Made For Fucking

Author: Cecilia

I showed up at the sex toy/sex wear party my friend was hosting just as things got rolling. I didn’t expect much, to be honest, in fact the whole idea struck me as kind of lame – a bunch of women sitting around drinking wine, eating hors d’oeuvres, and giggling hysterically at the sight of ribbed dildos and leather panties. The only reason I went was that my friend had said that the company sales rep was bringing along a hot-looking girl to model some of the sexy outfits – and that, I wanted to see.
   
Sure enough, after blathering on about her company’s latest line of vibrators, butt-plugs, and nipple clamps, the sales rep finally started the fashion show, and a stunning Latina babe miraculously appeared. She strutted down the hallway and into the living room modeling five-inch, silver-tipped spike heels, sheer, black stockings and panties, and a blue, ribbon-festooned bustier. My eyes almost popped out of my head, and my pussy went dewy.
   
The brown-skinned goddess walked all around the crowded living room, showing off her big, bouncing boobs, her taut, rippling butt cheeks, and a pair of long, lithe legs that seemed to go on forever. She sort of looked like Jennifer Lopez – with tits. The sales rep said the hottie’s name was Maria, and I silently rolled the Spanish moniker around in my mouth, loved how it tasted.
   
Maria finished her turn on the carpeted catwalk and sashayed back down the hall, her hips swaying seductively, her exposed bronze skin gleaming under the muted lights, and then she was gone. But just as soon as she disappeared, my friend, the party host, made her entrance, stumbling along in a pair of ankle-high, lace-up red boots and a black, fishnet body-stocking. Her enormous tits flopped all over the place in the see-through garment, her blonde pussy even visible, and although her overly voluptuous body didn’t appeal to me, I had to give the gal credit for guts.   
   
My cunny was still smoldering as a result of super-sexy Maria, however, and I knew that a few well-placed fingers, and my vivid imagination, would soon have me cumming like a fountain. So, I slipped off the couch, past my jiggling, giggling friend, and rushed down the hall, mumbling something about going to the bathroom. I flung a door open at the end of the hall – and found myself face-to-face with the luscious Maria, who was now clad in thigh-high red leather boots, a sprayed-on red rubber skirt, and a see-through black blouse. The room I’d staggered into wasn’t the bathroom, it was Nirvana!
   
I’ve always had a thing about leather boots – and the women who wear them – and the higher up the leg the boot goes, the hornier I get. And sweet Maria’s slutty, bright red boots went almost all the way up to the bottom of her ultra-tight skirt, the leather so shiny it looked wet. The dazzling sight of Maria standing there in those uber-erotic boots, tottering on the four-inch heels, and the heady smell of the rich, supple leather, combined to make me ten times bolder than I normally am.
   
I closed the door of the bedroom-cum-change room, and walked up to Maria and grabbed her in my arms and kissed her. Her full, scarlet lips were soft and warm and yielding, and after melting our mouths together for a few, fiery moments, I pulled back and gazed into the gorgeous chica’s sparkling, brown eyes, my body suffused with a heavy, feverish heat.
   
“You like my boots?” the saucy senorita asked, smiling wickedly and glancing down.
   
I followed her eyes, and saw that I was gently caressing the tops of her thigh-highs. “Si,” I murmured, then fell to my knees and began worshipping those sexy boots, that sexy lady. I clutched a boot in each hand, ran my sweaty hands up and down the gleaming leather, reveling in the smooth, supple feel of the red-light footwear, my palms squeaking as I rubbed Maria’s leather-clad legs.
   
I stroked and fondled her boots, breathing in the heavenly aroma of the tanned leather, the musky scent of the Latina vixen’s damp pussy. The hot-blooded girl was obviously as turned on by my boot fetish as I was. She rolled her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs wider apart, started fingering her shaven pussy, her head lolling back so that her long, thick, auburn hair cascaded down her back.   
   
She moaned softly as I gripped and caressed her leather-sheathed legs, slid my shaking hands over the top of the shiny boots and stroked her bare, bronze upper thighs. She dug two of her slender, silver-ringed digits into her dripping pussy and began finger-fucking herself, thumbing her swollen clit.
   
I reluctantly unhanded her boots, jumped to my feet, and pulled off my skirt and panties, then hurriedly repositioned myself back down at Maria’s feet. I clutched her right leg and rubbed my pussy against the glistening, thigh-high slut-boot, sliding my burning cunt up and down the slick, brilliant red leather, my engorged clit tingling wickedly and then bursting into flames, triggering a massive orgasm that welled up from my electrified cum-button and tidal-waved through my quivering body. I screamed Maria’s name and frantically pumped my gushing pussy into her boot, white-hot ecstasy blasting me into sexual oblivion, as Maria desperately fingered her own self to shattering orgasm.
   
And just as us two lusty, boot-licking chicks were being ravaged by multiple orgasms, the bedroom door suddenly flew open and my friend was standing there, staring at us, frozen in shock. The sales rep and the rest of the curious partygoers peeked over her shoulders, and the rep, smooth salesperson that she was, casually remarked, “See how successful these products are, ladies?” She winked at us, and then dragged my stunned friend back out the door.
   
I leaned against the trembling Maria, exhausted and exhilarated, clinging to her damp boot and listening to the women outside stampede for their purses.