Page 61 of The Man Handler

I laugh at him as he races into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he steps out smelling like Lever 2000. Lights…camera…action, let’s fuck ’n roll. I spread open and bend my legs at the knees, then pull them up to my chest. My thick, soft pussy lips immediately open to greet him. “Eat my pussy,” I whisper to him.

He crawls up onto the center of the bed, buries his face between my velvety smooth thighs, gives my pussy a deep passionate kiss, lovingly tonguing it, then opens his mouth and plants it over my pussy lips, darting his tongue in and out, lapping and twirling it around the insides of my pussy. I clench my walls in a greedy attempt to entrap his tongue. He feverishly sucks my cunt inside out. His mouth, his tongue, his fingers, play a sweet melody against my clit, causing a delicious current to rush through my body.

I let out a soft moan.

He replaces his tongue with two fingers, and slowly finger fucks me.

“Oh, yes…”

“You like that, don’t you?”

I moan again.

“Yeah, that’s right. Wet them fingers up.” He pulls them out of me, then slides them into his mouth, one at a time and sucks on them. “Mmmm, you got some sweet-tasting pussy.”

He lifts up, looks up at me. His lips shiny from the slick, sloppy wetness of my pussy. I reach for him, pull him up to towards me. Without words, he obliges. Hovers over me, and kisses me. He slips his cum-soaked tongue into my mouth. The scent from my pussy is heavy on his breath. And it is turning me on.

I extend my right arm, feel for one of the condoms that are on the nightstand and grab one, then hand it to him. “I’m ready to feel that dick in me.” He tears it open with his teeth, rolls it on, then aims his engorged dick at my eager hole. He pushes in. I feel the stretch, and the heaviness of his dick as he plunges it into me, then quickly draws it back to slam it in again. “Oh, yes… fuck me…”

Twenty minutes later, I am on top, straddling his cock, swallowing every inch of him into my overheated, steamy pussy. He licks his lips, closes his eyes, gives into the feeling of being engulfed by flames of desire. “Oh shit,” he moans. “You got some good pussy, baby.” I smile, knowingly, clamping my muscles around his dick. I bounce up and down on him. Wind and grind down on his shaft.

“You wanna keep fucking this pussy?”

“Hell, yeah…fuck…oh, shit…”

He reaches up underneath me, grips my ass. “That’s right, squeeze that ass, nigga. You wanna put your dick up in that, don’t you?”

He lets out a deep moan.

“Oh, fuck…you riding the hell outta this dick. Oh, shit…”

I slowly turn my body around on his young, virile dick, then lean in and brace my hands on the shins of his legs. I continue bouncing up and down on him, giving him a back shot view of my pussy slurping in his dick. I ride him fast and hard until his body begins to shudder and he busts his nut.

“Aaaaaah, shiiiiiit…Aaaah…aaaah, fuck…” When he stops shaking, I lift myself up off of his dick, then climb off the bed. “Damn, that shit was good,” he says, catching his breath.

“Oh, the party’s just getting started,” I coo, opening up the bottom drawer of my nightstand and pulling out a jar of anal lube. “You still got this ass to fuck. And there are still three more condoms to use after that. And you’re not leaving up out of here until we use every last one of ’em.”

And with that said, Q pulls the wet, sticky condom off of his still rock-hard dick, tossing it on the side other side of the bed and replacing it with a new one. I climb back up on the bed, place the jar of lube next to me, then arch my back and spread my ass cheeks open.

“Stick your tongue in my asshole, first,” I say over my shoulder. “Get it nice and wet, then put some of that lube in it. I want you to get it nice and slippery, working that hole open with your fingers, then run that big dick up in it until my pussy nuts.”

When he finally gets his dick in my ass, I think I bug him out when I start slamming my hips and bouncing my ass back on his dick, talking real nasty and freaky while cumming from my ass and pussy. We fuck all over the bedroom in every way possible. And by the time I finish draining his dick—five condoms later, it is almost four in the morning.

“Yo, you the truth,” he says as he’s walking towards the front door. “You know how to handle ya business and take the dick like a real trooper. Word up. I’m tryna come through and hit that shit again real soon, ma.”

I smile. “Anything’s possible,” I say, opening the door.

“You can really make a nigga fall for you, you know that, right?”

“So, I’ve been told. But I wouldn’t let that happen if I were you. It would be your worst mistake.”

“Oh, word? Why you say that?”

I don’t answer. Don’t feel like schooling him on the inner workings of my ho-ism. I yawn, covering my mouth with my hand. “Oh, ’scuse me. Aah. I’m beat. Thanks for the nut.”

“No doubt, ma. Thanks for the experience.”

“Get home safe.”

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