Page 49 of The Man Handler

“I’ve been a naughty girl, Officer,” I coo into the phone. “I need to be placed under arrest.”

“Is that so,” he says, lowering his voice. “And what should I arrest you for?”

“For wanting to swallow your fat dick down in my throat, then feel it deep inside my hot pussy,” I answer.

“That doesn’t seem like a crime to me,” he says, playing along.

“Well, it will be when I fuck you to death.”

He laughs. “Sounds like I may need back-up.”

“Baby,” I coo, “the only thing you need to back you up is this soft, fat ass. So, bring your handcuffs and that thick dick of yours. My tight pussy is wet and ready to be wrapped around your delicious cock.”

He pauses. I can tell his dick is hard, and I have him thinking. “Umm, let’s make it for six-thirty.”

I laugh to myself, telling him that the minute he walks through my door I want him to strip down naked, and come upstairs wearing nothing but his hat and his boots with his gun on his hip and his dick in his hand. “And don’t forget the handcuffs,” I add, running my hand over my pussy, then stroking my clit with my index and middle fingers. “I’m gonna have this pussy nice and hot for you.”

“You always do, baby,” he states. I can hear his aching desire for me in his voice. And I know he will come here on a mission. To fuck me deep and slow and purposefully as he always does. Then he will flip me over onto my stomach and fuck me hard and fast. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“I’ll be waiting,” I say before hanging up.

At six-thirty, I hear the alarm chirp alerting me the door has been opened. In less than two minutes, Garret struts into my bedroom in all of his nakedness, frisks me, squeezing my titties, tweaking my nipples, rubbing my pussy, grabbing and slapping my ass, before placing me under arrest. He reads me my rights, tells me, “You have the right to a stiff dick. You have the right to be fucked any way you want, for as long as you want. Anything you say or do will be the cause of me busting my nut in you. Do you understand?”

I nod, “Ooh, yes, Officer. Are you gonna beat me with that big stick of yours?”

“Put your hands behind your back,” he says, twirling me around. “And spread your legs apart.”

I stick out my ass. Brush it up against his cock. He slaps me on the ass.

“Keep still,” he snaps, “before I have to charge you with resisting arrest.”

“Oooh, big daddy, charge me.”

He yanks my hands in back of me, then loosely cuffs them behind my back. He throws me onto the bed, sucks all over my nipples, licks and sucks all over my pussy, then rolls me over on my stomach and nibbles and kisses on my ass. Then he pulls open my ass cheeks, slides his dick into my creamy pussy and fucks me so damn good that my twat twitches and throbs. He slaps me on the ass. This time it stings, but feels good as he is pounding inside of me. He slaps my ass again.

“So you like breaking the law, huh?”

“Yeah, Mr. Officer,” I say, moaning and winding my hips up and down on the mattress. “I’m a naughty, freak-nasty girl. What you gonna do about it?” He pulls his dick out of me, yanks me up off the bed, and slaps me on both ass cheeks. “Yeah, fucker, smack that fat ass.”

“Oh, you like that shit, hunh? You like talking shit, hunh?”

“Fuck me!” I beg, spreading my legs wider. “Slam your fuck-stick in me!”

He bends me over, pushes my face down onto the dresser, then slides his dick into my piping hot pussy, fucking me from the back, slamming his honey-coated club in and out of me while his heavy balls slap up against my pussy.

I let out a ferocious moan. And by the time Garrett finally releases me from his dick pounding custody, I have cum six times. Oooooh, he really put it on me!

Mmmph. And now I’m lying here, basking in all of my bareness. I inhale. Savor the moment. I swear I love the smell of sex in the air. There’s nothing like the aroma of pussy, and sweat lingering around to remind you of how good you’ve been fucked. The taste of sex, the smell of sweet, musky fucking is all around me. Its scent hovers over me as I watch Garrett walk around the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. I exhale. There are still beads of water from his shower clinging to his strong back. I watch as he removes his towel and dries himself off. His dick slightly swings from side to side as he walks around the room. I close my legs, reliving how he fucked me deliciously. He glances at me, catches me staring at him. He smiles.

“You know,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. “I’ve been thinking.” He pauses, gauging my reaction. I hold my breath, not liking the sound of this. I keep my eyes on him.

“I’m listening,” I say.

“I need to know where this is going.”

“Where what is going?” I question, feigning stupidity. I rise up on my forearms.

“This,” he says, gesturing with his hands. “You and me, this situation we got going on here.”

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