CHAPTER FIFTY Benedict

" I t's late, baby boy," Hunt said, squeezing my shoulders from behind. "And what are you staring at with that kind of concentration?"

I removed my glasses and turned away from a computer screen full of graphs and figures. My new team of attorneys hired an accounting firm to comb through the trust for the ranch's financials. I was reading through the findings.

"He was bleeding money from the ranch as well," I said. "Charging outrageous management fees and phony expenses for his own gain. The town lost out on millions of dollars annually under his conservatorship."

"What does he say about it?" Hunt asked.

"Not much since I filed a lawsuit to regain the money. He's gone silent on his end," I said. "I'm sure he's lawyering up as we speak."

Hunt spun my office chair around and pulled me to my feet, wrapping me in his arms. "You'll figure it out, baby," he whispered in my ear, nipping at my earlobe.

I slid my hand down his bare chest and inside his boxers. "I'm over here pouring over reports and your dick is solid as a rock?" I asked. "Why didn't you tell me, sheriff? I feel like I've broken a law or something."

"I didn't want to disturb you," he growled, sliding his hand inside my T-shirt and twisting a nipple between his thumb and a finger. "Unless, of course… well… you know."

"I told you that when you get a hard-on, I need to be informed of it immediately," I teased. "It is my primary job to relieve your pressure, you big hunk of a man."

"Would it be rude of me to sit in your office chair and ask you to suck me dry?" he asked. "I like my boy on his knees when I'm suffering with this big nut I'm storing."

"Only if you make me," I said, spinning him around and pushing him toward the chair.

I removed my T-shirt, leaving only the briefs I'd put on after my evening shower. "Not yet," Hunt grunted, yanking me in his arms and sliding his hand around to my lower back.

Hunt lifted me to my toes and met my mouth with his. He was so powerful, and I loved the way he was able to move my body at will. His tongue darted in and out as his hands traveled lower and inside my briefs, holding my ass cheeks in his strong hands as he squeezed.

"I thought you wanted head," I teased, pressing my dick against his.

I moved a hand between us and found my way into his boxers again. His cock was leaking and his huge plum head was swollen and thick. My hand went lower and under his huge sack, holding the juicy kiwis and massaging them.

"I do want head," he breathed, flinching slightly as I squeezed harder on his balls. "But now I think I want some of this hole," he snarled, inching a finger toward my waiting hole.

"Did you lock the back door?" I asked, pushing my ass out and exposing my hole even more.

I'd been working in the clinic office when Hunt came downstairs to check on me. And just in case our sex act didn't make it upstairs to my bed, I was now concerned about whether he'd locked up when we went upstairs for dinner earlier.

Hunt stayed in town three nights a week, and I joined him at his place on other nights. I'd left him napping earlier and came down to the clinic to work on the files my lawyer forwarded me. He'd had a busy week, and I was overbooked at the clinic all week as well.

"Don't worry. I locked the door," he purred, swirling his hand around my hole before bringing his hand to his face. "Lemme lick this," he said, moving his fingers to his mouth and grinning at me. "Nice and wet," he whispered, inserting three fingers into his mouth.

My dick throbbed as I watched him slobbering on his fingers. "Follow me," I instructed, untangling myself from him and heading to an exam room. "I have a better idea."

"Whoa, doc! What are you up to?"

"You need an exam, sir," I stated, pulling my briefs down and stepping out of them. "Meet me in exam room three, stat!"

I walked to the exam room and waited for him. I left the light off, so an emergency flashlight's red charging light, plugged into the wall, was the only light in the room. A seductive reddish glow filled the small space.

"What are you gonna check?" Hunt's masculine voice spoke when he peeked his head into the room.

"Shut the door and remove your boxers. Then I'd like you to sit on the end of the exam table, sir," I ordered.

"Is this going to hurt, Doctor?"

"Do you want it to?" I asked, grabbing the rolling stool and sitting my bare ass on it, rolling toward him. "Move forward on the table a bit, sir. I need to take a closer look."

Hunt's huge body sat hulking over me when I rolled between his feet. I moved his knees apart, and his balls hung nearly to the table's vinyl-covered surface. His throbbing cock pulsed as he sat there staring at me, his eyes watching me lustfully.

"My problem is that my cock hurts, doc," he said, moving his eyes toward his erection. "It feels like something is building up inside."

I reached for his cock and pulled it closer to my mouth. His legs spread wider when I leaned forward. I ran my finger over his head and smeared precum all around until he squirmed.

"Relax, sheriff," I soothed. "You need a thorough examination of this swollen meat. Lucky for you, this is my specialty."

My mouth hovered over his cock. Hunt grabbed my head and tried to force me on him, but I resisted. "Come on, doc. Suck my dick," he gruffed. "I've got good insurance and fucking need my cock sucked."

"Lie back, sir," I instructed, standing and moving to a row of drawers. Before opening one of the supply drawers, I turned to him, and added calmly, "I think a prostate check is warranted."

Hunter's eyes widened, and he quickly sat upright. "Excuse me?" he gasped, almost ruining our role-playing.

"You heard me, mister," I stated. "I intend to check the functionality of your prostate as it relates to your penis."

"You what?" he asked. "Do I have to?"

His tone went back to the script as soon as I bent over to look in the bottom drawer, my asshole purposely exposed. "If I find that it's functioning properly, I may let you stick your cock in my ass so you can check mine."

I stood and held a tube of KY in the air. "What are you gonna do with that?" he murmured.

"Lie back now," I said, advancing to the side of the table. I placed a hand on his chest and forced him backward onto the table. "There we go. Now let me see what happened to your erection."

Hunt was half-hard at this point. Perhaps the lube had caught him off guard. I leaned over him and slurped his semi-hard dick into my mouth, taking every bit of it and sucking hard. He was stiff as a board in a flash.

"There we go, mister," I said. "Much better."

My hands ran over his flat stomach and toward his nipples. He tensed up as I flicked my fingers over them both, alternately brushing over and clamping down on each one.

"My dick still hurts," he pointed out. "Can you please suck it?"

I placed my hands on his thick thighs, massaging near the inside of them, running my hands under his balls and then down the insides of his thighs again. "Your penis is quite large, sir."

"Suck it!" he growled, grabbing my wrist.

I slapped his hand away and made my way back to the end of the exam table and between his knees. Leaning forward, I pulled his cock toward my mouth and slowly took him all the way in until his cock head was at the back of my throat. One slight relaxation adjustment and he slid past my gag reflex.

"Fuuucccckkkk," he moaned, his legs jutting straight out as he stiffened. "Do not fucking stop, doc!" he hissed.

I allowed Hunt to hold my head as he fucked his hips off the table, pumping furiously into my mouth. My nose was pressed into his pubes, his scent sending my ecstasy to another level. Being used by my man nearly caused me to shoot my load prematurely. I was a mental lover and the slightest cerebral vision could render me an orgasmic mess in a minute.

I removed his hands and came off him. "That seems to be in good working order, sir," I reported. "Now let's check your prostate."

I moved his legs together and reached to the side of the exam table, moving stirrups to an upright position on both sides of him. "What the fuck?" he asked, trying to sit up.

I leaned forward and pushed him back down. "Nope! You're going to be just fine," I spoke, keeping my voice level. "And I have a feeling that you might really enjoy this, but first, you'll need to trust your doctor, sir." Hunter exhaled and relaxed backward. "Scoot toward me," I directed.

I gently lifted one of his muscular legs and placed his ankle in one stirrup, his asshole right at the edge of the table near me. Then I lifted the other ankle into place. He was fully exposed. I leaned forward and took his dick in my mouth and moved up and down his shaft. He began to moan and relax, his legs getting limp as he let them relax and hang as they were spread wide, ankles secured by the metal stirrups.

My finger moved to his hole, my mouth still inhaling his cock. He flinched and fought the movement for a second. I kept one hand on his hole, slurping and sliding the other hand around his shaft until he relaxed again.

When he was fully into being blown, I repositioned my hands to my lap and used my mouth only. Removing the cap on the KY tube and squeezing a generous amount on my fingers, I pressed against his hole again.

"Relax," I said, smearing some lube on his cock to distract him. "I'll be nice and gentle."

His dick throbbed when I covered it with my mouth once again, his body relaxing fully as he moaned in pleasure. My finger made its way to his hole, and I slathered KY jelly all around his entrance. He tensed up and tried to keep me out, but I sucked him deep and probed gently until his hole began to open.

"Jesus!" he growled. "Fuckin' A, doc."

I lifted off his cock. "Nice, isn't it, mister?" I soothed, staying in my role as the physician. "We'll need to check this regularly from now on, don't you think?"

"Yeessss," he agreed, rolling his hips as my fingertip broke through his defenses. "Oh, my fucking God."

"Now just relax, sir. I will need to suck your dick while I check on your prostate. Your job is to just relax and let whatever happens happen."

I deep-throated him and pressed my finger against his opening, swirling and getting the lube further into him. Once Hunt was more relaxed, my finger slipped all the way in and I kept it still, my mouth hoovering his cock like I hadn't eaten in a week. He began to relax, breathing heavily, and his hole opened further.

While sucking him off, I removed my finger and lined up another one, pushing my way back into his tight hole. He naturally resisted again, but he was so far into the pleasurable blow job that he relaxed completely around my digits.

" Holy fuck ," he hissed again, relaxing even more as I began fucking him with my fingers, each time searching for his prostate. "Mmmm," he mumbled incoherently, losing his train of thought as I probed further. "That's… I'm… Oh fuck!" he murmured.

I knew that once he got aroused to the point of climaxing, his magic button would expose itself. I stroked his cock while still sucking, penetrating deeper into his asshole. He continued to writhe on the table, some unknown feeling of pleasure he'd never experienced taking hold of him as he fought for release amongst the desire.

"Oh, shit! Fuck!" he growled through what sounded like clenched teeth. His hands gripped the sides of the table while he bucked his hips. "Yeessss," he frothed.

And just like that, there it was. His prostate swelled as my fingers moved across it. I pushed and massaged the sexual organ while still sucking him deep in my throat. I felt like I had complete control of his body as he moaned like a wounded animal on the exam table.

I kept pressing on his man spot and blowing him while he huffed his breath in and out, tensing and relaxing. "Jesus!" he bellowed. "Right fucking there! Fuuucccckkkk!"

Hunt inhaled sharply and his ass came off the table instantly, and he pumped his hips in the air as I sucked his cock, warm jizz blasting out of him as he convulsed on the table.

He gripped the sides of my head. "Oh fuck! Oh, fuck!" he hissed. " Fuck !" he hollered.

His entire body went stiff and then limp. He laid back, breathlessly, panting as he regained his composure. His ankles remained in the stirrups as his spent body tremored over and over.

I drained every ounce from his manhood before sitting back on the rolling stool. Hunt remained still, catching his breath as he came back to earth. He finally lifted his head from the table and met my eyes.

"What the fuck was that, boy?"

I smacked his balls and grinned. "Get up! It's my turn, stud."