The Man Handler

by Cairo

  The whole time in my dream, his face is a blur, but everything else about him is vivid and clear. I tug at his belt, unzipping him. I dig my hand down into his boxers, then pull his big dick out, and cup his heavy balls. I don’t have a ruler, but my mental ruler stamps his cock in at nine inches. It is thick, with big veins running along the top and on the right side of it. I drop to my knees, take him in my mouth, and suck him until my pussy screams and throbs and begs to be fucked.

  He tells me to get up and to lie back on the bed so he can pound my snatch with his cock. “Ooooh,” I moan, doing as I am told. I am turned on by his authority. He is demanding and forceful, and it causes blood to rush to the tip of my clit. He pushes his dick inside of me, plunges deep into my honey well and fills me with excruciating pleasure. My pussy muscles wrap around his dick and grip him with each thrust. He moans. I moan. We moan together. Groan together. And, then we cum together.

  When we finish, I lean back on my elbows, thighs wide apart, and pull open my wet, sticky pussy so that he can see the pinkness of my well-fucked hole.

  “I love how your curly hair is plastered down and stuck together over and around them thick pussy lips.”

  Droplets of his thick, creamy nut oozes out of my tight hole, and my faceless daddy buries his face between my legs and licks the center of my pussy, sucking on my clit, shoveling his long tongue deep into me and slurping up his nut. I almost faint. This old thick dick, mack daddy eats his cum out of me! Oh, it turns me the fuck on, and I cum again and again, and again!

  Damn him! Damn this dream! I want me a cum-eating, freaky assed man with a big, old-seasoned cock to fuck me, then eat his nut out of me, just like dude does in my dream. Oh, I’m so fucking horny! I’m going to close my eyes again, and hope I can summon him up in another dream. So…here’s to good dick and sweet cum!

  My pussy is wet, and I am tossing and turning in bed with two fingers pressed on my clit in an attempt to bust a nut. You would think that having been fucked by Nelson earlier in the evening would have been enough. Well, it’s not. The problem is, my dream has me so worked up, that I need more. And these fingers are not going to cut it, nor will a damn dildo. I need to be fucked with a dick attached to a man. I want to feel a dick up in my guts. No chit chat. Just straight up rough, sweaty fucking. I mean. I want a man with his dick hanging out of his boxers (and a pair of Timbs strapped on his feet) to walk up in here bare-chested, throw me down on the bed, beat this pussy up, fuck me cross-eyed, then walk the hell out. Is there anything wrong with that? Hell, no…not a damn thing!

  I glance at the digital clock glowing on the nightstand. It reads: 1:27 a.m. Who can I call this time of night? I think, flicking on the crystal lamp.

  I flip through my mental Rolodex, getting out of bed to retrieve my cell so I can scroll down the fifty or so names to see who—being single, that is—might be able to come through to scratch this itch. I start going through the alphabet. Aaron, nope; Andrew, nope; Anthony, nope; Brent, nope; Bronson, hell no, not with that lazy dick! I delete his number. Charles, nope; Curtis, nope; David, nope…I continue scrolling. Frankie, nope; Fred, hell fucking no! He cums too quick! I delete his number. Gary, nope; Gerald, nope; Greg, nope…I sigh, getting frustrated. Harold, hell no! Henry, nope…I purse my lips, continuing my manhunt for good dick. All of sudden, Wade pops into my head, causing me to smile. I haven’t invited him over for any pussy in over three weeks, and I purposefully haven’t been taking his calls. Sometimes you got to keep a man guessing, keep him wondering. And that’s what I do. I never make myself too available too much of the time. But, I have to say, Wade is always good for those last minute, emergency tune-ups. I scroll down to his name, then press dial.

  “Hello,” he answers after the fourth ring.

  “Hello, Wade?”

  “Yeah, what’s good, baby?” he says in his deep, sexy voice. “I was wondering when I was gonna hear from you. I thought you ditched a brotha or something.”

  Between you and me, I really hate the idea of dismissing Wade from dick duty, but his three month cycle is almost up. And, as with so many good things, everything must one day come to an end.

  “No,” I say, lightly pinching and pulling my nipples. “You haven’t been ditched, yet.”

  “Oh,” he chuckles, “not yet. Gee, thanks…I guess.”

  I decide to fuck with him, brushing off his remark, “Wade, don’t play, big daddy. You already know why I’m calling.”

  “Oh, what? You miss this big dick?”

  I smile, moaning. “Mmmm…yesssss, Daddy. My pussy is nice and tight. And sooooo wet. I’m rubbing my clit wishing it was your long, thick tongue stroking it. This fat, hot pussy misses you, baby. It’s yours to do whatever you want to with it.”

  “I’ll be right over,” he says, hanging up. I smile, jumping out of bed and racing to the shower to freshen up before he gets here to rock my insides out.

  Fifteen minutes later, he is ringing my bell, looking sexy as hell with a big grin on his face, and a brick hard dick. I answer the door topless, wearing a leopard print loincloth, and matching spool-heeled mules. The minute he walks through the door, he scoops me up in his arms, showers me with deep, passionate kisses, and shows me how badly he wants me, if only for the night.

  As soon as I get him upstairs, I turn on the stereo, and press play for the CD player. Mario’s “Music for Love” blares through the speakers as I begin to light the candles around the room. I can feel Wade’s eyes on me, taking in the sway of my hips as I move about the bedroom to the beat of the music. I pretend not to notice his burning gaze as I lay across my king-sized bed, spread open my legs and massage my pussy.

  “Strip for me,” I say, pulling open my excited pussy lips, revealing the pink, creamy center that awaits his thrust. He smiles, then licks his lips as I watch him slowly get undressed. He keeps his eye on my opened pussy, removing one piece of clothing at a time, winding his body in sync with the music. Winking his eye at me, licking his lips, and grabbing at his crotch. He is teasing me, and he knows it. But I am teasing him as well. And we are both enjoying it.

  By the time he gets over to the bed, I am lying in a puddle of boiling pussy juice. He licks and kisses between my thighs, then sticks his bald head (it’s as smooth as a baby’s bottom) in between my legs, and rubs the top of his head all up in my pussy, pressing on my clit, massaging my slippery slit. I never knew having someone’s head on my pussy could feel so damn good. After about five minutes, he replaces his head with his tongue, dipping in and out of me. Flicking and blowing on my clit, lapping the juices that seep from my overheated lips.

  Finally, I have enough of this tongue dance with my clit. I want the dick. He makes me beg for it. And, trust. I ain’t too proud to beg. I whine and plead for him to give me that fat dick until he sticks the head of it in, going in and out at first, then plunging all the way in. Slowly pulling back out, then slamming it back in. He does this for almost five minutes. Then he long strokes me. Short strokes me. Reaches up under me, palms and squeezes my ass while sucking on my titties. The nigga is killing me softly with a nice, slow fuck.

  He dicks me down for seventy-three minutes and twenty-six seconds (I know because I timed it) before he finally fills the Durex with a hot, thick nut. I am still lying on my back with my legs spread apart, rubbing the space that has entertained Wade’s dick. I can still feel him inside of me, and I want more.

  “I want some more of that dick,” I tell him.

  He grins, shaking it from side-to-side. He pulls off his condom and it looks like the skin of a long, thick Italian sausage that has been stretched, and is overflowing with its juices. His dick is slick from marinating in his own cream. The cum-slut in me wants to crawl to him, take his cock in my mouth and slurp down his wet dick. I fight the urge, watching him as he walks into the bathroom, tosses the condom in the trash, then returns with another condom in his hand. I watch as he tears it open, then rolls it onto his slick dick. I pull my legs up to my chest, preparing for him
to return to bed and enter me all over again.

  “Mmmm,” I moan as he climbs into bed, then gets between my legs. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me up, sliding his dick back in. “Oh, yes, Wade…fuck this pussy, baby…make my pussy cream all over your fat cock…”

  He strokes me deep and purposefully, then quickens his thrusts. I moan, grabbing his ass. “Let me get on my stomach,” I say, panting. I want to get fucked from the back. Want him to straddle my hips and ride up on top of this fat ass. He pulls his dick out, waits for me to turn over and pull open my ass cheeks, then slams his steel-hard cock back in. “Uh…oh, yes…”

  A few minutes later, he pulls out again, and we are changing positions. I get on my stomach, open my legs spread eagle. He gets on top of me with his legs between mine; then he slides his dick deep into my quivering pussy, soaked in excitement. Once we get into a real nice groove, I suck on his fingers while he pumps in and out of me. I gyrate my hips, move my pelvis back and forth, around and around, matching his thrusts. Then I close my legs so he can place his legs over mine to dig in deep. Mmmm. Hitting my G-spot exactly the way I like it.

  “Oh, yes…Oh, yes…” I moan in delight.

  “Yeah, baby,” he moans in my ear, “it’s ’bout time you called me to get up in this pussy again. I missed fucking this wet pussy.” He slams in and out of me, knocking my love basket upside down, then tossing it around. Oooh his dick feels like a heavy log being tossed up on my fire.

  A moan catches in the back of my throat. I push it out, and it sounds like a growl. “Aaaaaah, yes…then fuck this pussy like you mean it.”

  “Aaaah shit, baby…I’m getting ready to bust this nut.”

  He lifts up and I thrust my hips upward to greet his cock.

  “Give me that nut, daddy…give me that nut…mmmm…nut in this pussy.”

  “Uh,” he grunts. And just before he is about to nut, this mofo breaks the #1 cardinal rule. He fucking says, “I love you, baby.” That’s what the fuck he says. HE LOVES ME!! I scream in my head. Can you believe this shit?! This dries my pussy right on up, and jacks up my mood. It feels like someone has dumped a truck load of sand inside of me, that’s how dry my ocean of lust has become. Damn him! I knew I should have weaned him off this clit sooner. But nooooooooo! I have to be greedy and hold onto him. Now, there’s really no other recourse. This nigga has to go!

  I blink, blink again, hoping my ears are playing tricks on me. I wasn’t planning to give up his ever-ready cock, yet, but I will…and I am if it isn’t some Freudian slip or some shit. “What did you just say to me?” I ask, twisting myself from up underneath him, and rolling him off of me. He collapses on the bed beside me, trying to catch his breath. I shoot him a look, then glance at his still hard dick. He pulls off the condom, then strokes it. Now under different circumstances I would have a mouthful of his balls as he jerked off, but…

  “I said I love you,” he repeats. He stops jerking his “fucking” stick, and looks at me. “I didn’t mean anything by it. The pussy was feeling so good that it slipped out.”

  I sit up in the bed. “So you didn’t mean love as in you love me, but as in you love this pussy, right?” I ask, giving him an opportunity to redeem himself since I know that while in the throes of sweaty, toe-curling passion we all are known to say shit we don’t really mean.

  “Yeah, as in I love how my dick feels in your pussy,” he says, unconvincingly, getting out of the bed. He shoots me a look. “But, what if I did love you?”

  I take a deep breath. “Then I’d tell you you’re a damn fool.”

  “And why would I have to be a fool to love you?”

  I tilt my head, stare him in his beautiful face. There’s an innocence in his brown eyes that I find endearing. I scan his perfectly chiseled chest that sweeps down into a narrow waist, then flows around rippling, washboard abs. I take in his muscular thighs that part to accommodate a beautifully thick, chocolate dick and two mouthwatering balls. If I could only wrap him and Garrett and Maurice up into one man, then I think I would have the perfect man. But, since I can’t, there’s no need to settle on one man, especially on one I know I will never—can never—give my heart to.

  Now in the back of my mind, I’m thinking I should fuck him real good one more time, drop down on my knees suck him off, then give him his pink slip, but…I keep my gaze on his cock for few seconds longer, then look him in the eyes.

  “Because,” I finally say, getting up from the bed. I walk up to him and touch the side of his smooth face, “I’m not capable of loving you back.”

  He stares at me. “Incapable or unwilling to?” he asks, removing my hand from his face. He holds it in his, then kisses my palm. I can feel him searching for something I am unwilling to help him find.

  I pull away. “Both. And after tonight, I think it is best we end this situation we got going on.”

  He frowns, repeats what I’ve said. “Why’s that?”

  I slip on my robe. “Because the arrangement was we fuck, we suck, but we don’t catch feelings. And you’ve reneged on the agreement.”

  “Oh, okay,” he says, slipping on his jeans, “so I’m good enough to come through to climb up on your back, but not good enough to love, is that what you’re saying? As long as I fuck you on demand it’s all good, right? But feeling some kind of way about you, or for you, means this situation is over because you say so, right?”

  “Basically,” I say, brushing my hair, then pulling it back into a ponytail. My pussy still aches for another round of dick. I glance at the clock. It is already four-thirty in the morning. In a matter of hours, the sun will be rising, and I will have to be getting ready for work. I fake a yawn. “Listen, it’s late, I need for you to hurry up and go.”

  He hurriedly pulls his white tee over his head, then puts on his pinstriped button-up. “Yeah, you right. I gotta get outta here,” he says, snatching up his Timbs. “You on some real bull-shit at the moment. You act like there’s something wrong with a muhfucka diggin’ you. But it’s all gravy. Do you, ma.” I can hear the hurt in his voice.

  He walks out the room and heads downstairs. I follow behind.

  I stare at him. He looks let down, but what can he say, or do. Not a damn thing. “Listen,” I offer, “I’ve had a great time with you, but this journey was bound to run its course anyway. It’s best that we end it sooner, rather than later.”

  He turns and shoots me a look, sucking his teeth. “We aren’t doing anything. You are. But like I said, it’s all good. No biggie. You right, it was good while it lasted. So, I guess I should thank you for wetting my dick.”

  “That’s not really necessary. Like I said, I enjoyed the time we’ve spent together.”

  “Yeah, as long as I don’t use words like love around you. And you know what’s really got me bugging? I almost feel used.”

  “Used?” I repeat, frowning. “Wade, let’s not exaggerate here. I would hardly say you were being used. We both benefited from this. I wanted to fuck, and so did you. It was something we both mutually agreed on. So, please, don’t go there.”

  “Yeah, but that’s not all I want…I mean, wanted from you. I told you I was digging you. I wanted to get to know you. Go out. Do some shit other than fuck all the time.”

  “Well, that’s all I wanted from you—to fuck. And I told you from the door those extras were things that weren’t available to you, which is why I stressed ‘no-strings-attached,’ because I do not want to be attached to anyone. Not right now, anyway.”

  “Then when? When you get tired of having different muhfuckas run up in you,” he says, shocking me. “Yeah, I know you like getting your fuck on. But, c’mon, at some point you need to stop playing yourself, and let love in so it can do what it do.”

  I tilt my head, placing my hand on my hip. “And what would that be, huh, Wade?”

  He walks up on me, pulls me into him, then kisses me forcibly. I feel myself getting caught up in his storm, and being pulled into its winds. He pulls away before I get swept away.
“Love you,” he says, gazing at me. I knew then he really had feelings for me. Humph. I almost feel sorry for him, standing here looking all pitiful and whatnot. Poor thing. But he knew the rules. Now, I’ll admit. Good dick is my weakness. But, it’s something I’ll never be a fool over. And my mind is made up. There will (can) be no more fucking between us. Damn him!

  “That’s not what I’m looking for.”

  “Well, that’s too bad,” he says, walking towards the door. He looks at me over his shoulder. “’Cause I am.”

  “Then you were looking in the wrong place, and definitely in the wrong face.”

  He grimaces as if I’ve said something hurtful. As if I’ve tossed a bucket of hot shit in his face. He gives me a painful stare, then says, “I guess I was.” And with that said, boyfriend walks out the door, and closes it behind him. Easy cum, easy go, I think, walking over to lock my door. Two down, and one more to go.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Let me share a little something with you. See. I believe there are women who spend their lives wishing and praying for a knight in sparkling, shining armor—or a handsome prince charming galloping up on a white horse to sweep them off their feet. And, interestingly, I believe that many of these women are actually fortunate enough to snag such a catch. However, there are also, I believe, women who sit home night after night, alone and lonely, praying and crying for someone—anyone—to rescue them from their miserable situations. Even some of them are lucky enough to meet their saviors. Then there are women who, sadly, even after finding whom they believed to be their perfect “fairytale” man, they find themselves still sitting around wishing and wondering and praying and crying, hoping for shit that will never come true. So they go through life turning a blind eye to the naked truths that the men they have given their hearts to have fucked them over. Humph!