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Bad Day at the Office pt. 8
🕑 Added 2023-03-16 20:46:15 +0000 UTCHe wasn't going to admit that he enjoyed this for fear of where it might lead, but agreed with her that this was their private little secret. She then thanked him in such a way that she really might care, but was unclear whether it was for keeping this secret or bringing her off twice. She said that she had forgotton that Bev needed to see him ASAP. He feared he should have gotten the message an hour ago. On his way to Bev's office he contemplated what excuse he was going to be able to give Bev. His story about what just happened with Shelly was not only unbelievable considering his relationship with her and the rest of the staff' but he had promised her secrecy. Then he remembered the fact that his dentures were in the bottom of the shoes Bev was wearing. Had she discovered he put them in there? That would raise a thousand questions and probably was the reason he had to report to her ASAP. He began to get nervous. Maybe there were even police in her office waiting for him for a Breaking and Entry charge. His mind raced through all sorts of scenarios. The walk to her office seem like an eternity. By the time he was in front of her desk he was a nervous wreck and a fly could have knocked him over . As soon as he got there she instructed her to come around to the side of her desk. Here it comes he thought. She blew him back saying she wanted a man's opinion. "For some reason these old rotten running shoes feel surprisingly comfortable today and I don't want to take them off. I am going out to lunch this afternoon and I am thinking that these shoes will make me look like a tramp or something. Do you think that I should change back into these muddy shoes I wore in this morning or wear these comfortable ones?" Great this might be his chance he reasoned. The first step in getting his dentures back was to get her out of those 'rotten running shoes' and answered her by saying the heels are more appropriate for a lady of your stature. She couldn't say anything after that and immediately kicked her heels out from under her desk. She kicked one a little too hard and it landed by his feet and he instantly stooped down, picked it up, and sat by her feet ready to place the shoe on her foot. She blushed you needn't do that, but he was intent on making sure that when she extracted her foot from those stinky tennies that his dentures didn't accidentally fall out. He said it was no problem and it would be his pleasure. She said, "I can't let you do this because they are going to pong a little", but at the same time she carelessly crossed her legs and unintentionally gave him a wonderful view of her panties and extended her foot right underneath his chin. He pretended to divert his eyes and started to untie her laces. The 'pong' that she worried about was already filling up his olfactory nerves even before the shoe was off her foot. The first shoe slipped off easily and he carefully put it down. The assault on his nose was indescribable but he had to rescue his teeth. He didn't replace the heel on it yet figuring her feet could use a little airing. He next started to pick up the foot that was anchored to the floor which surprised her as she thought he would want to get her toes covered up and resealed in her heels as quickly as possible. She didn't object because despite the comfort of those sneakers they were getting hot and the cool air made them feel wonderful. She recrossed her legs in a similar fashion and this time noticed that as she flashed him her beaver he covered his eyes. She, like Shelly, also thought that this was rather sweet, but instead of placing her unshod foot on the floor she placed it on his knee as he sat cross legged in front of her, then added the extra weight of her crossed leg on top of that as she held her other sneaker so it was practically touching his lips. He looked and saw that she was leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed and said, "I feel like Cinderella." Her foot was now resting against his mouth as he started to untie the shoe. He slid it off being careful not to move his head or her foot and he was 'rewarded' by her putting her incredibly aromatic toes on his nose and lips. After a second or two she was brought back to reality as the perfume of her feet reached her own senses and apologized as she just realized that she just had her offensive toes so close to his face and was afraid that she may have even touched his cheek with them or something. She started to retract her foot but he said don't even worry about it, and that she had beautiful feet and didn't mind the delicate scent of her feet at all. She giggled I can think of a lot of names for that, but 'delicate scent' is the last thing I would call it and giggled some more. He then held both feet inches away from his lips and gently blew on her toes. He then checked her and said, "Ma'am if you would like me to stop and get out of here I will." Her response was, "Oh, please don't you have no idea how good that feels" as she wiggled her toes some more to take advantage of the cool air he was blowing over her toes. "Are you sure that smell doesn't bother you?" he laughed a little at what he was about to do and said for her not to worry about it and then put his nose between her toes and kissed the underside of them. She shook her head in disbelief and just relaxed and let him continue the brief massage. The bouquet of her feet began to weaken and he decided it was time to make a move in retrieving his dentures and reached over to get her first high heel which was still slightly moist from this morning but hoped it would be satisfactory for her. Then again instead of returning her foot to the floor she again placed it on his thigh with the heel digging into his leg as he replaced the other one. That one on, she lowered that foot as well and both heels were digging in deep into his thighs. He started to gather her sneakers in an attempt to secure his teeth, but she immediately stopped him by leaning forward saying, "No, you needn't touch those anymore. You have put up with my stink enough, despite your kindness. As she leaned forward she was putting an incredible amount of pressure behind those heels. In fact as she started to reach for the drawer with her shoes in her other hand. She was almost full weight with just her heels pointed into him. Sneakers now in the drawer, she then rocked forward and he realized that the invisibility factor must be returning as she then stood up on his legs. This was confirmed beyond doubt as she stood on his lap and told him, "The front lobby called and commended us for your help this morning and have requested our help during the lunch hour and again tonight when everyone goes home. I must go down later to see how you are managing all this good PR that you and Shelly have set up. In fact if you could go get her and bring her in here I would like to praise her for her efforts as well." As she spoke her knees and thighs got so close to his face that she literally pushed him over on his back. She turned around at that point to answer her cell phone that was in the purse draped around the chair behind her. With cell phone in hand and total blindness she paced back up to his chest as it was apparent that her overseas boyfriend was calling. Spinning around on her heels grinding his chest to misery she made her way back down to his groin when Jaime came in with some paper work for her to sign. Jaime dutifully stood patiently waiting her turn with Bev but she had one foot on his shoulder and the other on his throat. He barely was able to get enough breath in him to keep from passing out. But finally Bev hung up and Jaime stepped forward on his stomach as Shelly entered. Her paper signed she turned around and strode off with her heel landing on his chin and the sole of her boot on his nose and eyes. She had to make a slight turn to avoid running into Shelly as she ground her sole over his eyes, nose, and mouth. As she stepped off, Shelly stepped up on his face with both feet. Bev said that she was glad that Bob found her as she wanted to praise her for the effort she made in the lobby this morning. Shelly answered that she hadn't seen him and he might be down in the lobby already. Her pointed heels were piercing the skin on his forehead as she pivoted around slightly. Bev again praised Shelly and asked her to see if she could enhance what ever she was doing down their with him. Shelly said that it was getting late and she better go find him and make sure everything was in place. Shelly then pivoted on the sole again twisting his features around as she strode out of the office. Bev said that she would go check the break room for him just in case as she grabbed her coffee cup and walked off squarely planting her heel on his face as well. He got up and thought about rescuing his dentures but decided against it as there was no time, they were probably safe for now, and he had no idea where to rehide them. He got down to the lobby and there was already a small line forming waiting for him. He again laid down assuming his position and let the onslaught continue. It didn't matter which direction his head was in as this was going to be 2 way traffic for the next 2 hours. 5 ladies had already crossed the bridge as Shelly appeared just in front of a larger crowd ready to go to lunch. Remembering what Bev asked her to do, she decided to put in some more plugs for the company. Because the crowd was behind her she decided the best way to address them would be to step up on the bridge, that way they would be focused on her and not trying to sneak around her. That being said she looked down at his face and smiled at him asking him "Ok, are you ready for this?" Then not giving him a chance to answer she dutifully placed one foot on his face then the other and turned around to address the crowd. She stood there for at least 5 minutes emphasizing how her company cared for the rest of the employees that worked there.
For 5 minutes she shifted her weight back and forth over his face with her needle like heels continuing to pulverize his chin and his cheeks. Occasionally, almost to show off her balance, she raised one foot transferring all her weight on the other foot and playing with his eye with the toe of the other using his thick eyebrows almost as a brush to clean off the bottom of her shoe. During this ordeal as she continued to punish his face, he of course had a clear view of her crotch and noticed the wet stain that indicated her satisfaction of his previous work in the break room. It seemed like she was going on and on and he began to wonder about her initial concern about her being so 'tall' or the sting her 1/4" heels might make. Finally she was running out of things to say as she repeated her opening comment and emphasized that her company would be more than happy to give special assistance to any of you ladies, and to call Bev or her and they would see to it that if nothing else, keep your shoes dry. As she finished her spiel she looked down and her sweet little smile turned into one of surprise and told him she was so sorry she forgot what she was standing on and asked for his forgiveness. Next she turned around using tiny baby steps as there wasn't much room to maneuver on the small surface his face offered. He watched in fright as those needle like heels waved precariously over his eyes, the first heel caught the bridge of his nose full weight and the second landed just barely below his eye. In both cases he watched as the base of her heel came so dangerously close to his eyeball. Still taking seemingly small steps, she paused as she stood atop his little man and told him a gentlely a caring thank you over her shoulder as she walked off. The stream of ladies behind her started immediately and his face was covered with high heels mashing down on him constantly. It seemed none of the ladies had any concern about stepping on him at this point. He was just doing his job and probably getting well paid for it and they were just doing what they were supposed to be doing. At least 50 women had used the 'bridge' that was so generously provided for them before the crowd thinned out. As he looked above him waiting for the next foot to step on his face he saw a familiar smile that belonged to Bev. She asked what in the world was he doing lying in the puddle. When he explained that he inadvertently became the 'bridge' over the lake and that this what was causing all the gratitude towards her company, she was shocked. Just then a lady from behind her and stepped freely on his face on the way to her car. Bev watched her plant her shoe squarely on his face and walked on with out even a slight hesitation or comment showing appreciation for his sacrifice. She watched two more ladies do the very same thing and with the same attitude and asked if Shelly was ok with this. He told her yes as it has seemed to make everyone in the building appreciate your thoughtfulness on how much you cared for the rest of the ladies that worked here. Then almost on cue two ladies recognized Bev and stopped to compliment her to no end for her quick thinking this morning in getting a 'walkway' put in place. Then both proceeded on their way to their vehicles not even paying attention to the ground the were walking on. Bev looked at her watch and realized that she must be getting on the her way otherwise she would miss her business lunch with her client. She said that there was no way that she was wading through that puddle again and asked if he was absolutely sure it was ok to step on him. He gave her a very reassuring ok and she now extended her foot over his face and slowly lowered it putting half her weight on his nose and lips, but then retracted it saying she couldn't bear to both humiliate him and cause him what she imagined would be tremendous pain with her heels. There were 3 ladies on the other side that misunderstood her backing off as yielding the right a way and started across. At the same time the lady in back of Bev said don't worry the lady he works for is real nice and is probably giving him a big bonus for this. Giving him some sort of reimbursement might give her some justification in trampling him she thought. Again she held her foot over his face and this time stepped on full weight not realizing there were 3 ladies in front of her going towards her. The first lady who was the CEO of one of the other firms in the building also recognized her and also began complimenting her on her providing a solution to the water barrier and the two very quickly began discussing the lack of support the building's owner was providing. Bev readily agreed and mentioned that she had to recruit her own personnel to do maintenance in her office such as plumbing and such. He meanwhile endured her heels shifting all over his face as the two carried on small talk, in fact all 5 ladies seem to join in the conversation and not one in a hurry to get off of him. He used this time as she shifted her wait to lick off the mud spots still remaining on Bev's heels that she was worried about. Her heels finally settled in each eye socket, fortunately they were wide enough that they didn't penetrate the eyes but it was definitely going to leave him a pair of black eyes to go along with the many puncture marks that Shelly had left on his cheeks. Bev again looked at her watch and said please I am running a little late and the other ladies backed off to let her by. In total he figured that she had been standing on his face over 10 minutes and had done a excellent job of washing the rest of the mud off the side of her heels. As Bev moved on with little tiny baby steps so as not to lose her balance, the lady behind her aggressively took the opportunity to use the 'walkway' as well. She had been a little careless on how close to the edge she stood and had been stepping in the mud and as she stepped up on his face she noticed it and began wiping her feet and totally blackened his face until Bev had moved far enough so she could proceed. At this point he could barely see any more due to all the debris she deposited as the other ladies came from the other direction and continued to grind the junk into his face. Now ladies were coming from both directions and there were several other incidents where traffic was stalled on his face to include Cherish who whispered, "Can you still see my pretty butt? and wiggled a little sending a new kind of pain as her heels slid back and forth across his forehead. A few of his co-workers from the office gave a cute little meaningless thank you as they tread on him, but other than that, most just ignored the pain and humiliation he must be enduring and just assumed that was what his role in life was. After 100's of crossings, most were back from lunch. He saw Shelly approaching and as she stepped up he could tell she had done nothing about the sharp heels she was wearing and perhaps because his face was all blackened paid no mind as she brutally stepped on his face this time her heel sank through his lips and assaulted his tongue and stepped off. Then realizing he was still there she turned around and again stepped on his face going the other direction and with her foot she tried to clear some of the debris that had piled up on his face. She used her heels to dig out the crap that had settled in the depressions of his eye sockets. He was again frightened as he watched the bottom of her heel try to excavate around his eye hoping that she would not excavate an eye by mistake. This being done to her satisfaction she jokingly said, "Oh, they you are!" and giggled a little. She then stated it was getting late and he had better get up and go upstairs. He insisted no, he must wait for Bev as she hadn't returned yet. With that Shelly put her foot down the rest of the way on his face and then spun around mercilessly contorting his facial features beyond belief and turned around to see if Bev was behind her. She saw Bev and her returning client way in the back of the lot walking up and raised her arm up and waved, doing a little hop at the same time. Realizing that she just jumped on his face she looked down and giggled, "Sorry about that" She again remained in place as she told him that they were on their way here now. Then Shelly thinking fast told him that except for his face it was hard to distinguish him from a pile of sand bags laid across the puddle due to the fact there had been so many foot prints on his now tattered clothes. She told him she was going have to remain standing on his face until the last minute so as their guest client would not realize that that she was stepping on a person in order to get across. So when the stunning client was almost on top of Shelly she quickly spun around again twisting his nose and mouth up into his eyes and his eyes down to his mouth. The client never knew that she had just stepped his mouth and nose so severely. Bev when she came up to his chest again hesitated as she extended her foot over his face and very slowly lowered her foot on his face. She gave him a smile and a wink of approval or gratitude before adding her full weight. Instead of quickly stepping off of him the client had stopped to dig into her purse to answer a nagging cell phone leaving Bev once again stranded on top of his face. He could see Shelly smirking at him through the space between Bev's shoes, but she neither said or did anything to encourage the client move on. He heard the client answer, "Hi, this is Roberta," and then a quick conversation transpired for a minute and Shelly again started to lead them on when Roberta had finished. With Roberta a couple of steps out of the way Bev stepped off but unintentionally ground her soles in his face as she was stepping off. Bev turned around to look at him to see if she had done much damage to him and try to apologize, but to do so would give away the secret of the 'bridge to Roberta.
Bev and Roberta proceeded towards the office, while Shelly waited until they were several yards ahead and then whispered to him and realized that it was awkward trying to talk to him upside down. She then wanted to get in front of him so she again firmly planted that sharp heel of hers on his forehead and the sole of her shoe smashed down on his nose and mouth and stepped forward on his chest, then doing an about face just on her heels. He was sure that opened a fresh gash on his chest, but Shelly didn't seem concerned at all about the stabbing she inflicted on him as she was so excited to tell him her news about the identity of the new client. Or perhaps she did care as she managed to put firm pressure on the spot where her heel had just drilled into his chest. She whispered to him that Roberta's real name was Paris Hilton. Then with that she again stepped forward and looking down between her shoes at his face she realized that she had just gashed his cheek again with her heel and tried unsuccessfully to put pressure on the wound with the sole of her shoe. She told him to clean up good before he entered the building and then go up and lay on the couch in the break room and she would attend to his wounds when she got a chance and then apologized sheepishly for carelessly being the cause of them. Then looking up at Bev and "Roberta" aka Paris, she hopped up a little and excitedly said she was coming and hurried off. This 'little hop' put two new gashes on his cheeks but she again was totally oblivious of the carnage she had just done. He wearily got up and went to the outside spicket to the building and thoroughly washed himself off. He then went into the men's room by the front door to dry himself off as much as possible. Fortunately, there was an industrial sized drier in there that would get his clothes dried in minutes while he hid naked in an adjacent stall. This being done he looked into the mirror and was stunned but what he saw. His clothes seemed to be permanently stained to a greenish dinge and his face was so bruised up with heel marks that it blended in with the rest of him. He wanted to go home, but Shelly told him to report to the break room where she would take care of his cuts and undoubtedly give him his next menial task to perform. There was no one in the break room and not wanting to mess up the office furniture he just simply laid down in the corner of the room. Shelly meanwhile was still so excited with the presence of Paris being there, she completely forgot about him until Bev told her to go get the photographer and prepare the break room for Paris to sign individual photographs of each of the staff. The lady photographer came in and started setting up her equipment, unfortunately for him she picked the corner that he was lying in to set her equipment up, in fact she placed the tripod right in front of his head so that she was constantly stepping all over him, especially his face when she stared in to the camera to get it focused. Shelly had been attending to a few more details and finally arrived in the break room and noticed the stool that Maria was using was actually his face. She winced as she unknowingly trampled his facial features and causing still more cuts around his lips and cheeks. She seemed to have a tendency to grind her feet into the stool she was standing on while she concentrated on the camera adjustments and realized that the height adjustment on her tripod was jammed and it was set for about 9'' higher than normal for the ladies to sit comfortably on a couch. With that frustration she stamped her feet coming down with her heel right into to his eye socket. Luckily for him she had heels on similar to Bev's that were square blocked so that other than a severe bruise to his already blackened eye there was no damage to his sight. Maria then asked Shelly, "While I go to the ladies room would she take the sand bags that she was standing on and spread them on the couch to compensate for the difference in height." With that Maria emphasized her request by again grinding her heel into his face. Apparently Maria's heels had a sharp edges because it left fresh cuts on his lips after she got finished grinding. Shelly readily agreed realizing that a rescue plan formed for him and she would have a chance to stop all the blood oozing from his face. He got up as soon as she left the room and he apologized to Shelly for not following her instructions as it was obvious that Shelly was both stressed and frustrated at him. Shelly didn't say a word but simply pointed to the couch and he laid down. Shelly then got a towel and cleaned up all the blood and was applying pressure to his nose and lips when Maria came back in. Maria asked Shelly to stand behind the camera and be ready to answer a few questions. With that Maria marched straight over to the couch and told Shelly she had done a great job in getting all those sandbags up on the couch so quickly which brought a smile to Shelly. Maria next stood in front of his head and told Shelly, "I know this is not very lady like, but for these pictures I want each lady to flip there dresses back so they spread out as much as possible to cover up these sandbags for the picture, and with that she flipped her skirt back and exposed her thong to his unbelieving eyes and sat squarely on his face. Then she kept adjusting herself until he could taste the little yellow stain he noticed on the gusset of her panties as the stain engulfed his lips and nose. It was a very poignant and earthly scent as she kept squirming and rubbing that stain into his mouth trying to get comfortable and get just the right pose for Shelly to make a test photo. And of course their was the faint order of her recent bowel movement in addition to a little moistness where a little urine must have leaked out on her way to the john. She would have to get up and walk over to Shelly several times trying to show her where each adjustment was on the camera. And then she would return to the spot right in front of his head and flip her skirt back, exposing the little stain and descend on his mouth each time. Shelly worried about his ability to breathe and quickly snapped the photo not paying attention to the focus so the photo was less than perfect, Maria decided that she would have to take the photo herself. That was fine for Shelly and she walked over and sat on his legs trying to avoid the immodest exposure of her privates as she flipped back her skirt as instructed. Maria then said, "No, no, no, that simply won't do you need to sit there at the very end where I was sitting" Shelly looked at him and grimaced knowing that her panties must be giving out a not-so-delicate fragrance by this time considering all the previous excitable moments during this day. Then shuddered when she realized that she was in such a hurry to get to work this morning she not only skipped her shower but didn't change her panties from yesterday either. So now she was about to sit on the poor guys face with panties that were undoubtedly anything but fresh as she had worn them for the last 30 hours straight. She looked over at him and tried to smile and said maybe this will stop the bleeding from your lips this way, trying to encourage him. She reluctantly got up and positioned herself over his face and quickly whispered, "Sorry....." and flipped her skirt back and slowly eased down to a sitting position. It seemed liked the gussets of both ladies panties had radar as the stain between Shelly's legs was now perfectly pressed into his mouth and nose. Although Shelly was embarrassed and uncomfortable that she was exposing her most intimate regions to him she felt a strange sensual pleasure as she felt his labored breathing flow past her little kitty and began squirming a little to help direct his breathing into the desired spots. She felt a little inconsiderate for this, but quickly justified her pleasure by telling herself that it would stop his lips from bleeding and only slightly concerned that her yeast infection might cause him an infection. Maria was finally satisfied that everything was just right for the photos to begin and asked Shelly to start bringing in the ladies. Shelly reluctantly started to get up but then mischievously bounced right back down on his nose forcing him to blow air out quickly into her erogenous zones and also forcing him to open his mouth wide enough so that the stained gusset was well inside his mouth and unavoidably he taste tested them. He was disgusted until Shelly said "Ooops" sweetly and all was forgiven despite the aftertaste. A few minutes later the ladies all lined up in front of him and unbelievably no one recognized him as a person and he was just a pile of sandbags that they were about to sit on. When Paris entered the room Maria explained about the requirement of flipping their skirts back before sitting on the ugly sandbags, which brought a giggle to Paris lips. As Paris approached he realized that she had giggled because she was going commando style as she flipped back her skirt and his nose at first tickled her rose bud but then as she squirmed around getting comfortable his nose actually parted her flower and became her little tampon for the moment. The first lady was Bev and sat down similarly on his chest causing him to expel air through his nose into her flower which brought a smile to Paris's lips again. As each lady squirmed around a little getting comfortable for the photo, Maria explained that each lady would get two photos: one sitting on her right and the second sitting on her left. So this meant that all 30 ladies were going to have their panties taste tested, and Paris would be bouncing and squirming on his face 30 different times as well. Half the time his nose would be in her flower and the other half of the time his nose and lips would be invading the brown eye at her back door, both of which seemed to give Paris a certain amount of pleasure.
So the entire staff of 30 ladies was now lined up all to have his face be the pillow for their lovely toushes by smearing the crotch of their panties all over his face. And first in line to start the procession with Paris Hilton was Bev. Bev walked eagerly over to his face and turned around without even a glancing sign of recognition and very eagerly planted her crotch over his mouth and nose. Although there was a certain air of feminine freshness wafting from her love garden, it was late in the day and that was obviously wearing off. She adjusted her self several times until his nose was practically inside her, then when she was satisfied that the 'feel' was just 'right' she slowly began to rock back in forth, He felt his nose push her panties in and out of her in a slow rhythmic pattern and gradually began to feel it get quite moist. But, before Bev could get too far along Maria told them to switch places. While Bev was reluctant to get up Paris was eager and flipped her skirt back and assumed a similar position before he could even take a breath. Then when Bev sat heavily down on his chest he was forced to blow out a puff of air into Paris's furry nest and he swore he heard her coo in delight and she began the same rocking motion that Bev was doing, until Maria told her to stop fidgeting. Unfortunately she froze in place just as his nose was pressed up against the crack of her shapely butt, and without the benefit of the panties acting as a barrier his nose was dangerously close to that little rosebud. Paris was not helping matters any by slowly leaning backwards until his nose was actually pressed up hard against her sphincter and to make matters worse the little hole was dilating to accommodate the intrusion. Again he heard her make a pleasurable sigh under her breath as his nose was forced into her. He faintly heard Maria say next. And this time it was Dawn's turn. She smiled as she approached him but then he realized her smile was only due to the fact that she was going to be able to sit next to the famous Paris Hilton. By her sweet smile on her face she was so conspicuously anxious that he almost welcomed the chance to accommodate her by being her seat cushion until he saw the wings on the gusset of her panties indicating that the red tide was quickly approaching his mouth and nose. Her squirming in an attempt to get comfortable only made him more aware of her monthly scent. Then Paris again sat heavily on his chest. It seemed that this was even more of a heavy bounce than before, almost as if it were on purpose. It again forced a puff of air to Dawn's intimacy which she apparently enjoyed as much as Bev and despite her pad being in place she was doing the slow motion rocking chair bit. He swore he could taste her drainage. Dawn was still extremely excited except he didn't know if it was because of her squirming and the rocking she was doing or the fact that she was sitting next to Paris. Either way he was glad that she was in so much pleasure and didn't mind being used as her "extra tampon" as gross as it seemed. Maria said switch and it was back to Paris as she eagerly flipped her skirt back and squatted down on his face and picked up where she left off making sure she put his nose into which ever of her openings suited her delight. Francis's was next and before she sat down asked if there was time for her to go pee. Maria answered that it would only take a minute. But while the squirming, adjusting, and rocking was taking place Maria said she had to fix the shutter as it was sticking, which added an extra 5 minutes to the ordeal and Francis was squeezing her hips tightly but could not avoid leaking or rather squirting a mouth full of lady lemonade. He could not believe the abuse he was getting. He heard her say oops I need a towel and he immediately felt a washcloth blotting his lips dry. Then he heard her say I guess I was wrong and giggled some more giving him another mouth full only this time it spilled over into his nose and eyes which caused it to burn. She however continued to move and squirm rubbing more abuse into his already stinging eyes. Next was Bev's daughter, Amanda, as she begged her mother for a chance to sneak in the line. When Mom said yes, Shelly explained the instructions for covering as much as the 'sandbags' with her skirt flipped back. And as Amanda approached his spot she giggled and then when no one was looking grabbed his nose and shook his head and giggled some more as she turned around and flipped her dress back as the others and squatted with her crotch directly over his nose and mouth. He figured he was apparently so well camouflaged that Shelly must have told her of his presence and she thought it great fun or excitement to have her panties licked by the office boy while sitting next to the most popular world class celebrity. Amanda seemed to squirm more than the others so far and he imagined that she not only was fully aware she was sitting on his face, but was enjoying it tremendously. When Maria said switch as the two got up he saw Paris wink at Amanda. Did they both know. Surely it was only his imagination that such a high class socialite as Paris would participate in behavior as this and dismissed the thoughts. The rest of the staff came in one by one and he taste tested 29 sets of panties, 7 that were surfing the crimson tide, 4 with obvious yeast infections, and 3 including Paris that went commando and finally the last person in line was Shelly. As Shelly approached she a peculiar smile on her face and as she got close enough to whisper to him she said she was real sorry but her panties were itching so she took them off and put them back on inside out. She giggled some more and said she hoped he wouldn't mind too much and with out a moments hesitation turned around saying, "sorreeee..." flipped her skirt back and he could clearly see the horrible messy stain descending on his face. As with the others she aimed her self perfectly so that the taste of her excretions was unavoidable and then proceeded just the same as the others and managed to grind her gusset into his mouth, nose and eyes. Apparently she was too caught up with Paris's presence to remember what or who she was sitting on, totally forgetting about the disgusting stains she was grinding into his face. Finally Maria said switch and as Shelly got up she suddenly remembered his peril and just sheepishly said 'sorry about that' as if she had merely bumped into him or something innocent and meaningless as that. Now this was Paris's last turn on him and she was especially animated more than the other 32 times on his face to the point she actually seemed to climax over on his face as it suddenly became moist. Then Maria suggested one more group photo. Maria wanted 3 rows of 11 ladies: the first row was to kneel the second row to stand and the back row to stand on the pile of sandbags. The room was crowded but Shelly pretended to take the string of sandbags off the couch and put them on the floor. The only open space was in the narrow doorway to the room so he chose that spot to fall. He regretted his decision when Maria asked all the ladies to leave the room while she rearranged her equipment. Because he was in the doorway and nothing but a pile of sandbags he would again be used as a footpath like he did outside the building. So out they came each one in single file; each one starting at his legs; and each one squarely planting their 'dainty' little foot on his face again. The crowd of ladies outside the room slowed the procession to an eventual standstill as the ladies began to spend a longer and longer time perched on his nose and mouth. This time Paris was the last one out, only this time instead of her pointy heels slowly proceeding over his body he felt a soft and warm touch as had taken off her shoes saying that she had been in them all day and they were hot, sweaty, and achy. He could vouch for the hot and sweaty part very easily when her feet stood on his face and there was simply no more room to move on so she just stood there. He could not believe as attractive as she was that her feet could have such a powerful order to them. At first she played with his eyes and nose with her toes. Then as her foot perfume wafted up to her level she got the idea to stick them in his mouth inconspicuously so he would be forced to wash the stink off of them. There was no doubt now. She knew he wasn't a pile of sandbags. She forced her toes as far down his throat as she could putting most of her weight on them. They tasted horribly salty, cheesy, and popcorny mixed with vinegar. She occasionally looked down at him and smiled at him. Maria then announced that she needed to move the bags so Paris reluctantly got off drying her feet over his face and putting her heels back on. This of course required a firm stomp to get her heels inside her dainty little shoes. Maria had turned around and he had voluntarily moved to the middle of the room rather than having Maria discover he was not a group of sandbags. Then when she turned around again she walked up to Paris, who was the only one watching, and said to her while standing on his face with those sharp heels that she didn't have to move those bags as she would have gotten the maintenance guy to move them. With that she stomped a little hard on his face again hitting the eye socket making sure it was as equally blackened as the other one she had caused leaving a pretty good gash on his cheek. Then she backed off and Paris noticing the blood oozing out, squarely put the sole of her shoe over the cut, either to cover the blood up so no one would notice or to actually mercifully give him a little 'ad hoc first aid pressure dressing'. With that the ladies started filing in again each one stepping squarely on his face and ended up on his little tent which was poking up to the sky with all the beautiful up-skirt views he was being afforded between foot falls.
