Man-Eater: Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Six

... fluids over Mr. Moore’s lips. “Can I let you in on adirty, nasty secret?” She bunched up her panties, masturbating with them.

Eve licked her lips as she stared at Victor’s bulge. Her foot was still fondling his shaft. “Oh, Jeff,” Eve moaned, not masking her horniness. “You’re such a pervert. I like that. I have first-hand knowledge that Mr. Moore isso excited right now that we’ll probably strike a deal tomorrow. In fact, I think we might drop those Meta-Pharm assholes and go with you. Would like to be in bed with me, I mean business-wise, of course.”

Eve raised her feet, removing her foot from Victor’s hard shaft, and placed them on the arms of his chair. The hand between her legs sped up, and her panties grew saturated.

“So, big stud, my question is…oooh, aah… do I need to bring a covered dish or something as etiquette requires, or are you cooking?” She listened, giving a few moaning “Mmm-hmm” sounds. Eve was tossing her head back and forth by then, her stomach quivering.

“Oh, I loveshoving my lips down over a big, hard sausage! And corn? On or off the cob?”

Eve listened, her cheeks flushing with desire. She raised the panties to her mouth and sucked her horny ambrosia from the crotch. Victor Moore, afraid to touch her, ran his fingers through his hair and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.

“On the cob! My favorite. Big or little ears?” Eve laughed her horny, slutty laugh at whatever he said. “I like them big, of course. I’m a woman, after ...

... all.”

Eve winked at her hyperventilating boss and continued.

“I like themthree fingers thick.” She held up three fingers, the index, middle, and ring fingers, together, and ran them up and down between her dripping pussy lips. Drops of her arousal plummeted from her overheated flesh.

“Then, I like to drown it increamy goodness,” her slit was pouring out fluid, her fingers making erotic, sloshing sounds. “Then justplunge,” she continued, plunging those three digits inside her pulsing, needy cunt and fucking herself for Victor’s voyeuristic pleasure. “Into it withwild abandon.”

Eve listened, moaning, grunting, and sighing as she masturbated. “Oh, no! I hate pickles on my meat. I want to relish the feel, taste, and texture of themeat in my mouth.But you can drown me in condiments. You can spray it all over until it drips all over me.”

Eve laughed; Victor covered his mouth. His chest was heaving in desire, his legs shaking with lust.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, stud.” Eve picked up her panties and began sopping up her wetness with them, humping her heat against them. “Once I get some thick, juicy meat inside of me, I can’t stop until I’mcompletely stuffed.”

On those last, two words, Eve gave Victor a naughty, orgasmic smile, her face showing only unadulterated lust, and she shoved her thong panties deep into her oozing cunt. Only part of the waistband could be seen, hanging out of her throbbing hole.

“Okay, Big Jeff,” she responded. “Have your proposal ready for us. ...