Bad Day at the Office pt. 3

As 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.