Attorney Client Privilege SeXStoRY

“Mr. O’Brien,” the small white-haired legal secretary spoke into the phone as she sized up the thuggish caramel-skinned man standing in front of her. “Your two o’clock is here.” She paused and wrinkled her pointy noise. “He says he’ll be right with you. Have a seat. May I offer you a bottle of water?” “Naw, I’m good,” replied the client. “I’ll just wait.” A few minutes later, F. Jamison O’Brien appeared wearing a neat slim-fit J. Farrar black suit, a pastel green Van Heusen sateen-finish button-down shirt, a satin pink paisley tie, and black Stacy Adams loafers. He looked like a million bucks with his closely cropped blond hair and ice blue eyes, but the whole look only cost him a little over a $250 at JC Penney – courtesy of his mom’s department store credit card. He was a solo practice attorney three years out of a law school with a mountain of student loan debt. He took any work he could find and lately he’d made a few connections handling d**g charges and other various cases of a rather rough clientele. He was not complaining. It paid the bills. “Mister, er uh, Willis, come on back,” he said glancing at the dossier in his hand and making a motion to follow him. The two men sat in Jamison’s office which had been decked out with hand-me-down office furniture though still in pretty good shape. His undergraduate and law degrees hung behind him to let all of his clients know how smart he happened. The truth was he made it out of a college by slightest of margins and only finished in middle fifty percent of his class at a fourth tier law school. But the type of he clients he got never worried about that – they only wanted to results. And since Jamison spent all of his summers clerking for the local D.A. and his first year in practice working there, he had some connections. “Mr. Willis, may I call you Robert,” inquired the five-foot-ten-inch, athletically built lawyer. “Yeah. That’s cool,” replied the alleged felon. “These charges are pretty serious. The police are saying you were in possession of over 2.2 pounds of marijuana which is considered a felony in this state. They are also saying you had possession of an unlicensed firearm. Why don’t you tell me what really happened? Those jerks at the PD are always grandstanding in their reports and the D.A. eats it up in grand jury. We can probably get this down to a misdemeanor or dismissed altogether.” Robert Willis, or Chiko as he was known on the street, went about telling his version of events. The gist was that he was borrowing his girlfriend’s car that had been driven by one of her cousins from out of town just prior to him picking up the vehicle. Listening to the story made Jamison salivate. He was thinking of the forensics, ordering finger print samples, and sticking it to his old buddies at D.A.’s office one more time. Robert wrapped up his story, “So whadda you think, man?” “I think we got something we can work with here. Now, we just need to discuss the matter of payment. I typically charge fifteen hundred in a case like this. I need a five hundred dollar deposit today and you can pay the rest before we see the court date.” “That’s just it. I’m a li’l tight on ends right now. Ya feel me? My baby mama just stuck it to me. My homeboy Ludo said you be lettin’ niggas get on a payment plan,” Chiko winked and smirked. “What kinda payment plan are you referring to, Mr. Willis,” Jamison raised his eyebrow. “A couple hunnitt and ten inches today,” Robert offered grabbing his crotch. Jamison sized up the lean chiseled man with thick lips sitting in front of him. He picked up his desk phone and dialed three numbers. “Evelyn, hold all my calls. This client has one hell of a case.” He then stood up and locked his office door. “Why don’t you get a little more comfortable, Robert,” he asked loosening his tie and removing his jacket. Robert arose from his seat and unbuckled the large belt holding his sagging jeans in place. The six-foot-two-inch, one-hundred-ninety-pound b*****r had a fat limp dick that was calling Jamison’s name. The attorney was now fully topless and crawling on his knees. He began licking the dark black head of Robert’s dick with his wet pink tongue. The sensation sent tingles all over Robert’s toned body. Robert gripped Jamison’s head with his large hands and f***e fed his dick to the 28 year old white cock sucker. Jamison slurped as he enjoyed working on Robert’s massive member. It had truly swollen to ten inches and he was ready to feel it. “Bend that ass over the desk,” Robert ordered. “Yes sir,” Jamison gleamed. The lawyer dropped his pants and bikini brief underwear to his ankles. The flesh of milky buttocks contrasted with the rest of his tanned skin. Jamison hefted his ass into the air. Robert moved behind him and began spanking the salmon colored hole with his long hard anaconda. “You ready for this dick, faggit,” Robert teased. “Mmhmm,” groaned Jamison. “Spit on the hole and fuck me with that big dick.” “You asked for it, bitch,” Robert declared before wetting up Jamison’s anus. Robert massaged the saliva with his dick into Jamison’s steamy tight rectum. Jamison grunted softly to hide the noise from his Bible thumping assistant. “Ooh yeah that dick feels good! Fuck me harder! Fuck me deep, baby,” Jamison coaxed his lover. “You like this big Black dick in that white boy pussy,” Robert prodded. “Oh yes sir! Oh yes sir!” “Take it, bitch,” he yelled as he rammed it more f***efully. Robert’s melodious rhythm was ecstasy for Jamison. He had not had any BIG BLACK COCK up his ass for nearly two weeks and he had almost gone insane without. He hit the jackpot with this brilliantly hung stud. “Fuck that white ass, baby,” Jamison begged for. “That’s a good, faggit. Take this dick nice and deep. You just like a bitch.” “Better that a bitch,” he laughed. “Ooh fuck me!” “You gon’ swallow this nut, bitch?” “Yes sir,” Jamison confirmed. “Get back on your knees, bitch,” Robert commanded. Jamison dropped on all fours and sucked on the shaft while Robert stroked it furiously. Moments later, Robert erupted huge loads of sticky cum all over Jamison’s face and down his throat. Robert shook the excess onto the floor and pulled up his pants. He walked over to the door and unlocked it. Before exiting he said, “You better git me off, faggit! I don’t be doin’ no shit like this fo’ real. I’ll see myself out, bitch.” Robert left the office and waved good-bye to Evelyn.