1. The Chip Babe Goes Down


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

    with the nerves in my clit, made me light headed. “Oh Mike, I need you to come. I need your cock to finish with my ass. I can barely take this. Please…” And despite my pleas, my body began to shake from my own orgasm. It rolled through me, beginning in my clit, and then extending towards my feet and my face. Even my upper lip tingled from the panting. And Mike came with a flourish. One long, thrust in, and I could feel the spasms through his body. Mike washed his hands in the bathroom, and then returned to the bedroom. “Andrea, we need to end this. It’s getting complicated, and I’m worried.” “Mike, you know I’m careful. I’d never let your wife know about me. About us. I enjoy your company too much. Your secret is completely safe.” I decided to concentrate on addressing the matter of his infidelity, rather than the sharing of trade secrets. “I’ve been married to my job so long that I need a man like you in my life. You’re more than a cock, and better than a husband. You’re perfect. I hope you’ll reconsider.” We crossed paths infrequently after that, although we did have phone sex. Despite what he’d said about wanting to end things, he still called. And just like our earlier calls, I’d grind against my Magic Wand and work myself up to a frenzy. Meanwhile, Mike would share details about his deals and his products as I got closer to orgasm. This intelligence would invariably push me over the edge. The next day, I would incorporate this new information into my models and my ...
    colleagues and I at Drekar would trade on it. I had resigned myself to finding a newer and better source. Mike’s stuff was good, but he wasn’t giving it up as often. Drekar was like a nymphomaniac that required a constant stream of hot, wet, fresh information. My bosses were insatiable. They were already all over me, pressuring me to come up with intelligence on other companies and other technologies. And yet, they were using my higher profile as a marketing tool – Drekar has the “Chip Babe” – the clients loved that shit and even more money poured into our latest fund. Buzz is fun, and my ego adored it. But in my business, you eat what you kill and I still had to slaughter. A week before a big conference in San Diego, I got an email from Mike, saying he was going to be there, and would I be in attendance? I had actually planned to return to Wharton – the b-school had invited me to join their advisory panel – but I was worried that things were over with Mike and this conference was probably my last opportunity to use him. The gaping maw at Drekar had to be fed, so I committed to attending. I was in my hotel room in San Diego, when I got the text from Mike. “Room 422.” I replied, “CU in 5.” I needed a few minutes to give him an evening he wouldn’t forget. I’d gone to La Perla and invested some of my last bonus in an extraordinary red bra and panty set. The silk cups were embroidered with gold leaves and edged with delicate gold lace. The panties were high cut and exaggerated the ...
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