“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.”
Chapter 37
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.
I wanna eat their pussies. I wanna see them naked, with their juicy thighs spread wide open so I can see if their pussies are as pretty as mine. I wanna see them press their fingertips to their clits then fuck those crazy-sexy studs from in thee gym.
“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.
They all thought I was such a prude ’cause I wouldn’t even fuck. If they could see me now!
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 lips
tick, 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.”
Chapter 38
Ain’t no way she can look at me like that an’ I don’t fuck her!
Timbo got even bigger and harder as Duke looked down at Duchess’ long, elegant giraffe legs straddling the gold arms of this throne. The chair was pushed back from the glass desk so her back didn’t hit the edge.
“I loooove this position,” she whispered, cupping his face in her hot hands as her big, blue metallic eyes glazed and rolled back a little like she was buzzing off too much Cristal. She was riding him so tough right now, he wouldn’t be surprised if she shouted, “Giddyup, mothafucka!”
Her right fingertips rubbed her clit, making her pussy drip hot cream all down Timbo. Good thing Duke had pulled his jeans down to his ankles and pulled his shirt up to his chest.
Duchess’ titties, which she pulled out of the scoop-neck of her pink T-shirt, were poking over the edge like torpedoes aiming at Duke’s mouth. The cinnamon-colored circles with sweet little points made him suck like tomorrow would never come. He loved how those suckers went in soft and got hard against his tongue.
She loved it, too, because her pussy was starting to squeeze like she was about to cum.
Her eyes were half-closed now as she moaned, “Oh, Duuuuke.” In fact, she looked like she was drunk. He was afraid to see how wild Duchess would be if she got some champagne in her. And a blunt? She would tear Timbo up. Break it off.
No, Duchess would stay intoxicant-free for now. This was all the intoxication she needed, right here. Duke slammed his hips up, up, up. Her long, straight black hair bounced all over the glass desktop, her shoulders, arms, and the tops of her milky white thighs.
She was just wild right now because it was new. This was her first dick, and last dick, so she wanted to try it out every way possible. Then her ass would calm down. Otherwise, if they fucked all day, every day, his work would come to a standstill.
They wouldn’t get everything ready in two weeks for when Knight was supposed to come home.
Her sex coma had already put them behind schedule a day and a half. All of Monday was wasted. Half of today, Tuesday, was eaten up by having Doc Reynolds come and give her smelling salts or whatever the fuck that was. Now they could have been halfway through the tour if she hadn’t muzzled him with that big red clit she shoved in his mouth as he was describing her job duties up in this Egyptian palace.
I wonder how long do it take for Duchess to concentrate after I hit it? If I leave her up here to work, I know she gon’ start messin’ around wit’ Honey. My girl looked at her new executive assistant like she wanna sop her up wit’ a biscuit an’ slurp her down whole. Lips, titties, ass, legs, from head to toe! If Duchess was this addicted to dick already, how would she act after she got her first taste of pussy?
She gon’ lose her ma’fuckin’ mind between Honey legs.
She was losing her heart and soul between his. Duchess was going to cum any second now. Duke could tell by the way her pussy was squeezing around Timbo like a hand milking a cow, just like Mama Johnson had showed him as a kid down on her farm in Alabama. If his dick were an udder and Duchess was the hand that was milking it, then she would suck him dry at this rate.
Naw, I gotta make her cum so we can get back to bidness.
Duke grabbed the sides of her hips. He fucked up, up, up, like an upside-down jackhammer on that pussy. He was beating it up, giving it a black eye. Maybe if she were sore, she wouldn’t want to fuck for a while. But damn, she didn’t even get sore the first time.
“Yeah, Duke. Pound that pussy! Pound it!”
Her titty fell out of his mouth. She kissed him softly. Her lips were so sensuous and hot, he could suck on them all day long.
Neva tasted anything so good. Just like Adam must have said when Eve gave him a bite of that sweet apple. This kiss was sucking the life out of Duke Johnson. He was breathing hard, heart pounding, ass muscles burning, abs aching.
She gon’ kill me. Maybe that sex curse she was rambling about, maybe it was true. Maybe it zig-zagged through generations, so like her daddy fucked her momma to death, now when the daughter found a man, she would fuck him to death.
Timbo went soft.
She got still. Her eyes opened real wide. Her pretty black, arched eyebrows drew together. She looked down.
Timbo flopped out with a silvery shine, like a dead fish plopped on a tangle of wet black seaweed. Duke’s chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. Beads of sweat on his forehead trickled down, itching all over his face. His shirt was soaked. He didn’t sweat this much during their sweet-ass cherry pick-a-thon.
The way she was looking at him felt like her eyes were slicing straight through his heart. Like he failed. Like he tricked her. Like he don’t love her.
Hell naw. Timbo surged. His dick rose straight up, like Frankenstein did when the mad scientist flipped the switch and made the lightning bolt jolt life into the creature made of dead body parts.
“Yeah, baby,” Duchess purred like a damn cat.
She raised up, speared her pussy down on Timbo, and got that mellow smile back. “Oh, Duke, I love it. Loooooove it.”
Duke loved it too.
Even though I’m creatin’ a ma’fuckin’ monsta.
Chapter 39
Duchess held back a scream every time Duke said “baby mommas” with so much pride in his voice. As if someone who was not even old enough to buy beer should be proud to have five kids by three different girls! But she was laughing too hard right now as five adorable little kids pinned him to the floor here in the playroom. Carpeted with a plush A-B-C pattern of red, yellow and blue, the huge room had murals of jungle scenes, a giant fake tree whose hollow trunk had cushions for reading, and enormous stuffed animals-lions, giraffes, gorillas, flamingos, tigers. They were all arranged amidst a kid-sized Hummer and Barbie Jeep that really drove, and a movie theatre area with mini recliners, a popcorn machine and a state of the art flat screen monitor. This playroom was a stop on her tour of Babylon’s fifth floor, where the three “baby mommas” lived in their own apartments.
“Attack!” shouted one little boy who was a fifty-pound clone of Duke, from the bald head to the genie eyes to the tiny silver hoop earrings.
“Daddy down! Daddy down!” shouted another Duke clone, this one about a year younger than the other.
A chubby girl, about the same size as Victoria’s two-year-old cousin, giggled as she climbed up Duke’s shoulder.
“Help me!” Duke cried playfully, flailing his arms, which two more toddlers—a twin boy and girl—grabbed. “It’s attack of the babies!”
A tooth-sucking sound drew Duchess’ attention to the three nannies who were sitting on a nearby plush red couch flanked by book cases.
“Is gon’ be attack o’ some baby mommas when they see a snowstorm done blew up in Babylon,” said the one with long, brown braids. All of them wore black jeans, crisp white cotton blouses and white leather loafers. No jewelry. No long fingernails. Just snarls on their faces as Duchess glanced their way. Duchess’ cheeks stung, slapped by their negative energy.
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