Man-Eater: Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Seven

Eve spent her morning masturbating furiously since there was no need to get up early and race to work. Having slept for several hours longer than usual, she awakened refreshed, energetic, and insatiably horny. With toys and fingers plunging into both of her holes, she fucked herself into oblivion. The reason for this was that the dark-haired, conniving woman did her best seduction planning when she was so highly aroused that sexual bliss consumed her. By her third orgasm, she’d concocted her diabolical plans.

Usually, Eve waited at least two or three weeks before she seduced her bosses. It secured her position and allowed her an almost infinite amount of latitude. Having the pussy gave her all the power, and she knew it. Her seductive wiles gave her leverage in the workplace, and it was a harsh world, so any advantage was worthwhile.

This time, however, was different. Not only did Eve find Mr. Moore sexy enough to subdue and sexually enslave, but she also both enjoyed and had an affinity for her new position. The pay was good, far more than she’d been earning flipping burgers, and the endless supply of free weed held a certain appeal, as well. What made her smile, though, was that Victor was quite receptive to her antics. He’d be the big, bullish boss to everyone else in his green empire, but all it took was a flash of panties, and he became putty in her hands. Somehow, all of this made her want to excel; that was exceedingly rare.

With all of that in mind, the ...

... blue-eyed succubus spent the rest of her day pampering herself. Her attire for the night was meticulously chosen for visual impact, teasing and flirting, and to wow her boss’ business associates. She swept the contents of her vanity off its top with a single arm sweep, all the makeup and accessories scattering to the floor. Selecting only her highest-quality, waterproof makeup, she sat in her vanity chair, masturbating more as she waited for the edibles she’d eaten for breakfast to take effect.

After another orgasm, she inserted a vibrating toy that merrily buzzed inside her aching pussy while she researched Jeff Thomas, his company, and his associates. Having already held a few playful phone conversations with him, both in the office and at home, she had a good idea of how to subdue him. Of course, she wanted to impress her boss by making all the other weed businessmen jealous. It was her job description, after all.

By the time six o’clock came, Eve was dressed to impress, sitting at her window sill, awaiting Victor’s arrival. Her all-day-long masturbation marathon didn’t sate her horny lust; it only heightened it. An aching, sexual need still permeated her essence to the point that she almost grabbed a toy to play with for the ride to the party.

“I have him under my spell, and tonight’s the night I make him need me.”

Mr. Moore arrived precisely on time. Eve waved from her third-story window, some of her cunt nectar dripping from her hand, and ran out, smiling at ...