The office hummed with anticipation as Sarah, the secretary, slid into her stilettos. Today was the day she’d been waiting for—her boss’s favorite treat. She sauntered his office, her heels clicking like a metronome of desire.
“Mr. Thompson,” she purred, “I’ve been thinking about you all morning.” Her voice was a velvet whisper that sent shivers down his spine. She circled his desk, her hips swaying and leaned against the edge, one leg bent to show off her thigh-high stockings.
“Sarah,” he growled, his eyes locked on her shoes. “You know what I want.” She smiled wickedly, stepping closer until her shoe was inches from his face. With slow, deliberate motion, she pressed her foot against his crotch, feeling him harden beneath her heel.
“Is this what you’re craving, sir?” she teased, applying gentle pressure. He groaned, his hands gripping the armrests. Sarah shifted her, grinding her heel against him, feeling his body respond to her every move.
“Please,” he begged, his voice strained. “More.” Encouraged, Sarah lifted her foot and placed it on his thigh, slowly sliding it up until her shoe rested against his bulge She rocked her foot, feeling him throb against her sole.
“Cum for me, sir,” she commanded, her voice thick with lust. “Cum in my shoes.” With a final, firm press of her heel, she sent him over the edge, as he shuddered and released, his pleasure painting her shoe. Sarah smiled, knowing she had once again fulfilled her role as the perfect secretary footjob provider.
