Story Nr.3
Here now a story of a english - friend that leave here its fantasy free run.

Triple Trample

Last night I attended a wonderful Polish/Hispanic wedding reception of about150 people. It was held in a large catering hall designed to accommodate upto four receptions of about 280 people each. I was seated at a table with twoyoung girls, aged 16. They were so hot but were constantly going in and outfor cigarette breaks.Seated four tables away were three HOT young women, all aged in their earlythirties. Their names here are changed. Dawn, a very attractive woman withauburn hair, tied back in a loose swirl bun and dark brown eyes, standsaround 5-8 with a medium-large 140lb-frame well supported by nicely shapedmuscular legs. She was wearing shiny black strapless open-toed shoes with 3to 3½-inch heels, which flared slightly to tip of about 1¼-inch square andleft distinctive marks in the carpet as she swayed and thrusted sensuallynear here table seat to the music. Susan, also a brunette with dark eyes,stands around 5-7 with a medium 135lb-frame supported by well-shaped legs.She was also wearing shiny black strapless open-toed shoes but with 4 to4½-inch heels that were slightly curved and came to a point of about 1-inchsquare. They appeared to have a mutually exclusive relationship since theydanced only with each other and no one else the whole evening. I had a raginghard-on as I watched them randomly trample pieces of food that were droppedon the carpet near the dance floor. I was in a trance as I fantasized beingone of the pieces of food and those hot female feet pressing and twistingrandomly into the carpet fibers around me…then bang…all of asudden…stompfmf…over and over and over and over.Seated also at the table was Janet. She is a dark, shoulder length brunettewith dark eyes with a slight oriental appearance. She stood about 5-6 with aslender 125lb frame supported by slender but well muscle-toned legs. She waswearing shiny black pumps with 4-inch heels tapering to a ¾-inch point. Theyall were wearing tight, well fitting black dresses with a hem lines aboutfour inches above the knee and 8-inch side slits.As the bride prepared to toss her bouquet, I positioned myself with camera inhand, seated on the carpet at the edge of the dance floor behind the assemblyof about a dozen single girls hopeful of catching the prized bouquet. Beingthe tallest in the group, Dawn, Susan and Janet were in the rear of thegroup. I was not able to view the actual launching of the bouquet from thebride's hand but was instantly made aware of the event as the girls quicklymoved backwards to better position themselves in the trajectory of thebouquet. It didn't take long for me to realize just what I was in for. (LikeI didn't already know ). As I tried to broaden my exposure (still trying tolook like I wanted to escape), Dawn reached me first with the "accidental"planting of her entire left shoe on my right hand (palm up). Her heel dug inand held its place on the meat of my thumb for about five seconds as shetwisted and reached for the flying bouquet. Susan reached me a half-secondlater while descending from a jump with both of her heels onto the innerthighs of my right leg. She missed my member be only an inch! (Better lucknext time).Janet arrived with Susan but Janet had secured a tight grip on the bouquet,loosing both of her shoes in the process. Janet's feet had stopped, but thebackward movement of her body was still in motion…a one point landing buttfirst  on my stomach. Woomfh! After I caught my breath, we all had a goodlaugh and enjoyed "the ride". I apologized for being in their way. Ha ha.

Dawn didn't say anything. Perhaps she was a little pissed at me for causingher to miss the catch. Susan seemed not to be at all concerned about any painher heels may have caused. Perhaps she thought the score was now even. Janetappreciated me breaking her fall. I did too.Later, I asked Dawn if she had ever stepped on a man before. She said "notbefore tonight." I asked her if she would like to step on me. She said "areyou crazy?" I said "maybe…I just love your feet and shoes…they're sosensual-beautiful killers." Her response: "go away, you creep."Later, Dawn came over to me, apologized and said that she might be willing totest my endurance providing I could find a suitable place and (get this) Iwould be willing to have her girl-friend, Susan be with her. I assumed thatthis was for her "protection" in case I turned weird. I hemmed and hawd for abit then I agreed, nervously leading the way to one of several coat roomswhere we could have some reasonable degree of privacy.  I then lay down onthe floor on my stomach and arms extended straight over my head and the palmof both hands facing up. She asked me what I wanted her to do. I replied"you're the boss you decide, you should enjoy this too. I'll let you knowwhen I reach my limit." She then said, "let's pick up where we left off."Janet then stepped onto both hands shifting her weight back and forth andtwisting slightly to the lively music coming from one of the other receptionrooms. She danced on my hands in place for at least five minutes then slowlymoved up my arms inch by inch until she reached my shoulder. This took aboutfifteen minutes.  When Dawn was poised on my shoulder blades, she asked Susanif she wanted to join in. Dawn repeated the invitation. For Susan, itapparently seemed that this was a totally new and weird experience for her tobe witnessing. It took quite a bit coaxing for Susan to get up enough courageto step up and onto my body. Susan finally but shyly placed her left shoe onmy butt and hung onto the coat rack for balance as she placed her other shoeon my other butt cheek. With Dawn still on my shoulder blades facing Susan,Susan begins pumping side to side as if she was on a step machine. They thenheld each other's hands and again began to dance to the lively music. Dawnand Susan then steps off of me and asked me to turn over and lay on my back.I did as she asked. Dawn then told Susan to get Janet. "I think she'd enjoythis too," Dawn said. Susan then leaves and, without warning Dawn slowlyplaced her right shoe teasingly over my face. "What do you see?," she asked.I responded, "I can just barely see the lightly ridged bottom of your shoe.They're awesome. They are new for tonight, Right?" She said, "sure are" andcarefully lowered her right shoe onto my face with the heel on my foreheadand the sole placed on my cheek and tightly against the right side of mynose. She held that position for about a minute. I then felt her leg musclessuddenly and powerfully tighten to lift her body up on that foot allowing herto place the other shoe on the left side of my face in the same fashion asthe other shoe. I could feel and hear the creaking of the shoe leather as itobediently applied the entire body weight of its wearer to my face. Thepressure and pain was a little more that I expected, but it was so sensualand heavenly. I could feel every muscle in her body through her feet. Ipromised myself that I would see (and feel) this thing through.Susan then returned with Janet. They were both giggling as they approached usbehind the full rack.When Janet saw what Dawn was doing, she said "what thef--k is going on here? Are you crazy? What if you really hurt him bad?" Dawnreplied, "don't worry,

I'm being careful, besides he asked for it, he seem to like it; I know I sure do." 
Janet then looked down at me and asked me ifthat's true, "do you really enjoy having women walk all over you?" "I Loveit," I replied. "This is truly weird, I can't believe it, I guess you cancount me in too," Janet said.With that, Dawn jumped off my face onto my chest and then onto my stomach atwhich point she turned around and invited the others aboard.Janet gingerlystepped up onto my chest as Susan joined her on my upper chest, all lined upfacing me.
  The pressure was absolutely brutal but sensual and truly exotic. Iwas now supporting 275lbs of gorgeous female on me! Their heels dug into atleast three or four inches of my yielding flesh. A few times I felt severalheels punch their way between ribs, almost breaking the skin. My jaw began toache with the constant clenching of my jaw muscles. I wanted them to get offand stop but I didn't want to abort this awesome experience. Apparently itgot a little crowded so Dawn backed up onto my groin, Janet stepped off mefor a second and then turned around and proceeded to mount my face in theexact same fashion and position as she first saw Dawn. It sure didn't takelong for her to get up the courage! Susan pretty much stay in place. Sheturned one-quarter turn and moved only slightly down with one shoe on mystomach and the other foot on my chest. Someone opened a door to one of thereception rooms and the loud music echoed into the almost darkened coatroom."Let the dance begin," said Dawn. With that, 400lbs of beautiful, sensual andby now hot women began to pump their legs, shift their weight and twist thefeet in rhythm to the thundering music. The door closed and the music becamemuted but the rhythm could still be heard---and felt by my now aching,pulverized body. This lasted at least forty-five minutes. The band appearedto be on a roll and the guests probably pumped to the max. About a minuteinto this so call deep tissue massage, I felt that my bladder was almost fulland I was about to cum in my pants. Dawn apparently could feel my growinghardness and began to concentrate her movements with all her weight on theheel placed squarely on my c--k. She was getting off and getting wet with theperceived power of a man under her feet and completely under her control. Itdidn't take long for the others to also reach the same boiling point. Theywere loving it as much as I. When the music stopped for a long deservedbreak, the three women thanked me for the exercise and the fun experience,asked me if I wanted more, and if I was OK. I said,  "I think that I'll takea break" and that "I was fine, thanks." I thanked them collectively, hoping Iwould see them again some other time for an encore.  The three womendismounted and quietly left the coatroom one at a time. I remained on thefloor waiting a few minutes to collect myself. I grabbed the rack and hauledmyself up to the upright standing position. Was this a dream or what?I was grateful that the coatroom was near the front door. I quickly exitedthe coatroom and made a beeline for the door and out into the cool foggynight air.When I got home I stood naked in front of my full-length mirror in thebedroom. I slowly and carefully and with some degree of pride checked myselffrom stem to stern. I have never ever seen so many marks over so many partsof my body. The outline of hundreds of heel prints was very clear as were theridge design from the soles and heels. I stood there reliving the experienceguessing who left what print, scratch or blood spot. I stood there wonderinghow long the marks would remain, especially the ones on my forehead andcheeks (face that is). In a way, I wished that they would never fade but thenagain I would want to rerun this scenario again soon with a repaired, renewedand refreshed body.Ain't life beautiful!Footpath. My name (nickname) is Footpath. I live in Southern New England in the U.S.A.This story was taken off the net.
I am the author of this story and severalothers with the Footpath signature.
Kindly give me the credit (recognition) for being the writer.Thanks Footpath
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