Story

Shoe Whore

GiCWrites

It sucks to be single and 32! I try to console myself on a weekly basis with SHOES. Shoes are great because you can gain or lose a few pounds, but your shoe size doesn't change. As a bank manager I always have to look good; which isn't too difficult. I look like my Mom, same round face, chestnut hair in a page boy cut, same forest green eyes and tiny round nose. My lips are fuller though and shaped like a heart. I wear pretty suits, dresses and fabulous pumps every day. On Saturday afternoon I go to DSW. I treat myself to a new pair of pumps for work, or some strappy sandals for the weekend, maybe even some stilettos or rhinestone studded sandals for a night of dancing in Miami's clubs.
"Those are pretty." His voice broke into my private world.

"Thanks." I answered without thinking and turned to see who else was enjoying my shoes. He was older, at least old enough to be my Dad. He was tall and his hair was kind of ash blonde with platinum streaks. He had great deep blue eyes. His features were sharp. I thought he was probably of Scandinavian descent. That's all I remember from that day. I put my shoes away and went home. The following Saturday he was there again, and the next, and the next. Every week there he was complimenting my shoe purchases! So our friendship began. He asked if he could get me lunch. I thought, he's kind of old but what's wrong with having lunch with a handsome older man? We ate at California Pizza Kitchen.

"Have whatever you like, please don't give price a thought. Since I lost my wife I have no one to spend my money on."

"So you're a widower?" I asked wondering how much money we were talking about.

"Unfortunately yes, she died of cancer, by the time it was diagnosed it was too late. Let's not talk about that though. Let's enjoy good food and a better bottle of wine."

That day we ate and talked for almost 3 hours. He was a retired corporate accountant who now worked occasionally as a financial counselor. He gave me a business card. He had grown children and a small house near the water in Palm Beach. We were both originally from Michigan. By the end of lunch he asked me if he could purchase my shoes for me. I felt a little uncomfortable with the idea but I couldn't say no. My shoe habit is my only vice and sometimes it's a little expensive. I agreed to meet him in front of DSW as usual the following week. I Googled him when I got home and I did a quick background check. Hey, don't judge me! He wanted to pay for my shoe habit! The following week when I came out of DSW with my shoes, he was waiting. He smiled and stood to greet me. His demeanor was warm and welcoming. His smile reminded me of my 7th grade boyfriend Billy. I held out the box that contained my new red glitter sling backs with rhinestone buckles. He loved them. He asked me if I'd like a pedicure, explaining that he'd always given his wife a pedicure. I reluctantly agreed and followed him home after we ate lunch together on.

"Here's something to cover the cost of the shoes and thanks for trusting me enough to come here with me." He said handing me an envelope as we entered his house. I put it in my purse. He led me inside the house. I couldn't believe it; he had an actual pedicure chair! It was in a small room adjacent to the master bedroom and the front sitting room.

"Wow! You were serious about this pedicure." I climbed into the chair and let him pamper my feet. It was so relaxing. No man had ever touched my feet before. He massaged my feet and my calves until I thought I might fall asleep. When he was done he brought me in to see his wife's shoes. I had never before seen so many shoes outside of a store! Every designer and every possible style; that closet took my breath away. He let me choose a pair.

"My wife was a perfect size 7 like you. I know she'd hate to see her shoes collecting dust."

This became our routine for weeks. I found myself wondering if he'd want more; and entertaining the possibility of giving it to him. So I started wearing shorter dresses and only my sexiest VS panties. I finally asked him if I could lie down while he applied my polish.
"Can I give you a special foot massage after your polish dries?" He asked as I laid down on a purple velvet chaise in the front room.
"Sure." I found myself wanting him to massage more than my feet. I made sure my dress fell so that my thighs were exposed. As he rubbed my feet his glance scanned my body. I was wearing a short red sun dress with spaghetti straps. As he looked at my breasts I could feel my nipples hardening from his attention. My body became more relaxed every moment. I felt my pussy getting wet for him. I'd shaved so close that my juice was dripping onto my panties. The massage oil he used smelled like a pina colada. I opened my eyes and looked into his. I'd broken down the boundaries. He licked the souls of me feet and sucked my toes endlessly. I began to moan as these new sensations struck me.
"Do you want to cum for me Sherry?"

"Yes Arthur." I replied with my eyes still closed.

"I bought something for you." His voice called my attention to him. In his hand he held a big massager, not the personal kind. It was much too large for any kind of penetration and made of a hard plastic. He turned it on, it hummed loudly. He started at my feet. The massager was hot, almost too hot. He continued to my calves and my thighs. He moved it over my clit. The hot vibration rippled through my panties into my pussy and my ass. I couldn't contain myself. I sat up looking at him and pulled my dress off. He pushed me back with his free hand gently on my shoulder then moved his hand between my breasts. He touched my nipples with the hot vibrator. It felt like it burned me. I looked up at him towering over me and wondered if he intended to hurt me. He clicked off the vibrator setting it down. My heart ricocheted around in my chest. He held my face and kissed my lips. Then his hands moved down over my shoulders to my singed breasts. My body was tense and wanton. He caressed my breasts and pinched my nipples. I screamed. His big hands made my B cups look tiny. His big mouth kissed my nipples replacing any discomfort with tender warmth.

"I've had thoughts of exploring every part of you with my tongue since before I knew your name… Sherry." He whispered as he pulled off my saturated panties. I spread my legs wide for him wanting the tongue he'd offered. His mouth moved down the center of my body, and then to my thighs. He licked me, stroking my inner thighs with his tongue. I felt like I was a Popsicle melting with each stroke of his hot tongue. My pussy had waited so long for him… he moved his soft hot tongue over my clit then firmed it and extended it into me.

"Sherry you are sweeter than I could have imagined, may I kiss your cunt until you cum?"

"Yes Arthur."

He then continued to tongue me skillfully. I came for him and belonged to him that day. When my pussy was exhausted he rolled me onto my belly.
"Oh Sherry, may I please kiss your ass now?" He asked as his hands caressed the cheeks of my firm ass. "Yes."

He softly spread my ass cheeks and pierced my only virgin orifice with his expert tongue. He kissed my ass with a passionate hunger that brought on a unique and wondrous climax that left me feeling like I would do anything to please him.

"That's my sweet girl…my sweet girl…"he repeated as I tried to recover. I sat up finally and knelt before him. I unbuckling his belt and took down his pants eager to suck his cock; hoping to make him cum as strongly as I had. He touched my hair and slowly fucked my face as I sucked him. Just when I thought he'd feed me his juice he stepped back.

"Lay down sweet girl." I did as he asked without question; he'd broken me. He moved down to my feet and stroked his long thin cock with his hand until the juices he'd held back shot all over my polished magenta toe nails. He rubbed his cock on my cum coated toes until it became flaccid, then he sat at my feet resting his head on the chaise.

"You are beautiful from your head to your toes. I just want to take care of you."

The only thought that crept into my head as I laid there in my sexual euphoria was 'am I a shoe whore?'