Nurse Morino's foot odor **** was too intense, making the masochist cry and beg for mercy.

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Nurse Morino

Age 23
Height: 159 cm
Foot size 25 cm
Marlboro Ice Blast cigarettes

This time, it's Ms. Morino, who bullied me before, bullying a masochistic man. The last time we met she was still a university student, but now she's a nurse. We hadn't been in touch because she was busy with job hunting, but it had been about two years since we last met.

Speaking of Ms. Morino, she always uses polite language with me, but I vividly remember the cruel treatment she inflicted on me by making me smell the particularly smelly toe area of her stinky sandals. This time, too, in a message before we met, she said, "I'd like to use them to deodorize the stinky sneakers I've been wearing since university." I was excited at the thought of a woman stepping on my feet, but I never imagined that I would end up crying and begging for mercy after being ****d to smell her unbearably stinky feet for so long.

When Mr. Morino entered the hotel, he spoke to me with the same polite language as before, and his demeanor was gentle, but his words were cold, such as "That's disgusting," and he stepped on the masochist's face with his worn-out sneakers.

I was excited when she stepped on me, and I got an erection when she said, "So this will make you hard," but the situation changed drastically when she pressed her removed sneakers to my nose and said, "Please deodorize my shoes." I had smelled smelly feet before, but this was a different level of stench. Ms. Morino seemed to be aware that her feet smelled bad, and the sneakers she had been wearing for over two years had a natto-like and sour smell mixed with the smell of damp laundry, creating an intense odor that made me instinctively feel danger just by taking a breath. The stench was beyond my expectations, and I wanted to give up and turned my face away, but she calmly repeated, "Please deodorize them," and pressed the sneakers to my nose with her feet, saying, "They are tools for deodorizing," and a torturous time from which I could not escape began.

Even for a masochist, this was honestly too much, and the erection I had just moments ago instantly went limp. Mr. Morino looked down on me, the masochist who could barely breathe, while smoking a cigarette, and held my sneakers in place with white socks that were blackened with the shape of my toes on the soles. The pain was so intense that I blurted out "It stinks." He made me deodorize the other sneaker as well, and it smelled even worse, causing me to sob and cry, wishing that this deodorizing would end as soon as possible. Mr. Morino's unfathomable cruelty was evident as he laughed, smoking, and said to me, "It stinks, doesn't it?" The time, which felt much longer than it actually was, finally began to pass.

Even after the sneakers were deodorized, I was then instructed to deodorize my socks. Dirty socks were pressed against my face. Normally, this would be a moment of joy, but the socks, of course, smelled awful, and this was also tough. The grimy socks had been worn all day, so they were permeated with the smell of the shoes and were also damp. It was better than having my breathing restricted by the sneakers, but they actively targeted the parts that a masochist hates, saying, "The toes are the smelliest, aren't they?" I realized that when my dignity as a man is defiled to this extent, it goes beyond excitement and actually makes me want to cry.

"Take them off," he said, and I took off my socks and performed a foot-licking service. However, he didn't seem to like foot-licking that much because it tickled, so it ended quickly. Even so, a strange bitter and sour taste lingered on my tongue.

"This is happening because the smell hasn't been completely removed," she said, rubbing the sole of her foot against my face. "I use garbage faces as cleaning rags," she added. I was astonished that such a gentle-mannered woman could harbor such a cruel ideology. It seemed that Ms. Morino considered masochists to be garbage. With the stench smeared all over my face, she told me, "People like you should be grateful you can even be a cleaning tool for women," and finally the deodorization was over. It was the first time I had ever wanted to run away so badly.

I was made to stand in front of him, and it was time for a pleasure **** session. I was suffering a lot of damage, and I was worried whether I could even get an erection, but as soon as he touched my nipples, I got hard. That's the mark of a masochist. Even Mr. Morino was astonished, saying, "You get hard so quickly."

"Aren't you ashamed?" she asked, utterly despising me as she gave me a handjob. She made me thrust my hips, saying, "You can only have sex with my hands, you know," completely shattering my male pride. I remembered Morino-sama's cruel, demeaning words and actions, and suddenly I became aroused and ejaculated without a trace. "That's really disgusting," she said, swatting away my semen-covered hand with a look of disgust.

It was a time of despair that left a trauma in my nose.

[While the previous work featured faces, this time, at the request of the woman, her face has been blurred. Thank you for your understanding.]

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