Heels in the Empty Office

The moment I saw her striding down the dim hallway in those black patent high heels, my cock twitched hard. Sarah. My old classmate from ten years ago, now all grown up with those long legs and a tight pencil skirt that hugged her ass like it was painted on. The office was deserted after hours, just the two of us finishing up a surprise project reunion gig for our old firm. Tension crackled between us the second our eyes met—her lips parted like she remembered every filthy fantasy we'd never acted on back then.

"Jake? Holy shit, it's really you." She clicked closer, heels echoing sharply on the tile. The sound sent a jolt straight to my groin. "You look... damn. Still staring at my legs, huh?"

I grinned, pulse racing. "Can't help it. Those heels are criminal, Sarah. Always were." My eyes dropped to the sharp stilettos, the way they made her calves flex and her hips sway. She smelled like vanilla and something warmer, muskier. We were alone on the entire floor. No one to interrupt.

She laughed softly, a husky sound that went right through me. "You haven't changed. Bold as ever." Her fingers brushed my tie as she stepped into my space. "These heels? They're my power move. Make me feel like I could fuck the world."

My hand found her waist before I could think. "Then fuck me instead." The words hung there, raw and direct. Her breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she pressed closer, those perfect tits brushing my chest.

"Right here?" Her voice dropped to a whisper, eyes gleaming with the same hunger I felt. "In the office? God, Jake, I've thought about this since senior year."

We crashed together. Her mouth was hot, demanding, tongue sliding against mine as I lifted her onto the nearest desk. Papers scattered. Those high heels stayed on, digging into my sides as her skirt rode up. I shoved the fabric higher, revealing lacy black panties already damp at the crotch.

"Fuck, you're wet already." My fingers hooked the lace aside, stroking her swollen clit in slow circles. She moaned loud, head falling back.

"Yes... touch me like that. Harder." Sarah's hips bucked against my hand. Her heels clicked restlessly on the desk edge. I dropped to my knees, face buried between her thighs, licking her pussy with long, greedy strokes. She tasted sweet and salty, her juices coating my tongue as I sucked her clit between my lips.

"Oh shit, Jake... your mouth feels so good." Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me tighter. Those stilettos scraped my shoulders, the sharp points adding a delicious edge. I slid two fingers into her tight cunt, curling them while I flicked her clit faster. Her thighs trembled around my ears.

She came hard the first time, pussy clenching on my fingers, a gush of wetness flooding my mouth. "I'm coming... fuck, don't stop!" Her voice echoed off the empty walls.

I stood, cock straining painfully against my zipper. Sarah's eyes locked on the bulge. "Let me see it." She slid off the desk, dropping to her knees in those killer heels. The sight of her like that—lipstick smudged, legs spread, stilettos planted wide—nearly made me lose it.

She freed my dick, thick and veined, pre-cum already beading at the tip. "So big... just like I imagined." Her tongue swirled around the head before she took me deep, throat relaxing as she swallowed half my length. Wet sucking sounds filled the room. I groaned, hips thrusting gently.

"Suck it, Sarah. Just like that... deeper." She hummed around my cock, one hand stroking the base while the other cupped my balls. Her high heels shifted as she adjusted, ass high in the air. I couldn't wait anymore.

Pulling her up, I spun her around and bent her over the desk. Her ass looked incredible framed by the skirt and those glossy black heels. I rubbed my cock along her slit, teasing her entrance.

"Put it in me," she begged, looking back over her shoulder. "Fuck my pussy, Jake. I've wanted this for years."

I thrust in hard, burying myself balls-deep in one stroke. Her walls gripped me like velvet heat, slick and tight. "So fucking good," I growled, starting to pound her. The desk shook. Her heels lifted onto tiptoes with every slam, making her ass bounce perfectly.

"Yes! Harder... fill me up." Sarah pushed back to meet me, moaning each time my hips slapped her juicy ass. I reached around, rubbing her clit while I fucked her deep. Sweat slicked our skin. The sharp click of her heels scraping the floor mixed with the wet sounds of my cock plunging in and out of her dripping pussy.

We switched positions fast. I sat in the office chair, and she straddled me, facing away so I could watch those heels plant on the floor as she rode me. Her pussy slid down my shaft again, swallowing every inch. She bounced faster, tits spilling out of her blouse now, nipples hard.

"Look at you taking my cock," I said, hands gripping her hips. "Those heels make your legs look endless."

She laughed breathlessly, grinding her clit against me on every downstroke. "They make me feel slutty... like I can take everything you give." Her pace turned frantic. I felt her tighten again, pussy fluttering.

"Come on my dick, Sarah. Let me feel it." She cried out, body shaking as her second orgasm hit, juices soaking my balls and the chair. The spasms milked me perfectly.

I lifted her off, standing her up on those wobbly heels before pushing her to her knees again. "Open your mouth." She did, tongue out, eyes locked on mine. I stroked my cock fast, the wet tip slapping her lips.

With a deep groan I came, thick ropes of cum painting her tongue and tits. She swallowed what landed in her mouth, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk.

We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, her heels still gleaming under the emergency lights. Sarah wiped a stray drop of cum from her chin and smiled up at me.

"Same time tomorrow night?" she asked, voice husky.

I helped her up, kissing her deeply. "Only if you wear the heels again."