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Bad Day at the Office pt. 3
🕑 Added 2023-02-22 01:44:04 +0000 UTCAs Miss Beverley continued to scold him he found it difficult to maintain eye to eye contact with her as his eyes refused to divert from the antics her toes were playing with his upper denture under her desk. With only minimum pressure on them he knew first they were safe from being smashed and secondly they were going to taste a lot different when they finally got back into his mouth. He even wondered if he would even want them back in there until he remembered how expensive they were. He would worry about that later as he attempted to keep track of what she was saying. She had now changed the subject a little and began to tell him how busy she was and the rest of the ladies and as the one and only male in the office he needed to pull his weight and help the rest of her staff in every way possible. She now began to complain about how sticky the floor was especially in front of the copier and wanted him to roll up the expensive Persian throw rug she had between the door and the front of her desk, before she had to have each of the ladies in there to discuss there performance appraisals. He eagerly agreed hoping to begin to get back on her good side and immediately backed up and as he was bending over he got slammed in the rear with the door to her office which had been closed for the privacy of the his "chewing out." He instantly was now prone on the white rug he was supposed to be rolling up, but managed to twist around in time to see his "attacker" step up on his leg. She was younger than the any of the rest of the staff and she was wearing a very dressy set of boots with 3 inch heels. They were muddy and damp from the parking lot outside after this morning's storm. She immediately started talking concerning the same topic as being discussed while Bev was on the phone a few minutes ago and he recognized that this must be her daughter, Amanda. Because of the sudden interruption, Bev was distracted from the fact that he was still in her office as Amanda continued to complain about how the weather was against her and might ruin her favorite pair of party shoes as she had agreed for her date to meet her in the lobby of her Mom's office. As she was complaining about the mud puddles she had to ford across she was unconsciously wiping her feet all over him, which of course as she tried she had needed to set her purse down, she was right up to the edge of the desk and thus standing on what he began to think was the office door mat otherwise none as his face as she continued to grind her soles on his mouth, nose, and eyes. It probably would not have made a difference as she probably would of forced her way anyway, but he voluntarily opened his mouth and began to clean the grime off her boots. He hoped she would appreciate his efforts as she used his gums to scale off the mud and stuff off of each boot. It almost seemed that she was aware of his presence as she the other boot found its way down in to his throat as well. Meanwhile Bev had put her shoes back on and was also busy grinding the grit off her soles on his teeth as well. Out of the corner of his eye he managed to see that Bev had eventually kicked his now formerly pink denture out from beneath her desk. Good he thought as it was finally out of harms way until Mandy had dismounted and used the space where his teeth were as her landing spot off his head and now was standing full weight on his upper teeth. She continued to turn and ground his precious plastic into the beautiful white Persian rug and started out the door when Bev stopped her and asked her to start sending the ladies in for their performance appraisals as she had to get them all done this evening. Finally his enameled ware reappeared out from under her heel and he feared that they may have been cracked as they yielded under the strain of Mandy's sexy heels. Instead of getting off the floor and out of harms way as he was now finally free to do so he reached out for his teeth until Bev had decided at that minute to stretch her legs and extended them so that the heel of each foot was now pinning his right arm to the floor as she rocked them back and forth stretching them and also digging them deeply into his flesh. Fortunately this torture didn't last long as she retracted them back under her desk, but it was already too late as the first of his coworkers, Dawn, had just stepped on his groin and the other 28 ladies were all lined up behind her. He knew his fate for the next 2 hours as raised his head up slightly and saw the sea of legs lined up behind Dawn just waiting there patiently to trample him into the floor. No wonder Bev wanted her costly rug out of the harms way. Just the wear and tear of 29 sets of heels pulverizing her dear carpet would be enough, but add in the fact that many of them were still sticky with his macerated lunch the combination would destroy the valuable runner. This view was brought to an end as Dawn placed her right foot on his neck forcing his head back down and her left heel on his forehead. The legs were parted just far enough to afford him some lovely scenery as could spot a slim sliver of green on the top of her magnificently shaped legs. Mean while Jamie had stepped up and was trying to annihilate the tent pole that had emerged while Dawn was displaying her intimate elements. He found out quickly that first he had ample time to clean each sole and each heel as the ladies pounded them into his mouth. Bev was an extraordinary individual to work for as she showered each of her girls with admiration and showed extreme tolerances for the same routine things she traditionally admonished him with. Each lady had approximately 4 minutes of compliments while they were positioned on his mug and then they would have to step down and sign the evaluation form. Naturally his teeth supported this function as well as they all managed to position themselves on his denture. After all 30 women had finished with them he no longer worried about what they tasted or smelled like, only if they were going survive the encounters in one piece. He endured almost 2 hours of this grinding, pounding, scuffing torment, but also at the same time had enjoyed all of the sexy poses his coworkers had just provided him. As the line neared to an end Frances was busy with her heel in his throat and he felt a much firmer pressure on his manhood than with any of the prior ladies and guessed it had to be Shelly. He couldn't tell for sure as Frances kept his eyes covered with her soles but he remembered that Shelly had not participated in this crush fest yet. His little soldier had already discharged his weapon 5 or 6 times with the constant inspiration above his face and the continual massaging down there. The poor soldier was extremely reluctant, but Shelly had managed to revive him as 4 minutes of her shuffling around on top of him awakened the little monster again. Now with Frances perched on his teeth he saw a big smile grow on Shelly's lips as she looked down at him or the bottom edge of the desk. He wasn't sure what she was looking at and wasn't sure if he was the reason for her smile or just the long awaited pleasant contact with Bev. He quickly figured it was the later as a 200 pound heel landed on the base of his chin. His chin could not support this sudden weight and he felt his chin shifting and then her heel sliding off and burying itself deep into his neck. Not only was this extremely painful it was also cutting off his air. The adrenalin surge caused by her sexy towering legs first massaging his groin and no his lips while providing an eyeful for him made him forget about the pain and made him concentrate on breathing. Being the last, Bev was relaxed and spent more time chit chatting which solved one problem as Shelly hooked a heel in his mouth and popped off one heel and then hooked the 2nd heel in his right eye and popped off the 2nd heel. Although trembling as her heel invaded his eye he could at least breath now, but just as before her foot perfume was incredible as he again marveled that such an attractive lady could have feet this aromatic. For the next 10 minutes his every breath was flavored through her toes as she rubbed her foot sweat firmly into his cheeks, lips, and nose. Getting used to her pong, she began fishing with her toes deep into his mouth - horrible taste, but a fantastic view. His facial massage was now over as she gathered her heels with her toes and carefully positioning each of them over his mouth nose and forehead she jammed her foot in the toe of the shoe and wiggled it around until they sealed up her feet inside the leather encasements. Then as she stepped down, his dentures still performed their newly acquired function as the new office step down as they disappeared under the sole of her right shoe. As her left foot came up and lightly caressed the calf of her right leg he again was alarmed at just how much torture his mouthpiece could take as he watched her right foot continue to slowly grind anything under it mercilessly. Shelly was apparently more friendly with Bev than he realized as the two continued with their small talk. Then as she shifted forward a little her heel was now perched on top of the center of his teeth. Again he imagined his dentures yelling out a cry for help as her 1/4" X 1/2" heel was no supporting all of Shelly's 200 pounds. He was surprised that she kept could keep stable with the one heel precariously balanced on the arched plastic. He was good with math and physics and quickly calculated that there was now 1600 psi focused on the top of his plastic arch and marveled at the compressive strength that he owed the Roman Empire as he watched her force his teeth deep into the rug and perhaps beyond. He was relieved when she finally took her foot off and without thinking it through totally. His fingers sprang into motion to rescue his denture, maybe he was thinking that if that anything that little piece of plastic could take his fingers could too. Whatever the case it was now going to be put to the test as in a quick second he now saw her heel on the middle of the base of his index and it was rapidly crushing it with pain he hadn't ever imagined. He did imagine however that her heel was going to amputate his finger right before his eyes. Oh he was so thankful this test lasted only a few seconds as she again shifted back and now the "comfortable' sole of her foot squashed his fingers until they turned numb. He guessed that was a good thing as the pain was becoming a memory and if she had cracked a bone she was now setting it back in place. He wondered just how much pain he would be in when the numbness went away and was perfectly content with her to remain standing on his hand as long as she wanted. He heard Bev had confide in her that she felt the need to watch the office personnel a little more as she felt that a certain individual was taking advantage of her good nature and spending too much time away from his desk. He guessed that she couldn't have made herself more obvious at who she was gunning for and was amazed that she still completely forgot his presence there at their feet. He then heard Shelly offer up the simple solution of moving her desk closer to the door and her Bev ask sweetly if she would help do it now before leaving. Shelly sweetly agreed and now his hand was finally free. He tried to get up by raising himself up on his right arm, but because the hand was numb he slipped and fell back. Meanwhile Shelly and Bev had moved to either side of the desk and were now covering him up with Miss Beverly's huge oak desk. How could they not see him? How could they ignore him, especially when he was struggling at their feet trying to get out of harms way? These questions were a pointless exercise as he now owned a bug's eye view of the underneath world of Miss Beverly's desk. His eyes were adjusting to the shadows when he felt a piercing heel on his member. It was too light too be Shelly and figured Bev must be walking around the front of the desk. When she stepped off it was immediately replaced with a much heavier one causing him to buckle slightly as Shelly followed Bev where ever she was going. He heard Shelly's heavier steps click down the hall, and then he felt Bev's familiar weight back up on his groin as she came around and re-assumed her position in the chair that towered over his head.
