A Prescription For Those Who Are Mad About MILFs

This was no ordinary doctor’s visit, that’s for sure! This was a prescription for those who are Mad about MILFs!

“Bob Oqura,” the cheerful voice piped from behind the brightly-lit reception desk. I had been drifting in and out of consciousness when the bubbly and sexy MILF receptionist called me up to the front desk.

“I am so sorry, Mr. Oqura, but your doctor was called in for an emergency procedure at the local hospital. Would you be all right with seeing Dr. Parker instead? Or would you like to re-schedule for another time?” she asked me in her chipper, sing-song tone. I could not help but smile at her.  And, what’s more, I agreed to see this Dr. Parker instead of rescheduling for a later date.

I normally would have just re-scheduled the appointment, as I am very particular about the doctors that I let evaluate me. But I have always been mad about MILFs. Let’s just say she entranced me with her bulging breasts.  To the point that I could do nothing but agree to stay.

Fantasizing About the MILF Receptionist

 

I sat back down in a chair where I could inconspicuously stare at her huge tits while I was waiting.  So, I sat in the lobby, fantasizing about the receptionist becoming my own personal MILF Mistress. With the result that I was having a rather “hard” time keeping myself under control. Consequently, I had to constantly readjust myself without anyone noticing!

It grew rather embarrassing as my hard-on became harder to control, given that at this point, it had been almost a year since I had been laid. I sighed to myself as I struggled to keep my hard-on under wraps. This was the exact reason that no women wanted to sleep with me. I had always had a very hard time with self-control, sexually.  Meaning that often I would cum far too early.

I shook my head to clear it from that humiliating thought and continued to get lost in my fantasy world as I waited to be called back. Thus, I suppose  I was getting a little carried away in my thoughts. How do I know? Because I bounced back to reality when the nurse barked my name out from across the room. I noticed that what started out as an inconvenience had turned into a full-blown, raging hard-on. One that would be nearly impossible to hide. I sat for a moment, hoping that it would subside a bit.  When I realized that there was no hope, I stood up and made my way awkwardly to the door that the rather husky nurse held open.

More Secret Fantasies

As the nurse took my basic information, she kept glancing down and then back up to me as if to imply that she highly disapproved of the hard-on that was clearly protruding against my already snug jeans. I could not help but blush and stare at the floor, wishing she would leave me alone in the room to wait for my doctor. I knew that another guy would understand how hard it was to keep a hard-on under control. Especially with that smoking hot receptionist! The nurse looked down at my bulge, smirking. Then she told me to undress while I waited for the doctor to come.

Before I could completely finish getting undressed and put on the little paper robe the nurse had provided, the door flung open to reveal a rather large-breasted, middle-aged woman with bouffant hair and a killer body! I smiled at her, turning myself in a way such that she wouldn’t notice my boner and told her that I had already seen the nurse and was just waiting for the doctor.

This woman was enough to make anyone mad about MILFs, and here I sat completely naked with a raging hard-on for all to see! This was the closest I had ever come to fulfilling my secret fantasies of clothed female naked male humiliation.

 

“So much for getting my hard-on under control before my doctor comes in,” I thought to myself.

 

The gorgeous MILF moved into the room, smiling at me as she glanced down at my hard cock and smirked as she looked back up at me.

“I am Doctor Renee Parker, Mr. Oqura.  You have been enjoying your visit thus far, I see,” she almost spat at me in a irritated tone.

I attempted to make some horrible excuse, but instead just babbled and tripped over my own words as she stared at me with eyes full of nothing but contempt. The iron-fisted MILF Mistress smiled as she scribbled on her prescription pad and handed me the slip of paper. As I took the prescription from her perfectly manicured fingers, she grabbed my clothes from beside me, putting them in a cabinet to her right and locking it.

I stared at the scribbled prescription in horror and humiliation, “CFNM Humiliation: Administer at signs of sexual arousal.”

 

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