The White Box -- Part 2 - Sex Stories

The White Box -- Part 2

... exorbitant—good thing I was rich. I took Rita out to eat, handing her the small envelope with six numbers on it once we had ordered drinks. She looked at it for almost a minute before raising her head. “What does this mean, Martin?” “It means I want you to move in. I need you…and I love you. When Dana began to torture me she played a little game with me, claiming I was cheating on her…with you. I wasn’t and I wouldn’t, but now that I have you I don’t want to let you go besides, in addition to having an even nicer butt than I have I need you to stick needles into it.” I took her hand and held it to my cheek. Rita closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She smiled when she opened them then she clutched the key to her chest. She didn’t have to speak—the tears in her eyes said it all. We rushed into the house, dropping our clothes on the floor and stairs as we ran to the bed. We were probably filthy after a long day at work, but we didn’t care. We held each other, rubbing against each other until Rita moved down my body to take me into her mouth. “Don’t Rita, I’m sure I smell something awful after all the stress I’ve faced today.” “We’re not at work; you can’t order me around.” Then she gave me a huge smile. “And even if you could, I’m not going to pay attention. You can do me if you want. Then we’ll be even.” She turned her body so my mouth was just under her delightful naked pussy. She spoke when she was in position. “We’ll need to something with all this hair, especially if ...

... you want me to do this again.’’ Then my cock disappeared down her throat. What a marvel Rita was. My sex life was dead until she walked in. Rita wrapped her tongue around my organ washing it with her mouth. It was the most exquisite feeling, one I’d never tire of. My tongue reached up to tickle her labia; Rita groaned in response. The broad of my tongue licked from her clit to her sweet rosebud as Rita squirmed under my efforts. My fingers gently spread her lips exposing her pink tunnel. I penetrated her with the tip of my tongue, tasting her for the first time. I hardened it so it could rub into her G-spot. I knew instantly when I was successful. Her abdomen jumped from my body in an involuntary reflex. We were working each other strongly, on a collision course that ended much too soon, but with two beautifully intense orgasms. We could barely move so we lay there breathing deeply and slowly with Rita’s pussy dripping onto my chest. Finally, just after eleven Rita rose, pulling me up with her to the shower. Luckily, it was big enough for two. She pushed me in then opened a drawer, taking a razor and aerosol can of shaving soap in her hand. She washed me lovingly then turned my back to the spray. Kneeling before me she applied the soap to my groin and my empty sac. A minute later I was bald and we had changed positions. It was with the utmost care that I applied the razor to her. We stepped together from the shower, dried each other, brushed our teeth, and climbed naked into ...