Month: January 2019

Caught out at the Movies part 1 4.8 (6)

This entry is part 1 of 2 in the series Caught out at the Movies

A story about a thief in a movie theatre

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

John could be classed as a typical teenager. It’s just, he was never that big. At 14 years of age, he still hadn’t reached the five-foot mark which was strange, to say the least for an African. John was not overly bothered about this problem however as he could put this to good use.

John firmly believed that any possible way of getting his hands on other peoples money was perfectly alright providing he never got caught and his latest little scam was working a treat. Allow me to explain. Continue reading “Caught out at the Movies part 1 4.8 (6)“

Miss Taylor Starts her New Job 4.5 (13)

A story about a secretary hired to dominate her boss

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I knew this was no ordinary office. The dress code alone was a tip-off as were the outrageous salaries. But I’d been desperate for a job any job that would allow me to stay in the city to be independent of the demands from which I’d yearned for so very long to escape. They’d conducted oodles of interviews and hours of testing and finally said my psych profile was ideal for it. Whatever that meant.

I was nervous the first day on the job but determined to brazen it out. Little did I suspect what I would be made to endure that first day. The secretaries were all stunning but it was something other than perfect features or perfect bodies that accounted for that. I’d never seen such an assortment of short skirts and low-cut blouses in a professional setting. Even more so I’d never seen people look so happy to be at work on a Monday morning.

No one spoke to me except to say good morning. They all smiled and nodded politely. There was a measure of vitality that was starkly different than all the other offices I’d worked in over the years. I’d been shown to my desk and told to have a seat there until the boss called me in. I’d met him briefly a couple of times in my second and third interviews after the long batteries of brain-picking tests. He’d struck me as average – average height dark and swarthy average build tending to lean if anything. His demeanor was anything but average. Continue reading “Miss Taylor Starts her New Job 4.5 (13)“

Three Tramples 4.1 (17)

A female author remembers multiple quick trample opportunities from her past

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

This happened on a school camp that I attended when I was about 15. We’d all been for a bit of a hike and at the end of it we all sat or lay down to rest. There were four boys lying flat on their backs right in the trail back down the way we had come. They were talking to each other and basically just relaxing. I was chatting to two of my friends as I watched them, I knew all of the boys as they were in the same years as me at school. I whispered to my friends to follow me, and getting up I walked down the track.

Quickly placing one foot on the stomach of the first boy I stepped up and walked over to the second boy, and from him onto the third, and then finally onto the fourth. There was no real protests, just a few comments like “hey” and “what the …” I looked back to see one of my girlfriends had followed me step for step, but when she got to the third boy he grabbed her foot causing her to fall on top of them. They started to wrestle with her and trying to hold her down, so I dashed back and actually managed to stand on one boy’s shoulder and another’s leg as I helped her get up. We scuffled around for a while, with me treading on every body part I could find, finally someone’s head presented itself, so I stepped full on his face, squashing his nose flat, as I climbed up over the heap of people. There were four of them so it was no contest really, but it was a great trample opp.

Continue reading “Three Tramples 4.1 (17)“

Party Trample 4.2 (17)

A female author remembers trampling of drunken mate

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

For those who are interested, I am 6″1″, slim build with size 10 shoe, which makes it hard to find dainty feminine footwear. I usually wear flatties, since I don’t like appearing taller than what I am, I’m too tall as it is. I’ve never trampled on anyone while wearing high heels, or hard soled shoes. normally it’s bare feet or sneakers.

This particular trample took place at a party during my teen years. It was a typical teen party where everyone had to much to drink. It was dark as the lights had been turned down. One of the guys, a really smart arse by the name of Dirk, had drunk too much and had passed out, face down on the floor half under a table. He was so out of it he didn’t know what was going on. As I watched, another girl walking past him accidentally tripped on his outstretched leg and stepped on his thigh. She nearly fell, but recovered and actually kicked him in the leg before she went on, but he didn’t notice. Dirk was one of these obnoxious loud guys who thought he was God’s gift to women. He was always touchy feely with all the girls but didn’t realize he was just a creep.

I walked over to the table, which was holding snack food. Reaching for some of the food I put my left foot square on his back, I could feel his shoulder blade under the soft sole of my sneaker. He didn’t move, so I stepped up with my full weight and stood on his back with both feet close together. Even that didn’t rouse him. I moved down the table a bit by shuffling my feet along so that my right foot was pressing down on his butt. Finally, I picked up something from the table and twisting my feet on his back. I stepped forward with the toes of my right foot actually resting on his cheek, he was lying with his head on one side. As I stepped off my full weight pressed down on the side of his face. His head was actually lying in a shaft of light from an open doorway, and looking back I could see the zig zag print my sneaker sole had left on his face. I remember thinking that it would be good if he still had it on his face the next day when he looked in the mirror. That gave me an idea. Continue reading “Party Trample 4.2 (17)“

Work Trample 4 (16)

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Sometimes I had to engineer a trample situation. When I worked as a receptionist the computer occasionally stuffed up. The other guy who worked in the office would fix it, but sometimes if the cords pulled out he would either pull the desk out from the wall or lie on the floor to sort them out. It depended on how much stuff was on the desk I think. The cords were so loose that I could push them out with my feet.

One morning I pushed the cords out and waited for Dave to find the printer had stuffed up. Another girl, Shiela, had come up from the warehouse to use the printer, and she found it didn’t work. This day I was wearing a blouse, a short blue skirt and black flats. Shiela was wearing a check shirt, jeans and white sneakers. Continue reading “Work Trample 4 (16)“

My First Stranger Trample 3.9 (11)

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I like trampling, mainly barefoot trample but flats are good. I had two older brothers who I can remember trampling on from an early age, I think I was about six when I first remember enjoying it. They were bigger so didn’t seem to mind.

It was at school when I did my first trample on someone I didn’t really know. It was a lunch break and some of the kids were playing cricket on the field. I had been to netball and was still wearing my netball skirt and my basketball sneakers. The skirts were sort of short black skirts, worn with a white t-shirt, and the sneakers were high top blue with white soles. If I’d known what was going to happen I might have taken my sneakers of beforehand, but it was a sudden opportunity. Continue reading “My First Stranger Trample 3.9 (11)“

True Trample Experiences in Tanning Saloon 4.5 (12)

written by Juiced1000
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Its been awhile since I’ve written anything so I thought I’d post some stories of real experiences I’ve had recently. A quick background, me and my girlfriend opened a clips site.

This has been a great excuse to recruit hot girls and have them trample and crush things. Anyways… I met this girl in my tanning salon, she’s 22 years old, a college girl who’s about 5’7″ and a good 140lbs. We started talking and I mentioned my website, she was instantly interested. She asked what the girls do and I told them that they trample me, front and back.

Well she agreed to do a shoot, I asked her “how about a trial run and see if you got what it takes?” with a quick little smile she said sure. We went back into my massage room and I laid on the table face down, she kicked off her flat, black sandals and without hesitation hopped up and stood on my back. “Does this hurt?” she asked, “Not at all, it feels great.” “Where can I go?” “Hey you’re on top, you’re in control, I’m just laying here,” with that she began to walk up and down my back. She placed her foot on my head and pressed down a little, “Does that feel good too?” “Yup.” Then she started to press down on my head harder. Before I knew it she was standing full weight on the side of my head. I could feel myself sinking into the firm massage table. I could smell the slight scent of sweat on her warm soles. She twisted her foot back and forth to test my pain tolerance. Continue reading “True Trample Experiences in Tanning Saloon 4.5 (12)“

Trample Set Up 3.8 (12)

A woman remembers when she helped out to stage an unknown trampling of a friend

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

This was a staged trample set up by one of my former boyfriends. One of his friends had told him of his fantasy to be trampled unknowingly by a woman, so he told him how to go about it. All he had to do was to lie at the bottom of a set of steps that led down from the house to the basement garage.

He covered himself with an old roll of carpet, which extended up the steps, over his stomach and chest, and along the floor. He then concealed his head with a cardboard box which had the side cut out so he could see, and his legs were covered with some old sacks.

My boyfriend was working on a car in the basement and his ploy was to call out for me to come down, and then ask me to go back and get him a drink. Now since this was my boyfriends home and I’d been there many times, of course, I would notice a thing like a guy lying under a carpet at the foot of the stairs, so unbeknown to my trample victim I was in on the plan. I was wearing a white top, light blue jeans and white sneakers. Continue reading “Trample Set Up 3.8 (12)“

Gym Trample 3.6 (11)

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

This is a technique I thought of while working at the gym as an aerobics instructor. When a new guy comes in for a workout programme many of them are quite soft and flabby, but it only takes a matter of weeks for them to harden up. The problem is because the change happens slowly it is difficult for many of them to see the difference. What I sometimes do is get them to lie on their backs and then I step on their stomach with one foot, full weight. Continue reading “Gym Trample 3.6 (11)“

Stranger Trample 3.9 (10)

A girl remembers her first time trampling a stranger

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

This was one of my first tramples on total strangers where I began to think that maybe some guys liked being trampled on. We were all on a ferry heading back from a resort island that we’d spent the day on. It was about nine at night so it was dark, and the ferry was crowded with people, mainly young like me and my friends.

At the front of the ferry, a number of guys were sitting down on the benches or on the floor. One guy had his back against the end of a bench and his legs stretched out along the inside of the rail of the ferry. Although it was dark there was enough light to see his legs, as it was cold he was wearing jeans and a sweater. I was wearing jeans too, plus a sweater and a jersey, plus my well worn white sneakers of course. I walked up to the rail and looked at the view, pretending not to see him. Continue reading “Stranger Trample 3.9 (10)“