My Christmas Party

A couple years ago, a former busting buddy and I agreed to go to each other's Christmas parties together. My Christmas present to her that year was going to be a pair of heels, and her present to me was going to be to use test drive them on me first.

We met in Toronto first to go shopping. She found a professional/slutty red dress to wear for the party and as luck would have it, 8 stores later, we found her a pair of 4 inch, peep toe, red needle heels that matched perfectly. We headed back to my place and as we walked in the door, she pressed me against the wall, kissed me once, kneed me twice, and walked away ... I knew it was going to be a great two weekends.

Fastforward to the night of the Christmas party. My office is rather stuffy, so beyond a couple under the table squeezes, all that happened was me staring at her new heels and imagining what would be happening later. We left the party with a couple others and headed to a club. We grabbed some drinks and headed to the dance floor. Every now and then when we were dancing face to face, her knee would 'accidentally' rise up causing me to smile. Every time we were dancing back to front, her hand would reach around and remind me of what was to come.

We headed out earlier than the rest and decided to hit my office first. One of the things we had talked about many times was her busting me in the office and with it being 2am, it was a perfect opportunity. As we got inside, she grabbed my tie and told me to direct her to my desk. I gladly followed and when we got to my desk was pushed into my chair. She did a sexy walk over to the desk, sat down, and put each foot onto my knees. With her cute dress, I had quite the view, but my eyes closed quickly when her heel founds it's mark.

She started with some light pressure as she pressed the entire shoe in - my stones feeling the heel, my shaft feeling the rest of her foot. I tried to lean back to give her better access, but every time I tried to she just pushed harder so she could enjoy the view of me curled up. She told me to stand in front of her, she wanted to kick me ten times before I dropped - I got to six before I took a knee. She put a foot on my shoulder, giving me another fabulous view. She saw me looking and told me to enjoy it while it lasted. I got back up - and she wasn't nearly as nice for the last four. I ended on my back curled up and to her satisfaction. She stood up, opened my knees and told me not to move. She braced herself on a close wall, put the ball of her foot between my legs, and stood up putting her full weight on me. I took a deep breath as my brain flooded with the pain.

We got back to my place around 3:30 after a painful uber ride home. And as we walked back in I was met with the same fate - two hard knees in the doorway, but then it kept going. Most of the clothes got tossed but the heels stayed on and I knew I was in trouble. We went to the living room and her barrage began. Over the next hour I was kicked from the front, the back, and grinded. When the heels came off, the kicks continued with knees and squeezes being added to the mix. When I didn't safe word out - she promised me that it was going to be her goal the following weekend in Ottawa.

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