1. The Chip Babe Goes Down


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

    smooth push into my body. His penis filled my pussy, and I spread my legs as wide as possible, so it would go in even further. He lifted my legs up so that the backs of my thighs were against his chest, and he plunged into me. It was excruciating, but exhilarating. My ass was raised off the bed, as I accepted every thrust. Mike’s pace picked up, and I began to rub my clit in tandem with his cock. He seemed surprised by my initiative, but it didn’t slow him. It only took a few moments before my arousal caught up with his. I quickly began to pant and writhe. I pushed as hard against his chest as I could, tensing the muscles in my legs and groin, which heightened every sensation in my pussy. Mike was undeterred by the force of my legs straining against him. He just held me tightly, and continued to thrust. “Mike, I’m going to come…like nowwwww …” and I began to shudder as the nerve endings in my pussy and clit got overtaken with energy and excitement. Mike’s cock must have a brain or an instinct, because as soon as I began to tremble, I could feel it release as well. A few final thrusts, and he was thoroughly spent. We both lay back on the enormous bed, staring at the cream ceiling. “Can I order in some room service? I know you like being served!” Mike grinned as he handed me the menu. “How did you know I’m famished? My brain is so screwed up from getting here. My phone says it’s 9PM, but my stomach thinks it’s morning. Would it be strange if I ordered pancakes?” “No, not at ...
    all. Besides, I want bacon and eggs. My brain thinks it’s morning, too.” Mike put on a robe as he dialed room service to place our order. “By the way, we never got around to all that polite conversational bullshit, but I’d really like to know more about you. Where are you from? What are you doing here? What’s your favorite food? What’s your last name? You know, all the things I should have asked before I jumped you.” “ You jumped me ? I thought I jumped you !” I grinned. It was time to share some information that might alarm Mike. “So the boring polite stuff…I live in Manhattan. I’m here for SEMICON. I love marzipan. And my last name is Jones. Your turn.” “I live in Atherton. I’m also here for SEMICON. I love anything Thomas Keller prepares. And my last name is Pierce. Oh…and one other thing, I’m married.” I nodded slowly. “Ah, I see. Well, isn’t that always the case? The good ones are all taken.” I exhaled audibly. “It would have been nice if you’d told me before we’d screwed.” “Well, you didn’t really give me a chance.” “Quite true. I’ll own that.” I looked down at my hands, which were clasped in my lap, in what I believed was an approximation of what a typical woman would do. “I guess I’m disappointed. You’re a very exciting man, and I’ve just discovered you’re committed. Also, we’re probably going to bump into one another over and over again. I need to process this a bit.” I wanted to telegraph that I was not the kind of girl who makes a habit of jumping strangers in hotel ...
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