Mr. Man - Sex Stories

Mr. Man

... up and we boarded. She lit the '18' button and we started to rise. There was an awkward silence, finally broken by Rachel. “I do apologize, Sir. Mr. Man did not inform us that you would be stopping by. He generally notifies us of guests coming ahead of time. Please accept my apologies.” “Oh, no, that's...yeah. No problem.” She nodded a tight-lipped smile, so as to accept. The doors opened, and the hallway was wide and bright, decorated with plants and paintings and even a small waterfall from the ceiling. It was definitely more decadent than any hotel I'd ever seen. Rachel once again motioned toward the end of the hall, and I followed her to the room labeled 'PH.' “Here you are, Sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?” I nodded no, and before I was finished, she knocked three solid wraps on the door. From inside, I heard footsteps, and finally the latch unlocking. The door swung open, and behind it stood a handsome tall, sturdy black man of about forty, smiling wide through white teeth, adorned in a large, thick bathrobe. “Ah, you made it!” I smiled. He was handsomer than I had expected. “Thank you, Rachel. I'm so sorry I didn't call down before. My fault entirely.” As he said this, he slid a bill into her hand. From the glance I got, I'm pretty sure it was a $50. Whoa... “No trouble at all, Mr. Man. Will there be anything else?” “Not at the moment, but I'll surely be calling you soon, okay?” His smile never faded. “Anything you need, Mr. Man. Take care.” With that, she ...

... gave me a sly look as if she knew something I didn't and carried on down the hall. “Not bad, huh?” Mr. Man said, watching her disappear down the hall. “Ah, no.” I said meakly. “Oh, come on! You don't have to be coy. I didn't invite you over to be coy, you know.” The smile shined on me. I chuckled as he lead me into his room. The room itself was impressive, but I felt the lead up to it mislead my expectations. It was a great room, no doubt about that, but it wasn't the palace I had come to expect. “Make yourself at home. Have a drink, have a seat, anything you like.” Mr. Man laid on the bed, holding his bathrobe over his thighs as he did. I sat in a chair and crossed my legs, trying to be as casual as possible. “This is a nice place. Really.” “Isn't it?” he said as he looked around the room. “This is always where I stay when I come to LA. Just feels like home.” I nodded at that, and once again, the silence hung between us. “Maybe this will help loosen you up...” he picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV. It clicked on, and the darkness gave way to an already-in-progress scene of two young blonde women sucking on another guy's large white cock. Though it took me by surprise, it was a relief to have the attention diverted form conversation and onto something more to the point. “You like that?” he asked. “Oh yeah.” I answered. And these blondes really were smoking hot. Nine times out of ten, the women in a scene like this are just vehicles for the tits, ass and pussy, but ...