An office femme

I'd been sitting across the conference table from her as she presented. I couldn't take my eyes off her, not because of what she said but because of how she looked and the confidence she displayed. She was dressed plainly but was very sexy, in a tight black thigh-length skirt, black leather open toe heels, and a white mannish shirt, which buttoned tight against her breasts. She had straight medium length dark brown hair. She looked great, fit but not skinny. As she stood in front of the screen and worked her slides, I saw her great legs, looking strong and long because as far as I could see she wasn't wearing any stockings. When she sat down to take questions, and since I was right across from her, I couldn't help but catch a glimpse now and then of her feet under the table, including her bare toes peeking out. I was so excited it was hard to concentrate. After the talk I had to sit for a while, not risking getting up until my erection calmed down. That left she and I as the stragglers in the room. As I got ready to go, she'd gathered her papers up and spoke to me: "Let's go to your office for a minute, Chris." There was no reason for us to visit but I didn't even question it. "Okay," I said, nodding, then I led the way. When we got to my office she followed me in and, without asking, closed the door. I sat in my desk chair and she sat in the visitor's chair opposite. Her legs were closed and between the sight of her unstockinged legs so close and her feet in her heels so close to my own legs, I got excited all over again, my mouth so dry and throat so tight I could hardly speak. "How can I - " I started but she interrupted me, her voice soft, and strong. "Listen, Chris," she said, and I did: "I had a boyfriend once who was into so into my legs and feet he couldn't even hold a conversation when I was around. It was cute. I saw you staring and looking a certain way all through my talk. I'm betting that you're just like him." I didn't say anything, feeling frozen with both excitement and fear. "There's an easy way to find out," she said. She slipped one foot out of her shoe, holding her foot toward me. She hadn't done anything definite yet but my excitement grew so much the breath I took at that moment was audible. She put her bare foot up on the edge of my seat, her toes toward me. "If I'm right," she said, "just put your hand out and touch my foot. You don't even have to say anything." I was still so excited as to hardly be able to move but with helpless arousal I moved my hand toward her foot and gently touched her toes with my fingers. "That's a good boy," she said. "Open your legs, Chris," she said. I spread my knees apart. I glanced at her. She was smiling at me. She moved her chair forward a bit and moved her foot up between my legs, between my thighs, until the tips of her toes touched me at my groin. This time I gasped aloud. "Take your pants and undies down," she said. I did, then sat back in my chair, my bare butt against the cold leather. My cock wasn't fully erect yet but clearly excited. "Hands at your side," she said. I put them there, also on the leather. Her foot was touching me now, but my arousal and anticipation was such I could barely think. "Show me how much you like my foot, Chris. Press up against it." She had her toes pointing up and the sole of her foot was toward me. I moved forward on the chair until my groin was pressed up against the bottom of her foot. Every breath I took in and let out was aloud now. She moved her foot back from me. I felt suspended, as if over a cliff. All I wanted was the contact with her restored. "Listen for a second," she said, and I forced myself to do it. "My boyfriend was also submissive," she said. "He liked to do whatever I wanted. Are you that way too, Chris?" I nodded, eagerly, amazed to be understood and so aroused at the fact of it. "He liked it when I thought of him as a little girl. Are you like that too?" I nodded again, feeling as if she already knew me so well she could as well know it all. "And he had a little girl name he liked me to call him. Do you have one too?" I nodded yet again. "It is Chrissie?" she asked. "Are you a little Chrissie?" I loved the name "Chrissie" but I also had another name and loved saying it aloud. "And Jenny," I said. She smiled now, making eye contact with me. "Okay, little Jenny," she said, "go ahead, move." I began moving back and forth against her foot, and she pressed back against me, my cock fully erect now, my excitement growing with each movement. "Good girl, little Jenny," she said, "show me how excited you are." Her words, the confident tone, the use of my secret little girl name, all added to my arousal. I lost myself now in the sensations and the situation, helplessly excited, unable to stop the rush of it. The fact that she was otherwise fully clothed and I was half-naked in front of her added to the feeling of being in thrall. I kept moving, moaning now, making little fucking noises, my movements quicker, harder and ever more excited until finally I came, my juices pumping out onto her foot, my movements continuing until I was spent. My heart was racing even as my arousal ebbed. She was sitting back in the chair. Her knee was bent and I could see her bare thighs and her panties. Spent as I was, the presence and sight of her was still intensely exciting. "You made a mess on mommy's foot, little Jenny," she said, her voice low and teasing. I glanced up, feeling my cheeks redden as I started to blush. "I'm sorry, mommy," I said, almost whispering, responding automatically, blushing, my throat tightening, still in thrall to her, feeling deeply submissive. "Everything off," she said, and I knew she wanted me completely naked. She moved her foot and I stood up, quickly slipping off my shoes, then my socks, then pushing my pants and undies off, and fumbling with my tie and the buttons of my shirt. Soon I was completely undressed, standing in front of her. She pointed to the floor. As if my body was as much hers as mine, I sank to my knees. "Clean mommy's foot, Jenny," she said. She held her foot up a bit and I held her foot with both hands while I lowered my mouth to her toes and licked and sucked, taking all of my come from her foot and onto my lips and my tongue. She lifted her other foot and rested it on my shoulder. She moved her bare foot on my face and in my mouth, helping me get to all the parts I'd flooded with my juices. Soon her foot was free of come, all of it now in my mouth. "Good job, little Jenny," she said, her voice both soft and firm. I blushed again, and swallowed.
"Lie there," she said, pointing to a clear area near my desk. I scrambled over there and lay down, on my back. She bent quickly to grab my white shirt and used it to dry her foot, then slipped her black leather high-heeled pump back on. She stood over me. I looked up at her, eagerly, the sight of her looming above me itself a thrill. To be naked this way, helpless below her, at her feet, was everything I wanted. "Legs up, little one," she said, "and hold them there." I raised my knees, my hands behind them holding my legs up. "Spread them," she said. I did, my knees apart, my butt toward her. "Is that your little pussy? Show me your little pussy," she said. I knew what she meant and pulled my knees further apart, so that my cheeks spread. She balanced on one high-heeled foot and the other foot moved toward me until the tip of her heel touched my tight opening. She pushed and the tip entered me. I moaned at the feeling of being penetrated that way, not because it felt good at that moment but just because of the way she was using me, playing with me, which was so much what I wanted. I moaned again, my voice high and tight, a girl's voice, and the sound of it excited me.
She bent forward a bit, her weight more on me, not to enter me any deeper but so that the sole of her shoe now pressed down against my balls and the base of my cock. My cock was soft and little now, and somehow that itself was a good thing. I felt so small and helpless and effeminate, so helplessly revealed to her, nothing more than a resting place for her leather-clad foot, my 'pussy' puckered up around her heel, my groin under her shoe. When she moved her foot away, I missed the feel of it. She moved up my body, alongside, and this time she balanced again and put the tip of her heel onto my chest, touching my nipples, first one then the other. Whenever she touched me anywhere, I moaned, a little high-pitched breath out, wanting to be girl-like however I could, wanting her to hear that and know that about me.
"I like your tight little body, Jenny," she said, "the way you make those little noises, the way you love to obey. I like your little nubs," she said, "the nubs on your little titties." The words were electric, jolting me. All her references to my true nature, to my 'pussy', to my 'titties', excited me. I could feel my 'nubs' get harder, just a little. This thrilled me. She straightened up and undid her black shirt, taking it off and laying it over my chair. Then, to my delight, she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. I didn't even realize I made a noise when I saw her bare pussy, but I must have, because she smiled down at me and said, "Oh, I see you like that." She moved behind me, behind my head. Then she held onto the chair and lowered herself over me until her pussy was right over me. "I'm going to pee in your little mouth," she said. "I want you to drink it, understand?" I felt an even deeper wave of submissive excitement wash through me. This was beyond blushing. I couldn't believe I'd do it, but at the same time I wanted to do it, to do this for her, to do it because she wanted me to.
I opened my mouth under her, eagerly. Soon the drops of her pee, and then a stream, began. I let it enter me, swallowing as it did. The thought of what I was doing was arousing - I felt my cock start to swell again, without a touch. The stream got stronger and some of it dribbled onto my face and chest and a little onto the floor. She stopped and stood up. "Good girl," she said. I just lay there, waiting for her to tell me. "You really liked that, look at you," she said. I knew she was referring to my hardening cock. She looked around the office and found a vase. She took the artificial flowers out, put it under her and finished peeing, into it, filling it. "You can empty that later," she said, "unless you want to drink it." She used my undies to pat herself dry. She put her skirt back on, straightened herself up, then grabbed a pen and wrote something on a pad on my desk. She pointed to it. "Be at that address tonight," she said. And wear these," she added. She handed me her panties.