Lone Stranger
12-30-2002, 8:39 PM
For those of you who have already seen this series, bear with me for the benefit of those who have not.
Support 8
I was staring at those scary looking metal-tipped heels when she slipped her foot out of her shoe and my gaze followed her stocking foot as it arched up and over my face then came crashing down over my eyes, cutting off my vision in the process. Her left foot soon joined the right as she planted it right over my mouth. Her feet were very warm and damp from perspiration. I could tell she had been in high heels for quite a while. Her foot smell was very noticeable, but not too overpowering. She immediately began dancing and twisting all about on my face, mangling it to pulp.
"Oh, this feels so good!" Linda gushed. "I can't believe this!"
She continued mushing my face for a little bit before she turned to face the cash register and with left foot planted on the right side of my face she began to work the toes of her right foot into my mouth. I could taste the salty dampness of girl perspiration trapped in the reinforcement covering the toe part of her pantyhose as she worked her foot deeper into my mouth. It actually tasted kind of good. I could feel the texture of the seam on the bottom of the hose covering the ball of her foot. Meanwhile, Ginger leaned back with her back to the counter and rested with almost all of her weight concentrated on the heels piercing into my flesh.
"Aw, this is going to be sooo good," Linda bubbled. "How do you get him to bathe your foot?" Linda inquired.
"I don't know," Ginger started. "Try kicking him in the head or... I know, I'll kick him in the balls." Well I don't need a kick in the balls to see what's going on here. I immediately begin to suck and lick the bottom of her foot with my tongue. But I guess I moved too slow for no sooner had I started when Linda suddenly stood with all her weight on the foot in my mouth and stomped on the remaining portion of my face. At the same time my balls suddenly exploded into pain as Ginger apparently landed a long legged kick right into my crotch. I sucked so hard on Linda's foot I thought I was going to have it for dinner.
"Yeah, that works. He's doing a great job now," Linda observed. I sucked and licked on her foot for all I was worth. There is no way I wanted a repeat of that episode. The pain in my balls and the taste of the foot I was devouring were the only things I was aware of. I couldn't even feel the two women who were standing full-weight on my body. I suckled and drank down the foot sweat and saliva from Linda's dirty nylons as the pain in my balls slowly (too damn slowly) subsided. "Oh, this feels sooo... great!" Linda beamed. "I just gotta do this everyday. Tell me I can come back and do this again. Please..." Linda pleaded.
"Oh, I'm sure its OK," Ginger said. "This is Carol's floormat, but she is always willing to share." By now Linda had pulled her toes from my sucking mouth and replaced them with her sole, which I scrubbed forceably with my tongue. Then she slowly worked her foot forward till I was licking her heel clean. After I thoroughly cleaned her right foot she pulled it from my mouth and replaced it with her flavorful left foot. I licked all the perspiration from those dirty nylons while she continued to stand on my face and gush about how good it felt. I knew that even after Linda left I was going to be tasting her feet for the rest of the day.
After a bit Linda twisted sideways on my face as she heard Carol returning with her shorts. With one foot still standing on my face she reached over and scooped up her shoe with the other foot and then slammed it into my face as she worked her foot into the shoe. Her steel tipped heel digging into my cheek the whole time. When her foot was seated she stood on my face with the one high heel gouging my cheek as she retrieved her other shoe. Then she just stood there with both feet planted firmly in place on my face with those wicked steel tipped heels digging into me as she watched Carol approach.
As Carol was coming toward the cash register, both girls moved at about the same time to make room for her. Ginger stepped directly on my swollen cock and then immediately spun around 180 degrees to face back toward the cash register and the approaching Carol. She came to rest standing squarely on my cock head with the ball of her foot while her sharp heel skewered the base. I didn't know whether to come or scream. I wanted to do both. At the same time, Linda stepped from my face to my chest and then spun around also dragging those dangerous heels of her's in an arc around my chest. I knew that was going to leave some nasty looking welts.
Before I could even react to that my loving wife stepped unceremoniously up onto my face and turned to face Linda. "I think this is just the size you are looking for," she said. "I'll ring it up for you," she said as she spun about on my face to work the register. I felt totally crushed with Ginger squashing my cock, Linda prancing impatiently about on my chest, and Carol standing stock still on my sore face. As she waited, Linda began to rear back with all of her weight on her steel tipped heels. She even began to twist slightly. I thought for sure both of them would, any second, pierce deeply into my chest. Then Ginger grew impatient as well and began to rock her foot from side to side on my hard member like a roller kneading pie dough. The combination of these events caused me to explode into my pants for the third time today.
No sooner had the throws of my orgasm subsided than Ginger said she had to go and spun around on my crotch and stepped down hard onto my hand as she hurried off to another part of the store. Geeze, what do they think? My hand is a step or something?!
Carol finished up and turned to face Linda and gave her the package. Linda thanked her for the foot bath (what's she thanking Carol for? I gave her the foot bath!) and stepped back directly on my spent manhood, twisted around and stepped down hard, again right on my hand! Then she twisted around on it as she made her way around the counter and out of the store.
The rest of the day was somewhat uneventful as no other people came around for a while. Carol just continued to stand with both feet on my face for a long time as she contemplated nothing in particular. I thought I would go mad as her digging heels and constant crushing weight pressed ever so relentlessly into my aching face. She never once said a word or acknowledged my presence in any way. She just continued to stand there minute after dragging minute unending. I thought for sure I would go mad. Finally after a while there was some movement, at least, as she began to stand with her weight on one foot while she caught the heel of the other foot on my chin and pulled her shoe off and then pushed it back on and etc. The smell of nylon feet that had been in high heels all day was unmistakable. This went on for some while. Sometimes she would rub her damp sole on my face for a while before returning her foot to her shoe. Its like she was playing "footsie" with my face.
Finally the end of the day arrived as Betty approached to find Carol still standing on my worn out face.
"My Golly, he doesn't even look human any more," Betty observed. "With so many heel marks on top of heel marks all over him. He looks like a black, blue, and red mosaic rug."
"Yeah, well that makes it easier to people to think of him as just a rug," Carol observed as she stepped down from my face to make room for Betty. The rush of the sudden release of weight after Carol had stood on my face all afternoon hit me like a hammer! My whole face felt like it was going to blowup and explode.
The feeling was short lived, however, as Betty stepped up with her considerable weight to compress my face right back into my head. She stood on my face the whole time as she rung out the register for the end of the day. Finally she spun about on my nose, breaking it in the process, and walked down my chest and... yes, you guessed it, stepped down by way of my hand, before walking away.
Carol helped me out of my mold and, as I could barely walk, she helped me out to the car gushing constantly about how nice it is that I finally found a job. And how it will be great to have me working steadily from now on. I was in so much searing pain that I made no comments at all.
Later that evening, after supper, Carol was so worked up she sat on my face while I ate her asshole and then she had me lick her pussy till she had several orgasms. After all, she reasoned, I had several orgasms during the day and now it was her turn.
We turned in early. "You need to get your rest," she said. "Tomorrow is another work day."
....To be continued.
Support 8
I was staring at those scary looking metal-tipped heels when she slipped her foot out of her shoe and my gaze followed her stocking foot as it arched up and over my face then came crashing down over my eyes, cutting off my vision in the process. Her left foot soon joined the right as she planted it right over my mouth. Her feet were very warm and damp from perspiration. I could tell she had been in high heels for quite a while. Her foot smell was very noticeable, but not too overpowering. She immediately began dancing and twisting all about on my face, mangling it to pulp.
"Oh, this feels so good!" Linda gushed. "I can't believe this!"
She continued mushing my face for a little bit before she turned to face the cash register and with left foot planted on the right side of my face she began to work the toes of her right foot into my mouth. I could taste the salty dampness of girl perspiration trapped in the reinforcement covering the toe part of her pantyhose as she worked her foot deeper into my mouth. It actually tasted kind of good. I could feel the texture of the seam on the bottom of the hose covering the ball of her foot. Meanwhile, Ginger leaned back with her back to the counter and rested with almost all of her weight concentrated on the heels piercing into my flesh.
"Aw, this is going to be sooo good," Linda bubbled. "How do you get him to bathe your foot?" Linda inquired.
"I don't know," Ginger started. "Try kicking him in the head or... I know, I'll kick him in the balls." Well I don't need a kick in the balls to see what's going on here. I immediately begin to suck and lick the bottom of her foot with my tongue. But I guess I moved too slow for no sooner had I started when Linda suddenly stood with all her weight on the foot in my mouth and stomped on the remaining portion of my face. At the same time my balls suddenly exploded into pain as Ginger apparently landed a long legged kick right into my crotch. I sucked so hard on Linda's foot I thought I was going to have it for dinner.
"Yeah, that works. He's doing a great job now," Linda observed. I sucked and licked on her foot for all I was worth. There is no way I wanted a repeat of that episode. The pain in my balls and the taste of the foot I was devouring were the only things I was aware of. I couldn't even feel the two women who were standing full-weight on my body. I suckled and drank down the foot sweat and saliva from Linda's dirty nylons as the pain in my balls slowly (too damn slowly) subsided. "Oh, this feels sooo... great!" Linda beamed. "I just gotta do this everyday. Tell me I can come back and do this again. Please..." Linda pleaded.
"Oh, I'm sure its OK," Ginger said. "This is Carol's floormat, but she is always willing to share." By now Linda had pulled her toes from my sucking mouth and replaced them with her sole, which I scrubbed forceably with my tongue. Then she slowly worked her foot forward till I was licking her heel clean. After I thoroughly cleaned her right foot she pulled it from my mouth and replaced it with her flavorful left foot. I licked all the perspiration from those dirty nylons while she continued to stand on my face and gush about how good it felt. I knew that even after Linda left I was going to be tasting her feet for the rest of the day.
After a bit Linda twisted sideways on my face as she heard Carol returning with her shorts. With one foot still standing on my face she reached over and scooped up her shoe with the other foot and then slammed it into my face as she worked her foot into the shoe. Her steel tipped heel digging into my cheek the whole time. When her foot was seated she stood on my face with the one high heel gouging my cheek as she retrieved her other shoe. Then she just stood there with both feet planted firmly in place on my face with those wicked steel tipped heels digging into me as she watched Carol approach.
As Carol was coming toward the cash register, both girls moved at about the same time to make room for her. Ginger stepped directly on my swollen cock and then immediately spun around 180 degrees to face back toward the cash register and the approaching Carol. She came to rest standing squarely on my cock head with the ball of her foot while her sharp heel skewered the base. I didn't know whether to come or scream. I wanted to do both. At the same time, Linda stepped from my face to my chest and then spun around also dragging those dangerous heels of her's in an arc around my chest. I knew that was going to leave some nasty looking welts.
Before I could even react to that my loving wife stepped unceremoniously up onto my face and turned to face Linda. "I think this is just the size you are looking for," she said. "I'll ring it up for you," she said as she spun about on my face to work the register. I felt totally crushed with Ginger squashing my cock, Linda prancing impatiently about on my chest, and Carol standing stock still on my sore face. As she waited, Linda began to rear back with all of her weight on her steel tipped heels. She even began to twist slightly. I thought for sure both of them would, any second, pierce deeply into my chest. Then Ginger grew impatient as well and began to rock her foot from side to side on my hard member like a roller kneading pie dough. The combination of these events caused me to explode into my pants for the third time today.
No sooner had the throws of my orgasm subsided than Ginger said she had to go and spun around on my crotch and stepped down hard onto my hand as she hurried off to another part of the store. Geeze, what do they think? My hand is a step or something?!
Carol finished up and turned to face Linda and gave her the package. Linda thanked her for the foot bath (what's she thanking Carol for? I gave her the foot bath!) and stepped back directly on my spent manhood, twisted around and stepped down hard, again right on my hand! Then she twisted around on it as she made her way around the counter and out of the store.
The rest of the day was somewhat uneventful as no other people came around for a while. Carol just continued to stand with both feet on my face for a long time as she contemplated nothing in particular. I thought I would go mad as her digging heels and constant crushing weight pressed ever so relentlessly into my aching face. She never once said a word or acknowledged my presence in any way. She just continued to stand there minute after dragging minute unending. I thought for sure I would go mad. Finally after a while there was some movement, at least, as she began to stand with her weight on one foot while she caught the heel of the other foot on my chin and pulled her shoe off and then pushed it back on and etc. The smell of nylon feet that had been in high heels all day was unmistakable. This went on for some while. Sometimes she would rub her damp sole on my face for a while before returning her foot to her shoe. Its like she was playing "footsie" with my face.
Finally the end of the day arrived as Betty approached to find Carol still standing on my worn out face.
"My Golly, he doesn't even look human any more," Betty observed. "With so many heel marks on top of heel marks all over him. He looks like a black, blue, and red mosaic rug."
"Yeah, well that makes it easier to people to think of him as just a rug," Carol observed as she stepped down from my face to make room for Betty. The rush of the sudden release of weight after Carol had stood on my face all afternoon hit me like a hammer! My whole face felt like it was going to blowup and explode.
The feeling was short lived, however, as Betty stepped up with her considerable weight to compress my face right back into my head. She stood on my face the whole time as she rung out the register for the end of the day. Finally she spun about on my nose, breaking it in the process, and walked down my chest and... yes, you guessed it, stepped down by way of my hand, before walking away.
Carol helped me out of my mold and, as I could barely walk, she helped me out to the car gushing constantly about how nice it is that I finally found a job. And how it will be great to have me working steadily from now on. I was in so much searing pain that I made no comments at all.
Later that evening, after supper, Carol was so worked up she sat on my face while I ate her asshole and then she had me lick her pussy till she had several orgasms. After all, she reasoned, I had several orgasms during the day and now it was her turn.
We turned in early. "You need to get your rest," she said. "Tomorrow is another work day."
....To be continued.