Leaf Man Part 5 7 min read

Cortney is now standing on me by digging her two thin sharp heels powerfully into the small of my back. I did not see her come at me.

She must have walked around from the rear.

Now that she stands completely on me, I feel Cortney’s five-foot five-inch frame force her two pointy heels to dig in wonderfully and painfully deep into my back, while between her boot’s soles, the air is quickly being crushed out of my lungs as I lose the fight to support Cortney’s total body weight.

At first, I can’t even take a small breath. I try to brace myself against Cortney’s innocently standing on me, her heels probe into me like knives.

Her bootsoles aid in the total pain package as her crushing weight squeezes almost the last breath of air from my lungs.

I quickly try to pull my hand out from under Donna Anne’s firm boot’s sole. But it’s all in vain as Donna’s has my hand under her vise-like grip. Cortney’s’ boots feel like sledgehammers as she moves her feet drilling her heels down on my back.

I grit and bear it, as the woman I know in real life tries to find a comfortable place to stand on. I know she thinks is just a pile of soft leaves. My dick bangs hard on cold hard ground under me. Just in time for me, Donna Anne then peals her brown boot’s heavy standing sole’s off of my hand and steps forward to look for the bus.

I leave my numb hand in place since some of the wet leaves have clung to the bottom of Donna Anne’s damp leather sole.

I can now see my exposed muddied hand from my position.

I hope no one else can. But then I am saved.

Donna Anne then quickly steps around and back on me, to place her familiar big boot’s square-shaped box toes kicking it alongside my stomach. She then makes a backward step and places one of her tapered heels, firmly down on my leaf hidden left arm.

Her boot heel, now perched up on my arm. Her cowgirl boot heel is massaging a throbbing open nerve. The pain is wonderful, as Cortney and Donna Anne continue to stand on me, as they now face each other and begin to talk.

Cortney now starts to tap down with one boot extended so that one of her sharp thin heels just poke into my back as if she still thinks they were on the soft pile of leaves. Her black slender boot heels act like daggers every time she kicks down on them at the bottom of her smooth strong shapely legs. I then hear a more angry conversation above me as I struggle to keep a breath in my lungs.

“That fucking bastard! That fucking manipulator!”
“He ruined my Saturday!”

Then Donna Ann asks: “How did he do that?”

Cortney then talks in a very loud tone, almost yelling again.

“I had other things to do but I cleared them away so I could spend the whole day with him! Then that sick lying bastard stood me up.”

Cortney’s thigh and leg muscles rippled down with the thud of her heel as my body stops her stomp into the small of my back. Cortney’s powerful left side of her body and foot mash down on me. Her tight muscular frame wounds me deeply.

“I’ll never do that again with that sick, lying, fucking, bastard!!”
Cortney then kick’s her leg still harder down with her slim boot heel.

“He should have called me like he was supposed to if he was a real man! He’s like the piece of slime my heels are sinking into.”

Cortney then twists her boots high heel again into my soft back.
Cortney then stomped down again. “Oh, he made me so mad!”

I’m seeing stars and blinding pain with every stomp of her powerful leg and thigh muscles. The women talk above me more, but I don’t hear them as well.

As time progresses, I don’t feel much of her heels pain anymore. I try to enjoy the warmth of their presence on me to the fullest. Her tight little body, as the dispassionate stance of her feet, press her impersonal, cold heels down on me again and again.

Cortney’s heels pound down atop me. If she only knew, another of her boyfriends lay underneath her, face down on the cold, damp, ground. She would really let me have it.

I know soon these ladies will walk away and the feeling of their presence on me will be gone. I try to hold back the time and enjoy every moment of their biting perfumed crushing presence on me.

Already the scene around me starts to change. I’m still in pure joy as Cortney is just standing firmly, and so still on me. Her heels don’t seem to hurt as much as before. I try to make my back more rigid to get even more shooting pain from Cortney’s smaller-sized, but angry stepping feet.

Donna Anne’s stance on my arm and hand have made it numb, as I still watch her firmly loaded foot’s boot mash my arm as I try again to smell her thick-looking suede boot up so close on me.

I now see some other women that for weeks, I longed to get under their feet, but not have been able to get close to.

These other women now come into view are two wonderful stylish looking women, Maria and Cynthia.

It’s too bad that I can’t do anything to get to them now. I’ll have to just settle for the joy of Cortney and Donna Anne who continue applying their fancy footwork on me. I now have so much to be thankful for.

The total delight that these two exciting women who are wearing so seductive looking footwear and they are using me at the bottom of their feet. Then even more people start gathering around me before the arrival of the seven o’clock bus.

As I stare at the feet of Maria and Cynthia, who often come walking to the bus stop together.

These women are executive office workers. Maria and Cynthia, who are friends, that work in the same offices, are smartly chicly dressed. These Italian girls look formidable and ready to stomp down on anybody who gets in their way up the corporate ladder. Let alone on the city street.

I would love for them to walk blindly with their stomping, sharp kicking heels all over me!

Maria and Cynthia also wear very expensive-looking clothing. They have on magnificent, painful-looking spike-heeled shoes. Maria usually wears two-piece suits made of heavy wool. Her shoes are not cheap plastic, but made with real leather soles have shiny leather on the bottom of her soles with two spiky looking three and half-inch black high heels.

They must have a sexy smell about them if I can ever get close enough to them to experience it. Maria’s heel shafts are very thin, with the back portion a gleaming metallic color. Maria’s shoes, if she ever walked on me would do me some real damage.

Cortney looks on approvingly at the women’s outfits and smiles at them.

They see Donna Anne and walk over to her and ask if she has seen any of the other neighborhood girls. They walk up so close to me, right in front of my face, as they come to a stop, their sharp heels grate on the sidewalk. This is great. I never thought I would be able to see these two stunning-looking women up so close.

It’s so good that these other women are standing on me since they seem to be attracting all the right-looking women to come by as well.

Maria and Cynthia now park their feet right in front of my face, as they wait for the bus. Slowly they start to step even closer toward me.

They now engage Cortney and Donna Anne in conversation, as they step up, even closer to Donna Anne.

Then Maria and Cynthia press their sharp-pointed toes up close to my unseen face.