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Bad Day at The Office pt. 4
🕑 Added 2023-02-24 04:20:50 +0000 UTCShelly had left Bev alone in the office to finish up her work. He had thought that they both had left but was quickly corrected when he heard the chair squeak a warning that his little cave under her desk was about to become more crowded. With that warning the light dimmed as she scooted her chair toward the opening of the desk which he was perfectly positioned to become her new footstool. He was being held firmly in place by the weight of the oaken desk. As Bev approached she extended her feet under the desk to grip the floor to pull herself snugly into position. Of course each of her spiked heels landed in his eye sockets as she attempted to excavate his eyes with her heels. He wondered again if the graceful curve of the back of her legs was going to be the last thing he remembered seeing, although admitted they were a thing of beauty. He felt the base of the swivel chair gently nudge the back of his head indicating that she was now seated directly over him and she began readjusting her feet getting into a more comfortable position. Her right foot slid forward leaving a gash under his eye and her left foot zoomed upwards as she crossed her legs. He briefly caught a confirming glimpse of the heels and legs until she slid her heel back into his eye socket, this time with the weight of both legs focusing their pressure through her one heel. Then just to add more drama to the scene she began bouncing the free foot dangling above him so that he was getting a rhythmic pile driving 3" inch heel going deeper into his socket. Fortunately, her aim was just off enough so that other than the intense pain it apparently wasn't going to any permanent damage, that is just as long as she didn't start shifting around to much. He realized at the same time that he would have to do his part by being the motionless footstool she assumed was under her feet. Minutes dragged on like hours as she kept up the rhythm to the beat of her small radio playing in the background each drop of her foot sending her heel deeper into the notch she was creating just below his right eye. The music stopped as the news came on and she uncrossed her legs. Her left heel must have been guided by radar as it came down dead center in his left eye. He was afraid he was going to be done for if she crossed her legs in the other direction as he knew his closed eyelid couldn't protect the weight of both legs focused through her heel. He was relieved when she made no attempt at this. She instead dragged her heel further up continuing the gash in his cheek. It stung a bit, but he quickly dismissed the pain as she was now doing a little dance with her left heel on top of his eyelid. It almost seemed as if her left foot was purposefully trying to expose his eye so he would get a full view of what was to come. She continued twisting and turning that heel on top of his eye until it wiggled itself all the way to his cheek. Then her right foot began exploration as her toe began prodding and poking the various features on his face. The gritty sole of her toe started to grind back and forth over his right eye further punishing that little gash. If he hadn't figured it out already, it was definitely bleeding as he noticed a red stain on the ball of her foot. This version of torture continued until she cocked her right foot at an angle providing firm steady pressure on his cheek. He had no idea but she was rendering first aid to the cut. Probably not the most sanitary of methods grinding all that dust collected on the bottom of her shoe into the cut but it stopped the bleeding. Once she finished rendering his first aid she continued the exploration as the heel suddenly came down over his lips. Without his dentures he had little chance in preventing the heel from entering his oral cavity. Resisting just the same, provided a nice tight seal around the top part of her heel. Feeling the unusual sinking sensation she immediately tried withdrawing her heel, but because he had such a nice tight grip on it, it loosened the back of her shoe. Her feet had been trapped inside the leather prisons all day long and the cool fresh air was an invitation she couldn't resist. She knew that the foot odor would be strong, but she was alone and knew that the pong would be primarily confined to the space under her desk. She pressed down hard with the heel in the back of his throat so he gagged and then in a forceful move dragged her foot out of the shoe and back up to his eye as he got a erotic glimpse of her moist nylon covered toes descending on his eye. He kept his eye open for this thinking it would be fun to watch but would later find out that she would grind the silky smoothness of her toes into the surface of his eyes and he would no longer be able to protect them with his eyelids. The extraction of the 2nd shoe was more violent as she returned the heel of her shoe into his eye and then bore down with enough force to extract her other foot out of it. The 2nd shoe flopped to the ground and the space around him filled quickly with the overwhelming pong of her aching feet. Her feet, as if they were excited to be released became quite active as they re-explored his facial features massaging, grinding, and prodding everywhere and everything. As gorgeous as her toes were he wasn't excited about them entering his mouth considering the way they perfumed the place. There was little he could do about it as the heel of her shoe was still in his mouth and all the toes had to do was to enter the already parted lips. Just as her toes began their entrance he heard the sweet sound of her cell phone go off and he began to hear a one way conversation. He could tell by the way she cooed that this must have been some one special to her and more than likely male. He could hear the strain of the back of the chair and watched her legs slide forward a few inches until a pretty black lacy object just peeked over the edge of the chair at him. This changed the angle of her foot that was attempting entry past his lips and her nasty sweaty toes proceeded all the way to the back of his throat causing him to gag. She was so involved with the conversation on the phone and was oblivious to any sensation or movement below her knees. She had the toes of one foot cupped around and clenching his nose firmly and with the other she was rocking and swaying his whole head with her nyloned toes resting on top of his tonsils. The only method of breathing at this point was through the filtered aroma of the her moist nylons. This continued as she had no clue that the least little movement of her ankles would have such a dramatic effect on him. Finally, she removed the foot and she was now frog legged with the sole of each foot pressing sideways on his cheeks while she towered above him. It was then he noticed that her finger had been busy above him and her strong legs and ankles nearly crushed his head as she had her magic moment. Suddenly her entire weight was transferred on to the top of his face as she raised her bottom slightly so that she could slip the black lacy attire off the end of her chair, past her thighs, then dropped heavily when they got past her knees. Removing her ankles out of the panties flipped them over. This was the 2nd time today he had contact with her most intimate apparel, except this time the business side of the reinforced crotch was covering his lips and nose. Nearly exhausted in a state of bliss the soles of her feet came back up and covered his face heavily. He now had the pleasure of the fragrance of her still sweaty feet as they formed a seal above is nose while firmly pressing the mustiness of her panties against his lips and nose. Both of these not so delicate odors mixed in with the sweet aroma of her sexy discharge which soaked them and was dripping into his mouth. She must have dozed off as she remained motionless for the next hour or so. The prevalent smell at this point was the acrid perfume of the the crotch of her panties as the cheesiness of her feet had dissipated along with the love discharge which she occasionally smeared back and forth over his lips and nose as she stirred in her sleep. He lost track of time as he lay there helplessly trapped under her and her womanhood. He nearly forgot that half his body was still sticking out of the front half of her desk until Mandy came in and stepped heavily up on top of his groin and could hear her sweetly called out to her mom to wake her. Now Mandy just assumed that her mom had worked all day and just fell asleep exhausted. Bev woke up and yawned stretching her muscles and with no room to stretch her legs simply stretched them by pushing downward to what she thought was the floor. In so doing this forced the skimpy little evidence she left behind down into his mouth. Bev was startled when she saw her daughter and went along with the ruse that she fell asleep exhausted. Very quickly she found the shoe that was still positioned in his mouth and slammed her foot into it almost breaking his jaw. then searching for the other shoe she mistook the opening of his mouth and further pushed her love gift down his throat. Then finding her other shoe she delicately raised it up with the toe in the shoe and planted it squarely on his face so that the heel was directly over his eye again, then without a seconds delay slammed her her heel in it causing him to see stars and then still had to wiggle the heel violently with the heel still in his eye .His vision out of this eye was no blurred and hoped it would recover, but in a hurry to leave to prevent discovery of her indulgence she stood up with out even backing her chair and was standing full weight with her heels on his face. Her daughter spun around on his groin and had not Bev's sole of her foot been standing full weight on his mouth he might have yelled out. Bev then dismounted his face and they both left turning off the lights and locking the door. He was trapped in there until morning.
