Lone Stranger
07-10-2010, 7:20 AM
Drunk in My Way
By Lone Stranger
Brian Cobb definitely had too much to drink. He had met some old war buddies and spent the entire afternoon celebrating the event. Pretty soon they were going from bar to bar drinking like it was old times. And they started doing shooters just trying to prove they were still as young as they used to be. He knew he was way too drunk to drive. In fact he could barely walk. At an opportune moment he broke away from the others hoping he could make it home before he passed out. He took the short cut along K Street if nothing else the concrete wall that ran along K Street would keep him from stumbling out in traffic. As he went along he thought he would just sit for a moment and gather his head. Pretty soon he was lying up along side the wall flat on his back passed out to the world.
Ann Potter was a definite looker. She was easily the best looking woman in her office with her dark red hair hanging down her back and trim athletic figure of about 120 lbs. And she dresses to show it off. Today she had on a crisp white blouse and loose flowing colorful skirt that was short in response to the very hot day. She no stockings on her shapely bare legs and on her feet were her usual spike heeled stilettos of about 3” and very thin. Of course today she would have rather chosen different footwear as she was in such a hurry and it was hard to walk fast in her spike heels. She heard that there was going to be a short parade with Brad Pitt in it coming by at a little after five. If she hurried she would just make it. She had worked all day and she was already hot and tired without the need to hurry over to K Street, where she heard the parade was going to be going by.
As she approached K Street she spotted the wall, Christ! She had forgotten about the wall! It ran for over two blocks by the time she got to the end of it, it would surely be too late. But wait, there was a notch cut in the wall just up ahead there. It was like the ramparts on top of a castle wall, she would be able so see through that.
But, what was that lying at the base of the wall? As she approached she saw that it was a drunk! Sleeping right up against the wall! His head was right where the opening was. Ann had no use for a drunk! Her Dad was a drunk! He would mistreat his family and people would say, “It not his fault, he drunk!” Not his fault, hell! He’s the one that got that way. It wasn’t an accident. She wasn’t about to cut him any slack just because he’s drunk. The way she figured it everything that happened to him was his own fault and she wouldn’t lift a little finger to help him out or make things easier.
And this drunk at her feet was no different. Only he was in her way. She couldn’t see through the opening in the wall standing in front of him. His head was where she needed to be standing. She thought about moving him, but just as she pondered that she heard the parade coming.
She wasn’t going to let some drunk get in the way of her missing her parade! So she just stepped up in the middle of his face with her spike-heeled shoes! He let out a squawk when she heard a bone in his nose crunch under her weight as she stepped right on it, but she didn’t pay him any mind as she just stood on his smashed face with both shod feet while she peered over the wall and watched the approaching parade. This was really a pretty nice spot. From her vantage point on top of Brian’s face she had a perfect view of the parade. She settled down with her spike heels digging in to his cheeks and the ball of her feet merciless smashing down his broken nose, in fact she heard a couple of more crunches as she moved her feet around to get more comfortable.
Brian was anything but comfortable. His face suddenly exploded in pain as something incredibly heavy smashed down on his nose and surely broke it from the pain and crunching sounds he heard. And the heavy weight just continued to smash down his face and something very sharp was digging into his cheek. What ever it was, it was moving around some, causing him unbelievable pain every time it moved and he could hear and feel crunching sounds. It seemed that someone was standing of his face! He wanted to throw them off his face, but he just lacked the strength, so he just lie there and endured the pain.
“Hey, what’s this?” Pam Harris said as she approached. Pam, a real looker in her own right, with long black hair and a figure to die for, approached from the left in her skintight jeans and stiletto spikes. She was absolutely astonished to find a full-grown woman in spike heeled shoes standing full on the face of a prone man! “What’s going on here?”
Ann, not really seeing anything wrong, misunderstood Pam’s excitement and thought she was talking about the parade and said, “Oh, yeah, Brad Pitt is coming by.
Temporarily forgetting about the sight before her said excitedly, “Brad Pitt!!” Pam shouted. “Where?”
“Right here, right now, in this parade,” Ann said.
“I wanna see! How can I see?” Pam said barely able to contain herself.
Ann looked over and noticed a place where a piece of the top of the wall had broken away making a small notch in the top of the wall. It wasn’t as good as the cut out square that Ann was looking though, but if she stood on the drunk she might be able to see. The place was right above Brian’s crotch.
“You might try up there,” Ann said indicating the little notch.
Pam, forgetting that there was a man lying there, practically leapt up on his crotch and stood on her tiptoes trying to see.
Brian, already plagued by the high-heeled feet standing on his face, suddenly had his balls explode in terrible pain. He tried to scream into the bottoms of Ann’s stilettos as Pam jumped up onto his crotch and stood on her tiptoes right on his balls! As he opened his mouth to scream, Ann’s foot slipped right into his mouth stifling his scream. There he lay in terrible pain as one woman stood on his balls and one woman stood with one foot on his smashed nose and one foot squarely in his mouth. He could even taste the bottom of her shoe.
No sooner had that happened than Brad Pitt started to pass by. Both women started to jump about excitedly. Pam, having a harder time seeing through the break in the concrete wall, actually started jumping up and down on Brian’s crotch and balls. Ann, not having to jump to see, still excitedly began to prance about on Brian’s face.
Brian was going through pure hell. In her moving around, Ann moved her foot off his broken nose and put in over his eyes, but it didn’t help much as she was still damn heavy and her pointy heels were still digging into his face relentlessly. And the other foot was still planted solidly in his mouth, preventing him from screaming. And he very much wanted to scream with Pam jumping up and down on his balls! Actually she would jump some and then just stand on her tiptoes a little and then jump some more, trying to get a better look. Either way Brian just screamed silently into the bottom of Ann’s foot wishing he would pass out or something.
Not that the two girls would have heard him anyway. Engrossed as they were with trying to watch the parade and Brad Pitt go by. They paid him no mind what so ever. He was just something to stand on to watch the parade go by.
Finally the parade did go by and when it was finished Pam turned around and stepped down from Brian’s crotch. Then she realized that she had been jumping up and down on some man’s crotch and felt very weird. She said to Ann, “How did we end up standing on some guy?” She was hoping Ann, who was still standing on Brian’s face like it was a natural place to stand, would say something that would make it all right.
No such luck, as Ann turned and said, “ Oh him!” She stamped on Brian’s face to make her point. “Don’t mind him. He’s just some drunk who got in our way.”
Right away a million arguments popped into Pam’s head, but she quickly realized she didn’t want to make any of them. She just wanted to slink away while Ann was still standing on his face and he couldn’t see who she was. With that she said bye and hurried on her way.
Ann was in no particular hurry to step down from Brian’s face, but she suddenly realized how tired she was and decided to sit down and have a smoke. She casually stepped down from Brian’s face and flipped her skirt back and sat down right on Brian’s upturned face!
She was concerned enough that she didn’t want him to suffocate in her skirt so she flipped it back, but she didn’t give the slightest thought to the fact, as she was wearing thong panties, that she was sitting on someone’s face with her near naked ass!
You can bet that Brian knew. No sooner had the weight been lifted from Brian’s face than it was suddenly thrust into Ann’s stinking naked ass as it slammed down on his unsuspecting face. It was near the end of a long, hot day and Ann’s ass smelled like it. It was incredibly hot, sweaty, and smelled of unwashed ass. The weight was only marginally better than her painful spike-heeled shoes but the fact that his nose was right up against Ann’s thong covered asshole more than made up for it.
She sat on his face just like it was a concrete stoop, only more comfortable. She wasn’t thinking about him at all as she lit up and cigarette and let her mind wonder away thinking about other things, while Brian got to think his head was going to pop from all the weight on it. He just lay there in pain smelling her stinking ass.
As Ann was smoking her cigarette she was looking down and noticed her spike-heeled shoes. They were starting to show their wear. They were her favorite shoes and she wore them everyday to work. They were a little smudged and on this hot day her feet were sweaty and hot inside of them. As she stubbed out her cigarette she had a bright idea! She would let the drunk clean them for her!
She suddenly slid back to sit on the drunk’s belly and slammed both shod feet into Brian’s face and said, “Lick these!”
Brian was a little slow to catch on. All he knew was the terrible weight and smelly ass was off his face and instead these feet were in his face with the high heels digging into his chin and the soles mashing down the rest of his face. It wasn’t the terrible weight of before, but it wasn’t very pleasant either. Ann stomped/kicked him in the face and repeated, “I said, LICK THESE!”
His head reeling from the powerful shod foot slamming into his face, Brian started to lick her dirty soles in earnest. He could taste the dirt adhering to the bottom of her shoes. After he had licked the soles clean, Ann stuck her spike heels in his mouth and said, “Don’t forget to suck on these.” After he had sucked and gagged on the heels jammed half way down this throat, Ann tried to twist her foot over so he could lick the scuffs on the upper surfaces.
Seeing that wasn’t going to work very well she just took off her shoe so she could feed it to him. While she held the shoe she had him lick all the scuff marks off the top and sides and then she noticed the inside looked pretty worn and dirty so she held the inside up to his face and told him to lick it out real good.
The soles of her shoes and tops were bad enough, but the insides smelled strong and were fresh with foot sweat and years of accumulated foot dirt. The taste was terrible, but Ann didn’t care and Brian was starting to get them clean. Some of the dark stains were starting to lighten as he scrubbed them with his tongue and swallowed them down. Brian licked the inside of her shoe like he was licking icing of the inside of the bowl. But it didn’t taste like icing; her feet had been sweating in them shoes for years. After he had licked for quite a while, Ann took off her other shoe and had him lick it out as well.
After he licked about all the flavor out of her shoes Ann decided to rest her hot, tired, bare feet on his face and let him lick them too. His warm wet tongue felt soothing to her bare soles. She had him first lick all the sweat from the bottoms of her feet first and then thoroughly lick out between each toe. She stuck her feet so far into his mouth he started to gag several times. She even had him scrub the rough skin on her heels with his tongue.
After her feet felt all refreshed and rejuvenated Ann decided to sit on his face again and put her shoes back on. Brian was confused and thought he was supposed to keep licking so he started licking in her dirty ass crack. The taste immediately assaulted his tongue and he was sure he didn’t want to continue doing that.
Ann was pleasantly surprised at how good it felt, especially on her hot, and sweaty ass. She reached down and pulled her thong aside and told him if he knew what was good for him he would continue licking her ass. Ann never had her ass licked before and she couldn’t imagine how good it felt! She never thought once about what the drunk under her bare ass was feeling or tasting, just how good it felt.
Brian on the other hand found his face being smashed under Ann’s full weight again and the taste of her ass was just awful! He had never tasted anyone’s ass before either. His only hope was if he licked well enough maybe she would get off of his face and leave him alone. So he grit his teeth and licked as hard as he could.
Wow! His tongue just slipped up inside of her asshole and Ann almost hit the roof that felt so good! She told him to keep doing that and began gyrating on his face. She reached down and began stimulating her clitoris and began wildly gyrating on his face as his tongue stabbed in and out of her asshole.
Things got much worse for Brian as she was thrashing about wildly about on his face. And he thought her ass tasted bad! The inside of her asshole was much worse! What could he do? He just tried to get her off as quickly as he could, so his suffering would cease. He stuck his tongue as far up her ass as he could and sucked real hard.
Just as he did that, Ann began to have what was probably the best orgasm she ever had; or at least lately. She thrashed about wildly on his face as she worked her way through her orgasm. She was completely oblivious to the face beneath her ass and the suffering she was causing him.
Even after her orgasm subsided Ann continued to sit of his face enjoying his tongue in her ass as she recovered from her ordeal. After she relaxed for a while she finally got off of Brian’s face and straightened her thong and addressed him directly for the first time.
“That will teach you to get drunk and get in my way!” she admonished him. And saying that, she stepped directly in his face and walked over it and went on her merry way.
Brian woke up several hours later with a vague memory of a dream of a girl standing and sitting on him. But his balls and face ached horribly and his nose was broken! And what was that horrible taste in his mouth!!
By Lone Stranger
Brian Cobb definitely had too much to drink. He had met some old war buddies and spent the entire afternoon celebrating the event. Pretty soon they were going from bar to bar drinking like it was old times. And they started doing shooters just trying to prove they were still as young as they used to be. He knew he was way too drunk to drive. In fact he could barely walk. At an opportune moment he broke away from the others hoping he could make it home before he passed out. He took the short cut along K Street if nothing else the concrete wall that ran along K Street would keep him from stumbling out in traffic. As he went along he thought he would just sit for a moment and gather his head. Pretty soon he was lying up along side the wall flat on his back passed out to the world.
Ann Potter was a definite looker. She was easily the best looking woman in her office with her dark red hair hanging down her back and trim athletic figure of about 120 lbs. And she dresses to show it off. Today she had on a crisp white blouse and loose flowing colorful skirt that was short in response to the very hot day. She no stockings on her shapely bare legs and on her feet were her usual spike heeled stilettos of about 3” and very thin. Of course today she would have rather chosen different footwear as she was in such a hurry and it was hard to walk fast in her spike heels. She heard that there was going to be a short parade with Brad Pitt in it coming by at a little after five. If she hurried she would just make it. She had worked all day and she was already hot and tired without the need to hurry over to K Street, where she heard the parade was going to be going by.
As she approached K Street she spotted the wall, Christ! She had forgotten about the wall! It ran for over two blocks by the time she got to the end of it, it would surely be too late. But wait, there was a notch cut in the wall just up ahead there. It was like the ramparts on top of a castle wall, she would be able so see through that.
But, what was that lying at the base of the wall? As she approached she saw that it was a drunk! Sleeping right up against the wall! His head was right where the opening was. Ann had no use for a drunk! Her Dad was a drunk! He would mistreat his family and people would say, “It not his fault, he drunk!” Not his fault, hell! He’s the one that got that way. It wasn’t an accident. She wasn’t about to cut him any slack just because he’s drunk. The way she figured it everything that happened to him was his own fault and she wouldn’t lift a little finger to help him out or make things easier.
And this drunk at her feet was no different. Only he was in her way. She couldn’t see through the opening in the wall standing in front of him. His head was where she needed to be standing. She thought about moving him, but just as she pondered that she heard the parade coming.
She wasn’t going to let some drunk get in the way of her missing her parade! So she just stepped up in the middle of his face with her spike-heeled shoes! He let out a squawk when she heard a bone in his nose crunch under her weight as she stepped right on it, but she didn’t pay him any mind as she just stood on his smashed face with both shod feet while she peered over the wall and watched the approaching parade. This was really a pretty nice spot. From her vantage point on top of Brian’s face she had a perfect view of the parade. She settled down with her spike heels digging in to his cheeks and the ball of her feet merciless smashing down his broken nose, in fact she heard a couple of more crunches as she moved her feet around to get more comfortable.
Brian was anything but comfortable. His face suddenly exploded in pain as something incredibly heavy smashed down on his nose and surely broke it from the pain and crunching sounds he heard. And the heavy weight just continued to smash down his face and something very sharp was digging into his cheek. What ever it was, it was moving around some, causing him unbelievable pain every time it moved and he could hear and feel crunching sounds. It seemed that someone was standing of his face! He wanted to throw them off his face, but he just lacked the strength, so he just lie there and endured the pain.
“Hey, what’s this?” Pam Harris said as she approached. Pam, a real looker in her own right, with long black hair and a figure to die for, approached from the left in her skintight jeans and stiletto spikes. She was absolutely astonished to find a full-grown woman in spike heeled shoes standing full on the face of a prone man! “What’s going on here?”
Ann, not really seeing anything wrong, misunderstood Pam’s excitement and thought she was talking about the parade and said, “Oh, yeah, Brad Pitt is coming by.
Temporarily forgetting about the sight before her said excitedly, “Brad Pitt!!” Pam shouted. “Where?”
“Right here, right now, in this parade,” Ann said.
“I wanna see! How can I see?” Pam said barely able to contain herself.
Ann looked over and noticed a place where a piece of the top of the wall had broken away making a small notch in the top of the wall. It wasn’t as good as the cut out square that Ann was looking though, but if she stood on the drunk she might be able to see. The place was right above Brian’s crotch.
“You might try up there,” Ann said indicating the little notch.
Pam, forgetting that there was a man lying there, practically leapt up on his crotch and stood on her tiptoes trying to see.
Brian, already plagued by the high-heeled feet standing on his face, suddenly had his balls explode in terrible pain. He tried to scream into the bottoms of Ann’s stilettos as Pam jumped up onto his crotch and stood on her tiptoes right on his balls! As he opened his mouth to scream, Ann’s foot slipped right into his mouth stifling his scream. There he lay in terrible pain as one woman stood on his balls and one woman stood with one foot on his smashed nose and one foot squarely in his mouth. He could even taste the bottom of her shoe.
No sooner had that happened than Brad Pitt started to pass by. Both women started to jump about excitedly. Pam, having a harder time seeing through the break in the concrete wall, actually started jumping up and down on Brian’s crotch and balls. Ann, not having to jump to see, still excitedly began to prance about on Brian’s face.
Brian was going through pure hell. In her moving around, Ann moved her foot off his broken nose and put in over his eyes, but it didn’t help much as she was still damn heavy and her pointy heels were still digging into his face relentlessly. And the other foot was still planted solidly in his mouth, preventing him from screaming. And he very much wanted to scream with Pam jumping up and down on his balls! Actually she would jump some and then just stand on her tiptoes a little and then jump some more, trying to get a better look. Either way Brian just screamed silently into the bottom of Ann’s foot wishing he would pass out or something.
Not that the two girls would have heard him anyway. Engrossed as they were with trying to watch the parade and Brad Pitt go by. They paid him no mind what so ever. He was just something to stand on to watch the parade go by.
Finally the parade did go by and when it was finished Pam turned around and stepped down from Brian’s crotch. Then she realized that she had been jumping up and down on some man’s crotch and felt very weird. She said to Ann, “How did we end up standing on some guy?” She was hoping Ann, who was still standing on Brian’s face like it was a natural place to stand, would say something that would make it all right.
No such luck, as Ann turned and said, “ Oh him!” She stamped on Brian’s face to make her point. “Don’t mind him. He’s just some drunk who got in our way.”
Right away a million arguments popped into Pam’s head, but she quickly realized she didn’t want to make any of them. She just wanted to slink away while Ann was still standing on his face and he couldn’t see who she was. With that she said bye and hurried on her way.
Ann was in no particular hurry to step down from Brian’s face, but she suddenly realized how tired she was and decided to sit down and have a smoke. She casually stepped down from Brian’s face and flipped her skirt back and sat down right on Brian’s upturned face!
She was concerned enough that she didn’t want him to suffocate in her skirt so she flipped it back, but she didn’t give the slightest thought to the fact, as she was wearing thong panties, that she was sitting on someone’s face with her near naked ass!
You can bet that Brian knew. No sooner had the weight been lifted from Brian’s face than it was suddenly thrust into Ann’s stinking naked ass as it slammed down on his unsuspecting face. It was near the end of a long, hot day and Ann’s ass smelled like it. It was incredibly hot, sweaty, and smelled of unwashed ass. The weight was only marginally better than her painful spike-heeled shoes but the fact that his nose was right up against Ann’s thong covered asshole more than made up for it.
She sat on his face just like it was a concrete stoop, only more comfortable. She wasn’t thinking about him at all as she lit up and cigarette and let her mind wonder away thinking about other things, while Brian got to think his head was going to pop from all the weight on it. He just lay there in pain smelling her stinking ass.
As Ann was smoking her cigarette she was looking down and noticed her spike-heeled shoes. They were starting to show their wear. They were her favorite shoes and she wore them everyday to work. They were a little smudged and on this hot day her feet were sweaty and hot inside of them. As she stubbed out her cigarette she had a bright idea! She would let the drunk clean them for her!
She suddenly slid back to sit on the drunk’s belly and slammed both shod feet into Brian’s face and said, “Lick these!”
Brian was a little slow to catch on. All he knew was the terrible weight and smelly ass was off his face and instead these feet were in his face with the high heels digging into his chin and the soles mashing down the rest of his face. It wasn’t the terrible weight of before, but it wasn’t very pleasant either. Ann stomped/kicked him in the face and repeated, “I said, LICK THESE!”
His head reeling from the powerful shod foot slamming into his face, Brian started to lick her dirty soles in earnest. He could taste the dirt adhering to the bottom of her shoes. After he had licked the soles clean, Ann stuck her spike heels in his mouth and said, “Don’t forget to suck on these.” After he had sucked and gagged on the heels jammed half way down this throat, Ann tried to twist her foot over so he could lick the scuffs on the upper surfaces.
Seeing that wasn’t going to work very well she just took off her shoe so she could feed it to him. While she held the shoe she had him lick all the scuff marks off the top and sides and then she noticed the inside looked pretty worn and dirty so she held the inside up to his face and told him to lick it out real good.
The soles of her shoes and tops were bad enough, but the insides smelled strong and were fresh with foot sweat and years of accumulated foot dirt. The taste was terrible, but Ann didn’t care and Brian was starting to get them clean. Some of the dark stains were starting to lighten as he scrubbed them with his tongue and swallowed them down. Brian licked the inside of her shoe like he was licking icing of the inside of the bowl. But it didn’t taste like icing; her feet had been sweating in them shoes for years. After he had licked for quite a while, Ann took off her other shoe and had him lick it out as well.
After he licked about all the flavor out of her shoes Ann decided to rest her hot, tired, bare feet on his face and let him lick them too. His warm wet tongue felt soothing to her bare soles. She had him first lick all the sweat from the bottoms of her feet first and then thoroughly lick out between each toe. She stuck her feet so far into his mouth he started to gag several times. She even had him scrub the rough skin on her heels with his tongue.
After her feet felt all refreshed and rejuvenated Ann decided to sit on his face again and put her shoes back on. Brian was confused and thought he was supposed to keep licking so he started licking in her dirty ass crack. The taste immediately assaulted his tongue and he was sure he didn’t want to continue doing that.
Ann was pleasantly surprised at how good it felt, especially on her hot, and sweaty ass. She reached down and pulled her thong aside and told him if he knew what was good for him he would continue licking her ass. Ann never had her ass licked before and she couldn’t imagine how good it felt! She never thought once about what the drunk under her bare ass was feeling or tasting, just how good it felt.
Brian on the other hand found his face being smashed under Ann’s full weight again and the taste of her ass was just awful! He had never tasted anyone’s ass before either. His only hope was if he licked well enough maybe she would get off of his face and leave him alone. So he grit his teeth and licked as hard as he could.
Wow! His tongue just slipped up inside of her asshole and Ann almost hit the roof that felt so good! She told him to keep doing that and began gyrating on his face. She reached down and began stimulating her clitoris and began wildly gyrating on his face as his tongue stabbed in and out of her asshole.
Things got much worse for Brian as she was thrashing about wildly about on his face. And he thought her ass tasted bad! The inside of her asshole was much worse! What could he do? He just tried to get her off as quickly as he could, so his suffering would cease. He stuck his tongue as far up her ass as he could and sucked real hard.
Just as he did that, Ann began to have what was probably the best orgasm she ever had; or at least lately. She thrashed about wildly on his face as she worked her way through her orgasm. She was completely oblivious to the face beneath her ass and the suffering she was causing him.
Even after her orgasm subsided Ann continued to sit of his face enjoying his tongue in her ass as she recovered from her ordeal. After she relaxed for a while she finally got off of Brian’s face and straightened her thong and addressed him directly for the first time.
“That will teach you to get drunk and get in my way!” she admonished him. And saying that, she stepped directly in his face and walked over it and went on her merry way.
Brian woke up several hours later with a vague memory of a dream of a girl standing and sitting on him. But his balls and face ached horribly and his nose was broken! And what was that horrible taste in his mouth!!