The Enveloping Requirement: Part 3 - Sex Stories

The Enveloping Requirement: Part 3

... it touched and rubbed his body as she positioned it. Rubbing her hands up the top of the page created a scent of fresh broadsheet newsprint to come out and to travel up his nostrils.

Miss Lexington then walked over to her dresser and picked up two of the Daily Telegraph broadsheets. She came round to the left side of Chris and placed one of the thick Saturday editions in its folded, in- shop form, six inches from him. He could see the major headline on the front page about interest rates and part of a picture of a waitress in a restaurant, but the fold obstructed the view of the other half of it. Miss Lexington walked back to her dresser, holding the other newspaper between her hand and in her arm. She turned around. Facing him, she stood at the end of the bed and spoke.

“I have requirements, as you now know, and today is a continuation of my personal disciplinary for you. It’s why I require you to do as you are told and you will acknowledge me at all times,” she said softly but firmly.

“Now there is more to that new system you need to learn, as when we are back in the workplace, you can thoroughly indulge in the new project. We are going to work hard and place all files correctly. Are we understood, Christopher?” She said, with her tone becoming more strict.

Chris nodded.

“We are understood, Miss Lexington,” he said.

She tilted her head and smiled. Placing the Telegraph she was holding on the end of the bed, she opened it up, placing the travel and money ...

... supplements inside it to thicken it into one broadsheet. She then looked up and spoke.

“Well, as we are all set and ready, I shall just take my clothes off,” she said in a soft, seductive tone.

Miss Lexington turned to face her dresser and slowly undressed out of her blouse and skirt and then removed all her underwear, placing her clothes neatly on her dresser stool. Chris’ cock quickly grew erect and throbbed with arousal once again. Once she was fully naked, she sipped her champagne. Placing the glass back on her dresser, she turned around. She picked up the Daily Telegraph that she had placed at the end of the bed and climbed on.

As she moved up the bed with the news sheets crinkling under her, Chris could only see her head, fingers and legs and the front page of the Telegraph.

‘Wow, she’s fit,’ Chris thought to himself about the waitress on the front page, before it was lowered onto him and Miss Lexington’s breasts came into view. His cock throbbed hard at the lovely sight and he soon forgot about the picture on the front page, and put all his concentration on the view in front of him. Once she had laid the broadsheet on him, he felt it was a little heavier and thicker than the edition from the day before.

Miss Lexington lay beside him on the right. Chris could see her breast pushing into the weather report on the back page. She spent a few minutes rubbing his broadsheet newspaper-covered body all over, stroking his inner thighs, and tickling his perineum. ...