Man-Eater: Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Seven

... a time, was peeled off her perfectly-formed butt. Eve knew that her ass was amazing because she’d devoted a large portion of her time to working out to maintain the body that got her the attention she craved. She giggled at the comments, some of them respectful and some of them outright pornographic.

Under her scandalous shorts, Eve wore the matching bottoms to her bikini top. They were cut high, tying at her waist, and the front material was so thin, just a tapered swatch of cloth less than two inches wide at the top and so thin near the crotch that her pussy lips almost spilled out, drew the eye to her the cleft between her pussy lips. The back was even skimpier, just a few millimeters at the bottom of her butt and not much larger on top.

“Too skimpy for you boys?” she teased, pirouetting around. They were flabbergasted, her sexual allure so intense that they devolved into grunting Neanderthals. “Get your pencil nice and sharp for me, Jeff. I’m going to get myself all wet for you, then we can play big business.”

With a shriek, Eve ran toward the pool and did a cannonball, causing a huge splash. She knew that she’d become the veritable belle of the ball, but it was all part of her plan. The fact that she now had instant, easy access to any of the men involved in the trade was just a bonus. She made certain to come up for air, spraying water out of her mouth, which drew more attention. Then she dove beneath the water's surface, wiggling her sexy bottom as it raised ...

... above the pool’s surface. Eve backstroked to the edge, displaying both her perfect boobs and the fact that her bikini became translucent when wet, then climbed out of the pool. Her nipples were so hard from the smoke, her teasing, and the cold water that they tingled.

“Oh, sorry, guys,” she cooed. “I had no idea that this was so see-through.” She ran one hand down her body, wiping off stray drops of water, to pontificate her statement. “Should I put my dress back on?”

“No. Don’t do that. We don’t mind,” her sexually enslaved chorus chanted.

“Now, Big Jeff, we have business to discuss. Oh, but there’s only one place to sit left! You don’t mind my wet crotch on your lap, do you?”

“Oooh, aah!” the men chorused.

Eve led her host, Mr. Jeff Thomas, away from the crowd, pushing him down into the only available chair. Smiling at him, she plopped onto his lap, her mostly-uncovered ass wiggling over his cock.

“Here’s our proposal.” she handed him her tablet, wiggling around until she felt his shaft grow hard beneath her. Then, as she turned to face him, she pressed her bountiful tit into his chest. “I assume that you have a proposal for me, as well.”

“Not yet. We aren’t all lucky enough to have PAs.” He began saying something else, but his voice trailed off to an aroused moan as she rocked her ass back and forth on his hardness.

Mr. Thomas took the tablet and went over the contract. Eve did her best to distract him, eventually going from wiggling in his lap to ...