High Heel Heaven

I thought I was in heaven when I saw Rose’s closet. Not only was it a
walk-in, bigger than the first apartment I’d had when I’d moved to the
city, but where most women would have had clothes, Rose had nothing but
shoes. Shelves after shelves, all high heels. From chunky platform
sandals to the slimmest stilettos.

“Shall I model them for you?” Rose asked, walking into the closet and
stepping in front of me. The closet was big enough for two people to
stand side by side, but she made sure that her pretty, round ass
brushed against me. She winked at me, sexy and slow, when she felt my
stiff prick throbbing against her ass.

“Yes, please,” I breathed. Rose pulled out a small comfortable stool
and settled on it, pulling off her thigh-high stockings and wiggling
her bare toes at me. Her toenails were painted a vampy scarlet red,
and my dick pulsed a little faster when I saw them.

“Get on your knees,” she said as she pulled down a few pairs. I did
so, adjusting my swollen dick. Rose reached forward and unzipped my
pants, freeing my swollen shaft. When she sat back up, she traced her
toes over the head. I closed my eyes and moaned, feeling her toes
spreading my hot pre-cum over my dickhead. I nearly gasped when she
pulled her foot away.

“These first,” she said. I slipped the shoes over her feet. They were
clear plastic mules with red plastic cherries dangling near the toes.
She modeled them for me as I rubbed her smooth, soft calves, the sharp
heels pressing against my thighs. When she moved her legs and the tips
of the heels brushed over my prick, I groaned aloud.

“Rose,” I said.

“Not yet,” she said, flipping the shoes off and handing me another
pair. I could smell her wet cunt as she parted her legs. I slipped
the next pair of heels onto her, strappy silver sandals. Her feet were
so soft and smooth, my cock was now covered with pre-cum. I laced up
the straps and rubbed my cock over her toes where they protruded
between the sandal straps. “You’re so hard,” she purred.

“Give me another pair,” I pleaded, pulling off the sandals. My dick
was pulsing so hard it was bouncing up and down and her toenails were
shiny with my juices.

She gave me a pair of black spike heels that had to have been nearly
four inches high. I groaned aloud, thrusting my hips involuntarily as
the slick shoes slid over my hands. Rose grinned at me and then
stretched her legs wide apart. She fingered her juicy slit, slipping
her fingers under her silky panties and stroking the heels of her sexy
shoes along my cock.

I moved up, pressing my dick back against her shoe as she continued
pressing the heel against my straining cock, tracing the vein on the
underside with the point. Her breathing was getting harder. I held
her slender ankle in my hand, allowing me to press my prick more firmly
against the shoe, the head getting more and more swollen. Soon I was
fucking Rose’s shoe with abandon as she came, thrusting her fingers
into her pussy, throwing her head back and moaning. I grunted myself,
pushing my dick against her foot as I began to come. My hot jism
sprayed out of my bulging cockhead, coating her black shoes with long
strings of spunk.

“And just think,” Rose said, withdrawing her foot from my hand as my
cock sputtered to a stop. “We have all these pairs of shoes left.”

I was definitely in high heel heaven.