High-heeled tease
By: Date: 2022.10.10. Categories: Sex Stories Tags: , ,

A few months ago, I had a very special experience at a night club in
Paris. As I was standing there looking around, I immediately noticed a
gorgeously sexy girl sitting at a nearby table. I guess the first thing
that caught my attention were her red 6 inches-high spiked heels, worn
over the sexiest legs I think I’d ever seen. Her naked thighs were
barely covered by a skimpy black leather micro-skirt, and atop that she
wore a black leather camisole tightly fastened at the front by laces
that exposed her full cleavage. She looked like she came right out from
one of these fetish fashion magazines, and I felt completely spellbound
as I kept looking her all over. I couldn’t help to start fantasizing
about her shoes, and felt my cock hardening under my tight cotton pants.
She seemed to notice that, for she smiled and licked her lips while
looking at my crotch. And when she shifted her legs pointing her heels
towards me, I started feeling embarrassed about the way my growing
hard-on was showing down my left thigh through the thin white fabric of
my pants. My complete lack of underwear only made the situation more
critical. The sexy bitch seemed to enjoy watching my arousal, and as she
kept looking at me, she seized her metal heel between her fingers and
started moving them back and forth along it. It really looked as if she
was performing a hand-job on her heel, and as her gaze was locked on my
crotch, I felt as if her fingers were actually moving over my shaft. My
cock sprung fully erect in a matter of seconds as I watched her subtle
performance. I just couldn’t keep standing there in that condition, and
approached her table to offer her a drink. To my surprise, she readily
accepted and motioned me to sit on the couch at her left.

As we were drinking having some light talk about the place, she
complained about her sore left ankle, asking me if I would mind giving
it a massage. Needless to say, I was too glad to oblige and see my
fantasy come true. But what was coming was far beyond all I had
expected. Turning towards me, she positioned her left leg at the top of
my lap just below the waist, and as if to make herself more comfortable
she rested her right heel on my inner left thigh, less than an inch from
the head of my tightly outlined erection. Her position had caused her
skirt to ride so high over her thighs that her pussy was completely
exposed, and I gasped as I realized that the vicious sexpot wore nothing
underneath. My cock got even harder at the sight and I felt it bump
against the tip of her heel resting on my inner thigh. But it soon
became even harder for me to concentrate on the massage, because she
proceeded to move her heel back and forth over my thigh to the rhythm of
the music, every so often lightly rubbing it over the head of my
erection. I felt my cock pulsating at the sensation, as if it would
break through the fabric of my pants. I could feel my precum dripping
from the intense arousal her subtle tease was creating in me, and I was
really embarrassed as I saw the growing wet spot that was showing
through my pants over the head of my cock. As soon as she saw my
situation, she told me something like :

“You know, Philip, are you sure it’s safe not to wear anything
underneath those tight pants? Take care not to have an accident !”

As she said that, her spiked metal heel proceeded to rub the head of my
cock in a circular motion, concentrating on the inner part. She seemed
to know the exact spots that were most sensitive and arousing to me, and
it only took a few seconds of her deft manipulations to have me feel as
if I would cream my pants right there. But she stopped her maddening
strokes just before it was too late, leaving my cock throbbing wildly
underneath her heel. After a few moments, she resumed her manipulations.
But this time, she seemed to be testing my reactions as she pressed the
tip of her heel into different parts of the head of my cock. As she did
that to a particular spot, I felt a strange sensation that caused my
erection to slightly subside. I didn’t pay much attention to that at the
moment, but I was soon to discover that everything she did was cleverly
calculated. Anyway, the slight softening of my cock seemed to cause even
more precum to drip through the fabric of my pants, making my situation
more and more critical. It was then that she moved her left leg down
from its position on my waist to enclose my shaft between the sole and
heel of her shoe, and started moving her pump back and forth in a slow
rythmical motion as the tip of her right heel kept deftly playing with
the head of my cock. The sexy bitch was giving me a heel job right
there, and I couldn’t believe how expert she was at it. She had me on
the brink of ejaculation in only a few strokes, and I started begging
her to stop before it was too late. But just as I was about to remove
her feet as I felt I couldn’t hold any longer from creaming my pants,
the tip of her heel applied a slight pressure to the same spot she had
been feeling a while ago, causing my arousal to diminish just enough to
keep me from coming. She immediately resumed her manipulations, getting
me even closer to a surging climax before applying a slightly firmer
pressure to that spot. The torture went on for several minutes, and each
time, she managed to bring me closer to the limit before stopping. My
pants were now wet with precum to the point that I didn’t care anymore
about messing them, and I was just hoping she would let her strokes last
just a little too long and give relief to my aching hard-on. As she
resumed her expert fondling, she asked me :

“You like the feel of my high-heels masturbating you through your tight
jeans, don’t you?”

Her words were too much for me, and I felt my come ready to surge up my
rod. She was lightly rubbing the tip of her heel against the most
arousing part of the head of my cock, and after a few seconds I couldn’t
hold any longer and started ejaculating under her heel. But at that
precise moment, her heel applied a very firm pressure to the same
special spot she had been experimenting with. I couldn’t believe it, but
it had the effect of immediately stopping my orgasm, leaving me with my
ever so intense arousal. My pants were getting seriously soaked from
what had just happened, but that expert little cock teaser wasn’t to
give me any rest. Once again, she proceeded to jerk me off with her
heels, and I gasped with even greater arousal as I saw her fingering
herself under her leather skirt as the tip of her heel deftly played
with the head of my cock through the soaked fabric of my pants. Her
position was completely exposing her dripping pussy to me as she kept
viciously rubbing her clitoris. And as she went on deftly masturbating
me with her heels, I kept looking at her her sun-tanned legs, moving my
gaze from the rim of her leather skirt over her hips down to the tip of
her red metal spiked heels that were busy working on my rod. But that
sight only increased the intensity of my arousal. I was again ready to
explode as I watched the way her sexily clad feet were working on my
shaft. Her left sole was resting on my thigh just above my erection as
she was gyrating the tip of her left heel back and forth along the
underside of my rod, brushing against my balls then back to the head of
my cock. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing. Everytime I was
on the edge of coming, she would release her pressure and just keep on
lightly grazing her left heel against my shaft as the spiked metal tip
of her right heel drew little circles on the head of my throbbing cock
in such a way as to have me feel my tension slowly build up in
anticipation of some devastating climax. I soon realized that her subtle
grazing was even more arousing than the firmer rubbing because of that
incredible tension it was creating inside my cock. And she knew exactly
where to apply her heel pressure, concentrating on the precise area of
the underside of the head of my cock that drove me completely crazy with
intense arousal. I was beginning to feel dizzy as her teasing
manipulations managed to constantly keep me on the brink of ejaculation
for what seemed endless moments. Her torture must have lasted for the
duration of a couple of songs, but to me, it seemed an eternity. I was
constantly hoping she would let her heel rub the head of my cock just
long enough to have me explode, but each time my cock started to throb
in anticipation, she would immediately stop her maddening strokes and
press the tip of her heel on that special spot in such a way as to
always keep me from coming.

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