Houstonguy30
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Jason was a leg man. He couldn't keep his eyes from a woman's legs. The outline of muscles in a woman's legs when she wore high heels drove him crazy. In fact, legs were the reason he hired his Executive Assistant two years ago. During the interview, he couldn't keep his eyes off her insanely long, tanned and toned legs, her tight waist, and large breasts. Her ice blue eyes bored into his soul. He had to hire her. He didn't know why - but he had to.
Shortly after hiring her, he began to use her as the model as he designed his new line of high-heeled shoes. Since then they had become close friends. He continued to have her model his high-heeled shoes as he designed them. He secretly lusted after her long legs, often closing the door to his office and masturbating after one of their modeling sessions.
The problem was, his Executive Assistant knew about his leg fascination. She had found leg-fetish websites on his computer and archived pictures of her legs as she modeled them for him.
Jason sat at his large cherry desk and thought back to how he had built his business....
His legs had gotten him through college - he had a full-ride on a track and field scholarship at an Ivy League school.
He began to build this business then, back in college, as he ran his way through college and a graduate degree - finally becoming a PhD in mechanical engineering. He took apart sports shoes, and designed better ones.
His dissertation got him his first job designing shoes for a large consumer shoe maker. It wasn't good enough for Jason. The materials weren't high enough quality - they made him cut corners. They weren't good enough.
He split off from his first company and started his own. His business made shoes for high-end sports clients. Sure - they claimed they used Nike - but they really used Jason's shoes.
However, Jason's leg fetish got the best of him, and he began to design shoes to accent a woman's leg's natural beauty, causing all of the right muscles to tighten. His business's new focus was designer high heels. His clients - The Hollywood elite, Models, and wealthy would pay ridiculous amounts of money for erotic, sexy shoes that were specifically designed to show off the female form. The leg, calf, ankle and foot.
As Jason sat in his office, his mind was in turmoil. Something had changed with his Executive Assistant lately. She seemed to be taunting him, flirting with him, and driving him crazy. Her skirts had become shorter, She had begun to "fidget" as she sat in the chair across from him during their every-morning meeting. She caressed her legs, rubbed them together, and constantly peaked his leg-fetish.
What Jason didn't know was, she wanted him. She had her sights on him and was going to seduce him, no matter how hard he resisted. Now, with the discovery of his fetish, she had what she needed to finally get him.
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Jason was a leg man. He couldn't keep his eyes from a woman's legs. The outline of muscles in a woman's legs when she wore high heels drove him crazy. In fact, legs were the reason he hired his Executive Assistant two years ago. During the interview, he couldn't keep his eyes off her insanely long, tanned and toned legs, her tight waist, and large breasts. Her ice blue eyes bored into his soul. He had to hire her. He didn't know why - but he had to.
Shortly after hiring her, he began to use her as the model as he designed his new line of high-heeled shoes. Since then they had become close friends. He continued to have her model his high-heeled shoes as he designed them. He secretly lusted after her long legs, often closing the door to his office and masturbating after one of their modeling sessions.
The problem was, his Executive Assistant knew about his leg fascination. She had found leg-fetish websites on his computer and archived pictures of her legs as she modeled them for him.
Jason sat at his large cherry desk and thought back to how he had built his business....
His legs had gotten him through college - he had a full-ride on a track and field scholarship at an Ivy League school.
He began to build this business then, back in college, as he ran his way through college and a graduate degree - finally becoming a PhD in mechanical engineering. He took apart sports shoes, and designed better ones.
His dissertation got him his first job designing shoes for a large consumer shoe maker. It wasn't good enough for Jason. The materials weren't high enough quality - they made him cut corners. They weren't good enough.
He split off from his first company and started his own. His business made shoes for high-end sports clients. Sure - they claimed they used Nike - but they really used Jason's shoes.
However, Jason's leg fetish got the best of him, and he began to design shoes to accent a woman's leg's natural beauty, causing all of the right muscles to tighten. His business's new focus was designer high heels. His clients - The Hollywood elite, Models, and wealthy would pay ridiculous amounts of money for erotic, sexy shoes that were specifically designed to show off the female form. The leg, calf, ankle and foot.
As Jason sat in his office, his mind was in turmoil. Something had changed with his Executive Assistant lately. She seemed to be taunting him, flirting with him, and driving him crazy. Her skirts had become shorter, She had begun to "fidget" as she sat in the chair across from him during their every-morning meeting. She caressed her legs, rubbed them together, and constantly peaked his leg-fetish.
What Jason didn't know was, she wanted him. She had her sights on him and was going to seduce him, no matter how hard he resisted. Now, with the discovery of his fetish, she had what she needed to finally get him.