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HEATHER�S DATE
Heather follwed Marla and Andrea back to Marla�s house, about two blocks away. The woman had a beautiful colonial townhouse with hardwood floors. She was very sophisticated and refined, something of a snob but extremely dominant. Heather was so turned on by this woman, especially after their orgasmic encounter in the street outside.Heather was about to take off her motorcycle jacket when Marla protested. �Leave it on. I like the biker chick look�. The girls laughed and Heather showed off her shiny, black leather go-go boots. �Do you like these, too?� Marla smiled and sat on the edge of her bed, which was big and fluffy, right in the middle of what should have been the living room.
Andrea stood next to Heather and the women compared their boots. Andrea�s Frye motorcycle boots were heavy and she liked to stomp them flat on the hardwood floor.
Marla was wearing a long, flowing skirt, but slid it up enough to show off her chocolate brown leather fashion boots with the gold buckle straps. She crossed one of the soft leather boots over the other and dangled the sole seductively. �You liked licking the dead slaves off of this sole, didn�t you, Heather?�
The blonde almost fell to her knees right away, remembering all the dead, squished bodies that she ate off of that worn leather sole, and thinking about eating more of them. �You squished so many men, Goddess Marla...,� she moaned.
�I�ve probably stepped on thousands of them tonight. And guess what...?�, Marla gestured to Andrea, who opened the closet door and lifted a large, brown leather pocketbook from one of the hooks. The bag was bulging and Heather yelped with instant desire.
Andrea tossed the bag to Marla, who caught it and laughed. The beautiful woman felt her hands all over the outside of the soft, supple leather bag. It was obvious that the bulging was caused by thousands upon thousands of trapped slaves!
Heather fell to her knees and slid towards Marla, staring both at the bag and at Marla�s dangling boot. Andrea just laughed in the background, then stomped her heavy boot on the floor, �Beg for it, bitch!�
�Oh, please, Goddess Marla. Please squish those little men! I want to see them squish!�
Marla laughed and slowly lowered the bag to the floor, then undid the clasp, letting the pocketbook sit there opened. Heather wanted so desperately to look inside and see the slaves, but Marla quickly hung her bootsole over the opening.
To describe the inside of that bag would be amazing. Thousands upon thousands of tiny men, crawling over each other, living helpless, worthless lives, surrounded by the strong smell of leather, praying for the light to shine through the clasp whenever Goddess Marla allowed it. Once in a while, a giant hand would descend and lift whole clumps of them away, out of the bag, to who knows where...Often, they would hear the sounds of laughing women, stomping boots and crushing bodies. The little men prayed and prayed and now, many of their prayers were about to be answered...
When the clasp opened, they saw the giant leather sole of Marla�s fashion boot. They saw the non-skid sole of the tread, a bit worn in places, and lots of inground pulp. Then they saw the bottom of the wedge heel as the boot came in farther. It was a flat heel-bottom, though a little worn, too.
The men scrambled even more frantically than usual, as the sole and heel descended slowly.
Marla looked down at the sea of flesh and smirked. How easy the little peple would flatten and smush, all under her leather boot! Heather was moaning hysterically nearby and Andrea stomped closer, eventually putting her Frye boot right near the bag.
Marla closed her eyes and lowered her bootsole gently on top of the men. �Let�s get a nice layer of crushed men. I want their goo all over my sole�.
As she lightly pressed down, she listened to the sound of small bodies squashing. A quiet, liquid sound of oozing, flattening pulp. She kept pressing until she was sure the whole sole and heel were covered. She had only gone down into the bodies about half an inch! Marla then lifted the boot slowly upward, out of the bag.
Heather fell to her side, looking up at the dripping leather sole. Marla held the sole over Heather�s eager face, showing the young girl a close-up view. �Do you like that?�
Heather was in ecstacy at the sight. Dozens of smashed bodies, most of them unrecognizable splotches of pink and red jelly, spread out across the smooth bootsole. There was a lot of half-squished bodies, some dangling but clinging because of all the sticky goo. A few seemed like they might be moving, or twitching, but they might have simply been jiggling from the slight motion of Marla�s foot inside her boot. Heather liked the way the entire sole was covered. Not a centimeter of leather was showing, except for the arch, where it curved up to meet the heel, though a lot of crushed pulp had oozed its way in that direction. The heel bottom was also covered completely. A few nice clumps were hanging from one edge of the heel, and Heather wanted to lick them off.
Marla loved the fascination on Heather�s face. �Look even closer, Heather. Do you see anything that�s your favorite?� Heather looked very closely at the layer of intermixed pulp, and found a pair of slave�s bodies, almost recognizable, smushed together and flattened near the very center of the sole. She instinctively licked the small clump with the tip of her anxious tongue, loving the sweet taste of squished slave-goo. Heather ran one hand down over the front panel of her soft leather skirt and moaned.
Andrea slid her black leather motorcycle boot up under Heather�s skirt, probing the young girl�s panties with the squared-off toe. This drove the blonde Heather crazy. She screamed out for more then licked the bottom of Marla�s overhanging boot-heel quickly, tasting and swallowing every bit of crushed pulp she could.
Heather opened her mouth wide and sucked the entire wedge of the heel hard. Marla liked looking down at the beautiful girl sucking her boot-heel. Andrea laughed as she used her heavy boot-toe to drive Heather into further orgasm.
This went on for a few minutes, until Heather started heaving with orgasms. Marla slipped her wedge-heel out of the begging girl�s mouth and flatly placed the pulp-covered sole on her open lips instead. �Eat all of those squished things. I want a clean sole�.
Heather was screaming with passion as she frantically licked the clumps of tiny flattened bodies from the worn leather. She digested the worthess, gooey things so fast she could barely breathe. There were so many flattened bits of male pulp that, when she licked some off, she discovered more underneath!
Eventually, however, she was able to expose some of the leather sole.
Just for fun, Andrea reached her hand deep into the bag herself, and pulled out as many little men as she could hold. Dozens and dozens of soft, pink bodies squirmed in her palm. The little men looked up at the cuff of the Goddess� leather jacket sleeve, up past her leather covered arm, towards her gorgeous face. They only had a few seconds to see Goddess Andrea�s face because they were quickly taken down to the woman�s giant black leather boot. They saw the huge, gleaming shaft of the boot, then were taken down past the gold buckle on the boot ankle, then plunged into darkness as Andrea took them all under Heather�s skirt.
Andrea carefully let the little men spill out on top of her boot-toe, the same toe that was gently prodding Heather�s panties, right over her throbbing clit. A lot of the men spilled off the toe and fell around, all over the moist fabric of the panties. Heather screamed with desire as she felt the tiny things wriggling around where the square toe was pressing. She imagined, in her delirium, that the tiny men were in absolute heaven, being trapped under her leather skirt, being so close to her passion, ready to smear.
Andrea kept poking her boot-toe over Heather�s clit, smiling as she felt many of the little men accidentally get caught under the boot and squashed. Soon, there was a nice layer of soft goo soaking into the panties. Combined with Heather�s orgasmic juices, the slave-pulp made her panties absolutely wet.
Under the front flap of Goddess Heather�s leather skirt, the scene would be even more amazing to describe. Dozens of tiny, trapped men....unable to see anything, but surrounded by the strong smell of leather, and crushing bodies. They scrambled on top of the boot-toe, until they slipped off, fell into the drenched material below, and eventually were pulled under the same boot-toe, smeared into paste, and added to the juice.
Heather was panting so hard, she must have climaxed a thirty times. Marla kept her half-cleaned sole on top of the girls� mouth, and stepped her other fashion boot into the leather bag. Once again, she pressed the sole down slowly, listening to the quiet crunching of male bodies. This time, she immersed her sole and heel about two inches deep, hoping to get even more goo.
When she withdrew her boot, Marla was pleased to see a wet, dripping mess of crushed male bodies, barely clinging to the sole. Some of the clumps dripped and splattered back into the bag. Marla slid the other sole off of Heather�s mouth, then hung the new, dripping sole over her begging lips.
It was too much. Heather was feeling little men being squashed into her panties by the sharp toe of Andrea�s boot, while staring at hundreds of splattered, smushed and flattened men clinging to the sole of Marla�s fashion boot. There were so many bodies, so many mushed together, many of them hanging in beads of pulp, like stretched-out chewing gum. The girl climaxed so hard she was in pain!