story request - teacher trample

[strawberry]

hi does anyone have the story teacher trample by will c? it was a very good story also if anyone has the other stories by him

[strawberry]

for example it is you can find one like that by the same author here called lindas assistant

http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=15089

thank you

[Giblet]

I agree. A wonderful story.

Teacher Trample



(For unauthorised readers: this story is fiction, and is not meant to represent anyone living or dead. Copyright Will c).


“Well, here I go”, thought Karen Bently to herself as she sat on the flight from London to Majorca. She was a bit self-conscious about going on holiday on her own. However, her boyfriend (her first serious adult relationship) had dumped her six months ago for another girl, and she didn’t really have any close female friends that she could ask to go with her. So, despite feeling nervous and apprehensive, Karen had decided to go on holiday to Spain.
Losing her boyfriend to another girl had made Karen very self-conscious about her looks. Karen was 30, and worked as a primary school teacher in London. Karen was, to say the least, a nervous person. She was rather clumsy and always seemed to be apologising to people for something she had done. Her looks didn’t help her. Karen was about five foot four inches in height, slim build, with small, but firm, breasts. Her face was very pretty, but its impact was lessened by the fact that Karen wore glasses, and by her shoulder length mousey brown hair. Even the young children in her class made fun of her. They would call her ‘Miss Mouse’.
To make herself feel better, Karen decided to order a glass of champaign from the air hostesses. The flight was nearly empty because it was ‘off peak’, being December. Indeed Karen had a row all to herself. The nearest passenger was three rows away towards the front. There were two airhostesses serving in the first class section where Karen was seated. They were both aged about 18. One of the girl’s had long straight blond hair, blue eyes, a small pert nose and wide, sensuous lips. She was about five foot, ten inches in height. The other girl had shinny black hair cut in a bob. She had large green eyes, full lips, and an olive complexion. She was about five foot ten inches in height, similar to the other hostess. They were dressed in uniforms, which consisted of blue two piece suits (jacket and skirt), white blouse, tan stockings, and dark blue high-heeled shoes.
Karen squinted through her glasses at them. They were both very beautiful. Karen found their beauty very imposing. Their beauty made her feel inferior. Karen tried several times to get their attention, to order some Champaign. But they either just ignored her or walked past her.
Now they were both standing in the galley talking to each other. The blond girl’s name was Stacey, and the black haired girl’s name was Susan.
“I am sure I know that little weedy woman sitting in seat 45b”, said Stacey.
Susan looked out at seat 45b, where Karen was sitting, and said, “Do you know, Stacey, I think that’s Miss Bently our old primary school teacher. Remember, she came to our school to teach when she was just out of teacher training college. She was only young when she taught us, about 19. God, we must have only been about eight or nine back then”.
Stacey looked out again and said, “God, you are right, Susan, it is her. I hated her as a teacher, she was bloody awful to us kids”.
“Why don’t we get a bit of revenge then?”, suggested Susan.
“Yeah, lets do that”, agreed Stacey.
Karen was still waving her hand timidly, trying to attract the attention of one of the airhostesses. Suddenly one of them seemed to see her, and came towards her. It was the blond haired one. “Yes, madam, what can I do for you?”, she said to Karen somewhat frostily.
“Could I, please, have a glass of Champaign”, said Karen very timidly.
“I beg your pardon?”, Stacey said as if Karen had said something offensive.
Karen blushed and stammered, “I-I only a-asked for a glass of Champaign. This is first class”, she continued pushing her glasses back, “and they did say it was all part of the service.”
Stacey stormed off towards the galley, where all the drinks and food were kept, without saying a word. Once inside the galley, she found that Susan had already poured a glass of Champaign from a bottle already opened and going flat. Susan put the glass close to her mouth, made a grating sound in her throat and spat into the Champaign. She then handed it to Stacey, who spat into it several times. They were both giggling now. Stacey put the glass containing the mixture of Champaign and spittle onto a tray, and took it out to Karen.
“Your Champaign madam”, said Stacey, presenting Karen with the glass. Then Stacey and Susan watched from the galley door as Karen drank it unsuspectingly. “Let’s do something else”, suggested Susan. She then got a pot of cold coffee, lifted the lid, and walked through the aisle as if making for the back of the plane. When she was next to Karen’s seat, she made as if to stumble, tripped sideways and poured the coffee all over Karen’s blouse. But before Karen could say anything, Susan exclaimed, “What do you mean by sticking your foot out and tripping me up, madam?”
Despite her anger, Karen went red with embarrassment and mumbled, “I-I’m so s-sorry”. No one offered her any assistance to clean herself, and she was left for the rest of the flight wet and embarrassed.
However, as the aeroplane began its landing at Majorca airport, Karen was determined not to let this incident spoil her holiday. About an hour later the plane landed, and after a short taxi ride, Karen sat in her hotel room, with a glass of sherry. “OK”, she thought to herself, “I am going to pamper myself this week. I will spend lots of time by the swimming pool, getting a sun tan and resting. Above all I need rest”
Karen then went to get changed. She had bought a new two-piece white bathing suit, which she now put on. She collected some sun tan lotion and a large towel from the bathroom and then set off for the swimming pool.
The swimming pool was beautiful. A large pool full of lovely clear blue water, surrounded by grass and sunbeds. Karen found a quiet spot on the grass, laid out her towel, covered herself in lotion and lay front down on the towel. After about ten minutes, Karen’s peace and quiet was shattered. Two girls had appeared from the hotel and were playing with a large beach ball quite close to where Karen was lying. Squinting up through her glasses Karen saw the two girls and immediately recognised their faces: it was the two airhostesses from her flight. Both girls were dressed in one-piece lycra bikinis. She could see that both girls had long shapely legs, slim waists, and large breasts. She noticed also that both girls seemed to have rather attractive feet and hands. They had rather large feet, with high arches, long toes, and long, wide, smooth nails. Like wise their hands had long elegant fingers, with long, wide nails.
Karen felt incredibly envious of these two girls: young and beautiful, they had it all. Feeling rather depressed, Karen lowered her head on to her towel and tried to sleep. She could here the two girls playing very close to her. Then she heard the beach ball land on the grass near her. Karen, still lying on her front on the towel, turned her head in the direction of the two girls. Susan, the dark haired one was walking towards her, obviously going to retrieve the ball. Karen saw Susan walk towards her and assumed that she was going to step over her to get the ball. But Karen gasped with shock and surprise when Susan, instead of stepping over her, actually stepped on the small of her back as she went to get the ball. Stunned Karen just lay where she was. When Susan had picked up the ball, she turned around and began to walk back towards her friend Stacey. Instead of stepping over Karen, again she stepped on the small of her back. However, this time she lingered, holding her position, before slowly stepping off. She then went back to play ball with Stacey.
As Karen lay there, her heart was pounding. She had never been more humiliated in all her life. To be trodden under foot! She could feel her face going red. With feelings of anger rising within her, Karen got up off her towel and began walking towards Susan and Stacey. They stopped playing ball and waited. When Karen finally stood in front of them, Susan and Stacey towered over her: they were both around five foot, ten inches in height, while she was only around five foot, four inches. They stood with hands on hips smirking at her, as if daring her to do something.
Instead of arguing with these girls or telling them off, Karen gave in. she said, “I-I’m s-sorry if I was in your way when you were playing ball.”
Realising now that they could do anything they wanted with her, Susan growled at Karen, “I want you to go up to our Room, number 434, and wait for us there.”
“Y-yes, of course”, mumbled Karen meekly. And with that she scuttled off up to the hotel without even picking up hr beach towel.

[Giblet]

Susan and Stacey’s room had two bedrooms, and a large, open living room with a sofa and two chairs. Karen simply stood around and waited for them. They left her waiting there for two hours. Finally, she heard the door open and they entered. They were still dressed only in their lycra, one-piece bathing suits. Susan’s was black, to go with her black bobbed hair, and Stacey’s was white, to go with her blond hair. Susan walked up to Karen and said, “Take off your bikini top and lie down on your back on the floor”.
Karen immediately obeyed. She undid her top and took it off, exposing her small, firm breasts. She then lay down in the centre of the floor. Without warning Susan stepped on to Karen’s bare stomach with both feet. Karen gasped, as she felt Susan’s weight push down on her stomach.
“Oh, this feels great, Stacey”, said Susan. “Her belly is as soft as anything. It feels like standing on a large marshmallow.”
Meanwhile Stacey had walked up to stand close to Karen’s head. She bent down and took Karen’s glasses off and through them on to the bed. Stacey then put one foot across her forehead and eyes, and stepped up putting her other foot across Karen’s lips and chin.
“If you think standing on her belly is nice, wait until you try standing on her face”, said Stacey giggling away.
Underneath their feet, Karen was in a panic. She could feel Susan’s feet treading on her stomach as if it were a treadmill. With each step, Susan squeezed some more air out of her. As painful as that was, it was Stacey’s weight on her face and head that was causing her the most fear. She felt that her head might cave in at any moment, or if Stacey slipped she might break her jaw. So, despite her fear, Karen tried to keep her head very still.
Susan looked down at Karen and saw that her face was very red. “I suppose I’d better get off your stomach”, she said, “and let you catch your breath”. And with that she stepped off Karen’s stomach with a final pushing down of her pointed toes.
When she got off, Karen tried to breathe, but the sole of Stacey’s barefoot was covering her mouth. “Oh, now I’m stopping her breathing”, giggled Stacey, and stepped off Karen’s face.
When she was off, Karen gasped and took hug gulps of air, but she did not try to get up, but continued to lie on the floor on her back. As she lay there Stacey and Susan were admiring their footprints which were visible on her stomach and face.
When it was clear that Karen had got her breath back, Susan again stepped on to her bare stomach. She positioned her self so that she was standing with the balls of her feet just at Karen’s navel, with her toes pointing towards Karen’s face. She pointed her toes and pushed them deep into Karen’s belly. She could feel her toes pushing down into Karen’s guts.
As Karen lay there, she could feel Susan’s beautiful toes forcing themselves deep into her stomach. She didn’t have a particularly muscular stomach, so she couldn’t tense her muscles to try and force them back. Eventually the strain of trying to hold out was too much, and Karen completely relaxed her stomach. Susan’s toes sunk even deeper into Karen’s belly.
Pleased by this, Susan began to tread on Karen’s belly as it she was treading on water. Karen panted and gasped in rhythm with Susan’s steps.
“This feels excellent”, laughed Susan. “I think I can feel her breakfast! Oh, this little lump must be her womb. She won’t mind me stepping on that, since she will never need to use it”, she laughed.
Karen’s stomach felt as if it were burning. She looked up from her position on the floor and caught Susan’s eye. Susan made eye contact with her, and continued to trample her stomach. “I just love seeing that look of pain in those big dumb eyes”, laughed Susan.
Stacey who was standing by the side watching, egged on her friend, “go for it Susan.”
Susan then adjusted her position, so that she was standing with one bare foot on each of Karen’s breasts. She looked down into Karen’s horrified face and said, “I’m now going to squash your ugly tits flat.” And with that, Susan let all her weight push down on Karen’s breasts. She was surprised at how soft they were, and at how easily they flattened out underneath the soles of her bare feet.
Susan again adjusted her position, so that she was standing with her bare heels on Karen’s nipples. She then began to grind them into Karen’s nipples. Karen yelped and made a pained face. Susan liked this and continued to grind away.
Susan then put one foot on Karen’s breastbone, between her now flattened breasts, and the other longways on Karen’s face, with her heel resting on Karen’s chin.
“Look what I did to her tits”, giggled Susan, obviously pleased with herself. Karen’s breasts looked flattened, but with Susan’s weight off them, they were now regaining their former shape. Susan could now feel Karen’s facial features under the sole of her bare foot. She ground her heel into Karen’s lips, squashed her nose under the ball of her foot, and then pushed the soft underside of her toes into Karen’s closed eyes. With a final push down on Karen’s face, Susan stepped off.
Stacey was almost clapping her hands with glee, “My turn now”, she squealed. Blond Stacey now stepped on to Karen’s stomach. She dug her toes in. “Look my nails are leaving little marks on her skin”, she said to Susan, pointed to little red marks on Karen’s skin.
Stacey began to actually bounce up and down on Karen’s stomach. Karen’s face showed how painful this was for her to cope with. She tried to ask Stacey to stop. “P-p-ppp-lea---se, d-d-d-onnnn-ttt….”
“Shut up you little pig”, said Stacey, continuing to bounce. Only when Karen’s face was beetroot red did she stop.
Stacey then moved on to Karen’s breasts. She placed the sole of her left foot on Karen’s right breast and squashed it. But with her right foot, Stacey pointed her toes and pushed them into the nipple of Karen’s left breast. She made sure that the edge of the nail of her large tow was directly on the nipple.
“Which do you prefer, bitch”, said Stacey looking down into Karen’s face. “your breasts being flattened or poked?” Stacey moved her weight from foot to foot, so that she was alternately squashing Karen’s right breast with her left foot, or poking her pointed right toes into her left breast.
Stacey then lifted her right foot and pushed her pointed toes into Karen’s lips, making sure that her nails scraped and grazed them. Then she stepped off.
“Time for a little drink”, said Susan. She and Stacey poured themselves glasses of white wine, and then sat back on the sofa to admire their work. Karen continued to lie on the floor. Her breasts ached, and her stomach burned, and her face felt a little raw from all the rubbing and grinding. Oddly enough, she felt quite pleased with herself for surviving all the abuse. In fact, some of what they did was more pleasurable than painful. Unconsciously, a little smile appeared on her lips.
“Look at the bitch”, said Stacey, pointing to Karen’s face. “Obviously we weren’t tough enough on her.”.
Both Stacey and Susan set down their wineglasses. Susan said, “right, you little bitch. We are going to trample you until you beg us to stop”.
And with that, Susan stepped back on to her stomach. Stacey stepped on to Karen’s breasts. Now Karen had the weight of both girls trampling her. Susan was bouncing on her stomach, and Stacey was squashing her breasts. Although she was almost purple in the face, Karen said nothing. Stacey and Susan kept looking down, expecting to hear her pleading.
Stacey got off Karen’s breasts and said, “I have an idea”. Susan got off her stomach and they both dragged her over so that she was lying on the floor parallel to the sofa, about two feet away from it. Susan and Stacey got up on the sofa. And then one by one, they took turns jumping off onto Karen’s stomach.
The weight of each girl landing on her stomach felt like a small nuclear explosion to Karen. The air was forced out of her lungs, and her stomach was crushed under their feet. After they had each jumped about three or four times, Karen had had enough.
“St-top, please. I-I have h-had enough”, she managed to gasp.
Stacey and Susan gave a loud cheer and gave each other a ‘high-five’.
They both sat on the sofa and took up their wine.
Karen lay in the middle of the floor. She looked a mess. Her face was covered in red marks, grazes and scratches; her breasts were all red and puffy; her stomach was scratched, grazed, and had red foot marks all over it. She got off her back, and managed to scramble on to her knees.
“Right, M/s Bentley, now you can kneel in front of us and lick our feet”, said Stacey.

[Giblet]

Karen shuffled over to Stacey who was nearest, and knelt before her. She picked up Stacey’s right foot, and brought it up to her mouth. Even without her glasses, Karen could see how beautiful her feet were. She lifted Stacey’s foot and began to lick the sole, long lapping strokes from the heel right up to the soft underside of the toes. Stacey’s foot tasted salty to Karen.
Karen then licked between her toes. The she took each toe into her mouth, starting from the smallest to the largest, and used her tongue to massage and caress them. She then took all five toes into her mouth and sucked on them. Having done one foot, Karen moved on to the other and did that too.
Having finished Stacey’s feet, Karen moved along the floor so that she was kneeling now in front of Susan. Susan smirked down at her. Karen couldn’t help feeling that Susan, with her black, shinning bobbed hair, and her black lycra bathing suit, looked very dominant. Feeling inspired by this, instead of picking up Susan’s foot, as she had done with Stacey, Karen got down on to the floor so that she was lying on her belly. She then literally crawled on her belly until her face was directly over Susan’s feet.
Karen then lowered her head and began to lick Susan’s long, wide, smooth, perfectly shaped toenails. She then submissively pushed her tongue in between Susan’s toes as they rested on the floor. Karen then turned over, so that she was lying on her back. Susan placed the sole of her foot on Karen’s upturned face, as on a footstool. As it rested there, Karen pushed out her tongue and licked the sole of Susan’s foot.
When she had finished both of Susan’s feet, Karen was told to ‘piss off’ to her own room. If the girls needed her services, they would be sure to give her a call. After all, they still had her glasses

[strawberry]

thanks very much for posting it

[xtremek]

WOW MAN! That story was great, did you write that? Excellent story though, best story on here in a month or so IMO!

[Jasom]

Great work man!