Booted

Dawn and Mitch had heard about a town about an hour away which was
renowned for its adult boutiques. One Saturday afternoon, they took a
drive up and wandered through the shops, looking at lingerie and
various sex toys, laughing and teasing each other with what they would
do with all the instruments of pleasure.

“Wow,” Mitch said, stopping in one of the stores and looking at a pair
of boots. They were shiny and black, thigh-high, with narrow spike
heels that looked to be about five inches long. Mitch walked over to
them and fingered them, his warm hands leaving smears on the slick
surface.

“You like these?” Dawn asked, walking up behind Mitch and sliding her
arms around his waist. She slipped her hands down over his zipper,
feeling his erection. “Ooh,” she laughed. “I guess you do.” She
pressed her palm against his hard cock, rubbing slightly, listening to
him moan. Mitch gripped one of the boot’s heels in his hand and
squeezed as she stroked his cock. “We’ll buy them,” she whispered.

They could hardly wait to get home, and then Dawn went into the
bedroom, emerging after a few minutes wearing a black bra that showed
off her cleavage, a pair of tight black panties, and the boots. Mitch
moaned as soon as he saw her. “You look so sexy,” he said, walking
over to her and caressing her breasts and ass.

“I think you need to fully appreciate them,” Dawn said. She led Mitch
to the couch and he sat down. She stood in front of him, resting her
foot in his lap, the heel pressing against his straining prick.
Leaning forward, she ran her hands from the tops of the boots down,
letting her fingers trail along the sides of his cock. Mitch was
practically drooling with desire.

Dawn slipped off her bra and panties, leaning so Mitch could see her
pussy as she slid her panties over the boots and kicked them off. She
turned back around and put her other foot in his lap, leaning forward
so her breasts fell against her thighs. Mitch had pulled his cock out
of his pants and was stroking it as he watched her tease him. With her
legs spread wide and her foot resting on his thighs, he could see her
cunt pouting at him, gleaming with her wetness. Her clit peeked out
from between the fleshy folds of her twat, and he reached out and ran
his thumb over it, still pumping his dick.

After she had teased him for a few more minutes, Dawn could see the
pre-cum glistening on Mitch’s cockhead. She turned around and bent
over, clutching the coffee table, her hair falling into her eyes as she
looked at him through her knees. “Are you going to fuck me, or just
sit there with your dick in your hand?” she asked.

Mitch stood instantly and held Dawn’s hips, sliding his stiff prick
into her wet cleft easily. He groaned and moved his hands down to her
thighs. From this vantage point, he could see all the things that
aroused him most - the bud of her anus, the sight of his cock sliding
in and out between her pulsing pussy lips, and those sexy black boots.
He rubbed his hands along the tops of the boots as they screwed, his
cock pressing as deep as possible with each thrust, Dawn grinding back
against him.

He could feel his balls bouncing against her clit, and then he felt
Dawn’s fingers moving to her clit to rub it as they screwed. He picked
up the pace, staring at her strong thigh muscles, her creamy skin
against the shiny black of the boots.

Dawn was making the little moaning noises that Mitch knew meant she was
about to come. He felt her cunt squeezing his shaft and closed his
eyes, giving a few more hard thrusts, and then pulled out, letting his
cum pour out onto the sexy black boots as Dawn held her hand against
her pulsing cunt, moaning. Mitch moved his cock around, spraying
Dawn’s ass with his thick semen.

When his cock was dry and going limp, Mitch leaned back on the couch
and watch the white spunk run in rivers down Dawn’s thighs, trickling
all the way down to the high heels. “That was the best purchase we
ever made,” he said. “We’ll have to go back soon and see what else
they have.”