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"Hey, Anthony," the pretty dark-skinned woman said into her iPhone.
"Hey, baby! What's up," replied the forty-one year old general practice attorney.
"I'm so sorry to ask, but I need a big favor."
"Sure, sexy! What can I do?"
"I promised my cousin, Lavell, I'd pick him up from the mechanic. But, I have to
work over. Can you give him a ride to his house please?"
"Yeah. I can handle that. What time?"
"He's expecting me at 5:30."
"Yeah, that'll be cool. Text me the address."
"Thanks, handsome!"
"Anytime, beautiful!"
"Okay. I gotta get back to work. I'll call you when I get off at nine."
Anthony Kirby picked up the phone in his office and called in his paralegal. Within a minute, his employee showed up.
"Yes, boss," lisped the effeminate Colombian man.
"I have to run an errand for Keisha," Anthony shared. "I need to leave in five. We can't fuck tonight. Can you come in early so I can get that booty?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Keep it tight for me."
"Si, papi!"
Anthony came to a stopping place and packed up his laptop. He walked out of his office and locked the door. He shared a building with eight other lawyers. All of
them were solo practitioners. They had a common receptionist, but all of their business interests were separate. He headed to his black 2013 Hyundai Azera. He was dressed in a taupe Pronto Uomo modern fit suit, white button-down shirt, red tie, and tan Joseph Abboud plain-toe Oxford shoes.
The six-foot-one-inch, one-hundred-eighty-four pound, caramel toned man headed out of the parking lot. He was aided by the sounds of the GPS on his phone. On the drive, he got a call from his ex-wife. Her name was Carole. She was an attractive white woman. They had two k**s together. The reason they divorced three years ago was the fact that Anthony was detached and worked too many hours. She kept the house and had primary custody of the c***dren. The truth was that Anthony was usually in the office late fucking Carole's thick and pretty 19 year old nephew.
"Hello," he answered dryly.
"Hey! I just wanted to know if you're okay with Michaela going on a school trip to ROme," the divorcee replied.
"Fine by me. When is it? How much is it gonna cost me?"
"It's in July. It'll cost us four thousand. Half each."
"Yeah. I can do that. When do you need the money."
"Next week is fine."
"Okay, bye Carole."
Anthony always hung up the phone swiftly on her. He made it to the repair shop. He had never met Keisha's cousin, but his girlfriend had sent over the phone number so he could reach out when he arrived. Anthony placed a call.
"Hello," the voice said apprehensively.
"Hi! This is Anthony. Keisha's friend. Is this Lavell," the lawyer checked.
"Yes, it is Lavell. How are you?"
"I'm good. I'm in the parkig lot in a black Hyundai."
"Alrighty then. I'll be right out."
Lavell exited the buidling. He was wearing a pair of light orange Bermuda shorts, a white graphic tee, and black low-top Chuck Taylors. He was light-skinned with a neon green dyed short mohawk. He wasn't chubby, but he was thick. He swtiched as he headed towards the car.
Anthony had never met this particular relative, but his antenna went up
immediately. He loved having sex with eager sissy bois. It did not matter their race, size, or age. He enjoyed banging out boipussy. He got his first taste when he was law school at West Virginia University.
The femboi was called Mickey. He was white, twenty-two years old, and slender. He had a beautiful face and long blonde hair. He worked at a convenience store that Anthony frequented to purchase beer. One night, Mickey said he'd love to join him drinking. Anthony extended the invitation. After both got drunk, Anthony's dick was being sucked by the faggot. They fucked for two hours that night. It was the best sex the man had had up until that point.
Lavell opened the passenger door.
"Hi there," Anthony grinned.
"Hello," the girlish dude shot back.
"Where do you live?"
"I stay right off Carter Road."
"Cool. DO you live alone?"
"I don't. But my roommate is out of town for work until Friday."
"Nice. How long you to lived together."
"Just over a year. A very good friend."
"Is he your man?"
"No," laughed the red bone guy. "She is someone I've known for a while. I don't have a man right now," Lavell shared.
"Why is that," pressed Anthony.
"No reason. You ask a lot of questions."
"I'm a lawyer. It's what I do. So, do you keep secrets?"
"I'm a fag. I keep all kinds of secrets. I don't run my mouth cause you get more dick that way."
"Smart! Have you ever let your roommate's man fuck you?"
"Wow! You're pretty straight-forward. I have."
"Does she know," the driver asked.
"Absolutely not, sir," exclaimed the sissy.
"I like that you call me sir. If I wanted to fuck you, would you not tell your cousin."
"It's none of her business."
"Good. I wanna fuck you bad! Tell me about the last time you got fucked."
"It was last weekend," began Lavell. "I went downtown to do a drag show at Secrets.
After the show ended, I went outside. Then, a blue Dodge Challenger pulled up beside me. The guy rolled down his window and asked if I liked to smoke. I told him yes and then he said for me to get in the car. We went to his motel room. He was like super tall. Probably six-nine or six-ten. Slim body. Big fat ten-inch dick. We got high and fucked me till the sun came up."
"Bitch," Anthony remarked. "You got me hard as fuck."
"I can take care of that," Lavell retorted.
Lavell leaned over and unbuckled Anthony's belt. He pulled down the slacks and admired the nice looking eight-and-a-half-inch member poking out in the green athletic boxers.
"Oh my," smiled the bitch.
"Like that, faggot," Anthony asked.
"Totally!"
Lavell sucked away. Anthony swerved a time or two. That made Lavell stop so he could give directions to his complex.
When they arrived, both gentlemen got out of the car. Anthony followed Lavell as he gawked at the prissy bottom's ass. Anthony just knew it was about to bust out of those shorts. As soon as they entered the door, Anthony smacked Lavell's butt.
"Ooh, daddy," whined Lavell. "Let me go get ready. Want something to drink?"
"Yeah! What do you have," Anthony asked.
"E-and-J. Gin. Merlot. Chardonnay. Beer."
"You got it all covered. Let me get some gin."
"Mixer?"
"Yeah. You got juice."
"Orange and pineapple."
"That'll work."
Lavell rushhed away to get ready for his ass fucking. Anthony drank his drink. He fixed another glass as he waited for the bitch to emerge once more.
Lavell returned sixteen minutes later. He was wearing a white club-wear minidress. It came just below his ass. The front was V-neck. The back was open down to Lavell's booty. He had on make-up and a purple wig.
Anthony smiled.
Lavell got on his knees and crawled towards Anthony.
"Good little bitch," the lawyer barked.
The drag queen started sucking Anthony's cock. The head was sloppy and wet. Both of
them loved it. Lavell's slobber ran down Anthony's shaft.
"Get on this dick," ordered Anthony.
Lavell stood and pulled up the dress. He sat on Anthony's dick. He wailed, "Oh baby!"
Anthony grabbed Lavell's waist and forced him all the way down.
"Take that dick, bitch," howled the lawyer.
"Yes sir," whined Lavell.
"You mine now, fag hoe!"
"Yes, daddy!"
Anthony pushed Lavell off his dick and onto the couch. He also snatched off the wig.
Anthony plowed in to Lavell's big fat booty. The ass cheeks jiggled. Lavell screamed.
"I'm fucking you from now on," the sexy man declared.
"Oh yes," replied the pussyboi.
The bitch got fucked doggy style by Anthony for the next hour until he skeeted.
Anthony got dressed and headed home.
Lavell was pining for more.
"Hey, baby! What's up," replied the forty-one year old general practice attorney.
"I'm so sorry to ask, but I need a big favor."
"Sure, sexy! What can I do?"
"I promised my cousin, Lavell, I'd pick him up from the mechanic. But, I have to
work over. Can you give him a ride to his house please?"
"Yeah. I can handle that. What time?"
"He's expecting me at 5:30."
"Yeah, that'll be cool. Text me the address."
"Thanks, handsome!"
"Anytime, beautiful!"
"Okay. I gotta get back to work. I'll call you when I get off at nine."
Anthony Kirby picked up the phone in his office and called in his paralegal. Within a minute, his employee showed up.
"Yes, boss," lisped the effeminate Colombian man.
"I have to run an errand for Keisha," Anthony shared. "I need to leave in five. We can't fuck tonight. Can you come in early so I can get that booty?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Keep it tight for me."
"Si, papi!"
Anthony came to a stopping place and packed up his laptop. He walked out of his office and locked the door. He shared a building with eight other lawyers. All of
them were solo practitioners. They had a common receptionist, but all of their business interests were separate. He headed to his black 2013 Hyundai Azera. He was dressed in a taupe Pronto Uomo modern fit suit, white button-down shirt, red tie, and tan Joseph Abboud plain-toe Oxford shoes.
The six-foot-one-inch, one-hundred-eighty-four pound, caramel toned man headed out of the parking lot. He was aided by the sounds of the GPS on his phone. On the drive, he got a call from his ex-wife. Her name was Carole. She was an attractive white woman. They had two k**s together. The reason they divorced three years ago was the fact that Anthony was detached and worked too many hours. She kept the house and had primary custody of the c***dren. The truth was that Anthony was usually in the office late fucking Carole's thick and pretty 19 year old nephew.
"Hello," he answered dryly.
"Hey! I just wanted to know if you're okay with Michaela going on a school trip to ROme," the divorcee replied.
"Fine by me. When is it? How much is it gonna cost me?"
"It's in July. It'll cost us four thousand. Half each."
"Yeah. I can do that. When do you need the money."
"Next week is fine."
"Okay, bye Carole."
Anthony always hung up the phone swiftly on her. He made it to the repair shop. He had never met Keisha's cousin, but his girlfriend had sent over the phone number so he could reach out when he arrived. Anthony placed a call.
"Hello," the voice said apprehensively.
"Hi! This is Anthony. Keisha's friend. Is this Lavell," the lawyer checked.
"Yes, it is Lavell. How are you?"
"I'm good. I'm in the parkig lot in a black Hyundai."
"Alrighty then. I'll be right out."
Lavell exited the buidling. He was wearing a pair of light orange Bermuda shorts, a white graphic tee, and black low-top Chuck Taylors. He was light-skinned with a neon green dyed short mohawk. He wasn't chubby, but he was thick. He swtiched as he headed towards the car.
Anthony had never met this particular relative, but his antenna went up
immediately. He loved having sex with eager sissy bois. It did not matter their race, size, or age. He enjoyed banging out boipussy. He got his first taste when he was law school at West Virginia University.
The femboi was called Mickey. He was white, twenty-two years old, and slender. He had a beautiful face and long blonde hair. He worked at a convenience store that Anthony frequented to purchase beer. One night, Mickey said he'd love to join him drinking. Anthony extended the invitation. After both got drunk, Anthony's dick was being sucked by the faggot. They fucked for two hours that night. It was the best sex the man had had up until that point.
Lavell opened the passenger door.
"Hi there," Anthony grinned.
"Hello," the girlish dude shot back.
"Where do you live?"
"I stay right off Carter Road."
"Cool. DO you live alone?"
"I don't. But my roommate is out of town for work until Friday."
"Nice. How long you to lived together."
"Just over a year. A very good friend."
"Is he your man?"
"No," laughed the red bone guy. "She is someone I've known for a while. I don't have a man right now," Lavell shared.
"Why is that," pressed Anthony.
"No reason. You ask a lot of questions."
"I'm a lawyer. It's what I do. So, do you keep secrets?"
"I'm a fag. I keep all kinds of secrets. I don't run my mouth cause you get more dick that way."
"Smart! Have you ever let your roommate's man fuck you?"
"Wow! You're pretty straight-forward. I have."
"Does she know," the driver asked.
"Absolutely not, sir," exclaimed the sissy.
"I like that you call me sir. If I wanted to fuck you, would you not tell your cousin."
"It's none of her business."
"Good. I wanna fuck you bad! Tell me about the last time you got fucked."
"It was last weekend," began Lavell. "I went downtown to do a drag show at Secrets.
After the show ended, I went outside. Then, a blue Dodge Challenger pulled up beside me. The guy rolled down his window and asked if I liked to smoke. I told him yes and then he said for me to get in the car. We went to his motel room. He was like super tall. Probably six-nine or six-ten. Slim body. Big fat ten-inch dick. We got high and fucked me till the sun came up."
"Bitch," Anthony remarked. "You got me hard as fuck."
"I can take care of that," Lavell retorted.
Lavell leaned over and unbuckled Anthony's belt. He pulled down the slacks and admired the nice looking eight-and-a-half-inch member poking out in the green athletic boxers.
"Oh my," smiled the bitch.
"Like that, faggot," Anthony asked.
"Totally!"
Lavell sucked away. Anthony swerved a time or two. That made Lavell stop so he could give directions to his complex.
When they arrived, both gentlemen got out of the car. Anthony followed Lavell as he gawked at the prissy bottom's ass. Anthony just knew it was about to bust out of those shorts. As soon as they entered the door, Anthony smacked Lavell's butt.
"Ooh, daddy," whined Lavell. "Let me go get ready. Want something to drink?"
"Yeah! What do you have," Anthony asked.
"E-and-J. Gin. Merlot. Chardonnay. Beer."
"You got it all covered. Let me get some gin."
"Mixer?"
"Yeah. You got juice."
"Orange and pineapple."
"That'll work."
Lavell rushhed away to get ready for his ass fucking. Anthony drank his drink. He fixed another glass as he waited for the bitch to emerge once more.
Lavell returned sixteen minutes later. He was wearing a white club-wear minidress. It came just below his ass. The front was V-neck. The back was open down to Lavell's booty. He had on make-up and a purple wig.
Anthony smiled.
Lavell got on his knees and crawled towards Anthony.
"Good little bitch," the lawyer barked.
The drag queen started sucking Anthony's cock. The head was sloppy and wet. Both of
them loved it. Lavell's slobber ran down Anthony's shaft.
"Get on this dick," ordered Anthony.
Lavell stood and pulled up the dress. He sat on Anthony's dick. He wailed, "Oh baby!"
Anthony grabbed Lavell's waist and forced him all the way down.
"Take that dick, bitch," howled the lawyer.
"Yes sir," whined Lavell.
"You mine now, fag hoe!"
"Yes, daddy!"
Anthony pushed Lavell off his dick and onto the couch. He also snatched off the wig.
Anthony plowed in to Lavell's big fat booty. The ass cheeks jiggled. Lavell screamed.
"I'm fucking you from now on," the sexy man declared.
"Oh yes," replied the pussyboi.
The bitch got fucked doggy style by Anthony for the next hour until he skeeted.
Anthony got dressed and headed home.
Lavell was pining for more.
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