Boots on the Desk

The office was locked and the boots were the whole meeting.

Farah was thirty-five, feet on the desk in black leather that stopped at the knee. Owen was not this Owen. This one was Pete, forty, her boss in nothing but the org chart, and the man who had asked, carefully, if the boots were a rule or a gift. She had said both.

"Under the desk," she said. "Tongue on the leather. You don't touch your cock."

He went under. She felt his mouth on the boot and smiled at the ceiling. When she was wet enough she stood, bent over the desk, and told him to fuck her with the boots still on. He did. Hard. A hand on the leather, a hand on her hip. Farah came with her cheek on a contract. Pete came on the shaft of the boot because she told him to, then licked it clean while she watched.

"Same time Thursday," she said. "Bring nothing. The boots are the appointment."

Pete stayed under the desk longer than the fuck. Farah made him polish the toe with his tongue while she answered an email in a voice that did not shake. When she was done she stood, put a boot on his shoulder, and told him to jerk off onto the leather. He did, messy, grateful. She watched. Then she told him to lick it off. He did that too.

"Thursday," she said. "Same boots. You bring coffee and your mouth. You don't come until the leather says."

"Yes."

He left with the taste of polish and her cunt and the lock clicking behind him. In the car he was hard again. He did not touch it. She had not said he could.

He nodded, mouth shining.

Farah made Pete stay under the desk and polish the boot with his tongue while she sent an email in a steady voice. Then she bent over the desk and he fucked her, hands on the leather. She came on a contract. He came on the boot because she told him to, and licked it clean. "Thursday," she said. "Coffee and your mouth. You do not come until the leather says." He obeyed. On Thursday she rode his face with a boot by his ear and came twice before she let him fuck her. He left hard and did not touch himself in the car. She had not said he could. He liked that more than he meant to.

Thursday Farah locked the door and put her boots on the desk before Pete had his coat off. She made him kneel and lick the leather, then her cunt, then fucked his mouth until she came. Only then did she bend over and let him take her, a hand on the boot, a hand in her hair. She came on the contract again. He waited. She told him to come on the leather. He did, and licked it, and thanked her without being told.

In the car he did not touch himself. At home he texted still hard. She replied tomorrow you wait. He waited. The next night she rode his face in the office chair, boots on, and let him come in his fist only when the leather was wet with her. He went home ruined and on time for the rule. She called that a good employee.

Pete waited, as told. Farah rewarded that by locking the door and putting a boot on his shoulder while he licked her. She came twice before she let him up. Then she bent over the desk and he fucked her with one hand on the leather, and she came on the contract, and he came on the boot and cleaned it. She rode his face in the chair after, boots on, and let him finish in his fist only when she said. He drove home hard and obedient. She texted good. The next week she made him wear her heel in his mouth while she took a call, then fucked him with the boots still on her feet and his cock in her hand. He came when she allowed. She called that the appointment.

Farah made the boots the whole calendar. Pete knelt, licked leather, licked her, fucked her over the desk, and came only where she pointed. One night she sat in the chair, boots on his shoulders, and had him jerk off onto the shaft while she took a call. He did not make a sound. She came after the call, on his mouth, and let him finish in his fist. He drove home ruined. She texted good boy. He replied Thursday. She replied the boots will be waiting. He was early, hard, and exactly as told. She called that the only meeting that mattered.

The appointment stuck. Pete arrived early, hard, and got on his knees without being told. Farah put a boot in his mouth while she finished a sentence on the phone, then sat on his face and came, then bent over the desk and took his cock until she came again. He waited to finish. She pointed at the leather. He came on it and licked it clean and thanked her. She texted good boy from the loo after he left, which was undignified and accurate. On Friday she rode him in the chair, boots on his shoulders, and let him come inside her for the first time. He looked ruined. She looked satisfied. The contract on the desk was a lost cause. She filed it under miscellaneous and locked the door.

They did it again before they slept, slower and filthier, and neither of them pretended the night had been an accident. The door stayed locked. The want did not. She kissed him once more and kept him there.