I slipped the shoe onto my bare foot. It fit perfectly, but I thought to myself that I would have to get some stockings. Yes, some black nylons and a garter-belt would be a perfect addition.

I raised my leg and admired the profile in the wall mirror. The first thing I noticed was that the shoe made my size eleven foot look much smaller, and when I pointed my toe the bulge of my calf had a voluptuous feminine appearance.

I was amazed. I could have been looking at a woman's leg in the mirror. I slipped on the other shoe and lay back on the bed extending my feet to the position I imagined that they would be in if I was standing. I could feel my calf muscles tightening and an exquisite feeling coursed up my legs. By now my penis was rock hard and purple veins ribbed its surface. My eyes focused on the narrow tapered toes of smooth rich-looking red calfskin and I again marveled at the feminine appearance.

After all these years of looking at luscious heels in magazines, in store windows, and most of all on women as they walked down the street, sat in restaurants, or walked through the office at work, I finally had a pair of my own.

I gradually started pumping my cock, but curiosity about whether I could walk on these towering heels overcame my urge to shoot my load. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. It felt strange to have my weight shifted onto my toes and I had to shift my posture to maintain my balance. I noted that my pelvis was thrust forward and that the wonderful tension that I had imagined ran through my insteps and up into my calves.

I took a few tentative steps and found that walking was no problem and in fact it

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felt great. I walked into the bathroom and enjoyed the sharp tapping sound of the heels on the tile floor. I made a circuit of the room and then sat again on the edge of the bed. I lay back on the cool sheets slowly fucking my hand.

I wished that I could share this with someone. Then I got a wild idea. I quickly pulled the phone book from the bedside drawer and opened the yellow pages to escort services. The ad for "Fantasy Women Escort Service" attracted my attention and I dialed the number. A businesslike voice answered. "Fantasy Women. How may we be of service to you?" "Hi," I said. "I'm spending a few nights the Courtyard Hotel and I was wondering if one of your girls could spend some time with me?"

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"Certainly, that's our business. Are there any particular characteristics that you'd like this girl to have?"

This is probably going to sound a little strange to you, but I'd like her to wear really high spiked heels."

"That's no problem, sir. Many of our clients request particular attire. That's why we chose the name for our business. We actually specialize in fulfilling fantasies. Would you like those shoes to be a particular color?"

"Red would be great."

"We can arrange that. Is there any other particular attire that you'd like her to wear?"

"How about black hose and a miniskirt?" I said, feeling as if I was part of a dream. "And big hoop earrings."

"Anything special in makeup, sir?" "Yeah, red lipstick, lots of it and red nails. Have her put on heavy eye makeup too."

"Would you like her to wear false

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