“So treating someone like an object and calling them names is okay?” I asked, even though I knew it was, based on my recent experiences.
“Yes, but only when it’s called for, of course,” Ms. Chan said. “Just as you get off on dominating some women, on being in control, even humiliating them, many women have the complementary drive: they just want to let go of the expectations the world puts on them and become no more than a slut, a fuck toy, a cum bucket, humiliated. Truth be told, I’m never more alive than when I’m pleasing someone, guy or girl. There’s been an occasion or two when you’ve treated me like a bimbo cum slut, because I let you know that’s what I wanted, although most of the time you’re gracious enough to treat me with respect.”
“I do feel that way when I’m dominating someone,” I agreed with her assertion, “I really do get off on it,” now feeling better about having the feelings I did.
“Now back to my theory,” she said. “There is the opposite version of sex, which is making love. It’s intimate and tender, but it can be equally as pleasurable and even equally as raw.”
“That I want to have, too.”
“And you will when you meet the One,” she promised.
“I hope so.”
“Then there is hierarchy sex. Master and submissive. A relationship where someone is dominant and the other is subservient. This practice is becoming more and more common,” she continued.
“So I’m learning,” I smiled, thinking of my own recent sexual experiences.
“The rest of the sexual varieties are variations of the first three. Bondage, group sex, same gender sex, cuckolding, cuckqueaning, etc.” she listed.
“I don’t even know what some of those words mean,” I said.
“Google them,” she smiled.
“I will.”
“Now give me my morning coffee cream,” she demanded.
“You’ll really have to work for this load,” I warned her, as I glanced at my watch and realized I was going to be late for school.
“I’m not afraid of some hard work,” she smiled, taking my cock back in her mouth.
As she sucked, I found myself wondering for the first time: did Ms. Chan’s pussy work? Was she paralyzed from the waist down or just her legs and feet? Could she have sex? Could I fuck her? Could I eat her pussy? Did she masturbate?
She blew me for over thirty minutes (some things are more important than school) before I finally pulled out and shot my load in her coffee, then went and microwaved it for her since it had gotten cold.
She smiled, “That was quite the morning workout.”
“Sorry,” I apologized.
“Tomorrow can you promise me the first load?” she asked.
“I can try,” I said, thinking my Mom may be disappointed.
“Consider it my birthday present,” she said.
“Tomorrow is your birthday?”
“The big four-oh,” she sighed.
“You’re still so young.”
“You’re sweet,” she took a sip of her coffee and said, “and so is this.”
“May I ask another question? A personal one?”
“Sure,” she said, “by now you should know you can ask me anything, don’t you?”
“Yes, but this question is really personal. Can you feel things down below?”
For the first time since I’d happened upon this crazy new power and Ms. Chan became my sexual mentor, she looked insecure and suddenly small, as if her aura had just shrunk.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
She took a deep breath. “No, it’s okay; you’re asking because you care. I haven’t had sex since the accident.”
“But you can?” I asked.
“I still feel all the sensations down there I ever did, but my legs are useless,” she said, suddenly looking so vulnerable and insecure it almost broke my heart. But I felt, maybe insanely, I needed to keep asking her these questions for her sake. I’d never seen her like this. This wounded.
“Do you masturbate?”
“Often,” she nodded.
“And you can still come?” I asked as gently as I could.
“Yes,” she admitted, now not even making eye contact.
“Ms. Chan,” I said, taking her hands in mine, “you are a beautiful woman.”
“This is why you’re not your father,” she said, looking up at me with tears in her eyes.
“I mean it,” I said.
“No one wants to fuck a woman in a wheelchair,” she disagreed sadly.
“Well,” I said, knowing I had to go. I needed to be on time for my second class today as I had a test. “Maybe we’ll have to change that.”
“Kevin, it’s not that easy,” she still put me off.
“Just think about it,” I said, putting my cock away.
She looked as if she was reminiscing as she responded, “Oh Kevy, I think about it all the time.”
“I’ll make sure to have a nice birthday present for you tomorrow,” I promised.
“I hope it’s your big, fat cock fucking my face,” Ms. Chan responded, obviously more comfortable when the focus wasn’t on her body. I’d just learned that everyone has insecurities.
“I may even wrap it,” I joked, before I headed out.
At lunch, I researched women with paralysis and subsequent changes in their sex life. I was fascinated.
I really wanted to pay Ms. Chan back for her tutelage, for her motherly guidance, for being who she was.
I learned paralysis didn’t affect a woman’s libido or her need to express herself sexually, although many women struggled through the transition from before to after… thus it wasn’t uncommon for a woman enduring a recent paralysis to stop having sex.
On the other hand, unlike men who typically become completely insecure after paralysis and often even incapable of having sex, some women adapted better to their new sex life, even if it was in a more passive way.
What fascinated me and what made me think Ms. Chan fit this model perfectly, was that she had made it clear to me her level of sexual desire before and after hadn’t changed at all, but like many women faced with her condition, her level of activity had dropped to zero for no reason other than her difficulty in finding a partner. And tragically she’d given up looking, although she was courageous enough still to fully exercise her drive to please others.
I read some more and learned that many women with paralysis will incur mental blocks where they convince themselves nobody wants to fuck them, and they eventually give up. Just like Ms. Chan. Ironically, she had enough courage to be selfless but not enough to be selfish. She deserved better.
The good news was that in reality a paralyzed woman can have sex and they can have orgasms, if they can become trusting and comfortable with the person they are with.
I read some more about positioning and decided tomorrow I was going to give Ms. Chan more than just some birthday cream… I was going to fuck her… she would have actual sex… although I would likely need my Mom’s help.
But first I had an ass to fuck… my Mom’s.
Well, and two more boring classes to attend first.
Near the end of lunchtime, I watched Elizabeth (the arrogant basketball star I mentioned earlier) spread her scorn over a shy Mexican girl and I wanted to walk over there and shove my big, fat cock in her mouth to shut her up.