Man-Eater: Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Six

Eve awakened before the dawn, her fingers immediately burying themselves in her wetness. Not only was she still incredibly horny, but she needed a morning orgasm or two to put herself into the proper mindset. After the events of the previous evening, Eve was more than ready to enslave Victor, her boss. Covered in the dried cum of Jeff, Marsha, and herself and smiling in reverie, she took a long, hot shower and groomed herself. Her hands sensuously roamed over her nude body, exploring every hole and each millimeter of her pale, smooth, flesh.

Her sable hair was given extra attention, an herbal treatment that made it shimmer with a vibrant sheen. Eve’s light and supple skin was rejuvenated with high-quality lotions, and she applied her makeup dark and smoky. When she was done readying her body for her day, she looked almost whorish. It was perfect, and her chosen look would accentuate the sexiness of her meticulously picked outfit.

For maximum, sexually-lethal effectiveness, she went with a simple frock. Muted, understated sexiness would further draw attention to her lust-inducing curves, large and gravity-defying breasts, and erection-causing ass. A black mini-dress with the hem only covering about the top third of her thighs was her only garment. It was a simple affair, a sort of sexy mockery of business casual.

To the untrained eye, the dress appeared to be a button-down business shirt, as it strongly resembled an Oxford. However, the cut was designed to subtly ...

... conform to the curves of the feminine figure, and the topmost button was at the mid-chest level, the rest of the tops sweeping up and outward, out to her shoulders, showing lots of skin and boob. The fold-down collar was cut wide, adding a bit of elegant style while drawing one’s eyes to her cleavage. The slightly-large, tortoiseshell buttons were widely spaced, and the straight hem billowed with every step due to the thin cotton material.

The addition of a broad, black belt around her waist gave the dress some extra flair; it not only added more sexy style, but it also made the thin material cinch around her waist, which enhanced the full roundness of her amazing ass. Her sheer, lace-topped, all-black thigh-highs barely reached above the hem of the short dress. If she sat, elongated her stride, or bent over, the tops of her sexy stockings were fully on display.

Having the day’s events—at least the outcome—loosely planned, as a good seductress doesn’t attempt to adhere to rigidity, Eve eschewed undergarments. She did, however, stow a pair of black, lace panties in her purse, just in case her boss preferred drooling over her thong-covered snatch instead of a bare cunt. In that short dress, if she bent deeply, her lack of panties became evident. That brought a naughty, scheming smile to her pouting lips.

“Perfect,” she said as she air-kissed her reflection. “Today, he’s going to surrender to me.”

Horny, emboldened, and as mentally prepared as she could be, Eve left the ...