Fetish Ezine

Angie dropped her dress to the floor and knelt in front of me, wearing her new black leather boots, they were knee high boots with three inch heals. Besides the boots she was wearing only a pink g-string.

As she sensuously ran a red fingernail down my straining shaft, she looked me in the eye, “This is what you really want, isn’t it?”

I grinned as she undid my trousers and pulled them down, with my pants.

My cock was so hard, it was aching!

“Sit on the bed, for me,” she asked. As I did she took hold of my cock and gently squeezed it. “Ooh,” was the only sound that I could make.

With a wicked grin on her face, she began planting gentle kisses all over the shaft.

She slipped the purple knob in her hot mouth.

“Aaghh!” I grunted.

Angie sucked and licked my cock as her fingers alternated between the shaft and my enlarged balls. After a few minutes I was moaning, “I’m coming.”

She moved her head back, and frantically rubbed my cock, until I shot my spunk all over her lovely little tits. She rubbed my knob into her tits, smearing it with my spunk. As she stood up, she looked beyond beautiful, in her black leather boots, tiny pink g-string and my cum dripping from her tiny tits.

“It’s my turn now. Lie on the bed. I want to fuck you!” She told me.

I shuffled back on the bed, my cock still pointing at the ceiling.

Angie moved onto the bed and straddled my legs and pulled the little pink string to the side and sank down, engulfing my cock with her tight pussy, making me groan, again.

My heart was pounding and my stomach turning as I felt the knob slide in her tiny hole.

She was sitting upright and began sliding up and down on my straining cock. The leather of the boots was beginning to scratch my legs.

“Angie; Angie.” I began. “Shh!” She whispered. With this she increased her speed, fucking me like crazy, her red fingernails digging into the skin of my stomach.

Suddenly she fell forward, forcing her face into my chest, and curling her boots around my legs. Her lower body began vibrating as she crushed her clitoris against my groin. In seconds her head began thrashing from side to side.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she groaned, as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders then down to her cute firm ass. I squeezed and stroked as I met every move of her hips with one of my own.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” She screamed.

“So am I! So am I!” I grunted into her ear, as my spunk shot out of my cock like a rocket and with a final shake she flopped down over me.

Drenched in sweat, we lay clinging onto each other for a couple of minutes, our chests heaving as we tried to regain our composure, and get our breath back.

“I’ve never done that, before.” Angie whispered as she kissed my chest. “I love my new kinky boots!”

Vee

She was his angel, an angel in devil-red suede heels.

The heels’ spikes were only inches from his ears, dug into the deep carpet. She’d shoved him down and now crouched over him, skirt raised, her pussy hovering over his face. He could see the heels, silver spikes attached to suede pumps of a pure and velvety crimson. Their color matched her lips, which he could still taste. He curled his hands around her feet, caressing her ankles, feeling the arch of her foot where it slid down into the perfect shoes.

She pushed her pussy down on his face, and he licked desperately, tasting her, his fingers tracing the line of the shoes even as his tongue traced her folds. He was blinded by her, couldn’t see, but he could still feel. Those beautiful heels. He threaded his fingers around them, held tight, pushing his face up into her as she stroked his cock.

When she rose, after some minutes of teasing, he stared up her towering legs, saw her grinning down at him. The heels stabbed the carpet to either side of him, he watched the perfect arch of her feet as she paced down, swinging her feet on either side of his body, and crouched over his cock.

The shoes made her feet into perfect, beautiful arches. The tendons in her ankles stood out strongly as she lowered herself. She purred in pleasure, sank to her knees, her feet now cocked back.

He sat up, held tight to the heel spikes, running his fingers along the buttery suede as she thrust her ass down, impaling her pussy on his rail-hard cock. Soon she was wobbling, shuddering, and he rolled her off him, pinned her down on the carpet and thrust into her again. He grabbed the heels of her shoes, spread her legs wide until she was wailing, arching, thrusting her pelvis up against him.

He held tight to the heels as she flexed her calves, pointed her toes, came hard around him. He took both spikes in one hand, pushed her legs up together, stared down at his cock sliding into her slippery cleft.

She pulled one foot free and ran the heel across the side of his neck, purring in delight. He kissed the exposed top of her foot, the toe of the suede, and came inside her.

She was his angel, and her heels were high enough to take him all the way to cloud nine.

Alexandra