Sex in the Hood Saga

by White Chocolate

  “Day-um,” Duke exclaimed with sparkling eyes. “You quick. Com’ere, bof y’all.”

  As they went up the steps, Duchess watched Honey’s ass, her juicy legs and the hump of her plump ass in that little Cleopatra dress. The hot, wet swell between Duchess’ legs created torturous friction.

  “Duchess,” Duke said, patting her throne. “Come sit next to me. Honey, show her what you got.”

  Duchess sat on Duke’s thigh, facing the desk. Honey sat on the desk. She leaned back, stuck her legs in the air, and with a flash of those gold lace-up sandals, she spread her legs.

  The round curves of her ass cheeks against the glass desktop formed a sort of platter for Honey’s sweet meat. All those shiny folds of pink-brown flesh, it was like those party trays with ham and roast beef sliced so thin it looked like a crumpled piece of satin.

  That was what this girl’s big, brown clit and shaved pussy lips looked like. All Duchess could do was bend down to indulge in this most feminine delicacy. First, she ran her tongue up one lip, down the other. All the while she was grinding her pussy against Duke’s leg.

  Honey cupped her big, juicy breasts, sticking her tongue out to lick her own nipples. Duchess wrapped her lips around the plump brownberry, and delicious shivers wracked Duchess’ body.

  I’m cumming at first bite.

  Duke felt it, so he raised her a little, yanked down the bottom half of the cat-suit, and shoved his huge, rock-hard dick inside her. She gasped into Honey’s pussy. Then she did the windshield wiper motion. Honey quivered immediately.

  “Ooooh, Duchess, you do that good.” Honey frantically sucked her own nipples, staring with hungry eyes down at Duchess, who was peering over a bald brown hill, the dress crumpled around her waist and under her boobs. “You eat pussy like a pro.”

  As Duke thrust up into Celeste, he reached around and stuck his index finger inside Honey’s pussy. His knuckles bumped Duchess’ wet chin. Duchess pulled back to watch, loving Honey’s round, juicy ass pressed down on the glass desk, two circles forming a base for that fat, plump, bald pussy dripping honey as sweet as the name implied.

  Duke’s fingers pumped in and out of her pussy. His dick slammed up into Duchess’ pussy. She shivered faster, more intense. Her nipples were hard as rocks between her fingertips.

  She loved the sight of his beautiful brown hand contrasting with Honey’s meaty folds.

  Honey’s pussy was wide open in her mouth; it was a dream.

  So was Timbo inside her right now, giving Celeste what she needed.

  The fireball between Duchess’ legs was about to explode.

  Honey was quaking, moaning, shrieking, clawing, pulsating around Duke’s finger.

  Duchess screamed as orgasm melted her core. But she was terrified, because her veins were pumping red-hot opium. It just melted her mind into a raw, fiendish mass that would make her do anything to get more of the sweet stuff she just sampled with Duke and Honey.

  Chapter 42

  Duchess was now Alice in Pleasureland, and behind every door lay something even sexier. But these stripper dance lessons were going too far. No way in the world would she ever dance like those girls in videos.

  “Madame Duchess,” Honey said, guiding her into the gym, “you be doin’ these dance moves like a pro. I can tell by the way you flow when you walk.”

  “I don’t know why Duke wants me to—”

  Duchess’ mouth watered at the sight of dozens of beautiful, bare derrieres lined up at the ballet bar in the mirror and across the red floor mats. Thongs in every color rose up and out of each luscious crack and double bubbles of black velvet, caramel suede, and creamed coffee.

  Duchess’ breath caught in her throat. At the end of the bar, stretching her thin arms over her head, was Milan.

  The main baby momma who got hysterical at the sight of me today.

  But those two bodyguards were still with her. Maybe that was why she was making that snarling expression instead of charging at Duchess like she’d done earlier today.

  Now I’m definitely not gonnna do this in front of her.

  “Welcome, Madame Duchess,” said Lee Lee, the tall Asian black woman who was leading Victoria’s sexercise session.

  “Can I just watch?” Duchess asked.

  Something red flashed to her right.

  “Put this on,” Lee Lee said.

  A red thong formed a silky cloud in Victoria’s outstretched hands.

  “I ain’t givin’ nasty dance lesson number one with you lookin’ like a nun all covered up,” Lee Lee said playfully. “Didn’t Duke tell you? When you come to Hood School, we got a certain dress code.”

  Duchess felt dizzy. The kinds of moves she was learning to make with Duke, and now with Honey, were not something she wanted to do in front of anyone else, especially while she was wearing a thong in a room full of girls.

  “An’ hurry up,” said India, the tall, blue-black girl from the office who handled the fleets. Her stare was seductive as she said, “We all wanna see how much black showed up on that ass. Once you start to bounce it, we’ll know.”

  Laughter echoed through the gym.

  “That white girl probably can’t dance her way out of a paper bag,” Milan snickered. “Probably doesn’t have an ounce of rhythm anywhere.”

  A few girls laughed, including one who looked like Honey with short, straight black hair. She was already doing really sexy exercises, raising her leg all the way up so her foot pointed up beside her face like a ballerina, except she was wearing a thong.

  Lee Lee glared at them; they got quiet. If it weren’t for that, they’d be cracking up. Duchess wanted to disappear. Why had she felt so comfortable with her newly blossoming sex-until now? Because Milan was here. She was radiating so much hate, Duchess didn’t want to be in the same room with her, much less feel sexy or dance or do anything scandalous in front of such a hostile wetness.

  I’d feel safer if Duke were here. He said he had to go handle some details about his birthday party coming up in a few days.

  India bent to touch her toes. The bulge of baby blue thong stretched over her pussy, making it look like a sling full of plump meat. That little strip of fabric could barely cover the fat lips and big clit within.

  Duchess squeezed her pussy lips again, but rather than calm Celeste, they only stimulated a hot, cream-colored throb. A gust of steam heated her jeans.

  Why was she suddenly finding women so beautiful? So delicious-looking? Why did she keep staring at and thinking about Honey’s boobs, how one look made Duchess want to bury her face in all that soft, round, creamy flesh? Rub her cheeks in it, lick them all around, suck on the pretty tips pointing through that paper-thin black cotton.

  Right now, Honey’s toned arms looked just as creamy and shapely as they had in her Egyptian maiden mini-dress in the office. Her legs were toned, bare and holding up that super round, firm butt. That sexy bubble looked just as smooth and pretty as Duchess had imagined as she stared at the white chiffon of her dress whooshing back and forth, from the gold belt cinching her waist to the tops of her thighs.

  Duchess balled her fists to keep from reaching out and cupping her hands around Honey’s ass in front of all these girls, especially Milan, whose stare was so angry she could start a fire with one glance.

  Suddenly, Duchess wondered if what she did in Babylon would stay in Babylon. She wasn’t going to stay here forever, so what if one day, when she had become a successful business woman, her pussy-slurping activities with Honey came back to haunt her? If former presidents could confess that they had experimented with weed, then certainly she could say she had fully explored her sexuality. But she’d twist it around if she were ever called on it, saying her critics wished they could have watched her, or anything else that went on at Babylon.

  Right now she had no choice but to stay in this place of wild, sexy abandon, but when the time was right for her to go back out into the world as Victoria Winston, go to college, start her own business, she would make sure
her activities inside this nondescript building in the hood never caught up with her. Duke would teach her how to cover her tracks.

  Daddy used to always say, “Never do anything you don’t want to see in the newspaper, on TV or over the Internet.” She’d have to be extra careful, not let her lust overrule her mind. Who knew? Maybe Milan had a camera phone that could download a picture of Duchess and shoot it all over the world saying, “Here’s Victoria Winston! I found her, butt-ass naked, dancin’ like a stripper! Eating pussy too!”

  But if Duke had so much power and Milan was involved in the mysterious work he did here, she wouldn’t want to cross him. Plus, she’d be busting on herself. Still, that didn’t mean Duchess wanted to give that hater any ammunition, especially while she wrestled with the meaning of her life over the past forty-eight hours.

  Am I in love with Duke? Is it love or lust or both.? How do I feel different? Black, white, both? Am I a dyke? Do other girls feel like this when they look at other females? Touch them? Kiss them?

  Dance lessons, she could do without. If Duke thought she was going to shake what her momma gave her like those video chicks, he was the one who was clueless. Why was he so adamant about her getting this tutorial from the B’Amazons?

  “Don’t just stand there droolin’,” Lee Lee snapped. “Let’s work.”

  Victoria clutched the thong and headed into the locker room.

  “Where you goin’?” India teased. “We gon’ see it all anyway.”

  A minute later, Victoria’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as she watched herself strut across the gym in a red thong. Her super-long legs looked toned and lean, as did her stomach and butt in the mirror. Her nipples were like two copper pennies showing through her tight white jog bra.

  “I see why they call it a ponytail,” Honey said, running her hands over Duchess’ hair. Honey’s body heat made Duchess relax, but Milan’s angry stare in the mirror made her step out of Honey’s reach. If Honey was her assistant and Milan saw their relationship was both business and pleasure, then she could poison that.

  “Honey, I really don’t feel like dancing.”

  “Do it for Duke. He’ll love it, sweetie.”

  Lee Lee blasted the music, a hard-driving bass beat with girls singing nasty lyrics.

  The rhythm made Duchess want to dance and have fun, but the way Milan’s eyes were boring a hole through her backside chilled any notion of enjoyment. If those big men weren’t standing on each side of Milan, what would she be doing?

  “Line up, hold the bar,” Lee Lee commanded. “Madame Duchess, just do what we do.”

  The girls gripped the bar. With legs straight, they tiptoed a little, bent at the waist, and bounced their butts.

  Victoria was frozen, standing up straight.

  No way.

  Next to her, Honey’s butt was going up and down beautifully. When she bent, her butt cheeks parted, revealing the black thong that arched up over her cheeks and around her hips.

  “Just try it, sweetie,” Honey whispered as she grasped Duchess’ waist and bent her over. She put a hand on each hip and lifted them, helping them roll. Like fucking air.

  “Puuurrrrrrfect.” Honey smiled, resuming her own sensuous movement.

  Lee Lee shouted, “Now roll it!”

  Honey bent down a little, stuck her butt way out, then rolled it up. Duchess was sure her own wet pussy would soak right through the thong as she watched Honey. Lust was melting her inhibitions, and the movements felt fun and natural.

  Forget Milan. I’m gonna dance to my heart’s content.

  Duchess felt sorry for her. Milan looked so unhappy. Had Duke made her crazy or had she started off that way? Would Duke someday put Duchess down for the next horny new toy and leave her bitter and sad-looking, just like Milan?

  I can’t worry about all this right now. Because this new freedom and excitement were delicious. People in her town would be appalled to see girls dancing like this, but it felt so good, especially when she suddenly felt hands on her ass. Her eyes bulged. “What—”

  “Stick your ass way out,” Lee Lee ordered. She was cupping her ass, pulling it up. Her fingertips were dangerously close to Duchess’ wet, throbbing pussy. “Rrrrrooolll it, girl. Think of your hips as havin’ wheels inside. Smooth, rolling motion.”

  Duchess did it.

  “There you go. Beautiful, girl. Make my cunt drip.”

  Duchess couldn’t wait until this was over so she could go up to the penthouse with Duke and make love again. Just one touch, she was sure she’d be having a damn sexual seizure all over the place. Away from any mean stares or curious eyes.

  “You got it, sweetie!” Honey exclaimed, staring back to watch her own cheeks rise and roll. “Work that pretty ass.”

  A couple more demonstrations and Duchess was actually joining them to do a group dance. They formed a circle facing each other, sticking their butts out, shimmying from shoulders to hips, and swinging their hair. Never had she felt such wild, wonderful abandon. The loud, pulsating music, her body totally exposed in a thong, and the incredible beauty of these women.

  “Simulate!” Lee Lee shouted.

  “Simulate what?” Duchess asked Honey.

  “I wanna show, not tell,” Honey whispered. She took Duchess’ shoulders, danced with her, pressed her forehead to hers, and then eased her to the floor.

  Oh, hell no. This is about to become way too much of a public display of nasty-girl freak show.

  Duchess stood up. “I gotta go,” she said, glancing toward the door.

  I am not having sex with a girl in front of all these people.

  Especially that most hostile witness, Milan.

  “Relax,” Honey said. “I know what you thinkin’, but Duke is not about to let that connivin’ bitch touch you.” Honey ran her hands down her own body. “Plus you know I’ll take good care of you.”

  Duchess’ pussy throbbed. The way Honey’s crotch was filling out that thong, her nipples were poking through her top, and her lips were all shiny and parted, Duchess couldn’t wait to get another taste of her.

  Duchess balanced back on her elbows, her palms on the floor beside her body stretched out flat. Honey hovered over her, kneeling with each leg straddling Duchess’ hips. Her thong was wet, throbbing with plump female filling that made Celeste drip.

  The soft, round flesh of Honey’s boobs, with that flawless creamy skin. Her nipples were two hard points just inches from Duchess’ face. She was panting, her head spinning at the sensory shock and excitement of this experience. She was even more excited this time.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned, letting the opium of lust melt away all worry. She felt absolutely euphoric right now. All her fears and anxieties were gone.

  Honey bent down, rubbing her nose over Duchess’ nipple.

  Then she bit it, gently. Duchess tossed back her head, feeling her hair dance over the backs of her hands. Honey licked her neck; rubbed their boobs together. Tingles shot through her.

  Then Honey rose up, cupped her boobs, and pulled down the tank top, revealing those succulent brown cones. She stuck out her tongue, raised them up to her mouth, and licked both at once.

  “Wanna taste some more?” she whispered.

  Duchess nodded seconds before a soft, sweet nipple that smelled like sugar and tasted even more so poked through her lips. She sucked softly.

  Honey pulled her nipples out, tracing the outer edge of Victoria’s mouth with it. Then Honey rubbed her face in Duchess’ chest. She wanted to scream. This was the first woman who had ever touched her nipples. It felt so soft, so beautiful. Her face was all over Duchess’ stomach, and, pushing her back, she rubbed her face in her crotch.

  Honey’s nose rubbed against Duchess’ clit.

  “Aaahhh,” she moaned. “I looooove this.”

  Honey spread her legs, yanked the thong up so that it went between her butt cheeks and was tight against her swollen pussy.

  She thrust it up into Duchess’ face several times. The sweet-salty sc
ent made Duchess pant. She wanted to bite at that pussy.

  “Wanna see it again?” Honey purred. “I know you like it. You wanna suck on it.”

  Duchess nodded with eyes at half mast. Honey pulled the thin strip of fabric away from her pussy.

  “Yes, just as pretty as before.” Honey raised it to Duchess’ face then pulled away.

  Every cell in her body was on fire. All she wanted to do was put her mouth on that pussy. What did this mean for the mix-race woman power? Did it come out doubly strong when pressed with another woman-power source?

  “Kiss my pussy,” Honey whispered as she raised it up to her face. Duchess’ parted lips pressed into the fat flesh. It tasted sweet, like orange juice. She opened her jaws wide, slurped all over it.

  Honey moaned but then pulled away, aiming her swollen clit straight toward Duchess’ wet pussy.

  Chapter 43

  Near the door, about twenty feet from Victoria and Honey, Milan was lying on her back, on a floor mat. She had a mouth full of Lee Lee’s pussy meat. The head female B’Amazon soldier was straddling Milan’s face, grinding her pussy around her mouth.

  “That bitch is getting turned out,” Milan said as she drilled her fingers up into Lee Lee’s hole and licked at the silver ball piercing her clit. “But now we know she’s got a big weakness. She likes Honey.”

  Lee Lee moaned. “We all love Honey.”

  “I love money more,” Milan said, reaching down to rub her own hungry, aching stuff. Finally, the nausea had subsided, but her horniness had not. “I love Duke, too, and that white bitch is not about to take what’s mine. This whole supervision thing is only temporary, until Duke sees the error of his ways and puts me in my proper place.”

  “Shut up and eat my pussy,” Lee Lee ordered.

  “You know better ’n anybody,” Milan said. “Duke and I have been together since we were in diapers. He and Babylon are mine.”

  “You a crazy bitch.”

  “A damn good crazy bitch. And I am going to do whatever I have to do to keep what’s already mine and that’s Duke and Babylon.” Lee Lee pressed her knees into Milan’s ears. “I’ll squeeze if you don’t shut up and lick, bitch.”