The White Box - Sex Stories

The White Box

... mess over with as soon as possible.” Dave Barney was my personal attorney; he was a bear. I would have continued, but Rita covered my mouth with hers. “It’s great to have you back, Martin,” she whispered in my ear. “Now I have something else to prove to you. Come with me, and no arguing. I’ll just ignore you so save your energy. You’re going to need it.” She was off my lap and pulled me up. Seconds later she was leading me up the stairs toward the master bedroom. I tried to protest, but she ignored me, exactly as she had promised. “I think I should fire you.” “Go ahead, but that’s not going to stop me.” She pushed my shirt over my head as I stood by astonished. I began to protest again, but she kissed me again. She spoke again once she broke the kiss. “I know you’re self-conscious. I know what to expect so I’m not going to be turned off and I’m definitely not going to faint. You need to relax.” “But…I don’t think I’ll be able to….” “Care to bet? I’ll bet dinner—loser buys.” I laughed. “That’s not much of a bet. You already told me I was buying.” She had by belt open and my pants down by the time I’d finished. She sat me on the bed clad only in my boxers while she slowly began a sensual striptease. First she flipped her shoes across the room. I laughed, but all that did was encourage her. She twirled around, stopping occasionally to kiss me as first her blouse and then her Capri’s found their way to the floor. She made a big production of losing her bra, jiggling her breasts, ...

... and even throwing it at me. She finished with her panties, a pair of rose-colored boy shorts. They clung to her body like a second skin. Her pubic area was as bare as the day she was born; I couldn’t take my eyes off of her luscious body. I was shocked to find that I was hard. I hadn’t had an erection since before that fateful Friday evening, but then I’d had no stimulation—sexual or otherwise-- either. Rita pushed me back onto the bed, pulling my boxers down past my ankles. Knowing how sensitive I would be she kissed me again as she moved her hand down my abdomen to find my cock. It pulsed with desire. I didn’t know if I’d be able to cum, but Rita was determined. She straddled my hips and slid down my meaty pole. “I usually enjoy a lot of foreplay, but this is to prove a point—that you’re still a sexual being.” She began by placing her hands on my shoulders, her pointy nipples just inches above my face. Her face showed the rapture she was feeling as I stretched her tight cunt walls. Rita rocked on my cock and I had to admit it felt great. My hands found their way to her hips as I began to drive into her. That was exactly what she wanted—to prove to me that I was still a man! Soon I was lifting her almost a foot with every thrust. We rutted like animals, but not for too long—I was hornier than I could have believed. Even more incredible--I ejaculated! I actually came in Rita’s hot pussy. I sagged back into the bed. I was exhausted, but so thankful. Looking up into Rita’s eyes ...