Lone Stranger
12-28-2002, 11:47 AM
Support 7
Just as I thought I would go mad, Ginger finally moved. I was just getting to the point where I was a little bit numb to the whole thing when I felt the weight increase on my face as Ginger quit leaning on the counter and tuned around on my face so her back was to the long part of the counter and then she leaned back to rest against the counter again this time with her left foot cross wise on my face and covering my eyes and her right foot covering my mouth. The turning served to awaken all the feeling in my face as settled anew in this position. I still couldn't see, but I could smell her foot and the unrelenting pressure was back as she continued her conversation with my wife.
Just at this time Carol turned also with her back to the counter she leaned back as well. She stood with both heels planted firmly in my crotch and her soles pressing down on my left thigh. In this position her heels were skewering my cock with her left foot and my balls with her right foot as leaned back with most of her weight concentrated on her heels. I opened my mouth to yell out, but it was immediately filled with Ginger's salty tasting foot.
In a little bit Carol removed her high heel from my balls and crossed her right foot over her left ankle and stood with all her weight on one foot for a while. This relieved the terrible pain from my balls, but redoubled the pressure skewering into my cock. About the same time Ginger shifted her weight to her left foot and began to rub her right foot around in my open mouth. I could clearly taste the salty flavor of her damp stockings and feel the mesh of her stockings on my lips and tongue as she rubbed her foot back and forth and then finally dipped her toes into my mouth to play hide and seek with my tongue. She continued this way carelessly for quite some time completely unconcerned like many women will carelessly dip their feet in and out of their shoes as they stand or sit tediously for a period of time. She would scratch the bottom of her foot by rubbing it across my teeth or press in and try to grab my tongue with her wriggling toes. One time she shifted her weight and stood with all her weight on the foot in my mouth. I thought my jaw would break open as her toes plunged deep into my throat... gagging me. Fortunately she didn't stay that way very long, but she shifted her weight back to her left foot she had moved it a little more up on my forehead so I could see up the long legs of my tormentress to the panty covered crotch above me. She was wearing real stockings... something rare nowadays. They were the type with the elastic band holding them tight to her thighs, as there was no garter belt visible. Her stockings were of a suntan color and sheer except for a dark reinforcement over the toe and heel area. She wore a bikini panty of what appeared to be black silk or nylon. The cheeks of her round ass were clearly visible. I was mesmerized by the view so far above me. It captured my attention completely. I concentrated on this view up her dress while she aimlessly played footsie in my mouth. It wasn't very light up her dress and the black panties made it even harder to see, but I could just make out some tufts of hair peaking out from behind her panty crotch. I wondered what it would taste like to wipe my tongue over the bulging mound protruding under her panties. And the way the panties disappeared up the generous crack of her buttocks... what would it be like for my tongue to disappear up there as well. I could taste Ginger's foot in my mouth, but I imagined I was tasting her ass instead.
Suddenly I was startled back to reality as a new female voice rang out... "Do you have any more of these in a smaller size?"
The girls were startled as well. Ginger practically exploded on my face. Jerking up with her full weight on my face and spinning around to face the counter. Carol also jerked up and spun around on my crotch driving her high heel into my balls in the process. I started to yell out, but it was muffled as Ginger slammed her left foot into my mouth as she completed her turn. There was a bit of a muffled grunt before Ginger ended up standing with almost all of her weight on the foot stuffed in my gaping mouth.
"Oh, I didn't mean to startle you," the newcomer said.
"That's OK," Carol replied. "We were lost in conversation and didn't hear you approach."
"I hope I'm not disturbing anything. My name is Linda and I work across the way at the jewelry store and thought I run over here during my lunch break to see if you had a pair to these shorts in a smaller size," Linda explained.
"Let me go and check for you," Carol offered and spun around on my crotch and stepped down off of me and right onto my left hand, which was lying flat on the floor beside the wood frame of my body mold. She stepped down so hard on my hand you could hear it crunch and I let out a groan muffled by Ginger's stockinged foot, which was still planted firmly in my mouth. Then Carol twisted on it as she hurried away without a second thought. My hand began to throb with pain.
Linda, seeing Carol step down and hearing both the crunch and the muffled groan, leaned over the counter to see what the girls were standing on.
"Oh... My God! What are you standing on? Is that a man down there?" Linda gushed.
"This is our floormat," Ginger stated matter of factly... completely ignoring the concept of a man being down there. "He's quite comfortable to stand on," Ginger continued.
"Oh yeah, I bet," Linda replied. "They make us stand over there all day in high heels. We don't even have a chair to sit on anywhere. My feet get so tired and sore I can hardly stand it." Linda stared down at my face with both of Ginger's feet planted firmly on it and asked "Doesn't that hurt?"
"On the contrary," Ginger replied. "It feels great." That's not what Linda meant, but she decided that some things just shouldn't be questioned and let it drop. "I've been standing here for the last half hour getting a foot bath," Ginger continued, "and it feels divine!"
"Oh, I would love a foot bath," Linda beamed. "Can I try?"
"Sure," Ginger replied. "Come on around."
Linda practically flew around the counter. As she did, Ginger stepped off my face and onto my chest and started working her feet back into her shoes. She stepped first into one beige colored classic pump and then and then reared it back onto the spike heel and twisted it about to work her heel firmly into the shoe, completely oblivious to the pain I was feeling below her. Then she stood wobbling on that one foot while she slipped her other foot into her other pump and then stomped real hard on my aching chest to seat her foot tightly into her shoe. This pain in my chest was compounded as Linda, in her haste to run around the counter, stomped down hard on my outstretch hand. I could swear I heard more crunching sounds.
Then, I was taken back by Linda as she came into view. She was gorgeous! I couldn't believe my eyes. She was thin and of a medium to tall height with a good bust line, tight waist, and full, but not big, rounded hips. Her truly beautiful face was framed by dark brown hair, which fell softly about her shoulders and cascaded onto her crisp white blouse. A black mid-thigh skirt, sheer black pantyhose and classic black pumps with gold metal tipped spike heels completed her ensemble.
....To be continued.
Just as I thought I would go mad, Ginger finally moved. I was just getting to the point where I was a little bit numb to the whole thing when I felt the weight increase on my face as Ginger quit leaning on the counter and tuned around on my face so her back was to the long part of the counter and then she leaned back to rest against the counter again this time with her left foot cross wise on my face and covering my eyes and her right foot covering my mouth. The turning served to awaken all the feeling in my face as settled anew in this position. I still couldn't see, but I could smell her foot and the unrelenting pressure was back as she continued her conversation with my wife.
Just at this time Carol turned also with her back to the counter she leaned back as well. She stood with both heels planted firmly in my crotch and her soles pressing down on my left thigh. In this position her heels were skewering my cock with her left foot and my balls with her right foot as leaned back with most of her weight concentrated on her heels. I opened my mouth to yell out, but it was immediately filled with Ginger's salty tasting foot.
In a little bit Carol removed her high heel from my balls and crossed her right foot over her left ankle and stood with all her weight on one foot for a while. This relieved the terrible pain from my balls, but redoubled the pressure skewering into my cock. About the same time Ginger shifted her weight to her left foot and began to rub her right foot around in my open mouth. I could clearly taste the salty flavor of her damp stockings and feel the mesh of her stockings on my lips and tongue as she rubbed her foot back and forth and then finally dipped her toes into my mouth to play hide and seek with my tongue. She continued this way carelessly for quite some time completely unconcerned like many women will carelessly dip their feet in and out of their shoes as they stand or sit tediously for a period of time. She would scratch the bottom of her foot by rubbing it across my teeth or press in and try to grab my tongue with her wriggling toes. One time she shifted her weight and stood with all her weight on the foot in my mouth. I thought my jaw would break open as her toes plunged deep into my throat... gagging me. Fortunately she didn't stay that way very long, but she shifted her weight back to her left foot she had moved it a little more up on my forehead so I could see up the long legs of my tormentress to the panty covered crotch above me. She was wearing real stockings... something rare nowadays. They were the type with the elastic band holding them tight to her thighs, as there was no garter belt visible. Her stockings were of a suntan color and sheer except for a dark reinforcement over the toe and heel area. She wore a bikini panty of what appeared to be black silk or nylon. The cheeks of her round ass were clearly visible. I was mesmerized by the view so far above me. It captured my attention completely. I concentrated on this view up her dress while she aimlessly played footsie in my mouth. It wasn't very light up her dress and the black panties made it even harder to see, but I could just make out some tufts of hair peaking out from behind her panty crotch. I wondered what it would taste like to wipe my tongue over the bulging mound protruding under her panties. And the way the panties disappeared up the generous crack of her buttocks... what would it be like for my tongue to disappear up there as well. I could taste Ginger's foot in my mouth, but I imagined I was tasting her ass instead.
Suddenly I was startled back to reality as a new female voice rang out... "Do you have any more of these in a smaller size?"
The girls were startled as well. Ginger practically exploded on my face. Jerking up with her full weight on my face and spinning around to face the counter. Carol also jerked up and spun around on my crotch driving her high heel into my balls in the process. I started to yell out, but it was muffled as Ginger slammed her left foot into my mouth as she completed her turn. There was a bit of a muffled grunt before Ginger ended up standing with almost all of her weight on the foot stuffed in my gaping mouth.
"Oh, I didn't mean to startle you," the newcomer said.
"That's OK," Carol replied. "We were lost in conversation and didn't hear you approach."
"I hope I'm not disturbing anything. My name is Linda and I work across the way at the jewelry store and thought I run over here during my lunch break to see if you had a pair to these shorts in a smaller size," Linda explained.
"Let me go and check for you," Carol offered and spun around on my crotch and stepped down off of me and right onto my left hand, which was lying flat on the floor beside the wood frame of my body mold. She stepped down so hard on my hand you could hear it crunch and I let out a groan muffled by Ginger's stockinged foot, which was still planted firmly in my mouth. Then Carol twisted on it as she hurried away without a second thought. My hand began to throb with pain.
Linda, seeing Carol step down and hearing both the crunch and the muffled groan, leaned over the counter to see what the girls were standing on.
"Oh... My God! What are you standing on? Is that a man down there?" Linda gushed.
"This is our floormat," Ginger stated matter of factly... completely ignoring the concept of a man being down there. "He's quite comfortable to stand on," Ginger continued.
"Oh yeah, I bet," Linda replied. "They make us stand over there all day in high heels. We don't even have a chair to sit on anywhere. My feet get so tired and sore I can hardly stand it." Linda stared down at my face with both of Ginger's feet planted firmly on it and asked "Doesn't that hurt?"
"On the contrary," Ginger replied. "It feels great." That's not what Linda meant, but she decided that some things just shouldn't be questioned and let it drop. "I've been standing here for the last half hour getting a foot bath," Ginger continued, "and it feels divine!"
"Oh, I would love a foot bath," Linda beamed. "Can I try?"
"Sure," Ginger replied. "Come on around."
Linda practically flew around the counter. As she did, Ginger stepped off my face and onto my chest and started working her feet back into her shoes. She stepped first into one beige colored classic pump and then and then reared it back onto the spike heel and twisted it about to work her heel firmly into the shoe, completely oblivious to the pain I was feeling below her. Then she stood wobbling on that one foot while she slipped her other foot into her other pump and then stomped real hard on my aching chest to seat her foot tightly into her shoe. This pain in my chest was compounded as Linda, in her haste to run around the counter, stomped down hard on my outstretch hand. I could swear I heard more crunching sounds.
Then, I was taken back by Linda as she came into view. She was gorgeous! I couldn't believe my eyes. She was thin and of a medium to tall height with a good bust line, tight waist, and full, but not big, rounded hips. Her truly beautiful face was framed by dark brown hair, which fell softly about her shoulders and cascaded onto her crisp white blouse. A black mid-thigh skirt, sheer black pantyhose and classic black pumps with gold metal tipped spike heels completed her ensemble.
....To be continued.