Page 94 of Plentywood
“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.
