Support Part 4 6 min read

The sudden release of pressure as Carol stepped down from my face was most welcome, but it didn’t last long.

Betty’s feet immediately replaced Carol’s on my face as she stepped up with first one foot and then the other and stood on my face while she busied herself with the cash register. She stood with her sharp spike heels digging into my chin and her soles mashing down my forehead and eyes. As soon as she got on my face she acted as though she had completely forgotten that she was in fact standing on a human face. She just stood there going about her business completely oblivious to the suffering I had to endure as her unrelenting feet pressing on my face pushed my head deeper into the urethane mold. Sometimes she would twist her feet around a little or shift her weight from one foot to the other. After a bit, she actually transferred almost all of her weight to her left foot while she raised her right foot up onto her heel and then began twisting her spike heel into my chin. As her moving foot uncovered my eye I could catch glimpses up her long legs, past her stocking tops, to her panty crotch. I could swear I saw a damp spot there.

Then I felt Carol step directly on my hardening member and press it tight up against my belly with the sole of her shoe. She stepped up onto my crotch and stood with one foot on my crotch and one foot on my belly as she busied herself with something on the counter. Now I had two women standing on me. Neither one was showing any notice of me at all. Betty was standing fairly still on my face. I could feel her shifting her weight some, but generally, she was just standing there… her feet constantly pressing into my face. Carol, on the other hand, was moving around a lot. She wasn’t walking, but she was constantly shifting her weight around as she did whatever she was doing at the counter. I think she was folding a big pile of clothes that was there… probably returns or something. Whatever it was the foot on my member was in constant motion. First pressing, then twisting, then easing up, then pressing again, and so on. Every now and again she would squat down and press all her weight onto the ball of her foot, then back up again. Surely she could feel how hard I was becoming. Even though I was in a lot of pain, I knew I was about to explode.

I noticed that Betty had begun a rhythmic twisting of one foot on my face. She stood with most of her weight on one foot and continuously twisted the other foot on my face as though she were crushing out a cigarette or crushing a bug. Between twists, I could see up under her skirt… the wet spot in her panties was definitely getting bigger! I was in ecstasy and agony all at the same time. Suddenly my whole body shuddered as I experienced what may have been the biggest orgasm ever.

I’m sure both Betty and Carol could feel the shudders that coursed through my body. In any event, Betty, having completed the check on the cash register decided it was time to move on. She twisted around on my face, cracking my nose in the process, and stepped on my chest.

“I’ll see you later,” she promised, and then stepped down off of me and walked away, her heels clicking on the floor as she moved on.

Carol stepped up onto my chest and looked at my ruined and flushed face. “Well, I see you are beginning to like your new job. That’s good because I’ve decided I like this a lot. We’re going to do this for quite some time,” she said. She then pulled a paper towel off of a roll she got from under the counter and gave it to me. “Here,” she said, “You better mop up, or people will see that spreading wet spot on your crotch and think you’ve been having a good time.”

With that, she twisted around and stepped down off of me, and headed off to another area of the store. With trembling hands, I pushed the paper towel down into the waistband of my jeans and tried to clean up some. As my heart rate slowed and I settled down the pain began to mount, especially in my face. It felt raw and burned. The dimples on my chin where Betty’s sharp spike heels had dug in were starting to throb and blood returned to the area. My nose was also throbbing where Betty had stepped on it and then twisted around. I lay there wondering what I had gotten myself into.

I didn’t get too much of a chance to wonder very long before I heard a pair of footsteps approach from the other side of the counter. Carol must have noticed also because she suddenly appeared from the other direction and hurried over and stepped right up on my chest. She paid me no mind at all as she busied herself with the customer… a lady from the sound of it. Carol moved around a little on me as she took care of the lady’s purchases. They conversed about nothing in particular… you know… “Did you find everything”… “Oh yes, I guess so”… “Oh this is a lovely color… and etc. as Carol removed tags and hangers and such and folded items. The whole time I just lay there and watched her heels sink into my chest. At one point she started to take a step and her heel caught on the button seam of my shirt, and she started to lose her balance, but she stomped her foot down hard on my upper chest and regained her balance. Then she gave me another good stomp as if to say it was my fault. After a bit, she walked over my stomach and stepped right on my, now soft, member, and transferred all her weight to the ball of that foot and she squatted down to search under the counter for a paper bag. It was all I could do to keep from crying out. Carol finally retrieved a bag from under the counter and straightened up and twisted her foot on my crotch and walked back up to my body all the way to my face. This she stood on with both feet as she has rung up the purchases on the cash register. She was standing in almost the same spot that Betty had vacated earlier only each time she has rung up an item she would twist to the side to pick up the item from the counter and put it in the bag and twist back to face the cash register and ring up the next item. Her feet weren’t twisting a lot, but the nearly constant movement was driving me crazy as she tortured my already sore face. Finally, Carol finished and just stood sideways on my face with her heels digging into my left cheek while one foot crushed my mouth and the other was right over my forehead and eyes. Just as the customer walked off I heard…

“Oh my God! It’s true! You really are standing on him! And his face yet! Oh, my God, I didn’t believe it!” some female voice gushed as I heard footsteps approaching from behind the counter.