Page 32 of The Man Handler

Finally, around midnight, we leave that spot and go to another place to dance. Well, this trick starts grinding and kissing all over this dude whom she apparently knew. Or maybe she didn’t; who knows? The one thing I did know is that he had his hands all over her ass and she was fucking disrespecting my brother behind his back and all up in my face, and I didn’t like it one bit. And when it was time to go, the bitch said she was going to ride with dude. I snapped! Drinks or no damn drinks, this went waaaay beyond letting your hair down as far as I was concerned. I snatched her ass and dragged her to the car, and reminded her drunk ass, that she was a fucking married woman.

Long story short, we get back in her car, and she’s too drunk to drive so that means I’m doing the driving. Well, lo and behold, this heifer starts feeling on my titties and trying to stick her hands between my legs, almost causing me to swerve off the damn road. I had to actually fight this bitch off of me while trying to keep my eyes on the road and one hand on the steering wheel at the same time. I couldn’t believe her ass. This freaky bitch was saying shit like, “Let me eat your pussy…I bet you got some good pussy…You need to let me rock your box…I won’t tell if you won’t…c’mon, let me taste that sweet pussy…”

Needless to say, I was shocked, appalled and too fucking through. The problem is, I never told my brother about it. And it has been killing me ’cause I know how much he loves her. He’s a damn good husband and father. And he worships the ground this nasty trick walks on. But since that incident, I can’t stand her ass. And she knows it. Terrance has asked me several times why my attitude towards Cherelle has changed. And I tell him that I’m not feeling her anymore. I want so bad to tell him the real reason, but I don’t know how to without hurting him. I love him and my nieces and nephew too much to see any of them get hurt. The last time I was in San Diego, I decided to pull her to the side and confront her. And do you want to know what she had the nerve to tell me?

The bitch told me to stay out of her marriage. Then she had the fucking nerve to ask me if I wanted to be the one responsible for causing problems in her home or breaking up her family. I actually slapped her damn face, which only pissed my brother off because the only thing he saw was me assaulting her. The only saving grace in this whole mess is that I was smart enough to take pictures of her ass all over that dude she was slow-fucking on the dance floor. The problem is, what do I do with them?

I mean, if I break down and tell Terrance and he leaves her, then the kids suffer and he’s hurt. But at least he knows the truth. However, if he stays with her and it backfires in my face, then I’ll be the one looking like the meddling fool. This shit has been eating away at me. My loyalty is to my brother. But, I’m so fucking confused. Every time I talk to him, my stomach knots. And, at the end of this month, I’ll be out there again for another family adventure. I really hate being around her phony ass. Smiling and kissing all over my brother like they’re a picture-perfect couple when I know what time it is with her slutty ass. I’m so fucked up over this. I thought about telling my mother, but I don’t want to get her all caught up in it.

It’s a damn shame that some of these chicks out here are just as lowdown and trifling as some men are (including my sneaky ass sister-in-law, bitch!). And these are the first ones to say/ complain that there are no good men in the world. Hell, I guess not. Dumb-ass bitches like her have fucked ’em all over to the point of no return. They’ll go as far as punching holes in condoms to trap a man (now what kind of shit is that?), will fuck his boys, and anyone else she can give her pussy to behind his back. It’s sickening.

There are some chicks

who have really good men (and I do believe there are some out there, no matter how close they are to extinction). They’ll have hardworking men who are committed to their families. They don’t run the streets, don’t blow their money on bullshit, and don’t cheat. They cook, clean, help with the kids, have never raised a hand to their wives, have never lied to them, and will try to do anything to make and keep them happy. Yet, nothing the man ever does is right. His woman will nag and nitpick about every little thing. She’s always looking for shit that doesn’t exist. Complaining about and accusing him of everything under the fucking sun. Then she got the nerve to want to ration the pussy. Now, tell. What does this mountain coon think is going to eventually happen? Humph.

My advice to these silly, grimy-assed women: How ’bout you learn to shut the fuck up, appreciate what you have before a ho like me comes around, and gives him what a nagging-ass bitch like you won’t. Some steady pussy, a good dick suck, and some damn peace of mind.

So when he ends up in some other woman’s arms (and, more than likely, between her legs) you’ll have no one else but yourself to blame. Granted, a man is going do what he wants regardless, but if you aren’t treating him right at home, what the hell you think is going to happen? Duh, he’s going to bounce (or creep) on your ditsy ass. So, play your position, and knock off the bullshit. Now, don’t say you haven’t been warned.

“…I told her I thought you might be kidnapped or something ’cause you would never abandon your big bro, or let weeks go by without calling me. Speaking of which, you are still coming out here for Thanksgiving, right?”

“You know, I apologize. I promise to not let so much time go by. And, yes, I plan on being there for Thanksgiving. Unless I get a better offer,” I say half-jokingly. Between you and me, I love San Diego. The weather is beautiful and I enjoy the scenery, but outside of that, it is boring; on top of the fact that my father and brothers watch me like a damn hawk. You would think I was still twelve or something. I swear I wish I could get a hotel room whenever I’m out there ’cause being up under my family the whole time, there’s no fucking or sucking going on—whatsoever, which is why I only stay a few days at a time, then flee back to the comforts of my own home, and bed, where I can suck, fuck and be merry.

He laughs. “Don’t have me send the S.W.A.T team out on you.”

I chuckle. “You know I wouldn’t let anything keep me from being there. It’s the only time we all get a chance to spend time together.”

“Good. Now, let me get back to work. I love you.”

“I love you too. Give the kids big hugs for me.”

“I will. And make sure you call Mom and Dad, too. They miss you.”

“I will,” I say before hanging up. I lie down for a quick nap before I begin my preparations for Nelson’s arrival.

An hour later, I awake, feeling refreshed and ready to get this party started. I take my bath. Then when I’m done, I use scented oil to moisturize my body. I slip into a black-laced teddy. I light the candles and incense that are situated around the bedroom. The music is playing. The stage is set. Now all I need is Nelson’s thick tongue lapping my asshole and the back of my pussy, before he slides his dick into me.

I know leaving my front door unlocked and inviting an unknown man into my home is extremely risky—hell, it’s downright dangerous. The thought of being beaten and raped, robbed or—worse, crosses my mind for a fleeting moment. Yet it has not made any lasting impression on my decision. I enjoy living on the edge. Sometimes fucking in places that I might get caught makes my pussy hot. Like the time I fucked this dude in a park. It was like eleven at night, and I was out on dick patrol when I pulled up alongside his black Volvo. I blew my horn, and immediately knew the minute he rolled his window down that I had found my prey for the night. I gave him a seductive smile, then asked him if he would mind pulling over. He was more than willing to. We talked for about fifteen minutes, exchanging basic information. Finally, I got right down to business and told him what I wanted. I pulled two condoms out of my designer jacket for effect.

At first, he was shocked. Then he declined. But the way I was talking, real freaky and nasty, had turned him on. So he changed his mind, which is what most of ’em do. Twenty minutes later, he was following behind me with a brick hard dick to a nearby park. We stripped down, got butt naked, I pulled my ruler out of my bag, measured his dick, smiled, then rolled the condom on, and mounted his eight-and-a-half inch thickness. I rode his ass bronco style on a blanket under the stars. The thought of being caught had my pussy juice oozing out, dripping down his dick, wetting up his hairy balls. When we finished, he went his way, and I went mine. And yes, I had an ass full of mosquito bites.

Another time, while on a seven day Southern Caribbean cruise, I fucked this dude I had met a few days prior outside on the Lido Deck of the ship. It was like two in the morning. I leaned over the railing, hiked up my skirt, directed him to slide his dick inside of me, then used my pussy muscles to milk his dick until he filled the condom with his man juice. And the whole time I knew there was a white man sitting on a bench a few feet away watching us. Oooh, just knowing the old pervert was there made me want to scream out at the top of my lungs in ecstasy.

Basically, the thrill of the unknown turns me on. I know danger is always lurking in corners, waiting to strike, particularly since there are so many psychos out here in the world. But the excitement of it all is far greater for me than worrying about what may or may not be lying in wait. So I fuck, and I fuck, and I fuck.

But as I wait, and think, and consider, I decide that tonight isn’t the time to trust a complete stranger with walking up into my home without being properly supervised. So I will greet my guest at the door, lock it behind him, then escort him upstairs. Then when he’s done, I will walk him downstairs, and escort his ass out the door, locking it behind him. The only person I can honestly say I’d trust to walk in and serve me the dick the way I initially requested is Garrett. Don’t ask why. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s a State Trooper, or because I have some strange connection to him that makes me feel safe with him.

Whatever it is—no matter how much I enjoy taking risks, I’m not chancing having this man I only met once come up in here with some of his boys and doing me in. And yes, getting killed…now that has crossed my mind on more than one occasion.

Granted, if I invite a man into my home, it is usually with the sole intent to get at his dick. The only thing I’m interested in at that moment is how well he can work this pussy over. So if he’s in my home, he’s going to get fucked. And that’s the bottom line. But, I know there are some psychos out there, and you can never be too careful. Oh, trust me. I know every time I let a man into my home, I am increasing my chances of being put in harm’s way. What can I say? I enjoy gambling and riding a stiff dick at the same time. And knowing me, I will continue dancing along the edges of fate. Yes, I am aware that playing Russian roulette with my life, and men, is a very dangerous game. Well, so is driving or walking through certain towns or cities. At least I control what risks I take. So I’ll keep rolling the dick, I mean, dice, and take my chances.

But not tonight. So I am sitting downstairs on my sofa with my right leg draped over its arm, rubbing my clit and playing in my pussy, imagining him coming in and finding me upstairs blindfolded with my ass up in the air waiting for him to stab my hole from the back.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Iam so deep into pleasing myself that I don’t hear him pull up in my driveway. I am snapped out of my sex-induced trance by the sound of someone trying to open my door. I glance at the Lenox crystal clock on the end table, and smile. It’s exactly nine-thirty.

Because I have changed plans on him, he’s smart enough to know to ring the doorbell. I get up from the sofa and open the door, quickly placing my index finger up to my lips, then to his, indicating for him to not say a word. He grins, playing along while walking in. I shut the door and lock it, then hand him his mask. It’s a simple black mask, and makes him look like a chocolate Zorro when he places it on his face. I stand and watch him strip off his clothes. Mmmm, oh my goodness! Between his legs is the blackest, prettiest dick I’ve ever seen. It’s thick, shiny and almost the color of tar. My mouth waters and I can already feel the dew from my ripe and ready pussy dripping.

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