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!