The Man Handler

waters as I watch the clear, sticky fluid drizzle out. I swallow hard, force myself to not swirl my tongue over and around his dick, to not lick its slit.

“Come on baby, suck that dick,” he says. “Stop playing with it. Wrap them pretty-ass lips around my dick so I can bust this nut in your mouth, and watch you swallow it. You wanna eat daddy’s cum?”

I furrow my brows. What did this nigga just say to me? I crane my neck over my shoulder and shoot him a look. He is looking back at me; his lips wet and shiny from my pussy juice.

“You down there teasing it,” he says. “You gonna suck that dick for me or what?”

Now I am not annoyed that he wants me to suck down his dick. But, right now, what I am is disgusted that this nigga actually thinks I would let him crack his nut in my mouth. And fucking swallow! What the fuck?! I don’t care how much dick I take. I don’t know this nigga like that. A ho, yes. But, a smut, never that! Just because he doesn’t have a problem letting me nut in his mouth, that doesn’t mean I’m going to reciprocate.

“Umm, boo,” I say, climbing up off of him, “you are out of your fucking mind if you think you’re nutting in my mouth, and I’m swallowing. It ain’t that type of party. Now you need to get up and get out ’cause you done ruined the mood.”

He lifts up on his forearms, wide-eyed and sweaty. “You joking, right?” He glances down at his rock-hard cock.

I place my hand on my hip. “Does it look like I’m joking? What made you think I’d let you nut in my mouth or swallow it?”

“Damn, baby, I didn’t mean no harm by it,” he answers, trying to back pedal his way out of getting tossed out. “I’m saying, baby. It was in the heat of the moment. I know you open-minded ’n shit, so I thought anything goes with you.”

My eyes lock on his big-ass dick, all black and juicy and thick with bulging veins, throbbing for release. I know he wasn’t trying to disrespect me. Hell, I do love sucking the nut out of a dick, but…this nigga has no business assuming shit about me. I walk back over to the bed, and sit on its edge. “Let me explain something to you, big daddy. If you want to remain on the team, then you need to understand a few ground rules. Number one, I don’t suck any nigga’s dick raw, nor do I swallow—unless you’re my man…” Okay, okay, that’s not completely true, but he doesn’t know that. “And since I’m not looking for one, its not gonna happen.”

“I can dig it,” he says.

“Number two, if I call you with a specific request then that’s all I’m looking for. No extras. If you can’t provide the service, let me know upfront, and I will find somebody who can. Otherwise, please don’t waste my time, and I won’t waste yours. I told you before. It’s my pussy…my way.”

I glance down at his dick, and lick my lips. I’ma fuck this nigga one time for the road. I squeeze the head of his dick. He shakes his head, grinning. “I hear you, ma. I like how you put it out there.”

“That’s the only way I can be.”

“More chicks should be like you,” he says. “Keep shit real.”

“Shoulda, coulda, woulda, but there’ll never be another me,” I say, opening up the dresser drawer, then pulling out a condom and unwrapping it.

His smile widens, showing a mouthful of big, white teeth and red gums. I didn’t notice it before, but looking him in his mouth almost reminds me of a horse. I try not to frown. “So, you’re letting me get up in that pussy?”

“Yeah,” I say, pushing him back on the bed, then grabbing his dick, “I changed my mind. No sense letting all this dick go to waste.” I roll the condom down on his dick, then straddle him. “I’m gonna feed this pussy.” I reach up underneath me and guide his dick into me. “Wet up your dick and fuck you down into the mattress, then put your ass out.”

He moans, licking his lips. “Do you, baby. Do you…aaah, shit. Yeah, fuck that dick.” And for the next forty-five minutes, I do exactly that.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The week has come and gone, and Friday is here. Crazy thing is, I don’t know why I’m sitting here thinking about my life. Maybe it’s because I finished reading this book, The Sweetest Taboo by this freaky author chick named Risque. OhmyGod, do you know there was a time in my life when I actually entertained the thought of writing about my many sexual adventures in a journal, or perhaps in a diary? For some reason, I had this grand notion that I could one day turn my entries into a book. And sell millions. Oh my God! That shit is so funny to me. I can’t believe I actually considered that mess. Thank goodness I came to my damn senses and quickly dismissed that notion, fearing that what I wrote would end up in the wrong hands. And, baaaaaby, trust…the last thing I want is to risk having the personal and very private details of my sexual life exposed for all to see. Oh, no. Not cute!

I mean, some things are better left unsaid, or unread in this case. Wouldn’t you agree? Then again, I do believe revealing a ho’s innermost secrets could prove to be quite an interesting and stimulating read, to say the least. But on the flipside, exposing the comings and goings of a ho could also disrupt the lives of those who embrace their ho-ish ways like I do. Needless to say, I think allowing men (and some women) access to too much information on the inner workings of a ho, is an absolute no-no. The less he/she knows about how we manipulate and maneuver our way into a man’s boxers, and onto his dick, the better. This is solely my opinion, of course. So, because of that, I refuse to write in anything that could be potentially damaging, or used against me.

My cell rings again, disrupting my thoughts.

I glance at the screen, taking a long, deep, breathe.

“Hello.”

“Hey,” he says.

It’s Wade.

“Hey,” I say back, wondering why he’s calling.

“How you been?” he asks.

“I’ve been doing great. And you?”

“I can’t complain.” He pauses. And in that brief moment, images of his glistening naked body, his thick, shiny dick swinging between his thighs flash through my mind, causing me to shiver as I imagine my head hanging off the bed and him slowly sliding his cock down in my throat, swelling to full capacity, shutting off my airway as he stretches my throat. With each push, I swallow, taking more of him in. He grinds his pelvis nice and slow, then begins to face-fuck me, causing me to gag; forcing tears to escape from my eyes; his heavy balls slapping up against my forehead until they unleash a thick, hot cream.

I swallow hard, gulping down my fantasy.

“So, whatchu been up to?” he asks, shutting off the remainder of my lust-driven thoughts.

“Nothing much,” I offer.

“I’ve been thinking about you.”

“Is that so?” I question, slipping my hand between my legs, cupping my pussy. “And what have you been thinking?”

“How much I miss—”

“Please, Wade, let’s not go there,” I warn, cutting him off.

“Go where?”

I suck my teeth, removing my hand from between my legs. “C’mon, let’s not play games here. You know what I’m talking about.”

“I’m not playing games. I’m keeping shit real. And if you had let me finish what I was getting ready to say, you’d know that…”

Silence.

“You still there?”

“Yeah, I’m still here,” I say, sighing. “I’m listening.”

“Now, like I was saying, I was thinking about how much I miss sticking this dick up in you and fucking the shit