Man-Eater: Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Six

... once more.

Mr. Moore, succumbing to his stress, shot her an aggravated look, holding both of his palms up and out in a dramatic shrug. She shook her head back and forth, making her long, sable hair shimmy about, then raised a finger over her pursed lips, quieting him. From her vantage, she was staring down at him with a perfect view of his fuming face and seated body.

The seductress ran her empty hand down her torso, slowly and sexily. She undid the bottom button, near the hem, and wagged her finger at her boss. Jack Callie was giving Victor lots of grief; his animated voice was screaming about something. That didn’t dissuade Eve one bit; the caller’s ire inspired her to be extra slutty.

She placed her hands on her knees and slowly spread her legs, showing him her hot, wet, bare pussy. Mr. Moore’s face instantly went from enraged to delighted. His eyes lit up like bonfires, and he smiled, broadly, finally jovial once more.

“None at all,” she huskily whispered to him. “Don’t let the asshole get you down. He doesn’t have what you’ve got, and he never will,big boss.” With those two, final words, enunciated to intentionally be sultry and passionate, Eve delicately placed her foot over his crotch and gave it a gentle rub.

“We’re through, Callie. You got that? Also, on a personal note, go fuck yourself. Remember, your business is a reflection of you, and you suck.”

Mr. Moore, drooling over his employee’s cunt, ended the call and slammed the phone on the desk. In ...

... a stuttering, worried voice, he said. “Thank you, I so…so, umm, needed that. But, what do I do now?”

“Leave everything to me, sir.” She picked up the phone, then opened her fist, showing him her lace thong. “I brought these in today, as well, just in case you prefer me in panties rather than my hot, wet, juicy cunt.”

As she spoke, she ran the thong across her lips and cheeks, down her body, and, finally, to her thighs. When she said, “cunt,” she began sopping up her wetness with the panties. Once Eve had her boss sexually hypnotized, she dialed Jeff Thomas’ private number. He answered quickly.

“Is this my favorite, sexy stud, Jeff? How’s it hanging, sexy? How are things at T&L Cultivators?”

Eve listened for a moment, smiling down at Victor as she ran the panties over her inner thighs. Her boss could only stare, mouth agape. The horny woman was giggling into the phone. Her pussy was volcanic. Usually, it took a couple of weeks to sexually mesmerize and lustily enthrall her bosses, but a perfect storm of opportunities has put her in the eye of the tornado called desire.

“Mmm, aah, that feels good,” she mewed into the phone’s receiver. The sexy woman shifted position, scooting her butt up to the edge of the desk. As she did that, she let her pumps fall from her feet. Then, she moaned. She continued talking to Jeff Thomas but peppered the conversation with a running, slutty, narrative of her boss’ horny pleasure. Mr. Thomas had no clue; to his mind, she was just a ...