The Enveloping Requirement. Part One - Sex Stories

The Enveloping Requirement. Part One

... firmly, and sounding very dissatisfied.

She took one of the sheets that were draped over the headboard and used it to catch the fluids as she slid off his cock, holding it over her vagina and climbing off the bed. She went to her underwear drawer, took some lingerie out, and headed to the en-suite. Chris lay there, totally bewildered at what he had just experienced. He was buzzing all over and slightly smiled to himself that his, although not stunning, but very attractive, much older female boss, had used him for sex. It was all surreal.

Miss Lexington arrived back out of the en-suite with her skirt back down and her suit looking tidy again. She went to her dresser, sprayed her perfume and sipped her champagne glass, then came back to the bed and spoke.

“This file glitch still needs fixing, so it’s time to head back downstairs to my office,” she informed him.

She picked up the queen-size sheet of taped-together broadsheets, making a lot of noise as the pages rustled when she folded it up. Then she looked down at the floor, and she saw his trousers. Picking them up, she took his phone from the pocket and held it up to him.

“I will look after this and if anything important comes through, I shall inform you,” she told him.

“BUT!” he said loudly.

“Umm Excuse me?” Miss Lexington replied firmly.

He remembered to not question her. He again thought to himself how he enjoyed the cushy job in her company, and he wanted it to stay that way, and although she was ...

... bossy and demanding, he was liking it.

“Nothing Miss,” he replied.

Looking happy with his reply, she unstrapped his wrists and ankles and he picked up the broadsheets Miss Lexington had used on him and placed them to to the side. He then made his way off the bed. The Telegraph sheets crinkled as he got off.

“You can unwrap and leave the sheets in a neat pile by the chair,” Miss Lexington instructed him.

Taking the taped sheets off his arms and legs and placing them in a tidy pile by the window chair as instructed, he then went to the en-suite to sort himself out. While he was gone, she looked at Chris’ phone and saw a message banner from her personal assistant, Charlotte. Miss Lexington thought to herself, ‘Not this weekend, unfortunately, my lovely.’

She put the phone on silent and placed it in her drawer. She walked over to the bed, and picked up all the broadsheet pages. Walking over to the window, she placed them all on the pile she had demanded Chris to create and sat on the chair.

Chris came back out of the en-suite, he instantly saw Miss Lexington sat in her comfy, modern window chair looking very dominant. He felt regal vibes beam from her. Secretly, he was enjoying this. She told him to dress in only his underwear. He put his underwear back on, and she stood up from her chair and led him back downstairs, leaving the opera playing in the bedroom.

The floral-scented office was warm, so it was more than comfy to carry on working. Miss Lexington sat ...