Mr. Trample Fantasy
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The Leaf Man 2
🕑 Added 2023-05-02 23:00:49 +0000 UTCThese other women now come into view are two wonderful stylish looking women, Maria and Cynthia. Its too bad that I can’t do anything to get to them now. I’ll have to just settle for the joy of Cortney and Donna Anne who continue applying their fancy footwork on me. I now have so much to be thankful for. The total delight that these two exciting women who are wearing so seductive looking footwear and they are using me at the bottom of their feet. Then even more people start gather around me before the arrival of the seven o’clock bus. As I stare at the feet of Maria and Cynthia, who often come walking to the bus stop together. These women are executive office workers. Maria and Cynthia, who are friends, that work in the same offices, are smartly chicly dressed. These Italian girls look formidable and ready to stomp down on anybody who gets in their way up the corporate ladder. Let alone on the city street. I would love for them to walk blindly with their stomping, sharp kicking heels all over me! Maria and Cynthia also wear very expensive looking clothing. They have on magnificent, painful looking spike heeled shoes. Maria usually wears two piece suits made of heavy wool. Her shoes are not cheap plastic, but made with real leather soles have shinny leather on the bottom of her soles with two spiky looking three and a half inch black high heels. They must have a sexy smell about them if I can ever get close enough to them to experience it. Maria’s heel shafts are very thin, with the back portion a gleaming metallic color. Maria’s shoes, if she ever walked on me would do me some real damage. Cortney looks on approvingly at the women’s outfits and smiles to them. They see Donna Anne and walk over to her and ask if she has seen any of the other neighborhood girls. They walk up so close to me, right in front of my face, as they come to a stop, their sharp heels grate on the sidewalk. This is great. I never thought I would be able to see these two stunning looking women up so close. It’s so good that these other women are standing on me since they seem to be attracting all the right looking women to come by as well. Maria and Cynthia now park their feet right in front of my face, as they wait for the bus. Slowly they start to step even closer toward me. They now engage Cortney and Donna Anne in conversation, as they step up, even closer to Donna Anne. Donna Anne is the girl who is still stepping all over my arm and hand with her thick western style, heeled boots. Then Maria and Cynthia then press their sharp pointed toes up close to my unseen face With Cortney still standing on my back, crushing me down, I can’t move my body at all, without letting them know I’m below their feet. So whatever they do to me, I must hold still and take it. But this is where I wanted to be. I’m in double heaven. I’m smelling the Maria’s expensive shoe leather, a smell of old tobacco smoke, Channel Number Nine, mixed with a smell of sweet worn erotic rich leather. Luckily my nose is still hidden, buried very close to their parked feet just under the leaf pile. The girls stand by me I see the bones of Maria’s right white fleshy foot slowly radiate upward. This is a sure sign that she is about to move her black leather shoe forward once more. Sure enough she raises her high heel shoe off the ground. I see daylight under her shoes grit covered sole. Maria then thrusts up her shoe on her long thin three and a half inch heel, she then balances her body weight on her long thin heel poised very close to my face, the pointy sole of her shoe is now overhanging my nose. But at the same time, my dear, “dainty” Cortney is still standing motionless, fully on my back. With her two slender boot heels, her weighty soles firmly wedged in a split “T” formation, nailing down on me. Cortney then shifts back her upper body weight on me. More of her weight is now committed back on her two sharp heel shafts. My penis is rock hard in ecstasy, at the fact that these real women, are still standing, focusing her very cold feet on my body, as I must hold back any grunts and take their gift of pain in silence. “I love your winter coat” Mara Say’s “Where did you get it.! Cortney is still cutting into me, I then see Maria’s right leather sole of her shoe coming back down closer to my face and in anticipation of her foot’s contact, I get harder, even more, I have no control, over any of it. I then unload once more in my pants. “I bought it at Nordstrom’s” Cortney moves forward on my back, so that Maria can get a better look. Maria then kicks her seductive pointy shoe down. Her shinny upturned toe of her spiked heeled shoe now makes solid contact with my lips as I open my mouth and gasp for air under Cortney’s crushing stance. I then now have a strange desire, even for me! I open my mouth wider, but hesitantly. I stick out my wet tongue and thrill to the nearby taboo tasting. I lick in a side to side motion the filthy dusty coating of the dried white salt stained on the bottom of Maria’s otherwise black shinny shoe. The salt tastes putrid as I move my tongue to the tip her not so polished black leather pointed toe. This is so forbidden! I have something that no one else will ever get from her. Her well traveled dirt! I also breath in deep to smell the odor from her foot, the fresh perfume, of her shower washed body.
Maria then presses her foot down, so now her well tanned foot’s upper and lower toe area pressed firmly against my open lips. I then smell her old sweat stained leather scented perfumed footwear. She stands still on me for what seems to be only an instant of pure joy as my tongue continues to probe under her shoes bottom’s slightly raised toe area freely. Then suddenly Maria presses forward, the dirty gray area of her toe is now against the inside of my side-ways opened mouth so that she is in fact standing firmly on my inside cheek. I am now forced to gag on shoe that she’s walked in to get here. In the exhilaration of this situation, I get harder again, ready to explode in my pants still more, as Cortney is now starting to again move her spicy feminine feet down on me again, she starts to strut in small steps on up my back… to… and around on my ass, as If she’s modeling the coat at a show. Cortney’s erotic feeling that she is giving my body by forcing her boots heel’s down warmly on me. She is pressing my exploding dick firmly against the soft spongy soil. I feel the pure rapture of being completely used and having no control of my own, in this exciting moment. Just to think, that if these women saw me in real life, they would look away from me is disgust. But now I have their undivided total’s focused footwork’s attention. All three women are focusing their six legs down on me. I have three women giving me pain, which in effect is better than having no normal contact with any of them at all. To think that beautiful Cortney is still standing with both of her shinny black three inch high heeled boots on top of my back, and that the sexy Maria’s street stained shoes, her pointed high heel’s toe is in my mouth. Donna Anne’s standing on my hidden arm and hand with her warm looking brown western boot heels. Donna Anne’s heels are not that sharp, so the pain she’s giving me is a constant dull nerve throbbing pain. I’m pulsating with deep enjoyable wretchedness. I dare not move any of my body, it might give away my position. I’m in pure ecstasy as Maria’s standing on the inside my cheek. I’m just thinking about how Maria’s got ready this morning. She showered, did her hair makeup, put on perfume, Oh so nice! Now I get to suck on her shoe’s bottoms brackish tasting sole! I only get to gaze at her sexy ankle. My eyeball is so close to her foot that I see only the veins of her ankle but not her sexy toe cleavage. I continue to stare at the top of her foot’s front, just below her ankle as her shoe top is starting to be pressed more forward against my mouth. I see that behind her shoes upward arch of her foot, a strong clean well tanned ankle and ached tight firm heel of a stunning woman who I have the pleasure of, and who is standing so strong, and tall with arms folded high over my head. Maria then looks down to see what hindered the forward movement of her foot, and seeing nothing of importance. She only assumes some wet leaves or big rocks have stopped her foot within the pile. She then presses her exciting shoe forward down again just as she wants. To her it’s just the leaf pile. I taste more of her brackish grit from the sandy bottom of sole, it makes me want to wretch! The gamy taste in my mouth is just what I need to feel completely used. But I hold back my gut as see Maria’s strong sweet looking sun tanned ankle right under my nose. I can taste her naked foot’s extra splash of perfume. Cortney now is quietly standing, but powerfully strong on my back, with her two sharp and tall boot heels, she is slowly digging her stationary full body weight still down deeper into me. Cortney was motionless for a time, but she’s now she starts to look down the block for the bus. She then decides that this place is becoming too crowed. I then feel one of her sharp pointed heels thud down on me, as she moves her boots and thumps forward. Cortney’s now familiar heels move up and down my back and abruptly off my body. She steps down right in front of my face, and walks to the curb. Maria then suddenly flips the shoe that is in my mouth, it catches on my jaw causing Maria to stumble backward and away from me. “What was that” Maria cries out to Cortney. “What was What” Cortney glances back at Maria from the curb. There must be something in the pile! Cortney answers back. I almost tripped and fell-over, Did you see that! Donna Ann then say’s “its most likely a big root. I’ve being standing on one the whole time were here. Come and feel this! Donna Ann then raises up her soles of her western boots the focus her full weight on my arm, just by standing only on her thick heels. I hold in my scream, as Donna Ann’s 145 pounds of thick buxom weight punish my numb arm beneath her feet. See there’s something solid under here! Donna points to the ground by her boots. I couldn’t do this on just the plain grass and leaves. Donna then lowers both soles back to the ground but keeps her heels still parked on my arm. Why don’t you come over here and feel this, I’ll hold on to the spot.
Maria then comes back to where Donna Ann is standing. I very nervous now. I don’t want the women to find me. They’ll call the police and have me committed for observation at a physic ward. I’ll never get out. See this Donna Say’s. First you stand here. Maria steps closer to Donna. I see Maria's two pointy toes just in front on Donna’s boots. Let me hold onto you. Donna Ann then re-parks her heels back on my arm, and balances herself only on her heels. Ohhh…… my arm.. I’m shivering now in pain. I don’t dare move or make any sound. I can’t even fidget. I want my arm to feel like wood. Maria then walks to my side and feels the ground with the toe of her shoe. Hey I got it! Watch this! Maria now Jumps a little up, and now lands with the sole of her high heel directly on my arm. She places one hand on Donna’s shoulder for support. The two woman, now both are standing on my arm. One with boot heels only, the other with her two sexy soles balance on me at the same time. I try and make my body rigid, to keep my mind off the searing pain that is radiating up my shoulder. Their tearing my body apart. The ground is soft and springy, it’s not really supporting both their weight properly. So my upper arm is taking all the strain. Hey this is bouncy! Maria say’s as she start’s flexing her leg to get more of a spring in her body. (I’m in throbbing agony at this point) I feel a new dull sharp pain in my arm as a bone is about to snap. “This must be really thick wood, to take both of us” “Hey watch this!” Maria then, bounces once more on my arm. I feel nauseous at the new level of pain. How could those sweet sexy feet be giving me all this. I thought I had a nice relationship with her ankle awhile ago. “Hey Cortney come over here and help us beak this root.” Cortney looks back from the curb. “I’ll get my boots dirty” “Aren’t you ruining your shoes Maria, you have that presentation to make today?” “Yah your right, but I having so much fun.” “It’s just like being a Tom boy again!” Maria answers. O.K. this will finish it off. The not so light weight Maria then Stork stands on my arm, and bounces a deep bounce. I squirm uncontrollably with the pain as I see a lightning flash in my eyes. Did you feel that? Donna? “Yah that did it!” Maria then step’s down from my arm. Is it still my arm? I don’t feel it anymore??. Maria’s cold spike black heel now digs down into down into the soft earth right in front of me, as she walks around. The sole of her heeled shoe now mashes my fingers as she step’s past Donna’s brown boot’s still parked on me. I now get a sideways look at Maria’s narrow sexy ankle in my view and I notice she has a small gold anklet, probably from her boy friend. I’m was getting her foot’s pain, while her boyfriend will get her warmest blue eyed love. He will get her kindness, her caring, she will worry if she bumps into him by accident. But I’ve got her massive playful pain. I know that probably if she saw what she was doing to me, she would immediately stop, since she most people would not do this to another person. But this is what makes this so sexy. Maria can hurt me, and not care about me, and help me on my journey into my ecstasy! I’m in pure rapture.
Donna Ann finally get’s off my arm and turns around to face Maria on my side. Maria’s then turns to face Donna, she’s twisting her sole again on my bloodied hand. And with her other foot lands her toe first on the side of my face, and then to the ground scraping my head with her heel. It’s obvious at this time they don’t care where their feet land here. All safeties are off. Maria then walks closer to her friend Cynthia, leaving a big red gash in my scalp where her sharp, metal pointed heel slid off me. Maria and Donna Ann are still happily unaware of me, and the torment they have given to me in their boredom. Cynthia was looking on, just a few feet away, smiling, as Maria and Donna playing with the tree root. (me) She then walks closer as the girls are just now talking in a small group. Cynthia, Maria’s friend, also has a small gold anklet, it shines brightly, as she stands in apprehension, wobbling, tapping the heel of foot up and down! On the downward stamp of her foot she’s pressing her sole tightly down on a few of my fingers, from my other outstretched hand. She’s just standing there with all her 125 pounds of slender body weight focused on her black high heel shoe sole pressing against my newly caught right hand. I see her tall black high heels grind back and forth, and from side to side on the soft earth, as she sinks quickly into the soil. Her scuffed up black vinyl soles become visible as she starts to poke her foot though the leaves. Cynthia shift’s her weight more on her cold narrow sole. Her foot then rests firmly on my other hand. Cynthia’s sharp high heel moves off of the ground as she leans forward to laugh at one of her friends jokes. Squeezing down on me with almost all of her weight from her eye-catching height. Her legs are tall and motionless to me. Her outgoing warmth is directed to her friends, although I feel her body heat broadcast down from under her tweed coat and feel her warmth of her cold foot and my now tingling ice cold and numb fingers.
I quickly turn my head the right side, away from the curb towards the wall and park trees to see Cynthia’s heavy foot is still mashing solidly on my fingers. She shifts her body again, and resumes her normal stance. Cynthia nails my right upper arm with her black high heels full foot profile crushing my finders and spearing my arm. I then try and move my other arm that Maria and Donna Ann had played tree root with. I turn my head again slowly to the left. I can’t feel my fingers! I now quickly see I can’t feel anything on my left side! It’s like my arm’s asleep, it’s all numb and dead. This is bad! My left side is just laying there useless to me. That snap of lightning, with Maria’s last bounces must have dislocated my shoulder, or worse. The women then see their friend Brenda jogging in the street. I’m their now familiar friendly foot companion, Cynthia’s “heel” lifts up off my arm, and leaves a narrow hole. With a quick pivot of her sole’s on my mashed down hand. The sides her shoes crinkle up as my hand’s skin is twisted white, then a red color under her shoe’s firm sole. I now feel cheated since I did not get a chance to get another hard-on from Cynthia’s sensational shoe’s leather sole, which was for a moment standing beautifully still on my feeling hand. Maria and Cynthia now call to Brenda jogging along in the street. They then quickly walk over to Brenda, as they go ahead of my groveling body, grating the concrete under their not so sure-footed, wobbling high heel shafts. I hear through the leaf pile their thin heels making heavy robust scraping sounds as their uneven fast steps cause their, metal tipped heels to drag along the concrete sidewalk. I can see the dropping of some sand off the bottom of their dark gray dirt covered soles. Brenda quickly trots over to meet them, is now standing at the curb, dressed in a dark blue sweat suit. She is also black high top Reebok sneakers, with large floppy black laces. She’s got her white sweat socks bunched nicely up between her sneakers and her blue sweat suit. She’s so trim and slender, weighing just what looks like about 125 pounds.
Her brownish golden hair and a pink ribbon holding her pony tail together makes her look so sweet. You wonder why she’s working so hard at it, but it seems to be working. Then suddenly someone calls out; ‘The R7 bus is coming ladies’ I brace myself for what I see as the impending passionate army of stiff women’s wide legs striding down to this end of the path. I can’t move my left side, I can’t protect myself, in case some strong footed lovely lady is determined to step on my head with her powerful foot. I quickly poke a small hole with my other mashed up fingers to peer out from the leaf pile. I then try to cover my head again with my now freed right hand. I do it just in time! I see ten or twelve pairs of women’s wide and firmly striding marching boot’s and shoes approaching me. A while ago they seemed to be a distance away, but now as they march great deal faster toward me. I now see the women’s shoe bottoms are strutting along at a straight line for my defenseless body. I see the women coming toward me. I’m still laying on the ground along side of their direct line of march to me. I won’t get them all tramping on me at the same time, but I will get a few of then hopefully to pass by. I see some of their spike heel shoes swallowing up the ground under their fast, strong stepping march. I look at the women tramping the ground, their quickly coming at me! I see their heels and soles pivot, up and down, up and down, again and again. Their getting larger in my view with each forceful skirt flipping legged stride. A few of the women now are almost upon me now. Their walking is coming very near, almost right along side of me. I hear their thin heels grating on the cement, getting louder and louder. Still they keep on coming nearer to me. I feel their legs pounding thought the solid earth. A few seconds more, I hold my breath and wait for the first encounter. I see one women’s quick stepping foot. It’s almost too close for comfort. She lands her sneaker style walking shoe’s leading heel quickly down. It lands almost in my face! Her heel lands just in front of my face. I smell her sharp scented rubber sole, just before she zips her other foot up in a white blur just past my eyes. I close my eyes, and hope for another woman to safely pass by, since most of the women, are wearing heeled shoes. As the crowd surges very close to me, I feel the warmth of many naked stockings and paints covered legs! Suddenly, their here. I’m now being trampled down hard under many feet! Oh!.... The pain! Four or more unstoppable knife like ladies heels, looking for a place to fully support their mistresses bodies. A unseen woman’s worn to the metal, white high heel, lands directly on my back. I hold in my scream. I see stars as I grit my teeth, as I hold in my deep throbbing pain from this woman’s downward stomp. My left side awakens to knife like searing pain. My dislocated shoulder is now under her lively stepping nasty heel. She’s making me dread waking up today! I then think this is wonderful as their essence on me gets me hard. In the next step the tormentor who’s foot in now attached on my back, this woman’s brutal heeled shoe, will most likely get off of me just as fast she has landed. I think this as the pain from the ladies standing atop my back, with their heels wedged against the small of my back. One woman is standing with her two feet on my dead left side arm. Oh she will most defiantly walk on from this unbalanced stance. “But they don’t move!” They just stand still with their shoes parked me! It’s looks like theses women are comfortable where they are. There standing on me now, they have no desire to move on but are just looking for other women to talk to. They just want to anchor their unmerciful brutal footwear down on me. The women are now just standing still on what they think is the empty pile of leaves. I again hold on as the gut wrenching pain increases over me, as I struggle not to scream. The women above me continue to twist and dig their shapely heels and sculptured sloping perfumed soles down on me. I see their beautiful ladylike and stunning tan colored pants legs thrust down on me from overhead. The women above me don’t even know I’m here for them to even to show some pity to me. They think how wonderful it is to go stomping with their feet, through the pile as it was on a summer’s day. As if they were just kids again. I feel the closeness of their warmth as their body heat radiating downward on this cold morning as if it was shafts of sunlight. Then more women come and stand next to the other women who have parked their one or more of their shoe’s heels on me. The air in my lungs is all but crushed out of me. The pressure of their immovable feet is sending punishing blows from their stringent and strong legs. I smell the many scents from their foot filled assemblage, but I can’t even see their faces since their hidden above the sea of tall disembodied legs, and paint suits. The alluring silhouettes of fashionable women’s high sharp spiky heels. The other flat heeled shoes, dirty work shoes and white dingy sneaker soles all in concert, make me feel so hot, even as my left side, throbs like an open wound. They continue to press down on me in one massive blanket of perfumed undulating feet and of cold arched heels, and worn down white sneaker treads. Then some women’s gray half bootie foot tramples on my the side of my face. Her foot then slides off, scraping my face. She then re-steps her boot, tipping it up on her low heel. She’s just standing with her foot just propped up on my face as if my face was the curb stone, her other boot is nailed to my dead right hand. This is too much. My guts are being squished out, I feel like a rag doll run over by a truck.
The woman with the gray half boots press her blackened tar stained sole more solidly on my nose and across my cheek, for a moment. Then suddenly she plants her boot massively down on my cheek and eye, bringing up her other foot up to land both of her feet on unevenly on my head. I see star’s and bright flashes of light as this unknown woman park’s her flat heels against my ear and temple. I try not to moan, as this lady just gets comfortable perched on my sideways face. Her boot soles crushes on the side of my head while I have a ringing in my ears. “I see you found the tree root” Maria call’s to the woman! “I don’t think it’s a tree root” “It feels more like a old paint can.” “It’s got a wide shape to it, and it feels sort of flat.” Ms Gray boots say’s “Ladies let me get through here” As Maria walks through the bus line of people. The unknown lady then turns to face Maria, steps on my jaw and neck full weight while she steps back to the ground unbalanced. Her left gray boot lands quickly right in front of my nose. “Hi I’m Cathy”. Ms. gray boots announces to Maria. Cathy then kick’s back her boot heel, and slams it into my nose. Flash in my head again. Stopped by my face, she grinds her foot back up and against my nose to slide her boot bottom and along my eye and hair. Ahhh …. She’s back perched up on my head.. Still other women walk past me, and some side step on top of my back. They still step down deep on top of me. At times the crowd pauses, once more, a few of the women take their time, by parking their feet still on dead left side. They stand still on a few of my spread out fingers. Their immovable feet may nick the side on my other hand on the right side of my body and then crush my well placed fingers under their plain flat black or brown colored soles. “So what makes you think this is a tree root.” Cathy asks? “A while ago I was bouncing with a friend of mine on what felt link a tree limb.” “We felt it buckle and then it had no spring left in it. So we stopped.” “It was just something to do while we wait for that dam bus.” Maria then tries to feel around again for my arm with her slender looking black high heel. She stabs at the ground with her familiar three inch spike heel. Cathy turns herself slightly to the left, grinding her flat heels into my neck and twisting my face under her boots grimy old sole. Maria is getting closer again to my hidden left side. I’m in so much agony. My right hand in being crush by somebody’s else’s flat sole. My back is being speared by two women facing each other, jabbing their shoes into me. I can’t hold on much longer. But I know If I pass out I won’t wake up. It’s too hard now to breath. I can’t tell them to get off I had enough. “White searing pain!!” “I found it” Maria calls to Cathy “It’s right here” Maria found my shoulder by standing only on her heel. She just continues to jab it into the ground, to dig down into the well matted leaves. Her heel shaft nails into my busted up shoulder. A new level of pain rises from the background of warm of rolling pain. “Hey you want to bounce on it with me Cathy?” “Sure It beats standing on this paint can.” (my head) Oh please don’t. Have mercy on me. I almost want to yell it out. But it will surly be off to the nut house with me. I think my leg is broken from the last fat woman standing on my knee joint with that rock. Cathy then steps off my neck and face. I don’t feel the difference. My face is dead to any change. I can’t even move any of my hands to get the circulation back to my face..
I’m still nailed to the ground by the women above me. A woman with plain white Keds sneakers, walks softly but weighty along the sidewalk from behind me. I feel the coming vibrations from her strides. Then quickly she steps down on the back side of my calf muscles. Oh no not again. My leg is definitely broken, I’ll need help getting out of here. She seems to be picking her way through the crowd of women. As luck would have it, she walks firmly up my back with her two solid steps and then solidly on my head with one step of her firm stomp of her foot. I guess she does this to avoid the other women who are still standing on my hand on one side and Maria and Cathy on the other side. Then, the woman with the sneaker, while she has one foot is wedged my head, I squint to see her other off yellow rubber colored bottomed sneaker streak forward. It lands with a soft thud next to my ear on the ground. Now the foot on my head rolls off of me with a twisting hair pulling pain, and then she quickly steps ahead of me, a short distance. She’s just trod, all over me. Then just as suddenly another woman then walks along, I see her small brown leather flat heel shoes, go past my nose very quickly. Just as quickly as before another woman then steps up on my back from behind. I get hard, as I feel her body heat radiate down on me and smell her sweet perfume. She then steps forward on me, with just one hard downward stomp of her foot. But then just as suddenly, as if it’s an after thought, she then stands still on me with both of her shoes on the back of my neck. I’m enjoying her lighter than usual weight, but she’s still crushing me by standing on me! But although its just with some low heels of her smooth bottomed footwear. Then this woman steps forward once more and I see her shoe bottoms are low heeled black patent leather shoes. She then lands her strong foot silently down just in front of my nose. I look at her worn heel bottom, her slender powerful ankle, that’s planted right by my cheek as her other mate is still anchored rigidly on the back of my neck. I’m in so much discomfort as the woman steps off of me and walks away. I see that she was a young Chinese lady. Surprise I’m still here, as luckily this woman was not that heavy. “So lets begin, you take that side while I’ll hold on to you” Maria tells Cathy. “I don’t want to slip like I did the last time.” Maria’s spike heels have found my busted up shoulder while Cathy’s size nine boots stand length wise on my throbbing arm. “When I say go, Lets both jump up and finally break this thing.” Laugh’s Maria. One Two Three Jump… They both come down on me at once! I hear a sound like a TV test tone. Time slides forward very slowly. I can hear my heart beating. “One Two Three Jump… I taste my guts. My back cracks again with another flash. My hand is stung with a heel but I don’t feel a thing.. “One two three Jump. …” I just stare at a twig in front of my face. The ground tilts sideways while I taste bile and blood in my mouth. There is a flash of bright light again, then everything dims out.
