Foot Fetishist Nurse
2020·25 min·93% liked·26.4K Views
Cherry purses her painted lips and waves that chart like she’s about to read your death sentence—except the only thing dying is your self-control. “Bad news, champ,” she says, popping the clipboard against one hip. “Diagnosis: terminal case of the hornies.”
She kicks the stool aside and plants her bare sole on your lap, five toes curling like they’re already bored of waiting. “Only cure’s the full-contact regimen. Tongue first, everything else second.”
The foot slides up, arch rolling against denim, heel nudging until cotton gives way and you spring free. Cherry smirks down like she’s just won a bet.
“See? Already hard—textbook symptom.”
Her scrubs drop in a whisper of fabric, and you’re staring straight at slick, shaved lips framed by that crisp white waistband. She spins, bending at the sink so the valley above parts and her puckered little hole winks like it’s waving hello. The fluorescent light slides over sweat-glistened skin; it looks almost too smooth to be real.
“Worship starts at the toes,” she instructs, lifting one foot again, dangling it just out of reach. “Kiss. Lick. Thank me for the privilege.”
You lean in, mouth open, and the taste is salt and lotion, toes flexing against your tongue while the toe ring clicks softly against your teeth. Her other heel hooks behind your neck, dragging you forward until your nose brushes the warm crease between thigh and cheek. She shifts her hips, offering the puffy folds first—wet, tangy, unmistakable—before tilting again so that tighter, darker ring replaces it.
“Back and forth,” Cherry orders, voice dropping half an octave. “Pussy. Asshole. Good boy.”
Each pass earns a quiet moan from her and another kick of your pulse. The light overhead buzzes. Somewhere a tray of instruments rattles when she braces a palm against it, knuckles whitening. She smells like antiseptic and want; the two mingle until you can’t tell which stings more.
“Diagnosis confirmed,” she pants, heel pressing the back of your skull. “Prognosis: you’re fucked. But at least the treatment’s tasty.”













