Page 5 of The Man Handler

“Damn, so it’s like that? I remember a time when you couldn’t get enough of this long, black dick. Let me come through and remind you of how good this dick used to feel up in you.”

Despite myself, I smile—allowing my mind to travel down memory lane, remembering the first time we fucked. Baby, let me tell you. This man did me right. I had gone to Atlantic City—by myself, of course—to chill. I had rented a suite, grabbed something to eat, then went down to the casino to do a little gambling. When I tell you it was heads everywhere, Bally’s was jumping!

Anyway, I didn’t win shit on the slots, but I damn sure hit the jackpot when I brought back up to my room a six-foot-two, one-hundred-and-eighty pound, half-black and half-Italian nigga from Brooklyn. And, yes, I fucked him on the damn spot. And… oh my Gawd! That’s all I can say. Dude tried to dig another hole into this pussy, you hear me? And when he ate me out, he ate this pussy like it was about to be his last night on earth. I’m telling you, the way he darted his tongue in and out of my slit, licking and kissing, and blowing all over my clit, then burying his thick tongue deep inside of me, I thought my walls were going to collapse, the way he made my insides shake. The man had a wicked head game, and almost had me screaming out his name—something I had no intentions of doing. But I damn sure begged him for some of that thick, ten-inch dick. He had my pussy so overheated that I needed it stoked, needed it stroked, needed it fucked deep, and hard, and fast, and all damn night long. His dick sliced into my pussy like a hot knife, causing my walls to melt around his meaty cock. By the time we finished fucking, the sun was coming up and my pussy was beat up real good and well served.

Oh, yes, Vince slayed this pussy something fierce. But he also got on my last damn nerve with his negative-ass, paranoid thinking ’bout the white man trying to bring him down and keep him down. If he lost a job, it was because they were racists. Had nothing to do with the fact that he was still on his ninety-day probation period and was late more than nine times in one month and had been warned another lateness would result in termination. Had nothing to do with him coming to work hung over, or sexually harassing some of the chicks at the job.

In his head, someone was always conspiring against his nutty ass. The man never took any responsibility for any of his choices. Everything that ever happened to him was somebody else’s fault

. When his girl put him out and changed the locks on the door, it was because she was fucking someone else. Not because she got tired of his ass coming and going and doing what the hell he wanted. Not because his ass wanted to lie around and be taken care of, and she got sick of it. Oh, no…he had nothing to do with it. OhmyGod, every time I was with his ass, he had one complaint after another. I mean, damn! Whenever he opened his mouth, I would start to hear violins playing. It got to the point I couldn’t even fuck his ass in peace. So you know the mofo had to go. When your bullshit starts disrupting my nut, it’s a wrap.

“So, dig…you letting me come through or what?” he asks, snapping me back to the present, and the reason why I dismissed his ass in the first place.

Instead of hanging up on him, I decide to toy with him. “So, what you saying, big daddy?” I coo. “You wanna bang up this pussy like old times. You wanna make my pussy nut, hunh, big daddy?”

He dips his voice another octave; speaks in a low, seductive whisper. “Yeah, baby. You know that’s what I’m tryna do. Let daddy come get up in that fat pussy, baby.”

I lie back in bed and decide to seize the moment. A girl like me believes she should never pass up an opportunity to pleasure herself at an unknowing man’s expense. I spread open my legs and place my left hand over my pussy, massaging my neatly trimmed mound. I glide my hand to my clit, lightly brush it with my fingertips, then slip a finger inside my hole.

“You wanna slide your long dick down in my deep, wet throat and face-fuck me like old times, hunh, daddy?”

“Damn, girl, why you fucking with me? You got my dick hard as hell, baby.”

“Mmmm. You want me to drop down low and suck that hard dick balls-deep, don’t you, daddy? Edge it. Lick your balls…stick my tongue in your ass. Give you a long, hot, slow cock-sucking until your nut explodes in my mouth and down my throat. Is that what you want?”

“Oh, shit yeah,” he says. “You gonna let me get some pussy or what?”

I slip another finger inside my pussy and massage the opening of my walls, rotating and twisting and pumping until my fingers become warm, creamy-coated sticks of pleasure. My voice catches in the back of my throat as I feel an orgasm swirling. “Tell me…what…you wanna do…to this…pussy…if I let you come through?” I say, moaning as I pull my fingers out of my slippery slit and suck the sweet, sticky elixir, then plunge each finger back in.

“I’ma ram this fat dick up in you, and fuck you nice and slow and deep. Then I’ma flip you over onto your stomach and hit that pussy from the back, spreading ya ass checks open so I can watch ya fat juicy cunt lips wrap around my dick as I stick my finger in that pretty brown asshole…”

Not with them fingernails, I think, remembering the fact that he had nails a bit too long for my liking. They weren’t homo long, but they were long enough to scratch up the inside of my walls, or to see dirt up underneath them, and for me, that is a no-no.

I frown, but say nothing.

“…Then I’ma pull out, and slap ya ass with my dick, before I eat that sweet, wet pussy from the back. Damn, baby…I wanna fuck,” he says, practically panting.

For some reason, I find myself recalling the time I got my first glimpse of two naked bodies. I was seven. I remember sneaking down to our basement and watching my oldest brother, Tyrell, lying on top of his girlfriend, humping and grinding into her, and her moaning. I stood there crouched down low, watching them in amazement. Every day after school, I’d sneak downstairs to watch, listen, and learn. And every day, they did something new that excited me, like him putting his face between her legs and licking her pussy, and her moaning; or him moaning while she had her mouth on his dick. I watched them in delight for almost the whole school year until one day my brother Terrance caught me and spanked my ass for “spying” as he called it.

He threatened to beat me again if I told our parents what I saw. Little did he know, I’d been spying and keeping it to myself for months. Keeping secrets was a game to me. Although I didn’t quite understand what they were doing, I knew it was something that shouldn’t have been done, and I knew enough not to repeat what I saw.

Every time I watched, I took mental snapshots of everything he did to her, and she to him, tucking it all in the back of my mind. And every now and then, I’d close my eyes and replay the images and sounds in my head. It was then that my imagination began to grow wings and take flight. I wanted to do what they did. I wanted someone to hump on me, and make me moan too. And that’s where it all began.

I purse my lips, contemplate. Do I really feel like fucking him? I remind myself of how good the dick was. Hell, it was better than good…it was great! But truth be told, when we were fucking, I could only ride his dick with him on his back, or take the dick doggie-style, because he had a back full of pimples and blackheads that I couldn’t stand to feel or see. Running your hands along his lumpy-ass back was like trying to read Braille.

To fuck or not to fuck…that is the question.

I dip my two fingers back into my sugar well, then pull them out and suck my juices off. Mmmm-hmm, delicious! I smack my lips then say, “Vince, sweetie…”

“Yeah. What’s good, baby?”

“Thanks for the nut.”

“Say what?”

“I said, thanks for getting me off.”

“Wait a minute. You’re telling me you were playing with yourself this whole time, and came?”

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