Nurse Isabellas Foot Treatment

I'd been in the hospital for three days when she arrived.

My reasons for being there were, suffice it to say, more than a little embarrassing. But if you're going to understand how incredible she was, you need to know the truth.

I couldn't get it up.

For years, I had been dealing with erectile dysfunction, and try as I might, nothing helped. No matter how much porn I watched, whatever pills or snake oil bullshit I swallowed, nothing helped. Even the few women kind enough to sleep with me couldn't get my cock to grow, and they left just as disappointed as I was.

I was desperate for help, which is what led me to the hospital.

The doctors I'd spoken with were sympathetic to my plight, but none of them thought there was much they could do for me. They talked about therapy, surgery, and a bunch of other things that didn't sound too fun but I was willing to do whatever it took. They ran tests, took samples, and told me they would see what happened once they got results, but to not get my hopes up.

So I didn't. I just lay there, sad and nervous and just all around desperate.

Then she arrived.

It was four in the afternoon, and I'd been in my room alone most of the day, more than a little anxious and worried that they wouldn't be able to do anything to help me and I'd have to go through the rest of my life unable to get it up.

I heard her before I saw her. The tapping of her heels on the tiled floor of the hallway leading up to my room was hard to miss. As was her voice.

"Hello there," a lovely sing-song of voice with a slight English accent greeted me, and I gazed over at the door to see who had spoken.

And my eyes nearly popped out of my skull.

She was gorgeous. Long brown hair past her shoulders, beautiful blue eyes, red lips, and perfect breasts whose tops could just slightly be seen beneath her white nurse's uniform. And legs- legs for days, covered in silky white stockings that dove-tailed into a pair of shiny red heels. She looked like she'd stepped out of a porn film, but her credentials and clipboard showed she was indeed legit.

"Hi," I finally managed to muster even as my jaw threatened to drop.

With a smile- one which was as beautiful as the rest of her, she stepped into the room and over to my bed. "I'm Isabella. I was called in to be your nurse for the time being."

I'd met a few nurses since I'd been there, and while they'd all been nice, none of them were like Isabella. All I could do was nod.

"I'm a specialist. So don't you worry, I'm going to take good care of you. Now then, let's check your chart."

She began skimming through the clipboard with a serious look on her face. All the while, my eyes were drawn to her legs. Those nylons looked incredible on her, and the heels, though a little odd for a hospital setting, just added to their effect.

"Aww," she said with a slight giggle, "It says here you're a bit of a softie."

I was beyond embarrassed, but there wasn't much I could do to deny it. That was why I was here after all, even if this gorgeous woman now knew about my... condition.

It seemed Isabella could tell I was embarrassed, seeing as she smiled at me kindly. "Now now, don't worry. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Anyhow, I'm here to help."

"How?" I asked, truly curious, seeing how the doctors I'd spoken to didn't seem to think there was anything they could do for me.

Nurse Isabella thought differently.

"As I said, I'm a specialist, and I work in a very unique kind of therapy. As of now, I have a one-hundred-percent success rate, and I highly doubt you will be the one to change that. First, though, I'll need you to sign this."

She handed me the clipboard, even as I wondered just what sort of therapy she could have in mind. "What is it?"

The lovely nurse smiled. "Just a waiver. It says if the therapy doesn't work you won't sue."

That sounded fair but did little to answer my question. "Is it dangerous?"

Isabella shook her head. "Not at all. I take good care of my patients."

There was something about her, about her voice, that made me want to trust her. Besides, at this point, what did I have to lose?

I signed.

"Excellent," Isabella said, putting the clipboard down and locking the door. "Now, let's begin."

At first, I wasn't sure what she was going to do. She walked around to the head of the bed and started to stretch a little- bending over, holding out her leg, and so on. I admit it was quite a sight, especially as her uniform began to ride up, giving me a great view of her rather lovely-looking ass.

After a few minutes of this, she looked back at me. "That was just to get a bit of a base reading. Is your cock hard at all?"

In my stupor of watching her, I hadn't even thought about my cock. Before I could answer, Isabella pulled the blanket off me, and we could both see that beneath my flimsy hospital gown, my cock was not erect in the slightest.

"Interesting. Let's continue then."

Raising her right leg, Isabella rested it on the bed, the soft nylon inches from my bare flesh. My eyes widened at the sight of it, and strangely enough, my cock began to grow just a bit.

With another smile, Isabella removed her leg. "Just as I suspected. You're a perfect candidate for my treatment. Here, lie down and we can get started."

I did as she ordered, still a little confused, and watched as she kicked off her heels and took a seat on the bed.

Her nylon-clad leg slowly began to move its way up the bed, gently caressing my own and just barely brushing against my cock. The sensation was incredible, and for the first time I could feel the blood flowing down to my normally flaccid member.

But she was just getting started.

Her long, lovely leg didn't stop until her foot was inches from my face. And then, without warning, she planted her soft, white, nylon-covered foot on my face.

"Sniff," was all she said.

I had never smelled anyone's foot before, nor had I ever considered it. It had always sounded disgusting and wrong, yet with Isabella's foot resting over my mouth and nose, I didn't really have much choice. I took a sniff, expecting the worst, but to my surprise, it smelled good. Really good.

Her stocking-clad foot, warm and sweaty as was expected given it had been stuck in those heels for lord knows how long, did not smell bad at all. In fact, it smelled amazing, as if the scent were a distilled version of her beauty. Isabella's foot smelled as good as she looked, and I started to take more and more sniffs.

And all the while, my cock continued to grow.

"Interesting," Isabella noted, then moved her other leg up my body until it joined its twin on my face. "Keep sniffing."

I did, and the more of her incredible foot scent I took in, the better I felt. Not just my cock- which was getting harder by the second, but in general. Something about Isabella's feet just made me feel good, and I wasn't sure I wanted it to stop.

Isabella, on the other hand, had more in mind for my treatment. "It would appear the therapy is working. Let's move on to the next phase."

Her hand wrapped around my cock and began to stroke it, slowly and gently, but between that and the feet in my face, I could feel a pressure building. Something I'd never experienced before.

After a few minutes, she stopped stroking and removed her feet from my face. I was devastated, especially as things seemed to be going well, but my nurse wasn't finished with me just yet. I watched her slip off her stockings, then approach the head of the bed. "Sit up for a moment."

I did as she asked, then sat there dumbfounded as she wrapped the nylon around my head, making sure the feet of them covered my nose. When she was satisfied with her work, she gently laid me back down and moved on with my treatment.

Isabella's now bare feet returned to my face, and I saw her red-painted toenails rest against my lips. Even without her saying a word, I had a good idea of what she had in mind, something she confirmed rather quickly. "Say 'ah'".

My mouth opened, almost of its own accord, and she slipped a few of her toes inside. Again, I should have been concerned or disgusted, yet the moment my tongue made contact with her toes, my taste buds exploded. Isabella's feet tasted incredible, and I almost melted into the bed when she commanded me to suck them.

I didn't need to be told twice and began to gently suck them like they were lollipops. They tasted as good as they smelled, and between then and the nylons wrapped around my head, I was in heaven.

And so was my cock.

Never in my life had it been this hard, and as Isabella's hand wrapped around it once more and began to stroke, the pressure started to build once more.

The sensation of her jerking me off was amazing, and the feelings coursing through me were something altogether new to me. After years of never being able to get hard, never being able to cum, I realized this was what it felt like. I wanted her to finish me off, but at the same time, I didn't want this feeling to end.

Somehow, Isabella seemed to know exactly what I was thinking, as she stopped stroking, pulled her feet from my face, and carefully replaced them with one of her heels, which she gently placed over my mouth and nose.

"The treatment seems to be working, but we need to be sure."

Within seconds, her feet took the place of her hand and wrapped around my now extremely hard cock, then began to stroke.

I'd heard of footjobs before, but never had any interest in them. Granted, I'd never had any interest in feet either, something I was beginning to realize may have been a mistake. Isabella's feet felt amazing, so soft and smooth and sexy as they continued to manipulate my aching cock for all it was worth, all the while the scent from her heel and her nylons filled my nose.

The more she stroked, the more I could feel my body begin to shiver. Something was coming, and as more and more blood flowed down to my cock, I knew what it was. An orgasm, something I'd given up hope I'd ever truly experience.

Isabella kept stroking, increasing her speed even as I began to grip the sides of the bed for dear life. I moaned, louder than I think I ever have in my life, and still, she kept stroking until the pressure reached its peak.

And in an instant, my cock exploded.

Streams and streams of sticky white cum shot out as pleasure I'd never before imagined coursed through my body. Isabella kept stroking, milking every last drop from me, years and years worth that had never had anywhere to go, and still, I kept cumming. It was as if Isabella's feet had unclogged a pipe, and now it could flow freely as it had always wished to.

After what felt like five minutes but was likely far less, I felt my body relax, and though she kept stroking a little longer, Isabella seemed to know that I was spent. But more than that, we both knew that her treatment had indeed worked.

Without a word, she removed her heel and untied her nylons from my head. Then- though her feet were drenched with my cum, she slipped the nylon backs on and slid her feet into her shoes as if nothing had happened.

All the while, I lay there, gasping for breath and awash with pleasure I'd never experienced.

Isabella smiled that beautiful smile of hers at me. "I told you, one-hundred-percent success rate."

Though I wanted to say something, anything, the words wouldn't come. My brain was practically fried with pleasure as well as her foot scent, so all I could do was lay there while Isabella jotted down a few notes on her chart then unlocked the door.

Before she left though, she looked back at me. "I'll be back tomorrow to make sure everything is fine, but otherwise, I don't think you'll have a problem anymore. At least, as long as you take your medicine."

"Medicine?" I finally managed to utter, and Isabella smirked.

"I'll bring you a few of my socks and stockings. Just sniff them while you jerk off, and think about me and my feet. Think you can do that?"

I nodded, still dazed but in better spirits than I'd been in some time.

"Good boy," Isabella said with a smile, then headed for the door. "See you tomorrow."

She blew me a kiss and then she was gone. And as I lay there, the truth of what had transpired dawned on me, and though it was more than a little strange, I could only think of one thing.

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

And neither could I.