Man-Eater: Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Seven

... Victor.

“No short shorts, I see,” he mused.

“It’s a business party, which means I’m representing you. Have no fear, big boss; I’ll impress them for you. Do you have my panties?”

“As your boss, Eve, I think I’ll keep them.”

Eve chuckled at that. Some men tried to assert their dominance when things got heated; she was used to that. Staring at him, her eyes wide and soulful, she smiled her horny smile, placing her hand on his thigh. The contact point was so high up on his leg that she was almost touching his cock.

“As your employee, secretary, and personal assistant, sir,” she let that last word drip with bratty innuendo, it’s my job to make sure that you don’t get into trouble with your wife. That means no evidence that you’re a horny voyeur. Give them to me, now!”

Her tone was perfectly executed. It was commanding and demeaning, all while giving just enough playfulness to sound like the command was made in jest. Nonetheless, her boss reached into the front pocket of his tailored trousers and pulled out her messy and soiled black lace thong.

“Wow, Victor, how many times did you jerk into my lingerie?” She ran her fingers over the dried cum stains, then brought them up to her nose, inhaling deeply.

“Sorry,” her tone was unapologetic, “I have this thing about men and cum. I know, too much information. Drive, already, big boss.” Rather than put the panties away, she licked at his dried cum and moaned.

“Are you sure a classy dress is the way to go with ...

... this?” he asked as they drove. “Jeff sounded pretty psyched when you mentioned wearing shorts or a bikini.”

“Trust me,” she soothed. “I have everything wellin hand.” Her hand moved up an inch or two, gripping his cock through his pants.

Mr. Moore, feeling guilty about the previous day, tried to keep the conversation on business, but he found himself powerless against Eve’s sexual onslaught of teasing and innuendo. He quickly succumbed to her heated innuendo and fondling.

“What panties are you wearing? I’ll guess a thong.”

The sable-haired vixen, her long locks up in a tight, business-like bun, looked at him with lusty passion and said, “Play your cards right, big boss, and I’ll give you a close-up view, later.”

By the time they’d arrived at Mr. Thomas’ home, Victor’s cock was so hard that it throbbed in horny need. They’d also devised their plan of action—Eve’s plan. He’d play the successful, confident boss role, and she’d woo them with her feminine wiles, clinching the deal.

“Don’t worry, sir,” she stated, running her hand over his quivering leg, “I did my homework like a good girl. I’ll have Jeffy under my control before the night’s over. You do think I’m a good girl, don’t you, boss?” She added an extra squeeze on his shaft to get her point across.

Jeff Thomas’ home was more of a sprawling estate. The marijuana-growing business had been good to him. A long, paved driveway, several hundred yards in length, snaked through an immaculately landscaped lawn, ...