Man-Eater: Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Seven

... and the entire grounds were walled off with privacy fencing. His house was more a mansion than a standard dwelling, and the pool house that Eve could see, past the back of the home, looked to be at least twice the size of her apartment. Myriad vehicles, all of them expensive and flashy or sporty, lined the curving drive. Music and general revelry could be heard.

“I have to say this about your line of work, Victor, your business associates sure know how to party.”

“Victor Moore,” a tall, slightly older man said as they exited Mr. Moore’s luxury sedan. Eve knew that he was Jeff Thomas. “Nice to see you again.”

The two business owners shook hands, but Jeff’s eyes roamed up and down Eve’s body. Aware of this, she had ensured that her posture was perfect. Despite wearing a classy, slightly conservative, shimmering blue, classy dress—one suitable for business—Eve looked steaming hot. Her makeup was smoky and seductive with a hint of glittery shine, and the dress clung to her impressive curves, accentuating but not overtly advertising them. She looked devastatingly seductive and sexy, but not slutty.

“And this just has to be Evil Eve!” Mr. Thomas smiled. “I see that you were just teasing me, weren’t you?”

Eve smiled, her digital tablet in hand, and jogged up to Jeff. He lecherously leered at her bouncing boobs, his graying mustache turning up at the corners. Mr. Thomas was dressed in sandals, jeans, and an oversized button-down shirt. The way his steel-gray eyes ...

... wandered over her body let the young woman know that she was already completely in control of him. She ignored his extended hand as she approached and threw her arms around him, hugging him closely as she rubbed her boobs over his chest. Eve even thrust her crotch against his cock, just to enthrall him.

“You know you love it, you big pervert.” She smiled and brazenly gazed at his crotch. “Very big pervert.”

“Well, come on around, y’all,” Jeff boisterously yelled. “We got wieners on the grill, an open bar, and the pool’s open…even if you didn’t wear your bikini.”

Eve winked at Victor, making him smirk, and she put her arms around both of the men’s waists. “Lead on, big Jeff. Those greenhouses way out back, are they your personal plants, or is that part of your business?”

“Nah, sweet thing. They’re my wife’s greenhouses. She insisted on growing roses and other shit. Funny thing, though,” Mr. Thomas laughed, “she spends all day out there with the gardener, and nothing ever grows!” He laughed at his own joke, knowing fully well that this wife was having an affair with their gardener. Jeff didn’t care; that permitted him to rut with every willing woman he could find.

“You dirty, nasty boy,” Eve purred. “Although she was facing and speaking to Jeff, she let her other hand drop, caressing Victor’s butt. “I think you like the implications of that, don’t you?”

“You know me, Missy.”

“All too well, big stud.”

The scene behind his towering mansion was awe-inspiring. At ...