A Stinky Solution to Erectile Dysfunction
I stared at the clock in anticipation, my heart racing as the hands inched closer to the time for Mel's arrival. My dick was already aching with desire, and not just because of my erectile dysfunction. Barefoot Mel, the nurse who would be taking care of me today, had been recommended to me by another patient who swore by her unique approach to treatment.
The doorbell finally rang, and I hurried to open it, my eyes immediately drawn to her bare feet. Mel was unlike any nurse I had seen before - she wore her blonde hair in a messy bun, and her blue scrubs fit her like a second skin. But it was her feet that truly captivated me.
"Hi, I'm Mel," she said with a warm smile, holding out her hand for me to shake. "Please, come in."
I stepped aside and let her in, my gaze following the sway of her hips as she walked past me into the living room. She set down her medical bag and turned to face me, her lips curving into a playful smile.
"I've read through your chart," she began, her voice low and seductive, "and I think I have a better treatment for your issue. But it's going to be our little secret, okay?"
My heart raced even faster as I nodded eagerly, unable to tear my eyes away from her feet. She slipped off her flats and crawled onto the massage table, her bare soles pointing up at the ceiling.
"Take off your pants," she commanded, her voice still low and seductive. I did as she said, my dick already straining against my boxers. She placed her hands on her hips, studying me with a predatory grin.
"Now, lie down on the table and breathe in deeply through your nose," she instructed. I did as she said, my cock twitching with anticipation as the scent of her feet wafted up to me. It was a distinctly unpleasant odor, but somehow it turned me on even more.
Mel crawled over to me, her stinky soles grazing against my skin as she positioned herself above my face. "Breathe in," she whispered, her warm breath against my lips. I inhaled deeply, my nostrils filling with the pungent scent of her feet.
As I took in the scent, my dick grew harder and harder beneath my boxers. Mel reached down and tugged at my pants, her fingers brushing against my bare skin. I gasped as she pulled my cock free from my clothes, her stinky feet inches from my face.
She began stroking my dick, her fingers sliding effortlessly over the supple skin of my cock. At the same time, she pressed her stinky soles into my face, grinding them against my cheeks. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but moan in pleasure.
"That's it," she murmured, her breath warm against my ear. "Let go and let me take care of you."
I gave in to the sensations, arching my back and thrusting my hips up towards her hands. Her fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as she continued to stroke my cock. I could feel the familiar tingling in my balls, the precursor to an imminent orgasm.
And then it hit me, harder than any orgasm I'd ever experienced. My entire body shook with the force of it, my cock pulsing and throbbing in Mel's hands. She kept stroking my dick, her fingers relentless as they milked every last drop of cum from my balls.
Finally, the orgasm subsided, leaving me weak and spent. Mel crawled off the table and stood up, her stinky feet pointed at the ceiling once again. She reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of socks, slipping them onto her feet before turning to face me.
"I'll be back next week," she said, her smile warm and inviting. "And don't worry, we'll keep this between us."
As she left, I couldn't help but wonder how I'd ever been able to function without Barefoot Mel's unique brand of care. And I couldn't wait to see her again.
