"Stop!" said Byron's maid with lots of giggles as her lover tried to take off her clothes, but her actions spoke the opposite. She was still kissing the guy, passionately.
"He's awake," she added in between the kisses.
Her lover let out a snort. "Since when do you care if this vegetable is awake or not?"
'A vegetable?' thought Byron, furious but unable to do anything about it. A diagnosis that had glued him to bed for years couldn't allow him to talk, let alone fight.
But he wasn't always like this.
3 years ago, he was a healthy 18-year-old guy, rich and handsome.
It was a Friday night when his girlfriend called him and said her parents wouldn't be there for the entire weekend, that she wanted to spend it with him so they could both lose their virginities.
Overwhelmed with joy, Byron rushed to the mansion's parking lot and entered his father's Lamborghini, driving away.
If only he knew what was awaiting him.
'Why did I drive recklessly?' he lamented, remembering how he lost control and crashed into a pole.
Ever since that day, he had been diagnosed with several kinds of paralysis including quadriplegia and anarthria, losing both the control of all his limbs and of his speech.
And now these foolish caretakers were trying to have sex in front of him… again!
His blue eyes glistened with tears. 'I cannot survive another arousal! I cannot!'
The last time they did it, it was torture for him and he internally celebrated when his father came to visit, noticed their love-making juices spilled allover the floor and confronted the maid about it.
She was frightened, but, clearly, her lover wasn't.
She pulled away from the kiss and said, "Since yesterday!"
The guy snorted... again. "And why is that?"
"Because his father found out and confronted me," she explained. "I don't know how he found out, but he almost slapped me, threatening he will have us jailed if we ever do it in front of his son again."
Her lover wasn't having any of that. "You know you can tell me if you're not in the mood," he said, looking sad and pretending to leave. "There's no reason to try and invent such lies."
The maid pulled him back, begging. "Baby, trust me! I'm in the mood. But I..."
The guy didn't wait for her to finish. He quickly ripped her shirt apart, bending slightly so he could suck on her boobs.
"What are you doing? Didn't you hear what I just said?"
"You said you're in the mood."
"Not that, dummy! I said his father will have us jailed."
"How will he know?"
"The same way he knew before."
The guy burst out laughing. "There's no cameras in here. Perhaps Janet snitched on us. But she's not here now. He won't know."
Following his words, he went back to sucking on her boobs, his hands sliding behind to pull down her skirt along with her white panties.
Her beautiful, round and perky butt was exposed in front of Byron, and like any other virgin, his cock started throbbing.
'Jeez! Why leave my thing working when the entire body can not?'
He was overwhelmed with desire, but the thought that he will never satisfy it turned it into pain.
'If I were to recover, I would beat this guy into a vegetable and r*pe this maid in front of him so they could know how torturous what they're doing to me is.'
Sadly, this dream would never come true. In the first days of his sickness, he had hope that he would one day recover. His father was a billionaire, after all.
Byron knew the man would do anything to get him treated.
And he did.
His father assembled a team of doctors from all over the world and promised them a blank check if they managed to cure his beloved son.
But they failed.
There had been whispers that technology was getting better, that soon they would be able to help him, and that's the only thing that had kept Byron clinging to life all those years.
'I'm not sure anymore!'
He watched as the guy grabbed the maid's naked butt cheeks and started fondling them.
"Stop!" she demanded, bending backwards so she could get her butt out of her lover's reach.
This only made things worse for Byron because now he could see her pussy, and his mouth filled with water when he imagined what he would do if he was to recover.
He would approach from behind and slap her ass, then push his huge member deep inside her pussy and hump her until she lost consciousness.
It was as if her lover could read Byron's mind. When she bent to keep her ass away from his hands, the guy twirled her and wrapped his strong arm around her waist, holding her in a doggie style.
Then,
Slap!
"That's punishment for trying to make things hard for me."
"But his father could have us jailed," she protested.
Slap!
"Aaah!"
A moan escaped her lips as another slap landed on her ass, her large breasts jiggling with the impact.
Byron felt both like crying and laughing, both pained and satisfied.
'Please, go do it some other place,' he tried to say, but, as usual, nothing came out.
Unfortunately, the maid's lover couldn't read Byron's mind. Even if he could, Byron doubted the guy would stop his actions.
He spanked the maid's ass once more, then pulled his trousers down, grabbed his dick and attempted to penetrate her.
She recoiled and rounded out of his grip, turning around to scream at him.
"What's wrong with you? This mansion is large. We can go and find another room."
The guy pounced at her. "I want you now."
When she tried to dodge, she lost control of her feet and stumbled backwards, falling onto the bed.
No. Not the bed, but Byron.
The maid fell on his chest, her elbow crushing his ribs, her lover on top of her, his elbow hitting Byron right on his Adam's apple, their weight sealing his doom.
Their shrieks of despair was the last thing Byron heard before life drained out of him.
'Bastards!'
Like it? Add it to library please!