Wrestling with a Foot Fetish

Wrestling Meet Foot Fetish

Foot fetish wrestling isn’t something that most wrestling fans come in contact with, but here we are.

I’ve been a wrestling fan since I was a girl. I loved the crazy story lines, the high flying moves and all of their bright costumes. As I got older, my love of wrestling morphed into watching big, buff, sexy men like The Rock, Roman Reigns, and Drew McIntyre oiled up and rolling around to show off their muscles.

I never thought that there would be a day where I would find myself wrestling with a foot fetish.

Wrestling School Gone Wild

My wrestling fetish led me to apply for a spot at an underground wrestling school that specializes in helping people who have a wrestling fetish grapple with their kink with like-minded people. Think of it as a swingers club for people who want to throw their partners around before fucking them. Because it is so wresting fetish focused, I didn’t think that foot fetish would be the kind of thing I would run into here.

I love wrestling in general, but I especially love mixed gender wrestling. I love being able to use my wrestling moves to pummel a guy down to the ground, get him in the face buster, and force them to eat my pussy until they tap out.

Wrestling Fetish Meets Foot Fetish

Today in wrestling school I had a match against Fred. Fred is a tall guy with a thin wiry frame. I wasn’t intimidated by his size. I may only be 5 ft tall, but I am much stronger than I look and have bested more than a few guys bigger than me in the ring.

The bell rang and the match started. From the outset, Fred was coming at me with take down moves. Going for my legs and feet. I was able to out maneuver Fred for a bit, but eventually he was able to use his long arms to get my legs out from under me. Landing me flat on my back.

Fred grabbed my legs as he stood over me. I braced myself to be flipped over into a figure four leg lock, but instead Fred lifted my foot up to his face and took a deep inhale of my sweaty bare foot. That was when I realized that Fred has a foot fetish.

Beating Fred

I was able to use Fred’s foot fetish against him. Taking advantage of the fact that he was preoccupied with sniffing the sole of my foot to break his hold on my legs. Fred reached out for me again but I was able to roll out of his way before knocking the wind out him with a spear.

My spear took Fred by surprise. He was laying on the mat flat on his back trying to get his bearings. I walked over to Fred and spread his legs wide. I could feel his body tense as he prepared for me to put him into a leg lock.

Instead, I crushed Fred’s balls with my tiny size 5.5 feet. Like the star of a giantess story. Fred’s face turned red as I crushed his balls under my foot. And I could feel his cock stiffening in his shorts. Slowly, I walked up the length of Fred’s wiry frame. I could only hope that Fred was ready to add crushing to his foot fetish.

By the time I was standing on his chest, Fred had pulled out his cock and began to jerk off. I stepped off of Fred’s chest and put my foot on his face. The heel of my foot on his chin, my toes curled and gripping his nose.

Fred stuck out his tongue and began licking the sole of my foot. As he worked his tongue between my toes, I could hear Fred Cum. Thick ropes of cum landing hard on the wrestling mat as Fred tapped out to his foot fetish orgasm.

I walked out of the ring victorious. Knowing that Fred and his foot fetish were no match for my wrestling skills. Now that I’m leaving the ring victorious, it may be time to reward myself by smoking fetish.

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