My crush fetish fantasy

I work as a secretary for a popular law firm. It’s right on the main st between a florist and an empty building. Main st runs right along side a very beautiful, very dangerous river. The Lost River .There are signs posted along side the river. Warning signs of the dangerous current, and rip tides. There’s two bridges that cross the Lost River. On the other side it’s beautiful there’s three mountains but only the biggest one is visible. The woods and vegetation are so think it’s easy to get lost. I’ve heard rumors of strange creatures washing up decomposed, and unrecognizable. Scary noises have been heard, as well as something big that’s been seen running through the woods a path of trees collapsing, knocking over, just destroyed in its wake. But those are just rumors passed around by the homeless, drunks, prostitutes, the people who are up and out at times they shouldn’t be. There’s this one homeless woman. She’s older looks to me to be over 80. They say she’s a witch. She’s almost completely blind. I’ve seen her arguing with herself. She used to have a physic shop next door to the law firm. They say she used to be very popular, she was setting up apts for 8 months out. Sometimes she would take other things as payment in lieu of cash. She was very respected and highly regarded in the community. That was until her customers started disappearing with out a trace. After a few months, the community started to notice that most of the missing people all had one thing in common. They were all people who frequented her shop. The investigation started with the police and eventually the FBI got involved. She lost everything. No one wanted to go to her. The town was scared, they all shunned her. Even though nothing was ever found. The cases remain open to this day. This was 36 six years ago. The town still shuns her. A lot of old timers swear she hasn’t aged. Most people avoid her. I’ve seen people walk across the street, instead of walking past. I’ve also seen people who weren’t paying attention, until she’s holding her cup out to them. Shaking it so you can hear the coins inside. She doesn’t ask out loud, but just stares at them, holding out her cup. Those people usually search for change and money to give her. I personally don’t believe the rumors. I feel bad for her. I usually stop at the coffee shop on my way to work. It’s a half a mile walk to work but I don’t mind. I always grab two coffees and 2 of whatever catches my eye that day. Today there’s were big beautiful blueberry muffins. I order 2, and the 2 coffees. She was sitting at the end of the small ally way, between the law firm and her old shop. She was sitting Indian style with her cup between her legs. As I got closer I noticed she was sleeping up against the firm. I walked up and put the coffee next to her. I held out the blueberry muffin. In a quiet soothing voice, I said, “ hey, how are you doing today?” She opened her eyes, and straightened up. She looked straight into my eyes and I couldn’t look away. You could tell her eyes were once this beautiful impossible blue color. Now they’re mostly white with cataracts only a small amount of blue could still be seen in her right eye. I felt like I could look away, I was frozen to the spot holding the muffin out. I began to feel pressure, intense pressure. Like gravity was becoming unbearable. I fell down to the side walk and rolled onto my back. The pressure increases and I can’t move at all my eyes are shut. Every sensitive part of me felt amazing. I was laying on the side walk with my eyes closed, unable to move, barely breathing. I was cuming uncontrollably. My entire pussy, my asshole, my 38DDD breasts, my neck, my ears, all experiencing such pleasure I never thought possible. It was too much, it just kept going I couldn’t handle it anymore. Then it was over. I was laying on the ground breathing heavy. I felt so good, and so exhausted .like I just spent hours at the gym. When I opened my eyes I rolled onto my side to look at her. It was the first time I’ve seen her smile. “What?! My god what was that?” I asked. Her smile deepened. For the first time she spoke to me. She said “ I prefer tea.” She picked up the muffin I had dropped. “Thank you for your kindness.” That night after I went to bed it happened again. My eyes were closed I was almost asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’ve had a crush fetish since I can remember. I figured if I can’t sleep, might as well get off. I stripped down to just my little lacy black and red thong. I put my fingers into the little pocket part of my panties. Using three fingers, I started to apply pressure on my clit. I began rubbing it harder and faster in an up and down slightly circular motion. I was imagining being shrunk down to the size of a large beetle. I was in the back dressing room of a strip club. There were seven of the hottest strippers I’ve ever seen. The brunette who was closest to me was applying pink lipstick in the mirror. She was sitting on a simple metal stool with a round top. She was topless with most likely DDs. She was wearing crotch less fishnets with no panties. She was fully shaved with one of the nicest pussys ive ever seen. When I finally got down to her feet she was wearing size ten silver heels they were open toed the tip was like an x, there was a strap around her ankle. The heel was 4 inches high and thicker. There was rhinestones on the x by her toes. Her feet were flawless. Her nails and toes had been professionally done. They were acrylic, clear with white tips. On both her big toes were fuchsia pink stars. I was so turned on. All I could think about was her heels coming at me in slow motion before completely crushing me with her full weight. She was checking her appearance. She smacked her lips, made a kiss for her reflection, turned her head left then right, and ran her fingers through her long beautiful brown hair. Her hair when down to the middle of her back. She had straight hair but it was wavy at the bottom. She was grabbing handfuls of her hair and scrunching it to make the bottoms curlier. As she grabbed her perfume I ran over to the right side of her and tried to guess where her shoes would land when she got of the stool. The door was to the right. As I was laying down on my back, she sprayedWe her Perfume on a wrist, rubbed it against the other, dabbed both her neck and ankles. She put the bottle back, turned to the on the stool to the right and stood up. The bottom of her heels were black with horizontal lines very close together. I was right in the middle under the front part on her heels. At first I had a great view of that tasty pussy . It was blocked out very quickly by the bottom of her left heel. I could feel my self just give completely to her foot. It sounded exactly like crushing a big beetle. My entire pussy, asshole, breasts neck and ears all experienced the most intense orgasm. I’ve never cum like that in my entire life. The music was so loud, she didn’t hear it. I was crushed flat underneath her heel stuck in a full body orgasm. As she lifted her heel for another step I was stuck to the bottom. As soon as her heel was in the air, I wasn’t crushed anymore. The pleasure was gone, replaced with an adrenaline rush. The air was rushing past me, like a nice blast of cold air from a fan in the summer. It was amazing. With her step she took crushed me. Over and over again. She was speed walking, she made a beeline for the bar. When she was standing at the bar talking to a sexy blond with huge tits. I my entire body was crushed. I was flattened under her weight. I was stuck in a full body orgasm. I could feel my cum starting to drip out. I knew when I’d take my panties off later there would cum on them, a nice little clear mess in my panties that I would lick off later. They just kept talking, she was complaining that her boyfriend doesn’t like going down on her, or really any kind of fore play. The longer she stood there, the more unbearable it became. I couldn’t stop coming, it felt so good I couldn’t stand it any longer. Every time she shifted her weight, I would come harder. The more I listened to them talking, I realized that the blonde was clearly hitting on her. I was just thinking of how hot it would be if they fucked with me stuck to her heels, especially if she didn’t take them off. She took a few more steps, crunch, crunch, crunch. Then she sat down at the bar she lifted her left leg over her right. I could hear the sound of the blondes heels striking the floor. She was walking around the bar towards us. I couldn’t see her, just hear the click click click of her heels. I could hear her whisper “Tommy came by earlier, he tipped me with some bomb ass white girl. I’m going on break. I switched the line up , you’re not going on for another half hour or so. Come to the back room with me.” Then the click click click as she walked away. Oh my god I’m so turned on right now..... to be continued.... only if you want more....