The Male Student Nurse, My Boss, My Neighbor, and My Bottom: An Older Woman’s Medical Humiliation atop the Kitchen Table: An Age-Gap Medical Erotica (Sleazy Men...and My Bottom #4)

Dear Reader,

Let’s talk about butts, shall we? You see, it’s not just sleazy men who have a preference, preoccupation, or even an obsession with women’s behinds. Refer to nearly any poll out there, and you’ll see that most men (and even a fair amount of women) are pretty darned obsessed with a lovely lady’s soft, warm, and deliciously round mounds filling out the back of her jeans—along with all the nifty cracks, creases, and crinkles that go along with those mouthwatering protrusions.

Well, who can blame them? Bottoms, behinds, butts, buns, bums, booties—whatever you choose to call ‘em, they sure are a lot of fun to hold and behold. Firm or soft. Big or small. Young or old. Pink or bronzed. In the end, there’s something for everyone!

But whereas most butt aficionados are content to simply ogle the swaying cheeks of a woman on the street, goose a bit of curviness in an elevator, and perhaps play with the tushy of a wife or girlfriend, some of the more “ambitious” individuals out there really succumb to their obsession and, through trickery and cunning, wind up with handfuls of softness that, technically, they’re not really “authorized” to enjoy!

Oh, well, the bottom line is that female rear ends are brimming with yumminess, and whether their owners realize it or not, those southern attractions just might enjoy a bit of extra, albeit dirty-minded, attention if only these owners could “see the light” and allow their sexy bums to see the light, too. The light of day!

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Diana Ruhle just had a rough night. The poor fifty-five-year-old secretary spent half of it in the bathroom, throwing up.

She feels a bit better in the morning. But when she calls in to work to say she’ll be coming in late, her boss, CEO Geoffrey Beaumont, informs her that she can’t return to the office—and possibly make her coworkers sick—until he first sends someone to her home to examine her to see if she’s okay.

Well, Diana is far too modest to relish the idea of being examined—especially at home—so she spends the next half-hour feeling a bit nervous.

Did we say “a bit” nervous?

Not quite. Not when the “someone” who’s been sent to examine her turns out to be a twenty-year-old premed nursing student at the community college.

Not when Geoffrey Beaumont shows up as well! For her protection, of course.

Not when poor, shaky Diana is then ordered out of her clothes and onto her kitchen table with nothing but a tiny paper drape covering her.

Not when other men happen to arrive—and show no concern for her modesty by staying to watch as well.

It wouldn’t be quite so bad if this were a simple cursory check of her tummy. But Diana’s boss is far too much of a pervert to let her off the hook that easily. Indeed, he seems to take great pleasure in ordering the student nurse, Noah Sachs, to turn turn what should have been a quick, simple checkup into the most humiliating and debasing series of slippery fingers, unpleasant instruments, and shameful positions any woman ever endured.

Poor Diana—she could never have predicted how horrific this experience turns out to be.

She also couldn’t have predicted how incredible it turns out to be, either!

If cute women, beautiful bottoms, unscrupulous men, and massive amounts of humiliation are your cup of tea, this story is for you! Get your copy today and