The Roleplayer - Part 3

 I rubbed her belly and she panted. I took in more details. A massive fat lump stuck out at the side and I realized it was her right ass cheek. It was covered in stretch marks and cellulite itself. I moved higher, and then her hands caught my wrists. "Down." She said, quietly. "Belly please. I... Please?"

So I did. There was a suddenly unmistakable sound of her passing gas. "Excuse me." She panted. "IBS, one of my problems." It wasn't the worst smelling in the world, but it hung around for a moment. I kept rubbing then she said "I'm... Sorry."

"For what?" I asked.

"I need... A favor." She was panting. Sweat was beaded on her forehead. "I'm stuffed. And every time I get stuffed... I get... wet. You know, turned on? Will you... masturbate me?" She gestured. "I can't reach anymore."

"I'll do one better." I offered. I reached for my pants.

"No, please." She said. "I couldn't... I don't think I could handle it. It's been so long since I've cum. I haven't been able to... orgasm in like 6 months." Tears again. "There's a toy in there." She pointed to the chest of drawers. "An aide found it and put it away when I couldn't use it anymore, I let them."

"Don't be ashamed." I said. I retrieved the dildo.

"You might need to move my legs. And... So I'm sorry. I'm going to probably be sweaty. Be careful, my left thigh is really swollen, and I have a catheter. Do you know what that is?"

"Not really..." I hesitate looking at the dark space under the covers.

"It's a tube in my urethra to take my pee away" She said blushing. And murmured "I can't get out of bed and it's hard to... clean." I pushed the covers aside. Her left thigh was on a chux pad of it's own. It was swollen, and I didn't touch it. I moved her right leg a bit, feeling her strain to help me, puffing and panting off the cannula. I expose a flabby blob. It takes me a minute before I realize that's her FUPA. I pull it up and there's the hair of her pussy. A yellow tube emerges from the tangle of lips and hair. I probe down with my fingers. White powder is spread across every fold, I probe with my fingers and then I start to tease the outer lips with the dildo. Then I gently ease it in part way. She moans and gasps. Fat hands grip the siderails of the bed. I gently ease it in the rest of the way and then back slowly out. She's panting and gasping. Clearly the poor woman is incredibly repressed. I move up the bed. She's moved her hand, and she starts pulling at her shirt, breathing hard. I help roll it up, then still teasing the outer lips with the dildo I watch as she start to rub her nipples. She's panting hard. I start to go faster, my other hand probing through the fat and pubes to try to find her clit. I rub the area around it with my fingers. She's moaning, and I start to move the dildo in and out, in and out, faster and faster then suddenly "Oh! Goooooddddddd!!!" And she grabs for the siderails of her bed. I withdraw the dildo and for a moment she lies there motionless except for her partially naked chest as it moves up and down, up and down. A wheeze slips out of her mouth as she gasps for air.

After a few moments, during which time I wipe off the dildo with some paper towels she says "Your turn." I turn to face her. "What?"
"Your turn." She's still out of breath but has a very determined look on her face. "I'm going to give you a blow job." Fat fingers find the bed remote and it starts to lift up from her partially reclined position that she's been in the whole time, to know, where she's almost completely sitting up. Her fat cascades down, rolling slowing, her huge belly covering her whole lap.
"Um... How?" I ask staring at her. Her face is red from the effort of breathing and sitting straight up.
"Take off your shoes, pants, everything, and climb on the bed." She instructs.
So I do. I take a hold of the headboard, my erect cock is straight out in front of me and then her lips are around my cock and her tongue is playing with the head. She starts to edge it in and out. With a slurp it slips out. I look down and see an almost... hunger in her eyes. "Thrust your hips." She orders. "In and out. Fuck my fat face."
So I start. The sexual tension has built in the air, and she's fantastic at giving head. "You're so sexy." I gasp. "So hot. Suck me off, you sexy immobile lardass." I don't know why I say it but she doesn't stop. After what seems like hours of edging I cum, my hot seed filling her mouth. She sucks hard on my cock, milking every drop out of it and swallowing it down. I lean on the head board. Then I slip off the bed and collapse into the wheelchair, my flaccid cock still wet. "That was the best blow job ever." I say, gasping. "You're amazing."
She blushes. "I've always wanted to do that. I think I've got an oral fixation or something."
"I'm not complaining." I assure her, and reach to squeeze my hand. "Do you need anything?"
She blushes. "Could you... Mom said there's a pack of cookies in the kitchen..."