- Allow? - Tom hesitantly opened the door to the office of the boss.

Catherine, not noticing Tom, continued to talk with someone on the phone. She sat in her luxurious leather chair. But Tom's attention was attracted by her legs, which she put on the table during the conversation. He always liked legs in pantyhose, with shoes on long heels, but what he saw today seemed perfect to him. Matt black exceptional quality stockings, flaunted on the legs of the boss. Lacquer black shoes on an elegant, tall hairpin in which Catherine was shod, lay on the edge of the table.

Not realizing what was happening to him, Tom timidly approached the boss and sat down and began to look at what was driving him crazy. He touched the muscles of his calf with the tip of his finger, he reached out and kissed Catherine's foot through the stockings. She noticed him out of the corner of her eye, but did not show a look, because she liked what was going on. Continuing, as if indifferently to talk on the phone, it was becoming more and more difficult for her to gather her thoughts, answering the interlocutor by phone.

And Tom, meanwhile, had already covered Katherine's shoes with kisses, his fingers gently caressing her legs, through the thinnest nylon. His mind was agitated, and he did not even notice how the boss, after hanging up, watched with interest as he kissed her shoes. She moved her legs, making it clear to Tom that he was no longer alone with his fantasies, but he only turned her gaze into the eyes of the girl and continued to kiss and caress her legs through the nylon. His kisses and caresses began to approach Katherine's knee, and she slightly parted her hips, gave the boy the opportunity to kiss her second leg and a shoe.

Already, Tom, sitting between his knees apart, kisses them, simultaneously caressing the palms of her superior hips. Katherine, meanwhile, also immersed in pleasure, one hand thrusting under her blouse and caressing her nipple, and the other with her skirt lifted, caressed her pussy under her lace panties. She threw her head back and, rolling her eyes, breathed deeply.

Tom’s lips, kissed the girl’s legs, reached what was between them. The fragrance emitted by Katherine’s pussy was sweet and tough, he beckoned and captivated. Tom pushed his thin panties with his nose and kissed the hand of his boss, who was already almost completely immersed in her pussy and was richly smeared with secretions. He began to lick these secretions from the outside of his palm, while continuing to simultaneously caress the girl's buttocks with his hands. Girl fingers parted her lips sex, inviting the guy's tongue to lick it inside.

Tom with extraordinary affection and diligence began to serve his boss, licking her crotch and fucking her tongue, so that Catherine was almost finished. She violently squeezed her breasts and was already breathing heavily and often. But when Tom, taking his clit with his lips, began to suck on it, simultaneously inserting Catherine on the pussy and ass with a finger, she convulsed a violent orgasm. She was shaking without shame, pressing her head to her pussy, stretching her orgasm.

When she finished, Kathryn kicked Tom in the shoulder and he fell to the floor. She stood up carefully on his belly with one foot, made him strain the press. When he tensed, she stepped on him and the second foot. He looked from below, under her skirt and admired her beautiful legs, not feeling pain at all. Catherine, treading a little on Tom's stomach, stepped through the pants onto the penis and, feeling that he was standing, rested her thin heel on him.

- What hurts?

- Not at all, on the contrary, I am even dragged from it.

- Oh, how great! Then take off your clothes and turn on your stomach.

Tom quickly fulfilled the will of his superior, who, having quickly risen to him, began to walk on his back in his shoes, bringing heels to Tom a slight, pleasant pain. Tom moaned slightly. He had long dreamed of this. In his fantasies, Catherine took the place of the torturer, Mrs.

Suddenly, the girl’s heel touched his ass's hole. Tom lifted his head from the floor and groaned.Catherine, noticing this, only pressed her foot harder, and the heel penetrated deep in Tom's ass. He shivered and howled in pleasure.

- More more! - He moaned when Catherine began to move the heel of the shoes in his ass.

- Enough, turn around. - She said when she noticed that her actions no longer bring him high.

Tom rolled onto his back. Catherine stood with one shoe on his chest, the second rested against his mouth, squeezing his face. She walked a little over his chest and face, and he just felt bad about it, looking at her stockings and getting excited by it.

Now Catherine seized a desire for power over a man, and she wanted to torture the "cursed process." She began to press the heels-hairpin on the embarked and hardened member of Tom. She pressed so hard that it seemed he was about to poke. But this did not happen and vice versa, when she stopped her agony and removed her shoe, Tom felt a heavenly high from the disappearing pain.

- Repeat, please. - He said through clenched teeth.

- Now.

This time the girl decided to try a guy an egg. She first rolled them over with the tip of her shoes, then began to squeeze with her heel and, finally, try to pierce the heel with a pin. Tom was in seventh heaven with pleasure. It turns out he never got what he wanted. Here are the pleasures that his brain wanted.

Noticing that with her sharp heels, Kathryn had scratched Tom’s flushed dignity, she left him.

- Where are you going? Go on, don't go. - Tom got up from the floor and, continuing to sit on it, hugged the boss's legs behind the legs.

He began to kiss them through capron, he stroked them with his hands. He particularly kissed Katherine's knees, devotedly looking from below into her eyes.

- Not enough for you? Then get it. - the girl slightly raised her foot and stepped on a cock that was standing with a stake and pressed on it with all her weight.

Sparks fell from the guy's eyes. He pressed Catherine tightly against his lower legs and clenched his teeth. For a few seconds his mind left him, and as soon as his boss eased the pressure, and removed the shoe from his penis, he ended up with a special voluptuousness and pleasure. He, softly moaning, rubbed his cheeks on the boss's legs in black stockings and finished, finished right on the nose of her black, patent-leather shoes.

After Tom had finished, he looked up and faced Catherine’s stern, hard eyes. She seemed to burn him.

- Lick it. - The girl raised the leg, and the tip of the shoe, from which the sperm had already flowed, was in front of the guy's nose.

He took it with both hands, gently took it and began to collect his sperm from his tip with his tongue. He did it slowly, gently, trying so that Katherine saw it all from the top. She smiled predatory, rejoicing in her superiority.

- Enough. Get dressed. Said the boss when Tom swallowed up all the white, viscous fluid. She kicked him, so that the shoe was in his mouth. - Get dressed and be ready to always be my slave.

- Yes, I always, please. - Tom stood up with trembling hands, and frantically began to gather his belongings from the floor.

- By the way, I have several girlfriends who also like being mistresses. We even have one slave already. I hope you are ready to join her? - Catherine lifted her foot and set foot on Tom's shoulder. A sharp pain from the heel again swept over the guy's body. The boss stooped down and approached his face.

- I have already said that I agree. - his eyes ran frantically.

- Then pshel from here. And always be ready, in my first call to fulfill the whims of the mistress. - Catherine back of her hand made a gesture that he cleaned. She strongly pushed Tom, he fell to the floor, and quickly rose, retired like a naughty kitten.

Author: Slava Pushkin E-mail: