I'm sitting in the black leather chair as usual. The leather cool against my thighs. I'm dressed in a very short black skirt, a skintight low necked black top, black fishnet stockings and the main event: my six inch black shiny stiletto heeled shoes. I cross my legs and swing my foot impatiently, acutely conscious of the light reflecting off my shoe as it makes its arc through the air.
The door opens and in he walks, stopping in front of me, waiting for my approval. I take in his outfit: black lacy see-through women's panties and his very own pair of black, thigh high stockings. The panties are decorated with red lace and little bows at the front and the stockings have a red and black pattern at the tops. I nod my approval, reaching out and stroking his bare thigh above the stocking top and caress his cock, semi-hard behind the black lace.
Standing very close in front of me he starts to rub his cock slowly through the panties, looking deep into my eyes, occasionally glancing down at my breasts, making my nipples hard. I watch with interest as his cock hardens inches from my face. He pushes the panties to the side, letting his cock gain its freedom. It is rock hard and very slowly he slides his hand up and down the shaft, his mouth open just a little as he concentrates.
I divide my time between looking him in the eye and watching his beautiful cock as he continues to stroke it, using his other hand to gently squeeze his balls. My mouth starts to water as I notice precum starting to leak from his tip and I lick my lips slowly and deliberately. He knows just what to do. He takes my hand gently, guides it to his cock. I run the ball of my thumb across his glistening head, feeling the slippery fluid coat my thumb.
'Holy fuck', he almost whispers, as his head falls back in pleasure but I make sure he's watching as I put my thumb in my mouth and suck it hard tasting his salty flavour. The black lacy panties have done their work and he slides them off.
'Get on the bed, slut.' I command, firmly but not unkindly. He sits up against the headboard, his back against the black silk pillow, his legs spread; on display. I climb onto the bed, lay between his legs with my heels digging into his chest. He pushes back against my heels, challenging me to do as I wish with him. I dig my heels into his willing flesh a little more making the skin dimple. He catches his breath as I do so and I spread my legs a little wider, giving him a perfect view of my soaking wet cunt. His eyes glitter but my cunt is momentarily forgotten as I ask him,
'Would you like to kiss my shoes?' Not waiting for his answer I raise one of my feet up to his mouth and he kisses the long thin heel reverently, before taking it between his lips, as if it were a cock. His eyes close while he greedily sucks on my six inch heel, his hand still stroking his cock ever so gently.