Dre's Way : The Big 40

Written by Chrissi After Dark(Chrissi C.E it's on my site...I wrote the shit lol)

So I always try to listen and use some of the ideas readers suggest. I truly do try to respond or read what you guys have to say good or bad I truly appreciate you guys giving me a shot. Even if you don't like my work....just don't bring yo ass back lol. I thought I show love to some of the sexiest Deandre's I've come across in my few years on earth.

Big 40

"Happy Birthday Mr. Ross! I have to say you're lookin' sexier than usual," Kitana said, handing Deandre a stack of folders. "It must be the birthday glow. Here is the reports and spreadsheets for your dad's clients from the past 10 years."

Deandre rubs his hands down his face as he sat at his desk, ready to start another busy day at his family's private insurance company. Most people would take their milestone birthday off and do something extravagant, Deandre had no special plans for his big day. He rather work and keep his mind off the fact that he had no plans and would be alone later in the evening.

Most people these days see being forty, single, and successful a great thing, but the elders frowned upon single successful black men in the Ross family. The men in the Ross family are all married with children and putting pressure on their first born to be the best. Deandre stood out in his family like a sore thumb, he's been single for the past five years now he's single and forty.

The whispers at family gatherings were no longer whispers. His messy blind great auntie Rose questioned his sexuality. "It's ok if you want to bring ya special male friend around. We don't judge in this family, that's up to Jesus!" Aunt Rose loudly stated in front of the family at Christmas dinner last year.

Deandre very far from gay or desperate to get in between a woman's legs. Deandre Ross born April 15th, 1985 the youngest child of Candace and Damien Ross Jr. Deandre born into privilege due to his grandfather Damien Ross Sr.'s hard work he poured into his company. Deandre is the only child of The Ross's who works at the company. His two brothers were lawyers and his sister an accountant.

Deandre five foot eleven, solid husky muscular built at two hundred thirty five pounds, dark brown skin with matching passionate brown eyes. Deandre decided to go bald six years earlier after beginning to lose his hair from stress from an ex girlfriend. Deandre was a little insecure losing his hair at a young age but quickly embrace the thick, bald, and sexy look.

Underneath the Givenchy, Tom Ford, and Giorgio Armani suits, bright smile, is a tatted up freak. Deandre had his share of sexual escapades, he had share of women from around the world, but he still haven't fulfilled half of his sexual fantasies yet. Deandre went from having pussy on speed dial to ignoring his favorite Instagram and Only Fan models text messages.

Deandre conflicted on how he felt about getting involved with anyone but knew for sure he wanted his nine inches of thick dick to be satisfied the correct way.

"Any special plans for your big day since you're not on someone's beach?" Kitana asked heading towards the door to leave.

"A nice meal, a nice drink, and some peace. What's out there for me to do?" Deandre chuckled a little, staring out his office window.

"You could hook me up with the finest big nigga you know," Chrissi answered, entering Deandre's office with balloons and a cupcake from Deandre's favorite bakery. "Happy fortieth birthday old mutha-"

Deandre's face lit up with a smile and he immediately stood up when his friend of twenty years entered his office.

"Aww shit not your tiny ass cruisin' the damn streets of Pittsburgh," Deandre said, hugging Chrissi tightly, then quickly putting her in a headlock. The two play fighting like siblings. The two slap boxing like they did when they were younger. Chrissi then plucking Deandre between the eyes and running behind Kitana. "Ya punk ass still do that bullshit move."

"I won, " Chrissi said, out of breath sitting down in the chair in front Deandre." Happy Birthday dude. What's this I hear you're not doing anything tonight?"

"That's right," Deandre answered.

"So you're sad that you're getting gray hair on ya ding a ling?" Chrissi cackled loudly at her own comment. She then snapped a selfie of her and Deandre with the embarrassed expression on his face.

Deandre shook his head at Chrissi and threw his eraser at her. Kitana trying not to burst out laughing from Chrissi's comment and her laughter, excused herself to go back to work.

"You're fuckin' sick," Deandre laughed, stroking his beard. "And I don't have gray hair down there. You keep forgetting your ass is aging too."

"Shit the way I've been having arthritis since I've been thirty," Chrissi stretching her arms. "It's probably because I spent most of my twenties on my back or bent over, huh?"

"I'm not going there with you," Deandre said, reading the birthday card Chrissi gave him. He read it quietly before a smile appears on his face. "Thank you Bones! You always have a way with words."

"You're welcome boo! So why aren't you celebrating being here for four decades? That's a blessing love!"

"Why do you care so much if I'm doing somethin' for my birthday? You don't even like people and you don't like being outside. What's your lil ass up to C?"

Chrissi sighs and rolls her eyes at Deandre. "Today is fifteen years, it's my.....it's our.....It would have been me and Duane's fifteen anniversary today."

"Aww damn," Deandre immediately wraps his arms around Chrissi. "I didn't know sis...I would of-"

"It's ok," Chrissi smiled, patting Deandre on his chest. "Look I spent the past two years crying on this day. I know he's not coming back but I don't want to keep being sad on one of the best days of my life."

"I feel you."

"And that's why you should be celebrating your life," Chrissi said, caressing Deandre's face. "Let's do something fun."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. What do forty year old niggas do?"

"I would say eating pussy but it's been a while," Deandre answered, standing up to go sit in his chair behind his desk. "Remember that freaky ass club you took me to in 2007?"

A devious smile appeared on Chrissi's face as she reminisces on Mickey. The undercover pandora's box where everything goes. "Oh I remember. We had no business in that bitch."

"I think it made your ass nastier," Deandre shook his head pointing at Chrissi. "I'm not going to lie I always enjoyed watching that dominatrix shit. What's that shit called?"

"BSDM," Chrissi answered, noticing the sparkle in Deandre's eyes as he speaks about his sexual interest. "You want a dominatrix or you want to be the dom?"

"I want to be the dom," Deandre replied. "If i was to try some shit like that. It would have to be for a special occasion or something." Deandre began to stammer over his words and then try to change the subject to something different.

"Tonight's a special occasion, you should fulfill another fantasy," Chrissi said, going into her clutch to grab her phone. "My gift to you and to keep me busy today is to help you fulfill that fantasy."

"Huh? Naw Chris... chill...I know how you get," Deandre shaking his head.

"Not Big Dick Dre running from some cat," Chrissi laughed. "I'll let you borrow one of my toys. You just have to return her back in good condition."

"Excuse me? The fuck do you mean a toy? A sex toy...like a blow up doll?"

Chrissi leans over to pluck Deandre again, this time on his forehead. "No dummy. One of my girls who like to play, please, and cum. I got the perfect girl for you."

"I didn't say I agree to this shit," Deandre replied. "What's in it for you?"

"I get to watch," Chrissi winks at Deandre. "I'm a part time voyeur."

"I'm not surprise at anything you reveal to me anymore. I'm immune to your shit," Deandre sighs.

"Great! I'll be at your place at nine tonight," Chrissi cheerfully said, kissing Deandre on the cheek. "I gotta go but you're going to love what I have in store for you."

"I'm actually afraid," Deandre said.

"Even better," Chrissi said, waving bye as she left Deandre's office.

Deandre spent most of his day completing clients claims, receiving calls from family wishing him a Happy Birthday, and his mind racing with thoughts of what's about to go down this evening. Deandre wasn't sure if he had it in him still to deal with Chrissi's random freaky acts like he used to. Then he wonder if he should call everything off and let his mom set him up with the woman from book club.

Dre's Way

Deandre pacing back and forth in his living room while he anxiously waits for Chrissi and Trinket. Deandre had no clue what Trinket looks like, her age, or where she's from. All he knew around five in the evening Chrissi messaged him and told him he was going to enjoy Trinket. Deandre been with women from around the globe, each one fulfilling a sexual need of Dre's at the moment. His fantasy of having full control in the bedroom is now becoming a reality.

Deandre played with his beard as he pours himself his second glass of scotch. Deandre then sits on his sofa for a few minutes about to call the whole thing off and go get dress to take Chrissi to dinner instead. The moment he grabs his phone, his doorbell rings loudly. Shit! Deandre mumbled to himself as he finish he scotch before answering the door.

Deandre opens the door to see Chrissi and a tall thick brown skinned woman in full leather dominatrix wear. Trinket had a on a patent leather thong onesie on with laced leather knee high boots and a gag ball with WHORE on it. Trinket had a dog collar that was connected to the long chain Chrissi was using to drag her around with. Trinket had long wavy brown hair that stopped in the middle of her back, her eyes were a bright hazel and she had kissable lips.

Deandre in disbelief that Chrissi actually kept her word on making his birthday an unforgettable one. After Deandre was finish checking out Trinket, his eyes locked on his friend. He always liked when Chrissi rock the pigtails, but tonight he had to admit she looked good dressed up. The last time he saw her in full lingerie when they were younger and they were drinking.

"Damn Dre! Are you going to let me in? You forget you live in MAGA fuckin' country?! These white folks probably think I'm sellin' ass!" Chrissi snapped, waving her hands in Deandre's face.

"My bad, come in," Deandre replied, stepping to the side to let the women enter his home.

"You see I got my ass out and I'm anemic! Don't play with me Dre, with ya big head ass!" Chrissi complained, walking Trinket with a long thick silver chain.

Deandre scans the gagged, chained, and cuffed beauty's body from front to back while he tuned out his best friend running her mouth as usual. Deandre loved that Trinket's curves were natural, he could see she was younger than him and Chrissi. Deandre then turned his attention back to his friend who he was even more impress by for finding a gorgeous freak who was willing to fulfill his needs.

"Who do we have here?" Deandre asked Chrissi, but kept his eyes on Trinket.

Chrissi ran her fingers through Trinket's hair gently, then yanked the chain causing Trinket to drop on her knees in front of Deandre. Chrissi then pulled Trinket's head back so the two could face each other. Chrissi removes the gag ball from Trinket's mouth.

"Introduce yourself baby!" Chrissi cheerfully said, pushing Trinket's face away from her.

Deandre frozen in place still in awe at the scene playing in front of him. His dick

jumping in his silk pajamas, his thoughts everywhere, not sure what to do. Chrissi beginning to get irritated, snaps her fingers in Deandre's face to snap him back to reality.

"Get this bitch while I make myself a drink," Chrissi shove the heavy silver chain into Deandre's chest as she walks past him. Chrissi then nods her head at Trinket giving her the signal it was ok for her to speak.

Deandre slowly looking down at Trinket as she stares back with her bright hazel eyes. Trinket licks her bright red lips and then winks at Deandre. She arches her back like a cat, her hips low and her ass tooted up high. Deandre's thickness slowly rising again as his eyes enjoys each curve, each stretch mark and beauty mark on the flesh he was able to see on Trinket.

"I'm Trinket and I'm here to please you," Trinket purrs softly and then puts her head back down no longer making contact with Deandre.

"Isn't she a fuckin' doll?" Chrissi asked, her legs propped up on Deandre's recliner sipping wine with a smirk on her face. "I told you, you would like my toys. I just hope you still have it in you to keep up with juicy pussy Trinket."

Deandre gulps down his scotch, not taking his eyes off Trinket. Deandre trying to figure out how a gorgeous woman like Trinket got involved into the world of kink and how far deep she was in it. How far does she go when she's serving and pleasing a man's or Chrissi's appetite?

"Dre, that's a lot of ass right there," Chrissi said, sipping her wine, not taking her eyes off her phone screen. "You still think you can go four rounds back to back? You think you can last two?"

Deandre finally taking his eyes off Trinket, turns to face Chrissi. He knows what she's doing. Something she's good at when it came to him. Antagonize. Deandre and Chrissi staring each other down in silence, cursing each other out in their thoughts. Chrissi and Deandre were competitive when it came to certain things in their friendship. Sex is one of them. If

Chrissi had a threesome with two females, Deandre had to fly to Belize and have a whole orgy with seven Belize baddies.

"I never back down from shit," Deandre barks at Chrissi. Deandre looks down at Trinket, and yanks her chain causing her body to jerk . Trinket lets out a soft muffle whimper in reaction to being yanked. "Where did you find her at? She's not one of these barely legal whores?"

Chrissi rolls her eyes and lights her blunt. "That's grown woman pussy right there. You know I don't fuck with young bitches." Chrissi inhaling the Grape Gas Naomi and Rex

bought for her on their way back from their honeymoon. "I'll end up having another pistol whip situation. I can't afford it."

"A what?!" Deandre asked both concern and confuse at what Chrissi just revealed to him. He just knew the story behind the comment Chrissi nonchalantly reveal is a wild one.

"I had to pistol whip one of my young eaters," Chrissi answered, pouring herself more wine. "Anyways Trinket comes with directions. And to answer your question. Trinket is twenty nine and fine. She comes with directions to do a few tricks for your pleasure."

"Directions?"

"Yes nigga. Are you losing your hearing? Why the fuck are you repeating me? Are you going deaf too?" Chrissi asked agitated with Deandre.

"Fuck you Bones," Deandre replied back , petting Trinket's soft fluffy full hair like she's an obedient dog.

"Yes, she comes with directions. It's for you to learn how to play with my toys. Trinket is one of my favorites. She's barely touch and fresh pussy," Chrissi said, smiling at Trinket. "Go in my purse and get the keys to her cuffs. I'll show you a trick."

Deandre's large hands slowly went down his face, he took a deep breath and shook his head still in disbelief at everything going on. Deandre finds a pair of handcuff keys and quickly removes the pink fuzzy cuffs that Chrissi had tight around Trinket's wrist, that left a red imprint of the cuffs around her wrist. Deandre had Chrissi's purse in one hand and walking Trinket with the other.

"Here," Deandre dropping Chrissi's purse in her lap. "Now show me."

"Walk her back to where you had her and then sit back down to watch," Chrissi smiles handing Deandre a piece of paper out of her purse. Deandre reads the paper and chuckles as he looks back over at Chrissi. "Three snaps makes her booty clap."

Chrissi passes her blunt to Deandre, then she snaps her fingers loudly. On cue Trinket arches her back , then begins to seductively crawl towards Chrissi making her round tatted ass cheeks clap as she moves across the floor. Chrissi licks her lips and giggles, while watching Trinket move her voluptuous body slowly crawling to Chrissi The Grape Gas, scotch, and the way Trinket moving her body had Deandre in a trance. Trinket stopping directly in front of Chrissi. The room filled with excitement, smoke, and lust.

Chrissi pats Trinket on her head, then snaps her finger once. "Serve." Chrissi then opens her legs wide open in the air and leans back in the recliner. Trinket unzips the crotch area of Chrissi's leather onesie, then began to lick Chrissi's inner thighs, her tongue gently gliding back and forth in between Chrissi's shaved wet lips. Chrissi moans closing her eyes, as she wraps her legs around Trinket's head and bites down on her bottom lip. Deandre's hardness standing directly up in his black pajama bottoms.

Deandre watching Trinket feast on Chrissi's wet nectar, her tongue sliding in and out of wet pink flesh turned him on. Deandre's hands stroking his dick slowly, his muscular tatted chest raising and his heart racing, sounds of wet flesh getting slurped on echoed off Dre's dark gray walls. Drops of pre cum landing on Dre's thumbs and hand as his eyes were on Trinket's plump back side jiggling while she licks in between Chrissi's honey pot and moist brown hole.

Chrissi finally opening her eyes again slowly snapping out of pussy nibbling ecstasy, gives Deandre a slight side eye biting her lips and squeezing her breast. Her eyes then landed on Trinket's glowing eyes. Trinket's Louis Vuitton designed acrylic nails sliding inside Chrissi's tight hole, while she slurps on Chrissi's throbbing clit. "Fuck Girl! I wasn't supposed to be nutting!" Chrissi squeals kicking Trinket's face away with the heel of her boot. Chrissi then drags Trinket by her hair to have the beauty stare directly in her face. The two locking eyes, no words exchange, Trinket's lower half of her face wet, covered in saliva and Chrissi's cum.

Chrissi unzips the breast part of Trinket's leather onesie freeing her double D breast. Chrissi then kisses Trinket's cum covered lips, her tongue down Trinket's throat and her hands squeezing her breast. Chrissi briefly stares at Deandre as she sloppily kisses Trinket, the two women then slowly pulling their lips away, their tongues teasing each other as their drool mixed with Chrissi's juices lands on Trinket's breast.

"Go give him a kiss," Chrissi said, slowly backing away from Trinket. Trinket climbs on to Dre's lap and sits directly on his stiff hard slightly curved dick. She gives him a slight smile

before shoving her long slender tongue down Dre's throat, giving him a slight taste of Chrissi.

Dre being deeply drawn in by Trinket from the deep wet lustful kisses that she was planting all over his lips and chest, squeezes her soft oil derriere that he's been eyeing the moment he laid eyes on the beauty. Trinket grinding he fat wetness all over Dre's lap while his large hands explores her body, his tongue teasing her brown nipples, and Trinket's clit jumps every time her moist leather crotch area rubs against Dre's thickness. Chrissi smiling at her phone as she responds to messages, she turned the volume up on Dre's bluetooth speakers and started singing word from word Leon Thomas's "Mutt". She lights her blunt again and fills the room with smoke clouds.

"I knew you didn't have it in you," Chrissi smiles shaking her head at Dre. She leans over closer to Dre and blows smoke in his direction. "Your putty in her fuckin' hands! She got your dick jumping and ya balls wet. Trinket didn't even slide on the dick yet."

Dre immediately stop kissing Trinket and turned his attention to his shit talking friend. Chrissi winks at Dre and began cackling loudly while continuing to taunt Dre. Trinket giggling at Chrissi who was getting a kick messing with Dre. Dre quickly grabbing Trinket by her throat, Trinket gasping for air then immediately bowing her head into submission. Chrissi and Dre again staring at each other silently, Dre's hand tightening around Trinket's throat.

"On your fuckin' knees," Deandre snarls at Trinket, his eyes still locked on Chrissi's. Deandre then loosens his grip from Trinket's throat. Trinket gasping, quickly climbing off Deandre's lap and getting on her knees. Dre then quickly snatch Chrissi by her arm and tightened his grip. Chrissi startled a little by Dre's action, didn't take her eyes off him but she didn't say a word. "I'm tired of your little ass talkin' shit. You've been talkin' shit since I met you."

Chrissi rolled her eyes and loudly sucks her teeth, "And? "

"Muthafuc-" Dre frustrated with Chrissi, drags her to the wooden chair in the corner of his living room. He pushes Chrissi down in the chair and orders her not to move. "You fucked up I finally know your weakness."

"What's that?" Chrissi asked as she was fully under a Grape Gas spell. Chrissi's eyes now low, her high cheekbones on full display, as she zones out into her own stoner world.

"Now why the fuck would I tell your ass?" Dre answered, using the same pink fuzzy cuffs Trinket had on earlier to cuff Chrissi to the chair.

"You do know I'm not your fuckin' toy, right?" Chrissi snorts loudly, shaking her head.

Dre grabs Chrissi by her face and bites down on her bottom lip. "Say somethin' else and I'll bite these big pretty muthafuckas off your face Bones. And tonight you are my toy. Got it?!"

"Hmmm...fuck you," Chrissi puckers her lips at Dre. "Don't be biting on me ...fuckin' animal. My skin maybe chocolate but doesn't mean I always taste like it."

"Big head ass," Dre replied back mushing Chrissi in the face before walking back to Trinket.

Dre grabs the 25 ft chain that Chrissi used to walk Trinket and connected back to Trinket's dog collar. Dre slaps Trinket's ass, then again pulls the chain. "Let's go whore!"

Trinket kept her head down as Dre walks her like a disobedient dog. Dre then unties his pajamas pants drawstring; the black satin bottoms dropping to his ankles and his fully erect thickness directly in Trinket's face. Dre grabs a hand full of Trinket's hair, staring down at her with his fire in his eyes. "Swallow bitch and don't stop until I say so." Trinket opens her mouth as wide as she could, taking every brown inch of Dre's dick down her throat as she could. Dre resting his hands on top of Trinket's head as her warm wet mouth went back and forth on his thickness, her hands stroking as she slurps on him.

Dre biting his lips and winks at Chrissi as Trinket wets his dick and strokes his nuts. Chrissi not saying anything but enjoying the show that was in front of her. Trinket using the tip of Dre's cum covered dick to trace over her lips, as she squeeze tightly on his shave sack before shove his dick back down her throat. "Don't be trying to take any fuckin' breaks put those jaws to work!" Dre demanded, hitting Trinket twice on her ass with the bedazzled paddle.

"Oooohh," Trinket cries softly, wiggling her stinging ass cheeks, but getting back in line devouring Dre's dick.

"Nigga I told you to play nice with my fuckin toys!" Chrissi screeches, kicking her legs towards Dre.

Dre ignoring Chrissi and giving her his middle finger, continues to focus on Trinket serving his dick. Dre rests his hands on the back of Trinket's head, Trinket's head moving back and forth fast as she swallows Dre's warm drops of cum that he's busting directly down her throat. Trinket's mouth full of cum and drool, that the warm clear fluids flowing from her lips down to her melon size breast and ripe nipples.

Dre wraps his hands around Trinket's throat as he forcefully shoving the inches of dick that Trinket didn't swallow down her throat, causing the young beauty to release loud gargling sounds as she gag while slurping on inches of dick and Dre's head almost tapping her tonsils. Dre's eyes now locked on Chrissi again, a slight smile crept on his face as he finally got to see Chrissi squirm for the first time. Chrissi smiles at Dre as she watches her doll please someone else for the evening. Of course Chrissi didn't expect the evening to take a different direction either, she actually had plans on leaving until her shit talking got her handcuffed and wet between her legs.

"Take all that dick bitch! Don't be scare!" Dre groaned loudly, letting go of Trinket's neck as his legs began to tremble, his toes curling up on him as the feel of Trinket's wet mouth sent a electrifying sensation through Dre's cleaned shaved sack to the tip of his dick. Dre then turned his attention back to Chrissi. "Open them fuckin' legs! I said open them fuckin' legs ! Open them!" Dre mimics the gospel singer/ Pastor Marvin Sapp.

Chrissi laughing loudly shaking her head and not really taking Dre serious, spreads her legs wide and smiles. "What? Dre you know that I'm flexible....Why do you have m-"

Before Chrissi could complete her question Dre spits directly on her throbbing wet pussy lips, then turned to Trinket and grabbing her by the hair burying her face directly on Chrissi's clit. "Eat her Big Mouth Ass until she passes out!" Dre barks ordering Trinket, he grabbed the spare gag ball out of Chrissi's purse and bound the petite woman's mouth closed. Chrissi shook her head in defeat as she looked away from Dre. Dre leans down so he could face Chrissi face to face and take the time to mess with her. "You know you fucked up right?"

Dre kissed Chrissi on the forehead, giving her a gentle slap on the cheek and walks behind Trinket who's wide round ass was tooted highly in the air as her tongue flickers back and forth in between Chrissi's wet nectar. Trinket wet and ready to take long strokes, deep strokes from Dre, in any position he wanted her in.

Dre rubs Trinket's brown stretch and tatted ass cheeks before giving her three hard blows to her rear end with the bedazzled paddle again. Trinket moans loudly in pain but

continues to slurping on Chrissi's throbbing clit, as Dre enters Trinket's fat wetness from behind. Trinket wiggles her derriere as Dre's hardness taps the inside of her wet insides, slurping sounds coming from her mouth while muffle moans came out Chrissi's gagged mouth.

"Suck the fuck out of her pussy! Don't go easy on her little ass," Dre snarls loudly slowly easing his dick out before slamming it right back in. Dre then gives Chrissi a shit eating grin while giving deep hard strokes to Trinket. Dre's eyes studying Chrissi's body movements, he noticed each time thrusts harder inside Trinket, Trinket twirls and flickers her tongue a certain way that makes Chrissi moans and cream at the same time. "You like how she's eating that wet, huh?!" Dre asked, his voice shaky as his dick slides in and out of Trinket's white creamy filled pussy.

HMMMmmmmm! Sssssssssssssllllluuuuurrrr.....mmmmmm.....Fuck! Ugh! Mmmmm! Were the few squeals of pleasure that Trinket let's out. Dre places his hand on the back of Trinket's head to keep her head from lifting her head up from tasting Chrissi. Only sounds Dre wanted to hear was Trinket feast off Chrissi. Chrissi's eyes now close, her legs and thighs rest on Trinket's shoulders as she grinds her pussy on Trinket's face, moving her frame the best she could being bound and gagged. Drool coming out of Chrissi's mouth as she moans loudly, creaming all over Trinket's tongue and lips. Chrissi opens her eyes giving a Dre a evil glare shaking her head at him, as he sticks tongue out and laughs at her knowing he beat Chrissi at her game.

Dre pulls his hardness out of Trinket's now stretched wet nectar, he watch as clear sweet juices trinkle in between her thighs and down her shapely legs, Trinket reaches back to collect some of her sticky juices so she could taste herself. Trinket slurping and sucking on her two fingers while throwing her ass in circles staring Chrissi in the eyes. The two women smiling at each other, not saying anything but saying a lot with their eyes and body movements towards each other. Chrissi makes a soft pucker sound towards Trinket like she was blowing her a kiss through the gag ball.

"Enough of the sweet shit, slurp this shit off my dick," Dre demanded stepping in between the two women interrupting their lil mini session between the two. Dre places his semi hard Trinket's cum covered dick directly in Trinket's face. Dre pulls Trinket's head back and switch their position so Chrissi could see how Dre was treating her toy. Trinket wrapping her wet sticky cum covered hands on Dre's tool and wrapped her lips around the tip swallowing drops of Dre.

Chrissi winks at Dre while Trinket devours him with her mouth, her tongue doing tricks on his dick as she her hands strokes faster back and forth sending him into a silent frenzy . Dre then grabs Trinket by the back of her head, rolling and thrusting his hips hard inside down Trinket's throat. Trinket's tongue touching and tasting each creamy covered vein as Dre's dick roughly goes back and forth down her throat. Dre watches as Trinket's curves jiggles as he serves her warm mouth brown shongo, then turns his attention back to Chrissi. Her body now relax, Chrissi looks at ease that meant she was no longer mentally in the room. Ya ass is not getting away that easy. Dre thought, staring at Chrissi. Trinket's hand squeezing Dre's sack, as she use the other one to beat her lips before swallowing man meat in her mouth again.

Trinket slurping and gargling on Dre's hardness, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she bounces up and down on her knees stroking Dre to throat job ecstasy. Dre's heart racing and his breathing heavy, as sweat drops run down his face to his tatted husky chest, the feeling of Trinket's tongue doing circular motions on the tip of his dick, catching every drip of pre cum he release from his sloppy blowjob from the beauty sent him in a trance. Dre's leg began to wobble, he could feel he was going to bust, and it was going to be a lot.

Dre quickly pulls out of Trinket's mouth before she drained his dick dry, he slaps his large hands in between Chrissi's thighs. The sounds of his hands slapping her inner thighs echoes loudly in the room, and causing Chrissi to snap out of her Grape Gas euphoria, screaming in pain. "You punk ass muthafucker!" Chrissi screamed clearly through the gag ball , kicking her legs wildly at Dre.

"Shut the fuck up Bones!" Dre replied, bending Chrissi's legs behind her head with one hand and stroking his dick fast as he licks his lips at the full view of Chrissi's wet shaved pussy -. Dre slides his fingers in between Chrissi's pussy lips collecting her juices that was coming from her pink insides, then placing the two fingers in his mouth. Tasting his friend for the first time in twenty years. "You do taste good."

Chrissi rolling her eyes at Dre's comment, then feeling warm thick cum land in between her wetness. Dre's eyes were locked on Chrissi's as he drains his dick in between her legs, leaving trails of his cream in between Chrissi's legs and ass. Dre panting finally let go of Chrissi's legs that were behind her head, slapping her small bubble. Dre removes the gag ball from Chrissi's mouth, spreading Chrissi's juices across her plump lips. Chrissi immediately licking her lips, tasting herself. "Mmmm, I told you I was tasty. Now uncuff-"

"Not yet," Dre said, tapping Chrissi on her cheeks, then turning his attention back to Trinket. "Go." Dre then slaps Trinket's red bruised tatted ass cheeks, pointing at Chrissi. Trinket crawling back in front of Chrissi, quickly unleashing her tongue and fingers on Chrissi's wetness and ass. Dre strokes his dick a few seconds before grabbing another pair of cuffs and cuffing Trinket's hands behind her back while she sucks on Chrissi's pussy.

The sounds of Chrissi's soft moans, Trinket's tongue and mouth slurping on Chrissi's juicy pulsating clit made Dre's dick jump, he taps his dick on Trinket's ass cheeks. "Good girl, suck her ass until she dry. She's likes that shit....don't you Bones?"

Chrissi went to speak but Trinket's tongue teasing the outside of her brown area had her legs weak, as she tried to fight the urge to cum and not give Dre the satisfaction of him getting the best of her. Dre slapping Trinket's ass cheeks, while all nine inches of his brown meat stretch Trinket's wet anal walls. The two women moaning and squealing from pure pleasure, r&b music filled their ears as they release their juices at the same time from serving and being served.

"Alr...alrig....Alright nigga! You won!" Chrissi moans loudly, using her feet to try to get Trinket from between her legs. "Cal...call..."

Dre smiles at his best friend as he continues to give Trinket long rough strokes anally . He shakes his head no to Chrissi's request, slaps Trinket's large cakes causing her to suck faster on Chrissi's clit. "You want me to call her off? Moan that shit. What's wrong can't hang like you used to?"

Chrissi chuckles shaking her head in defeat and rolling her eyes as before closing them, Trinket's tongue flickering up and down as Chrissi's juices splashes on her face. The two women both creaming at the same time , Dre filling Trinket's ass up with his nut, slowly easing out, again watching his cream gliding down from her ass to the lower parts of her body. Dre wipes the sweat off his forehead. "You were right C, she does know how to please."

Dre finally freeing both women, then coming back face to face with Chrissi. Chrissi's eyes low, a slight smile on her face as she stares back at Dre. "Happy Birthday Old Ass."

"Happy Anniversary Punk Ass," Dre said kissing Chrissi on the lips.

"We're sick as fuck," Chrissi burst out laughing, wrapping her arms around Dre.

"If I'm going to be a freak I rather it be with you. Now I have to marry you, because what we did so far and going to do next. I only feel right doing it with my wife," Dre said, lifting Chrissi up in his arms.

"What makes you think I want to marry you?" Chrissi sucks her teeth.

"Cause nobody else is going to marry our insane asses or put up with your spoiled stubborn ass," Dre said, carrying Chrissi upstairs to his bedroom. "So in five years on our honeymoon night we'll talk about this night."

Dre carefully place Chrissi in the middle of his large bed. "Take all that shit off!"

Hey My Freaks lol I hope you guys enjoy this one. I was going to release this on what would have been on my anniversary with my late love Big Sexy aka Duane but instead I chilled and then life been whooping my ass too but I'm here, creating, vibing and networking. I appreciate everyone who gives me a shot and those who enjoy my work I truly appreciate it. I have to get a lot cleared and handle but i'm probably going to cut back on some of the stories until I'm 100% straight.