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Sneaker Fiction (renamed from Converse Fiction)
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mattblake94
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Re: Sneaker Fiction (renamed from Converse Fiction)
IMO, the longer the better.
Can't wait.
Can't wait.
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Raya000
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Re: Sneaker Fiction (renamed from Converse Fiction)
I actually was Hehe.Sudsey wrote:If you were wondering...
Sarah's Asics Kayano 21s: https://m.catchoftheday.com.au/product/ ... nk-333650/
Aryana's Asics Kayano 21s: http://www.asicsamerica.com/Shop/Footwe ... 28583.3591
Hey maybe a tip. Whenever you talk about a sneakers for the first time in a scene, maybe you could put the link toghether. Google has this app that shrinks the link, so it will not ruin the typing.
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Sudsey
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Re: Sneaker Fiction (renamed from Converse Fiction)
Next update, and it's a big one.
Enjoy!
Chapter 31
"That was amazing," Sarah told Beth. She was still a little out of breath, her skin flushed and with a slight sheen of sweat. "It's been a long time since I was that intimate with anybody."
"Really? You three don't..." Beth didn't finish the question, "yeah I guess not, I can see why you would have that boundary."
"Truth be told," Sarah admitted, "I don't think I have ever been that intimate. Ben's dad was not the most exciting lover in bed. Sorry baby," she saw Ben's face reddening as he looked down, "but you don't have that to worry about. I have a feeling you don't take after your father in that department," she winked at him.
"Perhaps he had other interests," Beth suggested, "Bobby and I were close to splitting - if he had not found me asleep on my bed surrounded by sneakers, we probably would have. Now we know what we both like and it's awesome," she grinned.
"Maybe," Sarah agreed, "I guess it comes down to communication. We didn't really do that very well which was another part of our problem. Anyway, all I know is that was amazing and I want more," she smiled.
"That sounds like a great idea," Lisa grinned, "what would you like to do next?"
"It seems to me that it's your turn," Sarah smiled, "what do you think?" She looked at her daughter.
"Yeah mum," Aryana agreed, "I think we should make them cum on our Asics."
"Oh goody," Beth grinned, "I do love your Asics."
"I love yours too," Arayana replied, "they look brand new."
"They are," Beth agreed, "Lisa bought them for me and Nat."
"Yeah, except they are our second pair since yesterday," Natalie laughed.
"Don't tell me you," Sarah began, astonished, "you.."
"I couldn't help it," Lisa replied guiltily, "they were so pretty, and I had the scissors in my hand."
Oh my god," Aryana gasped, her hand sliding the pump in and out of her pussy again, "you cut up brand new Asics?"
"Yeah," Lisa said, grinning now, "and it felt soooo good!" She was rubbing her own pussy now and staring hungrily at Aryanas and Sarah's Asics.
Beth caught Lisa's stare, "careful," she laughed, "I think Lees has plans for your sneakers." She laughed.
Sarah and Aryana looked at where Lisa was staring and both of them shuddered involuntarily, Sarah joining in with her daughter, sliding the shoe in and out of her pussy.
"I think they like that idea," Beth laughed.
"So does Ben," Natalie eyed his cock which had grown substantially once more.
"So," Lisa grinned, "shall I get my scissors?"
Sarah though for a while, Aryana looking at her mother hopefully, "we shouldn't," she said eventually, "not with these. They are new," she paused, "but we brought my purple Kayanos with us." She had not even finished when Lisa ran off to find her scissors and knife. By the time she returned, Natalie, Ben and Bobby had brought their chairs over and were sitting, waiting expectantly.
Lisa dragged the suitcase over, opening it eagerly, "oh there are some lovely shoes and sneakers in here," she said, "you have great taste!" A moment later, "ah-ha!" She produced the one of the purple Kayano 20s with a flourish, along with one of Aryanas purple and pink Neburners. She sat behind the footstool, placing the two sneakers side by side in front of her, between Sarah's and Aryanas feet.
"Nobody said anything about Aryanas netball sneakers," Sarah laughed.
Lisa looked disappointed and Aryana pouted, "Awww mum!"
After a few moments, Sarah sighed, "oh ok then, you can cut up my daughters netburners too." Despite her words, she shuddered at the thought, the shoe continuing to slide in and out of her pussy.
"Yippee!" Aryana cried, "thanks mum!"
Before she could change her mind, Lisa lifted one of Aryanas purple laces and cut the end off. Everyone in the room had a collective intake of breath, none more so that Aryana. "These are very pretty Aryana," Lisa said, cutting another inch off of her purple laces, "so pretty, I should make it last," snip, another piece of lace fell away, and then another.
"Th-those were the first sneakers I wore in the tub," Aryana stuttered, shaking each time Lisa made a cut, "I wore my whole netball outfit."
"You must have looked gorgeous," Beth smiled. She was rubbing her pussy, "hmmm I like the idea of outfits. Maybe I should wear my cheer outfit in the bath?"
"That would be awesome," it was Bobby who had spoken.
"Then I'll do it for you babe," Beth grinned, "but for now, can I have one of your chucks Aryana?"
"Of c-course," she stammered as another inch of lace was removed, her attention focused entirely on her sneaker.
"That sounds like a great idea," Lisa said, reaching into the suitcase. She pulled out a small pale blue chuck for herself and handed a pink one to Beth. Neither of them wasted any time in licking the toecaps of their sneakers and thrusting them deep inside themselves. "Oh wow," Lisa gasped as the sneaker slid in, "I can get it in so far!" Only the last three inches of the chucks protruded from Beth and Lisa's pussys. "Oh, what about you Nat?"
"That's ok," Natalie said, her hand around Ben's shaft once more, "can I have one of your chucks please Ben?"
"S-sure," he said, kicking one of his sneakers off. Natalie bent down and picked it up. She rubbed the White rubber toecap against her pussy lips which were already good and wet, then pushed it inside herself, the toecap disappearing up to the second row of laces.
"Ok," Lisa grinned, "where was I? Oh yes," she snipped a purple lace right up to the sneaker. She turned it round and cut the last piece from that side too. She reached down and slid Aryanas chuck in and out a few times, "now I think I'll start on Sarah's beautiful purple Kayanos," she lifted one of the bright orange laces and looked Sarah in the eye. She cut the first inch off and saw her convulse through an orgasm, "you know," she said as she snipped another inch off, "a Kayano 20 was the first Asics I ever cut, wasn't it Beth?" Beth nodded in agreement, "it was one of Beth's pink Kayanos," she cut another inch of orange lace away, "it never gets old," she came on Aryanas chuck.
Sarah watched on as Lisa cut off inch after bright orange inch of her laces, cumming again and again on the dark red pump in her pussy. She had loved watching the laces being cut from her daughters netburner, but this was even better.
"I so love cutting up Asics," Lisa breathed as she lost herself in her work. She snipped and came, snipped and came, until the laces were cut back to the shoe on both sneakers. Now she turned back to the pretty netball sneaker, snipping each row of laces out one at a time, discarding them until there were none left. "No more laces Aryana," she sighed, then cut the loop on the tongue. Aryana wasn't expecting that and gushed over the pump in her pussy.
Aryana had cum so many times as she watched Lisa cut the laces out of hers and her mothers sneakers, and the moment she cut the loop off the tongue was amazing. She couldn't wait to see how cutting into her sneaker would feel.
Beth was enjoying Aryanas pink chuck in her pussy, along with the sight of two pretty sneakers being destroyed. She reached over and replaced the hand Sarah was using to slide the pump in and out of her pussy. She took over the motion and let Sarah do the same for her.
"I really like this floral pattern around the ankle and on the tongue," Lisa said, pulling the tongue forwards, "see it? No? Hmmm,". She placed the scissors around the middle of the tongue, squeezed firmly, the purple cloth and foam parting easily, the top of the tongue coming away in Lisa hand. Everyone, including Lisa came at that point. Only Ben and Bobby managed to hold off, although it was close for Ben.
"See?" Lisa said shakily, holding the piece of tongue out and laughing. She turned her attention now to the collar. She placed the scissors underneath the second lace hole and started to cut towards the heel, maintaining the curve.
"Oh god that's so good," Aryana whispered, pumping the shoe in and out of her pussy even harder now.
Lisa had by now cut around the heel section, finally cutting the collar off of the sneaker. Now she wanted the Asics logos off of the sides and cut them out. "Your poor sneaker Aryana," Lisa smiled as the last logo came away, "now for the toe!" She picked up the serrated knife, cutting down at the base of the tongue, detaching what was left of it as it continued down through the sides to the sole.
"We have a tradition we just started," Beth explained as the blade worked its way through the pink and white midsole, "the person whose sneaker it is gets the toe to fuck themselves with."
"Sounds like a great tradition," Sarah shuddered through another orgasm, "I am looking forward to trying it out!"
"There," Lisa said with a grin as the blade emerged from the black sole, "here you go Aryana," she handed her the toe of her once unblemished netburner.
"Thanks Lees," Aryana took the remains of her sneaker, pulled the pump out of her pussy with a slurp. The cum inside the shoe spilled out and pooled on the floor where she discarded it. She inserted her fingers into the toe of the netburner and ran it up and down her pussy lips, smearing her cum over it, lubricating it before pushing it inside. The purple mesh cloth instantly soaked up her juices as she slid it in and out.
"Your poor shoe baby," Sarah smiled, loving watching her daughter using the toe on herself, "that looks so good."
"Your turn," Lisa smiled, returning to the laces of her purple Kayano, snipping each row out individually, "I love cutting laces," she grinned, then snipped the lace loop off the tongue. She dipped her hand inside Sarah's Asics and brought out the purple insole and cut it straight up the middle, then placed the two halves on top of each other and cut those into half inch strips.
Sarah was loving watching the destruction of her sneaker and was glad she had put it off so long. It made it all the more delicious, plus having someone else do it for her was so much more fun. Especially as it was someone she had only just met. She shuddered through yet another orgasm as the last cut was made on her insole. Now it was just the sneaker left.
"Where should I make the first cut on your pretty Asics, Sarah?" Lisa teased, putting the scissors in various places, squeezing gently, "here," she would asked before moving them and asking again. Sarah was squirming a lot by now, the anticipation of the purple cloth of her Kayano being cut driving her wild.
"The great thing about the design of these sneakers is that there are so many cut-here lines," Lisa grinned, selecting one of the blue areas around the second lace hole from the top, "see, it's like they wanted me to cut these bits out," she cut into the purple vinyl around the blue section, cumming on Aryanas chuck as the blades cut through.
"Oh god," Sarah cried, cumming as the first cut was made into her sneaker.
Aryana bucked on the toe of her netburner, gushing around it and filling it.
Beth continued to slide the dark red pump in and out of Sarah's pussy, while she cummed repeatedly on Aryanas pink chuck being worked by Aryanas mother.
Natalie was in free flowing heaven, adoring the destruction of more sneakers. It could only be better if they were hers. She had soaked Ben's chuck in her pussy, the navy canvas now dark, almost black and slick with her juices. She looked over at Ben and saw he was close to cumming himself, so she clamped his chuck between her thighs and leaned over to give him his second-ever blow job. It took mere seconds of sucking and tongue excitation before he blew his load in her mouth, filling it with white, salty cum. She selected her already cummy sneaker, holding up in front of her for Ben to see and spat his cum into her new Kayano, where it lay pooled on the indigo colour insole and up the inside of the collar. She wiped her mouth on the side of her sneaker again, then, tipping it so the cum pooled in the toe area, she slipped her foot into it. "Ooh," she grinned, wiggling her toes, "that feels gooey!"
Lisa cut the lace hole away completely, cumming in the process, then moved onto the next one, cutting that free. She worked her way down the sneaker, cut, cut cut, removing each blue section, every girl in the room cumming on their respective shoes, sneakers and in Aryanas case, remains of her sneaker. When that part was done she started on the tongue, cutting one corner off, then the opposite corner, then she made little triangular cuts up and down each side. Finally she cut it off at the base.
Sarah was in her own world, repeating, "my poor shoe," over and over, cumming every time.
Lisa had left the top lace holes as they were a part of the collar. She started on that now, cutting around it to the back of the sneaker on each side. She needed the knife to finish that part off, discarding the detached collar and moving on to the next part, "see these shapes between the silver parts," she pointed, 'they must have wanted me to cut those out too," so she did, cutting each little piece away but leaving the toe section intact for their tradition. "Now the logos on the side." She folded them out and ran the scissors along the white part of the midsole, the cut upwards, following the heel cup. "Hmmm," she thought out loud, "I think I want that heel cut off now." She took the knife and lay it across the shoe where the heel cup joined the sole. She started sawing down, bits of white foam scattering across the footstool. Then orange pieces as the knife cut through that part of the sole. Finally blue rubber was cut, the heel coming away in Lisa's hand. "Oh that was good," she smiled, moving the knife forwards an inch and cutting through the sole again, "such pretty soles," she said as that section fell away. Finally she positioned the knife just behind the toe, sawing down through white and orange midsole, a red gel piece and finally blue rubber sole. When it came away she handed the toe to Beth who removed the pump from Sarah's pussy and slid it inside her in its place.
"Oh god," Sarah cried, "that's so good!" Her hips bucked twice, then with a final cry of "my poor shoe!" She gushed over the dismembered toe of her Purple Asics. Beside her, her daughter came too, the toe of her own destroyed sneaker thrust deep inside her.
Lisa say back with a satisfied smiled on her face. The pale blue converse in her pussy was sodden, the canvas and rubber slick with her juices, a steady drip from the heel pooling on the tiles beneath her. Beth, likewise, had saturated Aryanas pink chuck to the point where her cum dribbled from the white rubber sidewall.
Natalie was still cumming on Ben's chuck, her toes wiggling in the cum in her new Asics.
After a short while, Sarah found her composure, "oh god that was good," she said, still out of breath, "so, naughty but, wow."
"Yeah," Aryana breathed, "that was amazing!"
Lisa smiled, "yeah I love cutting sneakers," she told them, "and especially Asics. It gets me so wet, especially when it's really, really naughty."
"What is naughtier than what you just did?" Aryana asked, "my poor netburner!" She laughed.
Lisa laughed too, "nothing beats cutting new sneakers," she thought back to the previous day, sliding the chuck in and out of her pussy again. She looked at Sarah's Asics she was wearing, "I can show you if you want?" She stroked the blue sole of Sarah's new Kayano.
"Oh," Sarah shuddered, "that would be really bad," she shuddered, "no that would be too much."
"I could just cut a little piece of lace off," Lisa suggested, "just as a taster so you can see how good it can be, to be so, so bad."
"I don't know," Sarah said doubtfully, but she remembered Ben's words - the naughtier the better.
"Go on mum," Aryana urged, "it's just a little bit of lace."
"Ok," Sarah conceded, "just a little bit."
Lisa grinned, picking up the scissors again, flexing them experimentally for effect, then pulled the lace loose on Sarah's right Asics. "Such pretty laces," she placed the scissor around the end of one side, then squeezing she cut off an inch of raspberry lace.
The feeling in Sarah was electrifying, her whole body tensing as the orgasm wracked through her. "Oh god that was incredible!" She said, "do the other side!"
Lisa was only too happy to comply, picking up the lace on the other side. She snipped off an inch from that side too. Again, Sarah's hips bucked as she came on the detached toe of her purple Kayano.
"Oh wow," Sarah sighed, "you were so right Ben - naughtier is so much better," she moved her left foot closer to Lisa, "do this one please?"
"Of course," Lisa grinned, pulling the laces loose. She cut the end off of the laces on each side of her pretty blue Kayano, and each time the result was the same.
Sarah sat back panting, looking at her new Kayanos and the four, inch long lengths of detached raspberry laces. She couldn't believe that had felt so good, even after days of experimentation. "Wow," she said to herself, "this just keeps surprising me!" She looked at Lisa's smiling face, "do that again!"
Lisa did as she was bid, snipping another inch from the end of each lace, each time sending Sarah into raptures.
Aryana was pumping the toe of her destroyed netburner in and out of her pussy furiously, cumming every time a section of raspberry lace came away. She couldn't believe it felt so good. She looked at her own sneakers, wondering how hers would feel.
Lisa caught Aryanas look and was intensely aware of how excited she was watching her mothers laces being cut.
"Again?" Lisa asked, opening and closing the scissors.
"Oh yeah," Sarah sighed, then "oh no, wait, what am I saying?" She drew her feet up away from Lisa, "no I mustn't!" She glanced sideways, "do Aryanas," she grinned.
Aryana was ecstatic. She grinned and slid her bright pink and yellow, Asics clad, left foot closer to Lisa, then held her breath as she waited and watched.
"When you say to do Aryanas," Lisa began...
"Just the laces," Sarah laughed, "like mine." She looked at Lisa, "naughty," she added.
Lisa pouted, then turned to Aryana, "I need to get some of these," she said, pulling on the lace, undoing it, "I really like them," she position the scissors an inch from the tip of one bright yellow lace and snipped it off. Aryana responded like her mother, amazed at how awesome it felt to be so bad. She was still shuddering when Lisa cut a further inch off the same lace, starting her cumming all over again.
"God I love cutting laces," Lisa said again, lifting the lace on the other side of Aryanas sneaker and cutting the tip off.
Aryanas pussy was pulsing strongly now, her cum flowing freely as she had orgasm after orgasm. She had another when Lisa sliced the next inch of lace off. She moved her right foot closer to Lisa so she could work on that Kayano now.
Lisa gave the sneaker a stroke, the pulled the lace, loosening it. She cut the end off, cumming nearly as much as Aryana and her mother. She cut the next inch of bright yellow lace off, then switched to the other side of Aryanas sneaker, cutting the first two inches off in two cuts.
"I think my baby enjoyed that," Sarah smiled, still shaking from her own massive orgasms.
"I think you did too mum," Aryana smiled back.
"I could take another inch off," Lisa suggested, grinning, "then you can feel that again."
Sarah laughed, "Beth is right, you are bad, and I love it."
"So is that a yes?" Lisa asked hopefully.
"Sarah laughed again, "no that would be too naughty," she sighed.
"But they are just there," Lisa sighed, looking at Aryanas pretty pink sneakers perched just under her nose. Aryana gave them a little wiggle, "oh you tease!" Lisa laughed.
Aryana giggled, "pretty pink Asics," she wiggled them again, "and you are not allowed to cut them," she grinned.
Sarah looked at Aryana, seeing just how much she was enjoying herself. She loved watching it, and loved seeing her getting off with sneakers and shoes. There was no denying that cutting the laces on both of their new sneakers had been incredible, and she had never seen her cum so hard. She looked at the sixteen little pieces of laces on the footstool, eight raspberry and eight bright yellow, "cut them," she breathed, "cut my baby's laces."
Aryanas feet stilled immediately and she watched expectantly.
Lisa picked up the first lace and cut another inch off, again the girls in the room came. She moved to the next lace and removed another inch, then the next until each lace had been reduced another inch.
"Oh god that's so good," Sarah sighed, sliding her feet forwards to Lisa, "mine now."
Lisa cut another inch from each of Sarah's laces, and each time was as good as the first.
"My turn again?" Aryana asked, hopefully.
"Yeah," Sarah smiled, "your turn now".
Mother and daughter were now so turned on, Lisa thought she could be a little more adventurous, "so that's an inch off of each?" Lisa asked. When Sarah nodded, she slid the scissors closer to Ayanas bright pink sneaker, "how about four inches off of this one instead?" She squeezed the scissors shut and four inches of bright yellow lace lay on the foot stool.
"Oh god," mother and daughter cried in harmony, their hips bucking. "You are so bad Lees," Sarah whimpered.
"Who me," Lisa smiled sweetly, "I don't know what you mean!" She lifted the lace on the other side of Aryanas sneaker and cut another four inches off of it.
"Oh yes," Sarah frantically rubber her clitoris, "that's so good!" She pulled the sodden toe of her destroyed Kayano out and discarded it in a puddle of her cum, looking around nearby and finding a pair of blue patent pumps with a 5 inch heel. She handed one to Aryana and pushed the other roughly, deep into her pussy.
Aryana was almost delirious with pleasure. With the increased level of badness her pussy was gushing uncontrollably. She dropped the toe of her netburner on the floor in its own spreading pool of cum, following her mums example, she wasted no time in plunging the pretty blue pump heel deep into her pussy. She gushed over it immediately.
"Oh my lovely pumps!" Natalie was almost at the same level of excitement as Sarah and Aryana, and she loved the sight of her pumps being rammed in and out of their pussys. She looked down at Ben's chuck, by now completely saturated in her juices, the navy canvas dark and slick from heel to toe, the laces hanging limply and dripping cum onto the tiled floor below. There was even a little pool of cum in the heel section.
Lisa struggled to retain her composure as she cut another four inches of bright yellow lace from Aryanas other sneaker. Aryanas little pale blue chuck, wedged deep in her pussy, was soaked, the pool of cum beneath her now spread wide so her bare bottom was seated in a puddle of her own juices and her robe was wicking it up. Her red sequin chucks, tucked under her thighs, were soaked on one side from where they sat in the puddle. She cut another 4 inch length from the other side of Aryanas right sneaker. Aryana moved her feet away, make room for her mother who slid her right foot over to Lisa.
Lisa gave the light blue Kayano 21 a tender stroke, squeezing Sarah's foot through the cloth toe, causing her to shudder. She picked up the raspberry coloured lace, positioning the scissors four inches from the end and then looked at Sarah.
Sarah was staring at the scissors, waiting for that moment when the cut would happen, that moment of ecstasy that would send blissful shudders through her body. The feeling was incredible, so great it was temporarily causing her to overlook the fact that her and Aryanas sneakers were rapidly loosing their laces. She realised Lisa wasn't cutting, and she looked up to see her looking at her straight in the eyes, a smile on her delicate lips. She saw Lisa look down at the lace, following her eyes to the scissors. She saw Lisa slide the scissors up the lace until they touched the side of her Kayano and she cried out as they closed, snipping off the lace as it came out if the hole.
"Oh dear," Lisa sighed, "I think I might have cut too much off," she shuddered through an orgasm while Sarah and Aryana powered through their own.
"Oh good god that's good," Sarah cried, her cum spraying around the blue pump in her pussy.
Lisa picked up the lace on the other side of her sneaker and cut it flush to the shoe. Sarah slid her left foot over, eager for a repeat performance. She wasn't disappointed - Lisa cut both sides off, leaving Sarah quivering.
Lisa turned to Aryanas sneakers now, wasting no time cutting the bright yellow laces on Aryanas sneakers flush with the shoe, "want me to cut them out completely?" Lisa asked, running the scissors up and down intact laces on top of the tongue.
Aryana nodded, but Sarah spoke up, "n-no," she stammered, "we n-need t-to stop. I k-kinda like them as t-they are."
"Awww," Lisa pouted, "but you have not felt what it's like to cut into the sneaker itself!"
"Oh you are such a devil," Sarah laughed, "such a temptress!"
"I don't know if I should feel hurt by that," Lisa laughed.
"Oh don't," Sarah told her, "I've only just met you but already I love your wickedness!"
"Oh wicked am I," Lisa grinned, "a devil, you say?" She reached out and slid Sarah's feet in front of her.
Sarah didn't resist, "What are you doing," she asked.
"Being wicked," she grinned, snipping the first row of laces on her left sneaker.
"Oh my poor Asics," Sarah squirmed, but left her feet where they were.
Lisa moved down and snipped the next row on the same sneaker, then the next. Sarah's body was jolting with each cut. She reached the last row in the left sneaker and cut it cleanly, the tongue lolling free, then pulled out all of the pieces of raspberry lace before turning her attention to Sarah's right sneaker. She began cutting again, row after row until none remained. "All gone," she smiled, watching Sarah squirm. She looked between Sarah's legs at Natalie's blue heel and became mesmerised at the rhythmic pumping as the shoe was slid in and out of her pussy, slurping all the time. "I've been a bad girl," Lisa smiled, "I've cut all your laces out from your lovely new Asics," Sarah groaned, "but I could be even badder," she toyed with the tongue of Sarah's left Kayano, flopping it in and out of the shoe.
"Oh god, you can't," Sarah trembled, "not to my new sneakers."
"You are right," Lisa noted Sarah had not moved her feet, "that would be really, really naughty, wouldn't it?"
Sarah nodded her head, biting her bottom lip, "really naughty," she agreed.
"Thing is," Lisa said, pulling the tongue forwards, "I am such a very," she put the scissors around the tongue, just beneath the bright pink section, "very," she squeezed the handles of the scissors, the blades cutting a quarter of an inch through pale blue mesh and foam, "very," the blades were now half an inch through the tongue, "naughty girl," she squeezed tighter, the blades cutting through three quarters of an inch, an inch, then two, the top pink section finally coming away in her fingers. "Oops," she grinned, handing the bright pink section of the sneaker to Sarah.
"Oh my poor Asics," Sarah whimpered, clutching the pink section of her sneakers tongue tight in her hand, cumming again and again on the blue pump in her pussy. As she watched, Lisa cut another inch of tongue from her Kayano, "You are so naughty," she shuddered again.
Aryana was also in raptures watching her mothers new sneaker getting dismantled, her pussy spasming with the thought that hers might be next.
"Oh my," Natalie grinned, "you are up again Ben!" She wrapped her fingers round his cock and stroked gently up and down.
Ben was sure he was dreaming. He had watched this attractive woman destroy two sneakers and was well into her third, all of them his mothers and sisters, and the latest was his mums new Asics. Not only that, but her friend, the waitress from the coffee shop, was masturbating him after giving two incredible blow jobs, and she was sitting there with one of his new chucks deep in her pussy, so wet from her juices that it was dripping cum on the tiles. He must be dreaming, he decided. That or in heaven. Then snip, another inch of tongue came away from his mothers sneaker and he nearly came.
"Uh-oh," Natalie grinned, slipping her cummy Kayano off her foot, "in here please Ben! Can't let it go to waste!" She continued stroking, pointing his cock into her sneaker, waiting for the moment Lisa cut the last piece of tongue out of Sarah's shoe. Then it came, the sound of the scissor blades through cloth and foam and Natalie came on Ben's sneaker again. Ben came at the same time, his back arching, he thrust against Natalie's hand, pushing his cock deep into her Asics where his cock exploded with cum, thick, white and copious, it filled the toe box of her sneaker. "Yummy," she grinned after his shuddering subsided, slipping her foot into the gooey sneaker once more.
"Hmmm," Lisa said, "you are wearing socks in these. We can't be having that," she smiled sweetly, before sliding the scissors inside them and cutting them. "Now," she grinned, "back to your pretty Asics. This blue line I think." She slid on blade of the scissors in between Sarah's foot and the shoe, just under the top lace hole. She cut down the line that traced down diagonally to the heel. She swapped to the other side of the sneaker and cut down the same line. This stopped halfway up the heel cup so she turned the scissors and cut down the heel cup to the blue midsole.
Sarah was almost delirious in ecstasy, revelling in the sheer badness of destroying her sexy Asics, enjoying the feel of the scissors between her foot and shoe.
Lisa now cut along the top of the Asics logo, curving down to the blue midsole on both sides. Now the lace section above the logo fell open like wings, held on only near the toe. Lisa snipped them off, following the silver lines. Then she folded out the logo sections on the sides of the sneaker and cut them out. The once pristine Kayano 21 was now only held on by the toe and heel sections. "I need to take your poor Asics off now Sarah," she smiled, "so I can cut the heel cut off." She pulled the remains from Sarah's foot, then took the knife and started sawing through the clear blue heel cup where it joined to the blue midsole. It took only a short time before it came away in her hand, leaving just the sole intact with the toe still attached.
"Can I have that now," Sarah asked, "I want it inside me as it is," she pulled the saturated blue pump out of her pussy, strings of cum running from it, and held out her hand for what was left of her sneaker. She shoved the toe roughly into her pussy when Lisa handed it to her, sparing no ceremony, just eager to get it inside her. As soon as the pale blue cloth entered her, she gushed in a torrent, soaking it in her juices.
Beth had sat in amazed silence watching with wonder as Lisa destroyed another pair of brand new Asics. She had cum time and time again on Aryanas chuck, and had marvelled at her friends ability to work everyone up into such a frenzy that they couldn't help but want their footwear destroyed. Beside her, Sarah was continuing to shudder through multiple orgasms as the toe of her ruined shoe plunged in and out of her gushing pussy and Beth matched her stroke for stroke.
Lisa sat back and worked Aryanas chuck in and out of herself. The problem with destroying sneakers was she couldn't cum as often as she would like, her hands being kept busy with scissors, knives and disintegrating sneakers. That was also an advantage though, because she worked herself up to such a level of excitement that her orgasms, when they came, were huge, almost as if all the little ones she could have experienced were packed into a few, massive climaxes. She came now, her back arching, tendons standing out on her neck. Her legs unfolded, her feet stretching out, the rubber sidewalls of her sequinned chucks squeaking on the cum covered tiles. She lay back, her robe falling away, exposing her breasts and pussy, along with the soaked chuck lodged there, her breath coming in hitches, her eyes closed and a contented smile on her lips.
After a little while, her eyes opened and she looked around into the smiling faces around her. She looked at Sarah who was still sliding her destroyed sneaker in and out of her pussy, but she had slowed, and with a final convulsion, she came once more, then fell back on the sofa panting. "My god that was good," she said eventually, "but you really shouldn't have done that," she sighed, "I liked those."
Lisa smiled, kindly, "there's something you should probably know," she began, "see these all of these shoes and sneakers," she held her hands out, expansively, "most of them are mine."
Sarah looked around, clearly not getting the point.
"These are only a small part of my collection," Lisa went on, "I have a lot more than what you see here." She paused a moment, realising what she sounded like, "I'm not telling you that to impress you, or to brag," she explained, "I have a good reason."
"And that is?" Sarah was clearly puzzled.
"The reason is that I can afford to own all of these shoes," Sarah still wasn't getting it, "I won the lotto you see," she grinned, "so I can afford to buy all the shoes I could ever want. Or, to put it another way, I can afford to buy my friends, you, all the shoes you could ever want."
Finally Sarah understood, "oh, so you already knew you could replace my Asics."
"Of course," she smiled, "I would never destroy someone else's property unless I knew they would enjoy it, and I could replace it."
"I suppose you didn't say before because you don't want people begging you for money," Sarah asked.
"Well that, and the fact it made the naughtiness all the more delicious," Lisa grinned impishly.
"It certainly did that," Sarah smiled, "oh boy did it do that," she laughed and was soon joined by the rest of them.
Enjoy!
Chapter 31
"That was amazing," Sarah told Beth. She was still a little out of breath, her skin flushed and with a slight sheen of sweat. "It's been a long time since I was that intimate with anybody."
"Really? You three don't..." Beth didn't finish the question, "yeah I guess not, I can see why you would have that boundary."
"Truth be told," Sarah admitted, "I don't think I have ever been that intimate. Ben's dad was not the most exciting lover in bed. Sorry baby," she saw Ben's face reddening as he looked down, "but you don't have that to worry about. I have a feeling you don't take after your father in that department," she winked at him.
"Perhaps he had other interests," Beth suggested, "Bobby and I were close to splitting - if he had not found me asleep on my bed surrounded by sneakers, we probably would have. Now we know what we both like and it's awesome," she grinned.
"Maybe," Sarah agreed, "I guess it comes down to communication. We didn't really do that very well which was another part of our problem. Anyway, all I know is that was amazing and I want more," she smiled.
"That sounds like a great idea," Lisa grinned, "what would you like to do next?"
"It seems to me that it's your turn," Sarah smiled, "what do you think?" She looked at her daughter.
"Yeah mum," Aryana agreed, "I think we should make them cum on our Asics."
"Oh goody," Beth grinned, "I do love your Asics."
"I love yours too," Arayana replied, "they look brand new."
"They are," Beth agreed, "Lisa bought them for me and Nat."
"Yeah, except they are our second pair since yesterday," Natalie laughed.
"Don't tell me you," Sarah began, astonished, "you.."
"I couldn't help it," Lisa replied guiltily, "they were so pretty, and I had the scissors in my hand."
Oh my god," Aryana gasped, her hand sliding the pump in and out of her pussy again, "you cut up brand new Asics?"
"Yeah," Lisa said, grinning now, "and it felt soooo good!" She was rubbing her own pussy now and staring hungrily at Aryanas and Sarah's Asics.
Beth caught Lisa's stare, "careful," she laughed, "I think Lees has plans for your sneakers." She laughed.
Sarah and Aryana looked at where Lisa was staring and both of them shuddered involuntarily, Sarah joining in with her daughter, sliding the shoe in and out of her pussy.
"I think they like that idea," Beth laughed.
"So does Ben," Natalie eyed his cock which had grown substantially once more.
"So," Lisa grinned, "shall I get my scissors?"
Sarah though for a while, Aryana looking at her mother hopefully, "we shouldn't," she said eventually, "not with these. They are new," she paused, "but we brought my purple Kayanos with us." She had not even finished when Lisa ran off to find her scissors and knife. By the time she returned, Natalie, Ben and Bobby had brought their chairs over and were sitting, waiting expectantly.
Lisa dragged the suitcase over, opening it eagerly, "oh there are some lovely shoes and sneakers in here," she said, "you have great taste!" A moment later, "ah-ha!" She produced the one of the purple Kayano 20s with a flourish, along with one of Aryanas purple and pink Neburners. She sat behind the footstool, placing the two sneakers side by side in front of her, between Sarah's and Aryanas feet.
"Nobody said anything about Aryanas netball sneakers," Sarah laughed.
Lisa looked disappointed and Aryana pouted, "Awww mum!"
After a few moments, Sarah sighed, "oh ok then, you can cut up my daughters netburners too." Despite her words, she shuddered at the thought, the shoe continuing to slide in and out of her pussy.
"Yippee!" Aryana cried, "thanks mum!"
Before she could change her mind, Lisa lifted one of Aryanas purple laces and cut the end off. Everyone in the room had a collective intake of breath, none more so that Aryana. "These are very pretty Aryana," Lisa said, cutting another inch off of her purple laces, "so pretty, I should make it last," snip, another piece of lace fell away, and then another.
"Th-those were the first sneakers I wore in the tub," Aryana stuttered, shaking each time Lisa made a cut, "I wore my whole netball outfit."
"You must have looked gorgeous," Beth smiled. She was rubbing her pussy, "hmmm I like the idea of outfits. Maybe I should wear my cheer outfit in the bath?"
"That would be awesome," it was Bobby who had spoken.
"Then I'll do it for you babe," Beth grinned, "but for now, can I have one of your chucks Aryana?"
"Of c-course," she stammered as another inch of lace was removed, her attention focused entirely on her sneaker.
"That sounds like a great idea," Lisa said, reaching into the suitcase. She pulled out a small pale blue chuck for herself and handed a pink one to Beth. Neither of them wasted any time in licking the toecaps of their sneakers and thrusting them deep inside themselves. "Oh wow," Lisa gasped as the sneaker slid in, "I can get it in so far!" Only the last three inches of the chucks protruded from Beth and Lisa's pussys. "Oh, what about you Nat?"
"That's ok," Natalie said, her hand around Ben's shaft once more, "can I have one of your chucks please Ben?"
"S-sure," he said, kicking one of his sneakers off. Natalie bent down and picked it up. She rubbed the White rubber toecap against her pussy lips which were already good and wet, then pushed it inside herself, the toecap disappearing up to the second row of laces.
"Ok," Lisa grinned, "where was I? Oh yes," she snipped a purple lace right up to the sneaker. She turned it round and cut the last piece from that side too. She reached down and slid Aryanas chuck in and out a few times, "now I think I'll start on Sarah's beautiful purple Kayanos," she lifted one of the bright orange laces and looked Sarah in the eye. She cut the first inch off and saw her convulse through an orgasm, "you know," she said as she snipped another inch off, "a Kayano 20 was the first Asics I ever cut, wasn't it Beth?" Beth nodded in agreement, "it was one of Beth's pink Kayanos," she cut another inch of orange lace away, "it never gets old," she came on Aryanas chuck.
Sarah watched on as Lisa cut off inch after bright orange inch of her laces, cumming again and again on the dark red pump in her pussy. She had loved watching the laces being cut from her daughters netburner, but this was even better.
"I so love cutting up Asics," Lisa breathed as she lost herself in her work. She snipped and came, snipped and came, until the laces were cut back to the shoe on both sneakers. Now she turned back to the pretty netball sneaker, snipping each row of laces out one at a time, discarding them until there were none left. "No more laces Aryana," she sighed, then cut the loop on the tongue. Aryana wasn't expecting that and gushed over the pump in her pussy.
Aryana had cum so many times as she watched Lisa cut the laces out of hers and her mothers sneakers, and the moment she cut the loop off the tongue was amazing. She couldn't wait to see how cutting into her sneaker would feel.
Beth was enjoying Aryanas pink chuck in her pussy, along with the sight of two pretty sneakers being destroyed. She reached over and replaced the hand Sarah was using to slide the pump in and out of her pussy. She took over the motion and let Sarah do the same for her.
"I really like this floral pattern around the ankle and on the tongue," Lisa said, pulling the tongue forwards, "see it? No? Hmmm,". She placed the scissors around the middle of the tongue, squeezed firmly, the purple cloth and foam parting easily, the top of the tongue coming away in Lisa hand. Everyone, including Lisa came at that point. Only Ben and Bobby managed to hold off, although it was close for Ben.
"See?" Lisa said shakily, holding the piece of tongue out and laughing. She turned her attention now to the collar. She placed the scissors underneath the second lace hole and started to cut towards the heel, maintaining the curve.
"Oh god that's so good," Aryana whispered, pumping the shoe in and out of her pussy even harder now.
Lisa had by now cut around the heel section, finally cutting the collar off of the sneaker. Now she wanted the Asics logos off of the sides and cut them out. "Your poor sneaker Aryana," Lisa smiled as the last logo came away, "now for the toe!" She picked up the serrated knife, cutting down at the base of the tongue, detaching what was left of it as it continued down through the sides to the sole.
"We have a tradition we just started," Beth explained as the blade worked its way through the pink and white midsole, "the person whose sneaker it is gets the toe to fuck themselves with."
"Sounds like a great tradition," Sarah shuddered through another orgasm, "I am looking forward to trying it out!"
"There," Lisa said with a grin as the blade emerged from the black sole, "here you go Aryana," she handed her the toe of her once unblemished netburner.
"Thanks Lees," Aryana took the remains of her sneaker, pulled the pump out of her pussy with a slurp. The cum inside the shoe spilled out and pooled on the floor where she discarded it. She inserted her fingers into the toe of the netburner and ran it up and down her pussy lips, smearing her cum over it, lubricating it before pushing it inside. The purple mesh cloth instantly soaked up her juices as she slid it in and out.
"Your poor shoe baby," Sarah smiled, loving watching her daughter using the toe on herself, "that looks so good."
"Your turn," Lisa smiled, returning to the laces of her purple Kayano, snipping each row out individually, "I love cutting laces," she grinned, then snipped the lace loop off the tongue. She dipped her hand inside Sarah's Asics and brought out the purple insole and cut it straight up the middle, then placed the two halves on top of each other and cut those into half inch strips.
Sarah was loving watching the destruction of her sneaker and was glad she had put it off so long. It made it all the more delicious, plus having someone else do it for her was so much more fun. Especially as it was someone she had only just met. She shuddered through yet another orgasm as the last cut was made on her insole. Now it was just the sneaker left.
"Where should I make the first cut on your pretty Asics, Sarah?" Lisa teased, putting the scissors in various places, squeezing gently, "here," she would asked before moving them and asking again. Sarah was squirming a lot by now, the anticipation of the purple cloth of her Kayano being cut driving her wild.
"The great thing about the design of these sneakers is that there are so many cut-here lines," Lisa grinned, selecting one of the blue areas around the second lace hole from the top, "see, it's like they wanted me to cut these bits out," she cut into the purple vinyl around the blue section, cumming on Aryanas chuck as the blades cut through.
"Oh god," Sarah cried, cumming as the first cut was made into her sneaker.
Aryana bucked on the toe of her netburner, gushing around it and filling it.
Beth continued to slide the dark red pump in and out of Sarah's pussy, while she cummed repeatedly on Aryanas pink chuck being worked by Aryanas mother.
Natalie was in free flowing heaven, adoring the destruction of more sneakers. It could only be better if they were hers. She had soaked Ben's chuck in her pussy, the navy canvas now dark, almost black and slick with her juices. She looked over at Ben and saw he was close to cumming himself, so she clamped his chuck between her thighs and leaned over to give him his second-ever blow job. It took mere seconds of sucking and tongue excitation before he blew his load in her mouth, filling it with white, salty cum. She selected her already cummy sneaker, holding up in front of her for Ben to see and spat his cum into her new Kayano, where it lay pooled on the indigo colour insole and up the inside of the collar. She wiped her mouth on the side of her sneaker again, then, tipping it so the cum pooled in the toe area, she slipped her foot into it. "Ooh," she grinned, wiggling her toes, "that feels gooey!"
Lisa cut the lace hole away completely, cumming in the process, then moved onto the next one, cutting that free. She worked her way down the sneaker, cut, cut cut, removing each blue section, every girl in the room cumming on their respective shoes, sneakers and in Aryanas case, remains of her sneaker. When that part was done she started on the tongue, cutting one corner off, then the opposite corner, then she made little triangular cuts up and down each side. Finally she cut it off at the base.
Sarah was in her own world, repeating, "my poor shoe," over and over, cumming every time.
Lisa had left the top lace holes as they were a part of the collar. She started on that now, cutting around it to the back of the sneaker on each side. She needed the knife to finish that part off, discarding the detached collar and moving on to the next part, "see these shapes between the silver parts," she pointed, 'they must have wanted me to cut those out too," so she did, cutting each little piece away but leaving the toe section intact for their tradition. "Now the logos on the side." She folded them out and ran the scissors along the white part of the midsole, the cut upwards, following the heel cup. "Hmmm," she thought out loud, "I think I want that heel cut off now." She took the knife and lay it across the shoe where the heel cup joined the sole. She started sawing down, bits of white foam scattering across the footstool. Then orange pieces as the knife cut through that part of the sole. Finally blue rubber was cut, the heel coming away in Lisa's hand. "Oh that was good," she smiled, moving the knife forwards an inch and cutting through the sole again, "such pretty soles," she said as that section fell away. Finally she positioned the knife just behind the toe, sawing down through white and orange midsole, a red gel piece and finally blue rubber sole. When it came away she handed the toe to Beth who removed the pump from Sarah's pussy and slid it inside her in its place.
"Oh god," Sarah cried, "that's so good!" Her hips bucked twice, then with a final cry of "my poor shoe!" She gushed over the dismembered toe of her Purple Asics. Beside her, her daughter came too, the toe of her own destroyed sneaker thrust deep inside her.
Lisa say back with a satisfied smiled on her face. The pale blue converse in her pussy was sodden, the canvas and rubber slick with her juices, a steady drip from the heel pooling on the tiles beneath her. Beth, likewise, had saturated Aryanas pink chuck to the point where her cum dribbled from the white rubber sidewall.
Natalie was still cumming on Ben's chuck, her toes wiggling in the cum in her new Asics.
After a short while, Sarah found her composure, "oh god that was good," she said, still out of breath, "so, naughty but, wow."
"Yeah," Aryana breathed, "that was amazing!"
Lisa smiled, "yeah I love cutting sneakers," she told them, "and especially Asics. It gets me so wet, especially when it's really, really naughty."
"What is naughtier than what you just did?" Aryana asked, "my poor netburner!" She laughed.
Lisa laughed too, "nothing beats cutting new sneakers," she thought back to the previous day, sliding the chuck in and out of her pussy again. She looked at Sarah's Asics she was wearing, "I can show you if you want?" She stroked the blue sole of Sarah's new Kayano.
"Oh," Sarah shuddered, "that would be really bad," she shuddered, "no that would be too much."
"I could just cut a little piece of lace off," Lisa suggested, "just as a taster so you can see how good it can be, to be so, so bad."
"I don't know," Sarah said doubtfully, but she remembered Ben's words - the naughtier the better.
"Go on mum," Aryana urged, "it's just a little bit of lace."
"Ok," Sarah conceded, "just a little bit."
Lisa grinned, picking up the scissors again, flexing them experimentally for effect, then pulled the lace loose on Sarah's right Asics. "Such pretty laces," she placed the scissor around the end of one side, then squeezing she cut off an inch of raspberry lace.
The feeling in Sarah was electrifying, her whole body tensing as the orgasm wracked through her. "Oh god that was incredible!" She said, "do the other side!"
Lisa was only too happy to comply, picking up the lace on the other side. She snipped off an inch from that side too. Again, Sarah's hips bucked as she came on the detached toe of her purple Kayano.
"Oh wow," Sarah sighed, "you were so right Ben - naughtier is so much better," she moved her left foot closer to Lisa, "do this one please?"
"Of course," Lisa grinned, pulling the laces loose. She cut the end off of the laces on each side of her pretty blue Kayano, and each time the result was the same.
Sarah sat back panting, looking at her new Kayanos and the four, inch long lengths of detached raspberry laces. She couldn't believe that had felt so good, even after days of experimentation. "Wow," she said to herself, "this just keeps surprising me!" She looked at Lisa's smiling face, "do that again!"
Lisa did as she was bid, snipping another inch from the end of each lace, each time sending Sarah into raptures.
Aryana was pumping the toe of her destroyed netburner in and out of her pussy furiously, cumming every time a section of raspberry lace came away. She couldn't believe it felt so good. She looked at her own sneakers, wondering how hers would feel.
Lisa caught Aryanas look and was intensely aware of how excited she was watching her mothers laces being cut.
"Again?" Lisa asked, opening and closing the scissors.
"Oh yeah," Sarah sighed, then "oh no, wait, what am I saying?" She drew her feet up away from Lisa, "no I mustn't!" She glanced sideways, "do Aryanas," she grinned.
Aryana was ecstatic. She grinned and slid her bright pink and yellow, Asics clad, left foot closer to Lisa, then held her breath as she waited and watched.
"When you say to do Aryanas," Lisa began...
"Just the laces," Sarah laughed, "like mine." She looked at Lisa, "naughty," she added.
Lisa pouted, then turned to Aryana, "I need to get some of these," she said, pulling on the lace, undoing it, "I really like them," she position the scissors an inch from the tip of one bright yellow lace and snipped it off. Aryana responded like her mother, amazed at how awesome it felt to be so bad. She was still shuddering when Lisa cut a further inch off the same lace, starting her cumming all over again.
"God I love cutting laces," Lisa said again, lifting the lace on the other side of Aryanas sneaker and cutting the tip off.
Aryanas pussy was pulsing strongly now, her cum flowing freely as she had orgasm after orgasm. She had another when Lisa sliced the next inch of lace off. She moved her right foot closer to Lisa so she could work on that Kayano now.
Lisa gave the sneaker a stroke, the pulled the lace, loosening it. She cut the end off, cumming nearly as much as Aryana and her mother. She cut the next inch of bright yellow lace off, then switched to the other side of Aryanas sneaker, cutting the first two inches off in two cuts.
"I think my baby enjoyed that," Sarah smiled, still shaking from her own massive orgasms.
"I think you did too mum," Aryana smiled back.
"I could take another inch off," Lisa suggested, grinning, "then you can feel that again."
Sarah laughed, "Beth is right, you are bad, and I love it."
"So is that a yes?" Lisa asked hopefully.
"Sarah laughed again, "no that would be too naughty," she sighed.
"But they are just there," Lisa sighed, looking at Aryanas pretty pink sneakers perched just under her nose. Aryana gave them a little wiggle, "oh you tease!" Lisa laughed.
Aryana giggled, "pretty pink Asics," she wiggled them again, "and you are not allowed to cut them," she grinned.
Sarah looked at Aryana, seeing just how much she was enjoying herself. She loved watching it, and loved seeing her getting off with sneakers and shoes. There was no denying that cutting the laces on both of their new sneakers had been incredible, and she had never seen her cum so hard. She looked at the sixteen little pieces of laces on the footstool, eight raspberry and eight bright yellow, "cut them," she breathed, "cut my baby's laces."
Aryanas feet stilled immediately and she watched expectantly.
Lisa picked up the first lace and cut another inch off, again the girls in the room came. She moved to the next lace and removed another inch, then the next until each lace had been reduced another inch.
"Oh god that's so good," Sarah sighed, sliding her feet forwards to Lisa, "mine now."
Lisa cut another inch from each of Sarah's laces, and each time was as good as the first.
"My turn again?" Aryana asked, hopefully.
"Yeah," Sarah smiled, "your turn now".
Mother and daughter were now so turned on, Lisa thought she could be a little more adventurous, "so that's an inch off of each?" Lisa asked. When Sarah nodded, she slid the scissors closer to Ayanas bright pink sneaker, "how about four inches off of this one instead?" She squeezed the scissors shut and four inches of bright yellow lace lay on the foot stool.
"Oh god," mother and daughter cried in harmony, their hips bucking. "You are so bad Lees," Sarah whimpered.
"Who me," Lisa smiled sweetly, "I don't know what you mean!" She lifted the lace on the other side of Aryanas sneaker and cut another four inches off of it.
"Oh yes," Sarah frantically rubber her clitoris, "that's so good!" She pulled the sodden toe of her destroyed Kayano out and discarded it in a puddle of her cum, looking around nearby and finding a pair of blue patent pumps with a 5 inch heel. She handed one to Aryana and pushed the other roughly, deep into her pussy.
Aryana was almost delirious with pleasure. With the increased level of badness her pussy was gushing uncontrollably. She dropped the toe of her netburner on the floor in its own spreading pool of cum, following her mums example, she wasted no time in plunging the pretty blue pump heel deep into her pussy. She gushed over it immediately.
"Oh my lovely pumps!" Natalie was almost at the same level of excitement as Sarah and Aryana, and she loved the sight of her pumps being rammed in and out of their pussys. She looked down at Ben's chuck, by now completely saturated in her juices, the navy canvas dark and slick from heel to toe, the laces hanging limply and dripping cum onto the tiled floor below. There was even a little pool of cum in the heel section.
Lisa struggled to retain her composure as she cut another four inches of bright yellow lace from Aryanas other sneaker. Aryanas little pale blue chuck, wedged deep in her pussy, was soaked, the pool of cum beneath her now spread wide so her bare bottom was seated in a puddle of her own juices and her robe was wicking it up. Her red sequin chucks, tucked under her thighs, were soaked on one side from where they sat in the puddle. She cut another 4 inch length from the other side of Aryanas right sneaker. Aryana moved her feet away, make room for her mother who slid her right foot over to Lisa.
Lisa gave the light blue Kayano 21 a tender stroke, squeezing Sarah's foot through the cloth toe, causing her to shudder. She picked up the raspberry coloured lace, positioning the scissors four inches from the end and then looked at Sarah.
Sarah was staring at the scissors, waiting for that moment when the cut would happen, that moment of ecstasy that would send blissful shudders through her body. The feeling was incredible, so great it was temporarily causing her to overlook the fact that her and Aryanas sneakers were rapidly loosing their laces. She realised Lisa wasn't cutting, and she looked up to see her looking at her straight in the eyes, a smile on her delicate lips. She saw Lisa look down at the lace, following her eyes to the scissors. She saw Lisa slide the scissors up the lace until they touched the side of her Kayano and she cried out as they closed, snipping off the lace as it came out if the hole.
"Oh dear," Lisa sighed, "I think I might have cut too much off," she shuddered through an orgasm while Sarah and Aryana powered through their own.
"Oh good god that's good," Sarah cried, her cum spraying around the blue pump in her pussy.
Lisa picked up the lace on the other side of her sneaker and cut it flush to the shoe. Sarah slid her left foot over, eager for a repeat performance. She wasn't disappointed - Lisa cut both sides off, leaving Sarah quivering.
Lisa turned to Aryanas sneakers now, wasting no time cutting the bright yellow laces on Aryanas sneakers flush with the shoe, "want me to cut them out completely?" Lisa asked, running the scissors up and down intact laces on top of the tongue.
Aryana nodded, but Sarah spoke up, "n-no," she stammered, "we n-need t-to stop. I k-kinda like them as t-they are."
"Awww," Lisa pouted, "but you have not felt what it's like to cut into the sneaker itself!"
"Oh you are such a devil," Sarah laughed, "such a temptress!"
"I don't know if I should feel hurt by that," Lisa laughed.
"Oh don't," Sarah told her, "I've only just met you but already I love your wickedness!"
"Oh wicked am I," Lisa grinned, "a devil, you say?" She reached out and slid Sarah's feet in front of her.
Sarah didn't resist, "What are you doing," she asked.
"Being wicked," she grinned, snipping the first row of laces on her left sneaker.
"Oh my poor Asics," Sarah squirmed, but left her feet where they were.
Lisa moved down and snipped the next row on the same sneaker, then the next. Sarah's body was jolting with each cut. She reached the last row in the left sneaker and cut it cleanly, the tongue lolling free, then pulled out all of the pieces of raspberry lace before turning her attention to Sarah's right sneaker. She began cutting again, row after row until none remained. "All gone," she smiled, watching Sarah squirm. She looked between Sarah's legs at Natalie's blue heel and became mesmerised at the rhythmic pumping as the shoe was slid in and out of her pussy, slurping all the time. "I've been a bad girl," Lisa smiled, "I've cut all your laces out from your lovely new Asics," Sarah groaned, "but I could be even badder," she toyed with the tongue of Sarah's left Kayano, flopping it in and out of the shoe.
"Oh god, you can't," Sarah trembled, "not to my new sneakers."
"You are right," Lisa noted Sarah had not moved her feet, "that would be really, really naughty, wouldn't it?"
Sarah nodded her head, biting her bottom lip, "really naughty," she agreed.
"Thing is," Lisa said, pulling the tongue forwards, "I am such a very," she put the scissors around the tongue, just beneath the bright pink section, "very," she squeezed the handles of the scissors, the blades cutting a quarter of an inch through pale blue mesh and foam, "very," the blades were now half an inch through the tongue, "naughty girl," she squeezed tighter, the blades cutting through three quarters of an inch, an inch, then two, the top pink section finally coming away in her fingers. "Oops," she grinned, handing the bright pink section of the sneaker to Sarah.
"Oh my poor Asics," Sarah whimpered, clutching the pink section of her sneakers tongue tight in her hand, cumming again and again on the blue pump in her pussy. As she watched, Lisa cut another inch of tongue from her Kayano, "You are so naughty," she shuddered again.
Aryana was also in raptures watching her mothers new sneaker getting dismantled, her pussy spasming with the thought that hers might be next.
"Oh my," Natalie grinned, "you are up again Ben!" She wrapped her fingers round his cock and stroked gently up and down.
Ben was sure he was dreaming. He had watched this attractive woman destroy two sneakers and was well into her third, all of them his mothers and sisters, and the latest was his mums new Asics. Not only that, but her friend, the waitress from the coffee shop, was masturbating him after giving two incredible blow jobs, and she was sitting there with one of his new chucks deep in her pussy, so wet from her juices that it was dripping cum on the tiles. He must be dreaming, he decided. That or in heaven. Then snip, another inch of tongue came away from his mothers sneaker and he nearly came.
"Uh-oh," Natalie grinned, slipping her cummy Kayano off her foot, "in here please Ben! Can't let it go to waste!" She continued stroking, pointing his cock into her sneaker, waiting for the moment Lisa cut the last piece of tongue out of Sarah's shoe. Then it came, the sound of the scissor blades through cloth and foam and Natalie came on Ben's sneaker again. Ben came at the same time, his back arching, he thrust against Natalie's hand, pushing his cock deep into her Asics where his cock exploded with cum, thick, white and copious, it filled the toe box of her sneaker. "Yummy," she grinned after his shuddering subsided, slipping her foot into the gooey sneaker once more.
"Hmmm," Lisa said, "you are wearing socks in these. We can't be having that," she smiled sweetly, before sliding the scissors inside them and cutting them. "Now," she grinned, "back to your pretty Asics. This blue line I think." She slid on blade of the scissors in between Sarah's foot and the shoe, just under the top lace hole. She cut down the line that traced down diagonally to the heel. She swapped to the other side of the sneaker and cut down the same line. This stopped halfway up the heel cup so she turned the scissors and cut down the heel cup to the blue midsole.
Sarah was almost delirious in ecstasy, revelling in the sheer badness of destroying her sexy Asics, enjoying the feel of the scissors between her foot and shoe.
Lisa now cut along the top of the Asics logo, curving down to the blue midsole on both sides. Now the lace section above the logo fell open like wings, held on only near the toe. Lisa snipped them off, following the silver lines. Then she folded out the logo sections on the sides of the sneaker and cut them out. The once pristine Kayano 21 was now only held on by the toe and heel sections. "I need to take your poor Asics off now Sarah," she smiled, "so I can cut the heel cut off." She pulled the remains from Sarah's foot, then took the knife and started sawing through the clear blue heel cup where it joined to the blue midsole. It took only a short time before it came away in her hand, leaving just the sole intact with the toe still attached.
"Can I have that now," Sarah asked, "I want it inside me as it is," she pulled the saturated blue pump out of her pussy, strings of cum running from it, and held out her hand for what was left of her sneaker. She shoved the toe roughly into her pussy when Lisa handed it to her, sparing no ceremony, just eager to get it inside her. As soon as the pale blue cloth entered her, she gushed in a torrent, soaking it in her juices.
Beth had sat in amazed silence watching with wonder as Lisa destroyed another pair of brand new Asics. She had cum time and time again on Aryanas chuck, and had marvelled at her friends ability to work everyone up into such a frenzy that they couldn't help but want their footwear destroyed. Beside her, Sarah was continuing to shudder through multiple orgasms as the toe of her ruined shoe plunged in and out of her gushing pussy and Beth matched her stroke for stroke.
Lisa sat back and worked Aryanas chuck in and out of herself. The problem with destroying sneakers was she couldn't cum as often as she would like, her hands being kept busy with scissors, knives and disintegrating sneakers. That was also an advantage though, because she worked herself up to such a level of excitement that her orgasms, when they came, were huge, almost as if all the little ones she could have experienced were packed into a few, massive climaxes. She came now, her back arching, tendons standing out on her neck. Her legs unfolded, her feet stretching out, the rubber sidewalls of her sequinned chucks squeaking on the cum covered tiles. She lay back, her robe falling away, exposing her breasts and pussy, along with the soaked chuck lodged there, her breath coming in hitches, her eyes closed and a contented smile on her lips.
After a little while, her eyes opened and she looked around into the smiling faces around her. She looked at Sarah who was still sliding her destroyed sneaker in and out of her pussy, but she had slowed, and with a final convulsion, she came once more, then fell back on the sofa panting. "My god that was good," she said eventually, "but you really shouldn't have done that," she sighed, "I liked those."
Lisa smiled, kindly, "there's something you should probably know," she began, "see these all of these shoes and sneakers," she held her hands out, expansively, "most of them are mine."
Sarah looked around, clearly not getting the point.
"These are only a small part of my collection," Lisa went on, "I have a lot more than what you see here." She paused a moment, realising what she sounded like, "I'm not telling you that to impress you, or to brag," she explained, "I have a good reason."
"And that is?" Sarah was clearly puzzled.
"The reason is that I can afford to own all of these shoes," Sarah still wasn't getting it, "I won the lotto you see," she grinned, "so I can afford to buy all the shoes I could ever want. Or, to put it another way, I can afford to buy my friends, you, all the shoes you could ever want."
Finally Sarah understood, "oh, so you already knew you could replace my Asics."
"Of course," she smiled, "I would never destroy someone else's property unless I knew they would enjoy it, and I could replace it."
"I suppose you didn't say before because you don't want people begging you for money," Sarah asked.
"Well that, and the fact it made the naughtiness all the more delicious," Lisa grinned impishly.
"It certainly did that," Sarah smiled, "oh boy did it do that," she laughed and was soon joined by the rest of them.
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Sudsey
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Re: Sneaker Fiction (renamed from Converse Fiction)
There's a girl I see regularly on the bus. Wears green and orange Asics GT2000s like these: http://www.shoezoo.com/asics-women-s-gt ... -6425.html
She's really cute. Often stands at the bus stop with one foot on the other, or with one foot on its side, showing the bright orange sole.
Anyway, I saw her last night and something drastic has happened to the green laces on one sneaker - she's had to replace it with what's left and that means there's only about an inch and a half of laces at the top. Probably she snapped it somehow (not sure how because those laces are pretty tough), but I'd like to think she's a fan and has been trimming her laces down with a pair of scissors while here other sneaker is under her to catch her cum
She's really cute. Often stands at the bus stop with one foot on the other, or with one foot on its side, showing the bright orange sole.
Anyway, I saw her last night and something drastic has happened to the green laces on one sneaker - she's had to replace it with what's left and that means there's only about an inch and a half of laces at the top. Probably she snapped it somehow (not sure how because those laces are pretty tough), but I'd like to think she's a fan and has been trimming her laces down with a pair of scissors while here other sneaker is under her to catch her cum
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Sudsey
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Re: Sneaker Fiction (renamed from Converse Fiction)
The latest update is here. I hope you don't mind, but I felt that the subject matter deserved a slightly different writing style
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it!
Chapter 32
She felt like she was swimming, lost in the fathomless inky blackness of the mirror-like sheen, only a single thumb print marring the illusion, the only imperfection in the glossy surface. She breathed on it, buffing the thumb print out, restoring the leather to perfection. There, a flash of crimson, like rubies in set into obsidian, caused her heart to skip a beat.
She turned it, revealing more red, catching her breath like the opening of a flower on a cold spring morning. The red curved sensually in on itself, reminding her of the curve of a woman's leg, the arch like the meeting of her thighs, the warm, moist centre of her sexuality. She licked her finger and traced the curve, shuddering as she reached the apex, the metaphor crystallising in her mind and making her tremble with pleasure.
Turning it once more revealed the unspoilt tan interior, the hole, like a tunnel into heaven, open and inviting. Above it, on the other side of the polished, black archway, it rose up like a latte covered slope, clean, like an untrodden beach in the depths of winter, broken only by the legendary golden script. She slid her fingers through the hole, then removed them and ran them delicately up the tan-coloured interior, a caress, that of a lover, her fingertips tingling with the soft touch. They lingered on the script, halfway up, tracing the writing there with one outstretched finger, "Louboutin," she breathed, "Paris."
She had loved them from afar, a distant lover with no hope of meeting. She was all too aware of their exclusivity, a rarity brought on by value, the cost too much for someone of such humble means, and yet she held one now, a treasure in her hands as valuable as diamonds to her mind, and this chance opportunity would be grasped, gratefully, with both hands.
Though she was in a room full of people, she was alone, her surroundings a distant buzz, and yet she was also aware of those around her, the people of a like mind to hers, watching her with anticipation as she caressed her long sought desire. She normally would not dream of doing what she was about to. Up until a few days ago she would not even have thought that they would bring her such pleasure, but now she was in the company of people, some of whom she had only just met, and she lounged in front of them naked as the day she born. Naked that is, except for a single Asics sneaker, the partner to a sneaker lost in a time that felt like eons ago.
It had been Beth who had presented the prize. She had waited until they had all calmed down from the orgy of sneaker destruction, letting them all recover, regain their breath and composure, before announcing a surprise. Bobby had helped - he had been the one to retrieve them from Natalie's house earlier that day and had smuggled them into Lisa's apartment, unnoticed by anyone. Lisa and Natalie had both promised him retribution and reward for that, something he eagerly looked forward to, judging by the size of his erection.
Beth had waited until Lisa had gained that look she had come to know so well, a look that announced to the world that she was looking for mischief, her focus on Aryana's Asics. Before Lisa could make a move, Beth had stood and announced, "I have a surprise for everyone," before slinking out of the room, discarding her robe along the way. The occupants of the room watched her go, excited and intrigued, enjoying the sight of her lean, lightly tanned body, her firm bottom swaying atop long, elegant legs that ended in feet clad in brand New Kayano 22s. She'd returned moments later, holding something behind her back.
Natalie was seated between Beth's boyfriend and Ben, her robe wide open, showing her tight body, her firm, petite breasts with nipples erect, a soaked navy converse still visible beneath her brown fuzz. It was Ben's, of course, the boy was seated with his own erect cock standing to attention, one sneaker on his foot, the other bare.
Beth had walked slowly, seductively, her Asics silent on the floor, until she stood in front of Natalie. By now, most of the occupants had seen the red velvet bag in her hands, but did not know the importance, the significance grasped by Natalie the moment she had laid eyes upon it.
"Oh," Natalie had gasped, "my pretty Louboutins!" Her pussy had spasmed then. Everyone could see it, her abdominal muscles had convulsed, and the converse sneaker wedged in there had almost been pushed out.
That one word had a galvanising effect on the room. All eyes had turned to the little bag swinging gently in Beth's hand as she held it in front of her friend, keeping it just out of reach.
"You have Louboutins?" The voice had asked, and Sarah had been surprised to find that it had been her who had gasped the question.
"Nat does," Beth had answered, a smiled on her lips, then paused for a moment before continuing, "for a little while longer at least." The collective gasps around the room indicated that everyone had grasped the enormity of what she had said, "but first we will all enjoy these beautiful pumps. All of us."
Natalie had held her hand out at that point. She wanted to enjoy her pumps, but Beth withheld them, "not you Nat," she smiled, "not yet. You can have them back one last time after you watch us all have them first." Natalie had pouted at that, but she was sliding Ben's chuck in and out of her pussy and she was looking forward to watching everyone cum on her expensive pumps.
Beth had sat down next to Sarah then, pulling open the bag against its drawstring, then delved into it with everyone craning to see. She'd pulled the shoes out, laying the bag to one side, sitting the pumps on her lap, a shoe on each bare thigh. They were black patent peep toes with a 5 inch heel and a quarter inch platform and, of course, that gorgeous red sole. Vendome, Natalie had told them, was their name, a name that seemed to fit them like an exquisite bare foot.
It was around his point that Beth had handed one pump to Sarah and she had lost herself in the moment.
Sarah decided she wanted to experience everything the Louboutin had to offer, to indulge her every sense. Touch, smell, taste, she wanted it all. She brought the pump up to her face, held it under her nose, sniffing deeply. She smelt fine leather, and for a moment she was transported back to her fathers study, when she was a little girl, and to the high backed leather chair that he loved. She remembered sitting on the edge of that chair, her feet dangling as she swung them beneath her, the grandfather clock ticking away in the corner while sunlight swept in through the window, highlighting motes of dust that swirled in a perpetual ballet.
Sarah rose out of the memory, a smile on her face, and refocused on the beautiful pump before her. She turned it this way and that, enjoying the way the overhead light gleamed from its shiny surfaces, then decided she needed to taste the impeccable black patent leather. She brought the long, slender heel up to her lips, holding it vertically, she extended her tongue and licked it slowly, from the tip of the heel to top of the heel cup, her tongue gliding across the smooth patent and leaving a trail of saliva on the shiny black leather. She moaned with pleasure as she licked it again, the same as before, long and slow. Now she took the heel in her mouth, her tongue curling around it, she sucked on it, imagining it was a mans cock, sliding it in and out of her mouth as if giving it oral pleasure. She looked up in Bobbies direction, at his stiff, erect member, imagined what it would feel like to have him in her mouth.
Emerging from her fantasy, Sarah removed the heel from her mouth and, turning it around, she licked the shoe from heel cup to open toe, her tongue following the graceful curves of the inner arch. When she reached the toe she turned the pump around and licked it all the way back. She was determined that she would taste every inch of the beautiful shoe.
When the exterior of the Louboutin was done, she turned her attention to the tan interior. She started with the peep toe, poking her tongue through the hole, linking and slurping at the lining. Then she moved to the sides in the main opening, licking the tan leather, turning it darker with her saliva. With that done, she turned her attention to the insole. She buried her face in the pump, licking every part of the insole, paying particular attention to the gold script. Then she kissed the leather insole, leaving a scarlet imprint from her lipstick.
There was only one part of the Louboutin she had not tasted yet - the sole. That beautiful, bright red sole. She dearly hoped it would taste of raspberries or strawberries, but knew it wouldn't, admonished herself for even considering such a thing, sure she would feel disappointed with the taste now. Gingerly she licked it and was hit with a deep, electric buzz from with her. She suddenly felt silly. How could she possibly be disappointed with such a wonderful shoe?
While Sarah had worshipped the pretty heel, she had deliberately not made herself cum, had not even strayed there with her hand, but that electric buzz was growing. She wanted the experience to be perfect and had shown restraint, but now was the time, the time to take herself into ecstasy using the most expensive, most beautiful pump she had ever laid eyes on.
In the same manner that she'd wanted to take her time, lick every inch of the pretty shoe, she decided she needed to experience everything it had to offer sexually too. She decided to start with the heel, turned around and rubbed it across the tip of a nipple. She gasped in pleasure, and she brushed back and forth quicker, stopping herself just before she came. She moved to the other nipple now, exciting the hard nub of flesh, again and again until just before she was about to climax.
Sarah let herself calm down a little, but that feeling deep inside her did not go away. She turned the pump now so that she could use the heel on her clitoris. She started by sliding it up and down her opening, coating it in her juices, before directing it over the little pink, erect tissue. It was almost as if the slender, black heel was wired to the mains. The instant it touched her clitoris she was in heaven. She wiggled it back and forth, across that little finger of pleasure, bouncing it each time the black patent leather came into contact with. She brought herself almost to the point of orgasm, then stopped.
Sarah sat back, calmed her breath, both aware of her friends watching, but also alone in her absolute pleasure, then turned the Louboutin around. It was time, she had decided, to allow herself to cum, to bathe this beautiful shoe in her juices. She used the open toe first, sliding it up and down her opening in the same way as she did the heel, coating the shiny black leather with her juices. She had never taken in a platform pump, and even though this was a small platform, she decided she would need a lot of lubrication. She slid the toe higher so her clitoris rested where the toe would peep out, then wiggled the shoe, elevating her excitement her once more.
She looked down at the pump, there at her opening. She saw everything in a moment of clarity, the smears her saliva had left on the black leather, the glisten of cum on the very toe, and her lipstick on the insole. With a sigh of pleasure, she eased it inside her, pushing gently, getting it almost vamp deep. She eased it back a little, then pushed once more, this time the pump penetrating just a little past the vamp. She slid it back again, now rubbing her clitoris as she pushed it in further. It was close now, one more withdrawal, and one final thrust. She pushed and sighed with happiness as the heel touched her bottom. It was all the way inside her and it felt amazing. Now she needed to cum. She slowly drew it back out again before thrusting it back in, all the time rubbing her clitoris. Out, then in, out then in, all the time the excitement building, bigger than ever before, the denial of her own cumming expanding the pleasure to mind boggling proportions.
When she came, it was spectacular. The only portion of the pretty Louboutin that was visible was the heel cup and heel, the rest of the shoe buried deep inside her. At first her legs had started to shake, but she powered through it, pushing through the pain/orgasm barrier, the shakes translating into jolts as her hips bucked forwards off the sofa, her back arching, her mouth open in a silent scream. Every movement of her pelvis excited her further, the shoe moving within her writhing body delightfully. Finally she came, once, twice, three times, gushing heavily, her juices being forced through the peep toe under pressure and splashing out of the heel cup.
Sarah collapsed back onto the sofa, the movement of the shoe inside her setting off a series of aftershocks, causing her legs to shake as she came again. Finally she began to calm down, her heart rate dropping, her breathing becoming more shallow. She rested for a little while and then opened her eyes to see everyone staring at her, their mouths agape. She began to feel a little self conscious when Lisa began to clap. She was soon joined by Beth, Natalie, and then the rest. She blushed, and then performed a little bow which caused the Louboutin to shift inside her and jolt her through another orgasm.
"I think that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," Lisa said eventually. She paused for a moment, "do it again!"
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it!
Chapter 32
She felt like she was swimming, lost in the fathomless inky blackness of the mirror-like sheen, only a single thumb print marring the illusion, the only imperfection in the glossy surface. She breathed on it, buffing the thumb print out, restoring the leather to perfection. There, a flash of crimson, like rubies in set into obsidian, caused her heart to skip a beat.
She turned it, revealing more red, catching her breath like the opening of a flower on a cold spring morning. The red curved sensually in on itself, reminding her of the curve of a woman's leg, the arch like the meeting of her thighs, the warm, moist centre of her sexuality. She licked her finger and traced the curve, shuddering as she reached the apex, the metaphor crystallising in her mind and making her tremble with pleasure.
Turning it once more revealed the unspoilt tan interior, the hole, like a tunnel into heaven, open and inviting. Above it, on the other side of the polished, black archway, it rose up like a latte covered slope, clean, like an untrodden beach in the depths of winter, broken only by the legendary golden script. She slid her fingers through the hole, then removed them and ran them delicately up the tan-coloured interior, a caress, that of a lover, her fingertips tingling with the soft touch. They lingered on the script, halfway up, tracing the writing there with one outstretched finger, "Louboutin," she breathed, "Paris."
She had loved them from afar, a distant lover with no hope of meeting. She was all too aware of their exclusivity, a rarity brought on by value, the cost too much for someone of such humble means, and yet she held one now, a treasure in her hands as valuable as diamonds to her mind, and this chance opportunity would be grasped, gratefully, with both hands.
Though she was in a room full of people, she was alone, her surroundings a distant buzz, and yet she was also aware of those around her, the people of a like mind to hers, watching her with anticipation as she caressed her long sought desire. She normally would not dream of doing what she was about to. Up until a few days ago she would not even have thought that they would bring her such pleasure, but now she was in the company of people, some of whom she had only just met, and she lounged in front of them naked as the day she born. Naked that is, except for a single Asics sneaker, the partner to a sneaker lost in a time that felt like eons ago.
It had been Beth who had presented the prize. She had waited until they had all calmed down from the orgy of sneaker destruction, letting them all recover, regain their breath and composure, before announcing a surprise. Bobby had helped - he had been the one to retrieve them from Natalie's house earlier that day and had smuggled them into Lisa's apartment, unnoticed by anyone. Lisa and Natalie had both promised him retribution and reward for that, something he eagerly looked forward to, judging by the size of his erection.
Beth had waited until Lisa had gained that look she had come to know so well, a look that announced to the world that she was looking for mischief, her focus on Aryana's Asics. Before Lisa could make a move, Beth had stood and announced, "I have a surprise for everyone," before slinking out of the room, discarding her robe along the way. The occupants of the room watched her go, excited and intrigued, enjoying the sight of her lean, lightly tanned body, her firm bottom swaying atop long, elegant legs that ended in feet clad in brand New Kayano 22s. She'd returned moments later, holding something behind her back.
Natalie was seated between Beth's boyfriend and Ben, her robe wide open, showing her tight body, her firm, petite breasts with nipples erect, a soaked navy converse still visible beneath her brown fuzz. It was Ben's, of course, the boy was seated with his own erect cock standing to attention, one sneaker on his foot, the other bare.
Beth had walked slowly, seductively, her Asics silent on the floor, until she stood in front of Natalie. By now, most of the occupants had seen the red velvet bag in her hands, but did not know the importance, the significance grasped by Natalie the moment she had laid eyes upon it.
"Oh," Natalie had gasped, "my pretty Louboutins!" Her pussy had spasmed then. Everyone could see it, her abdominal muscles had convulsed, and the converse sneaker wedged in there had almost been pushed out.
That one word had a galvanising effect on the room. All eyes had turned to the little bag swinging gently in Beth's hand as she held it in front of her friend, keeping it just out of reach.
"You have Louboutins?" The voice had asked, and Sarah had been surprised to find that it had been her who had gasped the question.
"Nat does," Beth had answered, a smiled on her lips, then paused for a moment before continuing, "for a little while longer at least." The collective gasps around the room indicated that everyone had grasped the enormity of what she had said, "but first we will all enjoy these beautiful pumps. All of us."
Natalie had held her hand out at that point. She wanted to enjoy her pumps, but Beth withheld them, "not you Nat," she smiled, "not yet. You can have them back one last time after you watch us all have them first." Natalie had pouted at that, but she was sliding Ben's chuck in and out of her pussy and she was looking forward to watching everyone cum on her expensive pumps.
Beth had sat down next to Sarah then, pulling open the bag against its drawstring, then delved into it with everyone craning to see. She'd pulled the shoes out, laying the bag to one side, sitting the pumps on her lap, a shoe on each bare thigh. They were black patent peep toes with a 5 inch heel and a quarter inch platform and, of course, that gorgeous red sole. Vendome, Natalie had told them, was their name, a name that seemed to fit them like an exquisite bare foot.
It was around his point that Beth had handed one pump to Sarah and she had lost herself in the moment.
Sarah decided she wanted to experience everything the Louboutin had to offer, to indulge her every sense. Touch, smell, taste, she wanted it all. She brought the pump up to her face, held it under her nose, sniffing deeply. She smelt fine leather, and for a moment she was transported back to her fathers study, when she was a little girl, and to the high backed leather chair that he loved. She remembered sitting on the edge of that chair, her feet dangling as she swung them beneath her, the grandfather clock ticking away in the corner while sunlight swept in through the window, highlighting motes of dust that swirled in a perpetual ballet.
Sarah rose out of the memory, a smile on her face, and refocused on the beautiful pump before her. She turned it this way and that, enjoying the way the overhead light gleamed from its shiny surfaces, then decided she needed to taste the impeccable black patent leather. She brought the long, slender heel up to her lips, holding it vertically, she extended her tongue and licked it slowly, from the tip of the heel to top of the heel cup, her tongue gliding across the smooth patent and leaving a trail of saliva on the shiny black leather. She moaned with pleasure as she licked it again, the same as before, long and slow. Now she took the heel in her mouth, her tongue curling around it, she sucked on it, imagining it was a mans cock, sliding it in and out of her mouth as if giving it oral pleasure. She looked up in Bobbies direction, at his stiff, erect member, imagined what it would feel like to have him in her mouth.
Emerging from her fantasy, Sarah removed the heel from her mouth and, turning it around, she licked the shoe from heel cup to open toe, her tongue following the graceful curves of the inner arch. When she reached the toe she turned the pump around and licked it all the way back. She was determined that she would taste every inch of the beautiful shoe.
When the exterior of the Louboutin was done, she turned her attention to the tan interior. She started with the peep toe, poking her tongue through the hole, linking and slurping at the lining. Then she moved to the sides in the main opening, licking the tan leather, turning it darker with her saliva. With that done, she turned her attention to the insole. She buried her face in the pump, licking every part of the insole, paying particular attention to the gold script. Then she kissed the leather insole, leaving a scarlet imprint from her lipstick.
There was only one part of the Louboutin she had not tasted yet - the sole. That beautiful, bright red sole. She dearly hoped it would taste of raspberries or strawberries, but knew it wouldn't, admonished herself for even considering such a thing, sure she would feel disappointed with the taste now. Gingerly she licked it and was hit with a deep, electric buzz from with her. She suddenly felt silly. How could she possibly be disappointed with such a wonderful shoe?
While Sarah had worshipped the pretty heel, she had deliberately not made herself cum, had not even strayed there with her hand, but that electric buzz was growing. She wanted the experience to be perfect and had shown restraint, but now was the time, the time to take herself into ecstasy using the most expensive, most beautiful pump she had ever laid eyes on.
In the same manner that she'd wanted to take her time, lick every inch of the pretty shoe, she decided she needed to experience everything it had to offer sexually too. She decided to start with the heel, turned around and rubbed it across the tip of a nipple. She gasped in pleasure, and she brushed back and forth quicker, stopping herself just before she came. She moved to the other nipple now, exciting the hard nub of flesh, again and again until just before she was about to climax.
Sarah let herself calm down a little, but that feeling deep inside her did not go away. She turned the pump now so that she could use the heel on her clitoris. She started by sliding it up and down her opening, coating it in her juices, before directing it over the little pink, erect tissue. It was almost as if the slender, black heel was wired to the mains. The instant it touched her clitoris she was in heaven. She wiggled it back and forth, across that little finger of pleasure, bouncing it each time the black patent leather came into contact with. She brought herself almost to the point of orgasm, then stopped.
Sarah sat back, calmed her breath, both aware of her friends watching, but also alone in her absolute pleasure, then turned the Louboutin around. It was time, she had decided, to allow herself to cum, to bathe this beautiful shoe in her juices. She used the open toe first, sliding it up and down her opening in the same way as she did the heel, coating the shiny black leather with her juices. She had never taken in a platform pump, and even though this was a small platform, she decided she would need a lot of lubrication. She slid the toe higher so her clitoris rested where the toe would peep out, then wiggled the shoe, elevating her excitement her once more.
She looked down at the pump, there at her opening. She saw everything in a moment of clarity, the smears her saliva had left on the black leather, the glisten of cum on the very toe, and her lipstick on the insole. With a sigh of pleasure, she eased it inside her, pushing gently, getting it almost vamp deep. She eased it back a little, then pushed once more, this time the pump penetrating just a little past the vamp. She slid it back again, now rubbing her clitoris as she pushed it in further. It was close now, one more withdrawal, and one final thrust. She pushed and sighed with happiness as the heel touched her bottom. It was all the way inside her and it felt amazing. Now she needed to cum. She slowly drew it back out again before thrusting it back in, all the time rubbing her clitoris. Out, then in, out then in, all the time the excitement building, bigger than ever before, the denial of her own cumming expanding the pleasure to mind boggling proportions.
When she came, it was spectacular. The only portion of the pretty Louboutin that was visible was the heel cup and heel, the rest of the shoe buried deep inside her. At first her legs had started to shake, but she powered through it, pushing through the pain/orgasm barrier, the shakes translating into jolts as her hips bucked forwards off the sofa, her back arching, her mouth open in a silent scream. Every movement of her pelvis excited her further, the shoe moving within her writhing body delightfully. Finally she came, once, twice, three times, gushing heavily, her juices being forced through the peep toe under pressure and splashing out of the heel cup.
Sarah collapsed back onto the sofa, the movement of the shoe inside her setting off a series of aftershocks, causing her legs to shake as she came again. Finally she began to calm down, her heart rate dropping, her breathing becoming more shallow. She rested for a little while and then opened her eyes to see everyone staring at her, their mouths agape. She began to feel a little self conscious when Lisa began to clap. She was soon joined by Beth, Natalie, and then the rest. She blushed, and then performed a little bow which caused the Louboutin to shift inside her and jolt her through another orgasm.
"I think that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," Lisa said eventually. She paused for a moment, "do it again!"
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mattblake94
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Re: Sneaker Fiction (renamed from Converse Fiction)
OMG. Well, that was intense. Loved the last chapter BTW, haven't really had time to comment over the last few weeks lol.
Wow.
Amazing. I love the writing style and the attention to detail. Plus, it's funny to say but it's the first time I've read a story word for word, like normally I kinda skim and just read a sentence as a whole, as opposed to words if you know what I mean and hang on to buzz words and re-read if necessary but I rarely ever properly read it word for word, ignoring distractions, but I had to today.
That was beautiful. God, I can't wait for the rest of it.
Wow.
Amazing. I love the writing style and the attention to detail. Plus, it's funny to say but it's the first time I've read a story word for word, like normally I kinda skim and just read a sentence as a whole, as opposed to words if you know what I mean and hang on to buzz words and re-read if necessary but I rarely ever properly read it word for word, ignoring distractions, but I had to today.
That was beautiful. God, I can't wait for the rest of it.
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Shoewriter
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Re: Sneaker Fiction (renamed from Converse Fiction)
Nice. Can't wait for the loubi's to get destroyed!
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Sudsey
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Re: Sneaker Fiction (renamed from Converse Fiction)
Thanks guys!
I am not sure how sustainable it would be to continue writing in that style. It took a bit more effort than usual. Also, it didn't turn me on as much, probably because I was concentrating more on the writing than the story itself.
I am not sure how sustainable it would be to continue writing in that style. It took a bit more effort than usual. Also, it didn't turn me on as much, probably because I was concentrating more on the writing than the story itself.
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mattblake94
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Re: Sneaker Fiction (renamed from Converse Fiction)
Ok, Suds. I know I ask a lot of things, but this I think is probably going to be shared by everyone who reads your stories.
I think you should post the Loub's story in bulk. I know you normally post in bits and pieces, every week or so, but.... I think the Loub's are so perfect and expensive and so rare that they deserve to be told in one go.
Like, what I mean, is that I'm crying out to see each one of them enjoy the pumps but I don't think I could cope with having to wait each week to get a snippet. I'd personally rather see them all enjoy it in one chapter, kinda like a movie, instead of posting each character's experience in each film a week apart, put all the clips together so we can enjoy it seamlessly.
Coz I desperately need to see what happens next and normally a pair of shoes kinda only last a chapter so everything that happens to it happens in one chapter and then normally I can build up as the story builds up and then cum at the end as the shoes end, but as beautiful as this chapter was, the actual action of using the shoe was really short, so it kinda felt cut off at the end and I think, even if you want to take your time and wait a few weeks, I'd rather, personally see it in one go, than a tease each week. If you get my meaning.
Just my personal opinion.
I think you should post the Loub's story in bulk. I know you normally post in bits and pieces, every week or so, but.... I think the Loub's are so perfect and expensive and so rare that they deserve to be told in one go.
Like, what I mean, is that I'm crying out to see each one of them enjoy the pumps but I don't think I could cope with having to wait each week to get a snippet. I'd personally rather see them all enjoy it in one chapter, kinda like a movie, instead of posting each character's experience in each film a week apart, put all the clips together so we can enjoy it seamlessly.
Coz I desperately need to see what happens next and normally a pair of shoes kinda only last a chapter so everything that happens to it happens in one chapter and then normally I can build up as the story builds up and then cum at the end as the shoes end, but as beautiful as this chapter was, the actual action of using the shoe was really short, so it kinda felt cut off at the end and I think, even if you want to take your time and wait a few weeks, I'd rather, personally see it in one go, than a tease each week. If you get my meaning.
Just my personal opinion.
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Sudsey
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Re: Sneaker Fiction (renamed from Converse Fiction)
Yeah I have not decided how this will progress yet. Certainly won't be one person per chapter though. That would take way too long.
We will see - it will come to me when it's ready
We will see - it will come to me when it's ready
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