A State of Grace (fiction)

[fwlolbroek]

Sudsey, you're awesome! Always a pleasure reading your stories.

[Sudsey]

Thanks mate!

[Sudsey]

A short update...


Part 9

Watertown was a large, outdoor factory outlet mall featuring close to seventy individual shops ranging from manchester to electronics. Shaped like a huge, rectangular, two story donut, it was perhaps the most ridiculously named mall in Perth, it being neither near the water, nor a town. It had been renamed relatively recently from the equally ridiculous Harbourtown. While Perth was situated on the banks of the beautiful Swan river, it could hardly be called a harbour. Indeed the port of Fremantle to the west was the only real harbour nearby and that was over twenty kilometres away.

Naming confusion aside, Watertown held one attraction for Grace and her niece - the Converse store. They stood outside it even now, their feet feeling the heat from the concrete pavement while the sun beat down upon them, there being no roof over the walkway that made up the second story of the mall.

Sandy shuffled her Superstar clad feet on the pavement while she peered in through the open doors. She had never been into a Converse store, her small home town having only a single shoe store that catered for a wide range of tastes. She was eager to find out what treasures it held within, but the bright daylight prevented her from seeing much in the comparatively shadowy interior.

"Come on slave," Grace whispered, "let's buy you some more toys for me to play with," she winked and strode into the store on a pair of delectable black patent pumps.

Sandy watched her go with a subtle smile on her lips, drinking in the sight of those voluptuous legs ending with those beautiful heels. She shook her head, then after a slight pause she followed her aunt into the cooling embrace of the air conditioned store.

It took a moment or two for her vision clear after the stark brightness outside, but when it did she stood in mute awe of her surroundings. The front half of the store was reserved for clothing along with various pairs of chucks that were on clearance. The rear half of the store was where Sandy was staring. Sneakers of various types, colours and styles lined the walls and shelving racks. She drifted forwards in a daze, her fingertips caressing rubber and canvas, lost in a dream of converse bliss, gravitating naturally to the many chucks on display.

"Lets see," Grace looked around, then began pulling boxes from the display stands. Occasionally she would stop and look at her niece, whispering "definitely," and, "so cute."

"W-what are you doing," Sandy stammered, breaking her character, "I can't afford all these."

"My treat," Grace smiled, selecting another two boxes.

"But I can't accept these," Sandy sighed, "there are too many, and you've already done so much."

"Oh please," Grace grinned, "do you realise that for the price of these," she looked down at her pumps, "I could buy ten pairs of chucks?" She smirked then, "besides, I cut up your last pair and I'll get as much fun out of these as you will."

Sandy stood open mouthed. She didn't know what to say, other than, "thanks." It seemed inadequate, but Grace took it the way it was meant.

"Ooh now you will look really cute in these," Grace said picking up a white pair with a diamond lace pattern material as the upper, "better take the high tops too," she grinned.

"Can I help you ladies?" The question came from a young sales assistant. He was probably nineteen, neat but his hair was somewhat unkempt.

Grace looked him up and down, assessing him as only she could. Probably a virgin, she decided, and by the semi-hardon he was sporting beneath his khaki shorts, definitely heterosexual, and most likely a shoe fetishist. As if to confirm her guess, his eyes flicked from the boxes in her arms, to her pumps, then her nieces Superstars. Probably chose this job because of his interest in chucks, and why not? It was the perfect career for him. Perfect for Grace too, because she knew she could get a generous discount from him now.

"Yes, you can," she smiled as she loaded his arms with the boxes she had already chosen, "we will be taking these, and these," she picked out a pair of maroon high tops and matching low tops, "these," pale blue high and low tops, "and these," monochrome white high and low tops. She stacked boxes in his arms along with the others she had already picked out.

"Let me put these on the counter for you," he smiled, leaving and returning as quickly as possible.

"Now," she looked at his name tag and chuckled at the coincidence. She drew close and whispered in his ear, "Jimmy, how much of a discount will you give me if I let you cum in my nieces Superstars?" Her hand reached out and caressed his cock through his linen shorts, making it stir despite the look of absolute shock on his face.

"W-what?" He looked around, surprise and confusion etched on his face. He'd always been so careful to hide his fetish, believing it was wrong and would repulse anyone who found out about it. How did this woman, this very attractive woman and her incredibly cute niece see straight through him?

Grace looked around, making sure no one could see them, then beckoned Sandy closer. She lifted her nieces white denim skirt revealing her bare pussy beneath, "would you like to watch my niece fuck herself with my Jimmy Choos while I make you cum in her new lace low tops?"

"O-ok," he squeaked, even as Sandy's face contorted in a mixture of horror and lust, the thought of standing in public with her pussy bared to a complete stranger competing with her lust for her aunts shoes and the proximity of so many pairs of chucks. The humiliation was a mixture of revulsion and exultation and she felt herself becoming wet at the thought of it.

"Shall we use your storeroom?" Grace asked and watched with amusement as nodded, then darted to the counter to retrieve Sandy's new lace low tops. He led them to a door in the back corner.

"We will have to be quick," he told them, looking over his shoulder, "I think we may have ten minutes at most." He led them to the rear of the room where there were a couple of chairs set up around a small table. Obviously somewhere for the employees to take a break without having to leave the store. He put the box containing the lace low tops on the table them turned to look at Grace, waiting for her to make the next move.

"Slave, you will sit there," she pointed to a plastic chair, then slipped the black patent pump from her right foot, "and you will clean every inch of this," she handed her niece her shoe.

Sandy was still in shock, but she took the Jimmy Choo from her aunt and started to lick its beautiful glossy surfaces. Very soon she was lost in pleasure as her tongue caressed the pump.

"Sit here, Jimmy," Grace told the sales assistant, "and drop your shorts." While he did as he was told, Grace opened the box and retrieved one of her nieces new sneakers, "so pretty," she smiled, "going to be nice to cum in these," she winked at Jimmy who by now was sitting with his erect cock standing proud like a flag pole. "Oh my," she breathed, "you are very big, Jimmy," she knelt in front of him, reaching out and gripping his cock with her right hand. She tickled the glans with her thumb, making him gasp.

Jimmy could not believe what was happening. He had an incredibly attractive woman on her knees pleasuring him while her niece was opposite, giving oral pleasure to her aunts expensive pump. He'd had some pretty amazing fantasies but nothing that even came close to this.

Grace looked over her shoulder at her niece, whose face was buried in the insole of her shoe, "ok slave, that's very good," she told her niece, "now you can fuck yourself with my pretty pump."

Sandy gave the insole of her aunts pump one more lick, then turned it around and began rubbing the toe against her clitoris.

"Oh wow," Jimmy whispered as he watched Sandy use the shoe on herself.

"You wait till she pushes it all the way in," Grace winked then leaned forwards and began licking his cock like a lollipop.

As if on cue, Sandy thrust the pump deep inside her and began rubbing her clitoris with her thumb while she slid the shoe in and out.

"Oh god," Jimmy stifled his cry, "that's so awesome."

Grace looked over and saw her niece pumping the shoe in and out, "use one of your Superstars," she instructed, then started to suck on Jimmys cock.

Sandy slipped her sneaker off, picked it up and started rubbing the toecap against her clitoris. It was only seconds when her hips shook and she came.

"W-what's that," Jimmy asked, pointing to the slit in the sole of the Superstar.

Grace stopped sucking, "I like being very bad with her sneakers," she said, "so I cut them with a knife." Jimmy's cock throbbed in her hand. It seems Sandy isn't the only one who enjoyed that, Grace smiled. "Tell you what," she said, slipping the white lace chuck onto his cock and squeezing, "how about you deliver my nieces new sneakers and I'll finish those cute little Superstars off," she began stroking the sneaker on his cock, "and maybe I'll cut your chucks off your feet too," she grinned at him as his back arched and he pumped globs of sticky white cum deep into the toe of her nieces new shoe.

"Very nice," Grace smiled, sliding the sneaker from his cock and looking at the contents, "my what a large load," she grinned, turning around and slipping it on her nieces bare foot, squeezing it, "I think Sandy will be wearing these from the store," she smiled as her niece gasped. "Oh I like that," she said as she noticed the cum leaking from the lacework uppers of her nieces new sneaker, "imagine if we filled them with cum," she grinned.

Sandy loved the sticky feeling between her toes, especially knowing what it was and where it came from. Her aunt was right, it would be amazing to fill them completely with cum and squeeze her bare feet into them.

"I need my shoe back, please," Grace told her niece and slid it with a wet noise from Sandy's pussy. She slipped it onto her foot where it squelched noisily, "oh that feels nice," she grinned.

Jimmy could not believe what had just happened. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think it would be possible to meet someone like these two.

"So do we have a deal?" Grace was watching him.

"Y-yes," he stuttered, "I'll bring them to your house.

"Good," Grace looked at his feet, "better bring a change of shoes," she laughed.

[rzseven7]

YOU ARE THE BEST WITH THESE STORIES!!! AND YOU JUST KEEP GETTING BETTER!!! I personally have no interest in reading but id read all the stories you write like this all day long. Thanks.

[Sudsey]

Lol thanks mate! That's why I do it - to increase literacy and make more people want to read lmao

[WAMSneak]

I like where this is going hehe. Maybe they should walk home?

Please keep this up, you're definitely at your best with the sneaker stories

[Sudsey]

Thanks mate. This one will continue to be a mix I think... Sandy with her sneakers and wedges, Grace being bad with them while wearing her expensive shoes and inserting them into Sandy

Walking home... those poor girls would be pretty tired. I'd guess it would be a four or five hour walk from the Perth CBD to Brigadoon lol. And with Grace in heels too! Na I think they will drive, but they are not finished in Perth yet

[malidir]

Excellent! Just amazing!

Been wondering, also, if Sandy had any running shoes... Ever heard of a cum mile? Grace might be interested on that, since Sandy likes the warm sticky feeling of it...

[Sudsey]

No haven't heard of it before but googled and I like the sound of it!

Sandy doesn't have any running shoes, yet, and she's not much of a runner as we can see previously. All that could change though. I would need to think about it.

[Sudsey]

Part 10

Hay Street Mall was bustling with people, some in business attire, some casual, all going about their days, oblivious to the two women walking among them. How could they not notice, Sandy wondered, so aware of her exposed pussy beneath her skirt that she thought it must be obvious to everyone else. Then there was the cum in her new sneaker. She new for a fact that some had leaked through the lacework, but when she looked down it was hardly visible.

"It's ok," Grace chuckled as she leant in and whispered in her ear, "no one knows your cute little chuck is full of cum, just like no one knows my pump was just in your pussy." She grinned as her niece suddenly looked around to check no one had over heard.
"How could they not notice," Sandy whispered back, "your shoe is all wet and wrinkled!"

"People are all wrapped up in their own little worlds," she smiled, "too busy with their own problems and agendas to spot it," she paused, "and even if they did they would never guess."

"I would," Sandy told her aunt, "I would notice. I would guess."

"Yes my dear," Grace grinned, "but you are so deliciously perverted," she laughed, "only someone such as us would noticed and realise what it was," she paused a moment as a small child ran by within earshot, "which is why Jimmy was so easy to spot."

Sandy stood with her mouth agape. She had not thought of herself that way before, but her aunt was right, she was and always had been. She had always looked at women's and girls feet when she first met them, always watched them walking by, staring at their footwear. She was doing it even now, she realised, as a girl in her late teens walked past in a pair of beat up chucks.

"Wonder what she did to make those look so bad," Grace smiled, watching her nieces gaze, then stopped and pointed to someone in the crowd. A young boy of about fifteen watched the same girl walk by, "see how easy it is to spot," Grace said, "she's a hot young thing but he only has eyes for her trashy chucks."

Sandy nodded, "his shorts are pushed out at the front too," she whispered, giggling.

"Nice spot," her aunt replied, "if only he was a little older, we could have some fun with him," she grinned, "now look over there," she pointed at a group of teenage girls standing and giggling together. Three of them were watching a young woman walking past and were giggling behind their hands. Giggling about what, she could not tell. The fourth was also giggling, but her focus was purely on the young ladies black suede, wedge heeled pumps. "It's a little difficult to tell on a girl, though," she confessed, "no tell-tale bulge, so you have to rely more on intuition."

"I don't notice you staring," Sandy said, "but you seem to have a thing for shoes."

"I'm different," Grace admitted, "I don't have a shoe fetish as such. What really gets me going is when I can get someone else going."

"So when you are bad with my shoes it's just because I like it?" Sandy found that hard to believe - her Aunt had been almost in a frenzy when she was cutting her sneakers.

"Well I must admit that I find you really sexy in your sneakers and wedges," she smiled, "and being bad with them was way better than anything else I have done." She paused then, thinking, "maybe I do, maybe I don't, it doesn't matter so long as I continue to feed my hunger with your cute little sneakers," she grinned evilly and then burst out laughing. Sandy joined in, for the first time forgetting her exposed pussy and cum-filled sneaker.

"Ah here we are," Grace indicated the shoe store that could more accurately be described as an Aladdin's Cave for sneaker heads and fetishists alike.

Hype DC was a trendy store on the corner of Hay Street Mall and the southern entrance to the Carillon Arcade. It featured nothing but trending sneakers, different brands vying for space on the glass shelves, Nikes, Pumas, even New Balance and Asics (the trendy style, not the athletic style) all had their place and tried to grab the shoppers attention. Grace and Sandy were here for the Adidas collection, though the Converse collection also caught their eye.

There were several models from Adidas available, but it was the Superstars they were interested in, and there were plenty to choose from, from the black stripe Superstars up to black suede with metal toe caps, and Sandy stood in awe just looking at them. She lusted after them, to the point where her pussy twinged deep between her thighs.

Grace knew how her niece felt, the sneakers were wonderful to behold, almost enough to tempt her out of her expensive pumps, almost. She looked in the mirrored wall at Sandy, she could see the lust in her nieces eyes and felt her own desire rising. She looked around the shop - surely there was a sneaker fetishist working here, but alas, no. "There is another Hype DC store at the other end of this arcade," she whispered to her niece, "perhaps we can work out another discount in there," she lead Sandy from the store, down the escalators, through the food hall, into another section of consumer tunnels, until they reached the Murray Street Mall end of the arcade.

The Hype DC store here was longer, a larger store, and Grace hoped she would find what she was looking for here. Not the sneakers - those she was confident she could find. No, she needed a willing participant, someone who could help them with their needs. She strode into the store and approached the Superstars on display, looking around to see if she could spot any tell-tales in the staff members.

There were only two staff on today - a boy of no more than seventeen and a girl in her mid twenties. Both were smart in their uniforms, he with short cropped hair, hers long and tied back in a pony tail, he was wearing Nikes, she, white Superstars with leather embossed to look almost like scales. They chatted easily to each other when they noticed Grace and her niece, and there it was, the involuntary flick of the eyes, but to her breasts and legs, not to her Jimmy Choos. "A lesbian then," Grace thought, "interesting, but not what we are after," she whispered to her niece, "one last chance," she said, "there is another Hype DC store just this way," she lead her niece out into the bright daylight, and there, not a hundred metres away, was a set of stairs, lined with bell jars containing sneakers, leading down into a basement store. Why there were three stores so close to each other she could not fathom, but she hoped she would lucky in the last one.

As soon as she entered the cool, shadowy basement Grace knew she had found what she was looking for. There was only one person minding the store, the manager, a blonde in her late twenties, but trim, and standing five feet eleven in her white stripe Superstars. She looked up as the pair entered and stared at Graces pumps all the way in.

Grace made eye contact and the manager walked over to greet them with the customary "hello," punctuated with downward glances of the eyes, "I am the manager, how can I help you?"

"My niece would like to try a pair of these please," Grace held out a simple pair of black stripe Superstars, looking at the name tag, "Melissa."

"Very well," Melissa said, "what size?"

"Oh here," Grace rummaged in her handbag, bringing out a small white square.

"Ok," Melissa took the square, "wait, what is this?"

"Oh," Grace smiled, "I cut the sizing chart out of her sneaker this morning while we were playing," she grinned impishly as Sandy and the manager gasped. Sandy had no idea her aunt had cut the square out of the tongue of her sneaker and couldn't wait to see it.

Melissa looked flustered, then walked to the mirrored wall at the back of the store. She looked back over her shoulder, then pushed through the door. When she returned carrying a shoe box, Sandy was seated with her feet out in front of her, the heels of her lace chucks resting on the floor. Grace was seated next to her, her legs crossed elegantly, bouncing her foot nonchalantly.

"Ah, would you mind helping my niece," Grace asked.

"Of course," Melissa smiled, her eyes lingering on the black patent pump bobbing playfully in the air. She knelt in front of Sandy and kept glancing to the pretty shoe, even as she pulled on the lace in the chuck, sliding it off her foot.

"Do you like my shoes," Grace asked, already knowing the answer.

"Err yes," Melissa replied, "they are beautiful."

"My niece thinks so too," she replied, "she had this one," she indicated the slightly creased pump, "in here not thirty minutes ago," she pushed her nieces legs apart, revealing Sandy's pussy.

"I'm sorry," the manager was startled, "w-what?"

"Yes," Grace continued, "she can't get enough of my sexy pumps, can you, slave?"

"No mistress," Sandy agreed.

"I-I don't understand," Melissa stammered, "she what?"

"Oh yes," Grace smiled, "at the Converse Store. I told the salesman that if he gave me a discount I would let him watch her as she fucked herself with my pump. Meanwhile I made the salesman cum into that pretty chuck you are holding."

Melissa was suddenly aware that she was still holding Sandy's sneaker. She looked at it and saw the wet patch inside. She really wanted to touch it, to taste it, but she was too shocked to think straight.

"Go on," Graces intuition was on target once more, "you can taste it if you want to."

Melissa felt like she was having an out of body experience, as if she was both there and not there at the same time. She found herself lifting the pretty little chuck to her mouth, burying her face in it, and licking at the wet mark on the insole. She moaned with delight.

"Would you like to give us a discount too," Grace asked with a smile, "I'd be happy to use my pretty pump on you."

Melissa didn't know what to think. These two strangers had just walked into her store and had behaved incredibly inappropriately, and yet, she had just, almost involuntarily, licked cum out of the pretty chuck she was still holding. She should kick them out, she realised as she walked to the staircase and rolled the door down, making sure no one stumbled upon them by accident. When she returned to the pair, Grace had slipped her pumps from her feet.

"Would you like to watch my niece fuck herself with my shoe," Grace asked, waiting patiently. Eventually Melissa nodded and Grace handed the pump Sandy had used earlier to her niece who wasted no time in pushing it into her waiting pussy.

"Oh," Melissa sighed, sitting on the bench, "that looks wonderful."

"It does," Grace smiled, lifting her skirt and rubbing her own pussy. She held up her other pump to the manager, "would you like to taste?"

Melissa nodded, taking the shoe from Grace, her eyes not leaving the black patent heel slurping in and out of Sandy's pussy. She held the Jimmy Choo up in front of her and tentatively licked the black patent. At that moment she was lost, all inhibition flowing away. She ravenously began to lick every surface of the pretty shoe, from heel to toe, sucking on both. When she began licking the interior of the pump she felt fingers probing, exploring, exciting. She gasped and looked down at Graces hand between her thighs, rubbing and massaging the outside of her black uniform pants.

"Think you need to take these off," Grace told her, unbuttoning them and sliding the zip down, "if we are to get my shoe in here," she slid her hand into her pants and rubbed her pussy through her white cotton panties.

"Oh my god," Melissa wondered, even as she handed the shoe back to Grace, kicked her Superstars off and shrugged out of her pants and underwear, "what am I doing?"

"That's better," Grace grinned as Melissa sat back down, her legs closed demurely, "open up," Grace said and ran the toe of her pump along the managers thigh. When Melissa parted her legs, the pump made its way to her pussy, circling it, making her gasp, making her want it more. It darted in and brushed her clitoris, then out again.

Melissa gasped, she wanted the shoe inside her now, more than anything she had ever wanted, but she still had that same detachment. "What are you doing," a voice in her head screamed, "you don't know these people!" That voice was silenced as the toe of the pretty pump was pushed past her pussy lips, deep inside her, "oh god," she groaned, "that feels so good!"

Grace slid the shoe in and out, rubbing Melissa's clitoris at the same time, driving her through her first orgasm, relentlessly, pushing on to a second and third. By the fourth, the seat beneath the manager was soaked and the hand holding the pump was equally as wet. Melissa was whimpering through the exertion and the ecstasy.

Sandy watched on as her aunt worked her shoe in and out of the managers pussy, the sight of the milky liquid spraying around the expensive pump driving her through her own climaxes.

"That was very nice but now it's my turn I think," Grace leant forwards and picked up Melissa's Superstars, "I do love Superstars," she sighed and began rubbing the toecap of one between her thighs. She was already wet and the toecap made a liquid sound as it excited her pussy. She licked the toecap of the other. The sneaker was warm from the managers foot, the leather supple, and she bit playfully on the toecap, her teeth squeaking against rubber.

"Oh that looks so good," Melissa gasped, fucking herself with her customers shoe, "bite it again!"

Grace gave her a sidewise look and bit down again. She turned the sneaker around and bit on the leather collar, "well this is a new one," she thought to herself as she came on the toecap and laces.

Five minutes later and the room was silent except for the heavy breathing of the three girls recovering.

"Now," Grace panted, "lets talk about a discount and delivery," she turned to Sandy and winked.