6 comments/ 5561 views/ 10 favorites Manny's PK By: zoecharlemagne Hiyo! This is my first time submitting. Please, I'd love love constructive feedback. It will help me determine whether or not chapter two will be posted. Thanks folks! ***** Oh, not now Manny baby. Not tonight. This was the only thought my brain processed as I looked at the name on my iPhone screen. I honestly wasn't in the mood to speak with him or anyone for that matter. Work was stressful as usual and I couldn't shift my mind to home mode. There were still two volunteering field trips I had to plan, and now that she gave me permission, I needed to figure out a way to let Tamera's parents know that she was 3 months pregnant. I also had to write out a lesson plan for my healthy beginnings group- a support group for kids that had been hospitalized for depression but had now returned to school. Being a school counselor wasn't a job for the faint of heart, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. What it did require, however, was a healthy amount of compassion that sometimes left me burnt out at home. Today was definitely one of those days and I just wasn't in the mood for much talking. Sighing, I took a swig of my half-gone glass of Chardonnay before swiping my finger across the screen to accept his call. "Manny man...talk fast babe cause I'm busy. Wassup?" I asked him, circling the rim of the glass. Manny understood how hectic my evenings could be, but occasionally took it personally when I became caught up in my work. I still was holding out hope though that my swift tone would politely convey that I didn't have time to talk right now. "Damn...that's how you do your boy? You do know that it's over here cracking, right? Ugh, I think I just felt it split in half." I could just about guess what he was doing by now verbatim; hand to chest gripping his shirt for effect to soothe his "cracking heart" while scrunching up his nose and squinting his hazel eyes in pain. Such a drama king, this one. "Oh I'm sure you'll be just fine, lover" I muttered, jotting down an idea I had for an ice breaker for the group tomorrow. I wonder if the new girl is actually going to talk about why she- "All better now that I heard that word lover leave your sweet lips, pretty kitty"- he said lowly, interrupting my train of thought about the new group member. Suddenly, my brain shifted from the group to the slight throb I felt down below at the mention of his pet name for me. Born out of a night involving Jack Daniels, the Isley Brothers, and us, Manny starting calling me pretty kitty after giving me the best head of my life for an hour. Halfway through, he lifted his face up and smacked loudly with his lips, telling me that I had the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen. In private, he took to calling me pretty kitty; pk for short in front of our friends. He knew that my body always had this weird involuntary reflex whenever he called me that and was fucking with me now to get me going. Crossing my legs, I shifted in my chair to add a little pressure to his "pk". After clearing my throat a few times, I took another drink to calm my hormones down a bit. Manny was the shit and he knew it, but I never gave in to him easily. "Uht oh pretty kitty...sounds like something's caught in your throat there. You alright baby?" He asked, mockingly. Asshole. "Peachy keen, sugar. Peachy fuckin keen. Listen babe, I'm glad you called. I know our schedules have been impossible over the past few weeks, and I guess I kind of miss you. Kind of..." I stressed, hoping he wouldn't know just how much I actually craved him in every orifice of my body. "Right now though just isn't the best time for me to talk, so how about this. How about you let me stop by Friday evening after you get off? By then, all my craziness should be over and handled; at least for this week anyway," I added, frowning up my whiskey colored eyes and creamy caramel cheeks once I remembered my schedule for next week. It would be even more hectic than this week with the number of Meetings I had to attend. Le sigh. "I have a better idea," he replied. "How about no." "No?.. Erm...excuse me? I don't remember giving you the option to turn my plans around. How about no to your no"? I let out a forced laugh. Clearly, he didn't hear me. As much as I missed the d, I had things to do. "Ahhh, there she is. I was wondering when the real Zhane was going to show up and not this slightly nice version I was just talking to. There's my feisty kitty" he added with a sexy chuckle. "Ok Manny. Well, what do you know? Your time is up, since we're just using it to talk shit. Hanging up now love. Ciao!" I said, acting madder than I actually was. This dance we choreographed was nothing new, but we loved it. Drama for drama's sake...that was just how we rolled. He, however, didn't sound like he was having it tonight and let me know so. "Zhane" he said, strong, low and steady. Something about the way he said my name made me alert, nervous, and wet all at once. I sat up straighter in my chair. "Yep, still here." "You love to test me, huh? That's no problem, pretty kitty. Just be warned that when I see you, I promise that I'm attacking you on sight. And you know what, Miss. Zhane?" he baited, putting emphasis on the Miss. "Your ass will be begging for me to be down your throat by the end. Tell me I'm lying and I'll hang up right now, like you asked me to. Tell me" he growled out. Fuck. He'd found a way to do it again, the bastard. Not that I was complaining, because truthfully I wanted it. Regardless of the amount of shit I talked in the beginning, I'd always end up with my mouth full by the end, just the way we both liked it. Actually, who was I kidding? We both loved it, if I was being honest. At the ages of 33, we both saw no point in letting shame mess up our game. A far cry from the guys I dated in my 20's, Manny introduced me to what complete and utter acceptance from a potential mate felt like, both in and outside of the bedroom. Included in that package for me was a weak spot for giving him the best head he'd ever received this side of the Mississippi. By this point, my legs were crossed tightly and my pussy was clenching around his phantom cock. The minute he mentioned putting his beautiful, thick dick in my mouth, my pussy because instantly hot and wet. Hell, I felt my thick lower lips practically sticking together because of the juices pooling out of my opening. Putting both elbows on the table and leaning my body weight against it, my hips gyrated in a slow circle on their own accord, trying to relieve some of the pressure that began to build up down below while he was talking. As hard as I tried to fight it, a low moan escaped my mouth as the friction from my yoga pants stroked my clit. Fuck him for doing this... "Mmhmm. Just like I thought. You talk so much shit but you know what the deal is, pretty kitty. That moan you just let out told me all I needed to know. Like I said to your plan for Friday--no. Clear? I think we have some more immediate matters to address now," he demanded. This was the part of the game I loved. Turned on by the thought of defiance, I found my voice. "Like I said...no. And while we're at it, how about a hearty fuck you for good measure, huh? How about that, Mr. Manny? Although...I'd bet you would like a good, hearty fuck, right? Such a shame that you won't have your wet pretty kitty until Friday" I drawled out, sexily. At this point, he knew what it was. I was going to have him as hard as I was wet by the end of this call. While one hand held the phone, I placed my middle finger in my mouth to wet it, then slid it under my shirt and bra to play with a hard nipple. Hearing him groan, my massaging turned into me pinching and twisting my buds. I loved a little pain with my pleasure. I moaned much louder and deeper into the phone. "What's the matter Manny baby? I hear you groaning over there. Are you mad because I'm telling you no? Or is your dick getting hard hearing me over here? Is that what's wrong baby? Hmmm? Is your dick getting rock hard, thinking about your pretty kitty? I bet that it's--" The doorbell rang, effectively halting the string of filthy expletives that were about to tumble from my lips. When Manny and I were first intimate, we learned quickly how much we mutually enjoyed dirty talk. As he said, "there's nothing better than having your body and mind thoroughly fucked at the same time". I truly agreed and showed him just how much I did every time we got together. Getting up from the table, I pulled my pants and panties from my vagina, feeling them clinging from the wetness seeping from me. "Still there Manny baby?" I asked, walking over to the door quickly. I needed whoever this was to go away...like, pronto. "Mmmhmmm," he replied; a bit too softly for my liking. Opening the door, I balanced the phone between my cheek and shoulder. "Aww, don't get all quiet on me now big-" All words ceased to flow as I craned my neck up to his 6'5 frame. Hulking in my door way was none other than delicious Manny looking pissed off and horny all at once. I knew right then and there, that I was in trouble. ***** Manny's PK Ch. 02 His tan jaw flexed and ticked. Head titled to the left, his eyes gleamed wildly at me. His wavy brown hair was pushed out of his face, giving me an unrestricted view of his strong district features. Before I could speak, he slowly started walking forward into the living room, effectively making me stumble backwards to let him in. Without breaking eye contact, he slammed my front door shut. Lips smirking, he wordlessly reached out and spun me around; pulling my back to his hard front. Manny meant business. "I told you...when I see you, I'm fucking you up on sight. I'm a man of my word, baby." Reaching his hands down the front and inside of my pants, he dug in my panties and stroked his forefinger down to separate my wet lips. Adding a middle finger to the mix, he slowly rubbed all my juices around, smearing it all over my vagina. I leaned my head back on his shoulder and opened my legs a little wider, silently urging him to stroke me a little deeper. Breathing heavily, I made small circles on his hand, rubbing my clit against him to gain some relief. Out the corner of my eye, I caught our reflection in the hallway mirror. Him, fully clothed, dominating my pussy with just two thick fingers and I...wantonly grinding against his hand. I couldn't deny it if I wanted to; I loved the sight of us it. "Since you had so much to say on the phone, I think we may need to find another use for your mouth. Open up please", he sing-songed in my ear. Defy. The first thing my rebellious nature told me to do. Being true to myself, I rolled my pelvis again and shook my head no. "Hmph. Such a badass, huh? Okay...Let me put this another way." Without a moment to waste, Manny ripped my pants and panties down, bent me over, and firmly slapped my ass. Kneeling down behind be, he bit my right cheek hard while shoving three fingers in me at the same time. Instantly, I felt semi filled. It wasn't as good as his cock, but it was still fucking good. Reaching forward, I placed my left hand and left side of my face against the wall I front of me. It was necessary if I didn't want to fall forward from the force that he was fingering me with. Moaning, I pushed back against his fingers and face that he added to the mix, spreading my ass cheek open further with my right hand. Looking back at him over my shoulder, I panted loudly. The sound instantly made me wetter and triggered something primal deep in me. "Fuck...Manny! Yes...just like that." Damn, this man knew just what to do to a girl. "Oh yea?? Just like that? Now you know how to open your mouth, right?" Moaning, I just continued to push back against him, grinding faster and harder. Silently, I was begging him not to stop. I was getting so close... "It wasn't a fucking rhetorical question Zhane. I said do you know how to open your mouth now?" He asked before replacing his fingers with a long stiff tongue. His hand began to rapidly work the rest of my pussy over from clit to lips. At that moment, I felt it. The frenetic pace in which I started moving my ass against him and the tight knot forming in my belly told me that this was it. And boy, was it going to be a big one. "Oh shit baby right there! Oh shit; I'm gonna cum baby. I'm gonna cum all over your fingers and face baby! Fuck... HERE IT G--" The words weren't even off my tongue before Manny abruptly dropped his fingers and removed his tongue from me. Maniacal, I spun around and stood up, dumbfounded and pissed. No he didn't! I was convinced that he was trying to administer a slow death by lack-of-orgasm-itis. Who the fuck had time for that? Certainly not me. "MANNY! What are you doing?!? I was so close...come on baby...finish me...please". In that moment, I fully understood what TLC meant about not being too proud to beg. While I knew that embarrassment would eventually creep in and probably have me face-palming myself in the morning, right now I didn't give a damn. Manny on the other hand, knew right then that he'd won our little dance of domination. Standing up to full height, he glared down at me with eyes full of lust and determination. Licking his lips, he didn't bother wiping my essence off his chin. Entranced, I reached out with my tongue and swiped a taste of myself off his face. Hmmm...delicious. Immediately his eyes narrowed. "You want to cum, huh? Maybe now you"ll listen when I ask you to do something" he said, stepping closer and further invading my space. At this point, my hands were rubbing on my mound, making their way to my clit. Noticing this, Manny grabbed both of my hands and pinned them over my head with one of his. "I'm not asking now, I'm telling you. Open your mouth, Zhane". More than turned on, I opened my mouth for him. Slowly, he smiled at me while raising his free hand to my lips. One by one, he slowly fed me the fingers that had fucked my sweet, wet pussy. Restraint obliterated at this point, I sucked each one hard and deep, swallowing every remnant of myself I could taste. Letting out a groan in his chest, Manny stared hotly at my mouth. "Good, baby?" He asked with hooded eyes. Tamed a bit, I nodded demurely while still sucking his digits. "I know you love that shit baby. In fact, I know you love it so much that I'm going to do you one better and let you lick all over my dick. How's that? Would my pretty kitty like to suck me off now?" Nodding and smiling slowly, I reached for his cock. Rubbing my hands all over his length from the outside of his jeans, I felt my mouth begin to water and my clit throb harder. Manny knew that I had a ravenous appetite for oral sex with him and I couldn't get enough. Having the chance to see his hot, thick seed up close and personal always made me cream especially hard. It was a secret pleasure that only he knew about. Unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers, his cock sprung up and down like a vertical metronome. Thick and veiny with a more than appropriate length, Manny's silky smooth penis brushed against my sex. Glancing down, I instantly hit my knees. "That's right baby girl. Do what you've wanted to do for the past two weeks. Drain my dick dry, baby." Pushing my head onto him, he sealed the deal with these words: "get to work." And work I did, slowly taking him inch by inch to get reacquainted with his size. Relaxing myself, I took his cock as far down as I could...providing just the right amount of saliva needed for a slightly messy, proper deep throat. Slowly swallowing him two more times, I began to suck hard and deep in my mouth, adding a hand to jerk his shaft off as needed. Towering above me, Manny never broke eye contact but kept both hands on the sides of my face. Slowly, he starting pumping his hips in and out of my mouth, shaking his head slowly from left to right. "So fucking beautiful...my pretty kitty is so fucking beautiful. No disrespect baby, but I love to see you on your knees taking all of my dick deep in your throat...fuck..." He trailed off, letting out a strangled cry as I started vacuuming him with my tongue and cheeks. That one swift movement set him off. Pushing me back against the wall, Manny bent his knees, gripped his hands in my thick natural mane, and proceeded to fuck my mouth into oblivion. When it became hard to breathe, I'd tap his legs and he'd ease up, asking if I was okay and offering to stop. So sweet...but there was no way that I was letting that happen. I earned the nut he was rapidly on his way to busting down my throat, and in a weird way...I wanted the rough mouth handling. If I wasn't careful, I'd be right there with him, as I was still on fire from my missed orgasm earlier. "Mmhmm. Damn Ne'...you are the best baby. So beautiful... So smart...so fucking dirty...and mine. All fucking mine and nobody else's...shit!" Once he started calling me Ne', I knew that things were shifting into overdrive. Picking up the pace, Manny wasn't even really talking to me but more to himself. He was so far gone in the zone that he started to completely withdraw his dick from my mouth, only to shove it back down my throat. Moaning and purring deeply in my chest, my hands snaked down to my dripping pussy and furiously began fucking it with one and stoking my clit with the other. Manny stared down in between throat jams and spoke more filthy words, egging us both forward. Soon, he stopped the oral onslaught. Walking back a few steps, he pinned me with his eyes while slowly stroking his pipe. As he engaged in my second guilty pleasure, something in my belly grew white hot. "Baby... Are you done fucking my throat? That's too bad, I kinda miss getting my mouth jammed up by you already...mmm" His slow strokes began to pick up the pace, as he walked closer to my face. Still masturbating myself, I leaned forward and started to suck one of his heavy, full balls from underneath. "Mmm, you know.. Maybe it's not all bad that you're not mouth fucking me", I moaned out between licks "Now I can suck on these while you jerk your dick off." Gone. I'd officially pushed him to his limit at that moment. "Shit Ne'... Don't stop fucking that pussy! Let me see it...open those fucking legs more so I can see all that cream squirt out...wanna taste it" "You like that don't you baby? Jerking off in front of me while I play with your pretty kitty. Oh Manny... Fuckk..." Jerking firm and fast, Manny's face was hard set and sweating. Both of our hands blurs; we never broke eye contact. Opening my mouth, I was close. This was it...I was going to fall apart and leave a big wet mess on my floor. "Manny!! Fuck...your pussy is cumming right now baby. Cum with me please Manny...jerk that dick in my mouth. Cum down my throat, NOW!" With a roar, Manny pushed my head back, opening my mouth further and placed his cock on my tongue. Giving his dick three more hard pulls, he and shouted "Take it all, Ne'! Take it all down your throat!", before blasting five strong pumps of his hot, salty seed in my mouth. Caught up in passion, I greedily swallowed it all, closing my eyes while savoring his unique flavor. My Manny. ********************* Sinking down to the floor as well, we both sat in a stupor. Breathing heavily but saying nothing, we took a few moments to bask in the afterglow...those delectable few moments after we shared a mind-blowing orgasm. Standing up, Manny dawdled to the kitchen and returned with a few bottles of water. After drinking down most of his, Manny took a few deep calming breaths and pulled me into his arms. "Hi" he said, kissing my temple. This man was starting to personify perfection. "Hi yourself", I sighed, lacing my fingers with his while tracing lazy circles on the back of his hand with my thumb. My body and brain were surprisingly calm, considering how hectic I was earlier. What group was I planning again??? "How was your day, Ne'?" "It was actually pretty shitty, to be honest", I said, passing my free hand through my mahogany colored hair with a light laugh. Taking a deep breath, I turned my whole body to face him head on. "Funny thing is...for some strange reason, it just recently got better. Much better, actually and I haven't the foggiest idea why it's just magically improved. Must've been the puppies I saw in the window of the pet shop on my way home", I mused, placing a finger on my chin in mock deep thought. Smiling broadly enough to make his dimples wink, Manny didn't reply but turned my face towards him. Gazing at me, he placed a soft, tender kiss on my lips before fluttering his eyes closed. Not even five minutes ago, this man led me to a seizure inducing orgasm. His kiss, however, set off an incomparable smoldering in my heart. It was one of those kisses where he wordlessly seemed to be trying to convey his emotions toward me. Pulling back, Manny leaned his head against the wall. Watching his chest rise and fall evenly, he had an aura of calm and peace about himself that made me say the only thing I could appropriately muster up. "Well, damn." Eloquent, I know. In that moment I started to mentally question myself, which I hate doing. I wanted to crack a joke, sing a hymn, recite a Psalm...something! Anything to lessen the painfully obvious air of mutual admiration that was surrounding us. Try as I might though, I couldn't. Those defense mechanisms that I had been putting up to keep myself emotionally untangled were slowly beginning to dissolve. Slowly. After attempting to avoid all of this, during the kiss it became apparent what was happening. He'd been hinting at me for the past 7 months how he felt beyond our physical relationship. Typically, I joked it off to shirk away from the topic. Now, it was rapping away at my conscious like two motivated Jehovah's Witnesses Damn...there was no more ignoring this. Pretty kitty was undoubtedly starting to fall for Mr. Manny. ***** These two right here though...whew! Thanks for the comments. This will be a very short story; maybe one or two more chapters, as this is only a snapshot in their lives. Let's hope that Ne' gets it together...