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Catching him on the floor of her office, half naked and his penis in her shoes had caught her by surprise, early in the morning. She hadn’t stormed in but watched to try and understand what he was doing with her shoes and his beautiful penis. The size, thickness, uncircumcised cock was incredibly hard under his hands and up against her own shoes. Her shoes, of all things was making his cock this hard. ‘How on earth does that work?’ She asked herself as she decided that she was going to walk in and confront him, but not allow him to cover his penis as she wanted a good look at it.
Soon, he was positioned under her table, on his knees with his legs spread wide. Such a position enabled his penis to stick out nice and proud alongside her feet in high heels. A contrast, her beautiful feet in black office heels with a smooth, thick penis stiff alongside. She peeked down along her legs to gaze at what lay at her feet, she allowed a little smile, admiring the contrast. It wasn’t something she had ever done or seen and yet, the act before her started to poke at her ual interest more and more. She of course was going about her usual work on the computer, running the company but with the added element of the naked man beneath her, hot, horny and under her control. ‘Hot alright,’ she thought to herself as she brought the thin heel from her left foot over to his hard cock. Poking it a few times first she then positioned the heel at his pee holes entrance. Having admitted to many ual fetishes to her, he had often pushed long things down his penis loving that feeling. He went to hold her foot, ‘no, leave my foot. I’ll push my heel down your penis myself,’ she said commandingly. ‘Ok,’ came his response as she began to push. Taking command like that and using his penis with her feet just made him harder and harder as he watched her heel slowly make its way down his cock.
She heard him groan, ‘have I hurt you bad?’ She said, stopping as she waited for his answer.
‘No, it’s ok.’ He replied. ‘Your heels taper to a larger diameter as you push further down, and I have never been at that diameter. So, it both pleasure and pain,’ he finished with. She looked down from her computer, her heel halfway down his cock looked strangely erotic to her. The way his thick, hard penis was completely at the mercy of her feet encouraged her to wiggle her foot. ‘Ugghh,’ slipped out of his mouth as his cock stiffened and throbbed some more. ‘Hmm,’ she thought out loud.
‘I want to push all the way, so I want you to take it,’ she said with a hint of excitement at stretching his pee hole to take her heel. ‘Ok, I will take it,’ he said, getting more and more aroused and stimulated from her take charge attitude. She was a boss, so it was natural. But she had genuinely become interested and aroused herself to make a man and his beautiful cock aroused simply over her feet and heels, like worshipping her and she was fully clothed! Matched with how it was starting to make her feel being the one penetrating the man this time instead of being used herself. His most precious, vulnerable attribute being used like an object, ually stimulated, used, and controlled, all given to her. She was being given a chance to also fulfill any ual curiosities and explorations without judgement or pressure to perform. A chance to enjoy using a man and his cock also for her pure enjoyment. This helped to arouse her even more, also the fact that he was aroused at her doing things like this to him. This whole thing had never been experienced but thinking and feeling what was actually happening at her feet, started to challenge the old beliefs and experiences, liberating herself in a way.
She began to push her heel further down his cock as he sat there watching her foot make his cock take the heel. ‘Fuck yes,’ he thought to himself. ‘Make me take this, my dick is yours,’ he thought more as he heard her office door open.
‘Hi Janet,’ his boss said aloud as she greeted the newcomer.
‘Morning. I have these files that were sent to me that make no sense at all. These figures here don’t match the initial report by Sharon last week,’ Janet finished as he heard a file being handed over the desk.
‘Ah, I see what you mean,’ his boss replied to Janet but pushed again, more heel down his cock. She didn’t stop, even though she had company in her office, and Janet was none the wiser that her boss currently had her high heel moving down a waxed cock.
With his penis under her shoe, she began to apply pressure with her foot. He groaned softly and smiled a little as he watched his cock being squished by this well dressed, highly intelligent woman. It was perfect for him as he felt the pressure of her shoe against his penis grow and grow. Half her weight was on his penis which just made it harder. She wriggled her foot, like she had just stepped on something in the street which objectified his penis even more. But he smiled and thrust a little under her shoe at her movement. She released her foot then stood on it again, this time moving her shoe up and down his length.
‘Wow, that’s.. ugh… amazing,’ he managed as his cock received her shoes over and over. She was mesmerised at what she was doing. She had begun to walk over her cock with two feet, back and forth and still, his penis remained hard, stiff and leaking cum.
‘Fuck, he really does love me walking and trampling his penis!’ She thought to herself as she left some dirt marks on her cock from her shoes. Sometimes she left the faint imprint of the tread on her shoes on his skin and still, he groaned with pleasure. Looking up here and there to gaze upon the strong woman walking over his cock. Never shy of a smile of what he saw in conjunction with what was happening to his penis, he wanted it to last. His penis was a little sore, but that increased the pleasure as she placed her high heel directly in the middle of his penis and placed half her weight on it.
‘Does this hurt?’ She asked with her eyes wide and eyebrows raised.
‘Yes it does,’ he replied, taking it.
‘And you still love it?’ She continued.
‘Yes! I can take the pain, I love your feet in the shoes and that you’re using my penis in this way and objectifying it, so hot,’ he breathed out and smiled as she applied a little more pressure.
‘Have you enjoyed stepping on my penis and walking over it?’ He asked her, wondering if it was growing on her. A little taken back by his direct question she paused for a moment; her foot left in that position unchanged. Sensing this he looked up. She finally looked down at him, this man half naked, legs spread with his stiff penis having been walked all over throbbing under her heel.
‘Don’t get ahead of yourself, but, I think I am enjoying walking over your penis and having it under my shoes,’ she answered truthfully. He beamed a smiled as she released her heel before using the heel of her other foot to move his foreskin back, revealing the head of his cock. With the tip of her shoe, she begun to step on it as he sat there watching it being squished. It hurt, but he grew harder again and leaked more precum as she applied her full weight. It was obvious that he was enjoying it in the way he tried to thrust under her foot. She applied her full weight with immediate results, he groaned loudly, ‘that’s soo good, yes, step on my penis,’ he let out. Looking down at her heel pressing down against his penis and how hot it made him left her with feelings or eroticism and a sense of power as he worshipped her feet, shoes and her decisive actions/use of his penis. She pulled her foot off, heaving the head of his penis with a clear imprint of the fine tread on the bottom of her shoes. He picked up his cock and began stroking it, ‘fuck that was amazing,’ he let out as he jerked his penis. Slipping both feet out of her shoes, she stood in front of him.
‘You may cum on my feet,’ she said, clearly making the impact she intended as he flopped his penis against them. ‘Man, this is perfect,’ he said as his penis slapped her feet and rubbed along them. ‘You are perfect,’ he said clearly, looking up at her briefly before continuing his rubbing. His praise of her left feelings of an erotic worth she owned herself. Her actions, thoughts, feelings and decisions leading to this moment clearly meant the world to him, mush less the acceptance of his fetish, liberating his sense of ual worth, lust and desires. His load of cum was heaps, she had clearly milked his cock for all its worth as white strips of pearl landed across her feet and toes as his hand gripped his penis before her.
Finally, he ran out and reached for her tissues.
‘You don’t need those tissues,’ she said, stopping him in his tracks. A little confused, he pointed to the ness he made on her beautiful feet, her toes painted with green nail polish, wet.
‘I think my feet are fine as they are, don’t you?’ She asked rhetorically as she slipped her feet back into her heels, slowly. His eyes watched, wide open at her feet before finding her gaze.
‘More people will arrive at work soon so you should probably get dressed and put your penis away,’ she said casually. He smiled a smile big enough to knock the moon out of orbit. He began to dress as she pulled out her spare heels.
‘Take these with you to use during the day, but I will need them back at the end of the day after you have polished them inside and out, leave your mess inside,’ she said as normally as possible even though her heart was racing. His eyes opened wide again and took the shoes from her hands, already he was keen to shove his penis inside as it bulged beneath his pants.
Standing in front of the meeting she paused, the nerves getting to her a little. She glanced down and caught sight of her shoes and feet as she often played with her feet and shoes when she needed to relax. There, she remembered that her feet were still wet from his cum. Glistening and shinning, her raised right foot from her shoes even dripped the wet cum back into her shoe, her shoes with dried cum left on the outside was visible, but not identifiable as cum. She smiled. The fact she was standing in a presentation with her feet covered in cum and her shoes with cum inside and out shattered her nerves in a side twist erotic fashion. A liberation of sorts that snapped herself back into her highly intelligent, strong curve of leadership. She looked up from her feet and directly out across the table, falling into her groove with an extra spark. All the while, unbeknown to the others, she continued to play with her wet feet from her shoes as his cum slowly dried upon her skin, moisturizing them and leaving tide marks across her elegant but functional high heels.
Every day, she would leave her office shoes in the designated spot, behind the cleaner’s door. There, she would swap shoes, picking up her work shoes with fresh cum all over them and inside. She had grown to enjoy more and more the moments of picking up her shoes, his cum sliding around inside before her eyes. Sometimes dipping her fingers in and spreading some on the outside like a cum polish to be worn publicly without anyone knowing. The feeling alone of her bare feet when entering the shoe, her toes touching his cum before being smothered in it left her with a naughty smile. All of this had become a common, everyday thing now to the point now that she expected cum in her shoes and looked forward to it. The fact that this man was orgasming and cumming over her and her feet and shoes had become highly erotic, ‘and he hadn’t even asked for !’ She mused to herself as she slipped on her office shoes once again, her toes wriggling happily in his cum. She had done her research as well into the fetish but also into masturbation at work for employees and how it increases people’s mental health and productivity. The results spoke for themselves. She had designated her office as his masturbation room but under her desk. With two doors to her office, he could arrive and leave without being seen. Spending up to an hour at a time, he sat under her desk when stressed with her heel down his penis masturbating. Or stepped on or simply rubbing his cock on her bare feet before decorating them with his cum all whilst she worked. At times, she would have to get up from her desk after he had just cummed on her feet, which meant she walked around with fresh, warm cum on the tops of her feet, easily seen if anyone looked. Wearing his cum on her feet as a everyday, normal thing just melted his stress away and welcomed his fetish as a normal good thing which she wore with pride.
