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Aubrey James Phillips sat quietly in the municipal courtroom as he waited for his destiny to be decided. He had hired a lawyer to help get him off the charges he was facing. Court was slated to begin at 2:00 p.m. so he made sure he was in place at 1:15 p.m. Twenty minutes after he arrived wearing black slacks, a light blue button down shirt, a red tie, and black Stacy Adams, in walked an extremely attractive light-skinned woman. He stared at her, but not too hard. Typically, he liked dark-skinned chicks as he was a relative red bone himself. But this lady had that indescribable characteristic called sex appeal. She was short and curvaceous versus his tall, slim build. He was nervous due to his case, but hoped the woman wearing the business suit was in a similar situation as he was.
The beautiful lady sat down on the bench in front of him. She turned around and asked, “Dou have the time?”
“Yeah, it’s 1:47,” Aubrey answered looking at his Caravelle New York by Bulova chronograph stainless steel watch.
“Thanks, love. What are you here for,” she inquired.
“Some messed up gun charges,” he whispered keeping the conversation discreet.
“Oh cool. I’m here for speeding. Tryna get out of it. Good luck.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
As everyone in the courtroom waited for the legal professionals to begin their business, the defendants en masse were antsy. Yet, they could say nothing. They were at the mercy of the city. Aubrey sat patiently looking at nothing in general.
“Would you like a mint,” the lady asked.
“Yeah, that’s what’s up,” he replied still looking around for his lawyer.
“Here,” the attractive woman offered. “They’re slow up in here.”
“Yeah. I hate I’m up here though.”
“I understand.”
They all continued to wait. The judge entered and an elderly cop instructed everyone to stand. Aubrey got a better look at the lady’s ass now. It was plump and generous sticking out of the gray pinstripe pencil skirt. Aubrey told himself to chill out. He wasn’t sure why she was in court, but was concerned that such a wholesome looking girl may be turned off by his reality. He was a street nigga. And, he had two ‘baby mamas’. He was ready to propose to his current chick, but this charge fucked up his head so he was waiting until all the legal wrangling was done. But, he couldn’t stop thinking about her ass.
Aubrey’s lawyer appeared and called him aside. They spoke quietly and briefly before he returned to his seat.
She offered in a low voice, “Good news I hope.”
“We’ll see,” he whispered back.
Aubrey was called back by his lawyer a few minutes later. The judge was going to continue the case until next month. He just needed to wait a little longer in the courtroom today until the attorney could get the paperwork signed by the clerk. Aubrey returned to his seat. This time the pretty woman handed him a slip of paper containing her number and name. He smiled and thought about possibility of adding this one to his team.
The judge called his name. Aubrey stood, but his lawyer motioned for him to stay seated. The attorney approached the bench and began speaking with Her Honor. After a couple of minutes, Aubrey was advised he was able to leave. He leaned over and told the lady, “I’ma text you. Call me when you leave.”
An hour later, Aubrey’s phone rang. He said, “Hello.”
“Hi. This is Dahlia,” the lady from earlier said.
“Yeah. I know. I locked yo number in my phone.”
“Lucky me,” she replied. “How are you?”
“I’m good. What you up to?”
“I’m about to go back to my room and chill.”
“You stay at a hotel,” Aubrey quizzed.
“No sir. I live in Georgia. I just came up to fight this speeding ticket I got,” Dahlia told him
“Who you come up here wit?”
“I’m by myself.”
“Oh that’s what’s up. Can I come chill with you?”
“Totally,” she affirmed with her valley girl accent. “You have the sexiest voice.”
“Thank you. You like the base in it?”
“I sure do. It makes me think you got a big ole dick.”
“Really,” he laughed. “Why you say that?”
“Just thought it so I said it. I always say what I think. Not such a good quality.”
“That’s straight. I like a woman that says what’s on her mind. Mean I don’t have to be guessing. What we gone do,” Aubrey inquired.
“Well, I was gonna sip on a li’l something. And maybe blaze up,” Dahlia revealed.
“That’s what’s up. What you got ova there?”
“Some whiskey, some vodka, and some beer.”
“Got damn. You got it all. You got some loud too?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“So you drove all the way up here by yo’self and brought all that alcohol and some weed. Why do that,” the semi-thug wanted to know.
“Well, I was hoping I could meet somebody,” Dahlia shared.
“How was you gone do that?”
“I already did. I figured I’d run into somebody sexy. Turns out it was you.”
“You too good to be true. But it figures cause you ain’t from here.”
“What do you mean?”
“These females round here be on some bullshit. Can I keep it one hunid,” he asked.
“Always,” she said.
“I got a girl. I’ma propose when I get this case wrapped up. But I like your body. If I come through I’ma wanna fuck.”
“That’s fine. I wanna get fucked. You wanna drink a li’l somethin’ and blaze with me first?”
“Hell yeah. Where you at?”
“The Super 8 on S-B-T.”
“I know exactly where that at. I’ma be there in a hour. You gone be ready.”
“Yes, daddy.”
“I like how you call me daddy. Lemme get off dis phone and I’ma call you when I get close.”
“Ok. Be safe.”
“Aight. Bye.”
Dahlia received a text from Aubrey an hour later saying he was on his way and it would take him fifteen minutes. She texted him back saying that was cool and to call when he got in the parking lot.
“Hey sexy,” Dahlia gleamed upon answering the call.
“You still by yo’self,” Aubrey inquired.
“Heck yeah, daddy!”
“Shit! That’s what’s up! I’m the light by yo hotel. What the room number?”
“Two one six.”
“Aight. I’ma be there in two minutes. Waitin’ on dis got damn light. You got a chaser for the whiskey?”
“Yeah, daddy. Some Coca-Cola.”
“Yeah. Light just changed be there in a minute.”
Aubrey turned his 1997 Supercharged gold Buick Riviera into the parking lot. He made a left and realized the room numbers were odd so he had to drive to the other side of the building. He crept around slowly because he knew the cops might be lurking. When he spotted 216, he parked his car. He walked with swag up the steps and knocked on the door. He was greeted by Dahlia wearing a red tie-front midriff top, a pair of cheetah print leggings, and red stilettoes. Her toes were painted neon yellow.
“Got damn! You got sexy fo’ a nigga,” the well dressed man exclaimed.
“Hell yeah, daddy,” she replied securing the door latch.
“Thanks! Locking that make me feel safer.”
“Want a drink?”
“Yeah,” Aubrey replied. “Can I take a piss?”
“Sure!”
Aubrey did need to urinate, but also wanted to make sure this lady had nobody in the waiting to fuck him up. Just in case, he had his hand on his pistol. He relieved himself and saw no one was in the restroom. He had been in this hotel before and knew the beds were unable to be hidden under so he was safe. “Where dat whiskey at,” he asked.
“It’s right over here,” Dahlia replied taking note that Aubrey did not wash his hands.
“Where dem cups at,” he wanted to know.
“Here you go,” she answered tearing away the plastic wrapping. “Want some ice?”
“Hell yeah. You gotta have a man cause you is so got damn perfect!”
“I’m single.”
“Why?”
“I was engaged, but he got killed a year ago.”
“My bad. How he get killed tho?”
“He was a green beret in Afghanistan.”
“Damn. You okay,” the six-foot-one-inch, one-hundred-sixty-pound man asked while pouring his drink.
“Yeah. I still get a li’l sad. But I’m good.”
“That’s what’s up. Maybe I can make you feel better,” Aubrey remarked feeling bad about memories he may have evoked.
“Yes you can. You wanna smoke a li’l,” Dahlia shot back to reassure him.
“Yeah. Light up. I’ma smoke my cig for a minute first. You got it smellin’ good as fuck in here.”
“Glad you like,” Dahlia said thankful that he had noticed the scent of the strawberry vanilla candle and ‘Love’s Baby Soft perfume she was wearing that had also been sprayed around the room and on the bed.
Aubrey lit his cigarillo, sat in the chair, and sipped his drink while admiring Dahlia’s small perky tits underneath the blouse. “Them titties look good. You like ‘em sucked?” She replied confirming the answer. Aubrey reach for the blunt and Dahlia handed it over. He inhaled a couple of times and fixed himself a second drink. He was feeling brave so he pulled out his limp dick.
Dahlia was taken aback when she saw the flaccid seven inches in front of her. She immediately moved towards him and began sucking it. Astonishingly it grew to just a touch over ten inches. Her wet sloppy head felt like heaven to Aubrey. But then she stopped. She walked to the mini-fridge and pulled out a large bottle of vodka. She took a swig without swallowing and went back to work on the humongous dick.
The cold liquid combined with her soft luscious lips and caressing tongue took Aubrey to places he had never been. He began fondling her boobs. “I’ma fuck you real good and slow.”
“Please,” she mumbled handing him the blunt again.
Aubrey inhaled again. Dahlia stood up and poured him more whiskey. He drank a little more and she sucked his dick intermittently to keep it rock hard. A few minutes later, Dahlia could tell he was right. She stood up from the sloppy blow job she was giving much to Aubrey’s disapproval. She turned away from him and bent over the bed. She pulled her leggings down revealing her substantial ass.
“Dem thongs cut all up in dat ass,” Aubrey slurred slightly as Dahlia twerked.
“You wanna fuck?”
“Hell yeah. Show me that pussy.”
Dahlia quickly moved back to Aubrey’s generous shaft and started sucking. “Damn I wanna fuck you befoe I nut.”
“Okay,” she replied pulling back up still on her knees. “I’m transsexual.”
“What,” Aubrey inquired a bit surprised.
“I was born a boy.”
“Quit lyin’.”
“I’m serious. I still wanna get fucked though”
“How can I fuck you if you got a dick too?”
“I don’t really have a dick. You can fuck me in my ass.”
“You ain’t got no dick?”
“Well, I mean it’s super small and doesn’t get hard.”
“Damn I ain’t never done no shit like dis befoe.”
“Your dick is still hard.”
“Hell yeah. I thought you was a female.”
“I am. You can fuck me just like one.”
“Why you do this?”
“Why do I do what?”
“Trick me. I thought you knew.”
“Hell naw! You look just like a female.”
“Are you mad?”
“Naw. You see my dick still hard. I kinda wanna see what it feel like.”
“Well, come on, daddy.”
Dahlia grabbed a tube of surgical lubricating jelly from the nightstand that Aubrey had not noticed until now. She efficiently applied a nice amount on her fingers and worked it inside of her. “Got damn dat ass phat. I cain’t believe I’m bout to do this,” Aubrey opined. He took another draw from his cup and stroked his long dick.
“Ooh,” Dahlia screamed as she felt Aubrey’s meatiness impale her.
“Got damn! Dat ass real tight on dis dick,” he announced.
Aubrey pushed himself inside of Dahlia and put his hand underneath her torso. He began massaging her small hormone induced tits.
“Ooh wee. Dat ass feel good,” Aubrey revealed while fucking her.
“You like that tight boipussy,” she asked.
“Hell yeah!”
“Fuck me deep. Love those long slow strokes, daddy!”
Aubrey savored Dahlia’s tight hole. He continued his meditated assault on her ass.
“Shit, big daddy! That feels so good,” cried out Dahlia.
“Hell yeah! Shut the fuck up,” Aubrey commanded. “You gone be my bitch from now on.”
Aubrey worked Dahlia’s ass slowly and then told her to get on her back. He made love to her missionary style for the next hour before finally cumming. It was the start of a beautiful relationship.
The beautiful lady sat down on the bench in front of him. She turned around and asked, “Dou have the time?”
“Yeah, it’s 1:47,” Aubrey answered looking at his Caravelle New York by Bulova chronograph stainless steel watch.
“Thanks, love. What are you here for,” she inquired.
“Some messed up gun charges,” he whispered keeping the conversation discreet.
“Oh cool. I’m here for speeding. Tryna get out of it. Good luck.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
As everyone in the courtroom waited for the legal professionals to begin their business, the defendants en masse were antsy. Yet, they could say nothing. They were at the mercy of the city. Aubrey sat patiently looking at nothing in general.
“Would you like a mint,” the lady asked.
“Yeah, that’s what’s up,” he replied still looking around for his lawyer.
“Here,” the attractive woman offered. “They’re slow up in here.”
“Yeah. I hate I’m up here though.”
“I understand.”
They all continued to wait. The judge entered and an elderly cop instructed everyone to stand. Aubrey got a better look at the lady’s ass now. It was plump and generous sticking out of the gray pinstripe pencil skirt. Aubrey told himself to chill out. He wasn’t sure why she was in court, but was concerned that such a wholesome looking girl may be turned off by his reality. He was a street nigga. And, he had two ‘baby mamas’. He was ready to propose to his current chick, but this charge fucked up his head so he was waiting until all the legal wrangling was done. But, he couldn’t stop thinking about her ass.
Aubrey’s lawyer appeared and called him aside. They spoke quietly and briefly before he returned to his seat.
She offered in a low voice, “Good news I hope.”
“We’ll see,” he whispered back.
Aubrey was called back by his lawyer a few minutes later. The judge was going to continue the case until next month. He just needed to wait a little longer in the courtroom today until the attorney could get the paperwork signed by the clerk. Aubrey returned to his seat. This time the pretty woman handed him a slip of paper containing her number and name. He smiled and thought about possibility of adding this one to his team.
The judge called his name. Aubrey stood, but his lawyer motioned for him to stay seated. The attorney approached the bench and began speaking with Her Honor. After a couple of minutes, Aubrey was advised he was able to leave. He leaned over and told the lady, “I’ma text you. Call me when you leave.”
An hour later, Aubrey’s phone rang. He said, “Hello.”
“Hi. This is Dahlia,” the lady from earlier said.
“Yeah. I know. I locked yo number in my phone.”
“Lucky me,” she replied. “How are you?”
“I’m good. What you up to?”
“I’m about to go back to my room and chill.”
“You stay at a hotel,” Aubrey quizzed.
“No sir. I live in Georgia. I just came up to fight this speeding ticket I got,” Dahlia told him
“Who you come up here wit?”
“I’m by myself.”
“Oh that’s what’s up. Can I come chill with you?”
“Totally,” she affirmed with her valley girl accent. “You have the sexiest voice.”
“Thank you. You like the base in it?”
“I sure do. It makes me think you got a big ole dick.”
“Really,” he laughed. “Why you say that?”
“Just thought it so I said it. I always say what I think. Not such a good quality.”
“That’s straight. I like a woman that says what’s on her mind. Mean I don’t have to be guessing. What we gone do,” Aubrey inquired.
“Well, I was gonna sip on a li’l something. And maybe blaze up,” Dahlia revealed.
“That’s what’s up. What you got ova there?”
“Some whiskey, some vodka, and some beer.”
“Got damn. You got it all. You got some loud too?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“So you drove all the way up here by yo’self and brought all that alcohol and some weed. Why do that,” the semi-thug wanted to know.
“Well, I was hoping I could meet somebody,” Dahlia shared.
“How was you gone do that?”
“I already did. I figured I’d run into somebody sexy. Turns out it was you.”
“You too good to be true. But it figures cause you ain’t from here.”
“What do you mean?”
“These females round here be on some bullshit. Can I keep it one hunid,” he asked.
“Always,” she said.
“I got a girl. I’ma propose when I get this case wrapped up. But I like your body. If I come through I’ma wanna fuck.”
“That’s fine. I wanna get fucked. You wanna drink a li’l somethin’ and blaze with me first?”
“Hell yeah. Where you at?”
“The Super 8 on S-B-T.”
“I know exactly where that at. I’ma be there in a hour. You gone be ready.”
“Yes, daddy.”
“I like how you call me daddy. Lemme get off dis phone and I’ma call you when I get close.”
“Ok. Be safe.”
“Aight. Bye.”
Dahlia received a text from Aubrey an hour later saying he was on his way and it would take him fifteen minutes. She texted him back saying that was cool and to call when he got in the parking lot.
“Hey sexy,” Dahlia gleamed upon answering the call.
“You still by yo’self,” Aubrey inquired.
“Heck yeah, daddy!”
“Shit! That’s what’s up! I’m the light by yo hotel. What the room number?”
“Two one six.”
“Aight. I’ma be there in two minutes. Waitin’ on dis got damn light. You got a chaser for the whiskey?”
“Yeah, daddy. Some Coca-Cola.”
“Yeah. Light just changed be there in a minute.”
Aubrey turned his 1997 Supercharged gold Buick Riviera into the parking lot. He made a left and realized the room numbers were odd so he had to drive to the other side of the building. He crept around slowly because he knew the cops might be lurking. When he spotted 216, he parked his car. He walked with swag up the steps and knocked on the door. He was greeted by Dahlia wearing a red tie-front midriff top, a pair of cheetah print leggings, and red stilettoes. Her toes were painted neon yellow.
“Got damn! You got sexy fo’ a nigga,” the well dressed man exclaimed.
“Hell yeah, daddy,” she replied securing the door latch.
“Thanks! Locking that make me feel safer.”
“Want a drink?”
“Yeah,” Aubrey replied. “Can I take a piss?”
“Sure!”
Aubrey did need to urinate, but also wanted to make sure this lady had nobody in the waiting to fuck him up. Just in case, he had his hand on his pistol. He relieved himself and saw no one was in the restroom. He had been in this hotel before and knew the beds were unable to be hidden under so he was safe. “Where dat whiskey at,” he asked.
“It’s right over here,” Dahlia replied taking note that Aubrey did not wash his hands.
“Where dem cups at,” he wanted to know.
“Here you go,” she answered tearing away the plastic wrapping. “Want some ice?”
“Hell yeah. You gotta have a man cause you is so got damn perfect!”
“I’m single.”
“Why?”
“I was engaged, but he got killed a year ago.”
“My bad. How he get killed tho?”
“He was a green beret in Afghanistan.”
“Damn. You okay,” the six-foot-one-inch, one-hundred-sixty-pound man asked while pouring his drink.
“Yeah. I still get a li’l sad. But I’m good.”
“That’s what’s up. Maybe I can make you feel better,” Aubrey remarked feeling bad about memories he may have evoked.
“Yes you can. You wanna smoke a li’l,” Dahlia shot back to reassure him.
“Yeah. Light up. I’ma smoke my cig for a minute first. You got it smellin’ good as fuck in here.”
“Glad you like,” Dahlia said thankful that he had noticed the scent of the strawberry vanilla candle and ‘Love’s Baby Soft perfume she was wearing that had also been sprayed around the room and on the bed.
Aubrey lit his cigarillo, sat in the chair, and sipped his drink while admiring Dahlia’s small perky tits underneath the blouse. “Them titties look good. You like ‘em sucked?” She replied confirming the answer. Aubrey reach for the blunt and Dahlia handed it over. He inhaled a couple of times and fixed himself a second drink. He was feeling brave so he pulled out his limp dick.
Dahlia was taken aback when she saw the flaccid seven inches in front of her. She immediately moved towards him and began sucking it. Astonishingly it grew to just a touch over ten inches. Her wet sloppy head felt like heaven to Aubrey. But then she stopped. She walked to the mini-fridge and pulled out a large bottle of vodka. She took a swig without swallowing and went back to work on the humongous dick.
The cold liquid combined with her soft luscious lips and caressing tongue took Aubrey to places he had never been. He began fondling her boobs. “I’ma fuck you real good and slow.”
“Please,” she mumbled handing him the blunt again.
Aubrey inhaled again. Dahlia stood up and poured him more whiskey. He drank a little more and she sucked his dick intermittently to keep it rock hard. A few minutes later, Dahlia could tell he was right. She stood up from the sloppy blow job she was giving much to Aubrey’s disapproval. She turned away from him and bent over the bed. She pulled her leggings down revealing her substantial ass.
“Dem thongs cut all up in dat ass,” Aubrey slurred slightly as Dahlia twerked.
“You wanna fuck?”
“Hell yeah. Show me that pussy.”
Dahlia quickly moved back to Aubrey’s generous shaft and started sucking. “Damn I wanna fuck you befoe I nut.”
“Okay,” she replied pulling back up still on her knees. “I’m transsexual.”
“What,” Aubrey inquired a bit surprised.
“I was born a boy.”
“Quit lyin’.”
“I’m serious. I still wanna get fucked though”
“How can I fuck you if you got a dick too?”
“I don’t really have a dick. You can fuck me in my ass.”
“You ain’t got no dick?”
“Well, I mean it’s super small and doesn’t get hard.”
“Damn I ain’t never done no shit like dis befoe.”
“Your dick is still hard.”
“Hell yeah. I thought you was a female.”
“I am. You can fuck me just like one.”
“Why you do this?”
“Why do I do what?”
“Trick me. I thought you knew.”
“Hell naw! You look just like a female.”
“Are you mad?”
“Naw. You see my dick still hard. I kinda wanna see what it feel like.”
“Well, come on, daddy.”
Dahlia grabbed a tube of surgical lubricating jelly from the nightstand that Aubrey had not noticed until now. She efficiently applied a nice amount on her fingers and worked it inside of her. “Got damn dat ass phat. I cain’t believe I’m bout to do this,” Aubrey opined. He took another draw from his cup and stroked his long dick.
“Ooh,” Dahlia screamed as she felt Aubrey’s meatiness impale her.
“Got damn! Dat ass real tight on dis dick,” he announced.
Aubrey pushed himself inside of Dahlia and put his hand underneath her torso. He began massaging her small hormone induced tits.
“Ooh wee. Dat ass feel good,” Aubrey revealed while fucking her.
“You like that tight boipussy,” she asked.
“Hell yeah!”
“Fuck me deep. Love those long slow strokes, daddy!”
Aubrey savored Dahlia’s tight hole. He continued his meditated assault on her ass.
“Shit, big daddy! That feels so good,” cried out Dahlia.
“Hell yeah! Shut the fuck up,” Aubrey commanded. “You gone be my bitch from now on.”
Aubrey worked Dahlia’s ass slowly and then told her to get on her back. He made love to her missionary style for the next hour before finally cumming. It was the start of a beautiful relationship.
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