1. The White Box


    Date: 3/28/2016, Categories: Fiction, Cock & ball torture, Cruelty, Slavery, Torture, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 85.2, Source: sexstories.com

    I asked her, “How can I ever thank you?” “You can do it again after dinner and then you can play with me before, during, and after. It may be your testicles that make sperm, but it’s your prostate that makes the juice. Brian told me your libido will be up to normal after a few weeks of hormone replacement therapy. Then you’ll really have a good time.” I looked up into her eyes before responding. “Don’t you mean we?” “I didn’t want to be presumptuous. I’d love that, but you have a lot to say about it—at least as much as I do.” I said nothing, but pulled her down into a long spit-laden kiss. It went on and on, but neither of us complained. Our faces were a mess when we finally broke it. Rita laughed. “Do I look as bad as you do?” “No…I doubt you’ll ever look bad. You’re a beautiful woman and I can’t believe you’re interested in a washed up dishrag like me.” She caressed my head then leaned down for a quick kiss. “You’re hardly washed up and you’re no dishrag, either. You’re a good looking man who’s in good physical condition.” “Yeah, all that dusting and laundry.” Rita gave me a stern look. “No joking now…Brian will explain everything Wednesday. He’s a great doctor. He says you’ll need regular exercise and I’m going to see that you get it.” “You mean like this?” “Sure, five or six times a week, plus you’re going to join a gym. Maybe you should put one in the office. I’m sure it would get a lot of use.” I leaned up ...
    to kiss her cute little nose. “That can be your first chore Monday morning. Find a place for it and get some estimates on what kind of equipment. You might want to poll the employees…you know, to see what they’d want to have. Now, do you think we could have a nap? You wore me out. Thank you.” “Do I have to move?” No, I love you right where you are.” I wrapped my arms around her, closed my eyes and found sleep easily. Rita woke me up around six and led me into the shower. She could sense my nervousness. “C’mon, Martin—there’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ve already seen your penis and I’ve seen your sac, so now I’ll wash it. It’s not a big deal, okay?” She turned on the water and led me in once it had warmed. Grabbing the soap she began with my chest then my arms and back. Of course, there were plenty of kisses that I welcomed along the way. All the same I tensed up when her hands found my cock and then my empty sac. It was a lot of anguish over nothing. She was tender and loving, paying it no more attention than either of my arms. She handed me the soap once she was done. I must say washing her sexy body was one of the best things I’d experienced in my life. We dried each other, dressed and I drove her down to Manhasset and Gino’s. We stopped by her apartment later for some clothes, cosmetics and a comb and brush. I’d already given her a spare toothbrush. NEXT: Rita helps Martin come back to life...and then some!
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