Converse Stories

[visitor9000]

I miss being able to read these without the need to make a Tumblr account, which I have no interest in doing...

[chucko]

Well as long as you can click that link and still see the story (which you should?) then I will keep dropping links in this thread so that you don't need to make an account to follow me.

[visitor9000]

This is what's always come up when I go there, for the last 2 years or so. Not sure when it changed - used to be able to visit like normal, there was no "safe mode" content control bullshit. Anyway, I know I'm just being stubborn...it's Tumblr's fault, not yours, so it's them I'm upset with. Sorry if it came across that way. I do appreciate your literature.

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[heyheyhey55555]

This is what's always come up when I go there, for the last 2 years or so. Not sure when it changed - used to be able to visit like normal, there was no "safe mode" content control bullshit. Anyway, I know I'm just being stubborn...it's Tumblr's fault, not yours, so it's them I'm upset with. Sorry if it came across that way. I do appreciate your literature.




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Its best to make an account on the app, its what i done. as then i can see all the stories.

[chucko]

Hey everyone! Since the Tumblr sneaker community is imploding, I'm going to start posting my stories on here again. There are a few that I haven't posted on here yet. Most of them will go on this thread moving forward. It'll also be a good chance to hear your ideas for what kind of stories you want to read!

[chucko]

A fun one I just wrote called Girls' Night. Enjoy!

Girls Night

“What are you doing home?” Scott heard his fiancé call from the kitchen as she walked in the back door. They were in their mid twenties and had moved in together a little less than a year ago. He heard her set some groceries on the counter and walk toward the living room. He always knew where Stacey was in the house because she was the type who always wore her shoes inside. “What happened to that work thing you were supposed to go to?” She said, standing in the doorway, hands on her hips.

“Moved it to next week.” Scott shrugged. He was kicked back on the couch watching TV.

“But it’s girls’ night!” Stacey said with a tinge of disappointment. Scott held back a smile. She was cute when she pouted like this. She was standing with her arms crossed, wearing some torn and faded jean shorts, one of her old sorority tanktops, and of course, a pair of Converse All Stars. Today they were an older pair of white lowtops, but Scott had long since lost track of how many pairs she had. Stacey was one of those girls with a special shelf rack just for her sneaker collection. When they had first met he thought he remembered her saying she had 70 some, but by now he figured she must have over a hundred. It was inconvenient for closet space in their small townhouse, but they were cute enough, and it was a fun quirk that made his fiancé unique. She wore them with everything.

“Listen, Jenna and Beth are coming later. We’ve had it planned for months. So you’ll have to make yourself scarce.” Stacey said, rolling her eyes and walking back to the kitchen.

“Seriously? Babe, I wanted to watch TV.” Scott said with some disbelief.

“I promised them an evening with just the girls,” Stacey said apologetically as she put away a few bottles of wine in the fridge. “We’ve got wine and snacks and games all planned out.”

“I like games,” Scott said jokingly. Stacey rolled her eyes with mock annoyance and threw a bag of chips at him.
“Can you just stay downstairs?” She asked sincerely. “Please, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Scott pretended to think about it before agreeing. She gave him a quick kiss and started shoving him out of the kitchen.
“Fine, fine, I’m going.” Scott chuckled as he grabbed his can of soda from the coffee table. He had another TV downstairs in the den, and he didn’t really have a problem playing video games by himself all night while Stacey and her friends braided each other’s hair or whatever. Just then, they heard the back door open.

“Hello hello!” the voices called. It was Jenna and Beth, two of Stacey’s closest friends. Jenna was taller with dark hair, while Beth was short, athletic, and blonde. Scott knew them both pretty well. They weren’t the collectors that Stacey was, but he noted that they were both wearing Converse too. Jenna had some black hightops she had been wearing for years, and Beth had light blue lowtops. Scott was glad that his fiance was so hot (he constantly joked about punching above his weight class) because her friends were very cute and might have otherwise caused a problem.

“I’m just leaving!” Scott called as he headed down the back stairs. The wedding planning had already gotten stressful, so he was glad Stacey was going to get a night with her friends. He booted up his computer and sat down for a solid evening of gaming.

About two hours had passed, and Scott paused his game. He had long since finished his drink, and he had forgotten to bring a snack with him. His stomach grumbled and he looked toward the stairway. He could probably make it to the fridge and back downstairs without the girls noticing, he figured. They would probably be too distracted by whatever romantic comedy they were watching. Quietly, he slipped up the stairs and gently turned the knob. Sure enough, as he cracked the door he could see that the kitchen was empty. Some music was playing from the living room and he thought he heard his fiancé’s voice. He creeped out the door toward his target but paused when he rounded the counter. There was a clear view into the living room and he wanted to make sure nobody was looking. He thought about how funny it would be to tell Stacey about this little covert mission later, and how much she would appreciate him upholding the sanctity of Girls Night.

He was distracted, however, by what he saw in the living room. He had expected to see the back of one of the girls’ heads over the top of the couch. Instead, he saw a long slender leg and a white sneaker dangling over the top edge. His fiance’s light brown hair was hanging over the left arm, indicating that she was laying down. Even stranger was the pair of feet in black hightop Converse that were sticking off the right side. It looked like Jenna was kneeling or laying face down on the couch too. A strange thought ran through Scott’s head, and he moved instinctively toward the living room, craning his neck to see what the two were up to. Caught up in the moment, he forgot to pay attention to his surroundings. Suddenly he felt a hand reach from behind him and plunge down the front of his pants. He jumped and started to shout out, but another hand shoved something into his mouth. It was soft fabric with a strong, salty taste. The hands clasped around his slowly swelling cock and over his mouth, keeping him from spitting out the fuzzy wad in his mouth. He felt himself getting pushed toward the living room.
“Oh ladies! We have a little guest,” he heard Beth say from behind him in a singsong voice as she led him toward the couch. Stacey and Jenna both sat up from the couch. Scott had a clearer view now and his eyes widened. Stacey had her shirt on but had discarded her shorts and panties and had been laying sideways on the couch. Jenna had been kneeling on the other end of the couch with her face buried between his fiancé’s legs, and she was topless. Her boobs were way bigger than Stacey’s, and her lips and chin were glistening. Scott also briefly noticed that there seemed to be a few more pairs of shoes scattered around the floor and coffee table next to the wine glasses and snacks.

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Stacey said with a wry smile “I told you to stay downstairs.” She scolded as she stood up and set down the wine glass she was holding. Jenna bit her lip and eyed Scott. “But I guess you’ve decided to come join us.” Scott had never seen this attitude from his fiancé before. She was mischievous, commanding, and confident. Not to mention the sexy swagger she had as she walked toward him. “You should know, Girls’ Night has very specific rules. Namely, the girls are in charge. No complaining. If you’re good, you’ll get rewarded.” She used one finger to lift his shirt sexily. Beth had to let go of his mouth to let Stacey pull his shirt completely off, and he tried to talk through what he was realizing was the dirty sock crammed in his mouth. It came out muffled and unintelligible. “No no no, we can’t have that” Stacey chided and put her hand over his mouth again. Reaching down she slipped off one of her white lowtop Converse. Lifting it up to her face she put the shoe to her face and inhaled deeply from the inside. “Mmmm, this should do,” she said, and placed the opening of the shoe over Scott’s nose and mouth. Beth kept a tight grip on his cock, which to his surprise was like a lead pipe in his pants. Scott took a deep breath of the sweet, sweaty sneaker and felt his cock throb a little more. Stacey pressed the shoe firmly against his face and he felt her begin to wrap the laces around his head. A moment later she backed away and Scott realized that the shoe was now firmly secured in place. He had no choice but to breathe through his fiance’s white chuck, and there was no way for him to talk or spit out the sock with the shoe over his mouth. He was stuck.

“Now let’s have a little fun!” Stacey said to the other girls. She took Scott firmly by both wrists and pulled him over to the couch. “Wait, one more thing” She added, and popped off her other sneaker. She placed it in Scott’s left hand and wrapped the laces around his wrist once. Taking his other wrist, she had him hold the shoe with both hands and quickly wrapped his other wrist. He was unable to do anything with his hands except grip the sneaker. With a solid shove to the chest he stumbled back onto the couch next to Jenna, who reached into his pants as well and began to stroke his member. Stacey quickly undid his zipper and yanked his pants down and completely off. “Have at him ladies, I’ve got to get a new pair of toys” Stacey said slyly. Jenna and Beth immediately pounced. Beth pulled his legs around so that he was laying on the couch, and Jenna licked her lips. Straddling his legs, the brunette stroked Scott’s dick which was standing straight up at attention. She also began to fiddle with her shorts. Beth followed suit, stripping out of her white shorts as well.

“God, this is what you’ve been keeping to yourself?” Jenna said as she slipped her panties off over her black hightops, eyeing Scott’s penis. Stacey giggled mischievously as she sat on the recliner and began lacing up some pink hightops. Scott had no way to resist when Jenna straddled him again and sank her warm, wet pussy onto his throbbing rod. He moaned into the sneaker tied to his face. He looked over at his fiancé, who was now watching from the recliner with a very pleased look on her face as her best friend fucked him. She spread her bare legs and revealed her dripping pussy, which she fingered seductively for him. His view was quickly cut short, however, as Jenna pulled his head up and buried his face in her large tits. Specifically, she was enjoying the feeling of Stacey’s white sneaker on his face rubbing her nipples while ground herself on Scott’s cock.

“Hey, no fair,” Beth whined. “You gotta share the new toys.” Jenna rolled her eyes sarcastically and pushed Scott’s head back onto the couch. “Thanks! Here you go,” Beth said as she rounded the couch, and handed some gray lowtops to Jenna before swinging one leg over Scott’s face so that she was facing Jenna. She sank her pussy down onto the sole of the sneaker on his face and began grinding as well. “I got those gray ones last week. Don’t they taste amazing?” Beth said with a giggle as she rode Scott’s face.

“Oh my god they’re delicious” Jenna gasped as she bounced on Scott’s cock. She used one of the gray sneakers to rub her nipple while she desperately licked the other. Her tongue ran up the rubber side and snaked around the shiny white toe. Putting the toe in her mouth she pushed it in as far as she could and sucked desperately. She even bobbed her head a few time, as though she were trying to deep throat a cock, before pulling it away gasping for breath. She licked up and down the sole over and over, never stopping her pace plunging her hot, moist pussy down onto Scott’s dick. Beth was performing similar acts with some navy blue lowtops. Stacey was very casually sipping her wine. She was also teasing her clit with one of her favorite black Converse. Every minute or so, she would lift the toe of the sneaker to her mouth and passionately lick it clean of her fluids.

“Hmmm, this is so good,” Beth moaned as she furiously ground herself on the sneaker on Scott’s face. He could feel a few drops of fluid dripping off the side of the sneaker and onto his cheeks. “Oooooh I’m gonna cummmmm”
“Mmmmm me too” Jenna cried out. She was now using both of the gray All Stars to massage her tits while she bounced on Scott’s cock as fast and as hard as she could.

“Oooh, Jen, you should make a mess of my new sneakers.” Beth moaned. “Please drench my little Chucks”
“Hnnnnn that’s such a good idea. God I want to mess up your cute little shoes” Jenna gasped. Setting both of the gray sneakers on Scott’s chest, she lifted herself up. His cock popped out of her but remained upright and throbbing. She pushed her hips forward and plunged her fingers into her dripping snatch as she began to shake.
“Oh god yes!” Beth screamed as Jenna’s fluids sprayed onto her gray Chucks and began to soak into the canvas. “Fuck that’s so hot! I’m cumming tooooo” Sure enough, Scott felt her weight lift off his face, but immediately found his face being soaked by her cum too. It sprayed onto his chin and ran down the sides of the sneaker and onto his cheeks and nose. He had to close his eyes as she drenched his face. The two girls slumped to the floor, breathing heavily and giggling with pleasure. Beth reached over and took her sopping gray sneakers back from Jenna and began casually lapping at the fluids with her tongue as well.

“Mmm, god those look so good, B” Stacey said from the chair. Scott was trembling as he looked toward his fiancé. He had just fucked her best friend and had his face ridden by another. His cock was so hard it hurt, and precum was oozing out in nearly a continuous flow. This side of her was unbelievably hot. She was still gently rubbing herself with the black sneaker. She caught Scott looking toward her and she beckoned with one finger. It was tough with the shoe over his face and his hands tied, but after some clumsy struggling he managed to sit up and then stand. He shuffled toward her, his dick still sticking straight out, until he got close enough for her to reach out and stop him with her foot, clad in a pristine pink hightop sneaker. “You see, baby,” she said in a sexy playful voice, “we have a lot of fun on Girls Night. You want to see our favorite thing though?” She asked seductively. Scott gulped but his dick was so hard and he was so desperate to cum he was willing to agree to anything. He nodded. “Mmmm, I’m glad.” Stacey said with a satisfied smile as she gently traced the toe of her sneaker up and down the length of his shaft. His dick twitched again and precum dribbled onto her sneaker. “Once we’ve had our fun then we’ll let you have your reward.” Lifting her feet she put both of her sneakers against his chest, exposing her pussy to him. However, she didn’t let him any nearer, so his cock was forced to throb in the air a foot away. Lifting her black lowtop to her mouth she coated the toe with her tongue before moving it back down to her crotch. Pressing the toe against her outer lips, Stacey’s mouth made a small o as the pleasure briefly broke through her confident seductive persona. Biting her lip she pressed the toe of the shoe harder against her opening. Scott’s eyes widened as he watched the toe disappear into her pussy. She let out a soft moan as the toe fully entered her, followed by the first row of laces. She slowly pulled it back out and revealed the canvas that had begun soaking up her fluids and the glistening rubber. When the tip of the toe reappeared, she began to push it back in. She was fucking herself with a shoe as Scott looked on in awe. Scott felt hands fiddling around the back of his head and suddenly the white sneaker was removed. He now had a much better view as Stacey shoved the black lowtop into herself over and over again. One of her feet in a pink hightop moved up and began to caress his face. Scott closed his eyes and savored the feeling of the smooth rubber as it pressed against his skin. He could smell the scent of fresh sneakers and he found that he loved it. He looked down and saw that Beth and Jenna had both knelt on either side of Stacey. They had each taken off one of their own sneakers and were plunging them into themselves too. Scott’s cock was on fire at this point and the precum was flowing fully as he watched the three women fucking themselves with their favorite chucks. The black lowtop flashed in and out of Stacey’s snatch as she began to moan. Jenna had shoved her black hightop into her cunt until the ankle patch was barely visible. Beth was expertly ravaging herself with her blue lowtop with short fast thrusts.

“Aren’t you glad you came upstairs, baby?” Stacey said breathily. “Aren’t you happy you get to see what we really do with our Converse?” Scott couldn’t help but moan through the sock and nod furiously. Stacey bit her lip and put her feet back on his chest as she began to shake. Her eyes rolled and she pulled the sneaker out of her pussy fast. Scott had never seen her squirt in all the time they had been dating, but even over a foot away his crotch was sprayed with her juice as she screamed out in pleasure. She put the shoe in front of her pussy again as she squirted the toe and sent fluids everywhere. It was like putting your thumb over a hose, Scott thought. Even Beth and Jenna caught some of the spray, though they were distracted by their own orgasms which made a mess of their own shoes. Their moans echoed through the house. Stacey pulled her feet away and sat up straight, catching her breath. Scott saw the other two giggle to each other as they put their dripping sneakers back on their feet.
“Well you were a very good boy, baby,” Stacey said, standing up and placing her hands gently on his bare chest. “So I promised you’d get a reward. You can break in these new pink sneakers for me. It’s the first time I’ve worn them so they’re totally fresh and clean. Oh, and you wanted a snack, so here.” She took the sopping black lowtop in her hand. Gently she removed the sock from his mouth and placed the toe of the sneaker in there instead. Scott opened his mouth wide and took the whole toe into his mouth. He sucked the rubber and savored the taste of Stacey’s cum all over it. Stacey then sat back and lifted her feet in the pink sneakers. She presented them just in front of his painfully hard dick. Beth and Jenna nodded to each other and leaned forward. Their lips met on either side of his cock and Scott bit down on the toe of the shoe in his mouth. Their tongues swirled around his shaft and flicked against the head that was already about to blow. With a final cry, Scott felt an eruption blast out of his manhood. A spray of cum splattered Stacey’s left sneaker from the ankle all the way to the toe. Jet after jet of hot jizz rocketed out over the pink Converse as Scott shook. He had never cum like this. It didn’t stop either. More and more spunk continued to squirt onto the new shoes, until he lost the power to reach the toes and then it continued to ooze out onto the floor. The shoes were plastered and the three girls squealed in pleasure. As his orgasm finally subsided, Scott’s knees buckled and he stumbled back and sank to the ground. He laid down and curled up, his hands still tied around the white lowtop, and the wet black lowtop still shoved in his mouth.
The girls straightened up the food and glasses and got dressed as he lay there. He wasn’t even aware of the back door opening as Stacey’s friends left for the evening. He heard the footsteps of Stacey’s jizz-covered Chucks walking around the kitchen and with a whimper he realized that he was getting hard again. Even after the climax of a lifetime he apparently needed more. This time, however, there were no sneaker sluts around to help him out. Looking down (which was difficult with the shoe still in his mouth) he saw the sneaker that was binding his hands. Since his hands were tied to either side of the shoe the opening was still available between them. Reaching down he whimpered with relief as he felt his erection slip inside the shoe. Still laying on his side, he began to fuck the sneaker in his hands.

“Oh, baby,” Stacey said sympathetically as she returned to the room. “Here, let me help you.” She walked over and pulled his hands away from his cock. He gave her a pleading look and she smiled kindly. “I know, I know,” she said, “one second.” Rolling him onto his back she straddled him and sank her wet cunt onto his dick. Scott’s eyes rolled back at the feeling. “Let me get these off of you. You did so good tonight.” She said warmly as she untied the laces on his wrists. As soon as his hands were free Scott grabbed the shoe in his mouth. But instead of removing it, he gripped it so that he could lick and suck it harder. The taste and feeling of it was driving him wild. “Oh you like that?” Stacey asked with a chuckle and began gently licking the side of the white lowtop she had just removed from his wrists. She was also gyrating her hips in the way she knew Scott loved.

‘Fuuuuucccckkkk” Scott finally rasped out as he pulled the sneaker away, his mouth free for the first time all evening. He began pumping cum deep into his fiancé while she gasped and began to climax as well. They came together and curled up on the floor. It took nearly an hour before Stacey finally stirred and helped Scott to his feet. She took him up and tucked him into bed, leaving a glass of water on the nightstand. She left to continue cleaning up downstairs. It was some time before she returned, and Scott was nearly asleep. He felt her slip under the covers next to him. “Mmmm, hey baby?” He mumbled. “I love you so much.” He rolled over to curl up with her, his favorite way to sleep.

“I love you too honey,” she whispered. In the darkness of the bedroom she smirked. Scott pulled her close and he smiled as well. He could feel her naked body against his, but instead of her cold bare feet, tonight he could feel her wearing a pair of her favorite sneakers.

[chucko]

Another fun story that I wrote a little while back, about a guy meeting a hot sneaker slut online. I might write more chapters to this one, too.

Sneaker Dream GIrl

Ryan’s heart was racing as he watched the Arrivals board. He had checked that particular flight from Baltimore a thousand times, but he once more made sure that it read “On Time.” He had arrived early, and was pacing around the baggage claim area. He had gotten a few strange looks from the security guards and desk agents at the airport, but he didn’t care. There was a very important guest on that flight, and he didn’t want to risk missing the arrival.

It had all started several months before. Ryan had been spending his Saturday with his favorite pastime: watching porn. He perused his usual search topics, including “Teen,” “School,” “Cheerleader,” “Emo,” and “Gym.” In reality, he was looking for any video with girls in sneakers. His fetish for women’s sneakers went as far back as he could remember, particularly for Converse All Stars. Finding a video he liked, he quickly copied the link. Dropping it into a blog post, he clicked Publish before returning to the video. Not only did he want to share the video with his followers, he also wanted to keep a record of his favorite links, and a blog was the perfect place to do it. A chime from his computer made him pause the video and go back to his blog post. A small “1” icon was hovering over the message inbox at the top. The message had no subject, but was from a user called “Slut4Chucks.”

Over the next few days, Ryan was rarely away from his computer. It turned out that Slut4Chick was not just some random girl. She was possibly the girl of Ryan’s dreams. She was a wild girl who got just as turned on by sneakers as he did. She had found Ryan’s blog when searching online for other people interested in Converse. The few guys online who had seen her posted photos had all drooled over them. She had a particular affinity for Converse and loved teasing her followers with pictures of her licking, sniffing, and sucking on her naughty sneakers. She had kept Ryan entertained for weeks with her kinky shoe stories and wasn’t shy about the details. She had a thing for being dominated, despite her confidence, and loved the idea of other guys getting off on her and her sneakers.

Things had changed, however, a week ago. Ryan and Slut4Chucks had become good friends, sharing more details than they would with most strangers on the internet. However, Ryan lived very far away, and he assumed that Slut4Chucks was probably beating away creepy guys with a stick. It was to Ryan’s surprise, then, when he awoke one morning to a message from her asking if they could finally meet. Her lease was ending and she needed a place to stay for a bit until her new apartment opened up. Two days later, the plane tickets were booked. Ryan continued pacing the baggage claim. He couldn’t believe he was here to pick up a random girl he had only ever seen in sexy photos on the internet. He shuffled his feet in his favorite black hightops, hoping he had made the right decision.

He was snapped out of the daze as a group of travelers passed him, the first people off of a plane that had just landed. As he wandered down toward the mass of travelers grouped around the baggage claim, he saw her. Her brown hair was pulled back with a sporty headband, and she was wearing faded jean shorts and a white tanktop. It was a typical “comfortable traveler” outfit, but what Ryan noticed first was her worn white Converse lowtops. She wasn’t the only traveler at the airport wearing Chucks, but Ryan recognized this pair well. He was used to seeing them with her tongue running up the toe, or pressed against her face in one of her sexy photos. He couldn’t help but stare. She was looking around at the other people in the terminal, but she must have noticed his gaze, because she started to walk over to him.

“H-Hi, I’m Ryan,” Ryan stammered as she walked up, “You must be…”
“Jess. My real name is Jess,” she interjected as she dropped her bag and gave him a hug. As she held him tightly he heard her whisper in his ear “I hope you’re ready.” Ryan gulped.

It was about an hour drive from the Airport to Ryan’s house. They went over the usual smalltalk while they drove at first. Ryan was surprised at how easy she was to talk to in real life. Jess was sitting with her feet up on the dashboard, and Ryan was having a hard time focusing. As Jess hugged her legs casually, she ran her hands over the toes of her sneakers. Ryan bit his lip, struggling to keep his eyes on the road.

“Hmm, this travel has made my feet sore,” Jess sighed, slipping one of her Chucks off. She flexed her toes and eyed the sneaker in her hand. “Uh oh, this one is awfully stinky,” she cooed. She brought it to her face and breathed deeply from the worn shoe. Ryan put on the cruise-control, just in case. His cock was like a steel rod in his lap. He locked his eyes on the car in front of him, trying to take deep breaths and avoid crashing. He was able to keep it up for a few minutes, until he had to check his side mirror, and caught Jess with one leg on the dashboard, her sneaker to her face, rubbing her crotch furiously with her fingers. She soon started gasping and moaning. Ryan’s face was beet red, and his knuckles were white as he steered the car through town. He thought his dick was going to burst. Right as she plunged her hand inside her shorts, Ryan turned the wheel sharply into his driveway and hit the brakes. With a deep breath, he put the car in park.

“We’re here!” he said with a combination of excitement and relief. Jess reluctantly slipped her shoe back on as Ryan got out and carried her luggage inside. “So this is my place,” he said, gesturing to his living room. “Umm, bathroom is over there, bedroom is through there. Basement is uh, downstairs. I think that’s the grand tour.” He added. Jess excitedly peeked into the bedroom and walked to the closet. “Oh what are you up to?” Ryan asked as she pulled open the closet door.

“Bingo,” she said happily. She leaned down into the closet and started tossing Ryan’s modest collection of Chucks out onto the bed. “Can you please grab my suitcase?” she asked sweetly. Ryan wasn’t sure what her plan was, but he happily obliged. Sure enough, when he came back into his room carrying her bag, Jess was lounging on the bed. She had one of his old black hightops in her hand, and was lazily running her tongue up the rubber side. “What? They looked like they needed a cleaning.” She said casually, seeing Ryan’s stunned expression. Dropping the black sneaker, she gestured for her bag. She quickly undid the zipper and flipped the top open, and began pulling out pairs of Chucks.

“You brought all of these?” Ryan said with astonishment as she pulled out her gray hightops, followed by her white ones. “I didn’t think you even had this many.”

“I didn’t,” Jess said with a wry smile, tossing the hightops onto the bed with the others and grabbing a pair of black lowtops out of the bag, “I got a few extras special for the trip.” She added, digging through the surprising number still left in the suitcase. There were only a few sets of clothes in the otherwise fully packed piece of luggage.

“Oh man,” Ryan said, still trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing.
“What?” Jess asked, flopping back onto the now considerable pile of sneakers on the bed. She still had her black lowtops in hand. “I mean, honestly, what kind of sneaker slut would I be if I didn’t bring all of the naughty little Chucks at my disposal?” She said it, not in a babyish tone, nor in the kind of sultry voice you’d expect that kind of dirty talk. Instead, her voice was sincere and matter-of-fact, as though it was common knowledge that a good sneaker slut brings her own shoes with her. “So do you want me to clean all of your sneakers, or would you rather see me with my little black Chucks?” she asked. Ryan just gaped at her again, and she rolled her eyes sarcastically, and stood up to approach Ryan. “You’ve seen me do this all the time in photos and videos, don’t you think it’s about time you saw it live?” She held the opening to one of the black lowtops up to her nose and inhaled deeply while she looked Ryan in the eye.

“Alright, if you insist,” Ryan said, discovering his confidence again. “on the bed?” he suggested. Jess smiled and laid back down on the sneaker-covered bed. She began passionately smelling the black All Star again, closing her eyes and fully enjoying the rubbery foot scent. Ryan remained standing, watching in awe, not moving in fear that his cock may burst out of his pants. For now, he was perfectly happy just watching the beautiful brunette spread out on a bed of sexy sneakers while she worshipped the lowtop. At first she would just gently trace her tongue along the racing strip, but the more she showed the sneaker affection, the more intensely she worshipped it. Soon she was sliding her whole tongue up the sole and across the toe, as if it were an ice cream cone and she was trying to lick up the drips.

“You seem to be enjoying that,” Ryan commented with a smirk. Jess nodded quickly, never taking the shoe away from her face. Her hand groped around below her and she pulled a red sneaker out from under her on the bed. Spreading her legs, she locked eyes with Ryan and pressed the toe of the red Chuck against the crotch of her jean shorts. Her face was mostly obscured by the black Chuck Taylor, but Ryan could see that her mouth was hanging slightly open, and her eyes were almost pleading. Her hips pressed forward into the sneaker a little more, and she was rubbing small circles on her mound with the toe. The white lowtops on her feet struggled to find grip on all the loose sneakers on the bed, and her breathing was becoming heavy and fast. Ryan saw her bite her lip and heard a quiet moan escape her mouth as her rubbing became faster. She kept her wide eyes on Ryan and put the toe of her black shoe in her mouth. Her rubbing became quick and focused as she sucked hard on the little black lowtop. Her last moan was muffled as she shuddered hard. Ryan could see the waves of pleasure roll through her as she came.

“Well?” she asked with a smile as her breath returned. “Did you like what you saw?” Ryan smiled and nodded. “Good.” She said, her eyes narrowing. “There’s just one thing I don’t think you quite get yet.” Standing she slid over to Ryan, pressing him against the wall. Her soft hand gently caressed the massive rod in his pants. “When I say I’m a sneaker slut, I mean that I’m *your* sneaker slut. Yours to use however you want. I’m a very naughty sneaker slave, but you’re letting me have all the fun.” Her face was very close at this point, and she was nearly whispering. She punctuated her sentence with a gentle squeeze on Ryan’s rock hard member.
“Hmm, well we’re alone here, so as a sneaker slave you are wearing way too much.” Ryan said slyly. Jess beamed eagerly, and pulled her tanktop over her head. She dropped her shorts to the ground and kicked them aside with her white Chucks.

“Better?” She asked.
“A little more,” Ryan urged her. She reached behind and unclasped her bra. Her perky breasts popped out, as though they were just as excited as she was. “Okay, well since you had fun with your new shoes, I’d like to join the fun. Fetch them please.” Ryan felt himself getting more confident as he saw how much Jess enjoyed being bossed around. “And a real sneaker slave would do it on her knees,” he added. Jess excitedly complied, dropping to her knees and crawling to where she had left the black lowtops on the bed. She put the laces in her mouth and crawled back, the sneakers dangling from her mouth like an obedient puppy. As she returned and sat back on her heels looking up at Ryan, he casually unzipped his fly. Jess didn’t need any more prompting. She kept the sneakers dangling from her mouth and reached up to release Ryan’s throbbing cock from his pants. Her soft hands wrapped around his shaft and stroked him gently. It was ecstasy, but Ryan knew he had been too turned on for too long, so he didn’t have long. “Use the sneakers,” he ordered her. Obediently she lifted one of the black lowtops and slid it onto Ryan’s dick. Ryan moaned as the canvas enveloped his cock. Her hands wrapped around the sneaker and she looked into his eyes as she moved it, fucking his cock deeper into her shoe. Ryan thrust his hips in time, feeling her hands gripping his member through the shoe. “Hold the shoes up,” he said through clenched teeth. He was trying to hold on for just a bit longer.

“Oh no, you’re not gonna mess up my new Chucks are you?” Jess asked playfully, holding both shoes flat in her left hand. Her right hand squeezed Ryan’s throbbing shaft as he nodded. It only took a few strokes of her soft hand. The reality of the situation came rushing to him in an instant. Here he was, in his bedroom, with the gorgeous girl from the internet stroking his cock, holding a sexy little pair of Converse Chucks. With a final groan, his cum exploded out the head of his cock. Despite her halfhearted protest before, Jess aimed it down at her black sneakers. Rockets of thick cum splattered off the toes and coated the canvas. Some of the stronger blasts flew clear past the shoes and spattered her naked breasts.

“Leave the mess,” Ryan said, breathing heavily. “They look too sexy dripping like that. We’ll deal with those later.” Jess nodded, and set the cummy sneakers aside. Gently she wiped the excess mess off the tip of his penis, licked her fingers clean, and tucked his cock back in his pants. He led Jess, still mostly naked, with cum still dripping down her perky tits, into the living room where he sat. He allowed her to stand and fetch them water. He had cum so hard that his balls ached, but he was still eager to get hard and do it again. “Those look awfully worn and dirty.” Ryan said, gesturing to her white lowtops as she returned from the kitchen.

“Oh they’re my oldest pair, I wear them all the time.” Jess said, admiring her sneakers. They’ve been through lots of parties, tailgates, and walks to class. I’m just sad I never got the chance to really walk around with them really soaked in cum before they became too dirty to lick off.

“Well that settles it, then.” Ryan said matter-of-factly. Jess looked at him curiously. “We are going shopping.” He proclaimed. “I want to take you to the mall and get you more, and I’ll cum them all you want. Plus, this will be a perfect chance for you to show everyone what a dirty sneaker slut you are.” Jess’s face lit up and she clapped her hands with excitement.

“You mean I get to be your naughty Converse pet in front of a mall full of people?” She asked excitedly. “And I get new sneakers to lick and smell and wear while they’re full of messy cum?”

“Yup! So you’d better get dressed. Why don’t you start with your messy black shoes? I want everyone at the mall to see all my cum dripping off them so they can tell how much of a naughty sneaker slut you are.” Ryan told her. With a gasp and a squeal, Jess ran off to get changed. Ryan got up to stretch and grab his wallet and keys. When Jess returned, Ryan felt his tired cock start to stir again. She was wearing the same tanktop as before, but she had replaced the shorts with a denim miniskirt, and she’d laced up the black lowtops from before. The canvas was shiny in spots, and globs of white spunk clung to the toes and sides. Ryan snorted to himself. He had really blown quite a load on those shoes. He also noted that Jess had skipped putting her bra back on, and her nipples were definitely noticeable under the thin cotton tank. Climbing into the car, Jess took extra care not to transfer any of the slimy mess from her shoes into the car. Fortunately, she was so excited at the prospect of visiting the mall and buying new shoes that she stayed relatively well behaved in the car.

“So where should we start?” She asked eagerly as they walked through the automatic doors. Ryan decided they would start with a lap of the mall, just to check things out. Really, he wanted to see her in public with her nasty sneakers as much as possible. He desperately wanted to catch people staring. Unfortunately, the mess on her shoes wasn’t glaringly obvious if you weren’t looking at it. However, Ryan couldn’t stop looking at it. The way she tapped her foot while they were waiting for their soft pretzels was hypnotic. So was the way she leaned down and used a bit of pretzel to get some special sauce from her shoe. She made sure to look right at Ryan when she took that bite.

“Okay, I think it’s time for some real fun. I see a shoe store over there,” Ryan said, pointing. Jess smiled mischievously. Sure enough, it was a hip store that specialized in sneakers, so nearly half the store was taken up by displays of Converse of every style and color. She was like a kid in a candy store, looking closely at every pair she saw, squeezing the toes and feeling the canvas. “What kind do you like?” Ryan leaned in to ask quietly.

“The kind that are soaked with your naughty spunk, and that are on my feet while you use me however you want.” She said quietly back. The response took Ryan off guard a little and he snorted in surprise.
“Anything I can help you folks with?” Came the voice of one of the store employees. He was an attractive, stylish hipster.
“Just looking for some new Chucks. They’re my favorite!” Jess said excitedly. “I have so many pairs already, but I can always use more.” She waved one of her feet at him.
“Yeah, I see you’ve already got the classics,” The employee started, but he trailed off seeing the mess on her shoes.

“We’ll let you know if we need anything!” Jess said cheerfully. The employee smiled meekly and went back to his desk looking puzzled. “Why don’t you pick out a pair for me first.” She said, turning to Ryan, who was holding back a laugh.

“Well let’s start with the basics,” he said, leading her down one of the back aisles. Glancing around, he checked that the confused looking store clerk was still at his counter. The aisles were only shoulder-height. He found a pair of her favorite white lowtops. “Why don’t you try these, he said, pointing to the bench behind them.
“But I already know my size oooooh,” Jess replied, as it dawned on her what he was asking. Eagerly she sat down so that her head was just below the level of the aisle shelves and lifted one leg onto the bench. Ryan did a double take when he saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties under her short skirt. Pulling one of the white sneakers out of the box, she took a big lick of one toe until the rubber was shiny and wet. Then she pressed it against her bare pussy and let out a quiet moan. Ryan struggled to split his focus between shoe shopping, keeping lookout, and watching Jess get off with the brand new sneaker. She seemed to know exactly how to work the shoe to hit her most sensitive areas. Ryan supposed it came from lots of practice, which was quite a turn-on.

“You know you have a little bit of an audience?” Ryan said with a chuckle, and pointed down the aisle. Even though Jess was well hidden from the checkout counter, anyone looking through the glass front of the store would have a clear view of her fucking herself with a the shiny white All Star. This only seemed to spur her on, however, as she spread her legs and went at herself with more vigor, as though she were trying to put on a good show. She was doing a good job, too. Ryan’s heart was racing and he was ready to have some fun himself. He went and collected a few boxes and returned right as Jess shuddered to climax with the spare white sneaker stuffed in her mouth to keep her quiet.

“Well I guess we’re buying those, then?” Ryan asked playfully. Jess quickly sucked her juices off the toe before putting them back in the box.
“Yes please! What else have you got for me?” She asked.

“I want to see you in these,” Ryan said excitedly, pulling out a pair of classic black hightops. “The rest I will save as a surprise. I’ll box up your lowtops and you can wear those out of the store.” He watched eagerly as she laced up the hightops. The canvas was still perfectly black and clean, and the rubber shone brightly in contrast. The hightops showed off Jess’s long legs and looked incredible with her short skirt. They checked out and walked back out into the mall. Jess was practically skipping in her new sneakers. “Next stop,” Ryan said, pointing to a department store. He made a bee line for the women’s section. Finding a changing room, they made a short act of pretending that she was going to try something on, before they both slipped inside. The changing stall was a bit small, but they didn’t plan on having much personal space anyway. As soon as they were inside, Ryan sat Jess down on the small bench and lifted her legs. Her pussy was still glistening and she gently fingered herself while Ryan yanked his pants off over his own hightops. His cock was standing at full attention, a drop of precum clinging to the tip. Jess licked her lips, but Ryan knew her mouth would have to wait. He grabbed the ankles of her new black Chucks and pressed the tip of his member against her folds. She was red hot and dripping wet, and when he pushed forward her tight cunt sucked him right in. She let out a pleasure-filled whimper, and Ryan’s eyes rolled back a little. Her pussy was heaven, gripping his cock tightly, just begging for him to pound away.

Never one to refuse such an invitation, Ryan pulled back and rammed forward again. He gripped the ankles of her shoes tightly, and pulled them in to his face. He built up a rhythm fucking the sneaker slut’s juicy pussy while he breathed in the rubbery smell of her brand new shoes. Jess was folded nearly in half in that position, and her head was crammed at an odd angle against the wall, but she clearly didn’t care. She was being used like a sex object, and she clearly couldn’t have been happier. Every thrust into her wet, vicelike snatch seemed to elicit even more pleasure as she mumbled something quietly about being a naughty slut who needed punishment. Ryan couldn’t hear her exactly with his face pressed into the soles of her shoes, but he didn’t really care. He had never felt such an amazing feeling on his dick, and all he wanted to do keep fucking her. In his wildest fantasies, he wished he could flip her around, plow her in other positions, and make her scream in pleasure while making her use her kinky sneakers in a variety of ways, but it was only the first day, and the excitement of the day was too much. It took all he had not to blast his spunk deep inside her pussy, but Ryan managed to pull out and grab Jess roughly by the hair. Her open mouth eagerly greeted his dick, providing yet another warm, wet sleeve for him to enjoy. Holding her tightly by either side of the head, Ryan pushed his cock all the way into her throat and groaned as he pumped cum down her gullet. He let go of her head when she choked a little, and nearly half of the spurts of hot sticky cum sprayed across her cheeks and nose. What she couldn’t swallow dribbled down her chin, and some dripped onto her white tanktop. She sucked his dick clean and smiled up at him.

“Did I do okay?” She asked sweetly.
“Baby, you’ve never looked better,” Ryan said with a smile.
Unlike a messy pair of sneakers, a cum plastered face stands out in a crowd. So when they returned to the mall they got reactions from nearly everyone they passed. There were gasps and sounds of disgust, but it didn’t matter. The Converse freak and his sneaker pet walked happily, hand in hand, carrying their bags of new shoes, past the startled and astonished weekend shoppers. It was only day one, and they had a lot of kinky fun ahead!

[chucko]

Hey all! Been a long time. I saw a bunch of you writing stories on here again and you got me back in the mood! I'm not planning to do any more of the long form, multi-chapter stuff anymore, but I've been really enjoying the works of Sneakerman over on Literotica and thought I'd try my hand at writing the kind of story he does. Here's a link to his writings.

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Story coming in the next post

[chucko]

Here it is! Starts slow but takes a wild twist at the end! I'll post a few inspiration photos afterward to help complete the picture, but enjoy!

My New Trainer:

Going to the gym every weekday morning is a difficult routine, but I started a few years back to help blow off some steam and stay active. I never took it too seriously, and never considered myself a gym-guy, but I lost a few pounds and felt more flexible and it helped a lot with my confidence. When my old gym closed downI knew I had to find another place to work out right away or else I was never going to be able to keep the routine going. Thankfully I found one of those little 24 hour fitness places close to my house and signed up for a membership. It wasn’t the big, fancy gym with lots of machines and equipment that I was used to at this point, but mostly I was disappointed about the people. My old gym was usually full of interesting folks getting their exercise in. As a guy with a sneaker fetish, I missed getting to see all the women in their workout shoes. In fact, I used to have to run to the locker room mid-set because a girl with some nice kicks would start stretching in front of me and I couldn’t lift with an erection. At least at this new place, my workouts would be shorter and I wouldn’t be interrupted as much.

After one day of exercise in the new, small storefront gym, I knew I needed to hire a trainer. Working out at 6am by myself was too boring. I went on the website and saw that there was only one trainer available during my usual time slot, named Julie. I scheduled her for 3 times a week, starting right away. The next morning, I got up and got ready for the gym as usual. I decided to get dressed there, even though it was very small and there was only a single unisex changing room with a shower, and a single unisex bathroom. It was only big enough for about 2 people to be in the whole gym at a time. There were a few small locker cubbies that I’d throw my clothes in while I worked. I didn’t know if it would be a leg day, so I grabbed my Nike running shoes but I also threw in my black hightop Converse. I loved any excuse to work out in my Chucks. I got to the gym a few minutes before my time and got changed. I stored my regular clothes and my Chucks in one of the little lockers and started stretching. I was distracted by the TV showing the morning news when I heard the door ding and turned around. My jaw nearly dropped. Julie was a goddess. Tall, around 6 foot, with lightly tanned skin and long light brown hair that had a big streak of pink, she was also in incredible shape. Her arms were toned and slender but still showed clear muscle, and her legs, thighs, and butt were all tight and round. She was wearing baby blue bike shorts that showed off her muscle and a tight black cropped workout top and sports bra. Most importantly, to my delight, she was wearing black hightop Converse with some white socks sticking out the top. With a smile she introduced herself and set her bag down near the lockers.

Julie didn’t waste any time. We immediately started a difficult stretching routine while she asked me about my fitness goals. It was hard to focus on her questions when I was distracted by her ass and her sexy sneakers. “I think I have a good idea now,” she said after grilling me for a few minutes. “We’ll start easy today and work our way up, and see how you feel. Most importantly, I tell all my clients that they should think of me as their partner. I’m not here to bark at you, and when we work out we do it together. I do everything you do. That will give us both breaks and help demonstrate form and stuff.” I told her that sounded perfect. She then proceeded to spend the next hour kicking my butt. Despite her claim that we were starting off easy, I was drenched in sweat and struggling to finish every set. Julie, on the other hand, looked like she was barely warmed up. I was in awe of her fitness, and sometimes found my form slipping because I would catch the gleam of the white toecap of her Chucks out of the corner of my eye and get distracted. When we finally finished I was dead. “That was a great start!” she said cheerfully. “I’m going to take a quick shower. I know that was a lot for you, but you pushed yourself and I’m really proud. Cool down and keep stretching and drinking water.” I nodded, taking another big swig from my bottle. I watched as she strolled over to the lockers and pulled out her bag. My eyes widened as she reached down and deftly untied her sneakers, loosened the top few laces, and kicked them off. My dick had been half swollen for the entire workout, but I felt it begin to grow as she lifted her shoes and casually stashed them in her locker. She took her bag and walked in just her socks across to the changing room and shower and I heard the water turn on just after the door shut.

Those Converse in the locker called to me in a way I can’t describe. I ached to feel them, touch them, even smell them. I wasn’t into foot stink but something about a girl that gorgeous made me positive that her shoes would smell exquisite. I looked once more at the door to the shower and crossed the room in a few strides. The lockers in this gym don’t have locks, since they’re just meant for you to store your stuff while you’re here and then take it when you leave. As silently as I could I lifted the latch, carefully opening the locker door. There they were. Based on the color of the rubber and wear of the soles I supposed they couldn’t be more than a few months old. The Chuck Taylors were exactly how I liked them, broken in enough to show that they’re worn regularly, but still well taken care of and clean. Julie probably only wore them to the gym and even then probably not every day. I touched the canvas and it was still warm and a little damp. The smell of the rubber and canvas was overpowering. The heat and sweat didn’t make them stinky, it just made the natural smell of the shoe stronger, and my dick was rock hard. I gently touched the rubber and caressed the toes. I ached for more but I didn’t know what kind of time I had, and this was still a public gym. Still, my cock was unmistakably hard in my shorts and I couldn’t be seen with a fully pitched tent. With a groan, I placed her shoes carefully back in the locker and shut it. I quickly moved over to my own locker and grabbed my own pair of black hightops. They were only about one size bigger, but I was never quite as turned on by my own shoes. Still, they would do for now. I rushed to the single bathroom with my shoes and freed my boner from my shorts and underwear. I plunged my face into my sneakers and began frantically pumping my dick with my fist. In my head I just pictured Julie stretching, reaching down and grabbing the toes of her Chucks, her round ass sticking toward me as she ran her hands over her sneakers. It took no time at all for my whole body to spasm and a rocket of cum to splatter onto the sink and mirror. I swore a little louder than I’d intended, but I had to let 4 or 5 more jets spurt out before I could collect myself. I grabbed some toilet paper and started cleaning up my mess. It was only a quick jerk-off, but still, the orgasm had been intense and I was still a little shaken by it.

When I finally exited the bathroom I noticed too late that I couldn’t hear the shower anymore. Julie had just come out of the changing room and was drying her hair and walking toward the lockers. She’d changed into some short jean shorts, a white tanktop, and a peach blouse. She was also now wearing another pair of Converse! These were white lowtops that definitely looked like she wore them every day. “Are those my shoes?” she said, looking confused, eyeing the pair of black hightops in my hand that I couldn’t hide. “Uhhh, no, these are mine,” I replied, frantically trying to think of a reason for why I’d had them in the bathroom with me. Just then, she reached the locker and opened it to see her own pair inside, along with her phone, wallet, and car keys. “Oh!” she said with a relieved chuckle, “sorry, duh. I didn’t realize you had those with you. You should wear them next time! We’re doing legs and All Stars are great for your form.” I was still panicking internally but she didn’t seem to question what I’d been doing. She threw her hightops in her bag and shut the locker. “See you Wednesday!” she said cheerfully with a wave as she walked out the door. I let out a massive sigh of relief and got my bag out to shower and change.

The morning of our next appointment couldn’t come soon enough, and on Wednesday I showed up 15 minutes early, ready to go. As requested, I had my black Chucks laced up tight, and I was excited to see what Julie had in store for me. She arrived looking as hot as ever. I actually groaned out loud when I saw through the window that she was wearing yet another pair of fresh Chucks. This time they were bright blue Chuck 70s that looked delicious with some striped white socks, powder pink bike shorts, and an oversized white tee. “I wore my Chucks today!” I said, somewhat nervously. I felt my dick pulse and start to swell. It was a mistake to bring them up this early but I’d been thinking about her shoes for 2 days. “Love them!” Julie replied excitedly, turning her foot to show off her own sneakers. “The only shoes I wear. Perfect for what I have in mind today.” It turned out that what she had in mind that day was a lot of lifting heavy weights. I was immediately exhausted. Thankfully she was true to her word. Whenever I’d finish a set we would trade places and she would complete the same set. I got a break and an excuse to watch her shoes flex and her muscles pop. She was gorgeous and feminine but when she strained for an exercise she revealed just how strong she really was. Near the end when my legs felt like jelly she announced, to my relief, that we were going to finish up with ab work. She instructed me to lay down on my back and pull my feet in. She handed me a few hand weights and told me to start doing sit-ups. Then she knelt in front of me and put her hands on my sneakers, holding my feet down the way we used to do in elementary school gym class. The thought of her hands on my Converse was like throwing gasoline on the embers of my horniness. I was nearly fully hard by the time I finished and was grateful that with my knees up my rod wasn’t that obvious. “Whew, good work, switch and then we’ll be done.” she said brightly, laying down and putting her feet toward me. I gulped and looked down at her Chucks. They were shiny and soft and my cock throbbed. I tried to play it casually, and reached down and held her feet. My fingers felt the warmth of her through the canvas and it took everything I had not to caress them. The way they wiggled and struggled as she pushed against me to do her sit ups was just turning me on more. I looked down imagining my cock between those shoes. I even lost count and she had to say my name to snap me out of the daze. “Oh, shit, sorry, got lost there.” I said, embarrassed. “This one kicked my butt.” I added. She laughed. “That’s good! You’re pushing yourself. Keep doing that. You’ll be amazed what you can do.”

She stood up and got a drink of water. She did a few quick stretches that included lots of bending over and making her round ass pop even more, which I enjoyed, then once again undid the laces on her Chucks. I sat, pretending to be stretching, and watched as she tossed the shoes in the locker and pulled out her bag. I licked my lips, knowing the opportunity that I had. As soon as the door shut and the shower turned on I jumped up and ran to the lockers. I grabbed her blue hightops and closed the locker door as quietly as I could. I tiptoed as quickly as I could to the bathroom and shut myself inside. I immediately took another deep whiff of her shoes. These had a different scent than the ones the day before, since they were Chuck 70s and not classic All Stars, but it was still intoxicating. My dick was an iron rod that I quickly pulled out, dropping my gym shorts and kicking them off over my own sneakers. The toecap of the left shoe looked too tantalizing and I stuck it straight in my mouth. The blue shoe blocked most of my vision and filled my mouth while I licked at the ridges on the front. These shoes must have been especially clean, and all I tasted was rubber. I began losing my self control at that point and the feel of the other shoe in my hands became too much. I couldn’t resist the urge to open up the tongue of the right sneaker and plunged my dick inside. It was still warm, and a little damp, but that had just softened the feeling of the inside and I began fucking the shoe recklessly. Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I looked ridiculous, one shoe jammed in my mouth while I thrust my cock into the other, but something about it pushed me over the edge. I had planned on pulling out and aiming for the toilet but it felt too good and an hour’s worth of leg workout caught up to me in that moment. I felt my knees weaken and I stumbled toward the hand rail right as I felt myself pour a load of cum into Julie’s Converse. I whimpered as my balls tensed over and over. I spat out the other shoe and yanked my dick out. It was still dripping a little and I narrowly avoided making a mess on the outside. Not that it mattered, because the inside was slathered in white creamy jizz. “Fuuuuuuccckkkkk” I whisper-screamed. I could still hear the shower running in the next room. I frantically grabbed paper towel and toilet paper and started stuffing them inside. It took a few wads, but I was able to get all of the liquid cum out of her sneaker, but there was nothing I could do about the stuff that had already soaked in. “Shit,” I said aloud, knowing my time was short. It was as good as I could do in that moment. I yanked my shorts back on and ran out into the gym. I was just closing the door to Julie’s locker when I heard the water turn off in the shower and I busied myself at my own locker. A minute or two later the door opened and Julie emerged, this time in white hightop All Stars, black leggings, and a gray cropped hoodie. It was the fourth pair of Converse she’d worn now in only 2 sessions. “You really don’t wear any other shoes, do you?” I asked cheekily. She beamed at me. “No way, why would I wear anything else!” Once again she posed her foot to show off the shoe. I was just unlacing my own and I stashed my hightops in my locker. She walked over and pulled her own Converse out of her locker. I held my breath for a second, wondering if she’d notice how wet the right one was. She didn’t seem to react at all and just tossed them in her duffel bag. I hoped the smell of my sweat was covering the smell of my cum, because my dick was still a mess. Julie was cleaning up some of the workout equipment, wiping down the benches and putting away the weights, when I got in the shower. By the time I was done she was already gone. My socks were so sweaty that I stuck my feet in my sneakers barefoot. I just had to walk home so it wasn’t worth fully changing. It was a weird feeling. The inside of my Chucks were more damp than I’d expected. I must have sweat extra hard. I thought about the inside of Julie’s Chucks too. It was too close a call, I told myself, but I was already dreaming of what shoes she’d wear next.

I got my answer first thing Friday morning. A small part of me was nervous that she wouldn’t show up, perhaps having found the mess in her workout shoes the session before. Thankfully, right on time I heard the door chime ding and turned to see her strolling toward me wearing bright red hightop Chucks, tight black workout shorts, and a white sports bra. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she had a backpack over one shoulder in addition to her usual duffle bag. “Ready to finish the week strong?” She asked with a smile as she walked toward her locker. I let out a sigh of relief. “Absolutely!” I said truthfully. I knew that only an hour of hard work stood between me and the chance to play with those beautiful red sneakers. “Good,” she said, “because today is going to be the hardest yet. We leave it all on the field on Fridays. It’s going to be tough but this is how we make your dreams come true. And if we get through it well I have something fun we can do for our cooldown.” My filthy brain chuckled at that. Her Chucks were all the reward I needed. Sure enough, the next 45 minutes were the hardest I’d ever worked. Even Julie looked like she was getting tired. We went through arms, chest, back, and abs. We did the sit-ups again and I got to feel her red hightops, and another exercise where we had to lay down with our head between the ankles of the other person standing, lift our feet up, and have the standing person push our feet toward the ground. It was an intense ab exercise and I was so sore I didn’t even fully appreciate how much I got to touch her Converse while we did it, and watch her touch mine. Finally we got to legs. Box jumps, dead lifts, calf raises, all killed me. Every time I’d start to falter Julie would coach me up. “Focus, you got this, deep breaths, don’t quit. We’re in this together,” she’d say. I tried to return the favor when it was her turn to lift but I don’t think she needed it as much. “Okay last set, I’ll go first to show you how it’s done.” she explained. It was an intense version of squats with a very heavy barbell. She made it look easy enough but when it was my turn I knew I was in trouble. “It’s only 10,” she said, clapping her hands. “I’ll count them down for you. Ten!” I went down and back up slowly.
“Nine, you got this.”
“Eight, keep breathing”
“Seven, that’s it,”
“Six, you’re doing great,”
“Five, that’s it you’re halfway,”
“Four, after this is the fun part,”
“Three, you’re gonna make your dreams come true,”
“Two, finish stroooong,”
I faltered on the last one. It was so heavy and I could feel my legs screaming

“One, come on, come on, get this one up and I’ll let you cum on my sneakers!”

What???
That last sentence gave me such a jolt that I forgot how hard it was. With a rush of adrenaline I lifted the weight to the top one last time and immediately dropped it. I stared at Julie with confusion and fear. “YES! You did it!” She cheered, and put both hands up for a double high-five. I gave it to her without thinking, still in disbelief of what I’d just heard. “I’m so proud of you! Now as promised, I’ve got a fun activity for cooldown. Some stretching, a little cardio, like I said, your dreams coming true.” She was beaming at me with her beautiful smile and dazzlingly white teeth. I still wasn’t sure that I’d heard her correctly on that last set. I was a little lightheaded. She had turned toward the lockers and grabbed the large backpack she had come in with. “What did you say?” I finally managed to stammer out. “You heard it right!” She said as she returned, “I’m going to make you cum on my Chucks! Oh don’t look so surprised,” she added, seeing the look on my face, “I know how you stare at them, I know you were stealing them when I was in the shower. That’s why I brought this!” She lifted the backpack and turned it over. I had just enough time to notice the Converse logo on the bag before a torrent of shoes poured out and thudded on the floor. It had to have been 5 or 6 pairs of Chucks that now lay around our feet. I noticed the black hightops and blue 70s she’d worn for our first two sessions, plus the white highs and white lows she’d worn afterwards. There were also gray hightops and mustard yellow 70s. “I have almost a hundred pairs at home now, but I thought I’d bring a selection of the ones you’ve noticed so far.” she said matter of factly. “Now hurry up and get your cock out, this will be fun!” I was still in shock but I felt myself slowly lowering my shorts and underwear and my cock sprang out to attention. I was standing in the middle of the gym and felt very exposed. “Oooh very nice,” Julie said, rubbing her hands together. “Let’s get started.” She kicked away a few of the shoes on the ground and cleared a spot for her to sit. She propped herself up on her elbows and lifted her legs in the air in my direction. “Come on, get that dick over here,” she instructed cheerfully and clacked her feet together. When I approached she spread her feet for me and then brought them together, squeezing my rock hard cock between her insteps. “Oooooh there we go,” she cooed, satisfied, “does that feel nice? Come on, you can go, this is your reward, remember.” With a groan I reached down and grabbed her ankles. My hips started thrusting almost on their own as I pushed my cock between her red Chucks, fucking them slowly. “Yessss, fuck my sneakers just like that. Oh you’re gonna cum so hard all over them.” Her dirty talk was out of this world. I was in heaven. One of the hottest women I’d ever seen was sitting in a pile of her own sneakers begging for me to shoot a load on her Converse while I fucked her feet. “What else do you want?” she asked gently, “I have all these other shoes, what do you want to see?” I was drooling at that point. She picked up one of the shoes, a white hightop that looked well loved. “You want me to smell it? Stick my face in it? Mmmmmmmm” She moaned as she placed the opening of the shoe over her nose and mouth and breathed in deeply. “Oooh that’s so good, I be you’re so close. I bet you’re gonna love how these red hightops look all plastered in your jizz.” I imagined it and she was right. It was all I wanted to see. I took one more look at her lovingly sniffing the white sneaker and I felt the orgasm rushing up through me. “Oh ffffffuckkkk,” I groaned out, holding her ankles even tighter as my hot cum began to erupt out of me. It splattered off of both ankle patches and dripped down the sides. I pulled back a bit and the second shot rocketed off of the soles. Julie pointed her toes and the third and fourth shots landed across the tongues and laces and dripped off of the toes. It felt so good that I let out a guttural cry. Julie cheered as I stumbled back onto one of the weight benches, my chest heaving.

“Oh my god, that was so much!” Julie said, laughing with delight watching my seed run across her otherwise pristine Converse. “ That was even more than you shot into these the other day!” she said, pointing to the blue pair I had accidentally made a mess of two days before. “Oh, yeah, I’m so sorry. You knew about that?” I asked, feeling embarrassed, which was silly considering the situation. “Psshhh yeah, you soaked it in cum, of course I noticed. Don’t worry though, it’s fine! I got to do the same thing to yours while you were in the shower too!” She beamed mischievously as she stood up, smearing some of the cum from her shoes onto the mats on the floor of the gym. “Wait, what do you mean you did the same?” I asked, confused, remembering how wet my black Chucks felt when I put them on barefoot after the shower. “I mean when you got in the shower I took your shoes into the bathroom, fucked them silly, and blew a huge load in them. I actually got it in both shoes, but I cum a lot.” She explained matter of factly. She had stuck her hand down her tight workout shorts and was pulling and digging around at something. I was still lost, trying to imagine her somehow squirting pussy juice in my shoes. “I told you from the beginning, we’re partners,” She explained as she began to pull her hand out of her shorts. “Whatever you do,” she put both hands on her waistband, “I get to do too!” She pulled her waistband down and out sprang a thick cock that was rapidly swelling to almost 8 inches. My jaw dropped. “You have no idea how hard it is to tuck this thing away discreetly, especially when we’ve been having so much sneaker fun,” Julie giggled as she gently stroked her member. It was almost 2 inches longer than mine, and a bit thicker, but somehow it was still feminine. She was completely hairless, and the skin looked smooth and soft. Her balls were plump and tight. “Well don’t just sit there, get over here, it’s my turn!” She exclaimed, beckoning me. “You know the rules!”

I gulped and slid off the bench. I moved over to the same spot on the floor where she had been sitting. I was surrounded by her sneakers. “Up, gimme those feet. I’ve been ready to fuck these shoes all day.” She said excitedly. I slowly lifted my feet up but I wasn’t as flexible as her. Still, she reached down and grabbed my ankles, lifting my legs up to her crotch level. Just as I had done, she placed my shoes on either side of her cock and slowly began to fuck my feet. It was so strange. I felt the heat and hardness of her cock rubbing through my shoes. Her hips rolled as she slid her long rod between them. “Yesssssss this is exactly what I needed.” She groaned. “You want to do a little something for me? I was really hoping to see you play a little with those gray hightops. They’re brand new.” She pointed at the Converse in question and I reached over to pick them up. “That’s right, put one on your face like I did.” She commanded. Her voice had returned to Coach Mode. “And I was hoping to maybe see you put your cock in the other?” she added. That part was less of a command and more of a request. At this point I was in a dream state. My beautiful personal trainer not only had a huge cock, she was also fucking my sneakers and asking me to play with her massive collection of shoes. I slid one of the gray hightops over my member that was already starting to get a little hard again, and put the other to my face. She was right, they must have been brand new. “Oooh that’s right, I haven’t even stuck my own dick in those yet, you’re popping their sneaker cherry,” she moaned. “Oh you look so cute sniffing those sexy little shoes I’m so glad you’re a dirty sneaker slut just like me.” I blushed very hard at that but I knew in my heart I couldn’t argue. I was getting off on her fucking my own sneakers while I stuck my dick in hers.

“Okay, okay, hold on,” she said, breathing deeply, and pulling her throbbing cock out from between my feet. “I do want to cream your naughty little Chucks but I had more stuff planned. Are you ready for some stretching?” She let go of my feet. I nodded, still not taking the gray sneaker away from my face. “God you have such a perfect attitude!” She squealed, “Exactly what I like to see. Now get on all fours and I’ll pile my shoes around you.” She instructed. She peeled her shorts off the rest of the way and helped me get into position. “Ooh I have an idea, take your shirt off and put your hands in these,” she said, holding out her black hightops. I obliged and she tied the laces up tight around my wrists. “Perfect. Now you just relax and focus on your breathing. Close your eyes.” She instructed. I did as I was told, enjoying the feeling of being totally naked except for sneakers on my hands and feet. I jumped a little when I felt her hand closing around my cock gently. “You’re okay, just relax,” she said softly, reassuring me. She stroked me like she was milking a cow, “this is going to feel a bit strange but I promise that you’ll get to cum at least one more time and it will feel amazing.” Suddenly I felt a cold sensation on my butt and something wiggling against my asshole. “Shhhh it’s just a finger,” she whispered, still gently stroking my cock. Her finger pressed against my anus and slipped inside. “See, there you go, just relaaaxxxx,” she said, as though she were instructing a meditative yoga class. “Enjoy the feeling, focus on the sneakers all around you.” She reached down and arranged her shoes so that they were all in a ring around me, toes facing toward us. She continued to work her finger into my ass. “Now this is where it will feel good,” she said and pressed against something inside me. My cock immediately got rock hard, even though it was still dribbling from the last cumshot only a few minutes before. “Yes, feel that. Now we’re going to start to stretch. Just relax, focus on your breathing” she was coaching me again. I took a deep breath, focusing on relaxing my asshole and enjoying her hand milking my cock. I felt her enter me again, this time with two fingers. She was right, it was a stretch, but after a few seconds I was able to relax and unclench. “There you goooo,” she soothed, “stretch it out.” She began working both fingers in and out, pressing against that spot inside me that made my cock so hard it hurt. I felt her hand leave my cock and she shifted around a little behind me. “You like these red hightops, don’t you?” She asked soothingly. I nodded. “How about this,” she said, and reached forward. She had been unlacing her red shoes and taking them off her feet. I could smell the sweat and my own cum on the shoe as she held it near my face. She pointed the toe at my mouth and I didn’t need to be told what to do next. I opened wide and felt the sneaker fill my mouth. My own cum was still splattered across it and it dripped onto my tongue, tasting bitter, sweet, and salty all at once. Again, my vision straight ahead was now fully blocked by the shoe. “One last touch,” she whispered and I felt her fingers leave my ass. I felt slightly empty, which surprised me. I inhaled sharply and tasted more of my cum as I felt the other red sneaker slip over my cock. The laces were pulled around my waist and tied to hold it in place. “Okay,” she said softly, “now for our last exercise.”

I moaned as I felt something cool and slippery push against my anus once again but I knew it wasn’t a finger. I took a deep breath, tasting the sneaker in my mouth and forced myself to relax. Whatever it was popped inside the ring of my asshole and I heard Julie whimper behind me. Her hands grabbed my hips and pulled as it slid deeper, past what I assumed was my prostate. “You want to check your form?” I heard her say softly into my ear. I already knew what was happening but I forgot that there were so many mirrors in this place. To my right the whole wall was reflective and I turned to look just in time for Julie to pull back slowly and then push her cock deep into me once again. I groaned as I saw the mirror and Julie groaned as well. There I was, black Converse on my hands and feet. A cum-drenched red hightop shoved in my mouth, another tied onto my cock, down on all fours, and truly the hottest woman I’d ever seen was fucking my asshole with her huge cock. To my surprise I saw that she had put her yellow hightops on her feet and she had shoved one of her white lowtops in her own mouth just like me. She groaned as she thrust again. With each time she did it, I felt my body relax and resist less. I also felt my cock throb inside her red sneaker. My mind was breaking with the combination of pain and pleasure. I don’t know how long it took for her to work her way up, but soon she was ramming my virgin butthole quickly, her balls slapping against the heel of the shoe on my dick. I thought I could feel my dick leaking precum but I had no way to know. I had become a degraded sneaker slut and I was being used like one. Tears were forming in my eyes. I looked toward the mirror again and saw Julie. She was shaking with pleasure, too. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed tight. She suddenly reached down and forcefully grabbed the sneaker on my dick and started stroking it up and down. I whimpered even harder, desperate to finally cum. My cock was so hard it felt like it would explode. I sucked desperately at the shoe in my mouth, tasting every drop of cum on it, imagining filling its partner. With that thought I heard Julie’s breath get shorter and a squeal rise in her throat. She rammed her cock even faster into my ass and I finally felt sweet relief. Every nerve of my body exploded as I shook. I could feel my balls tensing with each pump of the hottest, thickest spunk that poured into the red Chuck on my dick. “Yes! Oh, Yes! Fill my little sneaker! God your ass is so good! Eeeeeeeeeeeee,” Julie squealed. Just as I finished cumming I felt her dick leave my asshole entirely. I slumped over with exhaustion, unable to hold myself up anymore. I spat out the cum soaked red shoe in my mouth and looked down just in time. Julie had shoved the white lowtop back into her mouth and was pumping her dick with both hands, aiming directly at my feet. She was still moaning like a pornstar when it finally happened. A fire hose of cum blasted out of her girlcock. Her aim was true, and it splattered across my hightops. I felt some of it splash onto my ankles. Almost immediately I could feel it soaking in. My feet felt hot. All I could do was groan out one last “fuuuuuuccckkkk” as I watched my shoes get completely soaked in hot spunk. Julie shuddered three or four times, still moaning, before falling back and laying on the gym mat.

I don’t know how long we both lay there recovering, but eventually we stirred. I felt Julie untie the laces around my waist and the red Chuck flopped to the floor, dripping cum out of the holes on the side. My cock was a mess and was completely soft by now, having given everything it could. I used my teeth to untie the laces of the shoes on my hands and stretched my fingers. “Whew!” Julie said cheerfully, with the same enthusiasm she usually has at the end of her training sessions. “That was incredible. You’re such a good workout partner!” She said, laughing as she helped me up. I smiled at her weakly. “You know,” I said, “I thought I got to do all the stuff you did.” She chuckled again. “You know what? You’re absolutely right. I totally broke the rules. How about this,” she said, moving closer to me, “You don’t look like you’re in any shape to return the favor, but I owe you one. You said you live nearby, right? How about we meet at your place Monday morning. I have a… different workout routine in mind for us going forward. And I have so many Chucks that you haven’t seen yet.” She kissed me on the cheek before turning on her heel and walking toward the shower. Her ass and cock swinging with each step. I guess she was right, she really does make dreams come true.

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The inspiration for Julie came from the all the gym girls I've been seeing on Instagram lately who seem to always wear Converse. Enjoy!