I’ve always been obsessed with men who belong to other women. It’s always been a major ego booster to know that I can successfully persuade a man to abandon a seemingly happy relationship for me. And why not? I’ve worked hard all my life to achieve what I have in my short 23 years of existence; I’m on my way to becoming an attorney through my education at Boston University and I work for an accounting firm which pays me $50.00 an hour, six days a week. When I’m not attending class or working, I’m hitting the gym five days a week and constantly improving the gorgeous body that genetics so blessed me with.

On the surface, I look innocent enough; I’m 5′1″, 105 lbs. with long blonde hair that nearly reaches the small of my back and perky C cups. I have the longest possible legs for a girl my size, my stomach is tight and flat and I’m completely tanned. My back has an indentation at the base of my spine which serves to accentuate my peach shaped ass perfectly. And then there are my feet. I’ve always had a morbid fascination with my feet, maybe even more than my fascination with men who are spoken for, and my closet is 95% comprised of shoes, stilettos, and my favorite - clear heels.

I’ve always gotten what I wanted from the time I was a little girl. I’d all but drag a boy by his throat and make him play house with me and thinking back, I just might have. Of course, it all centered around my feet or establish dominance in a variety of ways. One time I had Stephen from up the block shine my sneakers with his tongue and I remember getting that strange feeling inside of me and not being able to describe it. And lately I’ve been getting that feeling without the physical contact whatsoever.

You see, it all started innocently enough. Jen, a co-worker of mine, had brought her boyfriend Kevin to our firm’s annual Christmas party. From the second I laid eyes on him I thought he was cute and that’s about as far as it went initially. You see, I’ve always had a penchant for big, strong men and Kevin, standing at 6′4″ and having muscles the size of my entire body, was the strongest looking man I’ve ever laid eyes on. And then there were those eyes! He had a gorgeous set of greyish blue eyes which could pierce through any woman he set them on. After I met him, I went home that night and hadn’t given him much thought for a few weeks - until the phone rang.

“Denise?” he said in his Jersey-tinted low, raspy voice.
“Who’s this?”
“Kevin… Jen’s boyfriend… we met at the Christmas party last month.”
And there was that feeling. That feeling of complete and total want, a feeling of complete need. Luckily, my half a minute long pause could be taken as a contemplative jog down memory lane.
“Oh! Kevin! Hi, how are you?” I finally said.
“Good… I got your number from Jen’s address book… I hope you don’t mind…”
“No, no… no, not at all. What’s up?”
“Well, Jen’s birthday is in a few weeks and I’m completely clueless as to what to get her.”
Mmm, Kevin. Why couldn’t it be your birthday? I know exactly what to get you…
“Clothes always works.”
“I don’t have an eye for that kind of thing. I wouldn’t even know where to look.”
“Nordstrom and Fredericks always works wonders.”
“I’m from Jersey, Denise. I’d be completely lost in stores like those.”
“Want me to come with you?” I laughed, half caught up in my wording of that particular question.
“What day is…”
“Wednesday. 7 PM sharp.”

And so the date was set. After I hung up the phone, I went through the usual feeling of guilt and self-doubt, half wanting to pick up the phone and explain that I had some plans I’d forgotten about. But that feeling fades fast. Tell me, what would a man have to gain by informing his girlfriend that he just fucked one of her best friends? It’s a sick game, but it’s one that has always left me unscathed in its aftermath. Of course, there is the possibility that he could turn away my advances, tell Jen and I’d be ostracized from our social circle of friends - but I haven’t encountered rejection in a long time. Looking in the mirror was always a reassuring experience and once I had done so after the call, I knew exactly what I should do.

I dressed well that Wednesday; a red short sleeved cardigan sweater with one button at its center, perfectly showing off my tits that were tightly hugged by a black tank top with spaghetti straps that ended just above my belly button. It was also short enough to showcase the indent in my back and my ass-hugger blue jeans provided its back-up. And, saving the best for last, I had decided on a pair of brown open toe pumps. Mmm… what people will think when we pass them! I want them to think I’m his. I want his mind to wander, I want to catch his gorgeous blue eyes studying my body and I want to see the embarassment on his face. I want to completely dominate his thoughts and, ultimately, the rest of him.

His pick-up arrived in front of my door at 6:59. I looked at the clock and smiled, getting the hunch that this might not be such a difficult challenge after all. As soon as my front door opened, Kevin got out of the driver’s side and opened my gate for me. “Right on time,” I said with a smile. I paused in front of his truck as he closed the gate behind me and, getting the hint, he opened the passenger side door and took my hand as he led me in. “What a gentleman,” I said as I got in, my ass in perfect view for him to study as he waited to shut the door behind me.

We went to the mall on the other side of town which featured both Nordstrom and Fredericks among its list of nearly 300 stores. While in Fredericks I decided to turn up the heat a little and tell him about the lingerie I had back at home, explaining that since Jen and I have similar bodies, he should use me as a frame of reference. He now had an excuse to look me over and after our little shopping spree concluded, I caught him studying my body at random through the rest of the night.

We left at 9 and the parking lot was already pretty empty. This was it, I thought. Calling it the moment of truth was a tad bit ironic in this situation but, truth was, I wanted to make him forget Jen’s name the same way I had the moment he picked me up.

“Remind me never to shop with you again,” he said heartily. “Spent over $200 bucks between those two stores!”
“You got off easy,” I said with a laugh. “Usually those stores can take you for about 3 or 4.”
“Well it’s her birthday… she deserves it.”
A normal person might feel bad at this beautiful show of affection, but yours truly? I knew I deserved it more! Thinking on my feet…
“Wish I could’ve gotten off so easy… my goddamn feet are killing me.”
I removed my shoe and started rubbing the heel of my left foot, letting out a succession of moans that may have been a little too exaggerated.
“Want me to…” he said, the rest of his sentence collapsing underneath the weight of apprehension in his voice. It was in that moment that I knew I had him. Just reel him in, Denise… nice and slow…
I nodded and moved myself around in my seat so that I’d be facing him. He caught my foot just as it was about to hit his lap and started lightly rubbing my soles with his thumbs. We exchanged glances and he readjusted himself in his seat, moving his legs closer together.
“Mmm… strong hands,” I said.
“Listen, Denise… thanks for coming out with me tonight. You really helped me a lot.”
“You’re thanking me just fine right now.”
“Is it just this foot?”
I slipped off my other heel and brought it up, this time resting it on his lap. “I always feel this way when I come out of that mall.”
He didn’t say anything. He concentrated on my foot, tending skillfully to every inch. He occasionally glanced at my other foot and seemed hard-pressed to find another way to readjust himself. But he wasn’t going anywhere. And, without warning, I lowered my left foot down on to his lap and raised the right one, nearly making contact with his lips.
“Mmm,” I moaned out as he laid his fingers gently upon my soles. “God that feels good… do you ever do this for Jen?”
He shook his head, looking too lost in thought to answer verbally.
I slid my left foot up his thigh as my reflexes reacted naturally to the pleasure I was feeling. Now he was starting to almost shake and… my God… bringing such a tall, strong, seemingly dedicated man slowly to his knees rarely ever felt this rewarding.
He nervously stared out of the window, but the parking lot was desolate; even the security guards had called it a day.
“Do you um… you want me to do your other foot again?”
“No. This is fine, Kev.”
“Your foot.. uh.. It’s kind of..”
Then I took the plunge. I shoved my foot right between his legs and ran it up and down his massive boner.
“It’s kind of what?” I said, grinning devilishly at him.
“Denise… what…”
“You know what.”
He laughed nervously as I continued to slide my foot up and down, my other foot lying still between his hands, his body too tense to even move his fingers.
“If you’re not going to rub my foot, you better find something else to occupy them with.”
“What…”
“Pull your jeans down. Now.”
“But, Denise… Jen…”
“Now, pet.”
He stared at me as if wanting to object further but knew that he couldn’t. I rested my foot on his lap once more as he undid his belt, unzippered his jeans and pulled the largest cock I had ever seen out of his boxers.
“Hold it up. Show it to me,” I ordered and he complied. I studied it - all of what seemed to be 10 inches, fully erect and aching.
“Lick my feet,” I ordered and raised my left foot to his lips. Without pause, he began, grabbing my foot in his hands and running his tongue over the arches, soles and finally, per my command, sucking gently on my toes.
As he sucked each toe individually, I moved my other foot between his legs again, running it over the entire length of his cock.
I pulled my foot from between his lips and brought up the other.
“Masturbate,” I commanded.
He began by sucking my toes, masturbating rabidly as he did it.
“Slower, pet… slower. Lightly caress your shaft. That’s it…”

PART TWO COMING SOON!