Triple Trample 10 min read

Last night I attended a wonderful Polish/Hispanic wedding reception of about 150 people. It was held in a large catering hall designed to accommodate up to four receptions of about 280 people each. I was seated at a table with two young girls, aged 16. They were so hot but were constantly going in and out for cigarette breaks.

Seated four tables away were three HOT single women, all aged in their early thirties. Their names here are changed. Dawn, a very attractive woman with auburn hair, tied back in a loose swirl bun and dark brown eyes, stands around 5′-8″ with a medium-large 140 lb.-frame well supported by nicely shaped muscular legs. She was wearing shiny black strapless open-toed shoes with 3 to 3½-inch heels, which flared slightly to a tip of about 1¼-inch square and left distinctive marks in the carpet as she swayed and trusted sensually near her table seat to the music.

Susan, also a brunette with dark eyes, stands around 5′-7″ with a medium 135 lb.-frame supported by well-shaped legs. She was also wearing shiny black strapless open-toed shoes but with 4 to 4½-inch heels that were slightly curved and came to a point of about 1-inch square. They appeared to have a mutually exclusive relationship since they danced only with each other and no one else the whole evening. I had a raging hard-on as I watched them randomly trample pieces of food that were dropped on the carpet near the dance floor. I was in a trance as I fantasized being one of the pieces of food and those hot female feet pressing and twisting randomly into the carpet fibers around me…then bang…all of a sudden…stompfmf…over and over and over and over.

Seated also at the table was Janet. She is a dark, shoulder-length brunette with dark eyes with a slight oriental appearance. She stood about 5′-6″ with a slender 125 lb. frame supported by slender but well muscle-toned legs. She was wearing shiny black pumps with 4-inch heels tapering to a ¾-inch point. They all were wearing tight, well-fitting black dresses with hemlines about four inches above the knee and 8-inch side slits.

As the bride prepared to toss her bouquet, I positioned myself with camera in hand, seated on the carpet at the edge of the dance floor behind the assembly of about a dozen single girls hopeful of catching the prized bouquet. Being the tallest in the group, Dawn, Susan, and Janet were in the rear of the group. I was not able to view the actual launching of the bouquet from the bride’s hand but was instantly made aware of the event as the girls quickly moved back to better position themselves in the trajectory of the bouquet. It didn’t take long for me to realize just what I was in for. (Like I didn’t already know ).

As I tried to broaden my exposure (still trying to look like I wanted to escape), Dawn reached me first with the “accidental” planting of her entire left shoe on my right hand (palm up). Her heel dug in and held its place on the meat of my thumb for about five seconds as she twisted and reached for the flying bouquet. Susan reached me a half-second later while descending from a jump with both of her heels onto the inner thighs of my right leg. She missed my member be only an inch! (Better luck next time).

Janet arrived with Susan but Susan had secured a tight grip on the bouquet, losing both of her shoes in the process. Susan’s feet had stopped their movement but her body was still in backward motion…butt first towards my stomach. Woomfh! After I caught my breath, we all had a good laugh and enjoyed “the ride”. I apologized for being in their way. Haha.

Dawn didn’t say anything. Perhaps she was a little pissed at me for causing her to miss the catch. Susan seemed not to be at all concerned about any pain her heels may have caused. Perhaps she thought the score was now even. Janet appreciated me breaking her fall. I did too.

Later, I asked Dawn if she had ever stepped on a man before. She said, “not before tonight.” I asked her if she would like to step on me. She said, “are you crazy?” I said, “maybe…I just love your feet and shoes…they are so sensual–killers.” Her response: “go away, you creep.”

Later, Dawn came over to me, apologized and said that she might be willing to test my endurance providing I could find a suitable place and (get this) I would be willing to have her girl-friend, Susan be with her. I assumed that this was for her “protection” in case I turned weird. I hemmed and hawd for a bit then I agreed, nervously leading the way to one of several coat rooms where we could have some reasonable degree of privacy. I then lay down on the floor on my stomach and arms extended straight over my head and the palm of both hands facing up.

She asked me what I wanted her to do. I replied, “you’re the boss you decide, you should enjoy this too. I’ll let you know when I reach my limit.” She then said, “let’s pick up where we left off.” Janet then stepped onto both hands shifting her weight back and forth and twisting slightly to the lively music coming from one of the other reception rooms. She danced on my hands in place for at least five minutes the slowly moved up my arms inch by inch until she reached my shoulder. This took about fifteen minutes. When Dawn was poised on my shoulder blades, she asked Susan if she wanted to join in. Dawn repeated the invitation.

For Susan, it apparently seemed that this was a totally new and weird experience for her to be witnessing. It took quite a bit coaxing for Susan to get up enough courage to step up and onto my body. Susan finally but shyly placed her left shoe on my butt and hang onto the coat rack for balance as she placed her other shoe on my other cheek. With Dawn still on my shoulder blades facing Susan, Susan begins pumping side to side as if she was on a step machine. They then held each other’s hands and again began to dance to the lively music. Dawn and Susan then steps off of me and asked me to turn over and lay on my back. I did as she asked. Dawn then told Susan to get Janet. “I think she’d enjoy this too,” Dawn said.

Susan then leaves and, without warning Dawn slowly placed her right shoe teasingly over my face. “What do you see?,” she asked. I responded, “I can just barely see the ridged bottom of your shoe. They’re awesome. They are new for tonight, Right?” She said, “sure are” and carefully lowered her shoe onto my face with the heel on my forehead and the sole placed on my cheek and tightly against the right side of my nose. She held that position for about a minute. I then felt her leg muscles suddenly and powerfully tighten to lift her body up on that foot allowing her to place the other shoe on the left side of my face in the same fashion as the other shoe. I could feel and hear the creaking of the shoe leather as it obediently applied the entire body weight of its wearer. The pressure and pain was much more that I expected. But I promised myself to see (and feel) this thing through, no matter what.

Susan then returned with Janet. They were both giggling as they approached us behind the full rack. When Janet saw what Dawn was doing, she said, “what the fuck is going on here? Are you crazy? What if you really hurt him bad?” Dawn replied, “don’t worry, I’m being careful, besides he asked for it, he must like it; I sure do.” Janet then looked down at me and asked me if that’s true, “do you really enjoy having women walk all over you?” “Love it,” I replied. “This is truly weird, I can’t believe it, I guess you can count me in too.”

With that, Dawn jumped off my face onto my chest and then onto my stomach at which point she turned around and invited the others aboard. Janet gingerly stepped up onto my chest as Susan joined her on my upper chest, all lined up facing me. The pressure was absolutely brutal but sensual and truly exotic. I was now supporting 275lbs of gorgeous female on me! Their heels dug into at least three or four inches of my yielding flesh. A few times I felt several heels punch their way between ribs, almost breaking the skin. My jaw began to ache with the constant clenching of my jaw muscles. I wanted them to get off and stop but I didn’t want to abort this awesome experience.

Apparently, it got a little crowded so Dawn backed up onto my groin, Janet stepped off me for a second and then turned around and proceeded to mount my face in the exact same fashion and position as she first saw Dawn. It sure didn’t take long for her to get up the courage! Susan pretty much stay in place. She turned one-quarter turn and moved only slightly down with one shoe on my stomach and the other foot on my chest. Someone opened a door to one of the reception rooms and the loud music echoed into the almost darkened coatroom.

“Let the dance begin,” said Dawn. With that 400 lbs of beautiful, sensual and by now hot women began to pump their legs, shift their weight and twist the feet in rhythm to the thundering music. The door closed and the music became muted but the rhythm could still be heard—and felt by my now aching pulverized body. This lasted at least forty-five minutes. The band appeared to be on a roll and the guests probably pumped to the max. About a minute into this so-called deep tissue massage I felt that my bladder was almost full and I was about to cum in my pants.

Dawn apparently could feel my growing hardness and began to concentrate her movements with all her weight on the heel placed squarely on my cock. She was getting off and getting wet with the perceived power of a man completely under her control and under her feet. It didn’t take long for the others to also reach the same boiling point. They loved it as did I. When the music stopped, the three women thanked me for the exercise and the fun experience, asked me if I wanted more, and if I was OK. I said, “I think that I’ll take a break” and that, “I was fine, thanks.” I thanked them collectively, hoping I would see them again some other time for an encore. The three women dismounted and quietly left the coatroom one at a time. I remained on the floor waiting for a few minutes to collect myself. I grabbed the rack and hauled myself up to the upright standing position.

I was grateful that the coatroom was near the front door. I quickly exited the coatroom and made a beeline for the door and out into the cool foggy night air.

When I got home I stood naked in front of my full-length mirror in the bedroom. I slowly and carefully and with some degree of pride checked myself from stem to stern. I have never ever seen so many marks over so many parts of my body. The outline of hundreds of heel prints was very clear as were the ridge design from the soles and heels. I stood there reliving the experience guessing who left what print, scratch or blood spot. I stood there wondering how long the marks would remain, especially the ones on my forehead and cheeks (the face that is). In a way, I wished that they would never fade but then again I would want to rerun this scenario again soon with a repaired, renewed and refreshed body.

Ain’t life beautiful!