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The Office Debut

You can tell a lot about a girl by the way she dresses, especially if she’s wearing fuck me shoes. As I stepped off the elevator and made my way to my new office, my heels clicked sharply against the marbled floor.  I spent the entire weekend preparing for this day.  My first day at a prestigious marketing firm.  I wanted to make a memorable impression, so I wore a fitted red dress that clung to my curves, stopping a few inches above my knees. The neckline dipped just enough to highlight my collarbone and hint at my shape beneath.  My lips were a bold crimson matching the dress.  My sky high fuck me shoes brought the entire outfit together.  I felt confident and sexy.

As I walked through the office, heads turned.  Not with admiration, but with mixed looks of surprise, awkwardness and exchange whispers. When I reached my desk, I flashed a polite smile at a well dressed man sitting nearby.  His gaze traveled up and down to my fuck me shoes and quickly back to his computer screen.

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The morning began with introductions.   I met my team, a diverse group of mostly men who seemed enamored with my fuck me shoes.  The few women there gave me polite but stiff smiles.  My new boss, Karen asked me to step into her office after the meeting ended. Upon entering her office, I set across from her with my legs crossed as I had not worn panties that day.  Or any other day for that fact as long as I could remember.

“First of all, welcome”, Karen began.  Her eyes taking all of me in.  “You’re clearly talented, and I’m excited to have you”.  She continued.  “But your outfit today is a bit bold for our office”.  “Especially the fuck me shoes.”  My jaw dropped, I couldn’t believe she said that.  A thousand thoughts flooded my mind. I ate lunch alone that day.  Pretending not to hear the snippets of conversation about me.  That evening, as I rode the elevator down to the lobby, I caught my reflection in the polished doors.  I still felt hot and sexy in my fuck me shoes. So I decided to get a cocktail before heading home for the night.

My Desired Outcome

That evening, while enjoying a mojito at a downtown pub, I was approached by a well-dressed man who looked somewhat familiar.  He was introduced to me in the morning meeting. “Hello there, I’m Tom.  How was your first day?  By the way, love the fuck me shoes.”  He said as he sat down beside me.  I laughed out loud and we clinked glasses.  I guess I had made quite the first impression.  Now several drinks later Tom had a few things to divulge.  First, that he couldn’t take his eyes off of me all day.  And second,  he was married to my boss, Karen.

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As the sun sank in the sky and evening become night, we found ourselves sitting closer.  Our lips met for a long minty mojito kiss and I felt my pussy grow wet.  We paid the tab and headed for my place just minutes away. Once inside, Tom’s hands were all over me.  I stepped out of my sexy red dress, now clinging to my ankles.   While still in my fuck me shoes, Tom bent me over the kitchen island and dropped his pants.  My pussy pulsated as I was eager to get doggy styled.  His throbbing stiff cock found my wet snatch and he began to pump my soaking wet hole.

I bent over further as his thrust became more robust and aggressive.  He grabbed my hips and pounded me hard.  I held on to the countertop as I climaxed and squirted my divine juices all over his rock hard penis.  Moments later, Tom let out a guttural moan as he shot his hot load deep inside my quivering pussy. As we caught our breath, I grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the refrigerator.  Then I walked Tom to the door. Completely naked, with the exception of my sexy fuck me shoes.

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