satisfaction.

Why would I forsake you? You have been good to me. You, my precious pussy, are the keeper of joy and pleasure and pain; the receiver of a man’s spirit. And when you open your floodgates, all things good and bad flow from the center of you in abundance, allowing you to cleanse.

Carelessly, I have allowed one man to plant his spirit in you, and now his seed has taken root, and will bring forth a child, my child. One I am ambivalent about having. But I couldn’t go through with that abortion. I just couldn’t. So, I don’t know what this will mean for me, or for you. I can’t promise you that I won’t continue to fuck while I am pregnant, but I will promise, no, no…I’ll try, not to fuck with wild abandon for a while. I can’t make any guarantees. ’Cause I love to fuck. And I love how fucking makes you feel. You are very special to me. I appreciate you. I adore you. We are connected. I am my pussy. And my pussy is me.

Love always,

Bianca

I reread it, then chuckled to myself, shaking my head. What a hot damn mess, I think, neatly folding it then slipping it inside my purse. I’m not only a dick-loving ho, but now I’m a pregnant one. Isn’t that some shit?

I purse my lips, thinking about this pregnancy. There’s nothing you can do about it now. Everything happens for a reason. Be thankful that out of all the dicks you’ve fucked you didn’t end up with something deadly. Be thankful it was Garrett who bust up in you raw, and got you pregnant. He’ll be a good father.

I take a deep breath, deciding to tell Garrett that I am carrying his child the minute I return from my trip; that I am open to exploring the swingers’ scene with him; that I want to have a threesome with him and Wade. I will tell him that I will give him a chance, but the minute he starts smothering me, or stressing me, or getting on my damn nerves, all bets are off.

I glance over at the handsome passenger sitting next to me and catch him eyeing me. He is no longer working on his puzzle. Instead, he is sipping on a glass of champagne. By the look in his eyes, he’s had more than one glass. I take in his clean-shaven face. Admire his tanned skin, dark eyes and chiseled features. I don’t see any ring on his thick finger.

“Are you married?” I decide to ask.

“Divorced,” he answers. “And you?”

I glance down in his crotch. “Extremely horny,” I say in a whisper, slowly licking my lips.

He gives me a mischievous smirk, taking a long gulp from his flute.

“You know, I was staring at you earlier. You are a very beautiful woman.”

“Thank you.” I lean into his ear again and whisper. “Have you ever slipped your dick into a black woman?”

“I love all women, Beautiful,” he says. “I don’t discriminate. Will you be staying in Frankfurt?”

“No, I’m catching a connecting flight to Cairo,” I share.

“That’s too bad. I would have loved to continue this discussion, and perhaps further explore each other’s passions, in a more private setting.”

I look around the spacious cabin. There is only a sprinkle of people flying first class. “Well, it’ll be dark soon. And we still have several hours before we land.” I pause, giving him time to absorb what I am offering. I reach for my purse and discreetly pull out a box of condoms. He nods, knowingly. “Perhaps,” I continue, lightly touching his knee, “I can entice you to some slow, wet head, then a little dose of sweet pussy.”

He lifts his flute, grinning. “Perhaps you can.” He squeezes his legs shut, allowing me to see the meaty bulge that has formed in his lap. I fight the urge to touch it, to stroke it against the fabric of his slacks.

“In another hour, I will slip into the bathroom. Wait five minutes, to make sure no one is paying attention, then come in behind me.”

He finishes his drink, licking his lips. This time he leans over towards me and whispers in my ear, “And I’m going to fuck that sweet black pussy like no other man has.”

I lean my head back, and smile. The thought of giving a stranger some of this juicy pregnant pussy excites me and is making my panties wet. Oh, don’t look at me like that. Why should I pass up this opportunity to get fucked on a plane? Oh, alright, if it’d make some of you judgmental hoes feel better, how ’bout I let him fuck me in the ass, depending on how fat his dick is, instead of giving him some pussy? Would that make you feel better? Geesh. Then again, I don’t give a hot shit what the hell any of you think. I’m a grown ass woman! My slick cunt muscles constrict. Oh, yes, I think, shifting in my seat. I’m gonna suck and fuck the shit out of this fine-ass man. Hell, I’m knocked up, not disabled. Besides, I’m the Man Handler, baby. And I love to fuck!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Cairo resides in New Jersey, where he is finishing up his next literary creation, Daddy Long Stroke. His travels to Egypt are what inspired his pen name. You can visit the author at www.myspace.com/Cairo2u, www.blackplanet.com/Cairo2u, or email the author at cairo2u@verizon.net.

IF YOU LIKED “THE MAN HANDLER,” YOU’RE GOING TO LOVE “DADDY LONG STROKE.”

ENJOY A LITTLE TASTE…

DADDY LONG STROKE

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Damn, I love eatin’ pussy. ’Specially when a broad got that sweet ’n tangy, saucy-type pussy that sticks on the tip of my tongue. Or that juicy, gushy-type pussy that squirts into my mouth, then drips down my chin as I slurp it all up. Man, listen…there’s nuthin’ like havin’ a chick squattin’ up over my face, sittin’ her pussy down on this long tongue, or havin’ her on her back wit’ her legs up over my shoulders and my face buried deep between them smooth thighs while I’m tongue-drillin’ her, or havin’ her bent over a chair wit’ her ass spread open and my tongue deep- strokin’ her from her asshole to the back of her slit—while I’m beatin’ my dick, or got her throatin’ it.

Mmmph, mmmph, mmph…I love the way it tastes, and smells—well, provided the ho isn’t a walkin’ fish market, smellin’ like sewage, or leakin’ a buncha shit that looks like snot or cottage cheese, feel me? A smelly bitch, forget it…no tongue, no dick, nada—it’s a muthafuckin’ wrap! But a chick who keeps that box right…mmmph, man, listen…finger lickin’ good! There’s nuthin’ more intoxicatin’ than the savorin’ scent of a clean, excited pussy oozin’ wit’ hot, sticky juices. Gotdaaaaamn, talkin’ ’bout gobblin’ up a pussy got my dick bricked like a muhfucka, word up. And, on some real shit, I love eatin’ it almost as much as I love fuckin’ it.

I also like to kiss on the pussy. From soft, gentle kisses to deep, tongue-probin’ French-kissin’, I love havin’ my tongue and lips all up on it, and in it. Sometimes, I lay my tongue flat up against it, then flap it up and down, draggin’ it along the front and back of her slit. I use my mouth and tongue to stimulate all the sensitive areas of a bitch’s pussy and clit, circlin’ my tongue all over and ’round it. I listen to what makes a broad moan, and know when to change it up to give her that ultimate tongue experience.

Fuck what ya heard. Tongue-fuckin’ is sumthin’ a muhfucka should take pride in when doin’ it. Just like I expect a broad to handle this dick like she loves it, I expect the same shit from myself when it comes to eatin’ her pussy. I make love to that shit wit’ my mouth, lips, and tongue, eatin’ it like there’s a chocolate-covered cherry

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