Page 35 of The Man Handler

I glance at the digital clock glowing on the nightstand. It reads: 1:27 a.m. Who can I call this time of night? I think, flicking on the crystal lamp.

I flip through my mental Rolodex, getting out of bed to retrieve my cell so I can scroll down the fifty or so names to see who—being single, that is—might be able to come through to scratch this itch. I start going through the alphabet. Aaron, nope; Andrew, nope; Anthony, nope; Brent, nope; Bronson, hell no, not with that lazy dick! I delete his number. Charles, nope; Curtis, nope; David, nope…I continue scrolling. Frankie, nope; Fred, hell fucking no! He cums too quick! I delete his number. Gary, nope; Gerald, nope; Greg, nope…I sigh, getting frustrated. Harold, hell no! Henry, nope…I purse my lips, continuing my manhunt for good dick. All of sudden, Wade pops into my head, causing me to smile. I haven’t invited him over for any pussy in over three weeks, and I purposefully haven’t been taking his calls. Sometimes you got to keep a man guessing, keep him wondering. And that’s what I do. I never make myself too available too much of the time. But, I have to say, Wade is always good for those last minute, emergency tune-ups. I scroll down to his name, then press dial.

“Hello,” he answers after the fourth ring.

“Hello, Wade?”

“Yeah, what’s good, baby?” he says in his deep, sexy voice. “I was wondering when I was gonna hear from you. I thought you ditched a brotha or something.”

Between you and me, I really hate the idea of dismissing Wade from dick duty, but his three month cycle is almost up. And, as with so many good things, everything must one day come to an end.

“No,” I say, lightly pinching and pulling my nipples. “You haven’t been ditched, yet.”

“Oh,” he chuckles, “not yet. Gee, thanks…I guess.”

I decide to fuck with him, brushing off his remark, “Wade, don’t play, big daddy. You already know why I’m calling.”

“Oh, what? You miss this big dick?”

I smile, moaning. “Mmmm…yesssss, Daddy. My pussy is nice and tight. And sooooo wet. I’m rubbing my clit wishing it was your long, thick tongue stroking it. This fat, hot pussy misses you, baby. It’s yours to do whatever you want to with it.”

“I’ll be right over,” he says, hanging up. I smile, jumping out of bed and racing to the shower to freshen up before he gets here to rock my insides out.

Fifteen minutes later, he is ringing my bell, looking sexy as hell with a big grin on his face, and a brick hard dick. I answer the door topless, wearing a leopard print loincloth, and matching spool-heeled mules. The minute he walks through the door, he scoops me up in his arms, showers me with deep, passionate kisses, and shows me how badly he wants me, if only for the night.

As soon as I get him upstairs, I turn on the stereo, and press play for the CD player. Mario’s “Music for Love” blares through the speakers as I begin to light the candles around the room. I can feel Wade’s eyes on me, taking in the sway of my hips as I move about the bedroom to the beat of the music. I pretend not to notice his burning gaze as I lay across my king-sized bed, spread open my legs and massage my pussy.

“Strip for me,” I say, pulling open my excited pussy lips, revealing the pink, creamy center that awaits his thrust. He smiles, then licks his lips as I watch him slowly get undressed. He keeps his eye on my opened pussy, removing one piece of clothing at a time, winding his body in sync with the music. Winking his eye at me, licking his lips, and grabbing at his crotch. He is teasing me, and he knows it. But I am teasing him as well. And we are both enjoying it.

By the time he gets over to the bed, I am lying in a puddle of boiling pussy juice. He licks and kisses between my thighs, then sticks his bald head (it’s as smooth as a baby’s bottom) in between my legs, and rubs the top of his head all up in my pussy, pressing on my clit, massaging my slippery slit. I never knew having someone’s head on my pussy could feel so damn good. After about five minutes, he replaces his head with his tongue, dipping in and out of me. Flicking and blowing on my clit, lapping the juices that seep from my overheated lips.

Finally, I have enough of this tongue dance with my clit. I want the dick. He makes me beg for it. And, trust. I ain’t too proud to beg. I whine and plead for him to give me that fat dick until he sticks the head of it in, going in and out at first, then plunging all the way in. Slowly pulling back out, then slamming it back in. He does this for almost five minutes. Then he long strokes me. Short strokes me. Reaches up under me, palms and squeezes my ass while sucking on my titties. The nigga is killing me softly with a nice, slow fuck.

He dicks me down for seventy-three minutes and twenty-six seconds (I know because I timed it) before he finally fills the Durex with a hot, thick nut. I am still lying on my back with my legs spread apart, rubbing the space that has entertained Wade’s dick. I can still feel him inside of me, and I want more.

“I want some more of that dick,” I tell him.

He grins, shaking it from side-to-side. He pulls off his condom and it looks like the skin of a long, thick Italian sausage that has been stretched, and is overflowing with its juices. His dick is slick from marinating in his own cream. The cum-slut in me wants to crawl to him, take his cock in my mouth and slurp down his wet dick. I fight the urge, watching him as he walks into the bathroom, tosses the condom in the trash, then returns with another condom in his hand. I watch as he tears it open, then rolls it onto his slick dick. I pull my legs up to my chest, preparing for him

to return to bed and enter me all over again.

“Mmmm,” I moan as he climbs into bed, then gets between my legs. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me up, sliding his dick back in. “Oh, yes, Wade…fuck this pussy, baby…make my pussy cream all over your fat cock…”

He strokes me deep and purposefully, then quickens his thrusts. I moan, grabbing his ass. “Let me get on my stomach,” I say, panting. I want to get fucked from the back. Want him to straddle my hips and ride up on top of this fat ass. He pulls his dick out, waits for me to turn over and pull open my ass cheeks, then slams his steel-hard cock back in. “Uh…oh, yes…”

A few minutes later, he pulls out again, and we are changing positions. I get on my stomach, open my legs spread eagle. He gets on top of me with his legs between mine; then he slides his dick deep into my quivering pussy, soaked in excitement. Once we get into a real nice groove, I suck on his fingers while he pumps in and out of me. I gyrate my hips, move my pelvis back and forth, around and around, matching his thrusts. Then I close my legs so he can place his legs over mine to dig in deep. Mmmm. Hitting my G-spot exactly the way I like it.

“Oh, yes…Oh, yes…” I moan in delight.

“Yeah, baby,” he moans in my ear, “it’s ’bout time you called me to get up in this pussy again. I missed fucking this wet pussy.” He slams in and out of me, knocking my love basket upside down, then tossing it around. Oooh his dick feels like a heavy log being tossed up on my fire.

A moan catches in the back of my throat. I push it out, and it sounds like a growl. “Aaaaaah, yes…then fuck this pussy like you mean it.”

“Aaaah shit, baby…I’m getting ready to bust this nut.”

He lifts up and I thrust my hips upward to greet his cock.

“Give me that nut, daddy…give me that nut…mmmm…nut in this pussy.”

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