Archive-name: Fetish/whitboot.txt

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Archive-title: White Boots





Sandy came to our office to fill out some paperwork before 

beginning our program.  I got the forms she needed and directed 

her to the small conference room in our suite.  Pulling up a

chair, I indicated the chair across from me and asked her to please sit down.

I got her started on filling out the forms and then sat back to wait

for her to finish.



As she worked I looked down to see that she was wearing short white 

boots, the kind that come up just above a woman's ankle.  Her boots

were kind of pointed at the toes and had short heels.  Still filling 

out the forms, she absentmindedly bobbed her boots up and down, rocking

them on their heels.



I couldn't help but tell her how much I liked her boots.  She smiled

and seemed very pleased.  Turning her chair, she picked up her feet

and placed them in my lap.  "Go ahead and touch them," Sandy said.

I reached down and allowed my hands to move over the smooth, hard, 

white leather as she ground her heels into my crotch.  "Kiss them,"

she ordered, and I leaned down and kissed the tip of each boot..



"How much do you like them?" she asked next.  I told her I liked 

them so much that I was ready to come right then and there just

from seeing them.  "Then I want you to come now.  Take yourself out

of your pants and come for me right now."  She shifted her feet so 

that I could release my cock, already erect and dripping.  Once my

cock was free and waving in the air shemoved her white boots so that

her heels were right at the base of my cock, her dirty soles facing

me.  I took my rod in hand and began to stroke it.  As I did she 

moved her back and forth a little, occasionally rubbing them against

my cock and balls.

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"Are you going to come for me," Sandy asked.  I said that I'd do

anything she wanted.  "Then I want you to shoot your load on my

boots and then lick them clean."  I continued to jerk off,

feeling the pressure inside my balls building.  "Kneel on the

floor," she ordered, taking her feet from my lap and placing

them on the floor.  I got off of the chair and positioned myself

in front of her so that my cock was right over her white boots.



"Now come for me," she said.  I pumped as fast as I could, my hips

bucking hard, feeling electricity in my back, and soon my cream was

shooting out and falling on the tops of her sexy boots.  I continued

to milk my cock until the last drops had fallen onto her boots and

the floor.  "Now lick them clean for me."  I leaned forward and taking

one of her boots in hand, I touched my tongue to a smear of come, 

tasting the sweet-salty, fresh-smelling fluid that coated her

heeled boots.  I licked across the top, scooping up the come

with my tongue and swallowing it.  When I had finished with the

first boot, I lifted the second and performed the same service.

As I continued to kneel on the floor, my cock hanging out of my

pants, Sandy pushed her chair back, stood up, and walked out

of the room without a work.  As she neared the front doors of our

office suite, she did turn to say "There are a few drops of your

come on the floor.  Lick them up."  I leaned forward and cleaned the

carpet as she asked.  When I had finished and looked up she was gone.

Leaning back against a table, trying to recover my senses, I looked

down to see that juices had continued to leak from my now softened

rod and had soaked the front of my pants.



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