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Trample Fetish Phone Sex

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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.
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Enchanting Hypnosis Phone Sex

enchanting hypnosis phone sexWelcome fetish freaks, sexy sinners, and deviant devils.

My name’s Cherry, your enchanting hypnosis phone sex Goddess.

I love all sorts of bizarre fetishes and taboo fucked up fantasies. That’s what makes me the most perfect Enchantress of your kinkiest wet dreams… or wet nightmares. Have you ever even had a wet nightmare? Because I can be sure to give you that experience in a blink of my dark and stormy gray-blue eyes. I love when my hypno toys get lost in my eyes and just can’t keep from my gaze. You’re just locked to me… forever. You’ll always be mine. I’m an experienced and talented enchanting hypnosis phone sex Mistress and I love to tease and take your nasty thoughts and turn them into one circus freak show of a sexual escapade. Everything with me is a show, but I don’t do magic tricks… Well, real magik tricks with your magic stick are what I’m all about. Your friends will say, “She cast a spell on you.” and only you and I will know that I really did. I’m more than just alluring once you’ve had a taste. I’m such a freaky fucked up hot Pimpette that I’ll have you preforming in my own side show. (wicked laugh)

How could I possibly have such control over you with only my enchanting hypnosis phone sex talk?

I guess that’s for you to find out. I have an extremely relaxing, seductive voice that will have your dick twitching as soon as you’re connected with me. It’s the voodoo that I do that will have your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Not the witch craft spell casting you’re used to. Not those uptight Salem whores. It’s a real Louisiana bred Voo Doo Goddess that will have you permanently enchanted and under my my control until death do you part.  I can be evil and wicked but I also have a special place in my twat for men with big hard cocks. I love getting fucked senseless by a big brute of a man. Tossed around, biting, blood play, extreme hardcore rough fun, you know? I think you know what kind of man I need. It’s probably not you, so I’ll be forced to use you as my puppet toy minion.

Step right up on to freaky Miss Cherry’s enchanting hypnosis phone sex extravaganza!

My bizarre phone sex emporium includes tickling fetish, teasing, torture, force feminized sissy and panty whores. Financial domination, ruination, extreme humiliation, hot freaky nasty and bizarre phone sex, forced bi, and so much more. You’d really be missing out on the freak train if you didn’t give me a ride.
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Masturbation Denial Phone Sex

Erotic denial and masturbation denial phone sex is the ultimate form of mind fucking cock control for a humilation masturbatrix.

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He woke up like any day and headed to work happy after waking up, avoiding his morning wood and driving to work. Once there he finds out that he’ll have some free time before lunch where he was able to head home to meet up with the cable guys who were fixing his internet.

On his drive, like a good cock controlled fuck toy, he called me up and talked to me while driving. I asked if he drove an automatic or stick. He said, “I drive stick.” I laughed and said, “Well, I guess right now you’ll have to play with a different stick.” This delighted me of course and I began playing with myself with my favorite magic wand. I knew him hearing my breathy moans and excitement would create an instant erection. This is exactly where I wanted him. In his car, unable to masturbate but forced to listen to me cum. I know his cock is jumping in his pants and the whole time he’s driving I’m teasing and taunting him while allowing him the aural pleasure of hearing my sweet sounds and wet pussy.

By the time he reached his house, he could see the cable guys outside, but I hadn’t finished masturbating yet. I wanted to cum… he was frantic, cock hard in his pants and while his face was flushing red, he held a finger up to let the cable men know he’d be a moment. I loved knowing that he was uncomfortable with his rock hard cock and forcing him to listen to me continue masturbating while laughing at him. I told him to touch his cock outside his pants because it would help me climax. He sounded so confused. He wanted to, but then I heard this gasp. He said with shock in his voice, “My god, there is pre-cum dripping through my pants.” I laughed at my evil masturbation denial phone sex plot and then I came. He was babbling something about not knowing what to do. I told him to use a coat to hide his erection and still teased him. His internet and the cable company were waiting for him. I sent him on his way with a hard cock, melted mind, and humiliated.

MASTURBATION DENIED! Maybe next time you’ll be able to cum, bitch boy. Your cock is all mine. I mind rape you and your cock. I’ll be happy for the rest of the day. Smiling and thinking about how he has that important work dinner and a very busy day and still, he’s not allowed to masturbate.

Mistress Allissa, your kinky coed. Call and ask for ALLISSA like a  good whimpering puppy boy begging me for your own orgasm.

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