She's excited to "role" with it

Nicole was having a difficult time processing the request. She stood next to the chair, staring at Detective Swanson, trying to determine his seriousness.

"Did I stutter? Get your free-use ass on that chair, slut."

It was an electric shock from Nicole's loins straight to her primal lizard brain. She understood. Completely. And she was thrilled. "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." She said as her clothes came off one by one. She gazed at the detective standing in her living room in his uniform. He wasn't really her type. He looked like a military father from the 50s. But these weeks weren't about whether Nicole got to hook up with her type. She sits in the chair, naked, with her knees together.

Detective Swanson steps forward and places his foot where her knees meet. "Is that how free-use sluts sit?"

She swallows. Her entire body was humming. "No, Sir. Again, sorry." She slowly spreads her thighs, and as she does, the Detective's well-polished shoe slides along the inside of her left slide. It stops at the edge of the chair. He props his elbows on his knee and leans over her.

"And why don't free-use sluts sit with their legs closed?" The tip of his shoe taps just above her pussy.

She shudders. "We need to show we're always available."

"It's good to see all that cum in your head hasn't completely drowned your brain."

Nicole bites her lip and smiles. "Not yet, Sir." She shifts on the chair and tries to position herself so the toe of his shoe can push between her slick labia. She was so fucking turned on.

He sharply pulls his foot back and stomps it on the floor. "What the hell are you doing, slut?"

Nicole is suddenly sheepish. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. "I was, um, trying to position myself better..."

"You were trying to fuck my shoe?"

"N-No,' she said, resisting the urge to close her legs. "I just thought you might want to put pressure down there and were missing."

He bends down and unlaces both of his shoes. He slipped out of them and holds one up in front of Nicole. "Where are your trash bags?"

"Under the sink."

"Good, seeing as you want to be a shoefucker so bad, here you go. Fuck my shoe while I deal with your contraband."

Nicole swallowed. "Fuck your shoe while you...deal with my..."

"Shut up and start humping."

Nicole took his shoe and watched as he entered her kitchen and rummaged under her sink for garbage bags. She briefly looked at the shoe before turning it around so the laces faced her. She then proceeded to lift her ass, slide the shoe under herself, lean forward so her pussy was pressing against the laces, and started to grind. This wasn't her first shoe rodeo. The Discord group loved making her hump her boots. It actually had become a little bit of a kink for her. She'd hump her boots before she went out for the day, so they'd be nicely coated in her juices.

Detective Swanson considered her as he was passing. He can't help but chuckle. "Fuck, girl," he whispered. And he proceeds to go up her stairs. She wants to yell and ask him what he's doing, but she knows better. He said, 'shut up and hump,' so that's what she does. She humps his shoe while he does who knows what upstairs in her bedroom.