Sex in the Hood Saga (21 page)

Duke's body, glistening in the shower, was so beautiful Duchess couldn't stop staring at him. Everything about him mesmerized her. She watched the way the water streamed over the succulent dark chocolate skin on his bald head, over his ears, those perfectly arched black eyebrows, his thick lashes, down his black Roman warrior nose, his high chiseled cheekbones and wide, clean-shaven jaw, to his thick, smooth neck.

Timbo was poking at her stomach, and Duchess couldn't wait to feel him poke back inside Celeste. How could her pussy feel even more hungry for Duke's delicious dick? How could she feel this wicked craving after hours and hours of fucking this absolute god?

“Oh my God!” Victoria cried out into the hiss of the shower.

It was like Duke was inside her head, talking through her voice.

“Baby girl, you a'ight?”

She took Timbo into her hands, stroking the shaft, loving the satin-over-rock feel of this giant magic wand she would worship until her last breath. Especially when it made Duke look down at her like she was his reason for living. Because that's how she felt.

Her mind was spinning a million miles a minute . . . Thank goodness she didn't have to stay at Gramma Green's house of hell, and that Duke's penthouse was as luxurious as home was. And she finally got some sleep. And she finally got some dick!

Her heart felt like it skipped a beat. With terror.

Duke had just told her about the Miami-Caribbean story they'd fed to the media. Victoria Winston didn't exist anymore, unless she wanted to face the feds who would turn around and accuse her of helping Daddy do something wrong. Could she go to the penitentiary for a white collar crime that she unknowingly committed? Would her own father have involved her in something illegal? Or was he truly wrongly accused as he'd claimed?

Right now, after seeing the power of the federal prosecutor who was after Daddy and the power of the press to destroy a man to the point that he took his own life, Victoria had no desire to find out.

“Duke,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his firm, tapered waist. She buried her face in that hot, velvety crevice at the center of his chest, where the soft mounds of his pecks came together. “This space was made to cradle my face.”

Duke tossed his head back, laughing into the streaming water. “You rhymin' again baby girl? Tol' you I was gonna go raw dog on that ass 'til you couldn't talk!”

“Yeah, lobotomize me, baby,” she said.

“Timbo musta banged all the way up in yo' brain to flip the black switch,” Duke laughed, “'cause you talk black now. Did you see Doc Reynolds and Beama's eyes pop when you woke up?” Duke was cracking up. “Day-um. That was some hilarious shit right there.” He kissed the top of her head, ran his hands down the wet black cape that was her hair, tickling the top of her ass.

“It's like the little voice inside my head,” she said, “has been reprogrammed to speak hood.”

“Yeah, that's that Mandingo dick,” Duke said, “woke the sleepin' black diva within.”

Victoria pressed her cheek to his chest as she laughed. His voice vibrated in her ear as he said, “The way you talk, that's still gonna be part of yo' Hoodology 101, to get you ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“Yo' work for Babylon. As Duchess. This weekend I'm presentin' you to Babylon at my birthday party. Then we got the meetin' of the millennium comin' up nex' Monday. A week from Friday my brotha Knight comin' home, so we gotta make you into the baddest bitch this side o' the moon.”

“Duke,” she whispered, real sultry, staring up into his beautiful eyes. “Every other minute that you're not hosting my extreme ghetto makeover”—she reached down to stroke Timbo—“can I be the first contestant on Extreme Pussy Takeover?”

Duke's deep laugher echoed through the shower.

“Yo' sex coma already got us a day behind in yo' trainin'.”

“Kiss me.”

As the water streamed over their faces, he pressed his satin hot lips to hers.

How could one guy's kiss feel so different than another?

Brian's lips were hard, puckered in a way that felt uninviting, tense. But Duke's lips were relaxed, soft, moving gently, like little nibbles. Her plump lips against his plump lips equalled one sensuous dance of hungry mouths finally tasting the flavor they'd both been craving.

He kissed her forehead then cupped her jaw in his giant hands, tilted her face up so he could focus those beautiful, black kaleidoscopic eyes down at her.

“Duchess, I ain't neva even thought this befo', but when you was 'sleep and I thought you was dead,” his voice cracked, “I realized I can't—don't wanna live wit'out you.”

“You never have to,” she whispered. “In my eyes, you're like this masterpiece of manhood and I was made for you,” she whispered. “I could stare at you forever. Kiss you forever. Make love with you forever.”

He French kissed her so good, she felt dizzy. Then with his hands on her slippery waist, he turned her around.

“Put your hands on the wall,” he said, spreading her fingers against the warm, wet stone. He bent her at the waist, grasping her hips like they were hinges he was adjusting to just the right angle. She looked back. Timbo pointed like Cupid's big black arrow at her milky round ass.

“The prettiest sight on the planet,” he groaned as he slid his dick up and down her perfectly round ass. She arched her back aching to feel him inside her. As if he heard her yearning, Duke reached between her legs from the back. He cupped his hand over her pussy so that his fingertips were at the top of the hair and the heel of his hand was at her asshole. He pressed his palm down onto her clit.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “I need that.”

He made his hand move in a way that was covering her entire pussy from front to back, and he was stimulating every square millimeter with his hand. In seconds, Victoria convulsed, legs trembling, nipples squeezing, shivers dancing over her skin, mind flashing blue, green, yellow—Slam!

“Aaaahhh!”

The size and force of Timbo surging up into her pussy was so fucking luscious, Duchess could die right now and be happy.

His fingertips pressed into her hips. He banged ferociously. Did sex feel this good to everyone?

Hell no!
That new black voice shouted in Duchess' head.

She closed her eyes, as her brain was a wild whirl of words, thoughts, pictures, with that new narrator trying to add sassy commentary every which way. Duke's dick ramming her with the relentless force she craved made it hard to focus. She didn't want to make thoughts about anything but the pleasure of the moment, but would it crank up the volume even louder on the black voice?

Victoria opened her eyes. She wasn't going to worry about all that for now. She was in the shower with Duke, making love.

She glimpsed his feet;huge, dark, perfect, with long toes and pedicured nails that shined with polish. They raised up and down slightly, splashing the gold stone floor on each side of her much smaller white feet topped with shiny red toenails. She glanced back, her black hair a cape over her back, tumbling to the left side of her waist. On her right hip, his long, elegant fingers contrasted against the soft, creamy curve leading to a long leg.

Ooooh, the most magnificent sight of all was her ass bouncing against his groin. Round, ivory flesh flattening just a little against the hard, ebony plane of muscle, over and over and over.

Wait, Duke's face. That was the most magnificent. She loved how lust was turning his cheeks red, parting his lips. Tenderness and love glowed in his eyes.

Duchess closed hers again. She filed that snapshot away to the most cherished chamber of her heart because this sense of paradise couldn't possibly last in the wicked world.

“If something seems too good to be true,” Daddy used to always say, “it probably is.”

It felt like a museum or some wild adventure into Ancient Egypt as Duke stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling King Tut mask;shiny gold-and-black stripes on the headdress, the big eyes with thick black liner, the asp at the forehead. Within the center of the fifteen-foot-wide piece of art: double doors.

“Welcome to Babylon HQ,” he said, opening the doors. “I got my vision from Ramses' court on The Ten Commandments.”

The floor was shiny white marble, just like in the bedroom.

A huge glass desk dominated the same kind of platform, which was four marble steps up, just like the bed. Two chairs behind the desk, as well as two satin couches against the walls leading to the desk area, were styled like gold thrones with arms that curved into spirals and gold satin seats. Behind the desk, lighted glass shelves stretched between huge, gold-and-black-striped mummy cases.

From a side door, which was open to a vast office space with desks and cubicles, four gorgeous girls came strutting out, all in costume with Cleopatra-style hair and makeup. They wore little white dresses with gold hip belts and gold spike sandals that laced up their bare calves, gold bands holding their hair back, and serpent-style cuffs in the curves between their sculpted biceps and deltoid muscles.

The girls were a gorgeous spectrum, from almond to caramel to milk chocolate to iridescent blue-black. In the adjacent office, all the women who were answering phones, working at desks and typing on computers were dressed that way.

These girls ooze sex. It was in the way they walked, the expressions on their faces and in their eyes. The four of them stood directly in front of her and Duke, holding their hands up as if they were praying.

They said in unison, “Master Duke, Madame Duchess.” They bowed.

Duchess' eyes devoured their shapely bodies, how they radiated sensuality, from their red painted lips to their hoisted up breasts to their round butts and long legs. They looked good enough to eat. Where she lived, girls were all super-skinny and horrified by any trace of fat on their bodies. That made Victoria self-conscious about her round butt that was bigger and rounder than anyone else's she knew. Brian's pressure for her to diet and lose weight only made her more self-conscious.

But these girls here had meat on their bones and carried themselves with so much confidence. They looked incredible, solid, not fat at all. Just sensuous and comfortable with themselves. It was another affirmation for Duchess to showcase and celebrate her natural shape.

Her pussy was going wild at the sight of these women.

“Master Duke, where you find this sweet sista?” The girl scorched the length of Duchess' body with a fiery stare.

Duchess' lips parted as the girl stepped close. The tops of her glitter-dusted breasts were as mouth watering as golden baked dinner rolls glistening with yellow butter.

Celeste was blowing steam into the crotch of Duchess' jeans. Her panties were soaked. Her mind spun with images of herself, Duke and this beautiful girl having a threesome right here in the office. So many girls at school were into that two guys and one girl, or one guy and two girls.

Her reflection in the mirrored wall on the right made Duchess smile. Duke had stocked his closet with clothes for her, even before he met her. It was the hottest in urban wear, including these Fubu faded denims that hugged her ass like no jeans had ever done before. The pink glitter on the thighs and butt were super sexy, and it matched the snug pink tank top and pink stiletto ankle boots she was wearing with it. Her hair swayed just above what Duke called the “ka-pow!” curve of her ass.

These clothes were fine for now, but Duke said they were going shopping as part of her training to get the wardrobe of her choice. Looking at these girls in the little outfits, they reminded her of the women who worked at Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas.

Victoria had been there several times with Daddy when he had conventions. He'd always take her, Melanie, and Nicholas and let them hang out at the pool or shop in the Foreign Shops.

“Duchess,” Duke said. Two syllables from his mouth and she broke out in a sweat all over. He was so damn sexy, and the love in his voice when he said her name emphasized her power.

It reminded her that she was really the one in control here, that she was learning, planning, pretending to let him be in power until she could wield it entirely herself.

“Yeah, baby,” she responded, turning to him with perfect posture that showed him that her nipples were hard because she was thinking about him bending her over that desk and fucking her right here in front of these girls.

“This is your personal assistant,” Duke said, turning his palm toward the girl with the glitter dusted breasts, the one who was standing just a little closer to Duchess than the other three, who were still lined up facing them.

“I'm Honey,” she said, pressing a satin soft hand into Duchess' palm. “Welcome to Babylon. You need anything, I am here to serve.”

“The pleasure is mine,” Duchess said. “You must be named after your eyes.”

Honey lowered her thick black eyelashes. Her full lips, glossed with coral colored lipstick, parted to reveal perfect white squares for teeth. Her cheeks rose like little round apples; her nose was like a mini mushroom. She glanced back up, her honey-brown eyes sparkling, framed by flawless skin as dark as molasses. Her face was round, framed by straight black bangs and hair pulled back in a gold band. Her big, juicy boobs poked toward Duchess.

This is thee sexiest girl I have ever seen.
Duchess wanted to open up her mouth and take a bite of Honey.

“Anything you need typed,” Duke said, “appointments, travel arrangements, phone calls, Honey can han'le e'rything for you. When you got off-site meetings, shopping, pedicure, anything, Honey can go wit' you.”

“I'm looking forward to it,” Duchess said.

“The other girls,” Duke said, “they're back-up. DaLinda, Rochelle, an' Tamika.” Each girl bowed as he said her name.

“How you doin'?” Duchess said, undressing them with her eyes. Whatever work Duke wanted her to do up here, how in the world did he expect her to concentrate with these sex kittens around? Did he think she wouldn't be attracted to girls too?

I didn't think I was attracted to girls until I walked up in this peice! And if there was any question, one look at Honey and it's done. I will eat that pussy.
She smiled, thinking of how Duke said, “And so it is written, and so it is done.”

Duke watched her closely. He knew. Once he set Celeste free to reign over his dick and Babylon, she'd have to swing both ways to capture the full flavor.

And these four girls definitely represented every flavor.

Duchess knew she wanted to see all of them naked. What did their nipples look like? Their clits? Did Duke fuck them? The way he devoured them with his eyes meant the answer was probably yes. What did that look like? Her insides were electrified with curiosity and a twinge of jealousy that oddly turned her on even more. Did they have orgies right here in his office? If she was responding like this as a girl, she couldn't imagine what a man would be thinking, especially when he was the boss.

Duke clapped. The girls closed their eyes, bowed, then turned and sashayed back into that big office space, where they closed the doors.

Duchess immediately turned to Duke, who was wearing jeans, baby-soft black loafers and a black silk tunic that hugged his muscles and tapered waist. She ran her hands over his black belt and over the log in his pants.

“Celeste needs to talk to Timbo about Honey,” Duchess whispered.

Duke kissed her forehead, removing her hands from the bulge of his dick.

“What?” she snapped. Her mind spun. Was he about to say no? Her cheeks burned at the idea of him ever denying her that delicious dick, anytime, anywhere.

“I'll slam you over this desk,” Duke said, “and fuck you senseless just like you need, after we talk bidness. Can't think straight after I lay it on yo' fine ass. Can't even wake up for a day or two.” He laughed, taking long strides to the throne chairs behind the glass desk.

“Come sit at our desk so I can teach you how to rule.”