Man-Eater: Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Six

... around, placing both hands on the desk, bending over just enough to make the thin, black frock expose the barest hint of ass cheeks.

Mr. Moore could only stare in lust-filled silence. The black-clad beauty smiled, devilishly, and giggled.

“Well, answer me!” she began. “Oh, I see. Your juicy cock is doing the talking for you. Let’s get to work. What else is there to do? Let’s work hard.I like it hard.Anyway, as I was saying, guess what panties I’m wearing, rather than try to sneak peeks up my skirt.”

“I don’t think that’s appropriate.”

“But texting me about them while you’re out with your wife on your anniversary is perfectly fine. Guess what I’m wearing; we can make it our game, to make work a bit more fun. I won't tell. No matter what we do, together, I’ll never tell anyone, especially your wife.”

“Are they lacy?”

“Guess again.”

Mr. Moore and Eve wiled away the hours. Interspersed through the day’s work was an ever-increasing, sexual banter. Eve had him hard before her coffee had stopped steaming, and she kept the lusty pressure on, making him suffer. Every so often, Victor would shoot out a guess, either color, style, or material. Sometimes, she’d act surprised, as if he had guessed, then shoot him down with even more innuendo. Other times, Eve would just tell him to guess again, adding sexual overtones and calling him a filthy, little pervert.

As the day wore on, multiple calls came in on Victor’s private line. Problems, issues, and headaches ...

... became the theme of the day. Though she distracted her boss with suggestive mannerisms, sultry sexiness, and teasing, Mr. Moore grew increasingly agitated as the hours passed.

“Do your panties match your bra?”

Eve undid the top button of her mini-dress, exposing so much of her breasts that her nipples were in danger of being revealed. “Who says I’m wearing one? Oh, your wife is calling. I’ll get it.” She answered the phone, rocking back and forth in her chair, not bothering to button up her dress.

“Mr. Moore’s private line. How may we help you?” Eve paused, smiling, then frowning. Her boss was leering at her boobs, unconcerned with his wife, at that moment.

“Oh, yes, Mrs. Moore; I’m so happy that Mr. Moore gave you your dream anniversary.” She paused, listening. “He’s preoccupied right now, staring down something juicy, if you know what I mean…men and work, work, work!” She shimmied her shoulders back and forth, making her perfect tits jiggle a bit. “I’ll see if I get his attention.”

Smiling seductively, the azure-eyed seductress stood and raised the side of her dress over her stocking tops. Turned sideways to him, so Victor couldn’t see her butt or overheating pussy, just more flesh, she sensually and erotically presented her thigh, lifting the hem halfway up to her hip. She did it coyly, teasing him mercilessly, but not showing enough to reveal her lack of panties.

“I have his attention. Hang on.”

She stood, loudly saying, “Your wife is on line one, sir. She ...