The Man Handler

I get up and wipe his nut off of me, then decide to take a quick shower. I turn the water on, and step in. I toss my head back and allow the pulsing water to beat against my body. I close my eyes and find myself having another one of my fantasy moments.

There’s an unknown naked man in my room. He’s dark chocolate, bald and delicious. His legs are gaped open and his dick and balls are freely hanging between his muscular legs. The sight of him makes my pussy twitch and I salivate as I get on my hands and knees and slowly start crawling towards him, licking my lips. My nameless guest looks down at his dick, then back up at me. He is smiling. He knows what I want. I instinctively know what he wants. And we are both eager to give it to the other. He leans all the way back in his seat, widens his legs as I approach, and waits.

When I finally reach him, I wrap my right hand around his cock and stroke it while I use my left hand to rub my clit. His dick thickens and I flick it with my tongue, then slowly wrap my lips around the head and swirl my tongue over it, cupping his big, smooth balls. The more of his dick I take it my mouth, the harder and longer it gets. I don’t bother measuring it with my ruler ’cause I already know from experience that it’s exactly ten inches. And I swallow down every inch of it until my lips are around the base. His toes open and close; his eyes roll in the back of his head; he bites on his bottom lip, then moans as I increase the intensity of my sucking and licking while gently juggling and massaging his balls. The fact that I don’t gag drives him wild, and he is pumping his hips, pushing his dick deep into my throat. And the minute I press my index finger onto his asshole, I can feel his heart beat in his dick and knows he’s ready to explode. And I let him. As his cream shoots down into my throat I slowly pull his dick out and suck ferociously on the head, making popping sounds. His leg shakes as he continues to shoot his man milk. It overflows from the corners of my mouth, then rolls down the shaft of his dick, and I greedily lick his creamy drippings up. When I am done cleaning his dick and balls with my tongue, he bends down and sucks on my lips, then shoves his tongue into my mouth, tasting his sweet, salty nut.

I grab the shower head, place it between my legs, and allow its warm stream to beat against my clit until I am having an orgasm. When I finish cumming, I finish my shower, then wrap myself in a towel. I walk into the bedroom, and notice Maurice has gotten underneath the blankets and has made himself comfortable. I glance at the clock. It’s 12:47 a.m. He looks so peaceful in his sleep.

I oil my body, then slip into the bed beside him, deciding to let him sleep. I set the alarm for four-thirty. This’ll give him enough time to get his self together before the sun comes up, I think, closing my eyes. I am feeling well-fucked and exhilarated. A smile forms across my face as thoughts of sweet dreams and a wet pussy invade my space.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

I’m lying here in bed wondering where in the hell the time has gone. It dawns on me that Christmas is right around the corner. Can you believe that shit? It feels like I just blinked my eyes and now it’s November. Humph. Before you know it, the year will be over, it’ll be time for a new supply of dick, and time to sift through another year of new bullshit. Oh, joy! And I still haven’t made my appointment to rid myself of this unwanted pregnancy. To be honest with you, I don’t know what is keeping me from taking a coat hanger and scraping my insides up myself. I don’t think I’m having a change of heart or anything crazy like that. And I know it’s not something I can ignore and think it will miraculously disappear. I’m already six weeks so I don’t have a lot of time to play with.

Anyway, besides having this abortion, I’m already thinking about doing something different for the upcoming holiday season. I mean, it’s always nice to spend the holidays with family, but every damn year? I don’t think so! This year, I want to go away. Actually, I need to get away. It’s been a long time since I’ve been anywhere. And this year, I think I want to bring the New Year in somewhere else besides here. Somewhere exciting; somewhere exotic; somewhere captivating. I consider this, for a moment, then decide I need to also be someplace secluded, where I can kick back, and chill. Fuck and suck on some unknown dick. Yeah, that’ll take the edge off. Some good, thick, foreign dick is exactly what I need to ring in the New Year. The question is, where?

Maybe Hawaii, I think, imagining myself prancing around in a hula-skirt and bikini top, shaking and popping my hips on the beach, dropping down low and sucking down on some Polynesian cock. Or perhaps Tahiti or Bora Bora where I can hopefully fuck all night in a bungalow that overlooks soothing waters. Hmm…I wonder if Polynesian men are circumcised, or if they have a slab of skin flapping over the head of their dicks. I laugh to myself, shaking my head. “Girl, you a damn trip,” I say, giggling. “All you do is sit around thinking about dick.”

You got that right, baby, I answer in my head. Cock does the body damn good.

My home phone rings, disrupting my musings. I sit up in bed and lean over, glancing at the caller ID. It’s my mother.

“Hello, Mom,” I say.

“Bianca?” she asks, surprised to hear my voice. “Well, hello to you, too, young lady. Your father and I were wondering when we were going to hear from you.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve been meaning to call you,” I state apologetically. “I’ve been so caught up with work and whatnot.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she says, half-believing me. “Too busy to pick up the telephone to check in on your aging parents. You know—the parents who worked hard to provide you with a good, decent life; the ones who loved you and spoiled you rotten.”

I roll my eyes, wondering why she always feels the need to try to make me feel guilty when it never works. “Mom, you and Dad look wonderful to be retirees, and I’m sure the both of you have enough going on to keep you busy to not notice how long it’s been since we’ve spoken.”

“Oh, nonsense,” she snaps, chuckling. “Flattery will get you nowhere. You’re our baby and our only daughter, so naturally we are going to get worried when we don’t hear from you in over a month. A month, Bianca? My God!”

“Okay, okay. You made your point, Mom. I apologize.”

“Well, what has kept you so busy that you can’t find the time to pick up a phone to call us? I hope it’s a nice young man. It would be wonderful to see you married. And I would love to be around to see my only daughter give birth to her firstborn.”

Oh, Lord, I think, shaking my head. Here we go with this mess again. For some reason, my mother has been dropping hints about seeing me with a nice man, getting married and bearing children while she’s still alive.

“No,” I snap. “It’s not a man.”

“Well,” she huffs. “I wish it was a man, then I could understand your forgetfulness.”

“Mom, it’s not, so let’s please change the subject.”

“Well, are you at least dating?” she asks, ignoring my request.

“No, but I’m pregnant, and fucking everything moving,” I hear in my head. I shake the words out of my mind. “No,” I answer, getting up from the kitchen table, then climbing the stairs to my bedroom. “I’m not dating. I don’t have any interest in all that right now.”

I want to tell her I don’t like men. Think to tell her that I’m considering sucking clits and tits. Hell, I should tell her I’ve decided to have three kids by three different men. That will surely throw her into cardiac arrest. But she’s my mother, and I love her too much. So, I decide against it, knowing she’d kill me first before she passed out.

“Besides,” I continue, removing my bra and panties. “I don’t really have the patience for a man, nor do I want one.” I stare at myself in the mirror, admiring my beautiful nakedness. I run my hands along the front of my stomach, holding it in, then poking it out, trying to imagine myself with a pregnant belly. I frown at the image.

“You don’t want one?” she repeats, almost choking. “Please tell me, my dear child, what would you prefer over a man?”