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Trample and Facesiting Stories

by TrampleFantasy

Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Other · #1640179

Collection of any trample experience, human couch or fictional stories I found on the net

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Chapter #8

Part 3

by: und3rurh33l

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Lin cannot believe the audacity of this beautiful but absolutely terrible bitch. It is true, however, that she has the upper hand. His family depends on him for support and he cannot jeopardize his work here no matter what. Nevertheless, with so many people around it is hard enough to stay standing without getting knocked over. How can she expect him to crouch? Suddenly the woman sweeps his backpack under the seat with her foot and makes some space by pulling her legs slightly back. With the new space that she graciously provided Lin slowly squats down until he is holding himself up with his hands on the floor in front of him. A dim light shines into his face. She is holding her phone and using it to check out how he looks like discreetly. Before anyone else catches on she turns off the phone and pushed her left leg forward once again, this time stepping onto his left hand with the heel digging into the center of the back. Before he can protest he feels something hard probing his face. He manages to blurt out a slight "wha.." right before she shoves her right heel deep into his mouth. Fortunately the heel is only 4 inches long so it didn't reach the back of his throat. Still he tries to pull back only to have her grab onto his hair and hold him in place. Even though his pants have already absorbed most of the dirty snow water a little bit of it is still left on the length of the heel. His tongue is now forced to lick and savor it. Soon she rests her right leg directly on his mouth and Lin is forced to grab onto her boot with his still free right hand to ease the pain. He can feel the sandy texture of dried mud on the otherwise smooth leather surface. Pieces of it fall into his mouth. The mud that still remains on her heel is slowly mixing with his saliva and turning into real mud again, flowing down his esophagus. It tastes bitter.

The old couple seated beside Stacy seem to be sound asleep and snoring audibly. However Stacy is anything but asleep. After all, she is nailing a total stranger's hand to the floor with her heel. Her other heel is deep in his mouth. It is almost like she is turning the table and now sexually penetrating this man. She lifts up her left foot from the man's battered hand and puts it right on his shoulder. With some slight kicking she signals the man to come closer. He sits down with his legs now under the seat beside his crushed backpack, all the while still sucking on the heel in his mouth. Stacy lifts up her left foot again and forces that heel to go into the man's mouth as well. With a sudden push he now lies with his head on the floor. Both of Stacy's heels are deep in his mouth and the soles of her boots cover his eyes. The poor man is trying to hold onto the bottom of her boots with his hands. Her heels are like a genital that she has newly discovered. A genital that is reserved for the lowest scums to worship. A way for her to derive sexual gratifications from men while maintaining her purity and superiority. Before Stacy realizes it she is slowly massaging her own crotch. She is so glad that this is one of those days she decides to be naughty and not wear any panties. Under the darkness she reaches into her handbag and pulls out her vibrator egg. Soon it is buried deep in her pussy and she is vigorously stimulating her clitoris with her fingers as the toy does its work. Even though she can't really see the man, she knows he is suffering under her high heeled boots as she pleasures herself.

The motors of the train spring back to life with a deep hum. Strangely the lights do not come back on. From experience Stacy knows it will only be a few minutes before the train pulls into the station where she has to get off. The driver makes the announcement for the next station and once again starts a long winded explanation and apology for the blackout. It cannot come at a better time as Stacy feels herself building up towards climax. With a barely contained moan she leans forward and is now literally squatting on the man's face with all of her weight. Her heels are in his mouth and her boot soles are crushing down on his eyes. She can feel the man grabbing onto her boots in a desperate attempt to stabilize her and alleviate some of the weight from his face. Suddenly both of her boot soles slip from the man's closed eyes and end up on the sides of his face, crushing his hands. Stacy feels her heels slide into his mouth even further and slightly touch the floor, or rather, the back of his throat. He immediately starts gag reflex choking on her heels. Riding on this violent shaking Stacy reaches an explosive orgasm. She has to put her hand over her own mouth to stop her moaning from overcoming the sound of the most timely announcement ever. She can feel that he is retching from gagging on her heels repeatedly, but she doesn't care. This special moment is for her to enjoy and this man's well being is just not important. No, the destruction of this man's well being by her is exactly why this moment is so special and enjoyable.

Lin is also having the experience of his life. A proper near death experience. He thanks the stars that he skipped out on dinner and only ate a little bit of lunch, otherwise he might be choking to death on his own vomit right now. The angel of death on top of him lets out a deep sigh followed by a series of ecstatic convulsions. He can feel water splashing onto his abused face. The woman repositions her vagina above her legs and says matter of factly, “clean them”. A pungent liquid soon flows down her boots and into his mouth through the heels still stuck deep inside. The crowd is still in their drunken stupor and seems to take no notice at her shameless command. With great difficulty he manages to lift her entire body up slightly with his hands, freeing his tongue so he can go to work on her heels. His mouth was dry from sucking on her muddy heel before but now with her juice steadily pouring in he can once again gulp down the muddy mixture by the mouthful. The train is pulling into the station soon and Lin's nightmare is almost over. Suddenly she pulls her heels out from his mouth. Under the dim light of the far away station he can see the crazy bitch turning sideway to put her vibrator back into her handbag. In doing so she puts her right boot on his chest while the arch of her left boot is straddling his mouth. In one smooth motion she stands up on him holding onto the handrail. With her left foot being lower compared to her right most of her weight naturally shifts towards the left side. Her left heel sinks into his cheek. The pressure is so intense his mouth is forced open. She stays there for about 20 seconds as she plays with her hair and absent-mindedly checks her clothes. All the while Lin is forced to withstand the incredible pain of her boot heel drilling into his face at almost full weight. Finally she crosses her right foot over and steps off his chest. As luck would have it she carelessly lands her right heel directly on his open palm. When he makes a muffled cry she gives him a cruel wink, rocks back on her heel while lifting her left leg up behind her for a cute pose. The pain smashes into Lin like a tsunami. Just as he is about to let out his agonizing screams she steps off his hand and pushes through the crowd for the door with a series of seductive sways of her hip.

The next day the newspaper publishes an article talking about a man being seriously injured during a subway ride. The victim however attributes this to falling down while intoxicated and being accidentally trampled by the unsuspecting crowd in total darkness. No criminal charges are being laid and he is not planning to file any civil suits against the subway operator.

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