My Healthcare Worker Blew Me
My home healthcare worker is much more than just a home healthcare worker.
In addition to washing me, dressing me, and doing light housekeeping, my home healthcare worker offered me sex for money. She offered to masturbate me, blow me, strip herself naked, and fuck me for money. Having not had sex with a woman in a long while, and with her such a beautiful woman with big breasts, how could I refuse? Her offer seemed too good to be true.
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My name is Robert. They say that the legs are the first parts of the body to go. I can attest to that. Indeed, my legs are gone. I've been confined to a wheelchair for the past two-years because of my bad knees.
I can't stand without holding onto something. Because of that, I've had grab handles installed all over my house. I have a special raised toilet seat and a toilet surround stand to push up on to help me stand.
Thank God for the grab handles because I would have fallen every day, multiple times a day if I didn't have them to hang onto them. I even have grab handles for me to walk out my front door to the porch while holding my rollator. It's one-hundred-fifty-feet to the garage. That's about the most that I can walk with my rollator. Thank God that I can still drive.
Unless I'm walking with my rollator, I can only walk the two steps necessary for me to move from my reclining chair to my power wheelchair. Having heard horror stories of knee surgeries gone wrong, even operating on the wrong knee, I refused to have knee replacement surgery. Of course, I've heard of lots of successful knee surgeries, too. Yet, afraid that I won't awaken and will die on the operating table, I don't want to be put to sleep as if I'm a dog.
Instead, having exercised all of my life, while trying to make my legs stronger and improve my balance, I walk with my rollator around the house. I exercise by doing squats, calf and instep raises, door pushups, and I continue lifting my dumbbells to maintain my upper body strength. Exercise is the only thing that helps relieve the pain. I only wished that I could walk more. I used to walk six miles every day when I had my dog.
Unable to take over-the-counter pain medication, I'm a diabetic with stage three kidney disease. I also have hydrocephalus, water on the brain. I have shunt in my head with a tube to my stomach that drains the fluid from my brain as I pee.
Had I not had the operation, I would have been dead already. After spending a week in the hospital and two weeks in rehab, I'm feeling better except for my bothersome knees. Alas, no longer can I put my ankles behind my neck, as if I was ever able to do that.
Recently, I was approved for Medicaid, thank God for that, too. Medicaid allowed me to have a chairlift installed to the second floor. They also replaced my bathtub with a walk-in shower that has a seat and multiple bars to hold onto while getting in and out of the shower with help.
They also approved the hiring of a home healthcare worker to wash and dress me. Yet, it is difficult to find a home healthcare worker. There are a lot of elderly people needing home healthcare workers. Pennsylvania has the second oldest population behind Florida. With my Social Security directly deposited, thank God, I no longer need to go to the bank.
My home healthcare aide does light housekeeping, too. She vacuums, dusts, and does my laundry. She doesn't do any cooking. Having all of my groceries delivered, and with me not being a big eater, I'm able to cook what little that I need to eat.
Approved for 70-hours a week but only needing someone to work 20 hours a week for now, from 8 am until noon, the agency sent me a 42-year-old beautiful, black woman. Taking my breath away, her name is Latisha. Making me wish I was 30-years younger, a good looking woman with enormous breasts, she's about 5' 4" tall. Why someone who looks like her would work as a home healthcare, is a mystery to me?
She's good looking enough, plenty sexy enough, and definitely shapely enough to be an actress in Hollywood. Not only does she have huge breasts but also, she has back. Definitely, baby has back.
She's a CNA, a certified nursing assistant with 22-years of experience. She's attending school in her spare time to become a registered nurse. In the way that she has lovingly cared for me, she'd make for a good nurse.
With me being a 200 pound, fairly fit man, except for my knees, I still have good upper body strength. Latisha seemed sturdy enough to hold me and keep me from falling to help me shower once a week. The rest of the week, she washes me in my adjustable bed with hospital wipes. While wishing, actually sexually fantasizing that she'd shower with me naked while holding me from behind, I couldn't wait for her to see me without my clothes.
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Uncircumcised, she must gently pull back my foreskin to properly wash me. That's something that I can do myself. She surprised me when she voluntarily took my prick in her ungloved hand, wrapped her manicured fingers around my naked cock, and did that for me without even having to ask her.
The first time she touched my penis with her warm and soft hand, she immediately gave me an erection. Unless I'm masturbating myself, it has been a long time since I had an erection. It has been a long time since a woman held my cock in her hand.
"It's okay. Don't be embarrassed," she said with a chuckle. "That happens all the time. Those men who are still able to get erections, always get sexually excited over me seeing them without their clothes and touching them," she said with a little laugh and a shrug.
Seemingly taking her time washing my penis, she appeared to enjoy holding my naked, erect prick in her hand. She made me wish that I could return the favor and hold her enormous, naked breasts in my hands while fingering her erect nipples. Only, unless I wanted to explain to the agency why I inappropriately touched one of their employees, I didn't dare inappropriately touch her.
I didn't want to lose her. I didn't want them to find me another homecare worker. With her giving me someone to dream about and masturbate over, I wanted my beautiful and busty Latisha to stay.
Then, she made my eyes bulge out of my head and my mouth fall open. Whether she did this deliberately or unintentionally, she slowly stroked my cock back and forth a couple of times on the pretense of replacing my foreskin while washing me. Not sure if she was sexually teasing me but she made me imagine what it would feel like for her to give me a hand job. I'd love for her to give me a hand job. I'd love to cum for Latisha.
Horny now, when she slowly stroked my big dick, she made my cock even bigger and harder. It was then that I wished she had given me a happy ending after washing me. After she leaves, I'll be masturbating while imagining Latisha giving me a hand job. Something that I'll be dreaming about and masturbating over later, I'd love for this beautiful, big breasted, black woman to stroke my cock. I'd love for her to make me cum.
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I couldn't help but notice that she was covered with tattoos. She had tattoos on both of her arms, around her neck, like a tattoo necklace, and at the top of her chest. Some of her tattoos were as colorful as they were intricate. On the pretense of wanting to see her tattoos, I'd love to see her in her bra and panties. I'd love to see her topless. I'd love to see Latisha naked.
"I love your tattoos. Your tattoos are amazing. How many tattoos do you have," I asked?
