The Man Handler

into loving me enough to leave you, or break up your happy little home. Good night, sweetie.”

I hang up, singing, “Never fall in looooooove with a man who don’t love you … ” Stupid bitch, I think.

My phone rings again. I glance at the caller ID. This time, I let it go into voicemail. When it beeps, I know the miserable bitch has left me a message. Ten minutes later, I receive a text message:

What’s good? Listen. My girl is spazin’ the fuck out. She’s been going through my phone calling up chicks like crazy. Shit’s real hectic right now. If she hits you up with the BS, tell her she got the wrong number.

Too late, I text back. You need to put a muzzle and a leash on her ass.

I hope you didn’t tell her no crazy shit.

I stare at the screen before responding back, shaking my head. This dumb fuck can’t possibly think I would cover for his ass. Yeah, I did.

Damn! He replies back. Now she’s gonna be tryna put my ass out.

Oh, well. That’s what the fuck you get for having my number in your damn phone. Why the fuck do you still have my number in your phone anyway? It’s not like I plan on giving you any more of this good pussy. I hope she fucks you up for being so damn stupid, nigga!

Three minutes go by, no response back; ten minutes pass, still no response. She’s probably fucking him up, I think as I go upstairs to my bedroom. I hope her dumb ass cuts her losses and figures out how to move on with her life. I walk into the master bathroom, turn the water on, then pour in bath crystals. I strip off my clothes, and when the water has filled the tub, I step in, then slowly lower my body down into the steamy bubbles. Ian really did a number on my ass, I think, leaning my head back and closing my eyes, clenching my asshole muscles. Oh my God, my hole is still burning.

I hear the sound of my cell ringing. But I think I am dreaming. It is not until it starts ringing again that I realize that I have fallen asleep in the tub. I open my eyes, looking around my marble bathroom before jumping out of the water that has now turned cold.

My nipples harden from the assault of cool air that whips around them. I wrap my wet body in a plush white towel, then quickly step out of the tub, tracking the floor with water into my bedroom. I glance at the clock. It’s eleven-fifteen.

I pick up my cell off the nightstand, noticing I have six missed calls, and three voice messages. Damn, I was really knocked out, I think as I listen to them. One is from Ian; the second one is from Jamil; and, the third is from Mitchell—all three wanting some pussy.

I roll my eyes, shaking my head. When I am prompted to save or delete, I erase them. I’m not interested in fucking any of them—not tonight anyway. I go back into my bathroom, grab my Vaseline cocoa butter body oil, pour some into my hand, oil my body up, then slip into a white silk teddy. I shut off all the lights and climb my silky- smooth body into my bed, drifting off to sleep.

The morning comes—fast. It’s five a.m. And I awake feeling surprisingly refreshed, and horny; ready to serve my pussy up on a platter to someone looking for a breakfast treat without wanting me to wet his dick, unless I absolutely have to. Otherwise, I only want to lay back, spread open my legs and watch a nigga feast on my cunt juice.

A smile forms on my face as I flip open my cell and press the speed dial for Nelson’s number. Oh, so what. I know it’s early, but oh well. The nigga said he was riding solo so there shouldn’t be any problem. He picks up on the fifth ring.

“Yo, speak,” he snaps into the phone, sounding groggy. “Who’s this?”

“It’s Janaye,” I say in a sweet, seductive voice.

“Oh, hey,” he says, softening his tone. “What’s good? I was hoping I would hear from you since a nigga can’t get at you.”

“Well, today is your lucky day, big daddy.”

“Oh, word?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” I purr into the phone. “My pussy wants to feel your tongue in it.”

“Oh, yeah? Is that all your pussy wants?”

“For now,” I say, slipping my hand between my legs, then squeezing my thighs shut. I move my hips in a nice, slow grind. “Come through and eat my pussy for me.”

“And what you gonna do for this stiff dick in my hand if I come through there?” he asks, sounding wide awake now.

“Well, I’m not looking to fuck” I tell him, not wanting to get his hopes up. “I only wanna feel those soft, juicy, pussy-eating lips all over my clit and that long, thick tongue deep in my pussy.”

“Nah, baby. If you ain’t tryna fuck, then you gonna have to suck on this dick or something ’cause I’ma wanna bust this big nut.”

Damn him, I think, pursing my lips. Who the fuck is he to tell me what I’m gonna have to do in order to get my pussy sucked?

“Wrong answer, boo. I suck dick only when I’m in the mood to stretch my neck. And today ain’t the day. This morning I want my pussy ate; that’s it.”

“C’mon, ma,” he whines. “You gonna have all that fat pussy up in my face, and I’m gonna be eatin’ the hell out of it…” He sighs. “Yo, you killin’ me, baby. I have no problem with helping you get that nut, but I wanna get mine, too.”

Humph. I roll my eyes. Take a deep breath. Consider hanging up on him. But, I compromise instead. “I tell you what,” I offer. “Come over, let me straddle your face, and I’ll wet that dick up nice, and slow for you.” With a nice hand job, after I plant my nut on your tongue.

“Yeah, baby. Now you talking,” he says, sounding all excited and whatnot. “What time you want me to come through?”

I glance at the clock. 5:37 a.m. I have to be at work by nine today, nine-thirty the latest. “How fast can you get here?”

“Give me like an hour.”

“An hour?” Nigga, please, I think. “Oh, no, big boy…no can do. I want to feed this pussy to you now. Not in an hour. I want you here with your face in between my legs and your tongue lapping my clit in less than thirty minutes. And if you eat this pussy right, I might change my mind and let you fuck it.”

“Oh, word?” he says, chuckling. “I tell you what. I’m on my way.”

“I hope you plan on showering first.”

“No doubt,” he says. “I ain’t no slouch, baby. I keeps it fresh all day, every day.”

“Just making sure. See you when you get here.”

I hang up. Although I showered before going to bed last night, I still jump out of bed, then race into the bathroom to rinse off last night’s dust.

Thirty minutes later, I am grinding my pussy down on Nelson’s lips, fucking his face, and nutting in his mouth. I let out a loud moan, arching my back and squeezing my titties before pulling them together and alternately licking my own nipples.

“Oh, yes, eat that pussy. Yeah, nigga…Just like that…” He laps at the back of my pussy, then mounts his mouth over it and ferociously sucks before burying his tongue deep inside my slippery walls. He probes around in my pussy, stirring my juices with his long tongue. I can feel his tongue flapping back and forth inside of me and it causes me to cum. I buck my hips. “Aaah, shit. Oh, yes…oh, yes…” I lean forward and cup his balls, taking his dick in my hand at the base, then jerking him with deep, long, strokes that start off slow, but become rapid when I feel myself about to nut all over again.

“Ah, shit,” he says, bucking his hips up. “Damn, I ain’t never had a bitch jerk my dick and yank my balls like this before.” I lightly twist his balls, then yank again. “Ah, shit. What the fuck you doing, baby?” I spit all over his dick, then rapidly twist my hand up and around the head of his dick until it swells and leaks precum. My mouth