Bad Day at The Office pt. 4

Shelly 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.