Hi. You can read the part 1 in the link below.
https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueSimpStories/comments/1rdx7pt/the_stinky_shoes_of_my_sisters_friend/
Some opportunities come once in a lifetime. Those putrid shoes were too generous as a gift for a filthy pig like me.
And yet, fate had something even better in store for me.
My sister had so many converse: white low tops, white high tops, red high tops, red low tops. But one day, in her room, I spotted a pair of dark green low tops. Curious, and knowing no one was home, I went closer.
I stared. Dropped to my knees. Stared harder.
Then I pressed my stomach flat against the floor, with my nose buried deep in those Converse, inhaling like a starving dog.
I inhaled. My cock, already crushed against the floor like a stomped bug, came like a pig in heat.
They were Valeria's. That foot stench was unmistakable. Devastating. Disintegrating. A single sniff could strip a man of his dignity, and sure enough, that's all it took to make me spray cum like a broken faucet.
For a solid fifteen minutes, I kept sniffing those shoes, rutting my dick against the ground like an animal in heat...
Those shoes were even more rank and dirty than the Jeffrey's. After all, they were sneakers, worn even more often.
I felt brave. Being low top, they allowed my tongue to reach inside. I licked them.
It was the first and last time I licked a pair of shoes, worried that I might catch something, and those shoes gave off the stench of a foot garbage dump.
Again, I came.
Just then, I heard the car return.
I quickly stood up, straightening myself up, and rushed into my room.
When my sister went into her room, I heard her mutter:
<<What the hell fell on the floor? It's all sticky>>.
I realized I had left the floor damp with my cum, absorbed by my pants (thankfully) but also seeping into the floor.
She went to call for mom, who helped her to clean. Thankfully, I wasn't caught, even though that wet spot was close to the shoes.
That was the last time I ever got the chance to smell Valeria's shoes and the last time I inhaled female footwear that reeked so gloriously. A stench so extreme, it could make me burst on the first sniff.
Just kidding. It wasn't the last time I smelled Valeria's shoes. After all, non c'è due senza tre (there's no two without three).
To be continued