Man-Eater: Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Six

... sexy woman he wanted to seduce. Victor, however, got the benefit of her words describing her actions.

“No, silly,” the Azure-eyed vixen retorted. “Mr. Moore just left.” Eve placed her bare foot over her boss’ growing erection, and, looking him straight in the eyes, said, “Something big just came up.”

“Eve,” Victor hissed in a lust-filled whisper. “What are you…”

Eve hushed him with a gesture, her lacy panties dangling from her finger as she did so. Into the phone, she said, “And it feelssooo gooodto just wiggle my toes.” She flexed her toes repeatedly as she said that, caressing Mr. Moore’s cock through his pants. Her bare heel pressed against his balls, and she could feel the heat of his arousal warming her sole.

The pale-skinned woman listened, giggling a bit, and she bit her bottom lips, showing her desire. Holding the panties to her pouting lips, her long, languid tongue snaked out, licking them.

“But I need to redo my toenail polish.” She gripped the crotch of the panties in her white teeth and tugged on them, stretching them out. Relaxing her jaw, the lace thong snapped back into her hand, and Eve passionately caressed her torso with them, sighing. When her panty-holding hand got to her hot, smooth thighs, she laid her lingerie over her thigh, the crotch resting millimeters from her exposed, wet slit.

“Do you like black?” she cooed into the phone, staring at Victor’s captivated visage. His eyes were riveted on the black panties, so she massaged her ...

... steaming flesh with them. Then, Eve laughed into the phone. “Oh, you’re so funny, Jeff. I think guys with a sense of humor are so sexy. But, I didn’t promise that I’d wear a bikini.”

Eve’s foot began stroking Mr. Moore’s erection through his pants, running up and down with agonizing slowness. Victor just sat in his chair, immobilized by lust.

“Down, big boy,” she laughed, her voice lilting with horny undercurrents. “I don’t care what you claim the ‘other girls’ are going to be wearing; this is a business meeting, remember? I’ll probably show up wearing a stuffy, business dress.”

Eve’s panties, still clutched in her hand, grazed over her now-dripping pussy. Some wispy tendrils of her sexual nectar clung to the black lace.

“So, sexy Jeffy, did you like those ribs I recommended the other night?” She tossed her now-wet panties onto the desk. Eve’s perfectly-manicured fingers ran over her pussy, her index finger sloshing through the wetness between the lips.

“Weren’t they just sohot,”she spread her pussy lips and thrust her hips toward her boss’ face. “Juicy, and so soaked that thejuices were just dripping off of them?”

Eve, listening to whatever Happy Trees' newest grower had to say, scooped up her liquid sex and brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking her juices off of them. “So wet,” she said, looking directly at Victor’s stunned, gasping face.

“Oooh,” she sighed, running a finger over her engorged, lust-swollen clit, then leaning forward to wipe her cummy ...