Salaciously Sexy

Shoes for My Sister’s Damn Wedding “I’m not wearing them,” I shouted back at my sister. “You will,” she screamed. “If you don’t, you’re not invited to the wedding.” “Good,” I said. “See if I care.” “Go now and get them or I’ll tell mum about Mary,” she snickered. “You f*****g b***h,” I swore, slamming the door after me. My sister Lucy was getting married and she wanted me to wear stilettos. You know those f*****g high heeled shoes. I was already six feet tall and towered over everyone, with those shoes I’d end up being taller than the guys. I was so pissed off. I’ve never worn shoes that high but knew now that I bloody well had to, so I stormed off, threw my car in gear, and roared off down the road. It was just my luck that she’d seen me with Mary last night. I thought she was staying with her fiancée overnight, so I invited my new girlfriend over. I loved having the place to myself to do whatever I wanted without being disturbed. We were having a great night and right in the middle of the best oral s*x I’ve had for ages. I never even heard the front door. We were naked. I was splayed out on the bed with toys attached. Mary was really kinky, into all sorts of things. After tying my breasts up with ropes, she spread-eagled my legs and cuffed them to the end of the bed. The ropes had been crisscrossed over so that my t**s stood out like two beacons. She had these great n****e clamps that she’d brought with her. They were attached and I was twisting them, enjoying the exquisite pleasure it was giving me while she was between my legs munching on my p***y, her arse, high up in the air with a vibrating dildo heating her up. It was heaven. Lucy just barged right in, didn’t even knock. The look on her face was priceless. For the first time in her life she was speechless. Mary didn’t care, she just kept on going. Me, with only my hands free, tried to cover up, looking for something on the bed but there was nothing. After glaring at me for a full minute she left slamming the door behind her. Lucy knew I was bi-s****l but always thought I’d grow out of it. I tried to explain it was the best of both worlds, but she didn’t want to hear about it. Anyway, there was nothing I could do about it now. I didn’t think she’d blab to my mother but why bother making her even more angry, so I did what she wanted and promised myself I’d buy the first pair of stilettos I saw and then go home, ring Mary and get rid of my frustrations with an afternoon of great s*x. I had trouble finding a parking spot and had to park quite a distance from the main drag of specialty stores. As I was rounding a corner, I spied an obscure shoe boutique across the road. There was something about the place that intrigued me, so I crossed the road and peered in the window. The shop was empty, but I noticed they had quite a few pair of white stilettos in their window. “Can I help you,” the assistant purred as I entered. This girl was hot. s*x appeal oozed from her. There was seductive background music playing and incense was burning. The atmosphere was charged, and I was pleased I’d come. “Yeah, I’m in my sister’s wedding and she wants me to wear white stilettos. Can you show me a few pair?” I asked. “Oh, sure,” she gushed, clearly eager to please. “Don’t you just love them?” No, I wanted to say, but clearly everyone else thought they were great. After I gave her my shoe size, she rushed off to bring in a few different styles. “Isn’t this one just gorgeous,” she breathed sexily. She was handling the shoe like I handled my dildo. She had this crazy look about her and when she slipped off my old shoe and held my foot in the palm of her hand, I felt that butterfly sensation throughout my stomach. I hadn’t felt like that for years. “You have lovely feet,” she commented. “Err, thanks,” I muttered, I’d never thought about them before and studied them as she set about acquiring the right size. She was kneeling on the floor; her skirt having ridden up, so it was stretched tightly over her gorgeous thighs. My foot was resting on her lap. I could feel the heat emancipating from her over my sole. I peered more closely at this girl. There was definitely something very sexy about her and I was hoping I might get to know her better. “Just slip your foot in and I’ll clasp the strap,” she said, peering up at me through dark lashes With my knee bent this way I knew she could see straight up my dress. I was glad I’d waxed and had on a pair of sexy panties. Her hands ran over my ankles as she fitted the strap around it. They lingered longer than necessary and then she indicated I should place the other foot on her lap. Leaving my leg open I said, “Looks good don’t you think?” I knew she’d be looking up my dress at that moment and not at my foot, so I quickly glanced down at her face. Sure enough, her eyes were glued on me. “Looks really good. I’ll just get that little stool to sit on,” she said, scooting away. I loved to take chances and watched her scurry away from me wondering if I was reading her correctly. I glanced around the shop. Still empty. Just me and her. With any luck this might turn out to be more than just an interesting purchase. Seated on the stool she was a fraction lower than me in height. She had her legs spread, knees up and I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing underwear. She picked up my other foot and placed it straight under her skirt. I pretended I didn’t notice but there was no mistaking the crinkly feel of her pubic hair as my toes wiggled beneath the material of her skirt. She opened her legs wider and my big toe slipped in between her fat p***y flaps. “Hmm, that’s nice,” I said. “Isn’t it though,” she smiled. She held my foot flat against her p***y. My toes were burning as she ground it hard against her. I pressed into her and was pretty sure I felt the nub of her clit, hard against my foot as I flattened it against her. I pulled my foot downwards trying to grab hold of her flaps with my toes. We stared hard at each other and I saw her eyes glaze over, her breathing labored as passion took hold. “I always think it’s nice to offer a foot massage as well. Would you like one?” she asked breathlessly. “Yeah, that would be great,” I said, wondering what she was going to do. “I like to moisten the skin first,” she purred, her eyes flickering towards the front door. Kicking away the stool, she straddled my foot, kneeling down on the floor. She began to ride it like a dog does your leg only she was rubbing her naked p***y over my foot, slipping forward so my toes hit up against her arse cheeks. It felt great. It was something I never would have thought of doing. “Nice,” she whispered. “Oh, yeah,” I said, watching her lick her lips, her tongue deliberately straying over the bottom one longer than necessary. She was so wet, and it was so kinky. “I also like to give a calf massage,” she muttered as her hands slid up to massage my leg. “Even the thigh. Do you think yours needs some attention?” I could only nod. Her fingers kneaded the flesh and my toes wiggled around, trying to rub around her puckered hole. She was smiling at me and shifted her position a fraction, so my toes did indeed rub up and down the crack of her arse. I could barely speak. I was so turned on as her fingers worked their way to the inside of my thighs, inching closer and closer to my panties. She fiddled at the crotch, pulling at the elastic, inching it away from me and then her fingers slipped inside to tug at the material, pushing it aside so she could see my snatch. She breathed in deeply as though taking in my scent. I was so hot I can tell you. Being in this shop with her, a complete stranger, with the possibility of someone, anyone walking through that door was mind blowing and highly erotic. I slid half off the chair. She was fantastic. Her fingers sliding up and down my slit while her p***y rubbed its juices over my foot and ankle. “I always think it’s a good idea to look after feet, don’t you?” The way she was talking you never would have known what she was doing. “Yeah, sure. Why not?” I was overcome with passion, oblivious to everything else until she removed her hand from me. Some potential customers were looking at some shoes in the window. I eyed her watching them and as soon as they moved off, she lifted my foot to her mouth. She fluttered her lips over my foot, lightly kissing every inch, lingering over the tender, ticklish area of the instep and the whole time staring back at me through her long dark lashes. “Oh, God, yeah, that feels good,” I said. Her fingers were back at my p***y, in between the folds, fiddling around. I yanked the material further open for her, saw her eyes widen with pleasure at the sight of my naked cunt. I pulled the hood back over my clit to expose the nub. With her watching I rubbed frantically as she slipped her fingers inside me. “Hmm,” she said between licks. “Very nice.” Her tongue slipped around my toes, in and out of each one, carefully sucking just the tip into her mouth. When she got to the big toe, she swallowed it down, her tongue licking madly, saliva pooling around to leave it encased in her hot little mouth. The whole time her eyes were glued to my gaping p***y. Oh, God, the whole situation was amazing. I rubbed my clit harder, moaning, and squirming on the chair while she sucked harder at my toe and her fingers f****d my p***y, slamming in and out. I couldn’t concentrate on any one thing. My body was on fire, every part of me alive with longing. I wanted her mouth on my cunt but didn’t want her to stop what she was doing with my foot. I rubbed harder, quicker, my juices gushing from me. Then she dropped my foot and flew down to my p***y. I eagerly opened my legs wider and she yanked at my panties, tearing them in her haste, the ripping of the material only heightening my desire. My head fell back, my fingers still holding back the hood while she nuzzled into me, licking and sucking, driving me wild. My body arched with the contraction of another orgasm. I pulled back the hood, holding it open with my fingers while she rubbed my nub with her thumb while continuing to explore with her fingers. “Oh, God,” I screamed louder than I’d intended as my body convulsed, my thighs cramping as she continued to finger-f**k me. “You f*****g horny b***h,” she mumbled as my juices flowed into her hungry mouth and I pushed my pelvis up hard to her mouth, my arse balancing on the very edge of the seat. I wanted more though. I wanted to lick her snatch, taste her juices so I pushed her backwards, her legs falling apart as I flew down between her open thighs and buried myself there. “Oh, please, no,” she moaned. “Someone might see us.” Who the f**k cared after what we’d just done, right there in the shop? “Where’s the back room?” I asked, my tongue searching about her folds while my fingers dug into her arse cheeks, trying to probe her puckered hole. “This way,” she said, scrambling to her feet and grabbing my hand. I hobbled after her into the back room still only wearing one shoe. She turned and we fell into each other’s arms frantically groping each other. She was shorter than me and I leaned back against the table, drawing her into me. We kissed passionately, my tongue searching the recesses of her hot mouth, her tongue flickering around my own as I lifted up her skirt and grabbed hold of her arse cheeks giving one a hard-resounding slap. She went wild then, pushing me onto a table that was covered with shoes. She lifted my skirt high exposing all of me. Tugging at my ripped panties she pulled them down frantically, trying to knock my legs open at the same time. I gasped as she tore them off one leg and they dangled down the other to pool at my ankle. Yanking my knees apart she pushed hard into my open thighs spreading my p***y wider. She devoured me, attacking me like she’d been starved of food, licking, and munching, swallowing me up. “Oh, f**k,” I breathed barely able to speak. Never in my life have I ever been so turned on. She looked up at me, lapping at my clit, a tongue ring slipping over the nub, her eagerness to please me abundant. Her hand fiddled around and then she had a shoe clenched tightly in her fist. She was kissing up the inside of my leg, leaving hot wet tracks wherever she went. I closed my eyes and allowed her to consume me. It was f*****g great. “Hey,” I yelled when something slapped at my p***y. She slapped me again and I half rose to see what she was doing. My p***y lips were on fire. “What…” I began as another slap electrified me. “Hmm, you like it?” she purred. She slapped me again and I saw she had a shoe by the heel and was hitting me with the rest of the sole. Over and over again she continued to slap, heating up my p***y, the stinging turning into exquisite pleasure, especially when her fingers found their way inside and she began to finger f**k me. “Oh, that’s great,” I moaned. Never in my life have I ever felt so f*****g horny. I didn’t care what she did to me as long as she didn’t stop. My juices were flowing out of me as I ripped open the buttons of my shirt and roughly massaged my t**s. “That’s f*****g amazing,” I whispered. “Isn’t it though?” She laughed breathlessly. This girl was incredible. I’ve never experience anything so erotic in all my life. “Get your p***y up here and let me taste you,” I demanded. She climbed up on the table with me and straddled my head. What a picture we would have made if someone had of walked in. Lying there like that eating each other out, surrounded by shoes. I must admit the smell of leather was turning me on as well. I pulled her fat p***y lips down to me. They glistened with her sweet nectar and I took pleasure in licking her clean, nuzzling into her hot cunt. She ground herself over my mouth while something hard entered me. It took me only a second to realize she’d pushed the heel inside me. It felt amazing. With her other hand she pulled the hood back over my clit and her tongue ring flickered madly over it. She was driving me wild and within seconds I felt myself peak. I grabbed hold of her arse, pulled her harder over my face, practically suffocating as my body arched and spasmed as an orgasm gushed from me. “Oh, baby,” she whispered, licking up my juices before focusing back on my clit. “Oh, your p***y looks so sexy.” “f**k me again,” I begged wanting more. She pulled the heel out and began to slap me with the base of the shoe again. I was gyrating all over the place and when she lowered her head again, this time to lick around my puckered hole I picked up a shoe of my own and slapped her hard on the arse with it. “Oh, yeah,” she squealed. “Yeah, do it again.” Encouraged, I hit harder, rubbing my hand over her hot red cheeks after each slap. “Stick it in me, ram it in my hot cunt, quickly,” she squealed. I did and watched as she humped on that little heel like it was a small dildo. “Like that baby?” I asked. “Yeah, yeah, just like that. Faster, do it faster,” she screamed. Her hand searched frantically around the table, knocking shoes onto the floor and then she was back, all assertive pushing a much bigger heel into me. “Open your legs wider,” she screamed. “Oh, yeah, f**k me with it,” I said, thrusting up, my body wanting desperately to come again. “Faster,” she screamed, “much faster.” I slammed it in and out of her and watched her legs quivering as her orgasm peaked and she exploded around the heel. Me, I was coming too and with the doorbell pealing, indicating someone had walked into the shop, we both came together. “Oh, God,” I whispered, watching her juices dribble down onto me. “Keep going,” she whispered, “keep f*****g me with it.” “Is someone there?” a voice asked. “I’ll be there in a minute. I’m just coming,” she said, stifling a laugh at her own joke. She left me there lying on the table to catch my breath while she attended to the customer, her naked p***y juices dribbling down the inside of her thighs. I held a shoe in my hand and placed it flat over my swollen p***y lips. It felt good, having something so hard pushed up against it. I spent the rest of the afternoon with her and my sister was happy when I came home smiling with three pair of shoes for her to choose which pair, she liked the best. Me, I loved them all and I knew that from now on I’d have more respect for women who loved their shoes as well, especially now that I had an insight into why.