The Man Handler

“Oh, word? That’s what it is. Well, check this. I’m coming to split that asshole wide open tonight.”

I smile. “You can do whatever you want, as long as you licking it first.”

“No doubt,” he says. “What time you want me to slide through?”

I glance at my watch. It’s already seven-thirty. “Nine-thirty’s good,” I state.

“Bet. I’ll see you then.”

“Mmmm,” I moan, almost forgetting about Barry on the other line. “My pussy’s already wet for you.”

“Exactly how I like it.”

“See you at nine-thirty,” I say, hanging up, then clicking back over to the other line. “Barry, sorry about that. Look, I gotta get ready to go. Call me one day next week if you can.”

“Oh, word? It’s like that? I was trying to stop through later on tonight.”

“Umm, for one, two o’clock is too late for you come over here.”

“Since when?” he asks.

I frown. “Since I have other plans, that’s when.”

“What, you got another nigga coming through?”

I roll my eyes. See? This is exactly why I can’t be so bothered with a man. Talk about a mofo overstepping his boundaries. Give a nigga some pussy and he starts thinking he can question you and keep tabs on the pussy— even when the mofo has a woman at home. Now I have to get ugly.

“Nigga, not that I owe you any explanations, but yeah, I got a better offer,” I flatly state. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m expecting to get my guts wrecked tonight so I need to freshen up.”

“I’ll be there around two,” he says, dismissing what I tell him. “Have that nigga gone before I get there.”

I laugh. “Fool, get a damn grip.”

“Oh, you think I’m joking?”

“No,” I say, still laughing. “But I do think you are a joke.”

“Oh, so you think I’m a joke, huh? Well let me come through and show you exactly what kind of joke I am when I slam this dick up in you.”

“Cuckoo…cuckoo…cuckoo,” I chant in a singsong tone. “Can we say, ‘med check,’ please?”

He lowers his voice. “Oh, so you tryna to be funny, right? Why you gotta fucking play all the damn time? Can I come through or what?”

I roll my eyes. He is slowly starting to get on my last nerve. “Barry, do me a favor. Delete my damn number, please.”

“What?” he asks.

I sigh. “Don’t call me again. The dick was good while it lasted, but I’m done with it. So no, you can’t come through. And no, you can’t have any of this pussy—ever again. You might as well keep that dick right where it is ’cause I don’t want it.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he says. “Hold up. Where’s this coming from? A few minutes ago you were acting like it was all good between us. Now you flipping the script. What’s up with that?”

I suck my teeth. “Barry, what script am I flipping? I fucking told you straight out that I was getting my back dug out tonight by another dude, and you still pressing me about coming through. Well, you can’t ’cause, news flash, I’ma be riding another nigga’s dick. Speaking of dick, would you like to suck his nut out of my pussy when he’s finished fucking me down?”

“Yo, what kinda shit you on?” he snaps, sounding offended. “I don’t fucking get down like that, so don’t play me.”

“What, did I hit a nerve, huh, Barry?” I lower my voice to a seductive whisper, and say, “Tell me, big daddy. Do you ever fantasize about tasting another man’s hot nut? Fantasize about having it slide down in your cheating- ass throat? Mmmmmmmm, finger-licking good,” I moan, then laugh.

This only pisses him off more.

“Yo, what the fuck you laughing for? I told you I ain’t on none of that homo shit. I’m all man, baby…believe that.”

“Oh, well. Too bad, then. ’Cause had you been willing to eat my pussy after him, I might have reconsidered letting you come through. But—”

“But nothing,” he snaps. “I’m tryna come through for some pussy, and you wanna be on some fucking dumb shit.”

“Nigga, please,” I say, laughing again. “You can come around here if you want. But make no mistake. It won’t be any of this wet pussy you get. It’ll be a set of damn handcuffs, locking your crazy ass up. Now, try it if you want.”

“You know what, I ain’t even beat. I see you wanna play ’n shit. So, whose this nigga you fuckin’?”

Oh, no, he didn’t just fucking ask me who I’m fucking. This mother-fucker got the wrong one!

I take a deep breath, then asks, “Barry, where’s your woman at?”

“She’s upstairs, why?”

“Let me speak to her.”

“Say, what?”

“I said, let me speak to her.”

“Are you fuckin’ buggin’?”

“No,” I snap. “But you are for thinking you can question me or dictate to me. I’m not your dumb-ass chick. I don’t answer to you, nor do I take directions from you. She puts up with your shit, not me. So don’t get it twisted.”

“Yeah, aiight,” he huffs. “Whatever. I see you on some other shit. So I’ll get up with you.”

“No, sweetie, please don’t.” Now, I’ve never been the type of woman who kisses and tells, ’cause I believe what two consenting adults do is what they do. But there’s a first time for everything. And make no mistake, Barry will have me blow his spot up if he doesn’t bow out gracefully. “’Cause if you do, I promise you I’m going to be ringing your doorbell to have a little chat with your woman. And I don’t think you want that, so let’s say our goodbyes, and keep it moving.”

“Yeah, whatever, bitch,” he snaps, hanging up on me. Oh, well. He asked for it when he opened his mouth trying to be on some extra shit with me. I might be a bitch, but trust and believe, I ain’t that bitch. The nerve of him!

Well, alrighty then. I don’t know about the rest of you, but it’s almost eight o’clock and I need to get ready for my company. So, until the next time…peace, love, harmony, and mouthwatering black dick!

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The buzzing sound of my alarm clock awakens me, alerting me that it is six a.m. I reach over without opening my eyes and press the snooze button. I’m exhausted and sore from my night with Ian. I can still feel his cocoa-colored dick throbbing inside of me. I have been fucked and stretched to my limit. Have been licked and sucked and nibbled on to the point of no return. Whew…he fucked me down!

My nipples harden as I remember the thrust of his thick, mocha-colored cock in and out of my hot, slippery hole. How the width of his dick spread open my slick walls! How its length tickled the back of my pussy! Goosebumps form along my body and cause me to shiver as I repeat his words in my head. I can’t wait to slide my dick up in you and fuck you; can’t wait to feel you grab my dick with your sweet, wet pussy. I wanna fuck you until I can’t fuck no more; until your pussy is raw. Until my dick cramps and my balls shrivel.

“Damn, baby,” he whispered as he slapped his dick against my clit, beating it until it ached and throbbed, until it enlarged and filled with desire, until it caused my outer lips to quiver, “you got a pretty pussy.”

He teased me until I could no longer take it. I wanted him inside of me. I was ripe and ready and needed to be fucked. I spread open my thighs as wide as they could go and reached for his taunting cock, thrusting my hips