Page 14 of The Man Handler

I am watching Mr. Lennon’s mouth move, but I am not hearing words. The only thing I hear are soft moans floating throughout the room. I am not seeing him standing in front of us wearing his signature Brooks Brothers pin-striped suit and crisp, white monogrammed dress shirt, or his Bally wing-tip shoes. He is naked with his soft dick in his thick hand, slowly stroking it. His cock is nowhere near its potential and it is already long and fat. I bite down on my bottom lip, twist in my seat.

Don’t ask me where all this craziness is coming from. But the notion starts to take root and spread like a wild fire. My fleeting fantasy of being fucked by a white man with a big, thick cock starts to come into full view. Uh…hmm…ooh. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing more delicious than a juicy black dick, but…hmmm, a taste of vanilla could also be oh, so sweet.

Yes, I’ve crossed over once. It was two years ago while I was down in Atlantic City. Once again I had gone there to gamble, but ended up in a hotel room with my legs wide open. Anyway, when I tell you this white man was beautiful, I mean he was capital B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L! He had an olive complexion, dark curly hair, big brown eyes, thick lashes to die for, and a chiseled, fresh-from-the-gym body. Truth be told, I had never wanted to do a white man until him.

Anyway, I was at the Pier Shops in Caesar’s doing what I do best, shopping, when I spotted him in the Bottega Veneta store. He smiled. I smiled. He said hello. I said hello, then continued about my business. Dude kept staring at me and smiling. So you know me. I asked him if he knew me from somewhere. Of course he didn’t, but I asked anyway. We got to talking, then one thing led to another and he finally asked me if I wanted to go upstairs to one of the restaurants for a drink and grab a bite to eat. I was like, sure.

Well, long story short, after a few drinks, he invited me up to his room. I only agreed after he said he wasn’t married and answered yes to every one of my damn questions. So I got to his room and we started kissing and grinding. Before I knew it, my pussy started dripping, and Mr. Sexy Vanilla Man was doing a strip tease for me. This mofo had a damn eight-pack and a bigass bulge in his white Calvin Klein underwear that made my pussy tremble. A bitch was ready to pounce down on that juicy stick.

Well, the clincher was, he only wanted me to get my panties real wet with my pussy juice, then take them off so he could sniff and suck them while I watched him jerk off. I thought it was a bit bizarre, but hey…I aim to please. So I got my snatch real wet and juicy for him, then took my panties off and wiped my pussy with them. I handed them to him, then sat back on the bed and watched him lick, sniff and suck the juice from my panties while he stroked his thick white dick (eight and a half inches, I might add).

Oh, I wanted him inside me so damn bad, I started shaking. But his only focus was on sucking my pussy-stained panties. So I played in my pussy, talked real nasty to him, then came all over my fingers when he wrapped my panties around his dick, jerked himself off, then nutted all in the crotch of my panties. Well, that little experience did nothing for my cock-hungry pussy. I needed the thrust of a dick inside me. I am so glad I had packed my thick six-inch friend in my bag because it was exactly what I needed to take the edge off. I fucked myself while he watched me, as he continued pulling and tugging at his semi-hard dick. Surprisingly, his dick got hard again, and before I knew it, we were both moaning and cumming at the same time.

I laid back, kept my legs spread apart with my dildo still stuck inside of me and watched him as he wiped his nut in my panties again, sniffed them, then asked me if he could keep them. Hell, why not. It wasn’t like I planned on putting them back on anyway. And, then, for the grand finale, Mr. Panty Eater walked over to me, pulled the dildo out of my sopping wet pussy, and sucked the juices off it. Well, I’ll be damn! I was floored, to say the least. So, there you have it. My first live experience with a white man!

And now, as I sit here, I am entertaining lusty thoughts of fucking another one. Mr. Lennon’s freshly shaven, salon-tanned face is attached to my daydream. In my mind, I’m getting off on the contrast of my beautiful brown flesh against his stark whiteness as he plays with my titties, kissing and sucking and licking all over my nipples as though they’re dipped in the world’s finest chocolate. His lips begin to plant wet kisses down my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel, then pulling my legs up over his shoulders as he sticks his tongue into my pussy while he continues playing with my nipples, gently pulling and rolling and twirling them, while rapidly flicking his tongue against my clit, teasing my pussy. Mmmm, it starts to feel so good, and I begin to beg him to stop teasing me, beg him to let me feel his throbbing dick inside of me. But he doesn’t. He continues to torture me with his tongue until my pussy walls are quivering for the thrust of his dick.

Finally, when he has my pussy sopping wet, he slides his di

ck into my hot canal, slowly, inch by inch, then pulls out to the tip. He does this several times, taunting me. My pussy is on fire! I am screaming for the dick! Literally begging for the dick. And he gives me exactly what I want as he slides his dick back in, pushes deep into me, then pulls out again.

Push.

I moan.

Pull.

I grab for him.

Push.

I moan again.

He pulls out again. Tip-drills me. Slow-fucks the inner walls of my pussy until it begins to quiver.

There’s an erotic sexual energy building up between us, and its intensity is driving me crazy with desire. He feels it too—this mounting, uncontrollable surge of animalistic pleasure. He slams his dick back into me and begins pounding my pussy, burying his dick deep inside of me, hitting the bottom of my well.

I tell him: “Fuck this sweet black pussy…hmmm, give me that big white dick. Oh, yes! Fuck me.”

And he’s saying: “Damn, you got some good pussy. Wet this big white dick with that sweet juice. Yeah, that’s it, grab that big dick! Oh, shit! You like this big cock?”

I am moaning. He’s groaning. I lean on my elbows and watch his dick glide in and out of my slippery love nest, slick and glistening from my wetness. He goes deeper and deeper and deeper, getting lost inside of me, then he pulls out and allows the head of his dick to brush up against my clit, before slapping it with his heavy dick. My dripping pussy opens and closes, waiting with anticipation. But instead of feeding my pussy with his dick, he goes back down on me and laps my clit and pussy, sucking out my sweet, sticky cream. He tongue-fucks me for what seems like forever, then lifts up and rams his dick back into me, alternating between dick-fucking and tongue-fucking me. I am grunting and groaning and moaning and screaming as I climax and nut all over his dick and tongue.

Suddenly, he flips me over and begins to dig me out doggie-style, nice and slow. Mmmm, he leans into my ear and talks real nasty, slapping my soft ass. Oh, how his dick is stretching me, making my sugar walls shake with pleasure. His thrusts become deeper and faster and harder until my pussy squirts a creamy juice all over his cock. When the heat from his balls reaches its boiling point, he pulls out, yanks off the condom, then splashes a bucket of hot cum all over my ass and back. Mmmm.

Without thought, I shift in my seat, uncrossing, then crossing my legs again to ease the tingling sensation between my thighs.

“…Does anyone have any questions?” I hear him asking, snapping me out of my trance. I feel a dampness clinging between my legs. At some point during Mr. Lennon’s speech I have cum in my panties. I am thankful I’m wearing a panty-liner. I glance around the room, taking in the faces of those present. When no one raises their hand or stands, he remains planted in his spot, waiting. But no one is interested in prolonging this meeting. He finally realizes this. “Well, I guess that’s it for now. We’ll keep you posted as things progress. I’ll be meeting with all department heads in the coming weeks. Thanks for your time. This meeting is adjourned.”

Before I can make a mad dash to the ladies’ room to remove my wet liner, which now feels like it is sticking to my pussy lips, Everett’s voice drifts toward me, stopping me in my tracks. Shit!“Bianca,” he says, quickly walking over to me. He smiles. Fuck! I don’t need this right now, I think, forcing a smile of my own.

“Oh hey, Everett,” I say, turning around and willing my eyes to stay on his instead of allowing them to roam his manly body. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” he says. “But I’d be even better if you’d stop running from me and let me take you out.”

I playfully roll my eyes, sucking my teeth. “Running, Me?” I ask coyly, looking around the room. I laugh. “Oh, you’ve got me confused. I’m not running from you. I’m keeping my interaction with you strictly professional. There’s a difference.”

“Is that so? Are you heading back to your office?”

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