Page 71 of The Man Handler

I moan.

“Yeah, that’s right, wet these fingers.” His thumb flicks against my clit, teasing it, taunting it, causing my pussy to grab his fingers. “That’s right, squeeze them fingers, baby. Bust that nut for daddy.”

I am bucking, and moaning, and cumming, and screaming. “Aaah, aaah, aaah…oh, shit. Aaah, aaaah, aaaah…”

He removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue, digging deep into my treasure chest. My body shakes. The room spins. And I am cumming all over again.

When I am done, Maurice continues licking up my juices. And when he finally comes up for air, his lips are coated with my cream. I reach for him, pull him into me and lick his lips, suck on them. Kissing him, and tasting the sweet-tanginess of my pussy on his lips and tongue throws me into the most powerful orgasm I’ve had in weeks. We share a long passionate kiss for a few more minutes while I cum before he pulls back from me. “I better go get in the shower before I end up saying fuck it.”

I smile, panting. “Yeah, you better, ’cause I don’t want to be sucking on your smelly balls.”

He plants another kiss on my lips, then gets up. I watch him make his way into the bathroom. The water turns on; then the shower head comes to life. Maurice leaves the door open. It’s his unspoken way of inviting me to join him. I smile, knowingly. Oh, what the hell? I get up and remove my robe, then saunter into the bathroom.

I step into the shower behind him. He turns around to face me, smiling. I take the soap from his hand, and lather him up. I massage his dick and hairy balls, rinse him off. He does the same for me, then directs me to sit on the edge of my shower ledge and wrap my legs up over his shoulders so that he can eat and finger my pussy again. I reach for the shower rack, and pull down a string of beads. Maurice takes them from me, licks my clit until I am moaning, then sticks the anal beads into my ass one bead at a time. And when I start to cum, he increases the licking, fingering and pulling the beads out one at a time, driving me wild. I return the favor. I get down on my knees, kiss the tip of his dick, flicking my hot tongue over it, licking up and down his shaft as if it were a chocolate lollipop, then wrapping my lips around the head and sucking him slow and deep until his dick throbs. He dips at the knees, pumps his hips and face-fucks me with slow, long purposeful strokes. And when his balls tighten and dick thickens, I replace my mouth with my hands, jerking him off until a load of thick, white cum erupts from the head of his dick, like hot lava.

By the time we get back into the bedroom, we are so heated and horny from our shower episode that we are all over each other like wild savages, pulling and grabbing at each other. I push him down on the bed, slip on a condom and climb up on his dick. I lean forward, place the palm of my hands flat against his chest, and start licking and sucking on his nipples while he grips my hips, and thrusts his pelvis up and down, stabbing his dick in me. Mmmm. The shit feels so damn good.

I take his fingers into my mouth and slowly suck on them. By the way, did you ever notice how sucking on a man’s fingers turns him on? Well, most men that is. Anyway, more women should try it. So, here’s my personal tip: When you gently suck on them, love them with your tongue, sliding your lips all the way down to their knuckles, then licking the spaces in between. Trust me. The warmth and wetness of your mouth and the softness of your lips will drive them bananas every time.

Well, that’s if you’re doing it right. ’Cause if you’re sucking on a man’s fingers like they’re a chicken bone, he’ll be turned the hell off, and you’ll probably get punched in the eye. Bottom line, some chicks damn sure don’t know jack about being sensual. They get to sucking on shit, their stomachs start growling and then they start biting down on the man like he’s their last damn meal. Go figure.

Finally I lean back, sit all the way down on Maurice’s dick, reach around and start rubbing and massaging his balls and bouncing up and down on him. I lock my pussy around his cock, then fuck him into a seizure. He jerks and shakes underneath me. And by the time I am finished with him, I have ole boy stuttering.

Thirty minutes later, we are fucking again. I love intercrossing my legs with Maurice’s, and fucking him scissors-style because I can cup and massage his balls while he’s deep in me. And he loves watching his slick dick glide in and out of my smoldering wetness. I snap this pussy around his dick and make him feel like he’s floating on warm clouds. His dick always feels so damn good inside of me!

“Oh, aaah, shit,” he moans. “Damn, this pussy’s good.”

“Look how wet you make my pussy,” I whisper, watching his dick slide in and out of me. “Mmmm. Oh, this dick is sooooo good.” I pull in my bottom lip, close my eyes, and arch my back, slamming my pussy on his dick. We are bucking and moaning and drenched in sweat. We interlock our hands, then grind deep into each other until he is ready to nut. He quickly pulls his dick out, and snatches off his condom. I place my hand between my legs and massage my clit as he towers over me and jerks his dick until he shoots his hot cum all over my stomach and chest. Maurice leans over, kisses me again, then collapses beside me. Three minutes later, he is snoring.

I get up and wipe his nut off of me, then decide to take a quick shower. I turn the water on, and step in. I toss my head back and allow the pulsing water to beat against my body. I close my eyes and find myself having another one of my fantasy moments.

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here’s an unknown naked man in my room. He’s dark chocolate, bald and delicious. His legs are gaped open and his dick and balls are freely hanging between his muscular legs. The sight of him makes my pussy twitch and I salivate as I get on my hands and knees and slowly start crawling towards him, licking my lips. My nameless guest looks down at his dick, then back up at me. He is smiling. He knows what I want. I instinctively know what he wants. And we are both eager to give it to the other. He leans all the way back in his seat, widens his legs as I approach, and waits.

When I finally reach him, I wrap my right hand around his cock and stroke it while I use my left hand to rub my clit. His dick thickens and I flick it with my tongue, then slowly wrap my lips around the head and swirl my tongue over it, cupping his big, smooth balls. The more of his dick I take it my mouth, the harder and longer it gets. I don’t bother measuring it with my ruler ’cause I already know from experience that it’s exactly ten inches. And I swallow down every inch of it until my lips are around the base. His toes open and close; his eyes roll in the back of his head; he bites on his bottom lip, then moans as I increase the intensity of my sucking and licking while gently juggling and massaging his balls. The fact that I don’t gag drives him wild, and he is pumping his hips, pushing his dick deep into my throat. And the minute I press my index finger onto his asshole, I can feel his heart beat in his dick and knows he’s ready to explode. And I let him. As his cream shoots down into my throat I slowly pull his dick out and suck ferociously on the head, making popping sounds. His leg shakes as he continues to shoot his man milk. It overflows from the corners of my mouth, then rolls down the shaft of his dick, and I greedily lick his creamy drippings up. When I am done cleaning his dick and balls with my tongue, he bends down and sucks on my lips, then shoves his tongue into my mouth, tasting his sweet, salty nut.

I grab the shower head, place it between my legs, and allow its warm stream to beat against my clit until I am having an orgasm. When I finish cumming, I finish my shower, then wrap myself in a towel. I walk into the bedroom, and notice Maurice has gotten underneath the blankets and has made himself comfortable. I glance at the clock. It’s 12:47 a.m. He looks so peaceful in his sleep.

I oil my body, then slip into the bed beside him, deciding to let him sleep. I set the alarm for four-thirty. This’ll give him enough time to get his self together before the sun comes up, I think, closing my eyes. I am feeling well-fucked and exhilarated. A smile forms across my face as thoughts of sweet dreams and a wet pussy invade my space.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

I’m lying here in bed wondering where in the hell the time has gone. It dawns on me that Christmas is right around the corner. Can you believe that shit? It feels like I just blinked my eyes and now it’s November. Humph. Before you know it, the year will be over, it’ll be time for a new supply of dick, and time to sift through another year of new bullshit. Oh, joy! And I still haven’t made my appointment to rid myself of this unwanted pregnancy. To be honest with you, I don’t know what is keeping me from taking a coat hanger and scraping my insides up myself. I don’t think I’m having a change of heart or anything crazy like that. And I know it’s not something I can ignore and think it will miraculously disappear. I’m already six weeks so I don’t have a lot of time to play with.

Anyway, besides having this abortion, I’m already thinking about doing something different for the upcoming holiday season. I mean, it’s always nice to spend the holidays with family, but every damn year? I don’t think so! This year, I want to go away. Actually, I need to get away. It’s been a long time since I’ve been anywhere. And this year, I think I want to bring the New Year in somewhere else besides here. Somewhere exciting; somewhere exotic; somewhere captivating. I consider this, for a moment, then decide I need to also be someplace secluded, where I can kick back, and chill. Fuck and suck on some unknown dick. Yeah, that’ll take the edge off. Some good, thick, foreign dick is exactly what I need to ring in the New Year. The question is, where?

Maybe Hawaii, I think, imagining myself prancing around in a hula-skirt and bikini top, shaking and popping my hips on the beach, dropping down low and sucking down on some Polynesian cock. Or perhaps Tahiti or Bora Bora where I can hopefully fuck all night in a bungalow that overlooks soothing waters. Hmm…I wonder if Polynesian men are circumcised, or if they have a slab of skin flapping over the head of their dicks. I laugh to myself, shaking my head. “Girl, you a damn trip,” I say, giggling. “All you do is sit around thinking about dick.”

You got that right, baby, I answer in my head. Cock does the body damn good.

My home phone rings, disrupting my musings. I sit up in bed and lean over, glancing at the caller ID. It’s my mother.

“Hello, Mom,” I say.

“Bianca?” she asks, surprised to hear my voice. “Well, hello to you, too, young lady. Your father and I were wondering when we were going to hear from you.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve been meaning to call you,” I state apologetically. “I’ve been so caught up with work and whatnot.”

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