Chapter 5

Life is good, thought Sheriff Don to himself, feeling his balls being gently sucked by Miss Ellie, as he liked to call her in private. He knew that his job wouldn’t last forever, but he planned on milking it for as long as he could. Speaking of milking...

“You can start now, Miss Ellie.”

With a smile from her eyes as her mouth was full, Miss Ellen squirted a generous amount of strawberry-flavored lube onto Sheriff Don’s fat cock with her left hand, and then began stroking it slowly with her right.

It was the same routine pretty much every visit with the Sheriff. A nice sit-down dinner, Cowboy Ribeye, baked potato, some vegetables, and a glass or two of red wine. Then a trip to the private patio on roof, perhaps the only air-conditioned outside patio in the world, where the cold air rose from the floor to provide a refreshing respite to the harsh desert, allowing one to smoke a cigar and relax. Finally, back to the Old West Room, where the 1870’s motif made Sheriff Don feel right at home.

Sheriff Don liked it when Miss Ellie wore a frilly dress. She played the part of an Old West whore quite well. He looked down again, caught her eye, and nodded.

She gently released his balls from her mouth, wiped her hand across it (because she knew he liked that hand gesture), and then got up from her knees. He closed his legs a bit to make it easier for her, as she straddle him, taking hold of the back of the wooden chair behind his shoulders, and then settled down on top of him, her dress carefully arranged so that it wouldn’t block her pussy from resting on his hard, lubed cock. She slid slowly back and forth, leaning forward to kiss him about the neck and ear. She knew to stay away from his mouth now, that he didn’t want to kiss her since her mouth had just been sucking on his balls. She knew the kissing would come later.

Reaching under her long skirt with practiced hands, she took hold of his thick cock.

“You know...?” he inquired, as he always did on the first weekend of the month.

“Yes, baby, I know.” She knew he’d ask, and at that exact moment. He was nothing if he wasn’t predictable.

As she adjusted herself, she put the head of his cock up against her asshole, and knew that this was always the toughest part, the first couple of inches. If his cock just wasn’t so thick it’d be a lot easier, she thought to herself, not for the first time.

Using his large, rough hands, Sheriff Don popped open the front of her dress, reached in, and released her breasts to his view. As he felt Miss Ellie put some weight down, he brought one of the breasts up to his mouth and began licking and then sucking on a nipple, all the while his eyes locked on hers, waiting.

There, he thought, seeing her mouth open and a gasp come out of it as he felt the head of his cock pop into her ass.

“God, you’re so big,” she said, meaning it, as his thick cock slid a few inches deeper into her ass. She kept applying pressure and weight, sinking further onto the thick spike until she bottomed out. She could feel her clit rubbing against his thick tract of pubic hair, so she ground against him, sending shivers through her body as her ass tried in vain to adjust to what felt like a telephone pole up inside of it.