Man-Eater: Chapter Four - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Four

... while appearing ignorant of her surroundings. The subtle art of reacting to another’s attention, all while making it seem natural and organic, was her medium. When he first glanced her way, she raised her arms high, thrusting her hips back and forth to the rhythm of the music. When he looked a second time, she turned about, bending over while she humped her body up and down, as if fucking the biggest cock, ever, and displayed her scrumptious behind. When he advanced from stealing furtive glances to outright staring, she turned toward the man.

“You need to relax,” she purred to him as seductively as she could muster. Her voice sounded orgasmic, and her breath came out in mewling moans. “Stop thinking about it, and just do it.”

The handsome man, with green eyes, she noted, smiled at her and nodded. He then proceeded to flop around randomly, as out of time with the beat as one could possibly be.

“Come here.” Eve stopped humping the air and spread her arms open, beckoning him to approach. For good measure, she shimmied her shoulders back and forth, making her braless tits jiggle and bounce.

The man looked around nervously, shrugged, and then approached Eve. She wrapped her hands around his waist, enjoying the hardness of his muscles beneath his clothing. Pressing her nubile body against his, her ample bosoms against his chest, she began gyrating her hips in and out to the beat of the techno music playing.

“Forget everything around you, and concentrate on ...

... the music,” she seductively cooed. “Pretend you’re fucking me and get into the rhythm of our bodies moving together.”

He was clumsy and far too worried about how he looked, but Eve got him to loosen up a bit as the song progressed. Within a few minutes, he was moving along with her, and she turned around, taking his hands into hers, and pressed her ass against his groin.

“Now move along with me. Feel it! Can you feel the way my body moves?”

She ground her sexy, shapely ass against his swelling cock, humping him in time with the music. Gyrating, writhing, and swaying, Eve, with her hands still intertwined with his, ran their hands up her torso, over her breasts, down her sides, and over her thighs. The feel of his warm flesh against her skin made her moan, and she furiously ground her ass against his now-hard manhood.

Within moments, his hands began exploring her overheating body on their own, so Eve reached back, grabbed the man’s hips, and pulled his hardness more firmly into her wanton posterior. They found their sweet spot, and while still a bit clumsy, he was dancing with her, in time with both Eve and the music. Then, another woman showed up; her face was a mask of ire.

Eve untangled herself from the man she was seducing and adopted an apologetic expression. Women don’t glower at each other like that unless one is encroaching on their territory. The flushed cheeks, fire in her eyes, and balled-up fists were all Eve needed to come to the appropriate ...