Trample Rep 6 min read

Danny always looked forward to the visit of this particular sales rep. His shyness and her confidence had meant that most businesses had gone her way, which meant more visits. He was attracted by her dominating appearance, but mostly by her feet. Danny had a hard job keeping his eyes off them.

He had always liked feet since he was young. He used to religiously watch dancers and circus performers on the tv. He was especially turned on when the women stood on the men’s shoulders and backs. In one high wire act, a man lay on the wire and a female performer walked onto his chest and pose there, he almost creamed himself there and then. He loved it but he couldn’t understand why and so withdrew into a world where he felt so alone.

The machines in the workshop chugged out the metal components as he stared out of the window waiting. The silver Vauxhall Astra drew up outside, he could see her wavy blonde, shoulder length hair and could make out her angular features. The car door opened and the first leg appeared. “The black stockings again,” he said to himself with a smile. The other leg emerged as she sat for a few seconds. Her shoes were black courts with two-inch heels. She rose to her full six foot, closed the door and walked towards Danny’s office, her black suit jacket and black knee length skirt blowing gently in the breeze.

In no time at all, she was framed in the door towering over his slight 5′ 7″ figure.

“Mr. Paul, how are you, it’s Jenny from Deeping Tools,” she extended her hand. She was in her early forties but still had youthful, playful blue eyes.

“Oh, yes I remember,” he said, trying to remain calm “take a seat in the next office I shall be with you in a moment.”

He spent the next few minutes trying to calm himself down before he went next door.

The ten-minute meeting was an ordeal in itself. She sat on the opposite side of the desk, but with her legs draped to the side so he could see her long and fulsome legs. In the end, she packed away her sales material.

“Thank you, Mr. Paul, if you could get back to me over those drills we can sort something out.” she smiled.

“Well I think you must think you can walk all over me now,” Danny exclaimed before he could stop himself “With all you sell me I may as well lay on the floor as soon as you walk in!”

Danny felt shocked at what he had just said. He looked at her, she paused, then leaned back into the chair.

“It would sure help sales if that’s all I had to do.” She said cheekily “And I do like the idea of walking over men.”

Danny caught his breath.

“It’s a pity,” she continued “that I’m so big.”

Danny saw his chance.

“You’re not that big,” he said matter of factly “You could walk over me with no problem.”

“I bet you couldn’t take my weight, Mr. Paul.” Jenny laughed.

“I take that as an insult!” exclaimed Danny in a jocular manner. He got off his chair and laid down on the cold floor. “I can take all you can give.”

Jenny laughed even louder

“OK, Mr. Paul you’ve asked for it.”

She slipped off her court shoes and stood up. Danny was laid over by a filing cabinet. Jenny walked over and stood by him. She looked up and down his body as if choosing a spot to try first. She looked into his eyes and placed her right foot on his chest. It seemed to cover the entire width of him and she rubbed the nylons into his shirt.

“Ready Mr. Paul?” she smiled.

Danny nodded. Jenny put her hand on the cabinet and put her full weight on her foot. Danny gasped as the unexpected weight pushed all the air from his lungs. Jenny placed her left foot on his stomach and equalized the weight. Danny started to regain his breath when Jenny said,

“I’ll start walking now.”

She walked in place for a few minutes, her nylon feet treading down on his chest and stomach. He let out a small groan. Jenny turned to face him still walking in place her feet covered the entire middle of his torso. She then walked, using small steps, up towards his head. When her toes were resting on his shoulders she stopped.

“Have you decided about those new drills yet Mr. Paul?” she questioned, still with a broad smile on her face.

When Danny shook his head she said, “Well I’ll carry on then.”

Jenny walked back to the center of his body, turned around, and stepped on his stomach. Luckily Danny anticipated this and tensed up, but her weight was such that he was unsure how long he would last.

Jenny turned around on his stomach.

“You are strong,” she said, “I’ll have to use another tactic.”

She took one step on his chest, used her other foot to turn his head to the side, and stepped on. Danny felt like his head was about to pop forcing his eyes closed. She stepped off after a few seconds leaving Danny to rub his head.

Suddenly Danny felt a pressure on his chest. He opened his eyes to see Jenny standing over him with her foot, now clad in her court shoes, pressing into his breast.

“Now let’s see how much of a man you are,” she said with an evil glint in her eye.

Danny looked again at the shoe. The two-inch heel felt sharper than it looked and when she stood up on him the two heels poked in like hot irons. He stifled a groan but his expression must have given him away because Jenny laughed an evil laugh.

“Go on, order those drills!”

She started walking in place, picking the heel up first and then the toe and then jabbing the toe down before leaning heavily on the heel again. The pain was so great but Danny felt strangely good. He even leaned his head forward to kiss Jenny’s shoe on the toe. She then stood on one foot placing the other on his face with the heel in his mouth. He sucked and licked that heel as the other heel threatened to perforate his stomach.

“How about now?” She asked

She took the heel out of his mouth.

“I’ll have ten.” He croaked

“Good,” she said, “I’ll need an order number for that.”

Jenny placed her foot back on his chest then, after several more minutes of trampling on the spot, stepped off.

When the necessary paperwork was done Jenny turned to leave “Thank you, Mr. Paul, it’s been a pleasure doing business with you.” She glanced down, between his legs and giggled. Danny was trying to hide the largest hard-on he had ever had. A few minutes later the Astra left and Danny was left to his thoughts. He had enjoyed what had happened, but he hurt. His body was covered in bruises. A week later he was still hurting when the phone rang.

“Hello, Mr. Paul? Hi it’s Jenny from Deeping Tools, I’m on my way over with a boring bar you might be interested in, so I’ll see you in about, ooh, half an hour.”

Danny started getting hard again.