The Man Handler

“Go ’head with that dumb shit, baby,” he says, pulling me into him. Ooh, he’s an aggressive motherfucker.

He’s much taller than I thought. I look up at him, raising my brow. “‘Go ’head’ nothing. You don’t show up here late and then be nonchalant about it. I don’t know how the chicks you fuck with get down, but you don’t have it like that with me.”

“Yeah, but I will,” he says in a cocky tone, grabbing my ass. “Damn, you got a soft ass.”

I don’t respond. Instead, I sniff. Sniff again. This nigga’s been smoking weed. He attempts to kiss me on the lips, but I yank my head back, frowning.

“You been smoking?” I ask, stepping out of his embrace.

“Yeah, why? You got a problem with that?”

“Yeah, I do. I don’t smoke. And the smell is offensive, so in the future—if you wanna get invited back, don’t do it.”

“Oh, aiight. You got that, ma. Anything else?”

“Rule number two—” he grabs me by the arm and pulls me into him again.

“Listen, I’m here to fuck, not get lectured on your house rules. So what’s good, we fucking or not?”

Oh no this little young nigga didn’t, I think, shut me down in my own house. My pussy jumps. “We fucking,” I say, sheepishly, taking him by the hand and leading him up the stairs.

“That’s what it is,” he replies, slapping me on the ass, then palming it. “Yeah, you got a nice, fat ass. All that shit you been talkin’ got me wantin’ to beat somethin’ up.”

“I hope you know how to deliver.”

“I can show you better than I can tell you.”

“We shall see,” I say, grinning.

And the minute we step into my bedroom, I push his young ass down onto the bed. He leans up on his forearms. “Don’t get up,” I say in a sultry whisper as I untie my robe, then let it fall off my shoulders and drop to the floor. I am standing in front of him naked.

“Gotdamn, you got a banging body,” he says, licking his lips and pulling at his crotch.

I walk up to him, drop down between his legs, then reach up and unbuckle his belt. I unsnap the button to his jeans, then use my teeth to unzip his pants. He lifts up his hips and allows me to pull his jeans down around his ankles. He kicks off his unlaced Timbs and pulls off his shirt as I remove his pants from around his ankles and toss them over in the corner. He attempts to remove his black Polo boxers to release his already hard dick. Its weight is pressing up against the fabric of his underwear. But I grab his hands and stop him.

“Leave ’em on,” I say, burying my face in the center of his crotch. I open my mouth and glide it along the length of his dick over his cotton boxers, wetting them up with my spit. I find the head with my tongue, then suck it over the fabric. His dick is deliciously thick. And its head is large and bulbous. I greedily suck on it.

“Yeah, you want that big dick, don’t you?” he asks in a deep moan. I say nothing, just continue wetting up his underwear. “Ah, shit.”

My pussy begins to tingle and my clit starts to fill with excitement. Unfortunately, I can still smell the weed, and it’s starting to make me sick. I know I’m not putting him out because I want to fuck him all night and taste my cunt juice on his lips and tongue. Yes, I plan on breaking my no-kissing house rule. So what!

I abruptly get up off my knees and walk toward the bathroom. I can feel his eyes on the bounce of my ass. “Yo, why you stop?” he asks.

“I’ll be right back.” I go into my linen closet and pull out a bath towel set and a bar of soap, along with a new toothbrush, then turn on the shower. I walk back into the bedroom and hand them to him. “Here.”

He looks at my hand and frowns. “Yo, what’s this for?”

“If you want me to suck your dick and give you some of this pussy, then you need to go brush your teeth and take a shower, first, ’cause I can’t stand that damn weed smell. Maybe them young chicks like that shit, but I don’t.”

He looks at me stunned, but says nothing. He stands up, steps out of his underwear, leaving it in the middle of the floor and walks toward me. I try not to stare, but I am amazed at how defined and muscular his body is. His beautiful dick swings like a pendulum as he walks.

“You getting in with me?” he asks, stepping up into my space.

I shake my head. “No, I’m already showered. I’ll be lying right there—” I point to the center of the bed—“with my legs open, waiting for you to put your face in between them.”

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