Shoes - Pt.2

"Here, let me," she said softly.

She bent forward and slipped the hooks on the straps -- made it look easy -- and kissed me hard from beneath her cloud of curls. She smelt delicious. Her skin, her perfume.....and the slight but unmistakable smell of by now soaking pussy.

I swear as she kissed me she felt the strength of my desire for her, like a dam ready to burst. I'm not sure she was looking at my pants but they were an absolute tent, my cock was like an iron bar straining against them.

She pulled away from me and stood up, composed herself a little and pulled her skirt straight. But I could see how turned on she was too by now, her chest was flushed and her breathing was fast and ragged. She did her 'turn' around the room. Her legs looked amazing in these. The height and angle really made them look even more beautiful.

"These are better," she said. "I can actually walk in them. Just. If I ever need to."

She could, too, although the height was close to the limit for someone of her short stature and small feet to cope with. She took another quick turn as they fitted much better and she was happier walking in them, showing off to me and making sure she was showing plenty of leg.

She looked over to me and caught my eye, but I was completely gone. She must have seen some sort of animal look in my eyes I think, I almost caught a flash of fear but then I saw that fear also mix with lust. Her eyes flickered down to my pants and then widened. I'm not sure she'd ever seen me so wound up.

She looked me in the eye again and time seemed to stand still. Then she came back to the sofa and sat back down. I reached for her feet to slip the straps and move on to the next pair, but she just shook her head violently.

"Leave them on" she said in a low, sexy growl, biting her lip and staring in my eyes.

Then she slid down on to the floor to her knees and turned and bent herself over the footstool. She didn't say anything, she didn't need to. She pulled her dress up over her arse, parted her legs and pulled her panties roughly to the side. Her sparsely haired pussy was quivering, open, lips parted and wet, visibly aching for a cock.

I practically ripped my pants pulling open the buttons and shoving them down my thighs and my dick sprang out, at an upward angle of 45o. My helmet was huge, purple and throbbing, I'd never seen my cock so engorged.

I placed the broad helmet against her opening and swear I could see her juice running out of her. She tried to push back on to me to take me in, but I wanted to savour the sight and feeling. I just knew that moment of penetration with me so hard and her so wet was going to be phenomenal and I had to make the most of it.

"Just get that cock in me now," she commanded breathlessly.

But it was my turn to tease. I wanted this moment to last for ever. I was rocking my hips just giving her the end of the tip. Every tiny movement forward pushed her open slightly wider, every tiny movement back I could see the tip of my cock glistening. Then I gave her half the head. Then pulled back. This time as my cock head pulled away from her pussy a long string of her juice came with it. It seemed to take an age. Then the string snapped. And something instantly snapped in me.

I lunged forward and gave her my whole length at once, forcing her open wide. My cock's maybe average, bit over average length, but I've always been proud of my girth so it was a fat chunk of meat to take in one hit. She cried out and her pussy clenched, stopping my thrust. I pulled back then rammed it home again. This time she was ready for it and her canal opened up to my assault and I bottomed out, forcing my pubes against hers.

She let out a deep, low moan, something primal.

"Fucking hell Rob! Never felt you so deep."

I don't think I'd ever felt her so wet. She can be quite reserved until she suddenly loses it, and she'd lost it here. She was absolutely wanton, reaching back and pulling her thighs apart to open herself up as wide as she could.

"Just need to be fucked." She grunted. "Hard. HARD!"

I gave it to her. I grabbed her arse and hips to ram her back on to my cock, whilst spreading her wide with my thumbs. I hooked one thumb into her panties to keep them well out of the way pulled right to the side. With the speed and strength I was ploughing into her, I didn't want any material anywhere near me getting in the way or giving me friction burns.

My cock was as hard as it's ever been in my life as I plunged deep again and again into my gorgeous wife. Her creamy white arse was rippling with the power of my thrusts as she moaned her way towards her first orgasm. She bit down on her own hand as she cried out, then grabbed her own tits roughly as I pounded her and started kneading them. I could see the sweat beading in the small of her back just below the material of her dress that was still bunched round her waist.

"Hold my heels," she gasped.

I leaned back and held the heels in my hands. This angled my cock further forward in her so my fat helmet was raking the front wall of her pussy, right on her G spot and she yelled out in pleasure.

"Don't stop!" she yelled.

I had no fucking intention of stopping. It was fucking great for me too. Leaning back gave me the absolute best visuals. Every time I pulled my cock back her pussy lips gripped my shaft and pulled out with it, like her cunt didn't want to let go, then I would ram back in and see her lips collapse inwards with the friction of my shaft. She was grunting and moaning, every so often one of my thrusts would have her making an involuntary 'oof' as it hit her just right.

My heavy balls were swinging forward and smashing into her clit with every hard thrust. I could feel the juice dripping from her and coating them. She reached back to hold and grab my balls but they were just too wet and her hand slipped off.

I felt the ring of her pussy opening start to grip tighter and tighter around my shaft and grinned. I know this response, when she's heading for a big one her cunt does this incredible 'wet pit' thing. Her lips get super tight around your cock and then, suddenly, it's like inside that tight ring the rest of her pussy suddenly opens a mile wide and soaks up like you wouldn't believe.

It happened now. The relentless pressure of the head of my cock rubbing her G spot tipped her over the edge and suddenly I couldn't feel her pussy walls on my head any more, it had opened a mile wide and I felt a burst of wet heat at the same time as her ring gripped me like a hand.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! YES! YES! YESSSSSSS!" she wailed.

Her whole body convulsed and her pussy pulsed on me, gripping then relaxing, gripping then relaxing, all the time feeling like it was sucking me into her. She flailed one hand behind her trying to pull me in to her, all the while yelling. I was there too.

I gave one last, violent, incredibly deep thrust and pulled her hips to me as I rammed my cock hard up against her womb with the primal urge to impregnate. I closed my eyes and saw stars. I could feel the sperm boiing in my balls and surging up my shaft, enclosed in her tight pussy like a wet pulsating velvet glove, and it was like I could SEE the head of my cock hard up against her cervix swelling then opening, blasting 1, 2, 8 thick ropes of cum into her willing, receptive womb. It was an incredibly intense orgasm.

"Fucking HELL! I can FEEL you spurting in me!" she shouted joyously. "Unnnn... yeah... keep going... fill me up."

She was grinding her arse back on to me, rotating her hips to get me, to get my cum as deep in her as she possibly could.

I stayed where I was for a good 2 or 3 minutes, savouring the aftermath of my orgasm and the feel of her hips as my cock started softening and slipping out of her. As I withdrew, I marvelled at the sight. Her cunt was gaping and quivering, with a pool of cum forming but it didn't pour out of her -- I'd fucked it so deep into her.

She quickly pulled her panties over her slowly leaking hole, then turned round and gave be a wicked smile, threw her arms round me and kissed me deeply.

"Prob'ly ruined these pants," she sultrily whispered in my ear "Don't care though. I hope they're stained. Every time I see that stain I'll remember this."

Then kissed me again.

"I want them to be stained. I want to remember this fuck."

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I don't have to ask for her to wear heels in the bedroom anymore. It's become our unspoken symbol.

You see, what she really loves is to be pounded, hard. She wants a big cock hitting her insides hard and deep. Not every sex session is going to go down that path, variety is the spice of life, but she knows damn well if she wears the shoes a serious pounding is exactly what she's going to get. And as for walking in them? It's irrelevant. We never get out of the house.