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Face Crush Under The Table pt. 1 by Andreas
🕑 Added 2023-09-09 06:00:02 +0000 UTCThis incident happened when I was 18 years old. This is an absolutely true story, because of which I developed an addiction to women’s legs and shoes. I changed the names for reasons of anonymity.
So, my aunt and I came to the country house to visit her two friends, Jessica and Margot. Several hours went on preparing for dinner and other preparations. And so, by 10 pm, the table was covered with a tablecloth and various dishes. While we were having dinner, I had to listen to the conversations of adults.
During the conversation, Margot said: “Oh, I hit something with my foot there,” and lifted the tablecloth to look at it. Following her, everyone, including me, decided to look under the table. We saw a mannequin head on the ground. “Oh my God,” said Margot. “Don’t be scared, this head is from a recycled mannequin. This head has been lying around for a long time, and I forget to throw it away”, said Jessica. “You can use this head as a footstool if you want,” Jessica joked and we all laughed. Margo lightly pressed this head with her foot and said, “Oh, this head is so soft, just like a real one.”
Jessica answered her: “Yes, it was a medical mannequin that imitates a human head very well.” Then Jessica slightly opened the mouth of this head with her leg and said: “There is even a tongue and teeth there, see?” Then she closed the mouth of this head with the same leg and added: “Try not to pull the tablecloth, because it slides on the table and everything can fall off it.”
After that, I ate very quickly and went to look for something more interesting to do than sit at a table with three women. Unfortunately, I didn’t find anything to do. Then I remembered about this head under the table and I wanted to look at it closer.
So I plucked up the courage and after a while went back to the table. I sneaked in there unnoticed because everyone thought I was playing in the house. After waiting for the right moment, like a ninja, I silently lifted the tablecloth and climbed under the table. And that’s what I saw there: under the center of the table, a battered mannequin head lay sideways, and Margo’s crossed leg hung over it, shod in sandals with heels, which she periodically shook and touched her head.
It was really like the real thing, with very realistic skin and teeth. “Cool” – I thought, and I wanted to take her to take a picture with her, but Margot’s leg prevented me. So, I decided to lie down next to her and take a quick photo. After a few photos, I was about to stand up, but Jessica suddenly stretched out her legs and pressed her soles against my ear and cheek.
I panicked and accidentally pushed the mannequin’s head with my shoulder, which rolled to the side, causing me to almost be in the place of the mannequin’s head. I couldn’t move because of Jessica’s legs pressed against me, wearing open-toed shoes with thick heels. Hanging over my face was Margo’s leg, which was wearing sandals with thin heels.
I couldn’t move, otherwise I would have been discovered and I would have had a lot of problems. After a while, Jessica began to yawn and stretch her legs even further, thus pushing my head closer to Margo. I had to move at the same pace so that I would not be caught. I could hear Jessica’s heels grinding on the ground near my ear. “Oh my God, this mannequin head moves in my opinion,” Margot got scared and put her legs under the chair when I rested her leg with the other ear.
Margo tried to lift the tablecloth to look, but because she was a little drunk, she began to sort it out with her hands for a long time and the tablecloth crawled off the table. I thought that was it, I was finished and they would see me (house arrest for many months, no game console, etc.), but Jessica managed to stop the tablecloth and pull it back into place: “Don’t touch the tablecloth, otherwise everything will fall off the table right now; this I accidentally kicked her towards you with my feet.” Margo replied – “Sorry, I forgot about the tablecloth, maybe we can remove this head, otherwise I constantly touch it and it becomes somehow awkward.”
My aunt laughed, “So Jessica said it was a footstool.” Jessica laughed back, “Yeah, I’ll throw it out soon anyway. But if it interferes, let’s remove it.” Margot sighed and said, “Oh, let him lie,” and after a short pause, she coquettishly added, “Oh, then today she will kiss my feet.” With these words, Margot laughed out loud and sharply put both feet on my face: one sole on my nose, the other on my lips, she put her heels on my cheek.
Everyone laughed out loud. My aunt added, “Oh Margot, you’ve always been such a queen,” to which Margot jokingly replied, “Yes, I’m a queen,” and made a sexy pose, which resulted in her twirling her soles on my face, putting a lot of pressure on my nose and lips. I was very scared and didn’t know what to do. In principle, there was nothing terrible, it was just unpleasant under Margot’s not very clean sandals, and it hurt a little to the ear and cheek under Jessica’s dirty soles when she sometimes tapped her shoes.
After a while, the women forgot about the mannequin (my head) and continued their female conversations. After a couple of minutes, Jessica put her legs under the chair and I even managed to relax a little, but suddenly Margo, out of boredom, began to roll my head back and forth on the ground, resting her soles on her face, then her heels on my ear and jaw. I had to relax my neck so that Margot could roll my head freely, otherwise I might be detected.
With every movement of Margot’s legs, her heel was getting closer to my lips, and after a few more movements, I felt how he rested on my lips, which I squeezed as much as possible. But with each new movement, it became more and more difficult for me to compress my lips, and as a result, the heel rested on my teeth, and Margo continued to roll my head on the ground. . At some point, Margot interrupted their women’s discussion with the phrase: “Oops, it seems my heel has failed somewhere in this head,” and again tried to lift the tablecloth to look. But Jessica stopped her again and nervously said: “Your heel must have flown into his mouth, don’t touch the tablecloth!”
Margo let go of the tablecloth and said, “Oh, right.” Jessica was right – the tip of Margot’s heel was in my mouth, which I managed to press with my tongue. It was very hard to keep Margot’s heel in that position, especially with the tongue, but since I was afraid that it might fall deep into my mouth, I tried very hard. That’s because Margo was wearing high heels today, longer than Jessica’s.
Thank God it lasted a couple of seconds and Margo pulled out her heel. But after a moment, with the words: “Oh, this mannequin has such an elastic mouth,” she now deliberately began to stick her heel into my mouth. In order for Margo not to suspect anything, I had to let her do it; I slightly opened my mouth and pressed my tongue. This time she pushed her heel a little deeper into me, and in order to check the elasticity of the mannequin’s mouth, she moved her heel back and forth. “Margot, enough about this mannequin already, let’s discuss our topic further,” my aunt told her. Margot twirled the heel in my mouth a little more, pulled it out and put the sole back on my lips, and then said: “Okay, what were we discussing there?”
I was very scared that she would shove it to me to its full length, the heel is long, I could not stand it and would definitely cough, and she would definitely feel it and they would find me. The dirt from Margot’s heel remained in my mouth, which I was forced to swallow. The ladies continued to talk about their women’s affairs, forgetting about the head of the mannequin (my head).
After a couple of minutes, Margo rolled my head as far away from her as possible and put her left foot on my ear, and her right foot on her left. So my head became Margot’s usual footstool. I was glad at least that she no longer rolled my head on the ground. My face was turned towards Jessica’s legs, which she had tucked under the chair. In this position, I lay for quite a long time, so I could only see Jessica’s legs. There was a lot of dirt stuck to Jessica’s heels, and some sort of debris stuck to their tips.
After a little more time, Jessica suddenly stretched her legs in my direction and accidentally rested her soles on my face, but she became uncomfortable and she immediately removed them. “Let’s move that head away, I want to stretch my legs, but she bothers me,” Jessica said and began to push my head to the side. I was so glad that they would finally leave me alone, and that I would just sit quietly away from their feet, and then quietly leave.
But Margot pressed down hard on my head with her right foot and said: “Well, no! I’m already so used to it, my legs are very comfortable on it”, and put her right foot back on her left. Jessica clicked her lips in response and began to place her legs on my face. She fidgeted with her soles on my face and tried to find a comfortable position, but due to the fact that she rested her heels on my face, she could not fully extend her legs.
As a result, she felt my lips with her heel and tried to stuff it into my mouth. I was very scared, and I squeezed my lips with all my might. Jessica was a little annoyed, she began to forcefully press her heel on my lips and twist the shoe from side to side. My mouth could not stand such movements and opened, and Jessica immediately drove her heel halfway into my mouth, and put her right foot on her left, just like Margot.
Jessica finally stretched her legs and sat comfortably. Tears came to my eyes, I was very unpleasant, and a thick dirty heel was bursting my mouth. Because of my saliva, debris had come off the tip of the heel and lay close to my throat. I was afraid to swallow it. Jessica sometimes twirled her heel in my mouth, which caused all the dirt to be cleared by my tongue.
At some point, Margo again began to gently roll my head on the ground, which was turned on its side. Jessica was getting annoyed. In order to fix my head, she forcefully pushed her heel into my mouth to the full length. Jessica had medium-length heels, thank God they didn’t reach my throat, but that was enough for her to push the rubbish down my throat, which I was forced to swallow immediately.
I began to cry quietly – two adult women, without knowing it, are tormenting me.
In this position, I lay for a long time, until Jessica decided to switch legs. She removed her right foot from her left, sharply pulled the heel out of my mouth, and immediately drove the other one to its full length. With her other heel, she rested on my nose as she crossed her left foot over her right. Jessica shoved all the rubbish and dirt from the second heel deep down my throat, which I also had to swallow. I could only endure and look at the first heel, which was now perfectly clean after my mouth.
It was clear that Jessica was crueler to the mannequin head than Margo. At least it seemed so to me, but later, a more drunk Margo, with her legs, will convince me that this is not so.
