Sammi wears big, black boots. And she does it on purpose. She, in fact, has a whole collection of them.

They're all slightly different, but they're all tall, tight, and badass. And they all make my dick hard.

The last time she wore boots, she walked into my office, dropped her purse on the chair, stood very close to me, and said, “I'd like you to take me to lunch.”

She put a boot up on the lip of my wastebasket, and I felt my cock stiffen.

“I told you this morning that today is a bad day. I have a lot going on. I only have an hour before that big meeting with — “

“Now,” she said. She had nothing in her hand, but she smacked her palm against her thigh and my dick jerked in my pants.

I stood. “I only have — “

“We'll use the time we have,” she insisted. She glanced at the clock and then at me. “And because I'm kind, I'll assure you that you'll be back in one hour. Exactly.”

I took her arm and out we walked. Her in her patterned leggings, tasteful sweater, and tall, black boots.

My secretary looked at her with a disapproving expression, but I saw the men in the office practically drooling.

Those high-heeled boots made her ass swing more than normal when she walked. But even with more demure footwear, the swing on that ass was anything but normal.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“We're going wherever I say we're going.”

My hand strayed to the front of my pants. What I really wanted to do was get my cock in my hand and rub one out on those boots of hers. And Sammi damn well knew it.

“Don't you dare,” she said, steel in her voice, as she strode across the parking lot to her car.

She hit the key fob and unlocked the doors. I shoved my hands in my pockets but made sure to keep them still. She'd be watching, no doubt about it.

I got in and then she started the car and headed to the mall.

“Are we going to the food court?”

“Nope.”

“Are we — “

“Hush,” she said. “You'll see when you see.”

I nodded and watched her long, lean leg move as she drove. Every time she pressed the brake or switched pedals to accelerate, her calf flexed beneath that patent leather and I thought I might come in my pants.

She glanced at the clock and smiled. “Plenty of time.”

We parked in the corner of the fourth level of the garage, and I had no idea what she was thinking. Even so, I followed along when she got out and waved me toward the stairwell. We headed down with her in front. I watched her ass sway as she walked, and I tried to think about anything but burying my cock in her cunt. I failed.

On the third floor she opened a door, and I said, “Uh, that's not the entrance to the mall.”

Through the doorway was an odd, grungy triangular room which was merely the space between the door we'd just used and three other doors that were clearly for employees. I watched her test them; they were all locked.

“I know that,” she said with some irritation. “I made a wrong turn in here the other day and found the room… quaint.”

I looked around and nearly laughed. Quaint? It looked like something from a horror movie.

She turned to face me. She smiled, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face. “Do you like it, baby?”

“I — “

She tapped the toe of one of her boots against the stained concrete; it was like she'd jerked on a string that was attached to my dick.

“It's great,” I said. Because if it meant I'd get off, then it was great.

She pointed to the floor. “Kneel.”

I dropped to my knees, thinking, Fuck my pants. Fuck it that there'd be oil stains on my clothes for the meeting. Fuck the fact that any one of the doors that surrounded us could open at any moment.

“I tried to think about anything but burying my cock in her cunt. I failed.”

She curled a finger at me, and I shuffled forward on my knees. She put the toe of her boot on my shoulder, and the motion opened her legs right in front of my face. I could smell her arousal through her taut leggings. I could also see through them, thanks to the blinding overhead fluorescents and thin material. She was bare beneath the black patterned fabric.

“You're going to eat my pussy. And you're going to eat it well. Do you understand?” She tapped the toe of her boot, and it seemed to vibrate through me. I moaned softly.

She moved her leg, and she pulled her leggings down to her knees. She let her thighs part, and when I leaned forward to lick her, she tsked. “Scoot closer. Put your hands on the floor while you eat me.”

My heart plummeted, but my dick ached. I knew where she was going with this.

I did as she ordered, moving forward on my knees before leaning a bit to rest my hands on the floor as I buried my face between her legs.

“Eat me,” she hissed. I lapped at her, sucking her clit gently before going back to long, lazy swipes. I tasted the sweet ocean tang of her pussy. She stood before me in a narrow, strong stance.

“Harder,” she hissed.

I used more force as I lapped at her. My dick jerked in my pants, and I'd have given a million dollars to touch it. But Sammi stopped that thought by nudging the toes of her boots over the tips of my fingers. She stood on them just hard enough to make them throb but not do any damage.

“Lick, boy,” she said and tapped my forehead with her finger.

I licked. I lapped at her and swirled my tongue around the tight knot of her clit. I stuck the rigid tip of my tongue in her pussy, gathering her cream. I went back to lapping as her hips shot forward and her fingers tugged my hair.

I found myself humping the air, the bite of her big, black boots making my balls ache with wanting to come.

When she climaxed, Sammi pulled my hair so hard that tears flooded my eyes. I started to sit back on my haunches, but she shook her head. “No, no, big boy. One more.”

I leaned in and went back to work. The second orgasm was always fast and hard, especially if I gave her clit a break and went slow and gentle for a few minutes. I gave her lazy whirls and loops and licks. I breathed on her pussy so the heat of my exhalations could be felt.

“Mmm…” She rocked her pelvis forward, beckoning.

That was my cue that she was no longer too sensitive. I continued with my gentle ministrations, but when she banged her mound against my teeth, I took the hint and lapped at her faster and harder until she was coming all over again. Her cries bounced around the weird, small room.

She lifted her toes, and the blood began to flow back into my fingertips. With every heartbeat, they throbbed in time.

Sammi made a point of glancing at her watch. “Better get at it. Ticktock, ticktock.”

I scrambled at my zipper, willing my fingers to work properly. When I finally got myself free, I gripped my shaft tight and began to stroke. There was no time to waste and no time for finesse. I jacked my cock hard and stared at the shiny shaft of the patent leather boots. I pictured my cream painting them with pearlescent streaks. I pictured her boots on my fingertips and felt the resounding, aching throb of their recovery.

“I moaned and sucked his cock to distract myself from the wand's intensity.”

Sammi nudged my cockhead with her toe. I moaned, and she laughed before doing it again.

“Don't you want to see your come all over my pretty boots? Don't you want to lick it up? Because I assure you, you won't be leaving a mess behind.”

I moaned again, my hips bucking as I abused myself vigorously. She slowly dragged the toe of her boot along my prick, and I lost it.

I cried out, releasing a gasp, as my orgasm hit me fast and hard. I aimed at her shiny boot, letting loose arcs of pearly come. When I was spent, she presented her messy boot with a stomp of her foot.

“Better hurry.”

I did my duty, leaning forward, my fingers throbbing against the concrete, and cleaned my load off her boot with my tongue.

Sammi bent over and kissed my nose. “Good boy.” She grabbed my tie and tugged upward until I stood. “Put yourself together. You don't want to be late for your meeting, do you?”

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