Shoesession

Finally, after many months, a couple more chapters! Once again, credit to forum member Sudsie, who wrote the original story. I’ve just rewritten details to make it more suited to my taste. I hope you all enjoy these next couple of chapters.

Chapter 18

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 high heel shoe, the partner to a shoe 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 shoe 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 high heel. 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 Miu Miu pumps. 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 heel on his foot, the other bare.

Beth had walked slowly, seductively, her Miu Miu pumps gently clicking 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 sling back 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!"

Chapter 19

Aryana lay back in the tub and caressed the soft leather toe of her soaking wet pump with her tongue, her teeth squeaking against the shiny patent leather toe as she bit and sucked on it. It was an Aldo slingback with a long, slender pointed toe. The dark navy blue leather sides of the shoe looked black due to the soaking it had received, but the patent navy toe cap glistened.
It’s partner was between her legs and rubbing her clitoris slowly but firmly, the water sloshing around inside it making her feel incredible. She wiggled her toes in her submerged sandals, the water soaked satin and leather caressing her feet as another orgasm ran through her. She could tell the satin covered leather straps of her Nine West high heeled sandals were stretching and coming apart from the sole due to the soaking water and the wiggling of her toes. She knew this would be one of the last times she could wear these shoes before they were completely destroyed, and that though brought her utter delight.

It had been two months since her world opened in front of her, just two months since that night at their new friends, that night of seduction, saturation and destruction, and since then she and her family had settled into their dream of shoe induced orgasms.

She closed her eyes enjoying the warm watery embrace, her sexy high heels on her feet, in her mouth and in her pussy, keeping her in a state of ecstasy. She moaned in pleasure as her tongue caressed the soft leather and then bit on the patent toe again.

At the door of the bathroom stood Stacey, Aryana’s best friend, her mouth open in shock. She had come around the back of the house and, finding the back door open, she had walked upstairs thinking to surprise her friend, her pale pink ballet flats almost silent on the carpeted staircase. On reaching the open door she was about to say hello when her voice caught in her throat. Her best friend lay in the tub with a soaking wet slingback in her mouth and another rubbing her pussy. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She knew she should be disgusted and embarrassed. This was her best friend and she was a perv! But god how she made love to those shoes was erotic. Despite herself she felt her hand go between her legs and push against her jeans skirt.

Aryana opened her eyes and lifted her foot out of the water, enjoying how the water poured from her black satin shoes. She turned, hearing a gasp, thinking that her mother had returned earlier than expected, then saw Stacy standing and watching in her pale yellow top, jeans skirt and pale pink Flats. She screamed in surprise, dropping her Wietzmans in the tub by reflex and holding her arm across her breasts. “Stacey!,” She stammered, “w-what, y-you...”

“W-what were you doing?” Stacey stammered back, “Your shoes, in the tub, you...”

Aryana noticed Stacey’s hand was still between her legs, and her eyes darted to her friends flats and back. She wondered what to say, what she could say, and wondered if her friendship was over. But that hand. She decided the truth was not only the best policy - it was the only policy. “I, er,” she began, “I have a huge shoe fetish,” she glanced at Stacey’s cute leather flats involuntarily.

“I kind of guessed,” Stacey replied, “I saw, I watched,” she trailed off, her hand still not moving.

“You enjoyed watching?” Aryana couldn’t believe she asked the question, but she couldn’t help seeing her friends hand.

“I, er,” Stacey looked down, “what you were doing looked so erotic,” she admitted, “I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

“Or stop watching?” Aryana’s confidence had grown over the last couple of months, but she still could not believe she was having this conversation with her friend.

Stacey shook her head, “I couldn’t,” she replied, suddenly realising where here hand was. She moved it away.

“It’s ok,” Aryana told her, her eyes darting to her friends shoes again, “I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself either.” She paused, “why don’t you go sit in the living room. We can talk this out.”

Stacey thought for a moment, “o-ok,” she agreed and walked through to the living room. She sat on the sofa, her hands folded in her lap. She looked around, suddenly realising just how many shoes there were scattered around, mostly very high heels, some with partners, some without. She thought back to what she had just witnessed and wondered at what her best friend got up to in here and found herself rubbing herself again.

Aryana climbed out of the tub, her sandals squelching and squirting water out onto the tiled floor. As she dried herself off she wondered how this conversation was going to go. Her friend had seemed shocked, but also turned on. She looked down wondering if she should remove her sodden stilettos, but then thought about Stacy’s hand. No, she decided, this might be fun.

Meanwhile, Stacy looked at a pair of her friend’s mum’s pumps discarded next to the footstool. Black patent with a 5 inch heel, they were sexy as hell, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Aryana played with them or not. She glanced to the door and, seeing no one there, she rubbed herself hard through her skirt.

Aryana appeared at the door in a white robe, her bubbling and squelching high heels announcing her presence, Stacy’s hand dropping by her side quickly, but not quick enough for Aryana to have missed it. She smiled to herself and then sat down on the footstool near her friend. “I am sorry you walked in on me like that,” she said, “How long had you been watching?” Aryanas eyes darted towards her friends sexy pink flats.

“Not long,” Stacey said quietly, thinking about her friend in the tub, “it looked like you were really enjoying yourself.”

“I was,” Aryana agreed, “shoes get me so hot, especially when I am bad with them.”

“You mean by getting them wet?” Stacey asked.

“Wet, messy, destruction,” Aryana agreed, “those are my favourites.”

“Doesn’t your mum notice?” Stacey wondered out loud, “mine would be so mad at me.”

Aryana laughed, “mum is worse than I am! She would have been getting in with me.”

Stacey looked shocked, “your mum does this with you?”

“Yeah,” Aryana smiled, “my brother too. We set each other off. I thought it might have been mum or Ben coming in to have some fun.”

Stacey didn’t know how she felt about this, but her pussy throbbed appreciatively. Her eyes looked down at her friends soaked high heels.

Aryana noticed her gaze and looked at her flats again.

“Is it only high heels?” Stacey asked after a while, “or do all shoes do it for you?”

“It’s mostly high heels,” Aryana told her, “and the more expensive, the better! Don’t ask me why. But then there are others shoes that turn me on. Leather ballet flats do it for me too! And these,” she pointed to her satin sandals, “they feel great, you know,” she pointed at her pussy, “here, and so do...” At that Stacey’s hand went between her legs again, “ yours,” she pointed at Stacey’s pink leather flats , “those get me so hot,” she bit her lip.

Stacey looked at her pink Coach flats, “these turn you on that much?”

Aryana nodded, slipping her fingers beneath her robe and playing with her clitoris. “They are so hot.”

Stacy’s mouth was agape in surprise, but her own hand started rubbing herself through her underwear. She suddenly realised what she was doing and stopped, but the motion of the Aryana's hand so erotic and hypnotic that she couldn’t help herself. Before she knew it she had made herself cum in her underwear.

“Shame,” Aryana smiled as she rode through her own orgasm, “your cum would have looked so much better on your shoes.”

Stacey blushed, “is that what you would do with them?” She asked, stretching her feet out in front of her, “you’d cum on them?”

“If you let me,” Aryana agreed, daydreaming about the ways she would be bad with those pretty, light pink leather flats, “that and other things.”

“Like get them wet?” Stacey asked, “like yours?”

“Oh yeah that would be so good,” Aryana agreed.

“But wouldn’t that ruin them?” Stacey asked.

“Maybe,” Aryana nodded, “but that’s what makes it feel so good. Not knowing if they would survive,” she shuddered at the thought, “but some shoes are really tough. These have been wet and messy so many times,” she pointed at her own pumps.

“What do you mean messy?” Stacy asked, intrigued.

“Food mostly,” Aryana replied, “we cover them, fill them, eat out of them.”

“Wait you eat out of shoes?’ Stacey asked, amazed.

“Sure,” Aryana nodded, “we have shoe meals all the time!” She looked at her friends Flats, “I would love to eat chocolate mousse out of those, or ice cream with chocolate sauce,” she stared longingly at them.

“Hmm I don’t think I could do that,” Stacey said, looking down at her pretty shoes, but damn if she wasn’t excited by it.

“We could work up to that if you want,” Aryana suggested, talking her friend past the sale.

“Wait, what?” Stacey wasn’t sure what had just happened.

“We can do other things with your shoes before we eat out of them,” Aryana grinned.

Stacey realised her friend was teasing her and blushed. “You had your pump in your mouth,” she said after a little while, “that looked really hot.”

“Yeah, I love to lick, kiss and bite them,” Aryana agreed. She looked at her friends soft leather flats, “I bet they taste good,” she licked her lips.

“You want to lick them?” She looked down at her feet.

Aryana nodded, “could I?” She stared at Stacey’s shoes, longing for them.

“Er, I don’t know,” it felt a little strange, to consider her best friend wanted to lick her shoes, but she also remembered how it looked when she licked and sucked on her own.

Before Stacy could answer, Aryana slipped down off the footstool to her friends feet, sat cross-legged, her robe falling open and exposing her completely. She reached down, lifting Stacy’s foot to her mouth, inhaled deeply, then licked the smooth leather sole, “hmmm, all leather! These must have been expensive! They are so hot,” she murmured, her tongue darting out and licking the smooth leather sole, “oh yeah, this tastes so good.”

Stacy watched on as her friend made love to her shoe. She didn’t think she had seen anything so erotic, and she began to rub herself again through her panties. No, that wasn’t good enough, she slipped her hand inside her underwear and plunged her fingers inside herself.

Aryana licked the side of the ballet flat from the tip of the almond shaped toe to the heel cup, then back to the toe. She bit it playfully, “oh I want these so much.” She slipped a wet high heel off her foot and rubbed the toe against her pussy, hard, fast.

Stacey brought herself to a climax, shaking herself free in the process, “oh god that was good,” she sighed, then blushed.

“Oh yeah it was,” Aryana agreed, panting. She glanced at Stacy’s hand which was still in her sodden underwear, “why don’t you get out of those?”

“Hmmm,” Stacey said, “I don’t know.”

“You can try one of these if you want,” Aryana slipped off her other heel. “they feel great!”

“I guess I could,” Stacy agreed, looking on as Aryana held out her shoe. She stood, pushed her skirt and underwear down and stepped out of them. She knew she should feel self conscious but she had seen and done too much already. She sat back down, then took the proffered shoe. “Like this?” She asked, rubbing the cold wet leather against her pussy.

“A little harder,” Aryana suggested, “don’t be afraid of ruining my shoe,” she grinned. She started rubbing herself with the partner to the one Stacy was using again, then leant forward and started licking Stacy’s Coach flat again, “oh yeah I love these,” she sighed.

Stacy couldn’t believe what she was doing. She was fucking herself with her friends soaking wet shoe, while her friend licked, suck and bit on her own ballet flat, and what’s more, she was loving every second of it. “I can’t believe how good this feels,” she sighed, rubbing harder, loving the feel of the smooth leather on her clitoris, each stroke sending a jolt through her, loving her friends shoe worship. She looked down as Aryana started licking the other Coach fat. She came hard as Aryana switched to her other foot. “Oh god that feels so good,” she sighed.

“Oh yeah,” Aryana agreed. She gripped Stacy’s shoe, then pulled it off and sat back, licking and sucking it while rubbing her clit with her shoe, “so good,” she turned the shoe and licked the soft leather insole, “so yummy.”

Stacy watched on enraptured with the sight of her friend fucking herself with her shoe while licking Stacy’s leather flat. As she watched, Aryana buried her face in her shoe and she could hear her licking the insole and lining. She could not help herself, she came once, twice on her friends high heel, “oh god,” she screamed, her legs shaking. When she opened her eyes, Aryana was rubbing the toe of her flat across her nipple, biting her lip and and watching her. As she watched, Aryana rotated the pink leather shoe until it’s toe hung downwards, then lowered it towards her waiting pussy.

Stacey’s mouth hung agape as she realised what her friend was about to do. She should stop her, she knew, but she wanted to see her friend fucking herself with her shoe, wanted to see it soaked in her cum.
Aryana lowered the shoe until the leather toe touched her pubic mound. She held it there, watching her friend, wondering what she would do. Would she tell her to stop?

Stacy watched as her shoe edged towards Aryana’s perfect pussy, watching as the leather sole touched her wet, pink opening, wanting her to plunge it deep inside her, to see the pink leather darken as it sucked up her pussy juices. “No you can’t,” she sighed, “my mum would kill me if I got them wet, or stained,” she sighed, disappointed.

Damn, Aryana thought, she was so close. “Never mind,” she said, smiling and setting the flat down. She sat back and looked her friend, “bet you didn’t think you would be fucking yourself with my shoe when you came round today,” she laughed.

Stacy joined in the laughter, “no, but it felt amazing.”

“So you want to do it again?” Aryana asked.

“Can I?” her friend asked, hopefully.

“Of course,” Aryana grinned, “how about every night after school?”

“That would be amazing,” grinned Stacy.

“What would be amazing?”

The voice startled Stacy who dropped Aryana’s shoe and started to grab for her clothes. Before she could reach them, Aryana threw them across the room with a giggle.

“Ooh what’s going on here?” Sarah had appeared at the doorway and seen enough to realise what was happening. She looked elegant in her short black skirt, cream blouse and matching patent pumps with 5 inch heels.

“Oh hi mum,” Aryana greeted Sarah, “Stacy and I were having a little fun,” she grinned and then explained what had happened.

“Ah I see,” Sarah nodded when Stacy explained why she had not allowed Aryana to fuck herself with her pretty pink Coach flats, “shame, they are gorgeous. I would love to get them in my own pussy,” Sarah looked at them longingly. “Hmm,” she pondered, “why don’t you come over on Friday night for a sleepover? You can bring your shoes, we can be bad with them in lots of ways, wash them and dry them for when you go home.”

“Oh can we mum?” Aryana asked excitedly, “I’d really like to eat out of one of these,” she picked up Stacy’s shoe.

“If it’s ok with Stacy,” Sarah looked at Aryana’s friend, “but I warn you, I will want to use one of them myself.” She smiled.

“Sounds amazing,” Stacy agreed, “I don’t think my mum will mind if I sleep over.”

“Good,” Sarah smiled, “now, I think I will leave you girls to your fun,” she walked over to Aryana and slipped out of her heels, “you girls have fun with my shoes,” she gave them a wink then headed to the door.

“Thanks mum,” Aryana said, picking one up and wasting no time in sucking on the toe.

“My pleasure,” Sarah smiled, “Oh, are your heels still in the tub? I think I will have a bath of my own,” she disappeared upstairs.

“Mmm,” Aryana murmured, “these are so yummy, want to try one?” She held her mums other shoe up to Stacy while she licked the cream patent leather heel.

“Sure,” Stacy took the shoe from Aryana, unsure what to do. She decided to copy her friend and gingerly licked the patent leather. Her pussy throbbed appreciatively, but she wasn’t sure if it was the shoe or the way that her friend was devouring the shoes partner. Either way, she licked with more vigour and was rewarded with more and more throbbing, “oh, that feels nice,” she sighed, picking up the other shoe she had been using and rubbing herself with it.

“Yeah so good,” Aryana agreed, burying her face in the shoe and licking the insole and lining, her fingers playing with her clitoris, “but try this,” she turned the pump around and pushed to toe of her mums shoe into her pussy, sliding it in and out with a lovely wet sound until it was all the way in with the heel touching her bottom. “This feels so good,” she sighed, laying back on the floor, her shoe now rubbing her clitoris while she slid her mums shoe in and out. She looked to her side and saw Stacy’s Pump, and she grabbed it, sliding it close so that she could lick it while she fucked herself.

“Oh god that’s so hot,” Stacy gasped as she watched her friend. She copied Aryana, plunging the pump deep inside herself, loving how full she felt, then continued rubbing her clitoris with Aryanas shoe, “Oh that feels so good!” As she watched, Aryana came on her mother’s pump, a spray of clear liquid soaked it, filling it and dripping off the toe of her shoe. This caused Stacy to cum explosively too, spraying from the shoe in her pussy, a few droplets landing on the light pink leather, “oh god that’s so sexy,” she sighed, “I cannot wait until Saturday to soak these in cum!”

“Me neither,” Aryana panted, getting to her knees. She slid her mother’s shoe out of her pussy with a slurp, glanced at Stacy, and then tipped the cum out of it into Stacy’s ballet flat with a shudder. She tipped the shoe back and forth, sighing with enjoyment as the cum soaked into the lining, “Hmm, god I want to cum on these,” then grinned as her friend came again, filling her mums shoe to the top, “now lets fill the other one,” she reached forward and pulled her friends pink leather shoe off her foot and held it up in front of her.

Stacy was shocked at Aryana pouring cum in her precious Coach flats, but it seemed ok and wouldn’t show on the outside. She slid the cream pump out of her pussy, careful to keep her cum inside, then, while rubbing her clit with the toe of Aryana’s heel, poured it into her pink shoe. “Oh god,” she sighed cumming stronger than before, her convulsing pussy forcefully spraying cum onto her once pristine shoe, soaking the side a dark pink. “Oh no,” she groaned, staring at the wet leather, now more of a red than pink, rubbing her clitoris with the toe of her friend’s shoe. Unable to prevent it, she came again, squirting more cum onto her pretty shoe, coating the entire side.

“Oh my god Stacy,” Aryana gasped, “look what you did to your shoe!”

“I know,” Stacy moaned, still rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, “I’ve been so bad,” she reached out, grabbing her Shoe from Aryana and shoving it under her dripping pussy, “so very bad,” she rubbed her clitoris hard, her juices to spraying constantly, soaking her shoe in milky white fluids, the leather now glistening and wet, the insole drenched, “Oh god,” she screamed, spraying more and more until the entire shoe was slick and wet with cum.

“Shit that’s so hot,” Aryana sighed, grabbing Stacy’s other shoe, “you’d better do this one now,” she held it out to her friend.

Stacy was delirious with pleasure. She looked at the shoe Aryana was holding out to her. “Oh yeah,” she sighed, handing the her soaked shoe to Aryana and taking her dry shoe in return, sliding it under her wet pussy.

Aryana wasted no time licking the cummy shoe, “mmmm so good,” she murmured, her tongue lapping at the soft leather.

Stacy watched her friend licking her once clean shoe, triggering another fountain of cum which splattered over the shoe beneath her pussy. She looked down at it, at the pattern of dark, moist leather, rubbing and rubbing her clitoris, spraying more and more cum over her shoe, “oh yes,” she screamed, “my poor shoes!” Within moments it was as slick, dark and wet as it’s partner.

“My turn,” Aryana announced, placing the shoe on the floor in front of her. She leaned back and, rubbing her clitoris, sprayed it with her own cum, her droplets mingling with her friends.

“Do them both,” Stacy held out her other dripping shoe, “I want your cum all over my poor shoes.” She plunged the toe of Sarah’s pump back into her pussy with a delighted moan as she watched Aryana orientate her shoes and start spraying them both with her pussy juices, “oh god that’s so hot,” she sighed, “soak them, soak my poor shoe!”

It was not long before both girls sat back panting, Stacy’s shoes absolutely drenched in cum which pooled inside in deep puddles.

“Oh god,” Stacy sighed, “that was amazing, but my mum is going to kill me!”

“Let’s talk to my mum,” Aryana got to her feet on unsteady legs, Stacy’s shoes in her hand, “we might be able to dry them for you. Come on,” she helped Stacy stand and lead her into the bathroom. “Mum,” she called, “we had an accident.”
Sarah was laying back in the tub, rubbing her pussy with the smooth toecap of her shoes, her own black patent peep toes wiggling beneath the water. “What’s happened,” she asked, turning and seeing Aryana and Stacy walk through the door.

“Oh sorry,” Stacy said, averting her eyes.

“Don’t be silly,” Aryana grinned at her friend, “Stacy got a little excited and came all over her shoes,” she held them out. “I helped,” she giggled.

“Oh my that looks gorgeous,” Sarah sighed, “and you wanted me to cum on them too?” She got to her feet, stepped out and sat on the edge, legs apart, her pussy waiting.

“Oh,” Stacy blushed, “no, I mean, err, no my mum... oh god yes.” She was already rubbing her clitoris with her fingers.

Sarah smiled, slid the chair over in front of her, “put them on here and we can all do it together.”

Aryana grinned, setting the shoes down in front of her mum, the wet toes pointing at her pussy, “back in a sec,” she ran off, returning moments later with her black kitten heel pumps, handing one to Stacy who took it and immediately started using it.

“Oh god this is so good,” Stacy murmured, her pussy already beginning to run. Soon Aryana was joining her and then her mum, all three spraying the shoes with more and more cum.

“Your poor little pretty shoes,” Sarah smiled, causing Stacy to squirt again, “they look so pretty covered in all of our cum.”

Soon they sat back panting, the formally pink shoes sitting on the chair in a puddle of cum that was almost as deep as the puddle inside them. The shoes looked like they’d had many years or wear, as the sat soggy, wet and shiny.

“Wow that was good,” Sarah grinned, slipping her high heeled feet back into the water and sitting down, “thanks for thinking of me.”

Aryana laughed, “actually, we need help getting them clean and dry,” she said, “Stacy is worried her mum will kill her.”

“Oh, I see,” Sarah said thoughtfully. “I think I can help there.”

“What do you mean,” Stacy asked, “she’s always been strict about my shoes and clothes.”

“Just leave it to me,” Sarah smiled, “In the meantime, let’s wash these and get them in the drier.” She picked up Stacy’s flats and plunged them, gurgling, under the water, causing all three of them to gasp and begin rubbing themselves again. “But first I think will fuck myself with them,” Sarah grinned, rubbing herself with her daughter’s friend’s shoes, “Oh yeah that feels good.”

Stacy watched on, the black kitten heel between her legs a blur, the soft leather going limp as it became drenched. She gasped, cumming hard as she watched her friends mum push the toe of her pink shoe into her pussy, sliding it in and out under the water, it going deeper and deeper until it was half inside her.

“Oh that feels so good inside me, Stacy,” Sarah sighed, her hips bucking as she came on the shoe inside her, “better even than your other shoes did.”

“Wait, what?” Stacy asked.

“Oh yeah,” Aryana giggled, “we were bad with your shoes before, you know, when you left your stuff with us?”

“You played with my shoes without me knowing,” Stacy asked, her mouth hanging agape.

“Yeah,” Aryana nodded, “that was the night I found out about mum and Ben. I had a bath in my dress and my shoes. I always wanted your shoes when I saw you in them, and I couldn’t pass up the chance to have them. We all came on and in your shoes!”

“Oh, that’s so hot,” Stacy sighed, “I wish I’d known back then.” She looked down at the heel of her shoe where it prutruded from Sarah’s pussy, “I bet they looked great in there.”

“Oh yeah,” Sarah grinned, sliding the shoe out, “but these feel better,” and she pushed it back in, the side of the shoe disappearing again. She came again, sighing contentedly.

“That looked so good,” Stacy moaned. She’d lost count of the number of times she had cum since she’d arrived in the house.

Sarah pulled the flat out once more, “better clean them,” she smiled, grabbing the body wash and squirting it on the soft leather, rubbing it in and creating a lather. She worked it into every inch of both shoes before plunging them underwater again, rinsing the off.

Stacy watched them the entire time that Sarah cleaned them. “I wish we could be bad with them again,” she sighed.

“We can,” Sarah smiled, handing them to Aryana, “but not tonight. Put them in the washing machine on spin along with some white towels. Then when that’s done, put them in the drier.” “Stacy,” she turned to Aryanas friend, “give your mum a call. Tell her I will bring you over later.”

Sarah sat back in the tub as the two girls left the room, absent mindedly rubbing her clitoris with a sodden high heel as she lifted her feet out of the water, allowing it to trickle out of her peeptoes. Well, that was unexpected, she thought to herself with a chuckle. Who would have thought Stacy would have been so into this? Mind you, she thought, her mum is not the saint she likes to make out. She thought back to the days where she had seen them at the swingers club.

Sarah had only been to the club a few times, her husband being the driving factor but ending up being a disappointment as usual, but she remembered seeing Cassie, Stacy’s mum, there each time and she was very into it. In fact, Sarah recollected, Cassie always wore 5” heels and she was always into the kinky stuff. Of course at the time, Sarah had not realised she had a major shoe fetish herself, otherwise she would probably have spent more time with Cassie. She now wondered, looking down at her black peep toes beneath the water, would Cassie enjoy her shoes as much as her daughter? She had a feeling the answer would be yes. She smiled to herself.

TOTALLY looking forward to the next chapter!!!!

Bump we want more !

You read my mind…without a word of a lie, I thought about this for the first time a couple of hours ago. I was thinking I need to get back to work with my re-editing of the story and post again. Glad to know someone was interested

Loooool, me waiting patiently since September........