The Enveloping Requirement: Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Enveloping Requirement: Part 2

... underwear.

Now fully naked apart from her high-heels, she picked up a fresh, crisp Daily Telegraph broadsheet newspaper. Holding it with the front page facing out, she turned round, temporarily hiding her body. Walking across to the bed, she climbed on, and, with the sound of the Telegraph sheets crunching under her, she moved up the bed, laying the broadsheet front page down on top of Chris’ body.

The front page of the Daily Telegraph was showing a headline about the US dollar against the GB Pound, and a picture of the Duchess of Cambridge, which soon came into his view as she lowered it onto him. That view then changed to Miss Lexington’s body and breasts.

With his chest pounding and his breathing more rapid from nervous excitement, he saw her firm breasts coming towards him, and he could smell the scent of her perfume. She reached over to the bedside table for her glass and took a long sip of the ice-cold champagne. Placing the glass back, and picking up a cock ring, she rolled it over Chris’ cock and gave him a couple of gentle strokes, and then spoke.

“You come when I say, do we have an understanding?” She said seductively.

“Yes Miss Lexington, completely understood,” Chris replied, nodding his head and his eyes big with shock at the sight of her firm breasts.

With her smile and tilted head, she replied, “Good”.

She then slowly lifted her right leg over Chris’ body and positioned herself. She reached through under and between her legs, taking hold ...

... of Chris’ rock-solid penis, guided it into her vagina, and slid straight on. Closing her eyes, she let out a small moan as Chris breathed in deep through his nose as she took his full length.

She slowly laid her body and breasts into the fresh, smooth broadsheet she had laid over Chris’ body. She re-positioned her vagina to the tip of Chris’ cock, using it to tickle her vaginal lips, and whispered into his ear.

“This is Friday’s Daily Telegraph,” she said, before pausing.

“I am very much looking forward to the Sunday Telegraph!” she said firmly, but very seductively.

As soon as she had said that, and before the thought had even processed in Chris’ mind, she thrust down onto his cock, and rode him slowly but intensely with her body pressed into the broadsheets between them.

Then, after about fifteen seconds, she sat up to get better penetration, placing her hands on the Telegraph broadsheet covering Chris, she leaned her head and shoulders backward so her breasts stuck out, and gently pressed the heels of her shoes into Chris’ broadsheet-wrapped legs. She was riding him hard and fast and then slowing down as she lay her body into him and pressed her breasts firmly against the broadsheets. He could smell the champagne on her breath as she panted.

Some minutes later, she sat up again and firmly rubbed her perfect, lady hands up the Telegraph’s back page in rhythm with riding him. The female opera melodies were ringing round the room in dramatic chorus and seemed ...