Trampling Fetish Story: A Fetish Awakens

The beautiful brunette, with the stunning blue eyes is observing you.

She recognizes the restless look in your eyes and stress lines in your forehead and knows what you need. She can tell you need a trampling fetish experience. The woman sips her drink and slides the glass over across the bar, close to you. She slides into the stool next to you. Her name is Rebecca, Becky for short, if you’d like, she says softly. As if reading your mind, she dangles one of her shiny, black high-heels, from the tip of her foot.  Stretching it out, she moves it around, taps it in and out, against her sole. You are mesmerized and she knows she has your attention.

Becky can tell you have a foot fetish and in need of a good trampling session, from head to toe.
>You cannot remember seeing anything so sexy then those long legs, covered in black nylon, slowly rubbing up and down, exposing her feet, just enough to tease. You are sure now you have a foot fetish and maybe a shoe fetish. Will you get the chance to feel those legs above you and those tiny feet stepping all over your body? The thoughts take over and suddenly your cock stiffens in your pants and you are light-headed from this rush of ecstasy rushing through you!

Will you actually have your own trampling fetish story?

She casually touches your arm, as she leans and whispers, “We should go upstairs together.”
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As we stroll to the elevator of the grand hotel, Becky smiles and asks for my room key. She leads me and presses the button for my floor. When the door closes, she grabs my cock on the outside of my trousers and stares authoritatively into my eyes, commanding my attention.
>Her tongue begins to softly drag around my lips, just barely touching them and then she bits down, not gently on my bottom lip. I can smell and taste the lemon and vodka slightly on her breath and then, the elevator stops.  Pulling me to to my room, she takes out the key and opens the door. 

She turns on some music and starts undressing me. 

I do not fight her- I want her to have her way. I know she is everything I have been needing. Becky is the trampling fetish expert I have been searching for and I am going to surrender to her absolute control. She pushes me down on the bed, hops up, without her shoes and stands above me. At this moment, my foot fetish is completely acknowledged; I am panting and every inch of my skin is craving her to be pressed on top of me! This wasn’t going to be a basic one-night stand. Becky was going to satisfy my internal desires of giving up all control. 

Her lovely, perfectly aligned toes, red polish and a nail gem on the fourth toe are encased in black nylon. Her feet are so exhilarating and soft; my body cannot contain it’s excitement as my cock stands straight up! She whispers ” Just lie back and enjoy.”

My own trampling fetish story was actually happening! 

The anticipation was mounting as my mouth watered for Becky’s petite feet in my mouth and what they would taste like! She slowly lifts her right foot and with some pressure begins rubbing it all over my face. Eventually her tiny foot is near my mouth, where she gently opens it.  Becky gradually allows my tongue to lick and taste her nylon-covered toes and soles. I grab on to them, licking and sucking insatiably! She dives her toes all the way, into my mouth and I get a burst of salty and sweet, loving every taste. At the same time, she is gradually balancing herself on my chest with her left foot. 

The sensational pressure of her body, combined with her feet all over my face was enough to make me cum quickly. It would be the first time of many that evening. Giving in to Becky’s authority, her control and weight of her power was everything I have been aching and dreaming for!

My trampling fetish story is just beginning and also, my foot fetish. 

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