Eve sat down in her favorite comfy arm chair with her laptop to check her email, brushing her dark curls from her eyes as she focused her attention on the screen. She quickly sifted through the spam and flagged the emails she needed to respond to, then cleared her inbox. As she was closing the lid to her laptop, the chime that let her know she'd received a new message sounded and she decided to give it a look before hitting the sack.
She recognized the sender as the automatically generated response form that generally contained a reader comment on one of her stories. She loved getting feedback from readers, so she clicked the message open, hoping for praise. She was surprised by what she saw:
I loved your story. It made my dick throb while I read it. I'll be thinking about eating your cum filled pussy while I jerk off tonight.
Eve's breath caught as her nipples tightened with arousal. She wondered who this man was and if he was touching himself right now while he thought of her. The thought made her surprisingly wet. While she had an active imagination that ran free in her stories, she lived a pretty quiet life. She'd never found a partner who was very sexually uninhibited and she was too busy to date much. As a result, she spent most nights at home pleasuring herself before going to bed and didn't know what it was like to go home with a stranger.
On impulse, she shot him a message back, telling him what she planned to do to herself while she in turn thought of him before she went into her bedroom and eased the aching in her pussy with her pink vibrator.
The next night as Eve logged on she'd received another message from her cyber admirer, this time with pictures of him rubbing his enormous cock. She set up her camera and shot a few of her dripping cunt and messaged him back.
Immediately, the computer chimed its response.
Want to meet?
Eve swallowed hard. This was the kind of thing everyone warned you about. You couldn't just go meeting strange men offline...anything could happen. The excitement and the danger mingled in her brain as she weighed the consequences. She reopened the pictures of the man's cock and hit reply.
Where?
Eve wrote down the address and ran to her closet to change. She stripped of the conservative clothes she'd worn to work and replaced them with a skin tight mini dress with nothing underneath, paired with thigh-high suede boots. She threw a trench coat over everything and headed out the door.
When she arrived at the address she'd been given, her heart began to pound, the sound thundering in her ears. She immediately started to doubt the wisdom of coming here. The building was dark, there wasn't a soul stirring, and there wasn't a single car in the lot besides hers. She was about to get back in her car when the lights turned on inside. Maybe he had come in through the back and didn't know she'd arrived yet. She had come all this way; she might as well go in and see if the packaging matched that gorgeous cock.
She wandered down the dark hallway toward the light and found herself in a large, empty office. There was a large mahogany desk and to one side of the room and several framed documents flanked it on the wall. She leaned across the desk to make out the name on the law degree she saw when a hand pushed her face-down onto the desk.
She let out a yelp of surprise and received a firm slap on the ass.
