Support Part 5 7 min read

Hearing the woman’s astonishing voice, Carol spun around on my face to greet her co-worker.

She came to rest with her back to the cash register and her left heel was resting right on my left eye (it’s a good thing I had placed the plexiglass eyepieces over my eyes) and her right heel was pressing into my forehead. Her soles were mashing down the rest of my face as she stood there and greeted her friend.

“Oh, Hi, Sally”, Carol beamed. “How are you today?” I couldn’t see Sally very well with Carol’s feet mashing into my face, but she sounded kind of young.

“Not as well as you, apparently,” Sally said. “What do we have here?”

“This is my new floor mat. What do you think of it?” Carol replied.

“Oh my God, doesn’t that hurt?” Sally questioned.

“Oh, no, in fact, it feels very good. A lot better than that ole hard floor”, Carol replied.

“No, I mean him… doesn’t that hurt him?!” Sally corrected.

“Oh, I don’t know… who cares…. he’s got his job and I got mine”, Carol said as she stepped forward onto my chest. I thought my head would float away… it felt so light with the weight finally off of it. Then my face began to burn as though it were on fire and the blood flow returned to my tortured face. “All I care about is how my feet feel. And they feel great!” she said as she wriggled around some to make her point.

“Good golly! Look at his face… it’s got little heel marks all over it!” Sally exclaimed.

“Yeah, a floor mat tends to get marked up some if you walk on it. Would you like to try?” Carol offered.

“Oh Golly, are you sure it’s all right?” Sally beamed.

At this point, I got a look at Sally as she stepped into view. She was probably in her mid to late 20s, thin, and medium height with dark hair falling to her shoulders. She was lighter than Carol… probably 115 – 120 lbs. She was wearing a white blouse and blue skirt that terminated about 2 inches above her knee. Her ensemble was completed with a pair of off-black hose and blue high-heeled sling-back pumps with 3″ spike heels to match her skirt.

“Sure it’s all right. Step on up,” Carol replied as she stepped back onto my stomach and then stepped with one foot on my crotch to make more room for Sally who practically leaped up on my chest. I felt both heels dig into my chest almost at the same time.

“Wow, this is neat!” Sally exclaimed as she began to prance all around on my chest. She was like a nervous cat… her feet never stopped moving. As she pranced about I got a good look up at her flowing skirt. She was wearing pantyhose without panties. I could clearly see the imprint of her crotch hair through the sheer hose and the shape of the round globes of her ass as the material wedged tightly in the crack of her ass. I wondered what it would be like to bury my nose into that inviting crack. I felt my penis start to harden slightly under my wife’s foot.

“He’s so soft,” Sally continued, “and easy to walk on. Can I step on his face?”

“Sure. Knock yourself out.” Carol replied.

Sally didn’t even hesitate she just twisted around and stepped right up on my face with both feet and then immediately spun around to face Carol. Sally wasn’t that heavy at least not when compared to Carol or Betty, but the way she just bounced and twisted around was very hard on me. She didn’t give the slightest thought to the fact that she was prancing about on a human person. All she thought about was how much fun it was and how nice it felt. She walked back and forth from my face to my stomach and then spun around and back again. She was testing me out. Each time she twisted around on my face I wondered if she wasn’t going to break something off. And with each trip over my face, I would catch glimpses of her long shapely legs and tight ass before a shoed foot would come crashing down into my face. She walked like she normally walked on the floor and didn’t lift her feet very high so often she was sort of scuffing along. A couple of times her heels would get caught up in my shirt and nearly trip her. Once she lost her balance slightly as she was on my face and gouged her heel down the side of my cheek. But a quick stomp on the center of my face helped her regain her balance.

“Wow, this is so neat!” Sally exclaimed. “I can’t believe he lets you do this. It feels soo… good. And he’s so easy to walk on except I sometimes get caught in his shirt see here I’ve already ripped it some.” Sally then poked with her heel at a place where she had slipped earlier and ripped my shirt in the process… not to mention the big red welt she raised on my chest underneath.

“Yeah, it’s probably best if we remove his shirt,” Carol stated thoughtfully. “Here help me undo it.”

Sally stepped back on my face with both feet and squatted down and helped Carol, who was squatting down with both feet on my crotch, undo my shirt. With them standing on me they couldn’t get my shirt off… they just unbuttoned it and rolled it up over my arms on both sides baring my chest and stomach. Sally was squatting on my face with all her weight bearing down on the balls of her feet, which in turn were pressing hard on my mouth and nose, squashing both flat. Her heels were raised so that I could see past them and up her skirt to the ass that was teetering just inches above my face. In this position, her skirt had ridden up so that her entire ass was exposed to my gaze. Through the haze of the nylon pantyhose stretched across her taunt globes I could clearly see her pussy pressing against the tight nylon and her puckered asshole snuggled in the valley between the two globes of her round ass. That view seemed so inviting as she wobbled about on my face trying to keep her balance and undo my shirt at the same time. I felt my cock starting to stir and stiffen again. Carol was helping with that also as she, with all her weight concentrated on the balls of her feet, one of which was pressing solidly on my swelling member, wobbled about on me as she also tried to keep her balance while disrobing me.

“Golly, look at his chest” Sally exclaimed. “It’s got little red heel marks all over it. I’ll bet he is going to look like a well-traveled road by the end of the day.”

“Well, after a while I imagine the marks will just blend together and he will eventually look just like a red dimpled rug,” Carol reasoned. As the two women continued to wobble about on me, I dealt with the pain by concentrating on the swaying ass above my face. They continued to converse about the condition of my abused body and speculate on how long a human rug would last until it wore out, but I didn’t hear the words. I was lost in concentration… yearning to probe my tongue deep into the dancing cleft of the ass swaying inches above my face. I neared yet another orgasm. Carol must have felt my cock growing above her foot and, I am sure purposely, increased the activity of her foot pressing on my swollen member. Just as both women started to stand up I shuddered as an orgasm rocked through my nervous system. Sally probably just thought I was shuddering from the sudden transfer of weight, which was partly true, but I’m sure Carol knew exactly what was happening and delighted in this.