Page 51 of The Man Handler

Before she even says anything else, I already know that this has something to do with a man ’cause all three of them bitches she was out with are certified man eaters. So, I am so not interested in hearing this shit. Not today. But I allow her to bore me to death with her drama, anyway. She goes on to tell me how much of a good time she was having with these raggedy hoes until Robin has one drink too many and starts dropping hints about Rachel having slept with her man, Jake, then made some comment about how she had to have a tilted uterus to handle his curved dick. She says that’s when it turned ugly.

I roll my eyes, but she is oblivious to my disgust.

“…So I asked her flat out how the hell she knew his dick was curved, and if she had been with him. She waved me off, talking ’bout ‘I’m not the one you should be asking’, then slapped her hand up over her mouth, looking over at Rachel, who looked like a bitch with a handful of cookies in her mouth…”

I keep my elbows planted on my desk, cupping either side of my face in the palms of my hands. I stare at her as she speaks, then subconsciously drum my fingers along the sides of my face. I find myself daydreaming about sucking some dick. And somehow the thought makes me remember back two years ago when I was at the Mall at Short Hills and bumped into this sexy, brown-skinned dude as I was coming out of the Verizon store. Dude had a shaved head, a mustache and goatee, and muscles for days. Yes, I gave him the once-over. Sure did. And didn’t care how obvious I made it. He got the hint and started trying to get his mack on. We walked over toward the chairs in front of Bloomingdales and talked.

Now, I’m not exactly sure how the topic of sex came up—well actually, I do. It was right after he asked me what I liked to get in to, and I told him, “Sucking dick.” Dude (and for the life of me, I can’t remember his name) asked me what it was about dick sucking that I enjoyed the most. I had to think about it for a minute. Then I answered.

“The one thing I enjoy most about sucking dick is the fact that I am in total control of how good I make a man feel. I can lick, flick, nibble, suckle, slob, gobble, jerk, and swallow the dick. Massage his balls with my tongue, mouth and hands. Make him pant with anticipation. Bring him to the edge of ecstasy, then either push him all the way over or pull him back all in one stroke. Every time I take a man’s dick in my mouth, I literally have him by the balls. And that to me is power.”

Then he asked me what thoughts ran through my mind when I was sucking dick. I told him, “When I’m sucking dick, I’m thinking about my throat being my pussy, wet, warm and tight around a man’s cock. My only focus is doing whatever it takes to get him off. I like to be face-fucked. And I like for a man to cum as many times as he likes.”

By the time I was done talking, dude was licking his lips, drooling. Said I had him wanting his dick in my mouth right then. I looked down at the bulge in his pants, and smiled. Yes, I knew I had his undivided attention. So, me, being who I am, decided to take it a step further. I asked him who he was out there with. When he said he was by himself, I asked him what he was driving.

He said, “An Escalade.”

I leaned in, lowered my voice real sexy-like, and asked, “You ever had your dick sucked in a mall parking garage?”

He looked around, then grinned. “No. Can’t say that I have.”

I smiled. He smiled. I gazed down in his lap, licked my lips and told him I felt like sucking some cock. I could tell I shocked him. He leaned back in the leather seat, opened and closed his muscular legs, probably to pinch the throbbing in his crotch.

I gestured for him to come closer with my index finger, then leaned in his ear and whispered, “Let me wrap my hot mouth and wet tongue all over your fat cock. It is fat, right?”

I wanted some dick, but not one that didn’t have any meat on its bone. Like I said before, I’m not a size ho, but if I’m going to suck a dick I don’t want to have to do it through a straw. I was relieved when he said it was nice and thick. “Let’s go sit in your truck.”

“For what?” he asked, trying to act like he didn’t know what was up.

“So I can suck down your dick and lick your balls,” I said.

He nervously looked around to make sure I was talking to him. I hate when men do that shit. It’s all good when they come at a woman, but when the tables are flipped, most of ’em seem to clam up, and start getting all nervous and shit. Why is that?

Anyway, he said, “Sure, why not?”

And of course, I made sure to ask how long his dick was, and if it was cut. When he said it was eight inches and cut, I told him to lead the way to his truck so I could spin his top.

As soon we got inside his truck, I told him to pull it out. Even soft, it was nice and meaty. My mouth drooled as he stroked it. I pulled out my ruler, measured it. Confirmed his exact inches, then rolled a cherry flavored condom over his dick, and sucked him and licked all over his smooth balls until he popped his nut. I wanted so bad to suck his thick dick raw, but knew that was not an option. And neither was seeing him again.

I bring my attention back to Nahdirah. And she is still rambling on about nothing.

“…I can’t believe that bitch was implying that Rachel slept with Jake.”

“Well, did she deny it?” I ask, not really caring either way.

“Well, no. Not really. But…” she says, pausing.

I sigh, getting annoyed. “But what?”

“I asked Jake about it, and he didn’t deny it either.”

Because he fucked her ass, you dizzy bitch! I scream in my head.

“Well, did he admit it?” I ask.

“No, he said she was fucking crazy.”

Of course he did, my mind snaps. That’s what they all say.

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