Soccer girl  by poppy   After a hard session at the soccer ground

Soccer girl  by poppy   After a hard session at the soccer ground

Soccer girl

by poppy

After a hard session at the soccer ground, there was nothing that Chrissy liked

more than a nice foot massage. Having dumped her bag in the hall, she went into

her lounge, and flopped heavily into a comfy armchair. 'Hey,' she shouted, 'what

about a bit of a massage here?' There's no answer, but Chrissy already knows

this - because this massuese is trapped in a used coffee mug on the coffee table

beside her.

'Oh, I forgot,' she says, and leans over to leer down at him, 'it can't get

out.' Inside the cup, staring up terrified, is a naked little man, barely a

couple of inches high. Mockingly, Chrissy reaches out and shakes the cup,

jiggling his tiny body cruelly. She grins down on him with her mighty teeth,

before tipping the cup upside down, throwing the naked man onto the ground.

He makes to escape, screaming a small scream, but Chrissy moves her monstrous

muddy training shoe toward him, pinning him down under its great, flat expanse.

He struggles, pathetic, trying to push away the great object - Chrissy ignores

him, smacks him against her sole to shut him up. 'Now, like I said, what about a

massage?' She lifts up the other foot and pulls off her size 10 shoe to reveal a

less than perfumed foot, draped in a holy, sweaty sock. Casually she pins her

screaming victim under this one, and removes the other shoe. 'Aaaaah, just the

thing,' she says, flipping the boy onto his back with her big toe and sinking

her big sole down deep into his writhing body.

She lies back and enjoys the sensation, pressing him flat with the ball of her

foot, driving and wriggling to ease her aching muscles. However, she is

especially achy today - perhaps a little extra something... ? Having an idea,

she reaches over the armchair to grasp her trusty soccer ball. 'I think we need

a bit of curvature here,' she says, releasing the captive, turning the ball over

in her massive hands. She quickly peels both socks off, and then thumps them

down violently on either side of him, making him ball up. 'Right, if you don't

do any better this time, I'm gonna mash you to pulp.'

She picks him up, and rubs him against the sole of one upturned foot, covering

him in her sweat. Now sticky, he adheres nicely to the surface of her old ball,

his little belly and dick curved out as if to invite her attentions. She puts a

huge finger on his dick and presses threateningly.

'Now, massage good, little bug.' She puts the ball on the floor, his body

presented to her, and brings one massive bare sole down on him. The hot smell

envelopes him, and desperately, he writhes, in a mixture of terror and

obedience. She smiles and rolls him back on forth across her tired arch, his

sticking and peeling off from her pleasingly. If he stops, she brings her great

toes down on him, driving her big ugly toe into his pert little tummy, making

him squeak and struggle. She rolls him alover, back and forth, rubbing him hard

into her cracks and crevices. However, it's inevitable that he'll wear out

sooner or later, and feeling much better, Chrissy realises she has a phonecall

to make before tomorrow. She leans forward and looks at the exhausted man

dismissively.

'Don't think it's working anymore.' She pokes it, and unimpressed with the

response, leans back once more. 'Well, don't want to waste it.' She slowly

raises one foot, and brings it down with relish, engulfing the boy completely.

Pressing hard now, she smears him back and forward on the ball, squashing down

deep and roughly with her toes. Stretching all five of them out, she feels a

deep itch in her muscles, and drives down hard with her sole to eliminate it,

surging down with all her might. The boys screams are soon no longer audible as

he is crushed to a hot paste underneath her, crunching like a ripe plum. Finally

she slows, rests for a minute on his remains - then she's getting up and walking

away, ignoring the tiny object that falls from her sole as she leaves.

Soccer girl  by poppy   After a hard session at the soccer ground

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