Yung' x Trigga Imagines

Good Girls VS Bad Girls - T.A.N

"GIRL, stop being a pussy."

"I'm not. Its just that I'm not into this shit, Nala. We can't just be serving the pussy up to him on a silver platter."

She sucked her teeth."This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You know you wanna do this deep down. It's Trey Songz, come on now."

She was right, I've crushed on him for forever. But im so damn shy, what if I did something wrong? I shook the thought away before it made me change my mind. "Fine, let's get it."

She clapped excitedly and we followed Trey's bodyguard to the back.

It was beyond me why out of all the girls in the arena tonight, Trey chose Nala and I to come fuck with him. We were pretty average females, or so I thought. The bodyguard led us into the room where Trey was finishing up signing autographs. Not once did he glance at us and after awhile it started to tick me off. Like damn, acknowledge our presence. When the last few fans left, his eyes scanned us up and down. Nala nudged me and smirked. I had a feeling she was getting moist down below.

"Sorry y'all had to wait. Come here, what y'all standing all way ova there for?" Trey asked, licking his lips. Nala began her journey towards him but stopped once she realized my scared ass hadn't budged. She rolled her eyes and dragged me with her.

He focused in on me. "You alright, baby?"

I nodded, still not believing that I was standing right in front of him. "You ain't gotta be shy, trigga gone take care of ya." He smiled at me, showing his pearly whites.
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We cleaned ourselves up a bit while Nala coached me.

"You can't be freezing up out there, ma. This the real deal, it's all or nothing."

I rolled my eyes."Bitch it's sex, not the NBA Finals."

"Hell, it might as well be", she said, exercising her jaw muscles.

He knocked on the door and that was our que to come on out. When we opened it, he was posted up against the door frame, searching through his phone. We squeezed past him and made our way towards the bed. I felt like he was watching me, and hard at that. When I turned around, I was right. His gaze was burning holes through me and I couldn't take it. Nala, to my surprise, began kissing along my jawline. I tried to keep the suprise off of my face as she unhooked my bra and let her super wet tongue glide across my nipples. Trey sat his phone down and walked up closer, for a better view I suppose. He eyed Nala down, biting his lip. "Gon' eat her pussy."

My eyes grew wide as Nala spread my legs and moved my panties to the side, diving into my love box. My moans filled the room. Trey pushed my hair out of my face, looking down at me. Nala looked up at me and bit me softly. That was my que. I massaged Trey's erection through his boxers. He groaned, "Don't play wit it, go crazy baby."

Nala stopped eating me and reached over to remove it. She proceeded to give him sloppy head while I watched, intrigued as hell. He seemed to be enjoying it, letting out curse words every now and again. "DAMN, baby. There ya go."

I felt weak as Nala catered to the man of MY dreams. He removed his member from her mouth and picked me up so that my legs fell around his waist.

"What I tell ya? I said I got ya right?"

I nodded.

His member massaged around my entrance before he pushed it inside of me. My mouth made an o shape as he pounded inside of my love box, leaving me in tears. Sex tears of course. Nala watched me with a smirk on her face as he tore my walls down. He began singing into my ear, "I know you ain't a hoe or else I wouldn't go so lowww".

When he was finished with me, he worked Nala out, giving her the same treatment. She threw her ass back one more time before he busted. He'd already made me cum three times and I was in and out of sleep as Nala laid next to me. Us three finally gave in to exhaustion and passed out, our heads on his chest.

The morning after, it took me a moment to remember where I was and the events of last night. I tapped Nala to wake her up and we gathered our clothes and phones. Trey was nowhere to be found and his luggage was gone. Not a surprise though. He had a concert in the next city.

As Nala drove me home, I really began feeling like a hoe. I mean, the sex was great, but I was a one night stand. He didnt even have the decency to wake us up to say goodbye. Nala didn't seem bothered by it though, which wasn't surprising.

I soaked in my circular bath tub, trying to relieve my pussy from the punishment Trey gave it. My music stopped playing meaning I had a incoming call. I stared at the caller ID and my eyes grew wide. It read "Daddy Trey."

There was nooooo way. He must've put his number in my phone. I picked up hesitantly.

"H-hello?"

"Wassup baby? I was just letting ya know I aint forgot about ya. If you ever need anything, outside of sex that is, hit a nigga up, okay?"

"O-okay." I cursed myself for stuttering so much.

He chuckled. "I'll see ya pretty ass soon."

The line went dead and I was left with my passionate thoughts of last night's escapade. Damn.