The Shoe Dates

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Kinky for me might be rather tame for some. I’m sort of a hot vanilla guy, you know, pretty conventional sex done with extra heat and production values, music, loud dirty talk, candles, outside, in a parking garage, in the hot tubs, maybe a little role-playing dialogue. I’ve had women watch me masturbate, and I’ve used toys on girls before, but really, nothing you can’t find in any porn magazine for sale in any respectable bookstore in America.The kinkiest it’s ever gotten for me was about four years ago, and involved no sexual contact at all. Well, no penetration. My supervisor at work was a smartly dressed older woman, Danielle, and Danielle had great taste in shoes and boots. I definitely have a shoe fetish, and Danielle caught my eye from the first day. One evening while out for drinks, she was a little drunk and I had more courage than normal, and so I propositioned her. Danielle was flattered but mentioned she had a very serious boyfriend and, plus, the working situation made a relationship of anything beyond friendship unwise. “Fuck,” I said, “because I really love your shoes.” She gave a flattered laugh and we discussed them and then I had an idea.”If I can’t date you, maybe canlı casino siteleri I could date your shoes?” I said, and she laughed. She was wearing a pair of 3-inch, pointy slingbacks this time, but I had seen her in other styles, strappy buckled pumps, high-heeled slides, stilettos when she was really daring, and boots galore, including a pair we called the “slut boots.” Danielle laughed. “I don”t know if I can trust you with my girls,” she purred. “I know what boys like you want to do with shoes like these.””I just want to get your shoes in bed, baby,” I said, mostly serious, and, curious, Danielle asked me if I have a shoe fetish. That began a round of incredibly dirty talk, with me describing how I loved to fuck shoes and stockinged feet. She asked me what it felt like and if it was enough to make me cum, and I said of course. “And do you shoot your cum all over her shoes too?” Danielle asked. I described in lurid detail all the thick whips of cum I’ve pumped on shoes, with or without their owners present or knowing, and I was hard as a rock.So Danielle then said, “Well, I have a few old friends that haven’t gotten any in a while, would you slot oyunları like me to fix you up with a pair?”At first I didn’t get what she was talking about, and then I realized, she was proposing a shoe date. So we worked out the particulars, what night (the coming Friday), where to meet (my place) and then when I’d have them home (by midnight). The next day at work I laughingly reminded her of the date, and she sent me a Google calendar invitation to make sure it was on my schedule. But I was still surprised when, at 7:30, Danielle rang my doorbell.”Hi!” she said brightly. “Here are the girls, and they’re very excited to meet you!” She held up a pair I’d seen her wear frequently, black patent, scalloped heel, modest spike (maybe three inches). “Really, Danielle, you know what I’m going to do with these, right,” I said, and Danielle shrugged and smiled, she was very sexually confident and passed no judgment on others. “Have fun with them, sweetie,” Danielle said, kissing me on the cheek.“But I want them back at midnight,” she added, with fake severity, like a parent. It was so fucking cute.As soon as the door closed, I was tearing off my clothes, sitting slot casino siteleri down with some wine and looking at porn pictures that reminded me of Danielle, I fantasized about her a lot while rubbing her shoes all over my rock-hard cock. I wanted to make sure my velvety cockhead touched every inch of these so when Danielle slipped them on, she knew I was fucking her feet in my mind. I fucked the insides, worked the heel around my shaft, then fit both over my hands, pressed them together and worked my dick between the soft ankles. Danielle said to have fun and I did, and I blew cum all over her shoes, inside them, wiping off the final pearls on their toes and right where her toes would touch.About 10 I got a call. “Just checking up on you!” Danielle sang. I was almost exhausted. “We’re having a great time,” I said. “OK, just so long as you don’t do anything the girls don’t want to do,” she replied.At midnight, I showed up at Danielle’s door, wearing a shirt unbuttoned at the neck and wrinkled and my tie loosed and askew, looking like the picture of a wild date. I handed Danielle the cum-stained pumps. “Look at you!” she said in a scolding voice. “I don’t care! Get upstairs and get in the shower, we’re going to have a long talk afterwards!” We chatted and joked and I thanked her for the release.On Monday at work, Danielle was wearing the exact same pair, and it got me instantly hard. I had to go to the bathroom and jerk off just to release all my excitement.

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