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Being a shoe fetishist I came across a sissy named Patriciya, full time trans and a little shoe hoarder. When we first met and she opened her closet, aka shoe vault
the look and smell of used stripper heels made me hard and I made her my sissy shoe bitch. She was inexperienced, but willing to experiment, which I found hot and
hotter yet, she was into heels and boots almost as much as me. I made her send me sexy pics while I was at work and even made her wear heels and a chastity during
a drink date...

...

I got to her place, my penis throbing just thinking of her black patent platforms, she wore on the pics I got earlier. It was late but I was horny and told her, to
tease herself and then go to bed, but wearing sexy lingerie and latex, making the bed hot and sweaty. NO HEELS! She was being dominated, which made her demure,
calling me her Daddy, she could only wear heels for me... That kinda domination felt new and exciting, and I popped to the bathroom, making as little noise as posssible.
I found her heels on the floor, after allowing her to take them out of the vault and make pics, but not to cum under any circumstance. I grabbed them and ran my hand across
the patent getting turned on, I smelt them, it was a heel fuckers delight, I wanted to fuck Patriciya somewhat badly, and suck her over heels, my dream, but be dominating.
Tall order, I got naked, I inserted my dick in her heel, started stroking, barely being able to compose myself and making my way to the bedroom, carrying her slut
booties...

She wasn't asleep, but waited demurely under the covers, getting hotter, making the bed wet from the sweaty latex. My hand uncovered her, shaking, looking at her
young body, her stockinged legs and feet, waiting to be heeled, mmm. I slipped the black shoe on and she started moaning, willingly bending her leg and moving it closer to
me, so I could lick it. Before she got too hard I locked her in a pink chastity, leaning over her, smelling her, I could tell she was playing...
'Did you play with yourself, sissy?'
'Yes, daddy... I have been a bad girl... I couldn't help it, after I took the pics for you I got turned on'
'Did you play with the heels while I was away?' My hand grabbed her neck, while I leaned in and bend her leg, so the black patent heel was agaist her cheek,
almost on her lips.
'You can only play with them for me... Now lick them!'

Her tongue slipped out and touched the latex looking heel, I got so hard. I leaned in and licked too, having our tongues touch over the shoes.
'I got you a present, you can have it if you're my good shoe sissy...'
She nodded, as her hand grabbed my hard penis and guided it between her other heel, gently stroking me with it. She started to suck on the heel as I watched, and got
wetter and wetter. I pushed her legs back, so she was holding them in the air, by the heels, as I moved her wet panties to the side, exposing her boipussy, nice and wet.
I grabbed her pink popsicle dildo, and gave it to her to lick, she sucked really well, I had to pace myself to not finish too fast. She was skinny and could bend to
lick the tip of her penis, so hot, imagine that being dressed in latex and craving sexy footwear... The didlo slid into her with ease, as she moaned, bringing her
legs down grabbing the bed frame. I pulled it as I finished putting the condom on and slipped into her, she was tight but slippery, and she grabbed my neck puling me close to her heel, I
licked uncontrolably as she smiled and stuck her tongue out to join in.
'I think it's time for your present now...'

I reached under the bed and grabbed a pair of vintage red heels I got of the net, red patent with a rubber insole, smelled like girly sexy feet, and a little of me
because I had some fun with unboxing. She looked at them like a deer in headlights.
'Oh, daddy, I love them!'
'Wanna lick them and maybe later wear them for me, sissy?'
'Mhm, yes, please, daddy!'

I slowly moved the gorgeous smelling sexy slut shoes to her naughty tongue as I thrusted her and held on to her leg. She licked and moaned, smelt and her eyes were shiny
losing herself in the taboo pleasure. I had to slow down to not cum, pulled out and jumped up. Grabbed the heel and slid my penis in the heel, so the head poked through the opening. She leaned in
and her tongue touched my tip, as I moaned and started jerking the heel in ecstasy. She licked both my dick and shoes at the same time, as I was removing her black shoes.
I allowed her to put on the second heel on her foot while she sucked me and I couldn't wait anymore. I got on top of her, so she licked me in a 69 pose, I brought her
heel closer to her locked penis, as I unlocked the cage. She got hard in seconds as I moved the heel over her tip, making it wet and glossy from her precum. I had to lean in
and lick the shoe, tasting her, I wanted to suck her so badly. My hands were shaking as I moved the shoe over her penis and her wet head poked through the peeptoe.
She smelled amazing, the wet shoe shining, I toouched her tip, a little strand of her precum stretched from my tongue as I backed off to look at it again. I leaned in and sucked her as she jerked me with
the heel, and played with my butt. I moved to the side and grabbed her hair, bending her to lick her own penis for me as I watched in awe, but not for long, my tongue joined in
as we both licked her salty and sweet precum. She was jerking me, and I was ready, I stood up and put the heeed cock in her mouth as she stroked me to the finish.

It was the best orgasm ever, I was throbing, being encased in the sexy shoe, as she sucked all my cum from the peephole. I leaned down to kiss her and taste myself.
She moaned hard and whimpered, I knew she had to cum. I bend her back, keeping the pther heel on her while I watched strands of cum spurt towards her mouth, she catching
them and moaned at every drop. I toom both of the cummy shoes and gave them to Patriciya, she licked them while catching her breath.
'That's enough, back to bed, sissy bitch.'
'Thank you daddy, and thanks for the lovely present.'
I covered her as I was leaving, I put the shoes in her closet, before locking them I slipped a lick feeling pretty amazing.
'I'll see you soon slut shoes and my sissy.'

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It was a hot, muggy and cloudy Tuesday afternoon at the end of July. As usual, my uncle had gone off golfing and the store was dead. Maybe ten customers all day and none since lunch. Then, in the middle of that sultry afternoon, The Rack walked in. She was a real bombshell, probably about ten years older than me, and her boobs were incredible. They were huge and yet appeared to be firm, no hint of sag. She wore a peasant blouse and there was a real strain on the neckline, I can tell you. She’d...

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I'd been working in a department store last summer, in the shoe section as a sales assistant, to earn some extra money before school started again. The store was in a mall, with glass frontage looking out to where all the people streamed past. The various departments were laid out in inside, with the shoe department against a section of the rear wall. The wall itself and various free-standing diplays held the shoes, and if anyone wanted to try anything on then there were low benches to sit...

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If The Shoe Fits 3 By Paul Jutras and Heather St. Claire For the past few hours thunder rumbled in the clear sky. As the black clouds worked their magic along the sky, rain broke up out from the heavens and poured on Moon Tech Labs. As raindrops beat against the windowpane of one lab, Dick Niteglo watched as his months of hard work had finally paid off. With the plans he had copied, the shoes to turn any woman into a living mannequin were reborn. "Now I must make sure these shoes...

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This story is based on Savita Bhabhi comics which you can read in Savita Bhabhi was having a meal with her friend Annie. The women were laughing and having a good time. Annie dropped her handkerchief, and a waiter grabbed it for her. Before he stood back up, his eyes fell on Annie’s shoes and froze. Waiter: Ma’am, are those the latest Louis Vuitton? Annie: Yes, it is. Good guess. Waiter: It was no guess, madam. You could say women’s shoes are my passion. Thank you, miss. You have made my...

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Shoe Heaven Debra Darling "What the hell?" John yelped in a high girlish voice. The sound of that alone assaulted his senses. Senses that were already overwhelmed by what he could see and feel. As his awareness grew he realized that he was fastened to some kind of a padded chair. His arms were secured to the arms of the chair at the shoulders, elbows and wrists. A strap seemed to go around his chest. His legs were held in place with straps at mid-thigh, knees and ankles. He...

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Me and Anne were getting ready to go shopping in Leeds. It was a sunny, warm day. Anne was wearing a red, flowery, button down the front summer dress that came down to her mid thighs, it was shorter than she normally wears, and it accentuated her long legs. Underneath she wore a sheer white lace bra and matching thong. She was cleanly shaven and her slit was clearly visible through the lace. I told her she looked fantastic and wasted no time taking her into my arms, giving her a long, wet kiss...

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It was finally time. I left work with my feet aching, victims of too old, too worn shoes. After years in retail, and a mature woman, it was time for new ones.But I was leaving late. Everything was almost ready to close when I got to the mall. I hobbled as fast as I could to the small shoe store way back in an out-of-the way part of the mall where I usually did my rare shoe shopping. An aged, white bearded man was almost ready to pull the grate down over the entrance, but he saw me limping...

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I had been divorced for over a year, dated a few women, but nothing serious. My ex had a few girlfriends with whom I had remained friends with. One in particular, Renee, I had always felt a connection with. We had flirted and teased all through my marriage but never acted on it. Well, the holiday season was in full swing when i got the call. She had invited me, on short notice to accompany her to a holiday party. It was just after noon and the party was that night! I told her i would love to....

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