With Acrotomophilia Phone Sex- Heather Loves An Amputee Part 2
Thanks for coming back for part two of my obscure acrotomophilia blog. I assure you it is about to get a little dark and twisted. I told you about my football player lover, but we will fast forward a few years. Now in my mid-twenties, I met a charming man who had lost his right leg. . He was not very confident, and I wanted to help him realize he was still sexy. Also, I wanted to feed my own obscure fetish while I was at it. At first, he would refuse to take off his fake limbs. That was something that I was dead set on changing.
First, I got down on my knees while sitting on the couch. Grabbing my amputee lover’s cock through his pants, teasing him. Making his cock rock hard. Once I got that long shaft into my mouth, I started to rub my hands up and down his thighs. Of course, he attempted to grab my hand. Clearly, uncomfortable. Little did he know that I planned for it. I grabbed my cuffs from under the couch and cuffed his hands up before he realized what I was doing. Initially, he struggled to get up, but I just took his big cock deeper into my pretty little mouth. Simultaneously, unstrapped his leg so he could not get up even if he tried.
My Acrotomophilia is about to get a little dark, so be prepared.
Well, once his leg was unstrapped, he was horrified. Honestly, he could not get hard again, no matter how hard I sucked. I knew I needed to keep going and come up with something else, so my brain started turning. Grabbing his peg leg, I lay it on the floor and began to use it to rub my clit. Of course, he had no idea how to react. Using the leg as a handle, I slowly rubbed the foot up and down my panties. To be honest, the look on his face was driving me insane. My panties were soaked in seconds.
Next, I slid those panties down and inserted the toes into my wet and ready slit. Fucking myself harder and faster. My eyes were glued to my lover’s cock. There was no way he could fight it. His dick started to grow. That was my cue. I leaned up and began licking his leg. Running my tongue over his scars and moaning. Then, I stood up and positioned myself, so his stub was right against my snatch. I am sure you can guess what I did next, right? That is correct. Needless to say, he was not self-conscious with me ever again.
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