Page 45 of The Man Handler

I thrust upward. Run my fingers along the slit of my pussy, smearing his sticky treat into my pubic hairs. “That’s right, bust that nut, baby.”

I keep my eye on the prize. Watch him as he rapidly jerks himself. The head of his dick swells, then white cream oozes out of its eye like molten lava from a volcano before it erupts, ejecting his nut in hot, thick spurts.

I let out a moan.

“Oh, shit…oh, shit…” He continues stroking himself, and another nut squirts out onto my stomach, then titties. His dick continues erupting one nut after the other, soaking up the neatly trimmed patch of hair surrounding my pussy.

I twirl my hips; rub his load of cum into my skin; grind my ass down into the mattress as he is smearing his cum all over my slippery clit, and into my pubic hair. He is still holding his dick in his left hand, stroking out another nut. And I am grabbing his greedy fingers, pulling them, and his hand, into my wetness. I let out a deep, heavy moan. I am on the brink of another orgasm. Wade senses this, and begins to flick my clit with his thumb, then presses down on it. I let out a deafening scream, and cum in a thunderous roar.

I lie here for a moment, allow myself to savor the moment, then quickly jump up and out of bed. I don’t wait for him to lie down and roll over on his side. There is no time for getting comfortable. No time for drifting off into a peaceful, fuck-induced slumber. I get out of bed, and turn the lights on, blowing out the candles that have burned down to almost nothing. He understands what this means. Get your shit, and go!

“Thanks for the nut,” I say, glancing over my shoulder at him, heading towards the bathroom.

“Anytime,” he says. “Damn, that pussy felt good.”

I smile, grabbing two hand towels from out of the linen closet. “So was that dick,” I say back. I catch my reflection in the mirror as I wet the rags with hot water and liquid Dial soap. You a bad bitch, I think, smirking. I turn off the water, and return to where Wade is now sitting—on the edge of the bed. I hand one of the towels to him.

“I guess this means I can’t shower here,” he says, looking up at me.

“Basically,” I say, sitting down next to him.

“I can dig it. It’s all good,” he says, wiping his dick and balls clean. I hold my hand out for the towel when he is done, handing him the other one. He wipes his face and neck with it, then gets up and walks towards the bathroom. I listen as he pulls the lid up, hitting the toilet water with heavy streams of piss.

I sigh, glancing over at the digital clock. 10:42 p.m.

He washes his hands, then returns to where I am sitting. He stands in front of me; his shiny dick dangling over his large balls. I shift my eyes, lock them onto his. He leans in and kisses me on the forehead.

“I guess this is it.”

I nod. “Yes, it is. What we shared has run its course.”

“So, why’d you let me come over?” he asks, studying me.

“Do you want me to keep it real with you?”

He nods. “Most definitely.”

“’Cause I wanted to feel that dick inside of me one last time,” I admit, standing up to face him.

“It doesn’t have to be the last time,” he says cautiously, almost pleadingly.

“For me it does.” I step into his space and touch the side of his face. “I only wanted you to fuck me.”

He grabs his semi-erect dick. “And did I rise to the occasion?” he asks, grinning.

“With flying colors,” I state, smiling back at him. I give him a serious look. “Wade, I want you to know that I think you are a great catch. You’re handsome. Intelligent. Driven. Ambitious. You have a great body and”—I glance down at his now rock-hard dick—“an amazing dick. One day, I know you’ll meet someone who can appreciate all the things you bring to the table.”

“But that someone isn’t you, right?” he asks, but it is meant as a statement.

I shake my head. “No. And it never will be.”

“That’s really too bad,” he says, shaking his head. “But I have to respect your decision.”

I shrug. “Maybe it is. I only know you deserve more than what I can give you.”

“Look, baby. I’m cool with only fucking you. It doesn’t have to go any further than that. Yeah, I got caught up in my feelings, but I’m cool. Like I said, we can keep it to me strictly sticking this dick in you, then bouncing. No questions asked.”

I purse my lips, then part a sly grin as my eyes slowly travel over his nipples, to his abs, his navel and between his thighs, to his beautiful, mouthwatering dick.

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