[NSFW] Hooker’s Heels

BDSM Flash Fiction #2

Heels

“Mr. Carver, Your wife’s here.”

“Thank you, Margie. Let her in.”

“Morning, love,” Gina greeted. “I hope you don’t mind, but Margie’s going to help me with today’s pick.”

Jacob’s cock got harder at the thought of his secretary finding his secret. He had been hard since he left his clothes on from the waist up, but removed his pants, leaving only his garter belt and fishnet stocking on before sitting at his desk.

“Don’t,” Gina ordered, making Jacob shiver.

She knew him well. One or two strokes would do it for him, but she had stopped him before he had a chance to reach his exposed cock.

“Margie, which pair of stilettos you like best— these red ones or the black platforms?”

Margie went directly for the black ones, and Jacob’s heart speed up, those were his favorites.

“Great choice, Margie.”

“No problem, Gina. I love hooker heels. She giggled. Are you going to try them on?”

“The heels are not for me. They are for Jacob.”

“Excuse me?”

Jacob grabbed the offered heels and put them on. He took a second to admire how his calves looked wrapped in fishnets before standing up.”

Margie’s gasp filled the room.

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