Page 76 of The Man Handler

“Well, I tell you what. You fucking with the wrong bitch’s man, ho. And I’ma serve that ass when I catch you.”

Here we go with this “when I catch you” shit again, I think, rolling my eyes.

“Listen, sweetie,” I calmly say, taking another deep breath, “I don’t know how you got my number, but I’m going to ask you nicely not to call me again.”

“Or what?! Bitch, I’ma call you as many times as I want. As a matter of fact, I’ma call you every fucking day. And when I find out where you live, it’s on, bitch. Believe that! So, if Jamil’s there, you need to either put him on the phone, or tell him to bring his sorry ass home before I cut up all of his shit and toss it out on the streets. And he has fifteen minutes to get his ass home.”

Getting caught up in a back and forth argument with another chick over, or about, her man isn’t serious for me. There’s always more dick where his came from, so she can have him. That’s my thinking. So, getting all nasty and stressed out by cursing the chick out is usually not necessary. But from time to time, I allow myself to get sucked in, then have to bring it to ’em. And I can already tell this bitch’s the type that’s going to keep pushing the envelope and force me to eventually serve her.

“Well, I appreciate the warning,” I state sarcastically. “And after I’m finished with hi

m, I’ll be sure to pass the message along and send him on his way. You have a wonderful night.”

I hang up, then turn the phone off.

“Who was that?” Jamil asks.

No, this motherfucker did not just part his lips and ask me no shit like that. Now, normally, I would simply throw a mofo out, but I want my pussy ate, and I want it done by Jamil. So that when I do throw him up out of here, he goes home with my nut on his breath. I shake my head and remove my silk robe, prancing my naked ass over to the bed. I climb in, ignoring his question.

“It’s ’bout damn time,” he says, leaning up on his forearms. “You so worried about who the fuck’s calling you when you got a nigga in ya bed with a hard-ass dick ready to clock in.”

I smile, taking a bottle of lotion from off of my nightstand and pouring a glob of it into my hand. I grab the base of his dick. I squeeze it, then glide my hand up and around the head of his dick while working his balls with my other hand. I decide to give him a nice hand job. I lean in and swirl my tongue around his nipple, then lightly pull it with my teeth until it hardens.

“Oh, shit,” he moans, reaching between my legs and rubbing my pussy lips. “Damn, I want some of this.” I ignore him. I continue jacking him off with deep, fast strokes. “Ah, shit, you ’bout to make me cum.” He tries to pull my hand off his dick, but I tighten my grip. I bring him to the edge of pleasure, then I abruptly stop. I lap around his balls with my tongue a few times, while slowly stroking his cock. “Damn, baby, why you fucking with me? C’mon and put them pretty lips on this dick, and stop playing.”

“You want me to wet this dick up?” I ask, gliding my lips along his shaft, then replacing my lips with my hand, stroking it.

“Yeah,” he grunts, pumping his hips, “but you fucking playing ’n shit. C’mon and get up on this dick, girl.”

I lower my voice to a sensual whisper, “Your dick feels so big in my hand, Daddy. I can’t wait for you to ram this hot cock all the way up in me. I want you to make me scream, baby. Can you do that for me, big daddy?”

“Yeah,” he says, panting. “I’ma fuck you good.” I deepen my strokes on his dick. I press up into the fleshy part between his balls and ass and massage the area. His breathing becomes raspy and quick. “Ah, shit…”

“You wanna feel how wet you make this pussy?”

“Yeah, baby…I’m ready to fuck…”

“Put your tongue in my pussy, first,” I say, swinging my legs around over his body, then straddling him with my back facing him while still jerking him off. I lower my pussy down on his face. He sticks his tongue in, and I commence to riding it like it’s a runaway train. He’s lapping and licking all around my pussy, then he mounts his mouth onto my clit and sucks on it like it’s one of the sweetest, juiciest peaches he’s ever eaten. “Oh, yes,” I moan. “That’s right, eat this pussy all up, Daddy.” Munch, munch, nigga! ’Cause as soon as I nut in your motherfucking mouth, I’m putting you the fuck out!

Between you and me, I wish I were on my period ’cause I’d serve Jamil a nice bloody treat without giving it a second thought just for being so fucking stupid. Trust me. I would serve this nasty, no-good mofo the red rag special all night.

Jamil pulls open my ass cheeks and devours my whole pussy. My clit throbs, and I can feel the beginnings of a nut building up inside of me. That’s right, gobble that shit up you stupid-ass fuck ’cause it’ll be the last time you get it.

“Uh, uh, uh…Oh…oh…Mmmm…” Jamil’s long tongue is giving my pussy and clit a good licking, and it is causing me to hyperventilate. I grind down on his mouth and rock my hips back and forth. “Oh, yes…Oh, yes…like that…keep sucking on my pussy,” I whisper, squirting warm juice onto his tongue, rolling my eyes up into my head. He obliges and slurps it all up. I lean forward and brace myself on his legs so that I don’t topple over onto the bed. I steady my breathing, then lift myself from off his face, getting off the bed. His cock is rock-hard. And I ignore its bouncing want for attention. I slip into my robe, then stand in front of the mirror and brush my hair.

“Where you going?” he asks, raising his body up on his forearms.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I answer, looking at him in the mirror as I speak. “You are.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Uh, duh, it means get up and get out, that’s what.”

“Oh, hell no!” he huffs. “Not this shit again.”

“What shit is that, Jamil? Me putting your black-ass out again?”

“I ain’t going nowhere,” he sulks, defiantly flopping back on the bed as if he’s about to have a tantrum. “Fuck that. I done ate your pussy and you got my dick hard as hell. Hell, no! I want some pussy, some head, something.”

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