Converse Stories
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gzero773
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Re: Converse Stories
Honestly the story is good as a standalone. I mean if you feel like down the road to make a part 2, i'm all for it, but if not, we got a pretty good ending here
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Daddy_DZ
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Re: Converse Stories
I put a poll on reddit and the winning option was to continue the story but I dont really want to continue it lol I think it'll get stale
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shoeswap
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Re: Converse Stories
Loved the sneaker swap. Thanks!
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Daddy_DZ
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Daddy_DZ
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Re: Converse Stories
I'm back and time for another story. This is a bit more tame than my previous work but hope you still enjoy it 
Her Number One Fan
Branden was riding his bike from class, his favorite rock band blasting through his ear buds as he rode through the lush campus. Brandon was a few months into his senior year at college, on his way to earn his bachelors in social media marketing. Brandon was hoping to earn a job with a high profile marketing company and connect with lots of business to help them reach customers. Otherwise Brandon was very much into music, especially heavy and hard rock. He constantly wore band t-shirts from his favorite musicians such as Ghost, Bring me the Horizon, Pop Evil, and his favorite band Overdose Delusion.
Brandon was a huge fan of Overdose Delusion and especially the band’s singer and front-woman Nicole Delusi or better known by her stage name “Nikki Delusion”. Her loud vocals and guitar shredding was blasting through his earbuds as he pulled up to a taco food truck to grab some food. His best friend Dominic worked the truck with his older brother so Branden always got the “best friend discount” on tacos. As he enjoyed his tacos, he saw a few girls looking at him, perhaps checking him out. He was busy looking at one of the girls dressed in an open pink hoodie, a white university shirt, capri jeans, and black high top converse.
Branden absolutely loved women who wore converse, same as he did. He had been wearing converse since middle school and noticed his sexual awakening right around the time it became very popular for women to wear converse too; coincidence? Branden hadn’t been too luck with dating, he was a bit awkward socially and often struggled to keep conversation going unless it was about music. Branden noticed that as he went through his teens and started becoming interested in girls, he seemed to only be interested if the girls wore converse.
When he was 17, Branden looked up foot fetish and discovered that he must have had a foot fetish; specifically a foot fetish for women wearing converse. When he was 18, he started fantasizing about women wearing just their converse. His first girlfriend was a girl who wore white converse and after high school they broke up to go to separate colleges. In college Branden dated a handful of other girls who wore different shoes, but no matter what he only found himself attracted to women in chuck taylors. A year ago the college was hosting a big poster sale on campus and Branden’s jaw hit the floor when he saw they sold a poster of Overdose Delusion. Nikki Delusion was his dream woman, she was 5’9”, jet black hair, always in ripped skinny jeans, black leather biker jacket, and on her feet were a pair of black low-top converse! Branden bought the poster and kept it in his apartment room, often staring at it while
he jerked off.
For the last 2 years, Branden had wanted to meet Nikki Delusion, he had become a bit obsessed over her. He often dreamt about meeting her and the two hitting it off quite well then travel the country together on tour. Branden would even settle for one night just to meet her. He had seen all her music videos, owned digital and physical copies of her music, and seen videos of her performing live. Branden of course noticed that during every live performance and in many music videos, she wore black low-top converse; his favorite.
While in college, Branden began to notice his foot and sneaker fetish, really started to take hold and develop. Branden was expanding his interests from just seeing women’s chucks, to wanting to smell their shoes and even taste them. He had bought several dirty videos on the subject, and had become fascinated with the idea of licking a woman’s chuck taylors, but was also a bit too shy to try it himself.
Still he often fantasized about it, even wondering what Nikki Delusion’s shoes smelled like after a live show? However he knew he’d never get the chance so he went on with his time in college. After finishing his tacos, his friend Dominic asked him if he had entered the local radio station’s “Metal Mania” contest. Branden had been busy with school work and forgot to enter, this year’s contest had tickets to a lot of great musicians that Branden listened to frequently. Dominic exited the food truck and patted Branden on the back, then he showed him what looked like a ticket. Branden read the ticket but had to do a double take, these were front row tickets to Overdose Delusion!
“Dude!” Branden shouted, “how did you get these?”
“I won them bro,” Dominic replied smiling, “you and me, this Saturday night! Call it an early graduation gift.”
Branden was speechless, not only was he finally going to his favorite artist live, but front row too! The two friends fist bumped as Branden was overjoyed. He wasn’t sure how he was going to focus for the rest of the week but he knew the first thing he was going to do was post about it on his social media pages. Branden loved posting cool photos he took on Instagram and had gotten a fairly large following from it. Photography was a passion of his but he just wanted to take pictures for fun, not profit. With his ticket stashed in his backpack, Branden rushed to his apartment to share the good news with his followers.
Branden arrived at his studio apartment off campus and immediately got on his computer to post on his social media pages that he won the contest. He made a short video and posted it on his feed, still a little high off the excitement. After posting about his ticket and reading a lot of positive comments he marveled at the poster of Nikki Delusion in his room. He thought to himself that he’d get to see her in person and couldn’t wait. His eyes moved down her legs and focused on her sneakers. One was flat on the stage, while the other had her heel lifted up, crunching the shoe to shift the weight on the toe. Branden felt himself getting horny looking at the poster and decided that he wanted to enjoy himself to the idea of finally meeting his music crush.
Branden reached under his bed and pulled out a shoebox. The box was for a pair of converse and he laid the box on his computer desk. He closed the curtains and locked the doors in the apartment; he didn’t want anyone to catch him. Branden stripped to just his converse as he opened the shoebox. Inside was a pair of red low-top converse sealed in a plastic bag along with a picture of a beautiful red headed woman wearing the same sneakers.
Branden opened the bag and instantly, a strong and sweaty musk eked from the bag and began filling the room. Branden took out the sneakers and looked down, his dick was already incredibly hard. He slid the red shoe over his rigid cock and placed the other over his mouth and nose; the putrid smell filling his nostrils with each deep breath. He held the sneaker over his dick and began to fuck it like a fleshlight; all while staring at his poster of Nikki Delusion. His eyes glazed over, his mouth opened to taste the toejam on the insole, and his hips fucked his sneaker fleshlight harder and harder, wishing he were fucking Nikki’s sneakers.
Branden started to feel himself get closer to orgasm and had a routine for it. He positioned himself right by his bed and shoved the white rubber toe cap into his mouth. He placed both hands on the red sneaker over his dick and fucked it harder and faster, the tip of his dick crashing into the toe of the shoe as the heel cupped his balls. He then felt his balls tighten and sucked hard on the sneaker as he ejaculated into the sneaker cock-sleeve. He felt his knees get weak as his dick pumped burst after burst of thick warm semen into the sneaker. He collapsed backwards onto the bed, sneaker still in his mouth and the other on his dick, as he filled the shoe with sticky warm cum.
Branden cleaned everything up, placed the red sneakers back in the plastic to preserve the smell and got dressed again. Branden was embarrassed about his sneaker and foot fetish, certain no one would understand it, so he kept his kink very hidden. Still it didn’t stop him from being attracted to girls in sneakers. After getting himself off, Branden sat down to complete his school work and eagerly waited for the night of the concert.
The rest of the week flew by and it was the night of the concert. Branden had to drive about two hours out of town to the stadium. He had set up 2 rooms at a nearby hotel so he and Dominic could crash there instead of driving late at night. Dominic and his girlfriend Melanie were taking their own car since they would be leaving the next morning for a road trip meaning Branden had a room to himself that night. Melanie didn’t have a ticket and opted to stay in the hotel room and pamper herself while the boys left for the concert.
At the stadium, the boys were ushered by security to a special area where they were given some prizes for winning the contest. Brandon received a signed copy of the band’s latest album, a t-shirt from the contest vendor, a blue-ray of the band’s best concert moments, and a choice for the final prize. Branden and Dom were offered a check for $5,000 or a night with the band after the show. Dom took the check while Branden leaped at the chance to hang out with the band. After signing a few legal agreements with the band manager, the boys were escorted to their spots in the front row as the show was about to begin.
The stadium was crowded with several hundred screaming fans. They cheered during the opening act’s 20 minute show but a few moments after that was over, dry ice fog filled the stage. The stage lights went wild and pyrotechnics blasted bursts of fire as the crowd roared. One by one the band members walked on stage and took their positions. After the band members took their positions, Nikki herself strutted on the stage. She had jet black hair, a red leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and a pair of black low-top converse. She took the mic and engaged the crowd of her adoring fans. Branden couldn’t believe he was just a few feet from his dream woman. Nikki scanned the crowd of her cheering fans then made eye contact with Branden. She smiled and started the show with the band’s number one hit. Branden’s eyes were glued to her all throughout the show, alternating between her and her sneakers. His cock was erect the whole time as he marveled at them both.
After the show concluded, Branden said goodbye to Dom as event management and security escorted him backstage to meet the band. Branden took a deep breath as the event staff brought him into a large green room where the four members were relaxing. The room had a built in bar, two large couches, a big screen TV, and a food service table. Branden tried not to gush as he shook hands with the guitarist, drummer, and bassist for the band. He noticed Nikki was getting a drink behind the bar.
“What’re you drinking?” Nikki asked Branden.
“Whatever you’re having Miss Delusion,” Branden replied, coming off as nervous.
“Call me Nikki,” she replied, while pouring him a shot of whisky, “congrats on winning the contest!”
“Thanks, I’m Branden,” he replied as he was handed the shot of whisky. She tapped his glass with hers and downed her shot with ease. Branden struggled with this, causing Nikki and the band to laugh. Nikki took a seat on the couch and was tossed a water bottle by her guitarist. Branded was also tossed a water bottle as sat opposite her.
“Tell us about yourself Branden, did you like the show?” Nikki asked, crossing her legs. Branden couldn’t help but look at her chucks as she did.
“I really loved it,” Branden said, “I’m a huge fan of you guys! Sorry Nikki, I just really like your shoes.”
Nikki smiled and laughed a little. “Me too,” she replied, “I always perform live in chucks. So much more comfortable than other shoes. And we match, nice style Branden!” She pointed at his own black low-tops. He laughed, still quite nervous to be around the band.
“Loosen up Branden, need another drink?” Nikki asked, “That's how I always get rid of my nerves.”
“I’m not much of a drinker, but sure!” Branden agreed as Nikki got them both another shot of whisky. Branden coughed after drinking it, already starting to feel a little buzzed. Over the next half hour, Branden talked about his time at school, and his plans after college. The band shared some stories about various shows they did. Branden had a third drink, the alcohol helping him relax and be more open, however for the majority of the time, he kept looking at Nikki’s converse. It was about 11pm and the other band members decided they wanted to go out for food. Nikki opted to stay and chill out on the tour bus, and invited Branden to come with her. Branden did not hesitate and the two moved to the tour bus.
Branden marveled at the inside of the tour bus; it was massive. He thought it was almost as if it were a house on wheels. Nikki showed him around, showing him a lounge area, kitchenette, and the areas where the band members rested while driving. She took a seat on a couch and motioned for Branden to sit with her. Branden’s heart was racing, maybe it was from the alcohol or the fact that he was right next to Nikki Delusion, the hottest woman he’d ever seen. Branden found it very hard to keep his urges under control as Nikki’s sneaker clad foot was touching him. Branden kept his hands on his lap to keep his erection hidden as Nikki took a call on her phone. He watched her cross her legs again, staring at her shoes. He noticed she repositioned her foot to now be on top of his. Nikki finished her phone call and looked at Branden, and smiled as he was still looking at her sneakers and trying to hide his bulge.
“Move your hands Branden,” she asked him as he looked at her gorgeous face and piercing hazel eyes.
He gulped and moved his hands away revealing the bulge in his pants from his erection. She began tapping her foot on top of his.
“I’ve been watching you all night,” Nikki coyly said, “and you’ve been distracted by something.”
She started moving her shoe around in small circles, Branden’s eyes followed the toe cap as if he were being hypnotized by them.
“It's okay Branden,” Nikki said, “You can tell me, though I think I already know.”
Branden didn’t take his eyes off her chucks, his mouth salivating, as the alcohol gave him the courage to speak, “I love your converse Nikki.”
“Mmm, what do you love about them?” She asked as she raised her shoe up and stretched her foot out.
“Everything,” Branden replied, “The shape, the look, the feel, the smell-“
“The taste?” She asked. Branden paused, having never thought about that, but now the seed was planted in his mind.
“I’ve met a lot of fans Branden,” Nikki said, “And you’re not the first fan who had a thing for feet, but you are the first fan who had a thing for my converse. I’m intrigued now and I have some ideas on how to make this memorable for both of us. Do you want to be a loyal fan and make this memorable for both of us?” Branden nodded his head yes, eager to continue and see what she had in mind.
“I’d like for you to stand up Branden, right in front of me,” she instructed, placing both feet in front of her. Branded got up and looked down at her unsure of what was going to happen.
“Branden, strip down, right now,” Nikki requested, “Won’t you take off your clothes and then get down on your knees for me?”
Branden hesitated for a moment, having a moment of clarity that perhaps this was wrong. However he took a deep breath, and when he exhaled, he started removing his clothes. He then stood before Nikki in just his underwear, his erection still bulging out in front.
“Underwear too,” she snickered. Branden slid off his underwear exposing his naked self in front of Nikki.
She motioned for Branden to get down on the floor.
“Kneel before me with your head down ok?” she instructed. Branded did as she told him and kneeled down pressing his head on the floor in front of her chucks. Branden then felt Nikki place her shoes in the back of his head as she relaxed. Branden was unsure of what to do, so he stayed there kneeling in front of her as Nikki used his head as her footstool.
“Branden do you know what a foot fetish is?” Nikki asked him.
“I think so Nikki,” he replied as he felt the heels of her shoes on his back.
“Well you see Branden,” Nikki said, “A lot of my fans love me, and they love my feet. I have had guys enjoy pampering my feet since I was 15. For the last 10yrs, guys and my fans have been dying to be in your position tonight. I want to make this memorable for both of us, and I want to reward my most loyal fan. You are my most loyal fan right Branden?”
“I am, Nikki,” Branden replied, keeping his face to the floor, “I’m your biggest fan!”
“I know you are,” she replied, “Tonight you will call me Mistress Nikki. Tonight you are going to show what a devoted fan of mine you are and you are going to be my sneaker servant. Do you want to be my sneaker servant Branden?”
Branden could feel himself getting more aroused, “Yes Mistress Nikki,” Branden replied, “I would love to be your sneaker servant!”
“Then let’s get started!” Nikki said as she took her feet off Branden’s back and placed them in front of them. “Kiss my sneakers.” Branden lifted his head and looked at her shoes. They were worn and dirty and he could smell her foot sweat and funk leaking through the side air holes. After a moment of hesitation, he began planting kisses on Nikki’s sneakers. He kissed the toe caps, the laces, the canvas sides. Nikki lifted her feet up and exposed her worn out soles to Branden.
“Kiss the soles too,” she ordered.
“Yes Mistress Nikki,” Branded replied and began lovingly kissing the worn soles of her converse.
She rested on the shoes on his shoulder as he kissed the other, alternating between sneakers every few kisses.
“Do you love kissing my chucks Branden?” She asked, relaxing and soaking in the adoration.
“Yes Mistress Nikki, I love kissing the soles of your chucks,” he replied between kisses. Branden had never been this aroused before. Everything he’d fantasized about for years was coming true.
“If you really love my chucks,” Nikki said, “Then lick my sneakers clean!”
“Of course Mistress Nikki, I’d be happy to,” Branden replied, however he hesitated to start. He was staring at the soles of her sneakers. The heels were smoothed down from wear as were some of the diamond treads on the sole. However he knew they were dirty and who knows what she stepped on. There could be any number of things on the bottoms of those converse. Every part of his body was telling him no.
“Branden,” she said, “Stick out your tongue and I want you to give them a lick from the base of the heel, to the tip of the toe. Then back down the sole of my chucks. Swallow every bit of scum and grime that I’ve stepped in. Feel all those little bits of dirt gather on your tongue as you savor the taste of my perfect shoes. Do it now, show your devotion to me, my number one fan.”
“Yes Mistress Nikki, anything you want,” he replied. Branden let go of his reservations, stuck out his tongue and glided it up the sole of rock superstar Nikki Delusion’s converse. Branden anticipated dread, however the moment he tasted the sole of Nikki’s shoe, they were the tastiest and most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. He enthusiastically began licking the soles of her dirty chucks. Nikki took out her phone and relaxed, browsing her social media pages, texting her contacts, and watching tiktoks. Meanwhile at her feet was a naked fan, licking the bottoms of her shoes with his dick twitching wildly.
Nikki began to record a tiktok video of herself thanking her fans for coming out to the show as Branden licked her shoes. The sound of Branden’s tongue sliding up her wet soles was so erotic to him and with each lick Branden felt himself getting hornier and hornier. His dick was rock hard and twitching like crazy and he hadn’t touched it once. Suddenly Nikki shoved the toecap of her shoe into Branden’s mouth as she was recording her video. Branden’s eyes rolled back and he couldn’t contain it any longer as his dick reached its limit. With Nikki’s shoe shoved firmly in his mouth and seeing her completely ignore him to record her video, Branden blew his load. He sucked on her sneaker as his dick spurted load after load of cum onto the floor, stimulated to orgasm without being touched; he had been brought to orgasm just by licking the converse of his crush. Perhaps it was the alcohol or the high of the experience, but Branden blacked out after that.
Branden awoke the next morning with a big hangover and something over his face. He came to and realized a converse sneaker was taped to his face over his nose. He freaked out and ripped the tape off to pull the shoe off him. His chest hurt and he realized he was in his hotel room, completely naked. He got up and walked to the bathroom to splash water on his face. That’s when he noticed the large white bandage over his pectoral. He pulled it off slowly to reveal a tattoo over his heart. It was the tread pattern of a converse sneaker with the words “Property of Mistress Nikki” above and below the sneaker tread. Brenden slapped himself, thinking it was a dream, but this was real. That meant last night, all of it, was real. Brenden wondered what else happened that night after he blacked out. He then saw a note on the bedside table.
“To my most loyal fan, last night was so much fun but you got so drunk you’d never remember it all. So you got a tattoo to remind yourself of the vow you made last night. If you want to keep your promise and keep being my most loyal fan, post a video on Instagram and tiktok enjoying the souvenir I left you and tag me. I’ll pick you up. – Love Mistress Nikki.”
Brenden looked at the converse sneaker on the bed, it was for sure Nikki’s. He stared at the sneaker for a few moments before deciding to grab it. He unlocked his phone, opened up his camera app, and pressed record.
Her Number One Fan
Branden was riding his bike from class, his favorite rock band blasting through his ear buds as he rode through the lush campus. Brandon was a few months into his senior year at college, on his way to earn his bachelors in social media marketing. Brandon was hoping to earn a job with a high profile marketing company and connect with lots of business to help them reach customers. Otherwise Brandon was very much into music, especially heavy and hard rock. He constantly wore band t-shirts from his favorite musicians such as Ghost, Bring me the Horizon, Pop Evil, and his favorite band Overdose Delusion.
Brandon was a huge fan of Overdose Delusion and especially the band’s singer and front-woman Nicole Delusi or better known by her stage name “Nikki Delusion”. Her loud vocals and guitar shredding was blasting through his earbuds as he pulled up to a taco food truck to grab some food. His best friend Dominic worked the truck with his older brother so Branden always got the “best friend discount” on tacos. As he enjoyed his tacos, he saw a few girls looking at him, perhaps checking him out. He was busy looking at one of the girls dressed in an open pink hoodie, a white university shirt, capri jeans, and black high top converse.
Branden absolutely loved women who wore converse, same as he did. He had been wearing converse since middle school and noticed his sexual awakening right around the time it became very popular for women to wear converse too; coincidence? Branden hadn’t been too luck with dating, he was a bit awkward socially and often struggled to keep conversation going unless it was about music. Branden noticed that as he went through his teens and started becoming interested in girls, he seemed to only be interested if the girls wore converse.
When he was 17, Branden looked up foot fetish and discovered that he must have had a foot fetish; specifically a foot fetish for women wearing converse. When he was 18, he started fantasizing about women wearing just their converse. His first girlfriend was a girl who wore white converse and after high school they broke up to go to separate colleges. In college Branden dated a handful of other girls who wore different shoes, but no matter what he only found himself attracted to women in chuck taylors. A year ago the college was hosting a big poster sale on campus and Branden’s jaw hit the floor when he saw they sold a poster of Overdose Delusion. Nikki Delusion was his dream woman, she was 5’9”, jet black hair, always in ripped skinny jeans, black leather biker jacket, and on her feet were a pair of black low-top converse! Branden bought the poster and kept it in his apartment room, often staring at it while
he jerked off.
For the last 2 years, Branden had wanted to meet Nikki Delusion, he had become a bit obsessed over her. He often dreamt about meeting her and the two hitting it off quite well then travel the country together on tour. Branden would even settle for one night just to meet her. He had seen all her music videos, owned digital and physical copies of her music, and seen videos of her performing live. Branden of course noticed that during every live performance and in many music videos, she wore black low-top converse; his favorite.
While in college, Branden began to notice his foot and sneaker fetish, really started to take hold and develop. Branden was expanding his interests from just seeing women’s chucks, to wanting to smell their shoes and even taste them. He had bought several dirty videos on the subject, and had become fascinated with the idea of licking a woman’s chuck taylors, but was also a bit too shy to try it himself.
Still he often fantasized about it, even wondering what Nikki Delusion’s shoes smelled like after a live show? However he knew he’d never get the chance so he went on with his time in college. After finishing his tacos, his friend Dominic asked him if he had entered the local radio station’s “Metal Mania” contest. Branden had been busy with school work and forgot to enter, this year’s contest had tickets to a lot of great musicians that Branden listened to frequently. Dominic exited the food truck and patted Branden on the back, then he showed him what looked like a ticket. Branden read the ticket but had to do a double take, these were front row tickets to Overdose Delusion!
“Dude!” Branden shouted, “how did you get these?”
“I won them bro,” Dominic replied smiling, “you and me, this Saturday night! Call it an early graduation gift.”
Branden was speechless, not only was he finally going to his favorite artist live, but front row too! The two friends fist bumped as Branden was overjoyed. He wasn’t sure how he was going to focus for the rest of the week but he knew the first thing he was going to do was post about it on his social media pages. Branden loved posting cool photos he took on Instagram and had gotten a fairly large following from it. Photography was a passion of his but he just wanted to take pictures for fun, not profit. With his ticket stashed in his backpack, Branden rushed to his apartment to share the good news with his followers.
Branden arrived at his studio apartment off campus and immediately got on his computer to post on his social media pages that he won the contest. He made a short video and posted it on his feed, still a little high off the excitement. After posting about his ticket and reading a lot of positive comments he marveled at the poster of Nikki Delusion in his room. He thought to himself that he’d get to see her in person and couldn’t wait. His eyes moved down her legs and focused on her sneakers. One was flat on the stage, while the other had her heel lifted up, crunching the shoe to shift the weight on the toe. Branden felt himself getting horny looking at the poster and decided that he wanted to enjoy himself to the idea of finally meeting his music crush.
Branden reached under his bed and pulled out a shoebox. The box was for a pair of converse and he laid the box on his computer desk. He closed the curtains and locked the doors in the apartment; he didn’t want anyone to catch him. Branden stripped to just his converse as he opened the shoebox. Inside was a pair of red low-top converse sealed in a plastic bag along with a picture of a beautiful red headed woman wearing the same sneakers.
Branden opened the bag and instantly, a strong and sweaty musk eked from the bag and began filling the room. Branden took out the sneakers and looked down, his dick was already incredibly hard. He slid the red shoe over his rigid cock and placed the other over his mouth and nose; the putrid smell filling his nostrils with each deep breath. He held the sneaker over his dick and began to fuck it like a fleshlight; all while staring at his poster of Nikki Delusion. His eyes glazed over, his mouth opened to taste the toejam on the insole, and his hips fucked his sneaker fleshlight harder and harder, wishing he were fucking Nikki’s sneakers.
Branden started to feel himself get closer to orgasm and had a routine for it. He positioned himself right by his bed and shoved the white rubber toe cap into his mouth. He placed both hands on the red sneaker over his dick and fucked it harder and faster, the tip of his dick crashing into the toe of the shoe as the heel cupped his balls. He then felt his balls tighten and sucked hard on the sneaker as he ejaculated into the sneaker cock-sleeve. He felt his knees get weak as his dick pumped burst after burst of thick warm semen into the sneaker. He collapsed backwards onto the bed, sneaker still in his mouth and the other on his dick, as he filled the shoe with sticky warm cum.
Branden cleaned everything up, placed the red sneakers back in the plastic to preserve the smell and got dressed again. Branden was embarrassed about his sneaker and foot fetish, certain no one would understand it, so he kept his kink very hidden. Still it didn’t stop him from being attracted to girls in sneakers. After getting himself off, Branden sat down to complete his school work and eagerly waited for the night of the concert.
The rest of the week flew by and it was the night of the concert. Branden had to drive about two hours out of town to the stadium. He had set up 2 rooms at a nearby hotel so he and Dominic could crash there instead of driving late at night. Dominic and his girlfriend Melanie were taking their own car since they would be leaving the next morning for a road trip meaning Branden had a room to himself that night. Melanie didn’t have a ticket and opted to stay in the hotel room and pamper herself while the boys left for the concert.
At the stadium, the boys were ushered by security to a special area where they were given some prizes for winning the contest. Brandon received a signed copy of the band’s latest album, a t-shirt from the contest vendor, a blue-ray of the band’s best concert moments, and a choice for the final prize. Branden and Dom were offered a check for $5,000 or a night with the band after the show. Dom took the check while Branden leaped at the chance to hang out with the band. After signing a few legal agreements with the band manager, the boys were escorted to their spots in the front row as the show was about to begin.
The stadium was crowded with several hundred screaming fans. They cheered during the opening act’s 20 minute show but a few moments after that was over, dry ice fog filled the stage. The stage lights went wild and pyrotechnics blasted bursts of fire as the crowd roared. One by one the band members walked on stage and took their positions. After the band members took their positions, Nikki herself strutted on the stage. She had jet black hair, a red leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and a pair of black low-top converse. She took the mic and engaged the crowd of her adoring fans. Branden couldn’t believe he was just a few feet from his dream woman. Nikki scanned the crowd of her cheering fans then made eye contact with Branden. She smiled and started the show with the band’s number one hit. Branden’s eyes were glued to her all throughout the show, alternating between her and her sneakers. His cock was erect the whole time as he marveled at them both.
After the show concluded, Branden said goodbye to Dom as event management and security escorted him backstage to meet the band. Branden took a deep breath as the event staff brought him into a large green room where the four members were relaxing. The room had a built in bar, two large couches, a big screen TV, and a food service table. Branden tried not to gush as he shook hands with the guitarist, drummer, and bassist for the band. He noticed Nikki was getting a drink behind the bar.
“What’re you drinking?” Nikki asked Branden.
“Whatever you’re having Miss Delusion,” Branden replied, coming off as nervous.
“Call me Nikki,” she replied, while pouring him a shot of whisky, “congrats on winning the contest!”
“Thanks, I’m Branden,” he replied as he was handed the shot of whisky. She tapped his glass with hers and downed her shot with ease. Branden struggled with this, causing Nikki and the band to laugh. Nikki took a seat on the couch and was tossed a water bottle by her guitarist. Branded was also tossed a water bottle as sat opposite her.
“Tell us about yourself Branden, did you like the show?” Nikki asked, crossing her legs. Branden couldn’t help but look at her chucks as she did.
“I really loved it,” Branden said, “I’m a huge fan of you guys! Sorry Nikki, I just really like your shoes.”
Nikki smiled and laughed a little. “Me too,” she replied, “I always perform live in chucks. So much more comfortable than other shoes. And we match, nice style Branden!” She pointed at his own black low-tops. He laughed, still quite nervous to be around the band.
“Loosen up Branden, need another drink?” Nikki asked, “That's how I always get rid of my nerves.”
“I’m not much of a drinker, but sure!” Branden agreed as Nikki got them both another shot of whisky. Branden coughed after drinking it, already starting to feel a little buzzed. Over the next half hour, Branden talked about his time at school, and his plans after college. The band shared some stories about various shows they did. Branden had a third drink, the alcohol helping him relax and be more open, however for the majority of the time, he kept looking at Nikki’s converse. It was about 11pm and the other band members decided they wanted to go out for food. Nikki opted to stay and chill out on the tour bus, and invited Branden to come with her. Branden did not hesitate and the two moved to the tour bus.
Branden marveled at the inside of the tour bus; it was massive. He thought it was almost as if it were a house on wheels. Nikki showed him around, showing him a lounge area, kitchenette, and the areas where the band members rested while driving. She took a seat on a couch and motioned for Branden to sit with her. Branden’s heart was racing, maybe it was from the alcohol or the fact that he was right next to Nikki Delusion, the hottest woman he’d ever seen. Branden found it very hard to keep his urges under control as Nikki’s sneaker clad foot was touching him. Branden kept his hands on his lap to keep his erection hidden as Nikki took a call on her phone. He watched her cross her legs again, staring at her shoes. He noticed she repositioned her foot to now be on top of his. Nikki finished her phone call and looked at Branden, and smiled as he was still looking at her sneakers and trying to hide his bulge.
“Move your hands Branden,” she asked him as he looked at her gorgeous face and piercing hazel eyes.
He gulped and moved his hands away revealing the bulge in his pants from his erection. She began tapping her foot on top of his.
“I’ve been watching you all night,” Nikki coyly said, “and you’ve been distracted by something.”
She started moving her shoe around in small circles, Branden’s eyes followed the toe cap as if he were being hypnotized by them.
“It's okay Branden,” Nikki said, “You can tell me, though I think I already know.”
Branden didn’t take his eyes off her chucks, his mouth salivating, as the alcohol gave him the courage to speak, “I love your converse Nikki.”
“Mmm, what do you love about them?” She asked as she raised her shoe up and stretched her foot out.
“Everything,” Branden replied, “The shape, the look, the feel, the smell-“
“The taste?” She asked. Branden paused, having never thought about that, but now the seed was planted in his mind.
“I’ve met a lot of fans Branden,” Nikki said, “And you’re not the first fan who had a thing for feet, but you are the first fan who had a thing for my converse. I’m intrigued now and I have some ideas on how to make this memorable for both of us. Do you want to be a loyal fan and make this memorable for both of us?” Branden nodded his head yes, eager to continue and see what she had in mind.
“I’d like for you to stand up Branden, right in front of me,” she instructed, placing both feet in front of her. Branded got up and looked down at her unsure of what was going to happen.
“Branden, strip down, right now,” Nikki requested, “Won’t you take off your clothes and then get down on your knees for me?”
Branden hesitated for a moment, having a moment of clarity that perhaps this was wrong. However he took a deep breath, and when he exhaled, he started removing his clothes. He then stood before Nikki in just his underwear, his erection still bulging out in front.
“Underwear too,” she snickered. Branden slid off his underwear exposing his naked self in front of Nikki.
She motioned for Branden to get down on the floor.
“Kneel before me with your head down ok?” she instructed. Branded did as she told him and kneeled down pressing his head on the floor in front of her chucks. Branden then felt Nikki place her shoes in the back of his head as she relaxed. Branden was unsure of what to do, so he stayed there kneeling in front of her as Nikki used his head as her footstool.
“Branden do you know what a foot fetish is?” Nikki asked him.
“I think so Nikki,” he replied as he felt the heels of her shoes on his back.
“Well you see Branden,” Nikki said, “A lot of my fans love me, and they love my feet. I have had guys enjoy pampering my feet since I was 15. For the last 10yrs, guys and my fans have been dying to be in your position tonight. I want to make this memorable for both of us, and I want to reward my most loyal fan. You are my most loyal fan right Branden?”
“I am, Nikki,” Branden replied, keeping his face to the floor, “I’m your biggest fan!”
“I know you are,” she replied, “Tonight you will call me Mistress Nikki. Tonight you are going to show what a devoted fan of mine you are and you are going to be my sneaker servant. Do you want to be my sneaker servant Branden?”
Branden could feel himself getting more aroused, “Yes Mistress Nikki,” Branden replied, “I would love to be your sneaker servant!”
“Then let’s get started!” Nikki said as she took her feet off Branden’s back and placed them in front of them. “Kiss my sneakers.” Branden lifted his head and looked at her shoes. They were worn and dirty and he could smell her foot sweat and funk leaking through the side air holes. After a moment of hesitation, he began planting kisses on Nikki’s sneakers. He kissed the toe caps, the laces, the canvas sides. Nikki lifted her feet up and exposed her worn out soles to Branden.
“Kiss the soles too,” she ordered.
“Yes Mistress Nikki,” Branded replied and began lovingly kissing the worn soles of her converse.
She rested on the shoes on his shoulder as he kissed the other, alternating between sneakers every few kisses.
“Do you love kissing my chucks Branden?” She asked, relaxing and soaking in the adoration.
“Yes Mistress Nikki, I love kissing the soles of your chucks,” he replied between kisses. Branden had never been this aroused before. Everything he’d fantasized about for years was coming true.
“If you really love my chucks,” Nikki said, “Then lick my sneakers clean!”
“Of course Mistress Nikki, I’d be happy to,” Branden replied, however he hesitated to start. He was staring at the soles of her sneakers. The heels were smoothed down from wear as were some of the diamond treads on the sole. However he knew they were dirty and who knows what she stepped on. There could be any number of things on the bottoms of those converse. Every part of his body was telling him no.
“Branden,” she said, “Stick out your tongue and I want you to give them a lick from the base of the heel, to the tip of the toe. Then back down the sole of my chucks. Swallow every bit of scum and grime that I’ve stepped in. Feel all those little bits of dirt gather on your tongue as you savor the taste of my perfect shoes. Do it now, show your devotion to me, my number one fan.”
“Yes Mistress Nikki, anything you want,” he replied. Branden let go of his reservations, stuck out his tongue and glided it up the sole of rock superstar Nikki Delusion’s converse. Branden anticipated dread, however the moment he tasted the sole of Nikki’s shoe, they were the tastiest and most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. He enthusiastically began licking the soles of her dirty chucks. Nikki took out her phone and relaxed, browsing her social media pages, texting her contacts, and watching tiktoks. Meanwhile at her feet was a naked fan, licking the bottoms of her shoes with his dick twitching wildly.
Nikki began to record a tiktok video of herself thanking her fans for coming out to the show as Branden licked her shoes. The sound of Branden’s tongue sliding up her wet soles was so erotic to him and with each lick Branden felt himself getting hornier and hornier. His dick was rock hard and twitching like crazy and he hadn’t touched it once. Suddenly Nikki shoved the toecap of her shoe into Branden’s mouth as she was recording her video. Branden’s eyes rolled back and he couldn’t contain it any longer as his dick reached its limit. With Nikki’s shoe shoved firmly in his mouth and seeing her completely ignore him to record her video, Branden blew his load. He sucked on her sneaker as his dick spurted load after load of cum onto the floor, stimulated to orgasm without being touched; he had been brought to orgasm just by licking the converse of his crush. Perhaps it was the alcohol or the high of the experience, but Branden blacked out after that.
Branden awoke the next morning with a big hangover and something over his face. He came to and realized a converse sneaker was taped to his face over his nose. He freaked out and ripped the tape off to pull the shoe off him. His chest hurt and he realized he was in his hotel room, completely naked. He got up and walked to the bathroom to splash water on his face. That’s when he noticed the large white bandage over his pectoral. He pulled it off slowly to reveal a tattoo over his heart. It was the tread pattern of a converse sneaker with the words “Property of Mistress Nikki” above and below the sneaker tread. Brenden slapped himself, thinking it was a dream, but this was real. That meant last night, all of it, was real. Brenden wondered what else happened that night after he blacked out. He then saw a note on the bedside table.
“To my most loyal fan, last night was so much fun but you got so drunk you’d never remember it all. So you got a tattoo to remind yourself of the vow you made last night. If you want to keep your promise and keep being my most loyal fan, post a video on Instagram and tiktok enjoying the souvenir I left you and tag me. I’ll pick you up. – Love Mistress Nikki.”
Brenden looked at the converse sneaker on the bed, it was for sure Nikki’s. He stared at the sneaker for a few moments before deciding to grab it. He unlocked his phone, opened up his camera app, and pressed record.
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gzero773
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Re: Converse Stories
Oh man here we go again! Strapping in for another ride and can't wait for the next part of the story
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Daddy_DZ
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Re: Converse Stories
Sorry to burst your bubble but this was just a one-off, not a planned story
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gzero773
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Re: Converse Stories
it was good as a standalone as well and makes sense for it so no problem
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chucko
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Re: Converse Stories
A belated Halloween story for you all to enjoy!
Pumpkin Girl- A Halloween Sneaker Story
Halloween had come again, and once again Dillon had waited until the last minute to make any plans. Work had been crazy for the month of October, and he hadn’t even realized that it was going to be Halloween weekend until the Thursday right before. Thankfully, his next door neighbors had slid an invitation into his mailbox for a costume party on Saturday night. Audrey and Nick next door always threw incredible parties with lots of decorations. They also had lots of attractive single friends who liked to show up, so Dillon held out a little hope that he might not be going home alone after all. At the very least, he was going to enjoy seeing all of the skimpy costumes this year.
“Shit,” Dillon said to himself aloud, He needed a costume. It took him most of the day Friday at work to think of something. All he knew is that he wanted to wear his Converse. Dillon was a bit of a sneaker freak, with a particular kink for Converse All Stars. He could only hope that there would be a girl at the party wearing a pair too. If he wore his own Chucks, Dillon thought, maybe he’d have an organic way to point out a girl’s sneakers and start up a conversation. It was wishful thinking, he’d admit. Dillon had never been great with women and usually chickened out before he actually talked to an attractive girl at a party. Still, he felt a little more confident wearing his Converse so he needed a costume to match. He finally settled on the perfect idea. He grabbed a worn denim jacket from his closet with ratty jeans, and bought the last long black curly wig from Spirit Halloween. He was going to go as Eddie from Stranger Things. The character didn’t actually wear Converse, but it worked. He also knew that girls loved that character.
Saturday dragged by a little, but Dillon kept himself busy. When the sun set and the last kids had finished trick-or-treating, Dillon laced up his favorite old pair of beat up red hightops. Sure enough, as soon as he stepped out into the driveway he could hear the music coming from next door. Audrey and Nick had really outdone themselves this year. The yard was full of tombstones and inflatable ghosts, and jack-o-lanterns lined the porch steps. Through the windows he could see that all the lights inside had been replaced with green, orange, or red light and there were fake cobwebs everywhere. People were already gathered in the garage around a beer pong table and a campfire crackled in a fire pit in the driveway.
“Hey neighbor!!” Someone yelled. Dillon turned to see Audrey walking down the steps smiling. Audrey was tall and gorgeous and looked like a model. She was dressed as a football referee and looked great. Dillon groaned to himself when he saw that she also had some crisp black Chuck 70s on with her costume, but he composed himself and gave her a wave. “Oh man, great costume! We love that show!” Audrey said excitedly. “And hey! Nice kicks!” she waved her own sneakers at him.
“Yeah! Nice!” Dillon said, mustering up feigned excitement. His strategy had worked perfectly but Audrey, his happily married next door neighbor with a young child, wasn’t who he’d had in mind. This interaction and her costume would have to be relegated to the spank bank like everything else. After getting through the usual smalltalk, Audrey excused herself to fix a snack tray and Dillon moved to start exploring the house and other guests. A few of the neighbor guys that Dillon knew pretty well were in the garage and a few of the married couples were congregating in the kitchen around the food. There were a handful of people Dillon didn’t know, but there were only a few single women there and none of them were wearing sneakers.
To Dillon’s disappointment, it turned out to be a pretty tame party. The guys mostly hung out in the garage drinking beer and playing pong and cornhole in the driveway, and the girls sat around inside. There was a dance floor in the living room but the only people dancing were couples that came together. Dillon got lots of compliments on his costume, but that was it. He briefly tried to strike up a conversation with a girl dressed as a cheerleader, but it turned out she thought he was dressed as a generic rockstar. She also made a point to mention that her boyfriend was on the way and that he was dressed as a football player to match her. Dillon resigned himself to an evening with the boys and got another beer. Still, it was a pretty good time. He enjoyed a good campfire and got caught up in a rousing cornhole tournament. His romantic hopes hadn’t panned out, but a few free beers and some good friends almost made up for it.
It was starting to get late when Dillon finally wandered inside again. He had to pee and thought he’d grab some more of those good looking cookies that Audrey had made. As he came out of the bathroom, he was pleasantly surprised to see that there were a lot more people around than he’d remembered. There were a good number of girls on the dance floor now. Dillon took up position near the desserts to watch. Maybe it was a little late in the evening, but at least he finally got to see some girls in skimpy costumes shaking their butts to the loud hip hop music. There was a distinct lack of sneakers, but at least Audrey’s hot friends had finally shown up. He took a bite of cookie. That’s when he saw her.
At first he thought the flash of white rubber on the dance floor was just Audrey again (he’d been seeing her shoes all night), but suddenly the crowd parted just right and he realized that it couldn’t be. Over near a group of girls dancing in a circle was the girl who had caught Dillon’s eye. She was a little shorter than some of the others, but she stood out. She was wearing a black dress with a short skirt and a collar, like something Wednesday Addams would wear, knee high black stockings, and a shiny new pair of black hightop Converse laced tightly on her feet. Somehow, even to Dillon, the sneakers weren’t the most notable part of her wardrobe though. Her real costume was the full sized pumpkin she was wearing over her head.
Even across the room, Dillon could tell it was real and not a plastic prop. It had a smiling face cut in the front with a yellow glow coming out. It was really impressive, actually. Dillon had seen girls on Instagram do the same thing for the aesthetic but usually there was a big hole in the bottom and their faces were clearly visible through the front. As she turned though, Dillon couldn’t see her face at all. It was just the smiling glow of the Jack-o-lantern, and he noticed that the bottom of the pumpkin was flush with her neck. Still, even without seeing her face, Dillon knew this girl was cute. She had a round butt and nice breasts, and didn’t look too skinny. She also had a confidence, dancing by herself, that he immediately noticed. All that on top of the fact that her sneakers alone were enough to have Dillon hard in his pants already. Suddenly he noticed the glowing eyes pointing in his direction and she gave a little finger-waggling wave. It was playful and cute and Dillon wasn’t totally sure it was even directed at him. The pumpkin girl turned away and started dancing again, waving her hips invitingly. The music was way too loud, but Dillon could imagine the sound her Chucks were making squeaking on the wooden floor as she turned and swayed.
Sensing there was no time like the present, Dillon took a final swig of the beer he’d been working on and made his way over. He wasn’t a dancer but the liquid courage was taking hold. He walked up and began dancing behind her. She turned and looked up toward him. Inside the pumpkin was still a solid glow obscuring her face. “Hey,” he shouted over the din of the music. She gave him another playful finger waggle wave. “I like your costume,” he added. She gave a twirl and curtsied. “I, uh, really like your shoes.” Dillon said as the music switched to a sultrier R&B song. “I have the same ones.” It sounded lame as soon as it came out of his mouth, but he was too tipsy and horny to care. The girl put her hands under her pumpkin chin and turned to cutely kick up her heel behind her. She started dancing with him, putting her hands on his shoulders and chest as she moved her body to the song. “Can you talk in that thing?” Dillon asked with a chuckle. She shook her big pumpkin head. “Okay well have we met before?” He added. She shook her head again. “How do you eat or drink with that thing on?” He asked over the music. This time she just shrugged and turned around. For a moment Dillon feared that he had scared her away but instead she had started grinding on him. He was suddenly aware of how sexy the music was and how close to him this girl was. Her ass rubbed the front of his jeans as they moved together. Looking down he could see her black Converse standing between his red ones. It was a bit of a dream come true and he was struggling to process that it was really happening. They stayed there for a few songs, Dillon not bothering to ask her any more questions.
As a particularly sultry song finished, he became conscious of how obvious it must be that his dick was fully erect in his pants. Considering the way her butt was rubbing his crotch, she must have. It was only a moment later that his fears were confirmed, when she reached one hand back and placed it directly on the stiff bulge in his jeans. He gasped, and started to try to formulate an apology, but then she stroked it gently. Her pumpkin head turned to look over her shoulder for just a second. She was bold, Dillon thought, and he was never going to have a better chance than this. Mustering all his courage, he leaned in to where he thought an ear might be and asked “Do you want to get out of here?” just loud enough for the two of them to hear, he hoped. She gave his dick one last gentle stroke behind her back before turning toward him. She nodded rapidly and clapped her hands in front of her with excitement. Taking her by the hand, Dillon led her toward the door.
The street was quiet as they slipped outside. Dillon was careful to avoid the front of the house and all the attention it would bring. Instead, he led her out the side and over to the gate in the fence between his property and Audrey and Nick’s. She skipped cutely across the yard as he closed the gate behind him and chased after. They reached the door together and she once again reached down and rubbed the crotch of his jeans as Dillon unlocked the door. He shuddered, feeling himself leak precum with excitement, and led her inside. In the kitchen she gave a spin, looking around the house. She found his stereo and hit play on some halloween music, turning down the volume so that it was just providing atmosphere, and scooted up to sit on the counter in the center of the kitchen.
“So, what do you…” Dillon started to ask as he pulled off the wig that was starting to get hot and itchy, but he stopped when he saw that she was already beckoning him forward with one finger. Licking his lips, he approached. As he got close, though, she raised her right leg and placed the sole of her sneaker against his chest, keeping him from getting any closer. Dillon responded by putting his hands on her leg and rubbing her calf through her stocking, moving down to put his hands over her black hightop Chuck and feel the soft canvas and clean rubber. “Are you going to, you know, take that thing off?” He asked, a little meekly, looking toward her pumpkin head. The pumpkin shook left and right. That was a no. “Then how am I supposed to kiss you?” he asked. He thought it was a clever line, all things considered. The girl rubbed her pumpkin chin to show that she was thinking, then raised a finger in the universal sign for “I have an idea”. Her foot began to slide up Dillon’s chest and toward his face. He knew what he wanted to do, but was still trying to play it cool. As though she was reading his mind, she tapped one finger against the mouth of her pumpkin head and then pointed at her black sneaker.
That was all the invitation Dillon needed. He had been fantasizing about the taste of these sneakers since he first saw them on the dance floor. He took the heel gently in one hand and placed a careful kiss on the center of the sole, and then another. He kissed up and down the entire sole, then moved to the rubber sidewall. He ran his lips up and down the instep, eventually letting his tongue poke out and drag across the rubber. He was lost in the thrill of kissing this cute girls’ Converse and didn’t notice her other foot until it was pressed firmly against the rock hard rod in his jeans. He licked the canvas of her right shoe and kissed the laces. His hips began to gyrate reflexively, pushing his dick against her left shoe. All the time, the mysterious girl sat back on the kitchen counter, her hands behind her, her pumpkin head tilted slightly to the side as she watched. The glowing orange grin remained as unchanged and enigmatic as ever.
Dillon didn’t know how long he made out with her sneaker. His tongue was starting to feel a little dry but he truly didn’t care. He was only snapped out of it when she suddenly pulled both feet away and put them up on the counter beside her. Dillon’s tongue instinctively licked the air where the shoe had just been one more time before he registered what she was showing him. With her feet on the edge of the counter and her knees spread apart, her skirt fell back to reveal a glistening, pale, hairless pussy. She hadn’t been wearing underwear for the whole evening, apparently. She put one finger against her pumpkin mouth seductively, and with her other hand gently rubbed circles around her clit invitingly. This invitation was clear as well. Dillon licked his lips and dove in. His mouth clamped around her snatch and he began to run his tongue up and down her lips. He wasn’t particularly experienced, but the passion in the moment drove him forward. He lapped at her sweet juices and plunged his tongue as deep as he could, over and over. When this got too tiring, he focused on suckling her clit and went to work with his fingers. He snaked them inside her and curled them up to find the spot he’d read about. Her hips bucked and shook as he did. To his left and right he could still see the bright white of the All Star patches next to his head, and this only drove him further. He once again lost track of time, and only stopped when her thighs clamped down on his head. Her whole body shook and he felt liquid dripping down his chin.
When she released him, he fell back. He felt sweat on his forehead and tore his jacket and shirt off. The pumpkin girl only took a moment to compose herself before hopping off the counter and moving toward him. He stood, just in time for her to grab his waistband and fumble with it. His belt popped open and he felt his cock spring free of his jeans. Her soft hands immediately wrapped themselves around his shaft, and she led him cock-first into the living room. Turning around, she sat back onto his couch and lifted her feet. The arches of her Converse clamped around his shaft and he let out a groaning cry of pleasure. He’d always dreamed of fucking a girls feet in some fresh sneakers. His hands gripped her ankles and he began to thrust between them. The head of his cock was rubbing between the ankle patches and precum smeared the canvas. He was thrusting so hard that he could see the print of the soles on his thighs. While he did this she had started working her fingers into her still-dripping pussy again. Dillon began to whimper and a “yes, yes, yes” escaped his lips. He felt his balls tighten and his whole body tensed. The girl pulled her legs back away from his cock and clamped her ankles together but it didn’t matter, nothing was going to stop what was coming. The first streak of cum splattered off of the girl’s black stocking around her shin. Dillon grabbed his shaft with his fist and kept pumping. He let out a strangled cry as he began to pump cum onto her shiny new Chucks. It sprayed onto the laces, dripped off the toes, and soaked into the fabric. The girl once again clapped with delight.
Dillon felt his knees wobble and sat down on the floor. The girl held her cummy sneakers out to admire them herself, flexing her ankles and looking at them from all angles. Then she held them out toward Dillon once more. He looked at them confused for a moment and looked toward the girl. Her pumpkin head tilted curiously, and she ran one finger along her glowing grinning mouth again. The signal was clear. This had never been a part of Dillon’s fantasy before, but in the heat of the moment, even after the hardest orgasm of his life, he didn’t think twice. He leaned forward and placed his lips around the toe of the girl’s left shoe. He felt the warm, slimy sensation of his hot cum on his lips and tongue and he began to suck. Just like before, he worked his way around the shoe with his mouth, but this time he slurped his own seed off the material. It was still wet, and nothing could ever get it truly clean again, but he gulped down the pearly globs as the glowing eyes of the pumpkin girl watched on. When he was done, his face was smeared with sweat, spit, and his own jizz, and his dick was miraculously rock hard again. The black Converse glistened with the same fluids, and the girl’s stockings still showed the telltale streaks.
The pumpkin didn’t show any expression beyond the same glowing grin, but she seemed satisfied by his work and stood. When she walked back toward the kitchen, Dillon followed. He wasn’t even thinking anymore. He was an animal, following his primal instincts. His mouth was watering and a string of drool fell from his lips. His cock waved in the air and his red Chucks squeaked on the hardwood as he waddled after her with his pants around his knees. She stopped at the table and placed both hands on the surface. Her round ass was presented to him and she turned her pumpkin head to look at him. In one motion, Dillon flipped up her little black skirt and revealed her glistening mound. He thrust his dick forward and plunged inside. Her hot wetness enveloped him and sucked him in. She gripped down on him and raised up on the toes of her Chucks to give him a better angle. Dillon’s tongue lolled out as he pounded away at her like an object.
Time once again blurred for him. He was hypnotized by the slapping of their flesh, the squeaking of their sneakers on the floor, and the raw carnal pleasure of his dick being swallowed by her tight cunt. He thrust so hard that she fell forward onto the table, her feet kicking up into the air behind her. She was small enough that Dillon’s hands around her waist were enough to hold her ass up, though, and he pounded away relentlessly. The sounds coming from him were guttural. A chair was knocked over, and the fake flowers on the middle of the table were flung to the floor. The mysterious girl took this animalistic pounding and never made a sound, but the quivering of her pussy, the clenching of her snatch on Dillon’s rod, and the way her sneakered feet fluttered behind her all sent the same message; She was in just as much ecstasy as he was.
Dillon’s head was swimming and he was completely overstimulated. He thought the pleasure was going to drive him mad soon. It was a relief when he finally felt the building pressure in his gut and he let out a roar. He didn’t know how long it had been since the shoejob, but he felt every single last drop of cum drain from his body as he pumped it deep into the pumpkin girl’s tight cunt. At the same time he felt her whole body shake, and her hand pounded the table. She clamped down like a vice as they came together. By the time Dillon pulled out he was completely flaccid and his balls were already sore. A combination of both of their cum was flowing out of her pussy and down the insides of both of her legs. It ran down the stockings and dripped into the top of her hightop All Stars as she stood.
Dillon felt his knees wobble again, but also felt a weird lightness in his head. He stepped back from the table and felt the world lurch. He wasn’t aware he was falling until the ground smacked him in the side and his head bounced off the floor. His eyes went fuzzy and the world swam. In the blur as his eyelids shut he saw the black sneakers step in front of him and looked up at the glow of the pumpkin, still grinning at him from atop the girl’s shoulders. It was the last thing he remembered before everything went black.
When Dillon finally awoke, he was confused. He was in his bed, naked, and tucked into the sheets. It was morning. He felt a splitting pain in his head and reached up to feel it. There was a sizable lump on the side of his head, but there was also a large bandage that someone had placed over it. On the bedside table, there was a fresh bottle of water, an ice pack, and a bottle of aspirin. Sitting up, he saw his clothes from the night before carefully folded on the chair, and his red Converse on the ground in front of them. With a groan, he stood and put some pajama pants on. The events of the night before were crystal clear to him, even if they didn’t make the most sense. The only thing he wasn’t sure of was how he’d gotten up to bed.
“Hello?” he called out as he reached the bottom of the stairs. The house was quiet. There were no signs of anyone there. His heart sank a little and he rubbed the lump on his head. Rounding the corner into the kitchen, he froze. Everything was in order, the chairs were all set around the table like they were supposed to be and the centerpiece was back in place. But sitting on the table grinning at him was a pumpkin. It was one he would recognize anywhere. It was the same pumpkin that had grinned at him from atop the body of the girl from the night before. He was sure of it. The only difference was the glow. Whereas before the light was solid and impenetrable, this morning it was gentle and flickering. A single candle shone from inside. Next to the pumpkin on the table, carefully arranged like a storefront display, was a pair of black hightop Converse. Dillon snatched one up immediately. The canvas was still wet, and the rubber was still streaked. When he raised the opening of the shoe to his nose it reeked of sex. They were definitely the shoes, and this was definitely the pumpkin. He looked toward it again. This time he noticed the corner of a piece of paper sticking out underneath. He carefully slid it out.
“Thanks for the fun. See you next Halloween” the note read. At the bottom, instead of a signature, the writer had simply drawn the triangular eyes and grinning pointed mouth of the jack-o-lantern. Dillon smiled and let out a singular laugh. It was only at that moment that something struck him as wrong. He tipped the pumpkin to look at it again. Then lifted the lid and looked inside. He blew out the candle and his eyes went wide. His jaw dropped.
The bottom of the pumpkin was solid. There was no hole for a girl’s head to fit through.
Pumpkin Girl- A Halloween Sneaker Story
Halloween had come again, and once again Dillon had waited until the last minute to make any plans. Work had been crazy for the month of October, and he hadn’t even realized that it was going to be Halloween weekend until the Thursday right before. Thankfully, his next door neighbors had slid an invitation into his mailbox for a costume party on Saturday night. Audrey and Nick next door always threw incredible parties with lots of decorations. They also had lots of attractive single friends who liked to show up, so Dillon held out a little hope that he might not be going home alone after all. At the very least, he was going to enjoy seeing all of the skimpy costumes this year.
“Shit,” Dillon said to himself aloud, He needed a costume. It took him most of the day Friday at work to think of something. All he knew is that he wanted to wear his Converse. Dillon was a bit of a sneaker freak, with a particular kink for Converse All Stars. He could only hope that there would be a girl at the party wearing a pair too. If he wore his own Chucks, Dillon thought, maybe he’d have an organic way to point out a girl’s sneakers and start up a conversation. It was wishful thinking, he’d admit. Dillon had never been great with women and usually chickened out before he actually talked to an attractive girl at a party. Still, he felt a little more confident wearing his Converse so he needed a costume to match. He finally settled on the perfect idea. He grabbed a worn denim jacket from his closet with ratty jeans, and bought the last long black curly wig from Spirit Halloween. He was going to go as Eddie from Stranger Things. The character didn’t actually wear Converse, but it worked. He also knew that girls loved that character.
Saturday dragged by a little, but Dillon kept himself busy. When the sun set and the last kids had finished trick-or-treating, Dillon laced up his favorite old pair of beat up red hightops. Sure enough, as soon as he stepped out into the driveway he could hear the music coming from next door. Audrey and Nick had really outdone themselves this year. The yard was full of tombstones and inflatable ghosts, and jack-o-lanterns lined the porch steps. Through the windows he could see that all the lights inside had been replaced with green, orange, or red light and there were fake cobwebs everywhere. People were already gathered in the garage around a beer pong table and a campfire crackled in a fire pit in the driveway.
“Hey neighbor!!” Someone yelled. Dillon turned to see Audrey walking down the steps smiling. Audrey was tall and gorgeous and looked like a model. She was dressed as a football referee and looked great. Dillon groaned to himself when he saw that she also had some crisp black Chuck 70s on with her costume, but he composed himself and gave her a wave. “Oh man, great costume! We love that show!” Audrey said excitedly. “And hey! Nice kicks!” she waved her own sneakers at him.
“Yeah! Nice!” Dillon said, mustering up feigned excitement. His strategy had worked perfectly but Audrey, his happily married next door neighbor with a young child, wasn’t who he’d had in mind. This interaction and her costume would have to be relegated to the spank bank like everything else. After getting through the usual smalltalk, Audrey excused herself to fix a snack tray and Dillon moved to start exploring the house and other guests. A few of the neighbor guys that Dillon knew pretty well were in the garage and a few of the married couples were congregating in the kitchen around the food. There were a handful of people Dillon didn’t know, but there were only a few single women there and none of them were wearing sneakers.
To Dillon’s disappointment, it turned out to be a pretty tame party. The guys mostly hung out in the garage drinking beer and playing pong and cornhole in the driveway, and the girls sat around inside. There was a dance floor in the living room but the only people dancing were couples that came together. Dillon got lots of compliments on his costume, but that was it. He briefly tried to strike up a conversation with a girl dressed as a cheerleader, but it turned out she thought he was dressed as a generic rockstar. She also made a point to mention that her boyfriend was on the way and that he was dressed as a football player to match her. Dillon resigned himself to an evening with the boys and got another beer. Still, it was a pretty good time. He enjoyed a good campfire and got caught up in a rousing cornhole tournament. His romantic hopes hadn’t panned out, but a few free beers and some good friends almost made up for it.
It was starting to get late when Dillon finally wandered inside again. He had to pee and thought he’d grab some more of those good looking cookies that Audrey had made. As he came out of the bathroom, he was pleasantly surprised to see that there were a lot more people around than he’d remembered. There were a good number of girls on the dance floor now. Dillon took up position near the desserts to watch. Maybe it was a little late in the evening, but at least he finally got to see some girls in skimpy costumes shaking their butts to the loud hip hop music. There was a distinct lack of sneakers, but at least Audrey’s hot friends had finally shown up. He took a bite of cookie. That’s when he saw her.
At first he thought the flash of white rubber on the dance floor was just Audrey again (he’d been seeing her shoes all night), but suddenly the crowd parted just right and he realized that it couldn’t be. Over near a group of girls dancing in a circle was the girl who had caught Dillon’s eye. She was a little shorter than some of the others, but she stood out. She was wearing a black dress with a short skirt and a collar, like something Wednesday Addams would wear, knee high black stockings, and a shiny new pair of black hightop Converse laced tightly on her feet. Somehow, even to Dillon, the sneakers weren’t the most notable part of her wardrobe though. Her real costume was the full sized pumpkin she was wearing over her head.
Even across the room, Dillon could tell it was real and not a plastic prop. It had a smiling face cut in the front with a yellow glow coming out. It was really impressive, actually. Dillon had seen girls on Instagram do the same thing for the aesthetic but usually there was a big hole in the bottom and their faces were clearly visible through the front. As she turned though, Dillon couldn’t see her face at all. It was just the smiling glow of the Jack-o-lantern, and he noticed that the bottom of the pumpkin was flush with her neck. Still, even without seeing her face, Dillon knew this girl was cute. She had a round butt and nice breasts, and didn’t look too skinny. She also had a confidence, dancing by herself, that he immediately noticed. All that on top of the fact that her sneakers alone were enough to have Dillon hard in his pants already. Suddenly he noticed the glowing eyes pointing in his direction and she gave a little finger-waggling wave. It was playful and cute and Dillon wasn’t totally sure it was even directed at him. The pumpkin girl turned away and started dancing again, waving her hips invitingly. The music was way too loud, but Dillon could imagine the sound her Chucks were making squeaking on the wooden floor as she turned and swayed.
Sensing there was no time like the present, Dillon took a final swig of the beer he’d been working on and made his way over. He wasn’t a dancer but the liquid courage was taking hold. He walked up and began dancing behind her. She turned and looked up toward him. Inside the pumpkin was still a solid glow obscuring her face. “Hey,” he shouted over the din of the music. She gave him another playful finger waggle wave. “I like your costume,” he added. She gave a twirl and curtsied. “I, uh, really like your shoes.” Dillon said as the music switched to a sultrier R&B song. “I have the same ones.” It sounded lame as soon as it came out of his mouth, but he was too tipsy and horny to care. The girl put her hands under her pumpkin chin and turned to cutely kick up her heel behind her. She started dancing with him, putting her hands on his shoulders and chest as she moved her body to the song. “Can you talk in that thing?” Dillon asked with a chuckle. She shook her big pumpkin head. “Okay well have we met before?” He added. She shook her head again. “How do you eat or drink with that thing on?” He asked over the music. This time she just shrugged and turned around. For a moment Dillon feared that he had scared her away but instead she had started grinding on him. He was suddenly aware of how sexy the music was and how close to him this girl was. Her ass rubbed the front of his jeans as they moved together. Looking down he could see her black Converse standing between his red ones. It was a bit of a dream come true and he was struggling to process that it was really happening. They stayed there for a few songs, Dillon not bothering to ask her any more questions.
As a particularly sultry song finished, he became conscious of how obvious it must be that his dick was fully erect in his pants. Considering the way her butt was rubbing his crotch, she must have. It was only a moment later that his fears were confirmed, when she reached one hand back and placed it directly on the stiff bulge in his jeans. He gasped, and started to try to formulate an apology, but then she stroked it gently. Her pumpkin head turned to look over her shoulder for just a second. She was bold, Dillon thought, and he was never going to have a better chance than this. Mustering all his courage, he leaned in to where he thought an ear might be and asked “Do you want to get out of here?” just loud enough for the two of them to hear, he hoped. She gave his dick one last gentle stroke behind her back before turning toward him. She nodded rapidly and clapped her hands in front of her with excitement. Taking her by the hand, Dillon led her toward the door.
The street was quiet as they slipped outside. Dillon was careful to avoid the front of the house and all the attention it would bring. Instead, he led her out the side and over to the gate in the fence between his property and Audrey and Nick’s. She skipped cutely across the yard as he closed the gate behind him and chased after. They reached the door together and she once again reached down and rubbed the crotch of his jeans as Dillon unlocked the door. He shuddered, feeling himself leak precum with excitement, and led her inside. In the kitchen she gave a spin, looking around the house. She found his stereo and hit play on some halloween music, turning down the volume so that it was just providing atmosphere, and scooted up to sit on the counter in the center of the kitchen.
“So, what do you…” Dillon started to ask as he pulled off the wig that was starting to get hot and itchy, but he stopped when he saw that she was already beckoning him forward with one finger. Licking his lips, he approached. As he got close, though, she raised her right leg and placed the sole of her sneaker against his chest, keeping him from getting any closer. Dillon responded by putting his hands on her leg and rubbing her calf through her stocking, moving down to put his hands over her black hightop Chuck and feel the soft canvas and clean rubber. “Are you going to, you know, take that thing off?” He asked, a little meekly, looking toward her pumpkin head. The pumpkin shook left and right. That was a no. “Then how am I supposed to kiss you?” he asked. He thought it was a clever line, all things considered. The girl rubbed her pumpkin chin to show that she was thinking, then raised a finger in the universal sign for “I have an idea”. Her foot began to slide up Dillon’s chest and toward his face. He knew what he wanted to do, but was still trying to play it cool. As though she was reading his mind, she tapped one finger against the mouth of her pumpkin head and then pointed at her black sneaker.
That was all the invitation Dillon needed. He had been fantasizing about the taste of these sneakers since he first saw them on the dance floor. He took the heel gently in one hand and placed a careful kiss on the center of the sole, and then another. He kissed up and down the entire sole, then moved to the rubber sidewall. He ran his lips up and down the instep, eventually letting his tongue poke out and drag across the rubber. He was lost in the thrill of kissing this cute girls’ Converse and didn’t notice her other foot until it was pressed firmly against the rock hard rod in his jeans. He licked the canvas of her right shoe and kissed the laces. His hips began to gyrate reflexively, pushing his dick against her left shoe. All the time, the mysterious girl sat back on the kitchen counter, her hands behind her, her pumpkin head tilted slightly to the side as she watched. The glowing orange grin remained as unchanged and enigmatic as ever.
Dillon didn’t know how long he made out with her sneaker. His tongue was starting to feel a little dry but he truly didn’t care. He was only snapped out of it when she suddenly pulled both feet away and put them up on the counter beside her. Dillon’s tongue instinctively licked the air where the shoe had just been one more time before he registered what she was showing him. With her feet on the edge of the counter and her knees spread apart, her skirt fell back to reveal a glistening, pale, hairless pussy. She hadn’t been wearing underwear for the whole evening, apparently. She put one finger against her pumpkin mouth seductively, and with her other hand gently rubbed circles around her clit invitingly. This invitation was clear as well. Dillon licked his lips and dove in. His mouth clamped around her snatch and he began to run his tongue up and down her lips. He wasn’t particularly experienced, but the passion in the moment drove him forward. He lapped at her sweet juices and plunged his tongue as deep as he could, over and over. When this got too tiring, he focused on suckling her clit and went to work with his fingers. He snaked them inside her and curled them up to find the spot he’d read about. Her hips bucked and shook as he did. To his left and right he could still see the bright white of the All Star patches next to his head, and this only drove him further. He once again lost track of time, and only stopped when her thighs clamped down on his head. Her whole body shook and he felt liquid dripping down his chin.
When she released him, he fell back. He felt sweat on his forehead and tore his jacket and shirt off. The pumpkin girl only took a moment to compose herself before hopping off the counter and moving toward him. He stood, just in time for her to grab his waistband and fumble with it. His belt popped open and he felt his cock spring free of his jeans. Her soft hands immediately wrapped themselves around his shaft, and she led him cock-first into the living room. Turning around, she sat back onto his couch and lifted her feet. The arches of her Converse clamped around his shaft and he let out a groaning cry of pleasure. He’d always dreamed of fucking a girls feet in some fresh sneakers. His hands gripped her ankles and he began to thrust between them. The head of his cock was rubbing between the ankle patches and precum smeared the canvas. He was thrusting so hard that he could see the print of the soles on his thighs. While he did this she had started working her fingers into her still-dripping pussy again. Dillon began to whimper and a “yes, yes, yes” escaped his lips. He felt his balls tighten and his whole body tensed. The girl pulled her legs back away from his cock and clamped her ankles together but it didn’t matter, nothing was going to stop what was coming. The first streak of cum splattered off of the girl’s black stocking around her shin. Dillon grabbed his shaft with his fist and kept pumping. He let out a strangled cry as he began to pump cum onto her shiny new Chucks. It sprayed onto the laces, dripped off the toes, and soaked into the fabric. The girl once again clapped with delight.
Dillon felt his knees wobble and sat down on the floor. The girl held her cummy sneakers out to admire them herself, flexing her ankles and looking at them from all angles. Then she held them out toward Dillon once more. He looked at them confused for a moment and looked toward the girl. Her pumpkin head tilted curiously, and she ran one finger along her glowing grinning mouth again. The signal was clear. This had never been a part of Dillon’s fantasy before, but in the heat of the moment, even after the hardest orgasm of his life, he didn’t think twice. He leaned forward and placed his lips around the toe of the girl’s left shoe. He felt the warm, slimy sensation of his hot cum on his lips and tongue and he began to suck. Just like before, he worked his way around the shoe with his mouth, but this time he slurped his own seed off the material. It was still wet, and nothing could ever get it truly clean again, but he gulped down the pearly globs as the glowing eyes of the pumpkin girl watched on. When he was done, his face was smeared with sweat, spit, and his own jizz, and his dick was miraculously rock hard again. The black Converse glistened with the same fluids, and the girl’s stockings still showed the telltale streaks.
The pumpkin didn’t show any expression beyond the same glowing grin, but she seemed satisfied by his work and stood. When she walked back toward the kitchen, Dillon followed. He wasn’t even thinking anymore. He was an animal, following his primal instincts. His mouth was watering and a string of drool fell from his lips. His cock waved in the air and his red Chucks squeaked on the hardwood as he waddled after her with his pants around his knees. She stopped at the table and placed both hands on the surface. Her round ass was presented to him and she turned her pumpkin head to look at him. In one motion, Dillon flipped up her little black skirt and revealed her glistening mound. He thrust his dick forward and plunged inside. Her hot wetness enveloped him and sucked him in. She gripped down on him and raised up on the toes of her Chucks to give him a better angle. Dillon’s tongue lolled out as he pounded away at her like an object.
Time once again blurred for him. He was hypnotized by the slapping of their flesh, the squeaking of their sneakers on the floor, and the raw carnal pleasure of his dick being swallowed by her tight cunt. He thrust so hard that she fell forward onto the table, her feet kicking up into the air behind her. She was small enough that Dillon’s hands around her waist were enough to hold her ass up, though, and he pounded away relentlessly. The sounds coming from him were guttural. A chair was knocked over, and the fake flowers on the middle of the table were flung to the floor. The mysterious girl took this animalistic pounding and never made a sound, but the quivering of her pussy, the clenching of her snatch on Dillon’s rod, and the way her sneakered feet fluttered behind her all sent the same message; She was in just as much ecstasy as he was.
Dillon’s head was swimming and he was completely overstimulated. He thought the pleasure was going to drive him mad soon. It was a relief when he finally felt the building pressure in his gut and he let out a roar. He didn’t know how long it had been since the shoejob, but he felt every single last drop of cum drain from his body as he pumped it deep into the pumpkin girl’s tight cunt. At the same time he felt her whole body shake, and her hand pounded the table. She clamped down like a vice as they came together. By the time Dillon pulled out he was completely flaccid and his balls were already sore. A combination of both of their cum was flowing out of her pussy and down the insides of both of her legs. It ran down the stockings and dripped into the top of her hightop All Stars as she stood.
Dillon felt his knees wobble again, but also felt a weird lightness in his head. He stepped back from the table and felt the world lurch. He wasn’t aware he was falling until the ground smacked him in the side and his head bounced off the floor. His eyes went fuzzy and the world swam. In the blur as his eyelids shut he saw the black sneakers step in front of him and looked up at the glow of the pumpkin, still grinning at him from atop the girl’s shoulders. It was the last thing he remembered before everything went black.
When Dillon finally awoke, he was confused. He was in his bed, naked, and tucked into the sheets. It was morning. He felt a splitting pain in his head and reached up to feel it. There was a sizable lump on the side of his head, but there was also a large bandage that someone had placed over it. On the bedside table, there was a fresh bottle of water, an ice pack, and a bottle of aspirin. Sitting up, he saw his clothes from the night before carefully folded on the chair, and his red Converse on the ground in front of them. With a groan, he stood and put some pajama pants on. The events of the night before were crystal clear to him, even if they didn’t make the most sense. The only thing he wasn’t sure of was how he’d gotten up to bed.
“Hello?” he called out as he reached the bottom of the stairs. The house was quiet. There were no signs of anyone there. His heart sank a little and he rubbed the lump on his head. Rounding the corner into the kitchen, he froze. Everything was in order, the chairs were all set around the table like they were supposed to be and the centerpiece was back in place. But sitting on the table grinning at him was a pumpkin. It was one he would recognize anywhere. It was the same pumpkin that had grinned at him from atop the body of the girl from the night before. He was sure of it. The only difference was the glow. Whereas before the light was solid and impenetrable, this morning it was gentle and flickering. A single candle shone from inside. Next to the pumpkin on the table, carefully arranged like a storefront display, was a pair of black hightop Converse. Dillon snatched one up immediately. The canvas was still wet, and the rubber was still streaked. When he raised the opening of the shoe to his nose it reeked of sex. They were definitely the shoes, and this was definitely the pumpkin. He looked toward it again. This time he noticed the corner of a piece of paper sticking out underneath. He carefully slid it out.
“Thanks for the fun. See you next Halloween” the note read. At the bottom, instead of a signature, the writer had simply drawn the triangular eyes and grinning pointed mouth of the jack-o-lantern. Dillon smiled and let out a singular laugh. It was only at that moment that something struck him as wrong. He tipped the pumpkin to look at it again. Then lifted the lid and looked inside. He blew out the candle and his eyes went wide. His jaw dropped.
The bottom of the pumpkin was solid. There was no hole for a girl’s head to fit through.
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Re: Converse Stories
One of the best novels I’ve read, i was completely engaged with it, please write more like this, it was truly fantastic!
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