms have calmed down. Out of experience I know that this whole game could just repeat itself forever. I am certain that although Lucia is in this moment probably stuck somewhere buying a new dress or talking to a handsome stranger, she will eventually arrive here. By then I would really very much like to be finished unless I will be aroused as fuck and frustrated as shit and it will be unbearable to have her around.

Fortunately, my right hand behaves for now and although I have already seen the girls touching their breasts and heard them breathing the same filthy stuff into each other’s ears, more blood starts rushing towards my crotch. I gasp a little, a rather choked-off, ugly sound actually, when I manage to slip my cock in between my thumb and crooked forefinger and can attempt to get something going like stroking myself. My right elbow has decided to go rigid and my right hand is curled in on itself so I have to turn my arm awkwardly while leaning to my left and work from my shoulder but somehow I make it do. These are wonderful seconds while my pulse spikes and the blood pumps in my throbbing cock and joy is rushing through my veins all from just haltingly rubbing along the shaft a little. 

Until my legs go into major spasms, the left crossing over the right, jerking my body to the other side and knocking my hand off my cock.

I cry out, frustrated and angry, and have to wait until my legs untangle themselves before I am able to reach down again. I try to steady my right arm with my left hand, which is less functioning than my right, the fingers forever tightened to a stiff claw. It helps aiming though and I kind of brush past my cock a few times, yelping at the spark of arousal firing along my spine at each contact. My head jerks to the side so I cannot see the screen anymore but I do not need to because the girls are plenty loud and descriptive on top of it.

“Oh coño, si, asi, asi, mas profundo, ah, ah, ah, si, si, aaah.”

I guess, porn does not necessarily need translation.

My legs are spasming, my feet kicking rhythmically against the desk where my computer is placed, causing lose items to fall on the floor and my wheelchair and my teeth to rattle in unison. I desperately rub my left fist over my cock that is leaking now and begging for release, I have long shed hope to get a better hold on it but this is working as well. My face gets claimed by a nasty spasm, making it freeze into an agonized grimace and some drool drops onto my headrest. I hate having spit in my face or anywhere, I hate it like nothing else. It is probably number one on my hate list.

I feel my orgasm creep closer just as the girls seem to get there, too, their ear-splitting screams cutting right through me. My left hand has slowed down to snail’s pace, all muscles stiff as a board from the repetitive movement, my right arm is frozen jammed against my side, completely useless, but nevertheless I slowly, agonizingly slowly crawl towards my release. When I can taste it on my tongue already, squeezing my eyes shut and ready for the wave to hit me and turn my boat, my right foot apparently hits something vital under the desk, most probably the computer tower, because suddenly everything goes a degree darker and completely silent. 

The girls are gone, my screen is black.

I howl in anger. Fuck, why me?

In that moment I hear a hitched moan and a muffled sound like someone crying out through a hand pressed over their mouth and I somehow manage to twist my body around to look over my shoulder towards the door which is slightly open. My eyes lock upside down with Lucia’s wide and beautiful dark ones, staring at me mortified from between the gap in the door before she disappears from my view. Not fast enough however, for I noticed her hand that has been touching herself through her skirt.

“Wait!” I yell and although she does not understand me, she at least knows how I sound when I want to communicate with her. That is, in contrast to when I have a spasm that makes it hard to breathe and results in choking noises coming out of my mouth as well. I hear the sound of her feet stopping abruptly, hesitating and then returning. Her face is beet red, even despite her darker complexion, and she takes a few tentative steps into my room, opening the door a little more to squeeze through. She stands, small and trembling in front of me, her hands clutching each other and her eyes turned to the ground.

“I… I… I am very sorry. I don’t… I don’t… I’m really sorry!“

Having people see and touch your most private parts frequently throughout your lifetime kind of makes you immune to embarrassment. “You could at least finish me, after you have had your fun,” I say, attempting a joke. To her it probably sounds like: “Youu… cuuu…. Fff….fffsshhh m… aaa…. Ffff…” and some gurgling and slurping sounds in between when I have to breathe.

For good measure I attempt to smile at her as well, alas I do not know if my facial muscles are following my order. They seem to because her features light up a little. The lingering blush on her cheeks makes her seem even more timid.

“Uhm… I don’t understand…” she says, shrugging a little and smiling shyly. Her long black hair falls around her face like a curtain.

I sigh and try to straighten in my chair, arms flailing before my palms hit the armrests with a thud to help push me up. My pants are still folded down some, my half-hard cock lying sadly on my stomach.

Lucia makes a step towards me. “I can help you with that,” she says.

Oh yes, please, yes, I think, but I know what she means.

She goes, lifts my pants around the waistband and thoughtlessly puts one hand on my cock to tuck everything back where it belongs. Although she does not. A moan must have escaped my lips because when I open my unbelieving eyes again she is still standing in front of me, bent towards me a little which gives me a great view down her décolleté and her hand is still on my cock. The feeling of it has changed however. Her touch is… firmer. Possessive even.

“I can help you with that,” she repeats, her voice low, sultry. Not the shy girl anymore that I thought I knew. “If you… if you want.” Her thumb is tracing a small circle on the side of the head, which makes me want to cry.

I nod, eagerly, almost hitting her with my head as it jerks back and forth and then I fix her with my eyes in a silent plea. Please understand me this time, please! I think I cannot type this out, I will not. And please start doing something because I am dying here.

Lucia nods. “Okay… If you ever want me to stop, you…” She looks around, searching for a clue.

“I’m not completely helpless,” I bellow, mashing the sounds together in a long drawl.

She beams at me. “That. You do that.”

What, yell at her? Well, I can do that. Just please, never take your hand away, ever again, and fucking get moving.

As on clue, she climbs on my power chair, straddling me with her knees tucked in right and left of my hips, her silken skirt flowing around my thighs soft and cool. She smiles at me and closes her fingers around my cock. The moment she starts moving her hand I think something breaks within me and the thousand tiny sharp pieces shoot out of my body all at once, leaving me howling in pain and pleasure at the same time. My limbs cramp in vicious spasms, the muscle contractions faster than I ever thought possible without tearing something, her light body riding on the ever moving tide with ease. She never loses eye contact with me while her hand slides up and down in long, sure strokes, twisting her wrist at the tip before moving back down. Her full lips are parted, her breath puffs out in rapid pants and cut-off moans, her cheeks are flushed and her dark eyes have that sleepy-hungry look in them that I always dreamed to see one day.

I come embarrassingly fast, my orgasm crashing into me with full force, knocking the air out of my lungs and making my eyes roll back in their sockets. On the outer fringe of my consciousness I hear her scream and realize she has reached the top as well, grinding down on my trembling body, writhing and whining in pleasure. She shudders through it, her orgasm longer even than mine, her hands around my cock never faltering, working me until I am oversensitive and she takes them away just before it is too much and collapses onto me.

I come to with her still pliant in my lap, one arm jammed under her warm body, the other lying over her small frame, twitching weakly.

“Um… Lucia? Lu?” I am hesitant to move a single muscle because although my body seems to have toned it down a little (like… literally…) I fear I could still knock her across the room if I am not being careful.

“Hm…” she mumbles and shifts, drawing her beautiful legs higher. She lifts her head, blinks at me sleepily. “A few more seconds, cielito,” she yawns into my chest and presses even closer.

“As long as you want,” I answer and succeed in dragging my hand once up and down her back relatively gently. I concentrate on her beating heart close to mine and inhale the scent of her black hair that is fanned out over my chest.

Maybe talking is not that important after all.

12 comments:

  1. This was amazing. So hot. I loved every word.

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  2. OMG! That was sooo great. Some of the best porn ever :)

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  3. Wonderfully played! Great writing.

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  4. Absolutely outstanding. Thanks for sharing.

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  5. Really hot. Loved it. Terrific writing

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    1. Thank you, Blueskye! Makes me happy to hear that :)

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  6. Best.
    Story.
    Ever.
    Should be made into a film ��
    More like this please?

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    1. Thanks!! You made my day =) Oh yes, why not, porn film director has always been my dream job :P
      There will certainly be more, I promise!

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