Salaciously Sexy

“I’m not wearing them,” I shouted back at my sister.

“You will,” she screamed. “If you don’t, you’re not invited to the wedding.”

“Good,” I said. “See if I care.”

“Go now and get them or I’ll tell mum about Mary,” she snickered.

“You fucking bitch,” I swore, slamming the door after me.

My sister Lucy was getting married and she wanted me to wear stilettos. You know those fucking high heeled shoes. I was already six feet tall and towered over everyone, with those shoes I’d end up being taller than the guys. I was so pissed off. I’ve never worn shoes that high but knew now that I bloody well had to, so I stormed off, threw my car in gear, and roared off down the road.

It was just my luck that she’d seen me with Mary last night. I thought she was staying with her fiancée overnight, so I invited my new girlfriend over. I loved having the place to myself to do whatever I wanted without being disturbed. We were having a great night and right in the middle of the best oral sex I’ve had for ages. I never even heard the front door.

We were naked. I was splayed out on the bed with toys attached. Mary was really kinky, into all sorts of things. After tying my breasts up with ropes, she spread-eagled my legs and cuffed them to the end of the bed. The ropes had been crisscrossed over so that my tits stood out like two beacons. She had these great nipple clamps that she’d brought with her. They were attached and I was twisting them, enjoying the exquisite pleasure it was giving me while she was between my legs munching on my pussy, her arse, high up in the air with a vibrating dildo heating her up.

It was heaven.

Lucy just barged right in, didn’t even knock. The look on her face was priceless. For the first time in her life she was speechless. Mary didn’t care, she just kept on going. Me, with only my hands free, tried to cover up, looking for something on the bed but there was nothing. After glaring at me for a full minute she left slamming the door behind her.

Lucy knew I was bi-sexual but always thought I’d grow out of it. I tried to explain it was the best of both worlds, but she didn’t want to hear about it. Anyway, there was nothing I could do about it now. I didn’t think she’d blab to my mother but why bother making her even more angry, so I did what she wanted and promised myself I’d buy the first pair of stilettos I saw and then go home, ring Mary and get rid of my frustrations with an afternoon of great sex.

I had trouble finding a parking spot and had to park quite a distance from the main drag of specialty stores. As I was rounding a corner, I spied an obscure shoe boutique across the road. There was something about the place that intrigued me, so I crossed the road and peered in the window. The shop was empty, but I noticed they had quite a few pair of white stilettos in their window.

“Can I help you,” the assistant purred as I entered.

This girl was hot. Sex appeal oozed from her. There was seductive background music playing and incense was burning. The atmosphere was charged, and I was pleased I’d come.

“Yeah, I’m in my sister’s wedding and she wants me to wear white stilettos. Can you show me a few pair?” I asked.