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“We’ll be there Charm.” I said before hanging up. I glanced over at an angry Tyrell. He glared at me and stuck up his middle finger. I shook my head and turned to Beau. “You’re meeting us there right?”
“Of course honey I’m right behind you guys.” He smiled. I thanked him and left out the house with Tyrell on my heels.
“You really ruining our day over this?” He slammed my car door as he asked his question.
“Babyboy it’s Charm wedding. We’ve been planning this together for months. I said yes to you forgetting today was dress shopping day.” I tried explaining again.
“I don’t give a single fuck.” He glared. I blinked at him before pulling out my driveway. Beau followed as I went to the dress shop. Tyrell sat in his seat being a little ass kid the whole ride. I told him how important this was and he was still sour. He said he wanted to spend the day with only me. Don’t get me wrong I want the same but today is super important.
He’s been jumpy since Thanksgiving night and wanted to relax with me and I want to relax with him too but Charm comes first today. She has no one but me and Beau to shop with so I told Tyrell we had to wait a few hours to spend time together and he got mad. He’s acting like a little ass kid.
“We’re here.” I mumbled getting out of the car. I walked to the building and Beau caught up with me.
“Is he still mad?” He asked. I looked back to see Tyrell’s angry glare.
“Yeah.” I smiled.
“You’re smiling.” Beau titled his head.
“Putting on a nice face, inside I’m fuming.” I smiled. We greeted the sales lady and she led us to Charm.
“Hi babes.” Charm smiled and hugged us. She was wearing a cream colored slip dress and had a champagne glass in hand.
“Have you picked any dresses yet?” I asked. Tyrell trailed behind us.
“No actually we were going to look now. We wanted to wait for you guys.” Charm smiled.
“Oh do I get to pick some out?” Beau smirked. “I want the titties on full display.”
“Me too.” Charm laughed. “Come on then let’s go pick.” She held her hands out. Beau took her hand but I paused.
“Give us a second.” I looked back at my boyfriend. They nodded and walked behind the sales lady. Once they were out of view I turned to Tyrell.
“Go with yo friends Bassir.” He mumbled. I glared at him.
“What’s wrong with you for real because it can’t be all this.” Tyrell tilted his head with a hard glare.
“How the fuck you gon tell me how I feel?” He said loudly. I didn’t want him to start a scene so I quickly grabbed his arm and pushed him into the dressing room. I locked the door behind us and turned to Tyrell.
He gave me a stare that let me know what was wrong. All his little angry ass wants is some dick. I pushed him against the wall and captured his lips with mine.
“You were acting out cause you wanted some dick huh?” I questioned turning him around. My hand quickly fumbled with his belt.
“Bassir we can’t fuck here.” He moaned. His face was pushed against the wall and he was trying to look at me.
“Why can’t we?” I smirked pushing his pants down. Tyrell istanbul travesti let out a sharp breath as I rested my fingers on his hole. “On second thought you’re right. I think I’ll just settle for sucking you off.”
“This is crazy.” Tyrell moaned. I turned him back around and shoved his dick in my mouth, taking him all the way.
I placed my fingers back on his hole and rubbed him slowly. I started bobbing my head on his dick going at a fast pace. I’m not sure how long we have until they’re back with the dresses so I had to be quick.
“Fuck Base.” Tyrell moaned, placing a gentle hand on my head. I pulled off till I was on his tip. I licked along his slit then went back down wrapping my tongue around him.
I grabbed his balls and held them as I sucked his dick. My jaw was starting to hurt because Tyrell is pretty big. He likes to joke that my dick is big but he’s not far from me. He’s the biggest I’ve been with so it’s a challenge to work him down my throat.
I could feel his balls tighten as he hit the back of my throat. I held him there and soon Tyrell was cumming into my mouth. He kept his hand on the back of my head as he shot into the back of my throat. I pulled off slightly, getting some on my tongue. When he was done he slumped against the wall.
I stood up and helped pull up his pants and boxers. I buttoned him back up and fastened his belt. He looked at me dazed as I grabbed my own dick and shifted it around. I don’t think we have time for him to repay the favor.
“You gon act right now?” I smirked. He gave me a slow nod. “Good.”
I walked out the room and looked at my friends and the sales lady pulling out a set of keys. I wiped the side of my mouth and smiled.
“Sorry we needed to have a private conversation.” I grabbed my blushing boyfriend. His angry ass was now blushing with an embarrassed look. A little head got him acting right. The sales lady nodded and started putting her keys away. Charm passed me with a knowing smirk. She had five dresses in hand.
“You nasty.” She whispered in passing. I shrugged.
“You look so beautiful.” I smiled at my best friend. I slightly wiped away some tears. Me and Charm were in her dressing room looking at the dress she picked. Tyrell had to leave because of business. I can’t wait to see him later. I’m gonna treat him like he treated me. Tyrell was able to see this dress and he approved. Beau was helping put back the dresses. He cried harder than me when he saw her in this dress.
“Why are you crying? I’m supposed to be crying.” She glared, wiping her own tears. I hugged her tightly.
“I’m sorry it’s just so real now Charm. You’re getting married to Chad of all people.” She laughed, nodding.
“He loves him some me. His family definitely was shocked when he brought me home but he’s always been loyal to me. I’m so happy to be marrying him.” She gushed.
Chad’s family is a little conservative. Charm is loud and doesn’t hold her tongue so his family was surprised when this girl, who didn’t fit their ideal partner for their son walked in. Chad is way different from his parents though and told them plainly that Charm was the istanbul travestileri one and nothing they said or did was going to change that.
“Chad has been whipped since day one. I remember him calling that first Valentine’s Day asking for my help when he ruined all the plans.” I smiled.
“My cornbread boy was so stressed that day. You guys made it perfect with the picnic under the stars and peanut and jelly sandwiches. I told him I loved him that night.” She smiled. “I can’t wait to marry that man and our wedding night I can’t wait to fuck him. Imma put it down so good he ain’t gon ever look at nobody else. I’ve been giving him a little teaser all these years and he is hooked, wait until I really show him what I can do.” She smirked.
“Charm he’s not something to play with. Remember what you told me after the first time.” She nodded with an odd look. Charm confessed Chad was the first time she ever came from penetration sex. She said she spaced out after sex and she woke up Chad had taken care of her. Washed her and clothed her and him being a gentleman left a sweet note and breakfast for her.
“Yeah on that note let’s get me outta this dress. I’m horny and I want some dick from my man.” Charm called in the sales lady. I laughed and left out the room.
Tyrell sighed looking at his phone. His head was in my lap and we were doing work in the room. It was late so Romero had already been washed and taken to bed. He forced us to read him some bedtime stories then got mad when they didn’t make sense. He went to sleep with a pout on his face.
“What’s wrong Babyboy?” I asked stroking his hair. I decided to not get mad at him about leaving in the middle of dress shopping. He’s been stressed lately and hasn’t told me why. I figure it has something to do with work and I’m not sure if I want to ask.
“It’s nothing Base.” He glanced up. I pinched his nose tightly. He smacked my hand away and sat up. “Fuck wrong with you?”
“You’re lying, that’s what’s wrong with me.” I smirked. “Tell me what’s wrong. I’m your boyfriend. I’m here to listen and help. Even if I don’t wanna know.” He glared at me. We had a staring contest before he dropped his head back on my lap and sighed.
“Don’t freak out but my dad is trying to kill me.”
“What?” I yelled. He sighed and shook his head.
“I said don’t freak out and yo ass still freaked out.”
“How can I not? Your dad is trying to kill you?” I questioned. He nodded. “He’s dead though right.”
“I guess not.” Tyrell sighed.
“Well how do you know?” I questioned. Tyrell could tell I was getting worked up so he started rubbing the palms of my hands. He thinks it calms me down because of this one yoga cd he listened to. The only one he’s ever listened to and although it tickles me I let him keep doing it.
“Alright on thanksgiving I got a call when we were at the shelter. Dave said the trap had been shot up and he swore it was my father. I did some digging and it turns out it fucking was. He found out about the trap and the gang but not about the business. I’m not sure why he’s trying to kill me. Probably something about me stabbing him once.” Tyrell travesti istanbul explained.
“You stabbed him?”
“He was beating my mom and at that time I still loved her. I stabbed him in his leg. He smacked me into the table and left. It was said he died that night. That’s why I have this scar. I hit my head against the table legs.” He pointed out the scar on his eyebrow. It cut through his eyebrow but was healed nicely; it was barely noticeable. I traced it softly.
“So what’s the plan?” I asked. He looked at me with a tight face.
“I’m going to kill him.” He whispered darkly. I nodded, looking to the ceiling. I don’t know how to feel or what to think. I think he noticed how uncomfortable I was getting. He sighed and rolled his head so his face was pressed against my stomach. “Let’s not talk about it tonight.”
I nodded and continued stroking his long hair. He’s been talking about cutting it lately. It’s grown down to just above his shoulders so I know it’s probably becoming too much for him. I like gripping his hair though, especially when he’s sucking me. I softly pulled his head back by his hair. He looked up at me with confused eyes.
“Earlier were you uncomfortable with what I did in the dressing room?” I asked. His face went red again.
“No I was embarrassed.” He grumbled. “Had me moaning like a bitch in that dressing room.” He sat up then lowered to the floor in front of me.
“Tyrell.” I groaned, placing my hands back on his head.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day. How I couldn’t return the favor.” He pulled me from my boxers. “I want to make you just as good as you made me.” He gave a long lick from the base to the tip. Tyrell has come a long way in terms of sucking dick. At first he was shy and stiff but now he really gets into it.
Tyrell’s hands grabbed the base while he started sucking me down. He knew by now to go slow because he still wasn’t ready to deep throat me. I liked watching him try though.
I moaned as he started bobbing up and down slowly. I placed my hand on the back of his head holding him in place. His eyes shot up to mine with worry.
“Only if you want me to.” I whispered. He gave me a small nod with my dick still in his mouth. I smirked and tightened my grip. I made sure not to go far in the back of his mouth. I held him in place as I fucked his mouth. I wasn’t rough because I didn’t want to hurt him but it was hard trying to stay calm.
Tyrell’s hands gripped my thighs to balance himself while I drove into his mouth. It felt so good sliding in and out of his mouth and seeing him try to keep up was even better. He tried to relax but could barely handle my thrust.
“You’re doing a really good job Babyboy.” I praised him. He looked up at me with red checks. His lips looked bruised but he was still taking it. I could feel myself cumming so I tried pulling back but he went with me. He kept himself still while I shot into the back of his throat. “Fuck.” I moaned.
Tyrell pulled off my dick and took a deep breath. His face was red, especially his lips.
“That shit needs to be an Olympic sport.” He groaned sitting back. “My fucking jaw, knees, and throat hurts.”
“Did you like doing that though?” I asked. He looked at me with a glare.
“Yeah Bassir I wouldn’t have done it if I thought I wouldn’t. I mean don’t get me wrong sucking dick is not my favorite but for you I’d do it everyday.” He smirked.
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