Man-Eater: Chapter Four - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Four

Eve’s panties hung from her rearview mirror as she drove home. At every turn, they’d sway back and forth, reminding her of how incredibly horny she was. She even hiked up her skirt, exposing her dripping snatch to whoever cared to look. With the other drivers concentrating on the road, nobody gawked at her wet pussy, much to her dismay. However, as she relived the day’s events, Eve decided that she wanted some hot, no-strings sex.

Stalking her boss sounded like fun, but Eve knew that idea lacked wisdom. While some hot food sounded wonderful, the voluptuous beauty decided that the edibles, the company’s Aphrodite strain, would suffice as sustenance. As she readied herself for a night out, she munched on a few of the sugar-coated, watermelon-flavored intoxicants, then sent a few more down her throat for good measure.

Getting ready to go out took less than an hour; all that Eve needed to do was to make a few, minor wardrobe adjustments and to redo her makeup. The destination she had in mind required a special look. The club, Rule 34, was a dance club, known for its tendency to get sexually wild. The drinks were top-tier, the food was edible, and the patrons dressed to thrill. It was also known as quite the meat market, and that was exactly what Eve intended to use it for.

Rather than her usual slutty, sultry, and wantonly sexy but professional makeup, she took advantage of her smooth, creamy, pale skin and went with dark eyes, obsidian, sparkling blackness on her ...

... eyelids. Dark rouge offset her skin tone, making her flesh seem almost albino in contrast. A deep purple lipstick, outlined in thin wisps of crow-black, finished the look. Three locks of her long, wavy hair were braided into a long tendril that cascaded down one side of her face.

As Eve loved the effect her tight, houndstooth “overall” skirt had on everyone, she kept that on, trading her alluring but professional top for a slutty, white crop top. The top used to be a designer T-shirt, but she’d hacked most of it away, and it now only extended a few inches past her breasts. If the seductress raised her arms over her head, the bottom swells of her breasts peeked out. The straps of her skirt kept the flimsy top in place, and Eve was transformed from looking like the secretary that spent her entire day on her knees to the outer appearance of a slut that would soon be begging to have her mouth forced over a hard cock.

Feeling the effects of the incredibly potent edibles, Eve opted to buy a ride to the club rather than attempt to drive while intoxicated. The Dryve-Ryde app showed her that a driver was nearby, and she booked them, having a few minutes before her ride arrived. The ensemble needed something more, a little kicker. Spying some leftover wrapping paper and ribbons from months ago, she tore at some blue, crinkle ribbons and wove a couple of strands of it into her hair. That gave her a playful but deadly look. She looked nearly Goth and completely fuckable.

As her ...