Commodus
08-24-2002, 5:52 AM
...continued.
The day after we met again. We ended on the bed, I've been naked, she only in her brown leather ankle high shoes on lightbrown heavy'n'harsh plastic sole, rather smooth but dusty (she wore them at work). I like this specific aroma of plastic and dust of dirty shoes. I could lick them clean if she would let me, but I know I would feel like a complete freak. I also like the footprints they leave on white bedcloth - fortunately she has no problem with it.
Ok, so we're spread on the bed, then she stands up (like always I had to ask her for trampling), steps up and leaps on my groin. Do you ever tried to imagine, how different feeling it could be if she use different shoes? I can't believe conventional sex could offer such a wide spectrum of sensations as shoe trampling! (what doesn't mean I don't like sex; it's just like if you try to compare alfaromeo sport car with volvo bus - both are formally cars but each of them is for different purpose). This time shoes were heavier, with much harder and less ellastic sole than those leather sandals. With cutting-sharp edges. :) She made unknowingly little damage to my skin (no blood of course, but sth like a little hemorrhage just under the skin surface - I don't know how is 'krwiak' in English, sorry). Beautiful shoe tread impressions, a few shoeprints on my chest, stomach, pelvis and thighs, these little marks I mentioned above on penis' and balls's skin.
I got really excited and little crazy, so I shot a proposal. I've kneeled in front of the chair with soft cushion on the seat and spread my organ ontop of it. She was little nervous, but she didn't hesitate when I asked her to step directly on my dick. She changed her shoes to scholl sandals, stepped up on the bed then on the seat. Then she used instep to press light in the middle of the length of the banana. I was little scared the pressure would squish it flat like a tomato, though it was hard enough. So I've positioned her foot really carefully before she started to apply her weight. Soles of her sandals are rather ellastic, so most of pressure went to the chair, but it was intense feeling anyway. Finally she stood full weight one foot instep on my cock! She slowly moved her other foot then placed it squarely on the very tip... applied pressure... raised up the second foot... INCREDIBLE! Remember: the soles were rather thin and ellastic, so most of the pressure drifted off to the chair. I asked Iza to use her heel now. She put her foot on the dick again, this time placing the heel exactly on top of base of my muscle. She transferred her weight tiptoes, raised the other foot, then slowly lowered her heel, raised ball up... No words for this wonderful feeling. She stood nearly motionless and I've observed as she moved her heel a little to keep ballance and crushed the instrument. Have you ever seen garden hose flattened by the girl's shoe? The view was similiar. But the hose has no feelings. What the pity for poor hose! :D
Iza started loosing balance and twisted her foot placing it on the heel edge. Awww! Pure extasy! (there was no pain in it, just a ...pressure'n'pleasure) She quickly placed other heel on dick's tip and started to march on her heels! Any new second brought acme extasy, next one raised it over my expectations! Now she bumped on her heels! WhooooAaaa! I started to cum but then she placed back edge of the heel just across the tip, stood on it full weight, bounced and jumped high up landing directly on the bed. What the thrust! My seed jetted from my abruptly released firehose with such strength all the seed plopped on the opposite wall. There was no even smallest drop on the chair's cushion! I swear it reached the speed of sound.
Iza seemed unaware of what happend, and surprisingly she was not satisfied yet. She took off her sandals and put the brown shoes we started before on the feet. She stepped on the chair again and trampled my little sore dick with insteps, tiptoes and heels. These shoes had much less ellastic soles, so every time she could put her whole weight precisely on my dick, not supporting to the cushion. Now she went to new idea. She placed her foot not across, but along my organ, heel to the base and toes to the tip. As it was stabilized by harsh fabric of the cushion, now she could easier maintain her position. She stood still for the moment, lost ballance while my dick slipped aside, tried again then kept one leg standing for more then a minute. She started to repeatedly transfer her weight to heel and toes, moved the foot to the sides so the pipe rolled under the sole but haven't slipped away. Hmmm... I've been nearly ready for next blow that time. She leaped hard a few times and unexpectedly jumped off to the floor. She ordered me to stay then... you wouldn't believe it... changed her shoes again! When I saw what she have had chosen, I've begun little terrified.
Iza doesn't like any kind of running shoes, I can not convince her to buy ones, but she practises a rock climbing and has some kind of football shoes for this purpose. They have spikes on the sole, but spikes are thick, soft rubber and there are few of them. Although they are well rounded and worn out, but they still are deep and scary! Once again she jumped on the bed (what a beautiful footprints from the mud!), then literally hopped both feet across my poor bastard! Oh, thank the God there's no bone in this part of men's body, 'cos this mighty punch would crush it to dust. Feeling... I can't describe it. She started marching again, heels, toes, hard and unflexible instep, sole edges, across and along, heel on the tip... Believe me, it was almost too much for me. 'Twas like I was in Heaven. I was sore (exactly: one particular part of my body, now fully extended, rock hard and nearly straightened from it's natural bow), but in extasy. Once again on higher, much higher level than I've experienced a moment before.
Iza dismounted and once more headed to the shoebox! She picked a pair of black leather cute little sandals with closed toes and heel and narrow strap around the ankle. Oh, one detail: 2 inch block heel and thick plastic sole with deep tread carvings. But now she used different technique. She went back on top of my cock, stood on it along one leg then started to change her shoes. She put her other foot on my shoulder allowing me to kiss her foot, ankle and calf, and lick the shoe. But now she stood with heel on exposed tip, I felt every spike of the sole.
As you exactly know, it's difference between you stand one leg holding sth to stabilize position, and you stand one leg trying to untie kinked shoelace, bend to half and unstable. She rocked her foot like crazy trying to keep balance, brutally squashing my cock with those sadistic spikes. Well, they were not such hard as I expected, they yield a little, but effectively prevented my dick from slipping out from under the sole even during the worst banking. My element was squished, squashed, crushed, flattened, pinned and nearly torn out. Surprisingly there still was not only no blood, but also no pain. Ya know: I'm not a masochist, I don't like pain. There was nullo of it. Mayhap because my dick is really of good consistency and/or Iza is not very heavy. Anyway, I was little sore, but in heaven.
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The day after we met again. We ended on the bed, I've been naked, she only in her brown leather ankle high shoes on lightbrown heavy'n'harsh plastic sole, rather smooth but dusty (she wore them at work). I like this specific aroma of plastic and dust of dirty shoes. I could lick them clean if she would let me, but I know I would feel like a complete freak. I also like the footprints they leave on white bedcloth - fortunately she has no problem with it.
Ok, so we're spread on the bed, then she stands up (like always I had to ask her for trampling), steps up and leaps on my groin. Do you ever tried to imagine, how different feeling it could be if she use different shoes? I can't believe conventional sex could offer such a wide spectrum of sensations as shoe trampling! (what doesn't mean I don't like sex; it's just like if you try to compare alfaromeo sport car with volvo bus - both are formally cars but each of them is for different purpose). This time shoes were heavier, with much harder and less ellastic sole than those leather sandals. With cutting-sharp edges. :) She made unknowingly little damage to my skin (no blood of course, but sth like a little hemorrhage just under the skin surface - I don't know how is 'krwiak' in English, sorry). Beautiful shoe tread impressions, a few shoeprints on my chest, stomach, pelvis and thighs, these little marks I mentioned above on penis' and balls's skin.
I got really excited and little crazy, so I shot a proposal. I've kneeled in front of the chair with soft cushion on the seat and spread my organ ontop of it. She was little nervous, but she didn't hesitate when I asked her to step directly on my dick. She changed her shoes to scholl sandals, stepped up on the bed then on the seat. Then she used instep to press light in the middle of the length of the banana. I was little scared the pressure would squish it flat like a tomato, though it was hard enough. So I've positioned her foot really carefully before she started to apply her weight. Soles of her sandals are rather ellastic, so most of pressure went to the chair, but it was intense feeling anyway. Finally she stood full weight one foot instep on my cock! She slowly moved her other foot then placed it squarely on the very tip... applied pressure... raised up the second foot... INCREDIBLE! Remember: the soles were rather thin and ellastic, so most of the pressure drifted off to the chair. I asked Iza to use her heel now. She put her foot on the dick again, this time placing the heel exactly on top of base of my muscle. She transferred her weight tiptoes, raised the other foot, then slowly lowered her heel, raised ball up... No words for this wonderful feeling. She stood nearly motionless and I've observed as she moved her heel a little to keep ballance and crushed the instrument. Have you ever seen garden hose flattened by the girl's shoe? The view was similiar. But the hose has no feelings. What the pity for poor hose! :D
Iza started loosing balance and twisted her foot placing it on the heel edge. Awww! Pure extasy! (there was no pain in it, just a ...pressure'n'pleasure) She quickly placed other heel on dick's tip and started to march on her heels! Any new second brought acme extasy, next one raised it over my expectations! Now she bumped on her heels! WhooooAaaa! I started to cum but then she placed back edge of the heel just across the tip, stood on it full weight, bounced and jumped high up landing directly on the bed. What the thrust! My seed jetted from my abruptly released firehose with such strength all the seed plopped on the opposite wall. There was no even smallest drop on the chair's cushion! I swear it reached the speed of sound.
Iza seemed unaware of what happend, and surprisingly she was not satisfied yet. She took off her sandals and put the brown shoes we started before on the feet. She stepped on the chair again and trampled my little sore dick with insteps, tiptoes and heels. These shoes had much less ellastic soles, so every time she could put her whole weight precisely on my dick, not supporting to the cushion. Now she went to new idea. She placed her foot not across, but along my organ, heel to the base and toes to the tip. As it was stabilized by harsh fabric of the cushion, now she could easier maintain her position. She stood still for the moment, lost ballance while my dick slipped aside, tried again then kept one leg standing for more then a minute. She started to repeatedly transfer her weight to heel and toes, moved the foot to the sides so the pipe rolled under the sole but haven't slipped away. Hmmm... I've been nearly ready for next blow that time. She leaped hard a few times and unexpectedly jumped off to the floor. She ordered me to stay then... you wouldn't believe it... changed her shoes again! When I saw what she have had chosen, I've begun little terrified.
Iza doesn't like any kind of running shoes, I can not convince her to buy ones, but she practises a rock climbing and has some kind of football shoes for this purpose. They have spikes on the sole, but spikes are thick, soft rubber and there are few of them. Although they are well rounded and worn out, but they still are deep and scary! Once again she jumped on the bed (what a beautiful footprints from the mud!), then literally hopped both feet across my poor bastard! Oh, thank the God there's no bone in this part of men's body, 'cos this mighty punch would crush it to dust. Feeling... I can't describe it. She started marching again, heels, toes, hard and unflexible instep, sole edges, across and along, heel on the tip... Believe me, it was almost too much for me. 'Twas like I was in Heaven. I was sore (exactly: one particular part of my body, now fully extended, rock hard and nearly straightened from it's natural bow), but in extasy. Once again on higher, much higher level than I've experienced a moment before.
Iza dismounted and once more headed to the shoebox! She picked a pair of black leather cute little sandals with closed toes and heel and narrow strap around the ankle. Oh, one detail: 2 inch block heel and thick plastic sole with deep tread carvings. But now she used different technique. She went back on top of my cock, stood on it along one leg then started to change her shoes. She put her other foot on my shoulder allowing me to kiss her foot, ankle and calf, and lick the shoe. But now she stood with heel on exposed tip, I felt every spike of the sole.
As you exactly know, it's difference between you stand one leg holding sth to stabilize position, and you stand one leg trying to untie kinked shoelace, bend to half and unstable. She rocked her foot like crazy trying to keep balance, brutally squashing my cock with those sadistic spikes. Well, they were not such hard as I expected, they yield a little, but effectively prevented my dick from slipping out from under the sole even during the worst banking. My element was squished, squashed, crushed, flattened, pinned and nearly torn out. Surprisingly there still was not only no blood, but also no pain. Ya know: I'm not a masochist, I don't like pain. There was nullo of it. Mayhap because my dick is really of good consistency and/or Iza is not very heavy. Anyway, I was little sore, but in heaven.
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