Bad Day at the office

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now im not sure if this story was posted here in the past and i forgot who the author is so i don't want to take credit of writing it.


He'd been working in the office for years. Quiet and painfully shy, he'd become anonymous, if not invisible to his co-workers. He did all the menial jobs which people took for granted and he generally went by unnoticed on a daily basis by everyone. He silently accepted the abuse he suffered at the hands and feet of the girls at work no longer acknowledged his presence.
He began the day by stocking up the supplies of paper on the shelves below the printer in one of the typing pools. As he knelt down, he steadied himself by placing one hand on the floor. One of the secretaries walked over to the printer to retrieve a document she'd just typed and as she did, her left foot trod hard on his fingers. He winced as he watched her black open-toed mule press down steadily as she waited for the document to appear, unaware of the pain she was causing him. After 30 seconds or so of torment, she scooped up her work and turned twisting her foot on his throbbing fingers before she walked away. Wearily he rubbed his fingers to get the feeling back as he got to his feet.
He then went to fetch the morning post from reception. As he grabbed at the pile, a few slithered from his grip by the receptionist's feet, who was busy dealing with the morning rush of calls. When he bent down to get them, she shifted her position slightly, pinning a few letters under the 3 inch heel of her black leather boot. He carefully tried to pull them free, not wanting to interrupt her, but to no avail. He gently cupped her boot in his hand to lift it slightly but she moved again, freeing the letters but instead pinning the palm of his hand under her thick heel. He bit his lip as it dug deep into his skin. With his free hand, he placed the fallen letters on the counter with the rest of them from his half curled position on the floor. Just then, another secretary came in. 'Mail hasn't shown up yet' she breezed to the receptionist, who glanced round, saw the letters on the counter and pointed at them idly. The secretary walked round to collect them, not seeing his prone body on the carpet. Reception was always a bit cluttered so it wasn't strange to her to have to clamber over some crap lying around. He looked up at her, his hand still pinned, but she didn't even glance down as her right foot stepped on his upper arm. She placed her left foot on his shoulder as she picked up the mail and he could see the worn suede on the toe of her blue pump inches from his face before she climbed back down.
Later that morning he had to try to unclog one of the photocopiers that had jammed. He got most of the twisted paper out fairly easily but one piece was stuck tight low and at the back of the machine. He reached in, stretching his fingers but couldn't quite get it. He could stretch a little more if he laid down, which left his back and legs exposed in the corridor. Although no one really saw him, it was as if they could sense something was there so instead of tripping over him, the girls would just walk over him as if he was part of the floor. While he unjammed the copier he was stepped on three times. First he felt a flat sandal press down on his lower back as one girl walked past. Then a low heeled pump trod hard on the back of his thigh. The third and the worst was the thin stiletto of probably the most attractive girl in the office. She actually had come to use the photocopier and stood huffing as she jabbed as the unresponsive controls, her feet placed side by side on his shoulder blades, her heels like daggers. He turned his face to the side to stare up at her as her right foot moved forward slightly. He could see the dusty worn sole of her shoe as came to rest on his cheek, before pressing down as she pushed and shook the machine. Her foot lifted and she aimed a frustrated kick at the machine and as she did, her slender heel dragged along his cheek, drawing blood. Giving up she petulantly stamped her foot on his cheekbone before storming off.
Bruised and battered he got to his feet. It was only Monday morning...

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A little later that morning he heard a couple of the ladies complain that the sink in the ladies room was backed up as apparently one or more of the women there had tried to wash their hair down the drain. He mused to himself at least that's one lowly job he would not be involved with due to the sanctity of the "Ladies Room". How silly of him to think that, as just before lunch his female supervisor came to him and asked him to do the job while the office women were all at lunch. Reluctantly he got his tool box and nervously knocked and entered the ladies room, finding no one in there he immediately set to the task at hand. There were 3 sinks in a row to the side of the 3 stalls and laying underneath the sinks to gain access to the plumbing he was barely covered by the sinks above leaving himself dangerously exposed if the office women were to enter and still find him as an invisible obstacle. He would have to work quickly before the women got back as he knew after a big lunch the natural place to visit was the very place he was. Unfortunately not all the ladies went out to lunch as just as he loosened the trap to the sink next to the stall he heard the door open and the clicking of heels approaching him. Unbelievably the long legs were headed right towards the sink he had his head under. He barely had time to duck his head directly under the drain before the shiny red heels were now standing where his head had been only seconds before. Totally ignoring his presence she began to wash her hands. As he already removed the trap the soapy water directly drained over his mouth and he was forced to swallow it or the floor would puddle up and wet her shoes. The water drained slowly at first as he could see the greasy hairball in the pipe above. But then splashed out suddenly when the hairball was dislodged and he almost choked on the horrible mass. He could hear the squeak of the water shutting off so fortunately the puddle of soapy waste water that he hadn't been able to swallow hadn't spread out to far. He noticed the small puddle by his left hand and was busy mopping it up with his tie when she changed positions to the middle sink and the sole of her left shoe had found it and was now grinding it back and forth depositing the shoe grime off her sole on to his brand new silk tie turning it black and tearing it to shreds. Instinctively trying to rescue his tie he reached out to rescue it but it only provided a platform for her right foot. The red heeled lady now transferred most of her weight on the right heel that was pinning his hand sending waves of pain up his arm and he was at least able to free his once good looking tie. She only made minor twists with her right foot keeping him pinned and in excruciating pain as she continued to apply her make up totally oblivious of the damage she was doing below. Concerned about his time limits he started to reassemble the trap under the sink with only his right hand. He did manage to get it together by moving his tool box under the trap to prop up the pipe while he screwed it together. However another two ladies had now returned from lunch and went to the stalls. His situation was hopeless as the red heeled lady was still working on her facial touch ups pinning his now almost numb hand to the floor and now he was going to have to listen and smell the ladies do what was only natural to do after a lunch. Fortunately neither had chose to use the 1st stall that only was a few inches from his head. He heard a toilet flush and another set of heels click towards him. These were an attractive shiny black set with equally attractive legs stemming from them and he was glad they walked right passed his head and headed toward the sink that was open to the left of the red heels. He was shocked or stunned when the black heels didn't stop before his hips but instead climbed up on top of him. Those long stiletto heels were now planted on top of his crotch as she shifted her weight back and forth trying to find the comfortable spot which was her left heel trying to pierce the flesh on his upper hip with the sole firmly trapping his member underneath and her right heel teasing his stomach. The red heels had shifted slightly allowing a fresh supply of blood and feeling to return to his hand but now both the red heels were planted on his hand so he was the total support of the attractive estimated 120 pounds she bore. They cheerfully engaged in conversation with each other all the while unconcerned about punishing their new floor mat. He heard the other toilet flush and feared that there was only one sink open and what that might mean, but at last the red heels turned to leave spinning gruesomely on his left hand, but at least that sink was free and so was his left hand which he caught a quick glance and shuttered at the piece of hamburger at the end of his arm that the red heels had branded so well. He felt lucky as the new set of light green low heels again bypassed the "head sink" and moved into the position the red heels had vacated. Being smart this time he tucked his hand underneath his body thinking he would be safe but unbelievably she just walked up on to his chest like he was a step especially made for that purpose and proceeded to talk 'girl talk' with the black stilettos. He couldn't believe the conversation he was privy to as they began to talk about their feminine cycles. He was not at all surprised when he managed to get a peak at her pretty yellow panties and noticed the wings covering her crotch when the right green shoe slid over to his forehead lightly as she reached for the soap dispenser. Excited by the view she provided he was still amazed that this green shod lady had just stepped on his face. He was nothing, no more important than the floor they walked on. Lunch was over and 3 more ladies came in. Two went to the stalls and the third one was headed for the only sink that was left open. Panic struck him as the green heels told him his face was not going to get any more consideration than the rest of his body. This pair of black heels were not the stilettos that were massacring his genitalia but were still formidable in their own right. He tried to shrink back under the sink but the tool box prevented his head from retreating. His only hope was that this attractive pair of legs that seemed taller than the rest wouldn't want to step as close to the sink as the others. He new the extra height and the well developed chest meant extra weight (probably at least 180 pounds), and the well developed chest although it made her that much more attractive also would prevent her from seeing what was directly below her; as if it made any difference to her if she noticed his presence anyway. Indeed she was beautiful but he wondered if he would live to remember her beauty as her right foot lifted up over his eyes and began to explore for a firm toehold on her pedestal. The black heel briefly explored first one eye socket then the other as he both admired the fantastic view and contemplated his death. The exquisite vision soon yielded to the gritty blackness of the sole of her foot as she decided the depression over his eye sockets best would provide her the footing she desired. The pressure quickly increased exponentially as all 185 pounds of her was applied to the top of his head. Her left foot quickly assumed the position over his lips as she applied an incredible pressure on them causing his mouth to spread wide open to accommodate her weight. His tongue was exposed to the shoe grime and dust on the bottom of her sole. This was made worse as she attempted to find a more 'comfy' spot by sliding her left foot around, effectively cleaning the bottom of her soles on the moist lips and tongue inside his mouth. Unfamiliar with the hole under her foot she began to explore his mouth and tonsils with her heel. Satisfied that this hole would not cause her any undue risk, she simply reapplied her foot to his lower chin and then shifted all her weight to his chin. Her right foot now also wanting to rid itself of the depression below her sole relocated to his forehead and slightly forward so that the heel of the well worn shoe was centered in the middle of his brow. Again shifting her weight back and forth he found it amazing that all 185 pounds of the 6' 3" amazon centered on the one black heel of her right foot didn't cave his skull in. However this reopened the vision of the tall legs towering above him meeting in a juncture of a black lacy panties. He concentrated on the breath taking view as she continued to fine-tune her stance. Her left foot now widened her stance as it found footing on his upper chest. This apparently was a little too wide for her as she quickly snugged it up just under his chin. He again was in panic mode as she equalized her weight crushing his throat cutting off his air supply. He was quite fortunate in that she had fidgety feet as just before repeatedly passing out she would let up and shift all her weight on the heel on his brow. Of course all during this carnage she carried on a very sweet conversation with the other two girls about how she felt men should be punished in general for the way they never appreciated or took a women's talents seriously. Meanwhile more ladies were entering the room and he could see several pretty shoes attached to a sea of legs waiting. As the lady on his groin stepped off another set of red heels replaced them and he just became a part of the floor for this new lady as well as the one that replaced the one on his chest. He was nothing but a convenient platform for them to access the sinks. He casually wondered why as the stall next to him remained unused all this time, until one of the ladies complained and mentioned that they should get that handy guy [meaning him] to unlock the jammed latch to the door of the stall. The conversation quickly turned to him as he heard a variety of comments from various ladies saying things from he always seem to be underfoot and was never around when something needed fixed or cleaned up and that he was completely a class below the sophisticated women that were employed there. Then unexpectedly the black heels above mentioned that they were being just as guilty as the men that they were accusing and mentioned that we ladies should show more kindness toward him as she again shifted her weight back on his throat to the brink of passing out due to a lack of air. He appreciated her kind sentiment but not what happened next as she apparently finished what she was doing and spun around to leave almost boring a hole in his skull with the right heel and strode off. The empty sink then attracted a new customer as he watched helplessly as a set of blue heels replaced hers and he was now staring up at a pretty pink crotch. This set of shoes were extremely dirty as he heard the lady complain about the muddy path from where she had to park after lunch. A lot of the mud was deposited on his face which was now being ground in to him, but then she raised her heels up and removed first one shoe then the other. With no heels now threatening to puncture his skin or pierce his eye he rather enjoyed this comparative comfort of this petite lady who was barely a hundred pounds as she decided as she moved her feet around that her right foot felt best standing on his upper lip nose and eyes and the left foot precariously balanced on his chin. He now had to contend with the fragrance coming from her feet which was incredibly strong for something so gorgeous and petite. He guessed it was because her feet got wet and were trapped encased in their leather prison until just now freed, but he still marveled how a women so beautiful could have such stinky feet as he was forced to inhale their bouquet. She began both cleaning her shoes in the sink and cleaning her toes in his mouth as she explored the hole that was beneath them. At one point she had the toes of her left foot in the back of his throat as she shifted all her weight on that foot while the toes on her right foot gently explored his eyes. He tried to close his eyelids but she kept dragging them open and softly manipulated his eyes with her toes. Her shoes now cleaned to her satisfaction she lifted first her right foot focusing all her meager weight down to his tonsils and halfway reached down low enough to replace her heel and then switched feet as the heel of her right shoe was now boring down in the corner of his eye. Not quite quick enough for him but quickly enough she replaced the other shoe as the heel of that shoe returned to its former area and was inside his mouth. She continued to stand there as she washed her hands. During the next 15 minutes he felt as though almost every girl in the office had come in and stood on either his face, chest, or groin. Finally he thought the room was empty as there was no one at the sinks and thought there was no in in any of the stalls. He decided that the best thing he could do now was to scoot himself under that first locked stall and unlock it as he was already prone in the position and nobody was there. Ooops, he heard the far toilet flush and saw a set of yellow heels click there way to the sink. Still apparently totally invisible she hopped up on his chest and he could hear the water turn on. He assumed that this would be quick and she would soon leave and he would be truly able to freely leave this torture chamber AKA the 'ladies restroom'. He decided that it would be quick to unlock the stall at this point so when she hopped off he would hastily exit. So much for assuming the water turned off and he heard her start brushing her hair as she shifted around on his chest. Meanwhile 2 more ladies entered on took the other two stalls as the lady on his chest continued to pin him motionless. Still trapping him with his head inside the stall directly in front of the commode he again heard the door open and the clicking of heels coming to the only unoccupied stall. He again panicked, but surely no one would sacrifice their privacy in this moment of intimacy by not noticing his head staring up at them in front of the toilet bowl. Incredibly not so as the door to the stall open and it was his very attractive middle aged boss now stepping on his face and turning around stretching his facial features into unimaginable poses. He stared in disbelief as he now saw his bosses panties descending on his face until they rested on his face with the crotch centered on his nose. The order emanating from this little strip of fabric was astonishingly powerful and moist due to undetermined causes. Thoroughly humiliated as to having to smell his bosses crotch he gave up wondering what the office women would due to him next. The boss finished her business and again stood up on his face and walked out and took the sink next to the lady on his chest. So as the next lady came in to his stall and displayed herself in the same way as the previous occupant his boss was not giving his genitalia a firm massage with her heels. When would this end as the new stall occupant above him had the tell tale wings wrapped around her panties as they were lowered in the same way as before and he got to know what a lady in pink heels smelled like during her period. After her business was done but before replacing the panties she stripped off the old pantyliner and put on the new one. Carelessly she dropped the old one on the floor (his face) and was to indignant to retrieve it. Standing as she adjusted her clothes she was stepping on the old liner which had overturned so that the business end was facing him and the sticky side was stuck to the sole of her foot. Knowing that she would be mortified if she walked out in public with this stuck to her foot he grabbed the end of the liner with his teeth and as she lifted her foot up he was now holding the smelly thing in his mouth. Showing no gratitude for this brave maneuver the heel of the offending foot now came down on his lips forcing its way into his mouth taking the liner with it until it was so deep in his throat he had to swallow it. Such heroism went unrewarded as she exited and took a position on the last sink stepping up on his thighs and knees. His boss had manipulated her feet back and forth until finally her foot job brought him to a climax. With the boss now leaving the restroom it kind of signal that lunch was now over and the restroom was now really empty. and he was finally able to leave the room of torment. He very stiffly returned to his desk and began to eat the lunch he had brought with him this morning and was unable to eat yet.

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Naturally, it wasn't long at all before his lady boss, Beverly, spotted him starting to open his sack lunch and quickly marched over to his little desk and slapped the bag right out of his hands, scolding him; "The time for snacking is over, the lunch hour ended 5 minutes ago." He started to object and remind her of the previous assignment she had given him, but it was too late as his bag of goodies was now 10 feet away on the floor and in the main corridor between the array of desks and already was getting nudged (or kicked) down the aisle towards that dreaded copier that he thanklessly maintained by the other ladies in the office who would rather walk on a piece of trash rather than to make the effort to avoid it. Miss Beverly, (or Bev as he referred to her when she was not in ear shot) had finished her short but demeaning lecture and had just turned her back to walk back to her office and he started to get up to retrieve his bag of vitals, when she abruptly turned around, sternly commanding him to remain seated until she had given permission for him that he may get up to take his afternoon break. Helplessly he got back in his seat and watched his lunch bag move further and further away as if each office lady had radar in their feet and everyone of them managed to make contact with his precious meal. So far no real damage had been done as his officemates had only delivered glancing blows and none so hard that it wasn't more than 20 feet away at this point. Then finally Shelly one of the tallest women he had ever met was kind enough to make a solid contact with it and put it almost in arms reach of his desk, but right at the back of Bev's feet he was still glaring at him to make sure he would not attempt to get up. Satisfied with his compliance she took a half a step back and spun around to go back to her desk. Of course this macerated his lunch and dragged it back out in the middle of the corridor again. Even though Bev had squarely put her foot in the middle of his sack lunch when she spun around he figured the damage done by her wasn't a total loss and he still would be able to salvage enough nourishment to tide him over until his dinner. With Bev's shoe print branding the middle of the sack it would now be an open invitation for his other officemates to now destroy what was left. The first offender was Frances who managed to catch the middle of his bag with her heel and carried all the way down to the copier still stuck to her heel. Once there she managed to dislodge it. He still had a clear view of his rations and outside the major crush Bev had delivered it was still in reasonably edible shape. Frances had only put a hole in it and flattened the outside of what he assumed to be left of his sandwich, but it was certainly now in the worse possible place. It was in the spot where all 30 of the ladies that worked with him would stand as each of them finished what they typed and went to make a file copy of their reports. Traci was the first to line up behind her, and as Frances stepped back to allow Traci access to the machine Frances then put her foot in the middle of his lunch as she walked away. Next Traci moved the lunch slightly forward so that it was in perfect position to receive all future on-comers and then proceeded to plant the soles of both of her high heeled shoes on his noontime meal. After Traci was Dawn, then Roberta, Barb, Dominque, and still later Misty and Lexus until he practically saw every one of his office associates had managed to park one or more of their feet continuing to massage what used to be his nourishment into a messy smear on the floor. By 3 pm Bev came back to his desk and sweetly asked him that on his break right now if he would mind cleaning up a little mess by the copying machine. Bev always new how to mix a lot of sweet honey in requesting a favor so he never refused her and was always willing to do whatever she asked. Needless to say he new what the sticky mess was and eagerly went to perform his mission in the hopes that he could scrape up something of the debris and fill his stomach a little. In his haste to get to the copier before any of the other ladies approached it he neglected to get anything in which to wipe up, or scrape up the junk on the floor. Thinking quickly or perhaps not thinking clearly, he immediately laid down in the prone position with his head right over the gooey, gritty, blackened mess trying to debate to put his tongue to the floor to lap it up. Shelly however made this decision for him as she came up behind him carefully studying the report she was about to copy totally oblivious of the back of his neck below her in which her right foot now pushed to the floor quickly followed by her left foot which centered in the back of his head and thus forced his tongue and the rest of his face into the black, gritty, goo. Shelly was well proportioned for her size being very attractive, and although she weighed almost 200 pounds, had she been a petite size lady with her figure she would have only weighed 120 or so pounds. But nonetheless her enormous weight made resistance futile and his tongue reluctantly lapped up the only nourishment he was going to get before his dinner at 8 pm. He lived alone and he had a long commute and with no family her got used to eating his dinner very late, this is why lunch was so important to him. Currently despite Bev's actions he was at least getting something inside his belly. As Shelly shifted her weight back and forth he found it increasing difficult to apply his tongue with so much pressure on his head or breath with so much pressure on his neck depending of course on Shelly's posture. Of all the ladies that constantly ignored his existence he favored Shelly the most as it would always seem by whatever coincidence whatever she did often helped him out in some way. So despite the pain, humiliation, and lack of being able to breath he still loved her touch; even if it was just the bottom of her heels. He was finished licking the floor clean as Shelly reached over to collect her documents and lifted up her left foot to move it closer to the discharge bin and with his head now free he watched her plant the heel of her sexy stiletto into the middle of his outstretched hand. Pain shot through his arm and would have screamed had it not been for all the pressure still on his neck. The hand quickly went numb and she removed her right foot as well focusing her entire 200 pounds mostly through the heel emerging from the back of his hand. She paused there for a moment to gather and sort through the papers. He took this opportunity to try to flip over on his back for two reasons. The first was with his face down he felt extremely vulnerable not being able to see what was happening above him and secondly he utterly treasured every moment he got to stare at her beauty. She even shifted her left foot a little thus freeing him for his flip. Just as he righted himself Shelly repositioned herself so that she re-pinned his arms with the heel of her left foot on his index finger and the heel of her right foot in the middle of his wrist and the sole of her left foot in the palm of the other hand and the sole of her right foot on the lower arm. Somehow Jaimie appeared from nowhere and immediately slid into the same position that Shelly was a second ago. Obviously though Jaime feet were on his upturned face and his very vulnerable neck. Not caring what was below her feet she twisted them around getting both comfortable and stable for the numerous copies she was going to have to make. She immediately struck up a conversation with Shelly still standing next to her and overheard Jaimie say that she had about 30 minutes of copying and collating to do and Shelly always showing kindness to her coworkers offered to help sort while Jaimie was feeding in the copies. Now Shelly heels had free reign over his arms, face, and neck. And Jaime overlapped her territory with her spikes everything from the top of his forehead to his groin. At the moment Jaimie feet were on the top of his fore head and still on his neck. Jaimie would shift back and forth and with her entire weight on her right foot on his neck he still manage to get a trickle of air passed underneath her compressing his neck. He was more concerned how carelessly she positioned her left heel as too many times it hovered over his eyes and occasionally actually made contact with his eyelid, leaving a minor scratch or to on them. Finally Jaimie shifted over to his chest and stomach and Shelly filled the void over his face. If he was pleased with the occasional glimpse of what Jaimie held privately intimate that no man except for a very select few was permitted to view as her petite little legs rose up to a bright satiny purple at their juncture. He cherished what he now saw as Shelly's legs now towered above him. Such magnificent beauty he thought to himself as he focused on the almost transparent yellow material and could easily see the defined dark splotch that she kept well groomed and like Jaime only a very select few were allow to view. This in fact had its price to pay as she shifted her weight to the right and his neck was caught inside the arch of her heel completely occluding any attempt to get both air and blood past her weight. He loved the view as he felt himself get dizzy as he approached unconsciousness. He mused that if he were invisible to 30 ladies while he was alive, how long before the stink of his dead body would it take to discover what used to be him. No matter, this view was to die for and he again laughed despite himself. True to form Shelly always was doing nice things for him and she shifted her weight momentarily so that her left sole was now covering his eyes punishing him for his previous voyeurism, but at the same point she also shifted all of her weight to that foot and let a much needed supply of blood and air pass by. This was short lived as she next shifted the other direction and her entire weight was on her right foot as his eyes almost bugged out of their sockets. Her left foot was now freely floating over his face alternatively the heel and toe of her stiletto was exploring the different features of the surface below her foot. The toe of her shoe was forced passed his lips and she exchanged the moistness of his lips, tongue, and mouth for the grit off the bottom of her sole. He didn't mind because it was Shelly. What he did mind however was when her heel started exploring each of his eye sockets and for a brief moment he was afraid she decided that his eye socket was a good place to plant her left foot to support her weight as it seemed she was about to shift her weight back. The stiletto applied an extreme amount of pressure in the corner of his eye, and he was truly afraid that his last vision was going to be the fantastic beauty of her well formed legs. Just before the rest of the weight shifted back over the heel miraculously found its way up to the notch between his eyebrows. This would save his vision if and only if the spike heel didn't slip off its precarious perch between his eyes. So far so good as the entire weight of her body was on that tiny little area between his eyes as her sole of that foot extended beyond his facial features and her right foot was now floating free. She however left the high heel stuck to the crook of his neck as he was now feeling her bare toes on his lips. She most have been curious as to the funny depression below her that allowed the toe of the other shoe to pass inside. He also noticed the incredible foot smell emanating from that foot as well. It was obvious that this was the first time that day that her toes had seen the light of day as she spread her stretched out toes, trying to air them out quickly brushing up against his upper lip. He now wondered how something so beautiful as her foot was could smell so bad. As much as he worshiped Shelly he kept his lips closed tight trying to prevent those nasty things from entering his mouth. He could not however maintain the argument against her overwhelming strength as the toes forced their way past his lips. What an awful horrible taste she just imposed on him as he now had a mouth full of her foot sweat. She seemed to sense that somehow the smell was being reduced while she had her toes in there as she continued to push as much of her foot inside his mouth as possible with his dentures popped out when Shelly first stepped on the back of his head there was a surprisingly great amount of room in his mouth to accommodate her foot. Her toes seem to touch the back of his throat pushing aside his tonsils and all but the heel of her size 11 foot was now inside his mouth getting bathed. Again this had its blessing as the heel that was anchored in the notch between his eyebrows was now free to relocate on his forehead. She shifted her weight back over to his forehead as the foot eased out of his mouth but now rested lightly over his nose and eyes. Although the footsweat was now gone the smell although reduced was still enough to take one's breath away. But there it remained while it dried off. Her toes were not still however as they sought out to explore every facet of his eyeballs
as what she probably considered delicate pressure almost seemed enough to push his eyeball out of its socket. Every time he closed his eyelids her toes forced them open. The odor still strong enough to make his eyes water. He could tell by the conversation above him that the 30 minutes had gone by and their job was just about finished. Shelly's foot now dry sought to regain its cover and re-explored her shoe which was still anchored to his neck. In order for her to get that shoe on she had to really push her toes in hard in them and he felt that even more than her 200 pounds was applied to accomplish this. Then if there was any doubt as to the punishment she was capable of she proceeded to stamp her foot on top of his neck to get her foot in the rest of the way. He was amazed he survived this. With her shoes on she moved back over to punish his outstretched arms and hands as Jaime walked back up from his groin to his face and perched both her high heeled shoes on top of his face straddling his nose and then pivoted both feet simultaneously to face the copier. His face contorted beyond description with her maneuver. But he new that the two ladies' torment was just about over and counted the seconds that it would take to dismount. Jaimie again pivoted both her feet cruelly contorting his face as she strode off him and back to her desk. Shelly was a little slower in getting off his fingers however and when he turned to look at his hands trapped below her heels he spied the dentures she had forcibly removed. Almost at the moment he spotted them Shelly also spun around grinding the tops of his hands under her soles and strode off and her first step landed on top of his upper denture and kicked the other one 3 or 4 feet in front of her. He figured the $3000 dentures were toast but remarkably the upper supported her entire weight as she stepped on them full weight and stopped and just stood there as he imagined the strain the plastic was going through. He wondered why she stopped so abruptly but that question was answered when he recognized the legs of the new lady approaching as Bev's. Shelly's shifted slightly as Bev approached and his upper denture shot out from under her foot into the path of the approaching Bev. When Bev reached Shelly she stopped there to thank her for helping Jaime get out that mega report. In so doing she stopped right where his denture was with the arch of her heel directly over it. This would have been fine if she had only stayed motionless but such was not the case as she positioned her heel on top of his upper teeth and then shifted all her weight to that one foot as the other foot was freely in the air. He couldn't believe what she did next as some how the other foot had found his lower denture and had dragged it underneath her so that when she now put her foot down the lower denture supported the sole of that foot. Miss Beverly now was stepping on both his mouth pieces. The conversation was brief and Shelly moved off and naturally Bev now took the position on his face. Because Bev's manner was so sophisticated above the rest of the ladies and she represented power, he was especially turned on when Bev displayed her black lacy panties over him one more time as it was her turn to once again punish him. Of course he had to pay a price for this view as her heels dug sharply into his forehead and at the base of his neck. She also tested how long he could go with neither air passing into his lungs or blood passing to his head as she seem to enjoy leaning on her right foot. While with this was happening she 'walked' her left foot around sideways on his face occasionally cutting off his view of the black lace and giving him a bug's eye view of the the bottom of her heel as it poised light a snake ready to strike him in his eye. It never did although the heel did get close enough to prevent his eyelid from closing. At the same time he was ready to pass out from lack of oxygen he was shaking like a leaf of the impending loss of sight. Bev paid him no mind however she did shift positions so that the heel protruded past his eyeballs and trapped them in the space under the arch of her heel. The right foot now free as his outer rim of his eye sockets somehow supported her modest 145 pounds, began to explore the strange surfaces and bumps of his nose and lips. He heard the machine's ding indicating the completion of the copy work and thought 'wonderful' she will now leave and he could free himself of this terribly vulnerable position. Right after the "ding" from somewhere he heard the tune from EZ Top's "She's got legs and she knows how to use them" He used to really like this tune until he realized it was her cell phone going off and he was about to be the bottom of a phone booth. Turning around and leaning against the copier she really got in a comfortable position where she could talk to her teenage daughter on the phone and watch the office at the same time. She even kicked off both of her shoes at this point and he was taken a back slightly at the strength of her foot's perfume as she played with his nose and lips with her toes. Compared to Shelly her aroma was mild and he wondered what her playful toes would do if he parted his lips and made a tunnel for her to explore. No sooner than he had his mouth open the toes dived in. It was strangely erotic that this powerful women chose unknowingly to force intimacy with her foot and all of its smells. Would she be embarrassed if she knew what she was doing? ...would she be apologetic? ...would she even care? He chose to think the later as all the women in the office treated him like the dirt on the floor. By the end of her conversation with her daughter 15 minutes later he was completely familiar with the unique features of her toes. He admired how well manicured and soft they were, but at the same time capable of forces strong enough to stretch and contort his face unimaginable poses. For the most part when he wasn't staring at her toes he was staring at the black lacy patch way above his head. He thought they looked much prettier up there rather than up close and personal where he had to share the acrid smell which she had attempted to perfume over inside the ladies room hours ago. He also learned quite a lot about her daughter Amanda by the conversation on the phone which he knew by its personal nature he was never supposed to privy to. Finally she put the phone back in the slim pocket in her skirt and fetched the discarded shoes one at a time back up to his face where she slammed both of them on causing even more trauma to an already traumatized face. As she strode off she managed to re-find his dentures first stepping on one then the other. Pausing for some unknown reason on top of the denture she was standing on he imagined the terrific strain they had gone through between Shelly and her. She seemed to feel the strangeness of this bump and decided to give his upper denture a good swift kick down the corridor where 3 different ladies stepped on on kicked them again and he lost track of where the third kick had shot it to. As Bev walked away he quickly rose to his feet and in a panic searched everywhere for the missing teeth. Not able to find it before Bev found him away from his desk she glared at him pointing with her pencil for him to return to his desk at once. If he hesitated he knew it meant trouble so reluctantly sat down not knowing the fate of the $3000 he had infested in that piece of plastic. Apparently he still didn't sit down fast enough and Bev had now paged him on the overhead that he was to report to her office concerning his tardiness from the 3 o'clock break as it was now close to four. As he came into her office she began demanding to know where he had been for the last 15 minutes as she stood out there by the copier watching the office and noticed that he had not been at his desk. He was speechless as he did not know how to tell her he had been sucking on her toes all that time and just kind of stammered. He noticed something pink under her desk and discovered where either the 3rd or subsequent kicks had brought his denture. Her shoes were off and his denture had now become her little toe toy and it wasn't going to be hard to imagine what it was going to smell and taste like if and when he ever got it back. She had finished scolding him and was now giving him his next task

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As Miss Beverley continued to scold him he found it difficult to maintain eye to eye contact with her as his eyes refused to divert from the antics her toes were playing with his upper denture under her desk. With only minimum pressure on them he knew first they were safe from being smashed and secondly they were going to taste a lot different when they finally got back into his mouth. He even wondered if he would even want them back in there until he remembered how expensive they were. He would worry about that later as he attempted to keep track of what she was saying. She had now changed the subject a little and began to tell him how busy she was and the rest of the ladies and as the one and only male in the office he needed to pull his weight and help the rest of her staff in every way possible. She now began to complain about how sticky the floor was especially in front of the copier and wanted him to roll up the expensive Persian throw rug she had between the door and the front of her desk, before she had to have each of the ladies in there to discuss there performance appraisals. He eagerly agreed hoping to begin to get back on her good side and immediately backed up and as he was bending over he got slammed in the rear with the door to her office which had been closed for the privacy of the his "chewing out." He instantly was now prone on the white rug he was supposed to be rolling up, but managed to twist around in time to see his "attacker" step up on his leg. She was younger than the any of the rest of the staff and she was wearing a very dressy set of boots with 3 inch heels. They were muddy and damp from the parking lot outside after this morning's storm. She immediately started talking concerning the same topic as being discussed while Bev was on the phone a few minutes ago and he recognized that this must be her daughter, Amanda. Because of the sudden interruption, Bev was distracted from the fact that he was still in her office as Amanda continued to complain about how the weather was against her and might ruin her favorite pair of party shoes as she had agreed for her date to meet her in the lobby of her Mom's office. As she was complaining about the mud puddles she had to ford across she was unconsciously wiping her feet all over him, which of course as she tried she had needed to set her purse down, she was right up to the edge of the desk and thus standing on what he began to think was the office door mat otherwise none as his face as she continued to grind her soles on his mouth, nose, and eyes. It probably would not have made a difference as she probably would of forced her way anyway, but he voluntarily opened his mouth and began to clean the grime off her boots. He hoped she would appreciate his efforts as she used his gums to scale off the mud and stuff off of each boot. It almost seemed that she was aware of his presence as she the other boot found its way down in to his throat as well. Meanwhile Bev had put her shoes back on and was also busy grinding the grit off her soles on his teeth as well. Out of the corner of his eye he managed to see that Bev had eventually kicked his now formerly pink denture out from beneath her desk. Good he thought as it was finally out of harms way until Mandy had dismounted and used the space where his teeth were as her landing spot off his head and now was standing full weight on his upper teeth. She continued to turn and ground his precious plastic into the beautiful white Persian rug and started out the door when Bev stopped her and asked her to start sending the ladies in for their performance appraisals as she had to get them all done this evening. Finally his enameled ware reappeared out from under her heel and he feared that they may have been cracked as they yielded under the strain of Mandy's sexy heels. Instead of getting off the floor and out of harms way as he was now finally free to do so he reached out for his teeth until Bev had decided at that minute to stretch her legs and extended them so that the heel of each foot was now pinning his right arm to the floor as she rocked them back and forth stretching them and also digging them deeply into his flesh. Fortunately this torture didn't last long as she retracted them back under her desk, but it was already too late as the first of his coworkers, Dawn, had just stepped on his groin and the other 28 ladies were all lined up behind her. He knew his fate for the next 2 hours as raised his head up slightly and saw the sea of legs lined up behind Dawn just waiting there patiently to trample him into the floor. No wonder Bev wanted her costly rug out of the harms way. Just the wear and tear of 29 sets of heels pulverizing her dear carpet would be enough, but add in the fact that many of them were still sticky with his macerated lunch the combination would destroy the valuable runner. This view was brought to an end as Dawn placed her right foot on his neck forcing his head back down and her left heel on his forehead. The legs were parted just far enough to afford him some lovely scenery as could spot a slim sliver of green on the top of her magnificently shaped legs. Mean while Jamie had stepped up and was trying to annihilate the tent pole that had emerged while Dawn was displaying her intimate elements. He found out quickly that first he had ample time to clean each sole and each heel as the ladies pounded them into his mouth. Bev was an extraordinary individual to work for as she showered each of her girls with admiration and showed extreme tolerances for the same routine things she traditionally admonished him with. Each lady had approximately 4 minutes of compliments while they were positioned on his mug and then they would have to step down and sign the evaluation form. Naturally his teeth supported this function as well as they all managed to position themselves on his denture. After all 30 women had finished with them he no longer worried about what they tasted or smelled like, only if they were going survive the encounters in one piece. He endured almost 2 hours of this grinding, pounding, scuffing torment, but also at the same time had enjoyed all of the sexy poses his coworkers had just provided him. As the line neared to an end Frances was busy with her heel in his throat and he felt a much firmer pressure on his manhood than with any of the prior ladies and guessed it had to be Shelly. He couldn't tell for sure as Frances kept his eyes covered with her soles but he remembered that Shelly had not participated in this crush fest yet. His little soldier had already discharged his weapon 5 or 6 times with the constant inspiration above his face and the continual massaging down there. The poor soldier was extremely reluctant, but Shelly had managed to revive him as 4 minutes of her shuffling around on top of him awakened the little monster again. Now with Frances perched on his teeth he saw a big smile grow on Shelly's lips as she looked down at him or the bottom edge of the desk. He wasn't sure what she was looking at and wasn't sure if he was the reason for her smile or just the long awaited pleasant contact with Bev. He quickly figured it was the later as a 200 pound heel landed on the base of his chin. His chin could not support this sudden weight and he felt his chin shifting and then her heel sliding off and burying itself deep into his neck. Not only was this extremely painful it was also cutting off his air. The adrenalin surge caused by her sexy towering legs first massaging his groin and no his lips while providing an eyeful for him made him forget about the pain and made him concentrate on breathing. Being the last, Bev was relaxed and spent more time chit chatting which solved one problem as Shelly hooked a heel in his mouth and popped off one heel and then hooked the 2nd heel in his right eye and popped off the 2nd heel. Although trembling as her heel invaded his eye he could at least breath now, but just as before her foot perfume was incredible as he again marveled that such an attractive lady could have feet this aromatic. For the next 10 minutes his every breath was flavored through her toes as she rubbed her foot sweat firmly into his cheeks, lips, and nose. Getting used to her pong, she began fishing with her toes deep into his mouth - horrible taste, but a fantastic view. His facial massage was now over as she gathered her heels with her toes and carefully positioning each of them over his mouth nose and forehead she jammed her foot in the toe of the shoe and wiggled it around until they sealed up her feet inside the leather encasements. Then as she stepped down, his dentures still performed their newly acquired function as the new office step down as they disappeared under the sole of her right shoe. As her left foot came up and lightly caressed the calf of her right leg he again was alarmed at just how much torture his mouthpiece could take as he watched her right foot continue to slowly grind anything under it mercilessly. Shelly was apparently more friendly with Bev than he realized as the two continued with their small talk. Then as she shifted forward a little her heel was now perched on top of the center of his teeth. Again he imagined his dentures yelling out a cry for help as her 1/4" X 1/2" heel was no supporting all of Shelly's 200 pounds. He was surprised that she kept could keep stable with the one heel precariously balanced on the arched plastic. He was good with math and physics and quickly calculated that there was now 1600 psi focused on the top of his plastic arch and marveled at the compressive strength that he owed the Roman Empire as he watched her force his teeth deep into the rug and perhaps beyond. He was relieved when she finally took her foot off and without thinking it through totally. His fingers sprang into motion to rescue his denture, maybe he was thinking that if that anything that little piece of plastic could take his fingers could too. Whatever the case it was now going to be put to the test as in a quick second he now saw her heel on the middle of the base of his index and it was rapidly crushing it with pain he hadn't ever imagined. He did imagine however that her heel was going to amputate his finger right before his eyes. Oh he was so thankful this test lasted only a few seconds as she again shifted back and now the "comfortable' sole of her foot squashed his fingers until they turned numb. He guessed that was a good thing as the pain was becoming a memory and if she had cracked a bone she was now setting it back in place. He wondered just how much pain he would be in when the numbness went away and was perfectly content with her to remain standing on his hand as long as she wanted. He heard Bev had confide in her that she felt the need to watch the office personnel a little more as she felt that a certain individual was taking advantage of her good nature and spending too much time away from his desk. He guessed that she couldn't have made herself more obvious at who she was gunning for and was amazed that she still completely forgot his presence there at their feet. He then heard Shelly offer up the simple solution of moving her desk closer to the door and her Bev ask sweetly if she would help do it now before leaving. Shelly sweetly agreed and now his hand was finally free. He tried to get up by raising himself up on his right arm, but because the hand was numb he slipped and fell back. Meanwhile Shelly and Bev had moved to either side of the desk and were now covering him up with Miss Beverly's huge oak desk. How could they not see him? How could they ignore him, especially when he was struggling at their feet trying to get out of harms way? These questions were a pointless exercise as he now owned a bug's eye view of the underneath world of Miss Beverly's desk. His eyes were adjusting to the shadows when he felt a piercing heel on his member. It was too light too be Shelly and figured Bev must be walking around the front of the desk. When she stepped off it was immediately replaced with a much heavier one causing him to buckle slightly as Shelly followed Bev where ever she was going. He heard Shelly's heavier steps click down the hall, and then he felt Bev's familiar weight back up on his groin as she came around and re-assumed her position in the chair that towered over his head.

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Shelly had left Bev alone in the office to finish up her work. He had thought that they both had left but was quickly corrected when he heard the chair squeak a warning that his little cave under her desk was about to become more crowded. With that warning the light dimmed as she scooted her chair toward the opening of the desk which he was perfectly positioned to become her new footstool. He was being held firmly in place by the weight of the oaken desk. As Bev approached she extended her feet under the desk to grip the floor to pull herself snugly into position. Of course each of her spiked heels landed in his eye sockets as she attempted to excavate his eyes with her heels. He wondered again if the graceful curve of the back of her legs was going to be the last thing he remembered seeing, although admitted they were a thing of beauty. He felt the base of the swivel chair gently nudge the back of his head indicating that she was now seated directly over him and she began readjusting her feet getting into a more comfortable position. Her right foot slid forward leaving a gash under his eye and her left foot zoomed upwards as she crossed her legs. He briefly caught a confirming glimpse of the heels and legs until she slid her heel back into his eye socket, this time with the weight of both legs focusing their pressure through her one heel. Then just to add more drama to the scene she began bouncing the free foot dangling above him so that he was getting a rhythmic pile driving 3" inch heel going deeper into his socket. Fortunately, her aim was just off enough so that other than the intense pain it apparently wasn't going to any permanent damage, that is just as long as she didn't start shifting around to much. He realized at the same time that he would have to do his part by being the motionless footstool she assumed was under her feet. Minutes dragged on like hours as she kept up the rhythm to the beat of her small radio playing in the background each drop of her foot sending her heel deeper into the notch she was creating just below his right eye. The music stopped as the news came on and she uncrossed her legs. Her left heel must have been guided by radar as it came down dead center in his left eye. He was afraid he was going to be done for if she crossed her legs in the other direction as he knew his closed eyelid couldn't protect the weight of both legs focused through her heel. He was relieved when she made no attempt at this. She instead dragged her heel further up continuing the gash in his cheek. It stung a bit, but he quickly dismissed the pain as she was now doing a little dance with her left heel on top of his eyelid. It almost seemed as if her left foot was purposefully trying to expose his eye so he would get a full view of what was to come. She continued twisting and turning that heel on top of his eye until it wiggled itself all the way to his cheek. Then her right foot began exploration as her toe began prodding and poking the various features on his face. The gritty sole of her toe started to grind back and forth over his right eye further punishing that little gash. If he hadn't figured it out already, it was definitely bleeding as he noticed a red stain on the ball of her foot. This version of torture continued until she cocked her right foot at an angle providing firm steady pressure on his cheek. He had no idea but she was rendering first aid to the cut. Probably not the most sanitary of methods grinding all that dust collected on the bottom of her shoe into the cut but it stopped the bleeding. Once she finished rendering his first aid she continued the exploration as the heel suddenly came down over his lips. Without his dentures he had little chance in preventing the heel from entering his oral cavity. Resisting just the same, provided a nice tight seal around the top part of her heel. Feeling the unusual sinking sensation she immediately tried withdrawing her heel, but because he had such a nice tight grip on it, it loosened the back of her shoe. Her feet had been trapped inside the leather prisons all day long and the cool fresh air was an invitation she couldn't resist. She knew that the foot odor would be strong, but she was alone and knew that the pong would be primarily confined to the space under her desk. She pressed down hard with the heel in the back of his throat so he gagged and then in a forceful move dragged her foot out of the shoe and back up to his eye as he got a erotic glimpse of her moist nylon covered toes descending on his eye. He kept his eye open for this thinking it would be fun to watch but would later find out that she would grind the silky smoothness of her toes into the surface of his eyes and he would no longer be able to protect them with his eyelids. The extraction of the 2nd shoe was more violent as she returned the heel of her shoe into his eye and then bore down with enough force to extract her other foot out of it. The 2nd shoe flopped to the ground and the space around him filled quickly with the overwhelming pong of her aching feet. Her feet, as if they were excited to be released became quite active as they re-explored his facial features massaging, grinding, and prodding everywhere and everything. As gorgeous as her toes were he wasn't excited about them entering his mouth considering the way they perfumed the place. There was little he could do about it as the heel of her shoe was still in his mouth and all the toes had to do was to enter the already parted lips. Just as her toes began their entrance he heard the sweet sound of her cell phone go off and he began to hear a one way conversation. He could tell by the way she cooed that this must have been some one special to her and more than likely male. He could hear the strain of the back of the chair and watched her legs slide forward a few inches until a pretty black lacy object just peeked over the edge of the chair at him. This changed the angle of her foot that was attempting entry past his lips and her nasty sweaty toes proceeded all the way to the back of his throat causing him to gag. She was so involved with the conversation on the phone and was oblivious to any sensation or movement below her knees. She had the toes of one foot cupped around and clenching his nose firmly and with the other she was rocking and swaying his whole head with her nyloned toes resting on top of his tonsils. The only method of breathing at this point was through the filtered aroma of the her moist nylons. This continued as she had no clue that the least little movement of her ankles would have such a dramatic effect on him. Finally, she removed the foot and she was now frog legged with the sole of each foot pressing sideways on his cheeks while she towered above him. It was then he noticed that her finger had been busy above him and her strong legs and ankles nearly crushed his head as she had her magic moment. Suddenly her entire weight was transferred on to the top of his face as she raised her bottom slightly so that she could slip the black lacy attire off the end of her chair, past her thighs, then dropped heavily when they got past her knees. Removing her ankles out of the panties flipped them over. This was the 2nd time today he had contact with her most intimate apparel, except this time the business side of the reinforced crotch was covering his lips and nose. Nearly exhausted in a state of bliss the soles of her feet came back up and covered his face heavily. He now had the pleasure of the fragrance of her still sweaty feet as they formed a seal above is nose while firmly pressing the mustiness of her panties against his lips and nose. Both of these not so delicate odors mixed in with the sweet aroma of her sexy discharge which soaked them and was dripping into his mouth. She must have dozed off as she remained motionless for the next hour or so. The prevalent smell at this point was the acrid perfume of the the crotch of her panties as the cheesiness of her feet had dissipated along with the love discharge which she occasionally smeared back and forth over his lips and nose as she stirred in her sleep. He lost track of time as he lay there helplessly trapped under her and her womanhood. He nearly forgot that half his body was still sticking out of the front half of her desk until Mandy came in and stepped heavily up on top of his groin and could hear her sweetly called out to her mom to wake her. Now Mandy just assumed that her mom had worked all day and just fell asleep exhausted. Bev woke up and yawned stretching her muscles and with no room to stretch her legs simply stretched them by pushing downward to what she thought was the floor. In so doing this forced the skimpy little evidence she left behind down into his mouth. Bev was startled when she saw her daughter and went along with the ruse that she fell asleep exhausted. Very quickly she found the shoe that was still positioned in his mouth and slammed her foot into it almost breaking his jaw. then searching for the other shoe she mistook the opening of his mouth and further pushed her love gift down his throat. Then finding her other shoe she delicately raised it up with the toe in the shoe and planted it squarely on his face so that the heel was directly over his eye again, then without a seconds delay slammed her her heel in it causing him to see stars and then still had to wiggle the heel violently with the heel still in his eye .His vision out of this eye was no blurred and hoped it would recover, but in a hurry to leave to prevent discovery of her indulgence she stood up with out even backing her chair and was standing full weight with her heels on his face. Her daughter spun around on his groin and had not Bev's sole of her foot been standing full weight on his mouth he might have yelled out. Bev then dismounted his face and they both left turning off the lights and locking the door. He was trapped in there until morning.

[kalkar]

Extraodinary...!!!

[stivalo]

thanks a lot!
i enjoyed it very much!

[grizley]

Thanks for posting. Is there any more parts???? It seems that it should continue into the next day.

[mrtramplefantasy]

Yeah I didn't write the story it was added on this site where the story is interactive so as soon as somebody continues it I will put it on this site

[mrtramplefantasy]

i just shoot a video with the same concept of this story idea where a office worker gets abuse by his co workers and they treat him like he doesn't exist. I will post the first one by this week

[pitek]

good story. i didn't know, that is so many part of it :) i have only few first.

thnx

[door_step]

Wowwww, how I love this story.
Thanks for(re)posting!

Doorstep

[mrtramplefantasy]

The first part of it is created by the original author and the rest is created by somebody else that add on in that site.