trample fetish phone sex He was meek and timid, awkward to the point of uncomfortable. A typical campus geek, shuffling around with his nerd friends, staring at girls that would never see him. Except for that night. That night everything changed for him. Forever. That night something would happen to him that would lead him down the long twisty path of fetish and kink, dropping him off at a spot where he could make all the trample fetish phone sex calls he wanted.
It started off innocently enough. He was called to sorority row to do some tutoring for one of the houses. It happened to be the sorority that all the cheerleaders belonged too and he was a big fan of the cheerleaders. He spent a few hours prepping the girls for a math quiz they had and then excused himself to go to the restroom while everyone took a little break. After he was done in the bathroom he started to head back to the study area. He got distracted peeking into the bedrooms though and forgot the time. The girls found him in one of their rooms, kneeling in the closet jerking off while sniffing a shoe. In the shock and confusion of the moment no one really knew who the shoe belonged to and no one cared. All the girls felt equally pissed off. The charged into the room and dragged the pervert out of the bedroom and downstairs to the main living room.
They threw him down on the carpet and stood in a circle around him. The girls took their shoes off and started yelling at him, laughing and pointing and calling him names. Then they threw their shoes at him, pelting him in the nuts as often as possible with their hard sneakers, high heels, boots, slippers, whatever they had on. He lay there on the floor, wincing in pain while drooling with excitement. The girls got closer and closer, stamping their naked feet on the carpet, kicking at him. Then someone stepped on him. Then another and another and another. A hot blonde smashed her foot down on his hand, pinning it to the floor. A cute red head put her foot on his arm while a pair of twins stomped on his chest. They ripped his clothes to shreds so he was naked, smashed and smushed and pinched and kicked under their pretty feet. Some where polished and soft and perfect, others were sweaty and dirty and rough. They all ground their feet all over him, even stomping on his dick. He started jerking around and they all jumped back just in time. He came all over himself with a mighty jerking thrust in the air. They laughed and then grabbed him and pulled him to the front door. They threw him out on the front lawn, naked, dirty, bruised and sticky and laughed and shouted. The other sorority houses heard the commotion and came out to laugh at him as well. He lay there for awhile and then got up and walked across campus to his dorm, naked, messy and totally forever addicted to trample fetish phone sex. 

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