Have you ever fantasized about feet? Pretty young sweaty smelly feet stomping and trampling all over your naked body?

I bet you’re no stranger to trample fetish phone sex, then!

Are there a bunch of giggling squealing girls in your bizarre fetish phone sex fantasy? And what if I told you that your trampling fetish phone sex fantasy is my reality?! I bet your cock is getting hard now, thinking about your trample fetish. I found out about it by accident actually. Along with my best friends. We were at school, in the steamy locker room after cheerleading practice. We were all undressing out of our cheerleading uniforms, getting ready to for that hot stream of shower water after a long and sweaty workout. That’s when the unimaginable dirty foot fetish situation happened! This tiny pathetic loser fell out of one of the girl’s gym lockers, with his pants around his knees and his hand on his dick. We all started screaming and grabbing for our towels, trying to cover ourselves.

The dirty trample fetish phone sex perv scrambled up and his pants fell to his ankles.

As he stood there trying to hide his shame with his hands. He wouldn’t look at us, just stared at the ground. Then I realized he was staring at our feet, and he wasn’t trying to cover his dick, he was trying to rub it while he stared at our pretty young feet. I told the girls and then said, let’s get him! We all ran at him and knocked him over, grabbing our clothes, our dirty sweaty practice uniforms, and hurled them at him, along with a few humiliating insults about his little dick and pervert ways. He just lay there on the floor pulling at his cock while he tried to crawl towards us and touch our feet. We couldn’t believe it, what a foot loving freak! We screamed and laughed and jumped back out of his reach, tossing bras and panties and him and laughing at how hard his small dick was, even when we were mean to him. I was the first to go over and put my foot on his face and push it down onto the floor. He moaned and gurgled a little and we all laughed. I kicked him over onto his back with my foot and stomped down in the middle of his chest. He just stared up at me in amazement and groaned as I realized he was loving trample fetish phone sex. I lifted my foot up and paused a minute, and then laughed as I stomped his dick with my foot. He gasped for enough air to moan oh god yes. The girls and I started howling with laughter and suddenly they all ran forward, joining the trampling and stomping onslaught on him. Anywhere and everywhere a foot could squish, stomp or smash, we planted on. We soon forgot to hold our towels and just laughed and pushed each other playfully as we jumped and stepped over and on him. He just lay there, thrashing around on the floor, groaning and moaning as we indulged his trample fetish phone sex fantasy with our soft, sweaty bare feet. We finally all had enough laughing and pointing and stomping and ran off to the showers together. But that’s for another blog. *giggles* As for our freaky trample fetish phone sex stalker, we left him there on the floor, happily bleeding and bruised with a sticky dick in his hand.