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Pussy In Boots

By: Natalya



Around a month ago I came home from work, tired and just ready to slump down in front of the TV all night. I knew that my husband wasn't home yet, we both worked Saturday's, so I headed straight upstairs to the bedroom, ready to relax in a warm bath. I headed into the en-suite bathroom and started the water running. I quickly slipped off my work clothes and was just about to go back into the bathroom getting when I remembered the white box and shopping bag that were in the trunk of my car.

I quickly put on some sweats and headed out to the car to retrieve the box and bag, before bringing them straight upstairs. I slipped off the lid as I set the box down on the bed. Inside were a pair of black patent leather, stiletto, knee high boots. As I settled back into my warm bath I knew straight away that Phil, my husband, was in for a huge surprise.

Let me tell you what he led to my lunch time purchases.

A few nights previous Phil and I were making love, I was straddling Phil and teasing him by repeatedly lowering myself down on top of his cock, but not letting any rhythm be built up. Phil couldn't do anything about it because I'd used a scarf to tie his hands to the top of our bed. We both liked to do this to each other, nothing serious, just enough to allow one of us to be in control. 

"You tease," said Phil.

"What's wrong?" I asked him. "Don't you like me teasing you?"

"You know I do, but you drive me crazy just waiting for you to plunge down on my cock."

"Like this you mean?" I said as I plunged down onto him, feeling his 7 inch cock slide effortlessly into me. It was a feeling that I simply loved and it was so easy to ride him until we both came. I had to fight my own urges.

Phil didn't reply, he was enjoying the feeling of the tight confines of my pussy too much.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"God yes!"

"You'd like me to dress up for you wouldn't you?" I whispered as I again plunged down onto his cock.

"Yes," Phil replied.

"I bet you'd like a tight corset and stockings, perhaps even high boots - make me look like a real dominatrix!"

"And how, just the thought of you dressed like that is enough to make me want to cum deep inside you." 

"Mmmm, me too, Phil. I'd love to fuck you wearing that, to feel you cock swell as soon as you saw me and then to feel you filling me up and making you cum so you have to beg me to stop." 

My mind wandered as the image of fucking my husband in such attire sent the blood pulsing around my body. I used my pussy muscles to grip around Phil's cock as I began to give in to my desires and thrust myself up and down. Talk of our little fantasy seemed to make my pussy even wetter, and I could feel it seeping out and down my thighs. I looked down at Phil and he had his eyes screwed shut, enjoying me fucking his brains out.

I knew that he wouldn't last much longer, the teasing probably making him nearly ready to blow his load, so I reached down and easily found my clit. The first touch sent electricity through my body, and I knew I would cum soon too. I used a finger to make small circles around my swollen clit in time to my thrusting. I seemed to lose control of my breathing as it became erratic. 

Phil could sense my muscles clamping around his cock and this caused his body to move upwards to match my thrusts. It was this intense thrusting and my playing with my clit that set off my orgasm. My breathing stopped altogether as my orgasm rose from my pussy and raced all around my body. I let out a series of low groans before I heard Phil grunt and his cum explode out of his cock and deep into my pussy. I continued to play with my clit, prolonging my orgasm, as I continued to ride the spurting cock inside of me. A minute later I raised myself off Phil's spent cock and untied his hands. 

As I sat there on the bed looking down at the now open box, my heart was racing just recalling that night. 

The reason that it was such a fantasy for Phil and I was because I never wore boots, and I'd only worn stilettos shoes on a few occasions. I usually wore sandals or mules wherever I go, but I knew that Phil found knee length boots very sexy. 

As I stepped out of the bath I knew it was time to put my plan into action. I quickly dried myself off with a towel and began to set my clothes out on the bed. This done, I reached into a bag that I'd brought home with me, some shopping that I'd done on my lunch. I cut off some store tags and then I was ready.

First I put on my new corset that I got from a lingerie store, and I knew as soon as I saw it that it would be a huge turn on, not only for Phil, but for me to wear. It was made from PVC, with lace front detail and a zip up the side to put it on, and under wired cups to make my breasts look stunning. The corset also had attachments to allow stockings to be worn, an important part of my attire for the night.

I put on the new corset and did up the side zip, feeling the full effects of the corset, and then quickly slipped on some black stockings I'd bought from the lingerie shop. As I fastened the last stocking into place I took a look at myself in the mirror. Wow! I looked amazing and it was all I could do not to start playing with my pussy there and then. I resisted though. 

Next I put on a black roll-neck jumper. I then slipped on the first boot for the first time ever and zipped them up. I have to admit, the feeling of knowing what I was wearing and the boots themselves made me feel so horny. I brought the other boot upto my nose and smelled the leather. The boots matched my corset brilliantly, they were patent so they looked like PVC. 

I sat down on the bed and looked longingly at the boot. I don't know what came over me but seconds later I was laid back on the bed with a finger playing with my clit as I ran my free hand over the surface of the boot. And then a kinky idea stuck me. I grabbed hold of my boot and moved it down my body, brining it so that the stiletto heel was at the entrance of my pussy. I slowly eased the heel inside me until the whole five inches was buried inside me. Although it was a little on the thin side compared to my husband's cock, the whole idea of me on our bed fucking myself with my new pair of boots was sending me wild. 

I began to move the heel in and out of my pussy, whilst I rubbed away furiously at my clit. I had no choice but to make myself cum and quick. I came just as the boot entered my pussy again, feeling myself almost pass out with the intensity of my orgasm. 

Minutes later I came too and hurriedly used my towel to dry my sopping pussy. I licked all my juices off the boot and slipped my foot down into it's tight confines, sliding the zip upto the top. My last item of clothing was a long, ankle length, grey skirt. My plan was this, Phil and I were going to the cinema tonight and I was using the clothes to conceal my surprise for later that night. 

Phil arrived home from work minutes after I'd finished getting dressed and he quickly changed. Ten minutes later and we both skipped out of the door, my in my sexy, concealed outfit, and with no panties on!

We arrived home just after eleven after the film, and also a pizza on the way home. As we stepped through the door I turned round, exited that my plan was nearing fruition.

"Sweetie, would you get my purse from the car?" I said to Phil. I'd left it there on purpose, and it would give me a minute to get ready for his return. 

Phil, being the fantastic husband he is, headed out to the car to get my purse.

Quickly I stripped off my jumper and threw it on the couch, followed by my skirt. Throughout the night I'd been so horny, and even slipped off in the pizza restaurant to give myself a little sneaky orgasm. The feeling of knowing what I was wearing was delicious. Phil had no idea, and didn't even notice that I was a little taller than usual. All the better though!

Phil returned and locked the door behind him. I'd switched off the main lights and put on a small table lamp. As he turned around he soon stopped in his tracks. I actually believe that his jaw dropped completely.

"Oh my God!" He exclaimed.

I smiled back at him. "Strip off!"

"What?" "Strip off sweetie. Now!"

Phil still didn't move. 

"I've already fucked myself with one of my boots earlier, and then fingered myself to orgasm in the restaurant...."

"I thought you took your time," Phil interrupted.

"Don't interrupt! And now, I want to make love to you all night so that whenever you think of tonight you'll get hard in an instant!"

I didn't have to ask again. Phil was naked within seconds and he was already hard. My plan was working.

Within a minute Phil and I were upstairs in the bedroom, Phil laid on the bed and me standing to the side, looking down at his gorgeous body and rock hard cock.

"You're all mine tonight babe," I said as I walked over to my bag from earlier and pulled something out. I made sure Phil didn't see. I returned to the bed and clambered on, ending up by straddling Phil's chest. I got Phil to close his eyes and when he'd done so I quickly took my hands from around my back and grabbed hold of this wrists. 

I moved them upto the top of the bed and used the pair of handcuffs that I'd bought to secure them. Phil snapped open his eyes and looked up at his locked hands.

"I've got you know," I said, staring into his eyes. "I don't have the key. I mailed it today, and it'll arrive in tomorrow's post."

"But," stammered Phil, "It's Sunday tomorrow, there's no post."

"Oh, I forgot, you'll have to be mine until Monday then!"

I hadn't forgotten and I think he knew. I got up off the bed and headed out of the bedroom, to let Phil think about what was to come. Twenty minutes later I returned and saw that Phil was still hard and ready.

"What do you think of my outfit?" I asked as I sat on the bed. I grabbed hold of his cock and begin to slowly masturbate him.

"Fucking amazing, you could make me cum so quickly I'm so turned on."

With that I lowered my head to my husband's cock I immediately took him into my mouth, using my tongue to lick the sensitive part on the underneath of the tip of his penis. I began to build up a steady rhythm, licking around the tip and along then shaft, then sliding his whole length into my mouth. I also began to use my hand at the base of his shaft to masturbate him at the same time. I tasted several drops of his pre-cum and I knew that if I carried on that he'd blow his load in my mouth. This wasn't the plan though. 

Without warning I stopped, moved away from his cock and brought my mouth upto his. "Would you like to cum in my mouth?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Tough, you'll have to earn anything from me tonight."

With that I straddled his chest again and brought my pussy up to his face. I let him inhale the smell of my free flowing juices before moving closer and letting Phil's tongue find its way to my clit. I put my hands behind his head and forced him closer to my aching crotch. Instantly he found the right spot and lapped away at my clit, quickly moving up and down, as I ground my hips in small circles.

This was my plan, and how I was enjoying it to the full. My orgasm crept up on my quickly, and I was soon moaning and groaning onto my husband's tongue as my spine tingled continuously. When I regained some strength I moved off the bed and retook my position over Phil's still hard cock. I began again by licking Phil's balls, and sucking them into my mouth, before kissing and licking the shaft. I was again deliberately teasing him and I loved it, and I knew Phil was too.

I took Phil into my mouth and started thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, using my hand to bring him off. This time when I tasted pre-cum I didn't relent and increased my momentum. I could hear Phil groaning and could feel his hips raising off the bed. With a final groan I felt Phil's balls tighten and then cum was spurting out of his cock and into my waiting mouth. I carried on sucking and masturbating his cock until there was no more cum left. 

I moved up to Phil's head and looked in directly in the eye as I swallowed all of his cum that was in his mouth. Phil went to kiss me but I pulled away and left the bedroom again. I returned ten minutes later, to find Phil still nice and secured to the bed, and his cock half limp.

"This won't do," I said as I saw the state of his cock. "I want to fuck you now."

And I did. I straddled Phil and teased him even more initially, but I had to give in and I fucked his brains out again but didn't let him cum until I'd had several orgasms. I did let him cum though, several more times that night and I never once took off my sexy lingerie. I eventually unlocked Phil's handcuffs the morning after, after we'd both gotten some sleep. I'd lied when I said that I didn't have the key. But the idea seemed to turn him on even more. When I released him, Phil licked the whole length of my body, from my boots upto my corset, and then when he'd removed my lingerie, we made love so slowly and had the most awesome sex ever.

A few other interesting things have happened since that night, but they'll keep until another time...

Pussy In Boots



This story is set fifteen years ago before I was married.

It was a cold, crisp evening and my thigh high boots clip-clopped along the pavement as I walked. I pulled the thick, long coat tighter around me to try and keep out the worst of the weather. I was on my way to see my latest boyfriend at his mother's house. 

His mother was away so he had invited me for dinner. Dave was staying there temporarily while he waited to move into a new apartment. Dinner and a night alone with him sounded like heaven. I couldn't wait.

As I reached the house I slipped slightly on the icy path and pulled my thigh awkwardly. It hurt a little but I recovered as best I could and rang the door bell. It was opened by a beautiful girl with long blonde hair and a very low cut dress. Her breasts were nearly spilling out and her blue eyes were full of fun and mischief. 

Had I got the wrong address? Or worse, was my boyfriend fucking someone else? All sorts of combinations shot through my mind. She just smiled at my confusion and said, "Hi! I'm Dave's sister, Clare."

"Oh, you're his sister?" I mumbled stupidly as I stepped into the hallway.

"Yes, she's my sister," said Dave, as he came to towards me and kissed me on the cheek. "She and her husband are having dinner with us, and also my friend, James, is here as well."

"Oh"

This wasn't what I was expecting or, in truth, what I really wanted.

"Shall I take your coat?" asked Clare.

"Oh," I mumbled again. She must have thought my vocabulary was very limited.

Clare and Dave looked at me waiting for an answer.

"The thing is," I said, trying to string a coherent sentence together, "Erm, could I see you alone for a minute, Dave."

"Sure, come upstairs to my room."

On reaching his room he said, "What on earth is wrong with you tonight?"

"Well it's this," I answered.

"Oh my God … oh … wow … but … oh." 

It was now his turn to lose his power of clear speech. I had undone my coat and dropped it to the floor. I was standing completely naked other than for my thigh high boots. My skin was gleaming with the special oils I had carefully massaged into myself and my pussy was smooth and hairless.

"I thought it would be just us two for dinner," I explained.

"Oh wow. You look amazing. I love the boots and your … God, you look hot."

He closed in on me and was soon kissing my neck and shoulder, his hands running over my back and bottom. I could feel him getting aroused, his hardness began to press against me. I wanted him to just fuck me, as I had planned, and then do with me whatever he wished. His mouth was now on my nipples, sucking and licking them. I somehow pulled away and said, "Dinner. Your sister."

"Oh yes. Dinner. But you can't go down like that! I know, you'll have to wear one of my mother's dresses."

"You've got to be joking!"

But there was no alternative. I picked out a golden flowery thing from her wardrobe. It sort of fitted, in an old fashioned way, but it was made of very thin silky material. My perky nipples thrust through and the silkiness was clinging to my well oiled bottom, thighs and tummy like a second skin.

"Jesus! Mother never looked sexy in that dress, that's for sure."

I did my best to compose myself and we went downstairs to join the others and to, hopefully, enjoy our meal. 

Dinner went okay. The three men seemed to delight in glancing at my nipples and my unrestrained breasts. This made me feel so sexy. Clare also looked incredible as I knocked back the wine. Her breasts and cleavage kept me entertained. I watched them swell as she breathed in and then deflate slightly as she exhaled. I was hoping she would breath extra deep and her nipples would burst free. What would they be like? While I kept watch we got on just great and chatted away like we had known each other for years.

"I saw you were limping a little when you came into the house," she said.

"I pulled my thigh a bit on the path," I told her.

"I'll have a look at it, if you want, after dinner. I'm a physiotherapist."

"Thanks," I agreed. Well it would have been rude to refuse, wouldn't it?

With the dinner debris cleared away Clare took me into one of the unused rooms and locked the door behind her.

"Right, lets have a look at that leg of yours. Sit in the armchair over there."

I did as instructed and she knelt next to me. I looked down her impressive cleavage as she lifted my leg in her delicate hands.

"This boot will have to come off," she said and she lifted the hem of my dress upwards. There was a zip on the inside of the boot, but this was high on my thigh. My dress was soon level with my pussy. She then realised my nakedness and almost gasped, "My brother is some lucky guy."

She lifted the dress higher, nearly to my tummy button and licked her red, full lips. Her fingers found the zip and she slowly pulled it downwards so that my boot could be removed. Once this had been done she began to manipulate my leg and bend it in various directions. 

I was breathing quite heavily as I looked down at my lower exposed regions. I felt sure that Clare was moving my leg more and more to one side so that my pussy would be fully on display.

"I'll massage your thigh."

"Right."

Her hands started at my knee and agonisingly slowly rubbed and pummelled my flesh. Gradually her hands moved higher.  I allowed my other leg to 'accidently' drift sideways. I wanted Clare to have an unhindered views of my secret valley.

Eventually she reached the very top of my thigh and her fingers began to smooth the outer layers of my cunt. It felt so unbelievably sensual that I couldn't help by spread my legs further apart. She took the hint and one of her hands started gently stroking my pussy. I trembled with desire and wanting. One of her fingers easily pushed between my moistened lips. I let out a deep sigh as her digit pushed further inside me. I was breathing heavy, my heart pounding away as another finger joined her first. I wanted more but she withdrew her glistening fingers, her bright red finger nails covered with my juices.

I was almost pleading for her to continue. She placed one hand each side of my vaginal lips and pulled them wide apart. My pink wetness was now fully opened and on display. I could see a look of lust in her blue eyes as she moved her head forward. Her tongue started to lick deep inside my spread open cunt and I could feel my orgasm forming as my internal muscles spasmed slightly. Then there was a knock on the door. "Damn!" I thought.

"Are you nearly done?" called my boyfriend.

"Yes, won't be much longer. We are nearly there now."

"Okay, don't be too long."

Clare's mouth returned to my cunt and she spread my lips again, this time to open up and expose my hard clit. 

"My what a big one," she said and she started to slowly suck on my magic bulbous button. I couldn't hold back any longer and cried out as I orgasmed, my body shaking with pleasure. I was grabbing at my tits as I did so, pulling on my nipples through the silky material of the dress.

I came back to earth as Clare said, "It's a pity, but we'd better join the others."

I pulled my boot back on, zipped up the side and stood up facing Clare. We kissed gently and I could taste my pungent juices on her lips. My hands reached to feel her delicious looking boobs.

"Can I see them quickly?" I asked.

She smiled, undid two buttons at the top of her dress and pulled her bra down so that her tits bounced free. They were like white globes, rounded and soft with magnificent proud pink, puffy nipples. I kissed each one before she adjusted her dress.

We went to join the others. My thigh was still aching but I felt much better!

We all had a fun evening until after midnight laughing and chatting away. Then James and Clare's husband said they were leaving. They had arranged to go to a football match, somewhere in the Midlands, and had to be up early in the morning.

"What about you Clare?" I asked.

"I'm staying here for the night," she smiled.

"Oh!" I was back to my monosyllable self.

"Bedtime, I think," said Dave.

I agreed as I was desperate to be fucked. Clare kissed me on the cheek, said goodnight and then whispered in my ear, "Have fun."

Dave and I went up to his room, "Keep your boots on, please."

I did what I had to in the bathroom, and stripped myself of the dress so I was standing naked except for my boots.

"Fuck, you look so hot," Dave whispered quietly in my ear pulling me to him.

He let go of me to undress and I spread myself on the bed while he went to the bathroom. I stroked my smooth pussy while I waited. 

Dave returned to the room his penis hard and upright. It wasn't over big, just an average size, but it looked very sexy as it bounced against his tummy as he walked towards me. He lay next to me and reached for a drawer in his bedside cabinet. He took out a condom. I told him there was no need as I was on the Pill but he didn't seem to listen and, to my disappointment, rolled the rubber over his hardness.

There was very little foreplay and Dave soon moved on top of me, his condom clad cock nudging at my entrance. He didn't have to knock for long as I lifted my leather booted legs around his waist drawing him inside me. I wished so much that he was bare back, so he could fill me up with his sperm, but it wasn't to be. 

His cock slipped easily in and out of my very wet cunt as he gave me his full length over and over. I was kicking his bottom now with my boots wanting him deeper and harder He let out an animalistic grunt and he came. I did my best to orgasm with him but somehow, it wasn't quite right for me.

"Fucking great," he said.

"Mmmmm," I agreed, hoping he'd be up to second helpings soon.

We cuddled for a while talking about nothing in particular. I encouraged him to suck on my tits hoping that would be the start of something big. This he did and after a few minutes he was getting quite enthusiastic about what he was doing - and so was I. I could feel his cock hardening.

He moved away from me, "I'm just nipping to the bathroom for a minute," and I watched him walk out of the room, his penis slapping playfully against his nice flat, taut tummy.

"Yummy," I thought to myself , "I'll enjoy sucking on that."

I lay back on the bed fully, my boots still on, opened my legs wide and tested my temperature and moisture level. Both were very high!

With my eyes closed one of my fingers roamed over my pussy, and then I heard a movement in the room. I presumed it was Dave. But it wasn't.

Standing next to me was Clare, completely naked. I looked up at her rounded, swinging breasts and at the whispy blonde hair covering her pussy. She was holding a lighted candle which she placed on the bedside cabinet. She turned the other lights off.

I was wondering what had happened to Dave but she lay down next to me and caressed my hair gently. Her lips touched my neck and shoulder and shivers of delight shot down my spine. Her hands moved to my tummy, round and round they went, tickling and fondling gently until they contacted my bald pubic mound. She squeezed the flesh in one hand before a finger reached to touch my actual pussy. 

Her touch was like that of an angel and I was ready to fly away with her to heights unknown. Then I returned to earth as I saw that Dave had entered the room. I wondered what he would say to seeing the two of us entwined, but he didn't utter a word as he lay behind Clare with one arm looped around her waist. I didn't know what to think, but Clare's hands were taking me back to heaven as her fingers slipped between my swollen cunt lips.

Suddenly Clare let out a loud moan, a sexual sound, and her bottom pushed back at her brother. Dave lifted her upper leg and I watched in disbelief as his cock entered her pussy. I could just make out her sexual lips, limpet like, almost sucking him in deeper.

"No", I thought, "This can't be happening, not with his sister."

But it was and Clare sighed with pleasure as Dave slowly started to fuck her from behind. I didn't know what to do. Should I leave? But I was so aroused that I just watched instead. Dave turned Clare on her back and mounted her in the traditional position. I watched his cock glide in and out of her cunt. They were both moaning gently as they continued their love making.

I'm ashamed to say that my own hand moved down to my pussy and like some excited voyeur I plundered my soaking cunt, finger fucking myself with abandon. I knew they were approaching orgasm and suddenly Clare cried out, "I love you," as her body convulsed in pleasure and release. I could tell that Dave had cum with her, his seed spilling out deep inside her velvet walls. 

I groaned myself and orgasmed, lifting my pelvis high as my fingers slurped in and out of my cunt. My juices were spilling onto my hand and I came again calling out to Dave, "You bastard, you bastard.". I did my best to gain control of my body and lay still asking myself, "Why did he cum inside her, without a condom, but he wouldn't with me?"

The room was quiet and still. I could hear the clock ticking and my heart thumping.

Clare's hand reached out to touch my breasts. As much as I wanted her, desperately wanted her, I turned my back on them both and curled up. I awoke about an hour later, took off my boots, and went back to sleep. I was on my own.

In the morning I showered and then dressed in the only clothes I had: my boots and Dave's mother's dress. I went downstairs. Only Clare was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee.

"Hello," she smiled, her face aglow with vigour and health. She looked wonderful, like a woman in love.

"Can you explain, please," I asked.

"About Dave and me?"

"Yes."

Clare's face dropped a little and she brushed her hair away from her face. "We've been lovers since I was seventeen and he was fifteen. I was his first fuck …"

"But you are his sister," I interrupted.

"Yes, but it's only sex and we enjoy it. We are not hurting anyone …"

Again I interrupted, "But I feel hurt," tears were welling up in my eyes.

"Oh darling", she said, "I'm sorry, we shouldn't have done that in front of you. It was all of the wine we drank."

"I'd better go," and the first tear trickled down my cheek.

I got up, collected my big topcoat, wrapped it tightly around me and, slightly limping, made for the door.

Clare walked with me, handing me her card.

"Please come and see me. I'll have a proper look at your leg for you."

She put her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine. I could feel her breasts squashing against me. I didn't want to respond but I did briefly returning her kiss passionately. I came to my senses and pulled away. The cold wind would soon cool my desires. I set off on my walk home.

As the door closed behind me, I heard Clare whisper, "Bye Pussy in Boots." 



Pussy in Boots?



I was on my lunch-break when I saw them, the most beautiful shoes in the world. They were red, a shade darker than blood, and they captivated my. They were exquisitely shaped, the heels were tall and elegant, then curving down, with the grace of a wave, to the toe. The detail was gorgeous: at first they looked plain red, but as I walked closer to the window I could see that they were decorated with tiny silver flowers, and miniature gems that caught the light in an impossible sparkle. They looked both impressive and comfortable, the right shape to gently hold my foot, without forcing it, without awkwardness. They were elegant, graceful, utterly, astonishingly beautiful. I knew I had to have them.

I pushed open the shop door, and somewhere overhead a bell jangled, announcing my arrival to the young man behind the till. He looked up, smiled, and looked down again. He obviously wasn't being paid enough to be friendly. It had obviously been a quiet morning.

"Excuse me," I said, after a cursory glance around the shop, "could I try on the red shoes in the window?"

"Of course, ma'am" he said, and he fetched the shoes for me. As he leaned into the window display I could see the shape of his tight little buttocks inside his cotton black trousers. He brought the shoes to me.

"Size fours," he said. I sat down and began to take off my boots. They were fairly sensible coffee-brown boots, calf-length. They weren't really my best, but a good pair of skinny jeans covered most of them. I slipped them off, and pulled off my socks. I slipped my right foot into the red shoe, and it felt as if it had been made for me. So soft, so cool, against my skin. Wonderful.

"They're gorgeous," said the salesman, suddenly interested.

"I know," I said, slipping on the left shoe. I wondered what had caught his attention: perhaps I'd left a bit too much of my shirt unbuttoned when I leant forward, perhaps he had a thing for pretty feet. I stood up, and strutted across the shop, doing that catwalk-walk that I'd perfected, one foot in front of the other, with a little sway of the hips on each step. I strutted to the mirror, then back, then perched myself on the edge of his desk.

"They're lovely, and I think they fit but..." I paused, "... they might be a bit tight at the back."

He knelt down in front of me, and held my foot as if it were the most precious thing he had ever held. He ran his fingers up the shoe, than touched my ankle, the deft touches of a man with years of training, and a sympathy for feet.

"That's a good fit," he assured me, still kneeling in front of me.

"They are lovely," I said, "but I really couldn't afford them at the moment, my student loan isn't in yet."

He smiled up at me, somewhat awkwardly, and I continued,

"I could give you..." I stopped.

"Give me what?"

"No, it's silly,"

"What?"

I laughed. "I was going to suggest if I gave you a handjob, if you'd give me the shoes."

I waited for him to negotiate, to demand more in payment, perhaps he'd make me suck him off, perhaps a frantic fuck in the back office, but he was too shocked to say anything. He probably spent his whole life waiting for a pretty blonde woman willing to do anything for a pair of shoes, but when she eventually arrived, he was too shocked to do anything. 

"Okay," he said. I took a step closer to him.

"There's a stockroom at the back," he said. I ignored him. We were hidden from the door by the desk, and there was plenty of room for me to hide if I needed to.

"Now, let's see what's hidden in there?"

He unbuttoned his fly and clumsily struggled with the zip while I knelt in front of him, rubbing my hands together. It was already erect, about average size, rather thinner than I expected.

"It's enormous," I lied. I saw it swell with pride. I took a firm grip on the shaft with my right hand, and gently pressed my left palm against the head, stroking gently. I could already tell it wasn't going to take long.

"Uh," he said.

There's something dirty about a handjob, however romantically it's meant. Maybe it's the lack of physical contact, or the lack of eye-contact. I get absolutely no pleasure from it whatsoever, and the man always wants more. It makes for reasonable foreplay, but only as the introduction to a blowjob, and then a good hard fuck. But here there was nothing, just seven inches of bulging flesh between me, and the most beautiful shoes in the world.

"Uh, uh, uh," he groaned. He'd bend his knees slightly, and was gently rocking himself back and forth. I knew he'd be coming soon, and if I was playing another game, this would be the moment to slip him into my mouth, but he hadn't asked for that.

"Uh, uh, uh," he said. I wanted a tissue, a cloth, a scarf, something to catch it when he came. There was nothing within reach but a little pair of black patent-leather shoes, size 3, very small, very cute, with little pointy toes. They would do.

"Tell me when you're gonna come,"

"Uh, uh, now, ohmigod."

I felt him tighten, and pulled the shoe from the shelf. The warm white smear shot into its cool leather interior, and he groaned. I leant down, bringing my mouth tantalizingly close to his cock.

"I'll wear the red shoes now," I said, standing up, "give me a bag for my old ones."

Obediently, he walked to the counter and handed me a carrier bag. "Thanks," I said, shoving one of my boots into the bag.

"Can I, er," he stammered.

I ignored him, and headed for the door.

"One more thing..." I added.

"Yes"

"...usually I'd fuck for shoes."

~~~

He was not the first. I'm not a whore or anything, only when it comes to beautiful shoes, (and occasionally dresses, and handbags). It's mainly students who work in the shops, and I assure you, students aren't the sex-crazed libertarians you think they are. Most of them are utterly-desperate to get laid. I've done the same thing in a lot of shops, and no-one has ever turned me down.

I finished uni three years ago, but I never really left. I got a job in the library archives, larking around with old books, making impressionable young students fall desperately in love with me, and then engaging in bouts of wild sex in the 18th century literature archive. It helps keep me in shape (they can be very energetic sometimes) and it helps keep the boredom away.

But ehen I'm not wearing glasses and doing the 'fuckable intellectual' act, I go to the student nights. My uni staff ID gets me in, and then I can take my pick of whoever I want. I don't like to boast, but again, no-one's ever turned me down. I do have a fantastic body. Sometimes I step out of the shower, and glimpse myself in the mirror, then stand there, rubbing my hands up and down my body and thanking God that I was this lucky. Then sometimes, if I think no-one's around, I'll make a dash from the bathroom to my bedroom. I like a bit of risk.

I share my house with three other people -- I know I could afford somewhere better, but I like the student lifestyle, and the company, at least until I find someone to properly settle down with. My housemates are Holly, Alexa, and Dan. Holly was on my course, so we've known each other for years, Alexa is a Chinese postgrad, and Dan's doing his PhD. I know Dan really, really, really wants to fuck me, but I'm going to wait until he does something about it. For the last six-months I've been teasing him, laying on the sofa in my bikini, leaving my panties around the house, wearing short skirts, and watching him trying not to stare. He's really cute.

I have forty-three pairs of shoes, and I paid for about a quarter of them. The others were acquired through sleazy encounters with shop-staff and managers. I can remember each of them, each pair has its own memories. My blue pumps were a blowjob for a guy called Nigel in Clarks, my black court-shoes were a night with Jemima from Stead and Simpson, my stripper-boots were ten minutes with a rampant rabbit and Becky in Shoe Express, my sandals were a gorgeous tanned Australian in a little shed on a deserted beach.

~~~

It was the stripper boots that started it. I was enjoying a lucid half-dream, one with a strong latino man who morphs from one filmstar face to another as he bangs me senseless, and I feel his dark nipples and his six-pack rubbing against me, and him pressing up so deep inside me, in positions the sorts of gymnastic positions I couldn't achieve in real life. I slowly awoke, and was aware of something there, between my thighs. I reached down, and found my stripper-boot, heel upwards. It was soaking wet, and it was obvious what I'd been doing with that heel. I must have been like a hormonal teenager, reaching out in my sleep and finding the first thing that would fit inside me. I was older than this, more grown-up -- I had other things to use -- things that wouldn't leave my boots smelling of sex. But whatever I'd been doing with them, I'd be doing something right: I'd enjoyed it, and I was completely soaking wet. I toweled myself down, changed the sheets, and took a shower. 

The next night it happened again. In my dream it was a gentle man, taking me delicately, softly, as if he was scared he would hurt me. He coaxed me and whispered to me, and stroked his hands along me, then gently pressed himself in. When I awoke, my white shoes were between my legs, (the ones that I wore when I was a bridesmaid at Naomi's wedding). Their tiny heels had been only just enough to satisfy me, but they had been wonderful.

But something wasn't right. Those shoes were kept at the back of the wardrobe -- surely I hadn't sleepwalked across the room, found them, and brought them back to bed. There were so many other things I could have used. Perhaps I had a sleepwalking-shoe-fetish that I didn't know about -- I needed to find out.

"Holly?" I said.

"Yeah"

"Do you mind if I put my shoes in your room tonight?"

"Why?"

"It's not important, I just think I've got too many in my room -- I'd like to see what it's like without them -- they wouldn't stay there for long."

"Okay then."

The dream I had that night was glorious. I can't remember it exactly, but I was in a toga, with soft fabric all over me, and the Roman Emperor wanted me for his wife. I didn't want him, so I escaped with his slave, riding on the backs of tigers. And then me and the slave were in the gladiator arena, and hundreds of people were watching us undressing each other, and he was going to fuck me on the sand, but he was too big, as long as his own arm, and as wide as his fist, and it was pressing against me, but I was too tight for him.

I awoke, and my thick-soled sandals were on the bed, the wide curve of the flat heel pressed against me. I was desperately wet, but there was no way those shoes were ever going to fit. But the shoes had been in Holly's room -- I was sure I hadn't walked along the hallway, into her room, got the shoes, then come back. I'd never sleepwalked before, (it's just not the sort of thing I do). Maybe Holly had done it for a joke, just put the shoes in my bed, and left my imagination to do the rest. But it didn't seem like her sort of thing.

But somehow the shoes had known. When it was stripper-boots, I had been a whore in my dream; with bridesmaids shoes I was a virgin; with sandals I was a roman. Maybe I'd have something with every pair of shoes, forty-three nights of fantasy. I looked through my shoes -- walking boots didn't look promising, and I'd be reluctant to rub anything that muddy as that against my clit, but some of my kinkier boots looked like they'd be fun. Some of them looked quite dangerous -- I didn't think I'd be loose enough to cope with some of them, but I'd be willing to try...

No, I had to stop it. I couldn't do it every night. And I didn't even finger myself any more. If I wanted a fuck, I'd go to a club and flutter my eyelids at a man: I didn't need this dirty world of heels and hairbrush-handles. And I had to stop myself using the shoes.

"You're boyfriend was very loud last night," Holly said, as I came out of the bathroom.

"What do you mean?"

"We all heard him, stomping up the stairs, and then you -- you were very, er, vocal -- I wondered what he was doing to you."

"Sorry," I said, not understanding. "are you sure?"

"Yeah, we could all hear you -- I'm surprised the neighbours didn't come round to complain -- he must have been -- well, you must have really enjoyed it."

"I didn't come into your room did I?" I asked

"I don't know where you came," she smiled, "but no, I was up most of the night, and I didn't see anyone come in."

"Sorry, " I said.

Something was wrong. There had been no boyfriend, no-one else in the house, and I hadn't gone in to Holly's room to get the shoes. Somehow, the shoes had come to me -- they'd stomped their way upstairs, and sneaked themselves into my bed and into my dreams. It was impossible, but it was the only possible answer -- the shoes were alive.

So that night I stayed awake. I sat in my bed, constantly telling myself that shoes were not alive, that they couldn't come to life, and I was being stupid. I was a grownup girl, and this was stupid. Maybe I need a boyfriend. Or at least a fuck. It had been at least a fortnight, if you didn't count wanking off a shop assistant. I wondered about going to Dan's room, and having a little 'chat', and seeing if he would satisfy me, and put these silly ideas out of my head.

But then I heard the footsteps on the landing, and the door creaked open. It was them, the red shoes. They walked in, as if on the feet of an invisible woman, and strutted their way to my bed. I couldn't tell what the fantasy would be -- they weren't ballet shoes, not school-shoes, not party shoes -- maybe there would be nothing, because I was awake. I laid back on the bed, stared at the ceiling, and waited for them to ravish me. I gently spread my thighs, and felt the shoes jump onto the bed. They didn't go straight between my legs but strutted around me, the left shoe gently rubbing himself against the outside of my right thigh, the right shoe standing on my stomach. I reached out to hold him, but he jumped away. It was weird, but it was kind-of sexy, teasing. Those shoes knew exactly what they were doing, where to touch me. The left shoe made his way to my foot, and rubbed against it, gently nuzzling against the toes, soft as a tongue, gentle and warm. Oh my god it was wonderful. The right shoe rubbed his sole along my thigh, then worked closer in. He didn't go in with the heel first, but touched with the toe, strong but tender, as if to sense me. 

I groaned, and the shoes moved closer. I felt so empty, like I needed something to hold, something to rub myself against, but all I had was empty air. I pressed myself against the bed, willing them to take me. It was gorgeous, to have them rubbing over me, but I wanted more. I wriggled, and the shoes jumped away, then pressed themselves against my side, urgently. I rolled over, onto my hands and knees. That was what they wanted. The right heel toyed with me, his toe toward my tummy, his heel pressing lightly into me. The left heel was further back, between my buttocks. They couldn't do that, not both at the same time. Oh god.

Holly banged on the wall: "I'm trying to sleep in here."

The tall heels thrust their way into me. It was wonderful, like nothing I've ever had before. Holly wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight. But I didn't need to imagine a man. I was fucking shoes -- they'd all I'd ever really loved, and all those years of shopping and shining and polishing, and the pain of wearing too-small-shoes, and the backache from high heels, and the blisters, and the laces, and the buckles -- finally I was having what I desired, what I'd always desired, but never realised.

"Shuddup in there," yelled Holly. She wouldn't be sleeping tonight, not while the shoes were being so sensitive to me, while the soft leather rubbed itself onto me, into me, against me. I hoped it would never be over. They were amazing.

But when I woke they were there, beside the bed, stood obediently, silently, motionlessly, no evidence of the night before. I dressed, and slipped them onto my feet, soft as before, and as gorgeous in the mirror. Later, I walked down the street I knew what they were, what they had done, but we said nothing, just strutted with a gorgeous confidence. People stared, people smiled, but no-one knew what had happened in that dark room, and never will they know.

But it's never happened again -- for so many hours I've watched them in the darkness, waited for the boots to again awaken, or waited to hear footsteps on the stairs, but they were silent. And still I wait, hoping it wasn't a flight of imagination. But I fear I shall never know. 



Pussy In Boots Ch. 2



Around a week after the most amazing night where I'd worn my kinky lingerie and my sexy knee high boots I was sound asleep. Phil and I both had the work that day, and I had a really important meeting to attend. I work up early, around seven, and went to get out of bed and head straight into the shower. I opened my eyes and everything was pitch black. I went to move my hands but found that I couldn't. As I moved my hands I heard the rustle of metal and for a moment thought that I was still asleep and dreaming.

"Phil," I called out, my mind in panic.

"Yeah," he replied.

"What's going on?"

"Oh nothing, just my turn to make you earn things!"

"What," I was starting to panic a little, "I can't, we can't! I've got an important day at work..."

Phil cut me off. "I know. Don't worry you'll get to work, but there's just a few things first. You don't need a shower, you had one last night so I thought that I'd just blindfold you and handcuff you so that I can help you get dressed."

"What, don't be silly, uncuff me now!"

Phil didn't respond. I felt him get up off the bed and heard him walk across the bedroom. I heard the shower being turned on and presumed that he was leaving me just as I was until he'd been showered. Whilst Phil was in the shower I tried to free myself but he'd cuffed me to the bed, just like I'd done that night last week to him. The image of that night flashed through my mind and I felt my pussy begin to moisten almost immediately.

Ten minutes later and I heard the water stop running, closely followed by Phil entering the bedroom again. I could feel Phil's physical presence as he neared the bed and I felt the bed sink as he moved over toward me. The next thing I felt were his hands parting my thighs and then his hot breath on my crotch. I felt myself catch my breath as he surprised me.

I didn't protest and eagerly allowed Phil access to my now aching pussy. I felt his kisses begin on my thighs and then over my mound, and then he parted my pussy lips with his fingers and, with some relief, planted his tongue on my swollen clit. 

"Mmmm I love what you're doing," I moaned, "But I really have to get to work."

"Five minutes honey, then you can get ready."

I accepted this, and my mind relaxed into the tongue licking that my clit was receiving. My juices were by now pouring out of my cunt and I knew that I would be cumming real soon. But Phil stopped before I had chance.

The next thing I knew Phil had moved up my body and slipped his cock straight into my pussy. I knew then that Phil just wanted morning sex, and I warmed to the thought of my husband shooting his cum deep inside me. 

This was different though. Normally we both like it slow and tender, but Phil immediately began thrusting into me really hard and I could feel the friction of his body rubbing against my clit. Phil was pulling his cock out of my pussy, stretching my lips, before thrusting deep inside me again. No words were said. We were both moaning and breathing deeply, and I could hear the sound of Phil's balls hitting my butt.

"Honey. I'm going to cum now!" I heard Phil groan between thrusts.

"Just a little longer," I replied, clamping my muscles around his cock, but it was too late. I felt Phil tense above me and then felt his body shudder as his cock began spurting his creamy cum deep into my pussy. His cock seemed to twitch for an age as this cum continued to seep into me.

As he began to go soft Phil left me and moved straight off the bed. I expected him to release me. He didn't.

I heard the closet doors open. Seconds later Phil returned to the bed. He grabbed hold of my legs and seemed to fit them into some panties or something. He pulled up the panties and my heart skipped a beat as they reached my crotch. 

"What the hell!" I snapped.

Phil had begun to feed something into my pussy, it felt like some kind of dildo, and I squirmed and moaned as he did so. I tried to wriggle on the bed but it was no good, the dildo was fully inside me. I then felt Phil's hand run around my mound and the dildo before moving round to my ass. I think I knew what was coming. Sure enough Phil fed a little butt plug of some sort into my ass and I moaned even loader at this. 

When both my holes were full Phil moved the panties up fully, smoothing them out over my mound and then seemed to fiddle with something around the hips. They were so tight, and I could feel the dildo and butt plug really pressing deep inside me.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

Phil didn't reply. Again he left me and returned to the closet. He returned and began to cover my legs in something, I couldn't guess what though, but it felt like some kind of powder. After he did this to both legs I felt him hold one of my legs up in the air. He fed my foot into something that felt slightly tight and then proceeded to roll something up the whole length of my leg, repeating this with my other leg. I guessed they were stockings of some sort.

Again he left the bed and returned to the closet. He returned and told me to lift my back up off the bed. I had no choice and as I did so I felt him slide something under me. I moved back down onto the bed and felt Phil bring something over my chest. I think I knew immediately that it was the black PVC corset that I'd worn last week. I knew it was when I heard the side zip being pulled up. Only it was different, there was another sound even after the zip was fully to the top. I was intrigued and getting very horny. Phil attached the stockings to the corset and then left me again. 

He returned seconds later and fed my feet into what I knew instantly were the black, knee high boots I'd bought the week earlier.

"There, you're dressed and nearly ready for work!" 

"Don't be silly, I can't wear whatever I've got on to work," I said as I felt Phil uncuff my hands. He lifted me off the bed and walked me across the room, presumably towards the full length mirror we had in the bedroom.

He untied my blindfold and my eyes took a while to grow accustomed to the light. I glanced into the mirror and was transfixed as I stared at my reflection. Indeed I was wearing the shiny black PVC corset, and my black boots, but it was the other items that astonished me. Instead of my lace top stockings I had black latex stockings attached to my corset, and black latex panties.

My look as I glanced at Phil said it all. He had to be kidding.

"I had your corset slightly altered honey. See the zip..."

I looked closely at the zip through the mirror.

"It has a small padlock over it so that the only way that you can take it off is to use the key. And the stockings, I had the attachment altered. The clips fit into a small lock at the top of the stockings to keep them all snug against you. They too cannot be removed unless you have the key. Oh, and the panties, they have locks on either side so you can't take them off."

"Unless I have the key right?"

"Right!" Smiled Phil.

"So give me the key! Now!"

"I don't have it!"

"Stop fooling around, give me the key. I can't go to work dressed like this! How the hell can I concentrate with my pussy and ass filled with toys that will have me cumming all day!"

Phil's face grew serious. "The keys are in an envelope that I'll get at work today. I'll give you the keys tonight. I put the boots on you so you can wear your trouser suit and cover your latex clad legs. Don't worry, the little butt plug and the dildo will keep you aroused all day and ensure that your pussy is filled with my cum all day!"

I just glared at Phil. He walked upto me and kissed me on the lips. I responded and felt a thrill pulse through my whole body. If this was the way I was going to spend my day, then so be it. I think I secretly was already looking forward to the thrill of feeling so damn horny all day.

"I love you," said Phil as he headed for work.

"I love you too!" I responded. I had no choice but to get ready for work, dressed in my kinky clothes! My first concern though was that Phil had dressed me without even letting me go to the bathroom. As I headed to the toilet I made a mental note to drink as little as possible that day, otherwise things were going to be tricky. I sat down on the toilet and soon my latex panties were being filled with my warm pee. I tried all I could to move my panties to one side but to no avail, they were so tight against my mound that all I could do was let my pee flood out around the base of my dildo and seep out of the sides of my panties. When I'd finished I did my best to use a towel to dry the panties, but as I did so the two toys in both of my holes moved around inside me, causing my pussy to gush out juices. 

When I was satisfied that I had done the best I could do I hurriedly got dressed in a grey trouser suit. As I did so I checked the locks that were holding me inside my attire - it was no good, there was no way I could open the locks and the only other option was to use scissors to cut myself out. A part of me knew this was no answer because I wanted to experience the day dressed as I was. Under the jacket I had to wear my black roll-neck jumper. I checked myself in the mirror and found that I looked smart enough for work, and my kinky clothes underneath were completely hidden. This worry now forgotten the only problem I had was how to get through the day with my pussy and ass filled up.

Ten minutes later and I was in my car and on my way to work. As I drove along I constantly tried to shift position so that I could try and ignore the feelings in my crotch. It was useless though. With every bump that I drove over the butt plug and dildo simply shifted in my body and increased my pleasure. I could feel my juices contained within my latex panties and I wondered if anyone would be able to smell my sex later in the day. 

I arrived at work a little late and had a little time before my important meeting began. I parked in my usual spot and walked the short distance to the office block. With each step I took though, I felt the two toys move inside me and my breathing quickened and I could feel my juices now beginning to seep out of the sides of my panties and running down the inside of my legs. Something I hadn't noticed until now was that there must have been something on the inside of the panties that was rubbing directly over my clit. Once or twice I simply had to stop dead in my tracks because the friction that was building against my clit was threatening to make me cum and had I moved it would have sent me over the edge. I had to stop and let my orgasm subside before walking further.

As I entered the building I said a few 'good mornings' but avoided direct conversation for fear of cumming as I spoke to someone. Out of the elevator I headed straight for my office and shut the door behind me, locking it as I went. I didn't care if anyone wanted me straight away!

Seconds after sitting in my chair I had my trousers down around my boots and my hand was trying desperately to get inside the panties to make myself cum. It was no use, they were so tight I couldn't reach my aching clit-it was so frustrating. I ended up placing my hand over my clit through the panties, loving the feel of the latex against my hand, and began to rock back and forth on my chair. It was bliss. The butt plug and dildo began moving in and out of each hole, really filling me up. As I moved my hand rubbed over my clit, I could feel it through he panties, so very hard. With each movement my breathing quickened and I felt the tingling in my crotch grow in intensity. 

"Mmmmm," I moaned as my rocking on the chair seemed to quicken. I could feel the beginnings of my impending orgasm begin in my crotch and knew I had to bring myself off now!

"Ooooh," I cooed as my feverish hand pressed harder against my clit. And then it hit me. "Oooh god Phiiiiiiiiiiiilll!" I cried, trying hard to stop my moans escaping my mouth and had to bit down on my lip as the electricity of my orgasm raced around my body.

My rocking slowed but my hand continued to rub away at my sensitive clit, and each touch seemed to prolong my orgasm. Eventually I had to stop, totally spent for the time being, and I just sat there in my office, my trousers around my ankles, trying to regain control of my breathing. I could smell the mix of latex and my pussy juices in the air and I knew that my chair must have had a huge wet patch.

I used a towel that I kept in my office (for when I went to the gym) to dry my crotch and the chair as much as I could. I redressed and gathered myself together. I had some work to do before my meeting, which I just about managed to do by keeping as still as possible to prevent my pussy from stirring again. It was hard and within minutes of cumming my juices were again seeping from my cunt. So far though, I had to praise my husband for his idea. It was such a turn on wearing what I was wearing and knowing that no one else knew.

My meeting passed very slowly. I tried my best to concentrate on what was being said but often my mind wandered down to my crotch. Several times I changed positions and felt myself catch my breath as the dildo shifted in my pussy, causing some fantastic sensations to stir throughout my body. At one point I would have done anything to just reach down and make myself cum. A few times I was caught out for not listening but I simply said that I had a bad headache.

By the end I had survived three hours, and an hour of lunch in the offices talking with clients whilst we all stood. I tried my best to keep talking whilst fireworks were being set off in my crotch. Being stood up did no good for my aroused state and I had to excuse myself so that I could sneak back to my office and bring myself off again.

I left work early and headed straight home, tired after a hard day trying to ignore the desires of my pussy. I was looking forward to getting home and for Phil to release me from my clothes and for him to then give me the fucking that I wanted and craved.

I closed the door behind me and was startled to see Phil sat on the couch, a wide grin on his face. 

"Hi honey," he said as I walked over and planted a huge kiss on his lips. I moved my hand down to his crotch and instantly felt his cock grow hard.

"Not so fast! The day isn't over yet! Go upstairs and blindfold yourself like this morning and I'll be up in a second."

I went to say something but Phil kissed me, stopping my talking.

I simply headed off upstairs and found the blindfold on the bed. I placed it over my eyes and everything grew dark again as I tied it behind my head. Phil came up within a minute.

"How was your day, did you enjoy your little outfit?"

"Yes, and you knew perfectly well that I would."

"Tell me what happened," asked Phil.

"Well, when I got to work I made myself cum in my office. I nearly came as I walked from the car to my office block. Then all through the day I was kept on the edge of arousal and even had to excuse myself from lunch for a time so that I could cum again. And boy did I cum. Oh and during the meeting I wished that only you and I were in the room and that you could have fucked me over the table."

"Would you like me to undress you now?"

"Yes please, I want you to fuck me, really deep and hard, and all night. I need to be satisfied."

"I'm sure I can do that," replied Phil. I felt him move closer to me and he began to undress me, taking off my trousers, jacket and jumper, until I was stood there in my boots, latex panties and stockings and PVC corset.

I felt Phil begin to unlock the locks on the clothes, first my stockings, then my panties and then the corset. He unclipped the stockings in order to slowly remove my latex panties. My ass and pussy were reluctant to let go of their friends but they eventually gave in. Phil pulled off the panties and then clipped the stockings back into place.

The next thing I knew Phil brought the panties upto my face and inserted the tip of the dildo into my mouth. I instantly recognised my juices and greedily licked them off. It smelt devine.

"There you go honey, you can the rest off or I can fuck you know!"

I already knew the answer. I ripped the blindfold off my eyes and grabbed hold of Phil, dragging him over to the bed. I was expecting him to be naked but he was quite the opposite. He had on a black pvc catsuit, only with his rock hard prick poking through a hole in the front. I looked down at his legs and was both astonished and turned on at the same time. He had on an pair of thigh high patent boots. He saw me looking and just smiled. "I bought them for you but they looked so fucking good that I thought I'd fuck you whilst wearing them before giving them to you!"

I lay on my back and the sight of my husband like this just sent me over the edge. I simply had to have him fuck me NOW!

"Then please fuck me, I need you so much!"

I pulled Phil on top of me and instantly felt his huge cock slide into my aching cunt. "Fuck me really hard!" Phil obliged, and instantly began moving into me really hard. I screamed out loud now that I wasn't in my office and felt the breath being forced out of my lungs. Phil's hands were roaming wild up my latex stockings and then over my PVC corset, no doubt the feel of them turning him on. The feeling of his warm hands felt so good. I ran my hand over the pvc of his catsuit and it felt so good to my touch. 

The bed was literally shaking as Phil pounded me hard, just like I needed and I knew that the way that we were both going at it, that we wouldn't last much longer. I pushed Phil off of me and got on all fours on the bed. Phil came up behind me and rammed his cock straight into me, immediately regaining the frantic pace he'd just been fucking me with. I struggled to breath as he moved in and out of me, my mind concentrating on the feelings in my pussy.

Phil reached around and found my throbbing clit with his fingers. The first initial touch nearly made me cum, but as he rubbed away at my clit I found myself thrusting my body backwards, meeting Phil as he thrust into me from behind. 

I knew I was close to cumming, and very hard. My muscles clamped around Phil's cock, almost willing his cum to spurt out of his cock. With one deft flick of my clit my orgasm hit me.

"Fucking Helllll Phil," I moaned, "Yeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssss, harder, that's it!"

This spurred him on and I felt him shudder and groan out load and then begin to pump me full of his cum. My orgasm outlasted Phil's and as he began to go a little soft we both collapsed forward onto the bed, exhausted. We were both sweaty and totally fucked out, but it was so amazing.

Five minutes later Phil was pounding into my ass with his again rock hard cock as I thrust my favourite vibrator into my pussy. My day had made each hole desperate to be filled with cum and Phil made sure that they both got what they wanted, several times over.

As we lay there in bed that night, the weekend upon us again, I planned my revenge for what Phil had done to me that day. It's going to be special... (Why don't you let me know in what way it should be special?)



Pussy In Boots Ch. 3



It took me a matter of hours before I had thought up my revenge for Phil. The following day, Saturday, I had gone out shopping for my little plan and was eagerly awaiting for the Monday before I was to put my plan into practice.

On Sunday night I was very attentive to Phil, hopefully not so much as for him to notice that something was afoot. After my bedtime shower I got into bed and began kissing Phil and soon felt his growing erection against my leg. I kissed my way down his chest and soon wrapped my mouth around his cock. I know that Phil loves me giving him oral sex and the fact that I fondle his balls with my hands as I use my tongue on the tip of his cock, before taking the whole of his cock into my mouth.

After several minutes of this I could hear Phil's breathing deepen and felt his body raising up off the bed to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. I continued to fondle his balls and with the other hand I began masturbating his cock at the base of his shaft, the trick that always made him cum. Sure enough as I quickened my thrust with my mouth and my movement of the base of his shaft I felt Phil's body begin to tense up. Several dribbles of pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock and several seconds later I felt the first of many spurts of cum shoot into my mouth. I carried on licking and sucking at his cock throughout his orgasm and eagerly swallowed all of his cum.

As Phil's cock began to soften I licked the whole of it clean before heading back up to kiss him goodnight, safe in the knowledge that I'd sent him to sleep with a smile on his face. I went to sleep with a smile on my face too, in anticipation of my plan for tomorrow.

I woke up early the following morning and thankfully found Phil still asleep. Out of bed I headed downstairs to find the purchases that I had made on Saturday. I returned upstairs and crept back into bed with the one particular item that I wanted. Ever so slowly I slipped under the covers and headed down towards Phil's limp cock. This was how I needed it to be. 

As quick as I could I slipped a penis restraint over his cock. It comprised of strips of studded leather that held two metal rings in place at various intervals down the cock. Phil's cock went through the rings. At the end, where the tip of the cock was, the four strips of leather came together and they all had a small metal loop, through which a small padlock passed. Straps then went around Phil's balls and the base of his cock and they too came together and were held in place with a small padlock. Once both the padlocks were in place it made it impossible to remove the restraint and it also served the purpose of preventing my husband's penis from becoming fully erect and prevented him from touching it.

Throughout this Phil didn't wake up and it was around an hour or so before he did. I was there next to him, pretending to be asleep. I heard him get up out of bed and head into the bathroom and it took him a while to realise that he has something around his cock.

"Kate, what the hell have you done?" I heard him say as he headed around to my side of the bed.

I looked over at him. The devilish smile on my face gave him any answer that he wanted, he knew for sure that it was revenge for the previous Friday. "I think you know what I've done Phil. Now rather than leaving me with a pussy full of cum like you did, I'm merely preventing you from cumming at all - at least for a while."

He rolled his eyes. "How long?"

"I'm not sure. Until the post tomorrow?" I said this not as an answer but more as a possibility, more so to tease him.

"I can't believe this. What I did to you was something that you got off on...."

"Excuse me? You came in my pussy and then filled my ass and pussy up all day long. I had no choice but to bring myself off at work Whether I got off on it is not the point....I'm going to get off on what I've done to you."

With that Phil went off to the bathroom and had a shower. I laid on the bed, pleased with myself. I decided to test my work. I reached under the bed and grabbed hold of my vibrator and slowly slid it down my body. As it moved gently over my clit it sent a shiver through my whole body. Ignoring my aching clit I moved the vibrator against my pussy, feeling the juices on my lips coating the smooth surface of the vibrator. I pushed forward and felt my greedy pussy take the whole length of the fake cock in one push, causing the air in my lungs to rush out in the form of a groan.

Unnoticed, Phil appeared at the side of the bed, staring down at me as I slid the vibrator in and out of me. I turned the switch and it buzzed into life. I looked at Phil's cock, firmly imprisoned in it's restraint and I saw that it was trying to become erect. I saw it twitch slightly and within a few seconds it was straining at the leather straps but there was no where for it to go.

"I need to fuck you," he said.

"Then do right ahead, honey!" 

"How....."

"Do it now. Climb on top and fuck me, really hard, just the way I like it, then maybe you could fuck me in the ass!" I was teasing him and I loved it. 

Phil looked down at his restraint and grabbed hold of it. He tried pulling at the leather, then trying to pull it off his cock, or off his balls but to no avail. It was not coming off.

"It isn't coming off is it. You can't fuck me!" I laughed a little as I said this.

"You know that I can't. This is going to drive me mad!"

"You mean just like the way that my little dildo and butt plug nearly drove me mad on Friday, how with every movement all I wanted to do was make myself cum so hard?"

Phil couldn't answer this, he knew what I was getting at.

"Come here and lick my clit whilst you fuck me with this vibrator and think of how much you'd like to fuck me. Then maybe tonight I will let you fuck me!"

Phil's eyes almost lit up. Without hesitation he joined me on the bed and immediately his tongue found its way over my clit. Ever so slowly he moved the tip over my clit, teasing me, and at the same time he took the vibrator and began moving it in and out of my pussy with increased moves. This teasing didn't last for long though, it was is he knew that this wasn't the way to earn the right to fuck me tonight. The slow teasing movement changed into a frantic series of moves. The tongue would move up the whole length of my clit, then back over it, and then in small circles, each one increasing the furry that was building up inside me pussy.

The vibrations in my pussy were catching my g-spot at a perfect angle and my muscles clamped round the fake cock as if it were real. Phil's tonguing action was bringing me ever nearer to my orgasm and I tried to fight it, to prolong the pleasure but it as no use. A fire was lit around my clit and took me over the edge.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, that's it Phil, ooooooooooohhhh!" I moaned. My juices leaked freely from my pussy as the fireworks within me were lit. "Yeeeesss, I'm going to cum!"

And I did, with Phil's tongue carrying me through it and prolonging my orgasm be continually licking away at my clit. Eventually I ha to push him away, drained from my orgasm.

He came up and kissed me, allowing me to taste myself. "Can I fuck you tonight?"

"Yes," I said, getting up off the bed and letting him think about this all day. By the time that I returned from the shower Phil had left for work.

An hour later I too headed off to work, without panties. Instead I'd made use of the panties that I'd worn on Friday. The idea of my husband struggling through the day without being able to bring himself off had got me so horny that I'd decided to tease myself. I put the panties and locked myself into them, leaving the key at home so that I had no option but to wear them until I got home. And then I headed off to the office, where I had to satisfy myself at least twice. I was looking forward to arriving home!

Once home that night I decided to keep my latex panties on. The butt plug felt so nice that I thought I could wear it for a little longer, and the dildo in my pussy was sliding around so easily because of my juices.

Phil arrived home a while after me and he appeared as though he didn't know how to get onto the subject of me releasing his cock. I ignored this and carried on as normal, getting dinner ready and then settling down afterwards to watch tv. Around nine p.m. I put Phil out of his misery.

I turned to his as he sat on the couch. "There's some handcuffs on the bed. Go upstairs and cuff yourself, lying face down and I'll be up soon." Phil did as he was told and promptly headed upstairs. I listened to him, as he walked across the bedroom, and then onto the bed and then heard the clicks of the handcuffs. The next phase of my plan was ready.

I returned to the bags that I'd retrieved the cock restraint from this morning and retrieved the second item that I'd purchased. I unlocked myself from my latex panties and quickly put on my new item - a strap-on cock. I stepped into the leather straps and tightened them around my waist, with a six inch dildo on the inside, fitting snugly into my pussy. Sticking out, high into the air was a seven inch fake cock. I slipped into my new black patent, thigh high boots, the ones Phil had worn whilst he fucked me a few days earlier. I slowly inched the zip up my legs, feeling the boots encase the whole of my legs and it felt wonderful.

As I walked upstairs it felt good feeling the dildo in my pussy move around and looking down at my new manhood. The thigh high boots made me feel extra horny as I walked and I relished the way that I must have looked.

I walked over to the dresser as I entered the bedroom, grabbing a tube of lubricant and liberally smeared it around my cock. As I had entered the room Phil had looked round at me and he knew what was coming as I lubed up my prick.

"You can't....."

I walked over to the bed and climbed on. "I can, and I will, otherwise you'll be wearing your restraint for quite some time!"

"What?"
 "You heard. Now, can I? 
"No!" Phil struggled against his handcuffs.

"Well, I guess you can't fuck me tonight then."

"What. You said that I could this morning."

"I forgot to mention that I'd have to fuck you first!"

"Yes you did!!" Phil stopped talking though when I showed him something. I held my hand next to his head. In it was a key. The key to his restraint.

"Can I?"

"I guess so...." Mumbled Phil.

Without allowing for him to ready himself I lunged forward, inserting the fake cock into his ass.

"Aarrgh," he screamed.

I ignored him. I moved the cock out a few inches then inserted it in a little further until I had all seven inches inside my husband's ass.

"Get up on all fours," I ordered.

Phil obliged. When he was on all fours I reached around him and placed the key in one of the padlocks of his restraint. "Beg me to fuck you and I'll set you free."

"Please fuck me, now. I want you to play with my cock, so just fuck me now!"

I obliged. I unlocked the padlock, and then the second one and freed Phil's cock. Now I had to fulfil his request. I began to move the cock in and out of his ass, feeling that Phil had relaxed.

I quickly picked up the pace and was soon thrusting deep and hard into him. With each thrust I felt the dildo in my pussy thrust inside me, and knew that eventually it would make me cum. My hands grabbed hold of Phil's waist and pulled him back onto my cock.

I could hear Phil beginning to moan so I reached around to take hold of his cock.. It was rock hard and I wrapped my hand around it and began to move my hand back and forth on his shaft. I timed my movements with my thrusts and carried this on for five minutes before I felt myself nearing my own orgasm. With each thrust I was getting nearer to going over the top and couldn't hold back any longer. My thrusts into Phil's ass increased even more as I carried myself through my powerful orgasm.

As my orgasm raced around my body I unfastened the straps to my strap-on, leaving the fake cock in my husband's ass. I moved around the bed until I was under Phil and quickly took his cock into my mouth. He had been near to cumming before I had cum myself and I knew that one of my blow-jobs would bring him off real quick. I flicked my tongue around the sensitive part of his cock before taking his whole length into me. As I increased the speed I just knew that he was going to shoot his load and sure enough I felt his seed shooting into my mouth, before trickling out of the sides of my mouth. When I sucked and swallowed all that I could I slid up the bed and looked Phil in the eye as he remained on all fours.

"Thank you," he said, "That was fantastic and you made me cum so well."

"That was the plan."

That night as we went to sleep I just knew that Phil would seek his revenge somehow, and I was looking forward to it!



Pussy In Boots Ch. 4



The following day appeared to be quite normal. We both woke early and must have had some desires left over from the night before because for a change we enjoyed a slow, morning fuck before we had to head off to work. We were both sleepy as I rolled over on top of Phil and quickly guided his cock into my moist pussy - I think I must have been dreaming about last night just before I woke. We both took our time to wake up properly as I slowly moved up and down on my husband's seven inches of cock until we were both ready to cum. Then our pace picked up and we both came together, now fully awake. It's something we used to enjoy when we were first married but rarely get the opportunity to do.

I was the first to leave that morning, and just to tease Phil a little I made sure he was looking as I stepped into my footwear for the day. I saw the smile on his face as I zipped up my knee high boots and hoped he'd be thinking about them all day, and how he'd love to fuck him whilst wearing them.

The day passed real quick and before I knew where I was it was nearly time for home. I was just finishing off some work, just to get it out of the way, when there was a knock at the door to my office.

"Come in," I half-yelled.

The door opened and I carried on working as whoever it was walked in. It was probably one of the secretary's, they were always coming to see me for something. As the person got near my desk I looked up.

"Hey honey," said Phil, a wide grin on his face.

I was shocked. "Phil," I said, my eyes lighting up as only they can when you're in love. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you of course." I went to say something but before I could, Phil swung up a bag onto the table. "And to give you these." He slid the bag, which seemed to contain a box across the table.

I grabbed hold of the bag and began to pick out the box that was contained within. Unbeknown to me Phil had turned and closed the door on us.

I opened the box and I think I already knew its' contents. I was right. It was a new pair of boots. I pulled one of them out of the box. They were knee high and were made of black leather and had a zip down the inside of the leg. The toe of the boot was square and virtually flat, and there was a two inch block heel.

"I went to the store today and bought you these. The lady in the store modelled them for me and I got hard at the thought of you wearing them. They look simply fantastic."

"Can I put them on now?" I asked, already reaching down and under my long skirt for the zip of the boots I had on. The nod from Phil gave me my answer.

Within seconds the boots I had worn all day were on the floor by my desk and I was sat in my chair, placing my bare feet into the new boots. As I did each of them up I had to admire Phil's choice, they looked so sexy. I looked over at Phil again and I could already make out the tell tale bulge of his erection through his pants.

"Take off your skirt and top," Phil said.

"What?"

"Get naked because I want to fuck you right now. I can't wait until we get home. I want to feel your legs and your boots wrapped around my body as I fuck you over your desk!"

"I can't, there are people still here."

"No there aren't, it's they end of the day, and you can...."

Phil walked around my desk so he was stood infront of me. I was powerless to stop him as he reached around and unfastened my skirt, which promptly fell to the floor. My lace panties soon followed the skirt to my ankles. By now my pussy was beginning to ache with desire and need and I merely let Phil continue to undress me. Within seconds my top and bra was on the floor too and I was now stood naked in my office wearing only my new boots.

"Okay, if you want to fuck me, you have to wear my old boots and nothing else."

Phil didn't question me. He merely undressed as quickly as he had undressed me and discarded his own clothes across the room. As he removed his pants I stared lovingly at his cock as it stood up proud. I sank to my knees and grabbed my patent leather boots and helped Phil step into them. 

As I did this I took his cock into my mouth and managed to get nearly all of it in before I moved the shaft in and out of my warm lips. I carried on with this motion as I zipped up the boots around Phil's calves. It was a tight fit but I managed to zip them all the way up. I felt Phil's hands being placed on the back of my head as he thrust his cock deeper into my mouth, obviously enjoying the sensations. I wanted more though.

I stood up and sat on the edge of my desk, then lowered myself backwards until I was lying on the desk, my pussy fully exposed, my moistness already leaking out of my pussy lips and down over my ass.

"If you want to fuck me then do it, hard!"

Phil needed no further encouragement. He moved in closer and positioned the tip of his cock against my cunt. He found little resistance as he moved forward and buried his seven inches inside me and oh did it feel fantastic. I did as Phil had requested and wrapped my legs around his back, clamping him inside me, and letting him feel the smoothness of my boots against his skin. 

Phil responded by taking up a furious pace as he thrust deep inside of me. With my legs clamped around his back, it opened me up even more and allowed him deep access inside me and each thrust forced a little gasp to escape my mouth. 

"Do you like you present?" he asked.

"Very much, you know how much I like wearing boots now, it gets me so damn horny! I know it does the very same for you too. Please don't stop fucking me though, I want to make this last as long as possible until we're begging each other to cum."

Phil didn't stop, this only seemed to drive him even more and make him even harder. I clamped my pussy muscles around his cock in time with each thrust that he made inside me, making it feel that much tighter for him. 

It took me a while to register that Phil had suddenly stopped thrusting into me, I was so lost in the moment. My eyes had been shut and when they opened to look up at Phil, I saw that he was staring over at the door to my office. I could see the shadow of someone stood at the door. Before I had chance to see who it was the person spoke.

"What do we have here?" she spoke.

I knew instantly that it was Helena, the new temporary secretary. Both Phil and I were frozen to the spot, his cock still buried deep inside me, my legs wrapped around his body, and both naked. I wanted to say something but was at a loss as to what to say, even more so when Helena closed the door behind her. She walked across the room, and took in the sight before her. She circled my desk and saw Phil wearing the boots I'd worn to work that day.

"Kinky," she whispered into his ear. "Please carry on though."

I went to move but she stopped me in my tracks. "I insist. I'll just sit here and watch." Helena moved to the edge of the desk and perched herself there. "Carry on, now!" She commanded. What choice did we have.

Phil began to move slowly in and out my pussy again, almost as if he was putting on a show for our new voyeur. From her vantage point Helena had a great view of my pussy lips being stretched as Phil withdrew, his cock glistening with my juices. Helena seemed to stare transfixed at my crotch, which led me to believe that she was getting turned on herself.

I decided that if she wanted to watch, then the least that Phil and I could do was to put on a show for her. I soon began thrusting back towards Phil, meeting Phil's cock as he slammed into me. I was beginning to moan loudly as Phil worked me hard.

Helena got up off the desk and, to my surprise, began to get undressed. She was around twenty, a temp on her summer vacation from college, and was very good looking indeed. She had long auburn colored locks that fell down to her shoulders, and as she took off her shirt and then her bra I could see that she had a nice pair of breasts and her nipples were already erect. Helena's long legs emerged from her black pants next and I stared intently as I caught glimpse of a pair of black knee length boots that she was wearing. All the better I thought to myself.

Phil was staring at this young woman as she retook her position back on the edge of the desk, only this time she parted her thighs showing us both her shaved pussy. Her fingers found her clit and she began playing with herself as Phil and I continued to fuck. Helena looked a little frustrated though, she looked like she wanted more. And she did.

She moved up onto the desk, and quickly straddled my face, planting her pussy over my mouth. My hands grabbed hold of her thighs and I eagerly began to use my tongue on her pussy, my first ever taste of another woman's pussy. 

"Mmmm, that's it, lick my clit real good now. Make me cum real good," she cooed. As she said this she began to almost ground her pussy along my outstretched tongue.

She leaned forward to inspect my own pussy as Phil carried on fucking my hard. "You're very big," she whispered, "and I intend to make you cum myself before we're through tonight."

This thought seemed to drive Phil on even more. Helena kissed him full on the lips and then began kissing her way down his chest until she reached my pussy and Phil's cock. She immediately began to lick away at my own clit, which in turn made me lap away at Helena's clit even faster. 

I could feel my orgasm building under this new attention and I knew that Phil would be able to tell as my muscles tightened around his cock. Sure enough he began to thrust harder and quicker and just as I felt his cock begin to twitch my orgasm hit me. 

I clamped my legs around Phil's back even harder, willing him to go inside me as far as possible as his cock pumped shot after shot of his cum into me. The groans of my orgasm were lost as I buried my face in Helena's pussy and licked her towards her own orgasm. The electricity pulsed around my body and make me even more determined to make Helena cum now. I thrust two of my fingers deep inside her and although it may have took her by surprise, she soon began to move her body backwards to meet my thrusting fingers. I felt her body tense above me and her juices flood her pussy. 

Helena stopped licking my pussy and reared her body up straight, where Phil quickly found her breasts and clamped his mouth and hands around them, gently pulling at her nipples. I'm sure this did it for her, as the next thing we all knew, Helena was almost shouting her way through her orgasm.

"Fucking Hell, yes. Lick my clit god damn it, more..... I want more fingers inside me, and harder!" She screamed.

I obliged and thrust another two fingers inside her pussy. 

"Aaaagghh," she screamed as she orgasmed. Her breathing was heavy and furious as she covered my face with her cum. I carried on licking away at her clit whilst her muscles kept my fingers trapped inside of her pussy 

Phil drew away from her breasts and admired the scene, his wife licking the pussy of some almost total stranger and with a pussy full of his cum. I felt his semi-erect cock slip out of my pussy. I stopped licking Helena's clit and slowly withdrew my fingers from her. Phil walked around the desk and knelt down on the floor. He grabbed hold of my cum soaked hand and began to lick Helena's juices off my fingers. He seemed to enjoy the taste of another woman, I know I did!

When Phil had cleaned my fingers I slid myself out from under Helena and stood up off the desk. I turned around to look at her and she seemed totally exhausted. She was using one of her hands to steady her whole body and had her eyes closed as her orgasm disappeared from her.

"Holy shit," I muttered to myself.

"My thoughts exactly," said Phil as he walked around the room until he stood by the side of me, admiring Helena in her naked state. "I'll have to buy you boots more often."

I was again at a loss as to what to say to Helena. I moved to the desk and helped her off of the desk and into my chair. 

"Thank you," she said, "That's got to be one of my all time favourite fantasies. How often do you do that?"

"Never before," I replied, though I hoped an office fuck with my husband would occur again real soon. 

Phil had reached down and picked his clothes up off the floor and was in the process of getting dressed again.

"Oh no you don't," exclaimed Helena. "I said I would make you come and I meant it. That's if your wife doesn't mind." 

Both of them looked over in my direction. "Be my guest," I replied. I was going to enjoy this. 

"Sit here," Helena commanded to Phil. He walked over and took up her vacant chair. This wasn't what she meant. "No, on the floor, now!"

Phil did what he was told. I took up his place in the chair and hooked each of my legs over the arm rests, opening my pussy lips. A mixture of Phil's cum and my juices began to slip out of my entrance and I eagerly scooped it up and licked my fingers clean. 

Phil was now laid on his back on the floor, eagerly anticipating what was to come. His cock was already beginning to become erect again. 

Helena sat down on the floor next to Phil's waist and then, whilst looking at him directly in the eye she took his full cock into her mouth. She proceeded to lick his cock clean of his cum and my juices and then carried on using her mouth to fuck my husband. 

Whilst this happened I began to tease myself by slowly rubbing a finger across my clit, and then down to my entrance and slipping a finger inside myself. The sight before me was beginning to make me wish for Phil's cock in my pussy again but for the moment my fingers would do.

I looked over at Phil and saw that he had his eyes screwed shut as he enjoyed the feeling of another woman's mouth, teasing his cock, a new tongue running across and around the head of his cock and giving him deep throat. I could tell that if she carried on then she would be swallowing my husband's seed, and in a hurry. 

Helena though, surprised us both. She let Phil's cock fall out of her mouth and waited until Phil's eyes opened to say or do anything. Phil's eyes followed Helena's toned body as she spread Phil's legs apart and sat in between them, her legs slightly in the air and bent at the knees. Phil had a puzzled look on his face.

Helena moved her feet until they were either side of his cock. 

Phil had an even more puzzled look on his face as she brought her feet together and began to stroke his cock with her boots. Now, I got it. Helena was going to bring him off with her boots, to satisfy our apparent fetish. 

"Would you like me to make you cum with my boots?" she asked.

Phil couldn't reply, he was concentrating too much to answer.

"I'll take this as a yes. I think it's appropriate seeing as you seem to like wearing ladies boots, which is fine by me and definitely kinky!"

I could tell by the way his cock seemed to swell even more that this was blowing his mind. I knew it certainly was blowing mine. 

I began to whimper in my chair as I brought myself closer to another orgasm. My finger was concentrated on my swollen clit and rubbed furiously at it in small circles. Each movement was another step closer to cumming until I reached that abyss. I held my breath and savoured the sensation as my spine began to tingle and pulse with my orgasm. I bit onto my bottom lip to stop an orgasmic scream escaping me and watched with avid eyes at the scene before me. My juices were beginning to stream out of my pussy and my continued movements over my clit and entrance made a quiet squelching sound. Eventually I had to stop as my orgasm died and I eagerly awaited Phil cumming on Helena's boots.

Phil's body was beginning to twitch a little and both Helena and I knew he was going to shoot his load soon. Helena speeded up her movement and we both watched transfixed as my husband's cum spurted out of his cock. The first load shot up in the air, landing at around knee high on Helena's boots, and each subsequent shot landed lower down on the black leather. As Phil's orgasm subsided his cum leaked from the tip of his cock. Helena saw this and promptly used her boots to wipe it off his cock.

Quickly she stood up off the floor and walked up to where Phil's head was resting on the floor. 

"Lick them," Helena ordered.

"What?" Phil asked, somewhat stunned.

"Lick my boots clean now. Lick all your cum off them. You seem to like boots so much that you deserve to lick mine right now. If not, then I may let slip what's happened here tonight."

Phil shot a look across the room to me. I smiled back at him and he had his answer. I think I knew that Helena would never tell a soul about the events in my office, but I wasn't going to let Phil know this.

Phil got up off his back and onto his knees. He looked, almost pleadingly, at Helena, just in case she changed her mind but she wasn't going to do that. He had no choice.

Phil began to lick his tongue across Helena's black boots, starting at the toes. He ran it all the way along the leather and then around her foot and ankle, and then began to lick upwards, up towards her knees. With each movement he lapped up his own cum, and swallowed it down. Once he'd finished one boot he started on the other.

Within five minutes he had done both, and all his cum was now gone.

"Good!" Helena said, in an authoritative manner.

Helena shot a smile in my direction and we both probably knew that this wasn't the last office episode between the three of us...



Pussy In Boots Ch. 5



That night after the incident in my office, Phil and I were joined at home by Helena. As we had all got dressed Helena had insisted that she came back with us, "to carry things on" as she put it. 

And so here we were. In our bedroom. Helena and I had begun to seduce Phil on our bed, stripping him naked but we had led him into a false sense of security. Soon after we had undressed him I managed to handcuff him to the bed. There followed the cock restraint that I'd bought Phil previously and made him wear all day at work, making sure I kept the key to the padlock safe and away from Phil. Now Helena and I had him. Helena moved across the bed and kissed me deeply, letting Phil wish that he could break free of his bonds and join in. He couldn't though and we all knew this.

Helena stood up off the bed and slowly, teasingly began to take off her black pants. Phil and I stared at her transfixed as the sight of her long legs and knee high boots emerged. I couldn't help but stare at her light blue thong and how it clung so tightly to her mound. Helena stared into Phil's eyes as she traced a hand up her body, coming to rest on her mound where she pushed the fabric of her thong into her pussy. I could se Phil's cock trying desperately to free itself from its restraint.

I don't know what I expected Helena to do next but she casually pulled off her thong, revealing a large wet patch in the material, walked over to the bed and began to feed the pussy smelling thong into Phil's mouth. 

"Kate, why don't you get a scarf so that we can let Phil taste my pussy whilst he's all tied up. Oh, and get a scarf that we can use as a blindfold too!"

I did as Helena requested, grabbing two scarfs from a draw in the bedroom. Helena tied one scarf over Phil's mouth which ensured that her thong would come out, and the other scarf was tied over Phil's eyes.

Helena and I left Phil upstairs on the bedroom whilst we went downstairs to get a drink.

"So how long have you been into kinky things? Helena asked as we sat back and both drank glasses of wine.

"Not long," I replied, "things started a few weeks ago when we both lived out a fantasy." 

Helena just looked at me, no doubt expecting me to explain further. I couldn't believe that I was sat here revealing details of my sex life that I shared with my husband. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to go further, but then I considered what had happened already today and decided to tell all.

I got up and headed upstairs, telling Helena that I'd be right back. When I walked into the bedroom I looked at Phil and instantly became turned on seeing him there handcuffed and his cock trying to fight against his restraint. I guess Phil heard me come into the bedroom and his head followed me across the room (even though his eyes couldn't), maybe hoping that I'd give him relief of some kind. From out of the wardrobe I retrieved the outfit that I'd bought for that first evening of fantasy and also my strap-on dildo and 'special' latex panties that Phil had bought for me.

I returned downstairs and Helena's eyes widened as I took up my seat again. "My god, that must have been some fantasy!" she exclaimed.

"We both loved the idea that I could tease him as I fucked him, and the attire I bought just added to the whole fantasy," I said as I showed her the various items. "I think it sent both of us wild because it feels fantastic being dressed up in ......"

Helena cut me off. "Show me!"

"What?"

"Show me". She commanded. "Let me see you dressed in what you wore that first night."

I looked at Helena as if to wonder whether what I had heard her say was right. However, Helena quickly made sure I had heard right. She stood up off the sofa and walked over to me where she straddled my legs and began to kiss me. It was one of the softest kisses ever and it seemed to set my whole body on edge. She delicately ran her tongue over my bottom lip and I was hers. Helena soon began to move her kisses down my chin and onto my neck.

"Please show me," she whispered, grabbing my hand and placing it between her naked legs, "it's turning me on so much trying to imagine you dressed in what you've shown me. Please?"

I think that Helena's kisses, the wetness against my hand and the growing wetness in my panties made up my mind for me. "Okay, wait here while I change," I whispered back to Helena.

"Thank you," said Helena, again kissing me fully on the lips. She moved back to the sofa whilst I stood and headed upstairs to change, carrying the outfit that I had worn on that very first night with me. I entered the spare bedroom to change and immediately discarded my work clothes onto the floor and unzipped the new boots that I had worn home.

I retrieved the PVC corset from the bed and wrapped it around my waist, then pulled up the zip, feeling the immediate effects as I did so. As I looked down at my body I noticed my breasts, which looked stunning contained within the tight PVC. Next I slipped the black laced stockings that I'd originally worn and attached them to the corset, which felt sexy as I slipped my slender legs into them. Next came the black patent leather, stiletto, knee high boots that I'd bought for that very special occasion. 

My outfit was complete and as I headed downstairs I glanced at myself in the mirror. Again I had captured the pure sexiness of that first night, and I felt the wetness begin to spill out of my pussy. I returned downstairs to find Helena's bra and top on the floor. The fire in my pussy ignited as I saw that she was laid back on the sofa, her eyes closed as she plunged the seven inches of the strap-on dildo into her own pussy. I stood there watching her, my own hand inching towards my own pussy, and closely watched every part of Helena's body. I saw the juices that were coating the fake cock as she slid it in and out of her pussy and remembered tasting her as she ground her pussy against my tongue in my office. 

"Does it feel as good as a real cock?" I said, startling Helena. Her eyes opened and glanced up at me as I stood over her. 

She smiled at me whilst she withdrew the strap-on dildo from her pussy. "I can see why it makes you feel fantastic dressed like you are. Seeing you standing there makes me wish that you were fucking me right now."

"All in good time," I thought to myself. 

Helena stood up off the sofa and moved with ease across the room, the strap-on still in her hand and glistening with her juices. Her lips instantly met mine and our hands were all over each other's body. I ran a hand over Helena's ass, feeling the softness of her skin, before trailing a delicate path up her spine and across her shoulders. My other hand found its way to the back of her head, pulling her closer to my lips, whilst at the same time playing with her auburn hair. 

I felt Helena's hands wander over my own body, across the smooth PVC corset through which she fondled my breasts and then down to my pussy where she teased my clit with her light touch. 

Helena was the one to break our frantic kissing. She moved her kisses down my neck and onto my corset, kissing the black PVC and running her tongue across the surface. I wished that the PVC had not been there and that my breasts were being subjected to the touch of Helena's tongue. Further down my body she moved until she encouraged me to move my legs apart so that she could clamp her eager mouth over my crotch. Her mouth moved quickly, kissing around my pussy lips and my entrance whilst her tongue would do the same, but never touching my clit, driving me wild with anticipation that it would.

Helena's hands groped my knee high boots, yet at the same time she managed to force my crotch further into her mouth. I found it impossible not to encourage her even more and placed both of my hands on the back of her head. I was at the mercy of her feverish tongue. 

I could already feel my juices running out of my pussy as I struggled to maintain my balance against the onslaught of Helena's tongue and it was impossible to stop myself form groaning out loud as her tongue moved over my clit, slowly licking over the whole length.

"Tell me what you want me to do for you?" Helena asked.

"Finger me, Helena, please, I need to feel you inside me."

"Like this?" asked Helena, inserting a finger inside me, gently moving it in and out.

"Yes, but more, I need more."

Helena withdrew her finger and stood up in front of me holding out the strap-on. "Then fuck me with this."

The lust that had built inside me made the decision for me. "Why don't you dress me then!"

Helena dropped to her knees and helped me step into the leather straps of the strap-on, working them up over my boots until the smaller six-inch dildo was at the entrance to my pussy. I screwed my eyes shut in delight as Helena slowly inserted the whole length inside me. She then tightened the straps around my waist and then took the seven-inch cock that was pointing skywards into her mouth. Helena began giving me a blow job as though the cock were real. I wanted more though.

"Stand up," I ordered, "and bend over the sofa with you ass high in the air so I can fuck you as hard as you know you want me to".

Helena released my cock and stood up, kissing me again. "Give it to me," she simply replied, breaking away. She took hold of my cock and led me over to the sofa, causing my pussy to flood with intense feelings as the dildo inside me moved also.

When we were both stood behind the sofa Helena simply leant forward, raising her ass high into the air like I had ordered and spreading her legs apart. I sank to my knees and couldn't resist licking the pussy that was before me, again tasting the juices of not only my work colleague, but also the woman I was about to fuck. The second time around Helena's pussy tasted sweeter and she was definitely very turned on. I inserted the tip of my tongue insider her pussy, hearing Helena squeal with desire in response.

"Just fuck me, now!" Helena almost screamed at me.

I stood and moved the tip of the dildo against Helena's pussy lips, grabbing hold of her hips. "Beg me, say how much you'd like me to fuck you."

"Pllleeeasssse, Kate, fuck me now. I need to feel you inside me. I'll do anything you want if you'll just fuck me really hard!"

I didn't need to say any more. I thrust forward and watched as the whole seven inches disappeared into Helena's cunt. Helena screamed with delight and I wish that I could have seen the expression on Phil's face upstairs as he wondered what we were doing. I hoped that he could hear everything because I knew it would drive him wild. I decided to take things slowly in order to tease Helena. I eased the fake cock out until only the tip was still inside, all the time watching Helena's pussy lips reluctantly give up it's grip on the dildo. Just as Helena was about to complain I thrust forward again, filling her cunt upto the hilt once more. Again Helena squealed as I filled her pussy. 

I repeated this once more, savouring both the fireworks being set off inside my own pussy and the desperation that Helena must have been feeling.

"Please don't do this to me Kate, I can't stand it, you have to do me hard."

"Why?"

"Why? Because you're driving me wild, I need you to fuck me hard and to make me cum."

"Your wish is my command," I whispered, before thrusting really deep inside Helena. 

I began to pick up the pace immediately to satisfy both our desires. I could hear Helena's juices squelching in time with my thrust and our bodies began to buck against each other. With each movement the dildo inside me would be thrust in and out of my cunt making it feel as though I was fucking the both of us. In between thrusts I could hear Helena moaning to herself and whispering 'Oh yes,' repeatedly. 

Within minutes I could feel my juices running down the inside of my legs and onto the tops of my stockings, closely followed by those of Helena's pussy running down the cock that connected us. Helena reached her hand beneath herself and I knew the moment a finger found her clit by her increased moans. I had something that would totally blow her mind however.

I moved one of my hands from her hip and ran it around the base of the cock, covering my fingers with her juices. Without warning I moved a finger towards her inviting ass and on my next thrust forward inserted the finger inside upto the knuckle.

The combination of this, our fucking and her finger on her own clit sent Helena into overdrive. She arched her back and her free hand began to tease her nipples whilst her whole body slammed backwards into mine, forcing me to fuck her even harder. It was driving me wild too, and the fire in my crotch was hurtling me towards a huge orgasm. 

"Am I fucking you hard enough?" I managed to ask through my heavy breathing.

"Oh god yes... urgh... Keep fucking my pussy and ass for me," replied Helena, "i'm going to cum so hard, please don't stop!"

"Don't worry, I won't!"

And I didn't. The sight of Helena's body, writhing and bucking in front of me, and the thought of Phil straining to hear our fucking put me on a path to my orgasm that I knew was impossible to stop. Each movement of the dildo inside me was a step closer and when I heard the same screams from Helena that I had heard earlier in my office I knew she was cumming. I drove her through her orgasm with my intense thrusting and just as she came down from her orgasm I came myself. As I reached the point of no return my body seemed to shake violently and I held the dildo in Helena's pussy and my finger in her ass. 

I could hear Helena struggling for breath somewhere in the room, but at that moment I was on fire and lost in my own orgasmic world. My eyes were screwed shut and my body simply pulsed with the thrill of an intense orgasm that seemed to last forever. Only some seconds later did I become aware of Helena slowly moving her body back against me as she seemed to be enjoying another, smaller orgasm.

I let Helena have her smaller orgasm before I withdraw my fake cock from her pussy and my finger from her ass. Instantly she had turned round and was kissing me deeply, her hands running wild over my body. She broke awake and looked deep into my eyes. "Let's go have some fun with Phil!"

With that she moved swiftly across the room and headed upstairs. I followed after her, watching her shapely ass move as I climbed the stairs after her. By the time that I entered the bedroom Helena was already taking Phil's blindfold off. I reached the bed just as Helena took her thong from my husband's mouth.

"How are you doing sweetcakes?" she asked Phil.

"What did I miss?" Phil asked.

"Well," said Helena, "You just missed your wife fucking me with her strap-on cock whilst she fingered my ass. Now you're going to lick my pussy juices off that fake cock of hers."

As I heard Helena say this I climbed onto the bed and straddled Phil's body. Without any warning I inserted the whole cock into his mouth and ordered him to lick it clean. Behind me I heard Helena walk across the room to where I kept Phil's cock restraint. She retrieved the key and came back to the bed to release him.

Within seconds Phil's cock was free and on its way to full hardness. Helena took him into her mouth and began to run her tongue around the swelling head. I looked down at Phil and he had his eyes closed, no doubt enjoying Helena's mouth moving freely over his cock.

It soon became apparent however, that Helena's desire had got the better of her.

"Kate, I need to fuck your husband and I think he'd like me to do the same."

I took the strap-on cock out of his mouth so he could reply. "Ohh yes, I need it now, I need to cum badly."

Who were we to deny him his pleasure?

Helena quickly moved so that she was straddling Phil's cock. I watched as she ran the tip across her pussy lips before placing it against her entrance and plunging down onto the whole length. Both Helena and Phil cried out in sheer pleasure.

"Kate, I need you to do something for me........ Fuck me in the ass! Now!"

I didn't stop to question her and simply moved around the bed until I was behind her. Helena leant forward to give me good access to her ass. I could see Phil's cock moving slowly in and out of her pussy and was momentarily transfixed by the sight. 

"Fuck my ass, please," commanded Helena, although it was more of a begging command.

I moved the tip of my fake cock against her ass and pushed forward in time with Phil's cock re-entering her pussy. I guess my husband's saliva had lubed up the dildo because it seemed to ease inside her ass. Helena grunted deeply as both of her holes were filled at the same time. 

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed.

We soon began to build up a good rhythm whereby I would leave her ass just as Phil entered he pussy. I knew that she wouldn't be able to take much of this judging by how quickly she had cum downstairs. Helena surprised me though and fought her orgasm. We fucked for what seemed like an eternity, all three of us moaning with delight.

Phil was the first to concede to the fire within. I could hear his breathing becoming gradually heavier and I knew that he must have been close. 

"That's it Phil, fill my pussy with your cum," cried Helena.

Sure enough his thrusting intensified and I heard him exhale deeply which told me that he'd shot his cum deep inside my work colleague.

"Don't you dare go soft," shouted Helena, "Kate and I have to cum, don't we sweetie?"

"Hell yeah," I replied. I dropped my hand down to my clit and began to rub my finger across the swollen surface. My orgasm earlier and my levels of horniness now made it ultra sensitive and I knew that with a few strokes I would cum. 

I could see Helena's hand moving furiously as she pushed herself closer to cumming but I began to lose focus at that point. My orgasm had begun to creep up on me and I knew that it would be a ferocious one. My thrusts seemed to become harder as I pounded into Helena's ass. My orgasm broke and swept over my whole body. My pussy became flooded with my cum, which made the dildo inside of me move around with even more ease and prolonged my orgasm. 

Somewhere along my orgasmic ride I think I heard Helena cum in a series of long moans that were almost screams. I wondered if her orgasm had been as good as mine. 

Naturally we all had a rest, but as we lay there on the bed I hoped that Phil had more cum to fill both mine and Helena's pussies with!



Pussy In Boots Ch. 6



I woke the following morning to find that Helena had already left. There was a note on the bedside table saying that she had left early to go home and change before going to work. I laid awake in bed for a while taking in the events of the previous day and a wetness crept through my pussy. I wondered if Phil, as he lay asleep beside me, was dreaming about the same thing.

An hour later and Phil had left for work. I myself worked at home for a few hours before leaving to attend a conference in the afternoon. I think it would have been a little weird to see Helena in work and to think that I had been fucking her only a few hours earlier. I'm sure I would have had the temptation to call her into my office and instruct her to lift her skirt so that I could lick her pussy!

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That was yesterday and now I find myself heading into work for the last day of the week. My day was scheduled to be quiet and I was hoping that nothing urgent would require my attention because I had work to prepare for the following week.

I arrived at the office, coffee and morning paper in hand, and strode confidently into the elevator. As the car rode up I found it impossible not to think about seeing Helena in the office, and the secret that we had shared a few days ago. As I exited the elevator I found myself looking for Helena. As I walked past her empty desk on the way to my office I noticed that she was nowhere to be seen. It was then that I remembered that there was an internal training day, something that I had somehow managed to avoid attending, and that Helena must be up in the conference room as part of this.

I opened my office door and immediately took my coat off, throwing it casually over one of the chairs in my office. There was already a pile of mail on my desk, as well as a Fedex parcel addressed to me. I sank back into my chair and attacked the letters before me, leaving the parcel until last. Five minutes later and I was fumbling with the parcel, trying to get through the sticky tape used to seal it. 

Finally, I fought my way inside and found a little note on top of something wrapped in black tissue paper. It read;




Pussy In Boots Ch. 6







Pussy In Boots Ch. 7



Thank you to everyone who has emailed me with your feedback and comments - they make writing so much more rewarding. I only wish that I could write my stories as fast as you read them! But then, aren’t some things worth waiting for?

For those readers new to the ‘Pussy In Boots’ series, please see my profile at the foot of the page to see links to the previous six Chapters.

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I sat there in my office for what must have been half an hour, thinking back over the day’s events, thinking how things now made sense. Of course, now it appeared obvious that Helena and Phil had planned everything together, and the thought made my pussy begin to throb with desire. The temptation was there to just unlock my chastity belt and to rub my clit senseless until I came over and over again.

I had more pressing things, however. I had the keys to Helena and Phil’s freedom and I had all weekend. The time had come for some fun of my own! I stood up from behind my desk, grabbed the most recent FedEx parcel and headed for home.

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As I opened the front door of my house everything was silent, just as I expected. I dropped the empty Fedex parcel and headed straight upstairs. I opened the door to the spare room and was transfixed at the sight of Helena on the floor. She was still handcuffed to the computer table leg, her sight blocked by her blindfold and her ear plugs blocking out any sound that I made. I looked her slender body up and down, admiring the way she looked in her black leather-look corset, black stockings and black knee boots. Her chastity belt was still locked in place, her pussy and ass still stuffed full with the internal dildo’s of her belt. 

Whilst Helena had been deadly still when I checked on her before I left for my office she was now moving around a little restlessly. I had a fair idea why. I walked into the room and shut the door behind me. I took the keys out of my coat pocket before discarding the coat onto the floor. I sank to my knees and moved across to Helena. I gently placed my hands on her knees and gently parted them. As soon as Helena felt my touch her body froze, her senses following my movements.

I ran one of the keys slowly up Helena’s stockings, teasing her. The second key that I tried opened the padlocks to Helena’s chastity belt. I released the leather straps around Helena’s waist and then began to tease the chastity belt off Helena. I watched engrossed as the slick dildo eased out of her pussy, followed by the butt plug, which her ass begrudgingly gave up. 

I placed the chastity belt to one side and then returned to Helena’s pussy. Her pussy lips were glistening with juices in the light and her clit looked like it was throbbing for attention, having been frustrated all day. I duly obliged, slowly licking up the length of Helena’s slit, continuing up and over her clit. Her hips thrust upwards to meet me. “Mmmm,” she moaned, appreciatively

I repeated my long, slow licks a number of times before Helena spoke, “No, please.... please stop.” Her words were whispered through deep breaths and against the needs of her swollen pussy. I knew that my theory had been right.

I reached up over Helena’s body and pulled the ear plugs out of her ears. “Hey, sweetie,” I whispered, “you don’t like me kissing your pussy?”

“No, I need to pee.”

“And you will, but first I think I’ll make you cum with my tongue.”

“No,” gasped Helena, “I’ll pee myself.”

“Tough,” I snapped, “I’m in charge and I’m going to lick your gorgeous pussy, over and over until you cum. If you pee yourself....well...both you and Phil will face the consequences.”

Helena sounded as though she was about to protest again but she stopped in her tracks as my tongue again licked up the whole length of her pussy to her clit. I began moving my tongue feverishly over Helena’s swollen clit, knowing that it must have been driving her wild. My own pussy was aching with desire and I could feel myself begin to leak juices down my thighs.

Helena’s breathing began to become more erratic as the effects of my tonguing took hold. She still seemed willing to protest however, as her lower body tried desperately to squirm away. There was no escape though as I placed both of my hands on Helena’s stocking clad thighs.

“Cum for me, sweetie,” I whispered between licks of Helena’s delicious slick cunt.

“Noooooooo, shit, oohhh,” Helena responded. 

“Oh, please Helena,” I teased in my sweetest voice, “Just for me?”

Helena didn’t respond, although her body again attempted to squirm away from my tongues’ clutches yet again. There was no escape though as I kept licking away at her clit. I risked letting go of one of Helena’s thighs and brought two fingers up to her pussy, feeling them slide easily into the slick void left by her dildo.

I began to move my fingers in and out of her pussy, thrusting them deep insider her. I sensed that Helena had resigned herself to cumming as her pussy muscles began to grip my fingers like they would a real cock. She began thrusting her pelvis upwards, desperate for me to tongue her harder and faster. 

My tongue was now incessant on Helena’s clit, willing her to cum. I inserted a third finger inside her pussy, causing her to gasp out loud.

Seconds later I felt Helena’s body begin to freeze and tense up, her pussy gripping tightly around my fingers and her pussy beginning to flood with juices. Her breath was fragmented.

“Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh....... Aaaagghh," she screamed. “Ohhhhhhhh fuck!”

An instance later Helena’s body began to shake violently as her orgasm erupted and surged through her whole body. Her juices were flowing even more freely.

I carried on lapping away at her clit and a few seconds later I detected some pee as it escaped Helena’s bladder. What started as a gentle trickle soon became a stream running down Helena’s pussy and into my waiting mouth.

“Ohhhhh, please you have to stop,” whispered Helena, fighting to regain control of her body.

I ignored her plea and let Helena’s pee spill out of my mouth and over my hand. This was enough and I stopped licking her clit and waited for my mouth to fill with pee. 

Helena seemed to regain her senses and control of her bladder. I closed my mouth, pulled my fingers out of her pussy and moved up over Helena’s body to her mouth. I took hold of her head with both hands and moved my mouth down over hers as she lay there trying to catch her breath. 

She seemed unaware of what I was about to do until it was too late, until my mouth was clamped round hers, letting her pee spill into her mouth. Helena didn’t protest and swallowed all her pee. I gave her a deep kiss before moving off her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, seemingly embarrassed, “but I did warn you.”

“It’s okay, but I warned you too remember.” I picked up the set of keys and unlocked Helena’s handcuffs. I released the cuff that had attached Helena to the table leg but quickly closed the cuff around Helena’s free hand again.

I helped Helena to her feet and then led her through to the main bedroom, past Phil as he lay still tied to the bed, and into the en suite bathroom. I guided Helena to the toilet, where she unsteadily lowered herself to continue what she’d started minutes earlier.

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Ten minutes later I had both Phil and Helena sat downstairs on the sofa. The two of them were still handcuffed, their hands resting on their laps, but I had removed both of their blindfolds and ear plugs. Phil was still wearing his chastity belt and was wearing a slightly bemused look on his face. Helena was dressed as I was, black leather-look corset, black stockings, black knee boots. When she had finished in the bathroom I insisted on replacing her chastity belt, despite her protests.

I stood in front of the sofa, a small bunch of keys dangling in my right hand. It was the keys to Phil and Helena’s sexual freedom. They both looked as I dangled them in front of their eyes, possibly regretting their decision to plan the day’s events together.

“I have to thank you both,” I began. “Today was fantastic and I hadn’t the slightest clue that the two of you had planned this together.”

“However, I hope that revenge will be as sweet as they say it is. As a result of Helena’s slight mishap earlier on, I have decided to....”

Phil interrupted me. “Wait... what mishap?” he asked.

I looked at Helena but she seemed reluctant to explain.

“On my return I decided to thank Helena in person by relieving her built up sexual tension by licking her sweet pussy. Only it seems Helena got a little carried away when she came and flooded my mouth with her pee!”

Helena went to speak but I cut her off. “Please don’t interrupt me, either of you!”

“Now, where was I? Oh, yes, as a result of Helena’s mishap, I have decided to act out my revenge and punish the both of you. Here are the rules. Firstly, the two of you can leave the house, so long as return before midnight. Secondly, there can only be one winner. The winner receives the key to their chastity belt. The loser, won’t. Finally, your task. The winner will be the one who returns and turns me on the most. Any questions?”

Helena and Phil both looked at me with a combination of shock and bewilderment. Helena spoke first.

“What do you mean by ‘turns you on the most’?”

“That’s for you to decide, you may be as adventurous as you wish,” I replied.

“Okay,” she replied. “What can we wear to leave the house?”

“You may wear what you have on now, minus the handcuffs of course, and the outer clothing that you were wearing earlier today. Now, I suggest that you both get going. Time is ticking!” I smiled at the two of them as I threw the keys to their respective handcuffs in their direction, before heading off to the kitchen. I needed a drink.

For the next few minutes I heard Helena and Phil scramble about upstairs as they hurridely dressed. From the kitchen I saw that Helena was the first out of the house, dressed in the long skirt and matching jacket that she had worn to work. I heard her car start up and then back out of the driveway. Minutes later Phil left the house in his suit. I glanced down at my watch. I had given the two of them a little over three hours before they had to return.

I retrieved a glass and a bottle of wine from the kitchen and then headed upstairs to relax in a hot bath, my pussy moistening at the thought of the return of Helena and Phil.

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Helena arrived back at the house at 11:45 p.m., followed by Phil ten minutes later. I greeted them both from the sofa and ordered them to go upstairs to the rooms they had been in earlier in the evening and wait until I told them otherwise. I specifically told Phil to get undressed and then handcuff himself to the bed.

At the stroke of midnight I myself headed upstairs to get dressed. I had laid out my attire for the rest of the evening in the spare bedroom. The first item I picked up off the bed was my PVC corset. I wrapped it around my waist and pulled the side zipper up. My nipples instantly began to harden against the material of the corset and even more so as I ran my hands across them through the PVC. Next I covered my legs in talcum powder before rolling my latex stockings up both of my legs. I attached both stockings to the PVC corset.

The next item I picked up off the bed was my seven inch strap-on dildo. I stepped into the harness and brought the leather straps up around my waist. I was already moist as I brought the six inch internal dildo near to my newly shaved pussy. I rubbed the soft tip along my swollen lips, stopping by my entrance. With a little pressure the dildo surged inside me, meeting little resistance as it filled me. It was at this moment that I was again thankful for buying a strap-on with the internal dildo, and thankful for its wide girth as the dildo forced my lips apart.



I pulled the straps tightly around my waist and my hips. The external seven inch dildo stood up proud before me, its base pressing against my clit. As I bent down to pick up the first of my black patent leather, stiletto, knee high boots I felt the internal dildo move deeper into my pussy. I had forgotten that with each and every move it would shift inside me, in a fucking-like motion. I eased my right foot into the boot and pulled the zipper all the way up. I did the same with my left foot.

Finally, the last item I picked up off the bed were a pair of long black PVC gloves. After putting them on I glanced in the wall mounted mirror, admiring the way that I looked. The Dominatrix!! And tonight she meant business!

I quietly left the spare room and headed into the main bedroom. Phil was handcuffed to the bed as I had instructed. He looked up at me as soon as I entered the room. His face dropped. I didn’t give him chance to speak.

“I’m glad that you followed my instructions. Now let’s release your cock.”

I walked over to the bed and bent over Phil, unlocking his chastity belt. I lifted the leather front panel away from Phil’s cock. With seconds of freedom it was hard, harder that I had seen it for a long time. I ignored it and removed the rest of the belt, including the butt plug that had stuffed Phil’s ass for most of the day. I grabbed the blindfold from the bedside table and placed it over Phil’s head, blacking out his world once again.

The next part of my plan was to test Phil, to test his powers of temptation. I reached for his bonds and released one of his hands from the handcuffs. I returned the cuff around the metal frame of the bed. 

I got onto the bed, the soft PVC of my outfit creaking slightly, and moved so that I hovered on all fours over Phil beneath me. I brought one of my hands up to his face, caressing his cheek, letting him feel the touch of PVC against his skin. Tantalisingly slow I began to move my hand down his body, across his chest, before wrapping my hand around his warm, throbbing cock. I moved my hand up and down his shaft a few times, mindful that he would cum easily after being frustrated all day.

“Ohhh,” moaned Phil.

I released Phil’s cock from the PVC cage of my fingers and quickly moved my lips down to take the tip of his cock into my mouth. I ran my tongue around the head before quickly engulfing the whole of Phil’s member. I repeated this before letting his cock fall free. I softly kissed the tip before moving away, standing up off the bed.

“Please, finish me off,” he begged as I headed towards the door.

“No way, sweetie”, I replied. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say so.” 

I headed across the hallway and knocked on the spare room door. “Helena, I will leave the key to your chastity belt outside the door. Unlock yourself and in your own time enter the main bedroom. I will be waiting!”

“Okay,” replied Helena through the door.

I returned to the main bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed, awaiting the arrival of Helena.

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Five minutes later came the knock at the bedroom door. 

“Come in,” I called out.

The door slowly opened and in came Helena, her eyes looking down towards the floor. I was amazed, hell, even taken aback. I hid the lust and shock from my face as she turned and closed the door behind her. She moved across the bedroom towards me and stopped a few feet in front of me.

“Is there anything that you would like me to do for you Ma’am?” asked Helena. 

The room was silent as I took in Helena. She was stood before me wearing a black PVC maids dress. The dress started near her ankles and ran up the whole length of her body to reveal Helena’s lustful cleavage, framed by a deep ‘v’ cut into the dress. The ‘v’ ran up to Helena’s slender shoulders before the PVC extended down the whole length of her arms. A full length zip ran up the centre of the dress and all the edges of the dress were edged in delicate white lace. To complete the look Helena wore a small, white, satin, lace edged apron and black, patent leather boots. They ran under her dress and I imagined they ran up towards her knees.

“Yes, turn around.”

Helena immediately turned around. Only then did she reveal her secret. The back of the dress ran from her ankles to the back of her neck, except that there was a panel deliberately missing from around her cute ass. It was cut from the small of her back, around her ass and then stopped below her ass cheeks.

“Oh, my,” I exclaimed. “You’re not wearing any panties my girl!”

“I don’t have any panties that match my dress, Ma’am,” replied Helena, turning to face me.

“What about the panties you wore to work this morning?”

“They’re sodden Ma’am”.

“Go and bring them to me.” 

Helena left the bedroom and returned seconds later, handing me her panties. I held them up in front of me, a pair of white bikini panties. The crotch of the panties was very damp and I would imagine that if Helena were wearing them now they would have moulded themselves to the shape of her pussy.

I turned away from Helena and headed across the room towards the bed. Phil looked over in the direction of my footsteps. His cock was still hard. I neared Phil’s head and told him to open his mouth. I folded up the moist panties and lowered them into Phil’s mouth.

I returned to face Helena, smiling sweetly into her sultry eyes. I moved in close, feeling my strap-on nudge against Helena’s apron, as I kissed Helena, feeling her respond as our tongues entwined passionately. As our breasts met I could hear the squeak as the PVC material of both our outfits rubbed across each other. I was sure that Phil would be able to hear the action that was taking place just across the room from him.

I broke free from our kissing and began to trace kisses down Helena’s neck and across the bare skin of her upper chest. I kissed my way downwards until I reached Helena’s breasts. I ran my tongue across the underside of her breasts, knowing that even through the material of her dress it would feel delightful. I was not wrong as I saw the shape of Helena’s nipples begin to harden and become visible even through the PVC material. 

I heard a moan escape Helena’s lips as I took first one, and then the second nipple into my mouth and playfully nipped them with my teeth. Sensing that Helena was beginning to enjoy this too much I released her nipple from my mouth and moved around her body until I was stood directly behind her. Helena was staring straight ahead at Phil on the bed, no doubt focusing on his erect cock as it pointed high towards the ceiling.

I sank to my knees and moved in closer towards Helena’s bare ass cheeks. I began placing delicate little kisses on her soft skin, breathing in the luscious scent of the perfume that Helena wore. Within moments my tongue found its way between her cheeks, trying to worm its way towards Helena’s puckered ass, which was musky from Helena’s pussy juices that had flowed freely a few hours earlier.

As Helena sensed my tongue snaking its way towards her tightest hole she moved her upper body forward, aiding my access. 

Without warning I stood up and moved closer to Helena, letting the tip of my strap-on cock slide in between her ass cheeks. I held it there for the briefest of moments before my right hand moved it aside. My PVC clad hand began to caress her ass cheeks.

“Tell me Helena, if you were wearing panties now would they be sodden?”

“Yes Ma’am,” she replied, “I don’t think they would be sufficient to stop my juices running down my legs.”

“Let me feel. Move your legs apart as much as that tight dress of yours will allow.” 

“Yes, Ma’am,” Helena replied, as she widened her legs as much as her dress would allow.

I ran my hand underneath Helena’s ass and between her legs. I felt Helena’s pussy lips part around my fingers. I knew that she was telling the truth and that her juices were seeping out of her pussy.

“You certainly are wet my girl, and is that your clit that I can feel there?” I asked as I ran a finger across the hardened nub.




Pussy In Boots Ch. 7



“Yes...Mmmm, yes it is Ma’am. It’s really swollen...Oh fuck!” Helena’s body lurched forward a little as I began rubbing her clit, as though hit by an electric shock.

“Are you okay?” I asked, still rubbing my finger over Helena’s clit.

“Mmmmm, I...I...” Helena was panting, struggling to find her words as the feelings emanating from her clit consumed her thoughts. “...Yessssssss, Ma’am, ohhhhhhh.”

I looked across to the bed to Phil, seeing that his cock had grown even harder, the head swelling with the images that must have been running through his mind. However, much more importantly, what I was looking for had already happened. Phil’s free hand was firmly grasped around his cock and was furiously pumping up and down. The sight of this made my pussy yearn to be stuffed full with his throbbing cock until his hot sticky cum erupted into me.

I withdrew my hand from between Helena’s legs and moved around to stand in front of Helena again. I brought the hand that had been rubbing Helena’s clit up to her mouth. The PVC was glistening with her juices. Helena didn’t need to be told what to do as she greedily took each of my fingers into her mouth, tasting her own juices.

When she had finished her task I grabbed hold of the bottom of her satin apron and turned and headed towards the bed, tugging Helena with me. I brought Helena to a stop by the side of the bed before releasing her apron and wandering around to stand behind her. 

“Now, Helena, please bend over. You may use your arms to hold yourself steady.”

“Yes, Ma’am, thank you,” she replied, as she slowly lowered her upper body forward until her head was positioned a little above Phil’s cock. She lowered her arms to the bed just to the side of Phil. Phil must have been aware that Helena was close to his body. I could see over her shoulder that he was looking in the direction of Helena through his blindfold as he carried on pumping away at his cock.

I took hold of my strap-on cock and moved in behind Helena. I aimed it between her legs and watched as it slid easily between them until it met a little resistance against her pussy lips. My hands grabbed hold of her hips and with a firm thrust forward the whole of my cock slid easily into Helena’s slick tunnel.

My thrust forced a loud moan to escape from deep within Helena and forced the internal dildo deeper inside my pussy. Phil looked a little lower down the bed but was still unaware of exactly where Helena was and totally oblivious to the fact that Helena’s head was a matter of inches above his towering cock.

“Helena, my dear,” I whispered, withdrawing my cock from her pussy, “would you enlighten my husband as to what I am doing?” 

I waited for the moment Helena was about to speak before plunging the cock back inside her pussy.

“Ohhhhhh, yes Ma’am.” I continued making these long slow movements in and out of Helena’s slick cunt, indirectly fucking myself in the same rhythm. I could feel my juices seeping out of my pussy and down onto my latex stockings. “Phil,..... ohhhh fuck.... your wife is ummm.... pounding her fake cock into my pussy..... really deeply....”

In response Phil seemingly increased the speed with which he was stroking his cock. However, I watched amazed as seeing this, Helena lowered her upper body even further until her mouth was just above Phil’s cock. As she struggled to avoid touching his cock with the thrusting of my cock into her pussy, Helena opened her mouth and let her tongue make contact with the reddened tip.

Phil stopped pumping his cock for a second before realising that a tongue was gently licking the tip. He moved his pelvis up off the bed to try and force his cock into Helena’s mouth but she was ready for this and adjusted her head, but still continued licking just the tip of his cock.

I knew that from here things would develop quickly. I brought my right hand down to my pussy and slipped the thumb under the straps of the strap-on cock and into my moist pussy. When I was sure that it was lubricated sufficiently I removed my thumb and moved it over Helena’s tight ass. With a little pressure I saw my PVC covered thumb disappear into her ass.

“Oh fuck.... yes,” moaned Helena., leaving Phil’s cock momentarily. When she returned to his cock she took the whole tip into her mouth, whilst Phil continued to pump his cock furiously.

I began to increase my thrusts into Helena’s pussy, imagining the sight of the glistening fake cock forcing its way inside Helena, forcing her lips apart to accommodate its width. With each thrust into Helena I felt the base of the external cock rub against my clit, and the internal dildo rub against my g-spot deep inside my pussy. Each thrust was nudging me closer to an orgasm that I knew would be huge.

Phil was beginning to thrust his body off the bed, fucking Helena’s mouth with his cock, Helena’s moist panties stifling any moans of pleasure he made. I could hear Helena groaning and panting with each of my thrusts into her pussy and ass and she seemed to be thrusting back against me to meet my thrusts.

Helena was the first to erupt. I felt her body tense up as her orgasm began to take over control of her body. A low, groan began deep in her throat and stayed there, trapped by Phil’s cock as he continued to fuck her mouth deeply. 

I continued to fuck Helena through her orgasm, feeling the fire of my own orgasm burning around my clit.

“Oh fuck,” I screamed, “Mmmmm.” I was fucking Helena and myself even harder when my pussy muscles clamped tightly around my dildo. Another flick of my clit by the base of the strap-on cock as I thrust into Helena pushed me over the edge. With the cock embedded in Helena my body seemed to shake as my orgasm ripped through my pussy, racing around the whole of my body. I could feel Helena rotating her hips around the cock in her pussy, causing the dildo inside me to tease me further as the ripples of my orgasm continued to flow.

With my eyes screwed firmly shut I could hear the sound of Phil’s cock fucking Helena’s mouth and his balls hitting her chin. 

It was the sound of a muffled “Argh”, that made me reopen my eyes and take in the scene before me again. Phil’s ass was raised slightly off the bed and seemed to hover in that position. Helena’s head was bobbing up and down and I guessed that Phil had cum and that Helena was milking the cum from his spurting cock.

Several seconds later Phil’s ass slumped back down onto the bed and his cock slipped from between Helena’s lips. I withdrew my thumb from Helena’s ass and the strap-on cock from her pussy, amazed at how much it glistened from her juices as it emerged from between her legs.

“Helena, dear... take a few steps back for me and stand up straight.”

I moved to the side as Helena stood upright and then took a few steps back, away from the bed. She stood there motionless, her mouth firmly closed and with a rather flushed look embellished on her face. As I moved across the room to face Helena I could see that there were traces of Phil’s sticky cum around her lips.

“Helena,” I began, bringing my right hand up to her face and taking hold of her chin. “Show me what’s in your mouth.”

Helena looked me in the eyes before slowly opening her mouth. As she did so I peered inside and saw the evidence of Phil’s milky-white cum for myself. Helena appeared to have milked my husband of a hefty amount of cum, and as she stood there, mouth opened, Helena struggled to stop the cum from dribbling out of her mouth.

“Yes, just as I thought.” I said loudly so that Phil could hear. I pushed a little under Helena’s chin and she began to close her mouth. 

“Now, dear, would like my permission to swallow my husband’s cum?”

Helena nodded her reply. Yes, she did want to feast on Phil’s cum.

“Very well, you may do so.”

Helena quickly swallowed hard, taking the warm cum down her throat. She seemed to swallow again several times to ensure that she swallowed every last drop. I turned and walked over to the bed. Phil was lying there seemingly exhausted, his now sticky cock slumped against his recently emptied balls.

I reached over the bed and removed Helena’s panties from Phil’s mouth. Now I had his attention I moved down the bed and picked up his spent cock in my hand.

“Phil, I seem to recall that I said you were not to cum until I said so. You did and this wasn’t part of the deal.”

“But....”

“Be quiet!” I shouted at Phil as he interrupted. “This wasn’t part of the deal and so I declare that Helena has won her freedom.”

I released Phil’s cock, admiring the wet trail that was left on my PVC glove. I walked around the bedroom and across to the dressing table. I picked up Phil’s cock restraint and returned to the bed. I again picked up Phil’s cock and placed it within the cock restraint. I closed the locks to the cock restraint, trapping my husband’s cock within the steel and leather contraption. There was no escape without the key.

“Phil, from now on you will wear the cock restraint at all times, unless Helena or I require the use of your cock.”

The look on Phil’s face showed what his thoughts were. I looked across at Helena, who was smiling back at me.

“Helena, sweetie, I will leave one further decision up to you. Should we force Phil to wear your tight little outfit whilst he’s at home?”

It didn’t take Helena long to decide. “Yes, Ma’am, I think that we should.”

I reached up to Phil’s blindfold and quickly whipped it off his head. After a few seconds of adjusting to the light in the bedroom, Phil’s eyes focused in on Helena and for the first time he saw her outfit.

I left Phil and walked around the bed and over to Helena. I kissed her passionately before stepping away. Phil’s cock was already beginning to swell, trying to somehow fight its way out of the cock restraint and grow fully erect once more. It was hopeless though, and we all knew it. 

“Helena, dear, shall we help Phil into his new outfit? And then maybe you’ll give me the hard fucking that my pussy is craving?” 

The devilish look on Helena’s face said that she couldn’t wait to start!

To be continued....

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