1. The Chip Babe Goes Down


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: VirgoGo, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    deliberate slowness. I could see him taking it all in. Once I eased it off my shoulders, the dress fell to the floor. I stepped out of it, and paused in the middle of the room so Mike could appreciate my thousand dollar investment in lingerie. He sat quietly, with his arm resting casually on the headboard, revealing the extent of his arousal. I rolled down and removed my stockings. Having regained my composure, I impishly tossed the hose at his face. He shook his head in disbelief as he batted them away. I walked over to Mike, and let him remove my bra and panties. He did so with a delicate and deliberate touch. He knew it would be the last time we’d enjoy each other, and he had made the decision to savor it. There’s something exquisitely poignant about a final fuck, and we were both wallowing in the moment. Mike pulled me onto his lap, and began to kiss my mouth, neck and breasts. His hands roamed over my body, as if I were covered in braille and he was trying to spell out and remember every word. I pushed his knees apart, and knelt on the floor between them. I wanted him to think about my lips worshipping his cock, and my tongue lapping at its head. It would be a blowjob to remember. I began slowly, using the very tip of my tongue to toy with his organ, and delighting as he threw his head back. As I was settling in for a more thorough tease, I toppled the desk chair where he had been sitting. Mike’s jacket fell to the ground, and its contents scattered on the floor. I ...
    paused, worried I might break something, and began to gather up his things. Mike seemed startled and unsettled. “Don’t worry about it, Andrea. Keep doing what you were doing.” “No. It’s cool. I’ll just be a moment.” It was a bit sadistic, but the prospect of him being on edge while I rummaged on the floor had a certain appeal. Mike got down on the floor with me, and it became a race to get all his stuff gathered up. He found the billfold. I found a couple of pens. And then I spotted his phone. It was turned on, and recording our every word. I held it up to him, “Wouldn’t video be preferable to audio?” Mike grabbed the phone from me, and I saw his fingers tremble as he turned it off. It took a mere moment for my brain to click over from arousal to alarm, as I realized he wasn’t recording coitus, he was recording evidence. I stood up, wrapped myself in the room's plush, white bathrobe and gathered my clothes. I didn’t even bother to put on my dress. I just padded down the hall to the elevator and returned to my room. My first call was to Drekar’s general counsel, who immediately referred me to outside counsel. We both agreed I needed someone with expertise in white collar crime. It wasn’t long before the FBI called, and revealed they had tapes of everything. Mike had been recording our late night chats for months. He’d even taped our time together in Las Vegas. I cringed at the prospect of the FBI guys listening in as Mike shoved his fingers up my ass. I was merely a pawn, however. ...
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