The time was 23:30. I was on the bus from work, and since it was quite late, there were only three of us in the cabin. And after 20 minutes the man left the salon, leaving only me and a lovely girl about 35 years old. She was wearing black and white sneakers, blue socks with pink inserts and dark brown nylon tights.
It was about 20 minutes until the next stop and I decided to take a desperate step – I fell at the girl’s feet and began to lick her dirty sneakers. She freaked out from this, kicked me in the face and said:
– Man, are you out of your mind? What are you doing?
– I am a slave to your feet, rag, bedding, let me lick your beautiful shoes.
– Get out of here, pervert – and kicked again in the face.
– Madam, do whatever you want with me, even trample completely, but let me clean your sneakers from the dirt with your tongue – I said, kneeling down.
She allowed, and I began to lick her shoes. I didn’t even notice how quickly time passed and when I just finished with her first sneaker, we reached the second stop. Lucky – no one came in. She took out her phone, took a picture of me and started filming the process on camera, but I didn’t care. I had one goal – to have time to lick her second sneaker before the next stop. And I dealt with it. But this was not enough for me, I began to beg her to allow me to sniff and lick her socks. She kicked me a couple of times in the face and ordered her to take off her shoes with her mouth. I obediently complied and began to sniff her socks. They smelled a lot of sweat and it was just great. An order was received to open her mouth and stick her tongue in and she began to drive her legs over it, wiping them. Suddenly she shoved one leg deep into my mouth, I could not say anything, and she also stuffed her nose with the other leg. For about a minute I was out of air, and she just laughed and said that she was streaming on Instagram.
When her socks were already licked, the girl said that she would trample on me. I just thanked her for that. The doors of the bus opened – and immediately closed, again lucky. I asked her to shove my socks into my mouth so that I would not shout, she agreed. In fact, I just wanted her to trample me in pantyhose. The lady stood on my chest and began to walk all over my body. She jumped several times, stepped on the testicles, on the eyes. And then she put on her sneakers and started beating me. I was in great pain, but the socks of this beautiful lady in my mouth did not allow me to scream, I had to endure in silence. When she noticed that she was approaching her stop, she began to violently jump over me, jumped over my neck, over the testicles. And she trampled her face as if she wanted to turn her into a cake. Before leaving, she said, “Eat my smelly socks, you bastard.” Soon I reached my stop, barely getting up after trampling, I went home, all in the tracks of her shoes. I never got her socks out of my mouth, because if the mistress said to eat them, then I must do it. After two hours of chewing, I still swallowed them, having eaten the dirt from the soles of her sneakers before that.
The next day I saw a bunch of articles with the title “A girl taught a pervert who molested her on the bus” and a photo of me beaten, licking the sole of women’s shoes.