1. Man-Eater: Chapter Eight


    Date: 8/12/2024, Categories: Seduction, Author: krystalg 

    In one week, Eve had not only made herself indispensable to her new boss, but she also had him slavering over her. Of course, her mouth lunging up and down his hardness eroded his resolve, as well. As soon as Victor’s luxurious car skidded into the apartment complex’s parking lot, she pulled her mouth off his cock, purposely letting her saliva drip all over his hard shaft and pants.

“Be a dear, big boss, and grab my things, then meet me up there,” she pointed.

As if it were perfectly natural and not at all taboo, Eve jumped out of the vehicle, slamming the door loudly, and leisurely strolled across the parking lot wearing only her high heels and a provocative smile. A few passersby, drivers on the busy road beside her building, honked their horns, shouting compliments and obscenities. She just smiled and waved, her large, perfect breasts bouncing, exaggeratedly. Unlocking the door, she entered her cluttered apartment, leaving the door wide open.

Inside the car, Victor mentally struggled, an intense, ethical battle raging inside his head. No woman, not even his wife, had ever made him yearn for sexual release like Eve had. Married for only a few years, the sexual bonfires of lust had waned in his marriage. Still, though, he had never physically strayed. His hard cock throbbed, wagging back and forth and giving its opinion of what he should do. Resisting temptation, Mr. Moore tentatively decided that he wouldn’t stray. The complications it could cause in the workplace ...
    ... or the fact that it could destroy his marriage gave just a bit more mass in the “cons” department until Eve sent him a text.

Her message was simple, just a single picture of her masturbating, with the message, “Hurry up! It won’t lick itself.” She had two fingers thrust deeply into her cunt, her juices pouring out with such volume that her pussy was oozing and shiny. Her fingers were dripping.

As soon as he saw that, Victor screamed in agonized lust, his fists pounding on the padded, leather-covered steering wheel. He shut off his car, kicked the door shut, put his quavering erection back inside his pants, and trudged up the stairs toward his assistant’s abode. His inner voice gave him lectures on morality every step of the way; his inner, sexual demons vanquished the voices of reason. Eve was sex on legs, and he was about to get some.

“You were out there almost two minutes. I was getting ready to call some friends to scratch my itch,” Eve said to him as he entered. She was splayed on her stained, rickety couch, furiously masturbating. “Get your fucking pants off, Mr. Moore, and finger my hot cunt while you pack that pipe on the table.”

In a tormented voice, Victor lamented, “Eve, we’re coworkers, and you even work for me. I’m also married! This is just wrong, terribly wrong.”

“I know!” Eve exclaimed, passionately moaning as she fingered herself. “Doesn’t that make it so fucking hot? Come here and fuck me.”

“I can’t”

“Oh, I see, you fucking hypocrite. You ...
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