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Chapter 3

Mz. Chocolate

After King took a sip of her drink and gave Swag the “I wanna fuck you” eyes, she put her glass down. Then she clapped her hands with a smile on her face. “Come on, everyone. Enough of the drama and sad love song shit.” She waved for her topless girls to go over to the guys. The fellas were in paradise with tits and ass in their faces—something they had missed for the last several weeks.

One thing about King, she had some of the baddest chicks from black, Asian, exotic—all shapes and sizes. She did an excellent job of selecting girls because the guys’ jocks were getting hard like bricks. She knew these men didn’t judge, especially since it was the first group of women they’d seen in a while. Sexual frustration was heating up the room.

King looked over at Swag, who was having a good time with a five-foot-two chocolate chick with a booty that Swag was having the best time smacking the shit out of while his face was between her big breasts. King couldn’t lie. She was getting a little bit jealous. She had no idea why Swag was making her feel things that she hadn’t felt in years. In her eyes, the trick that was dancing all on Swag was doing her thing like back when she was a stripper in a Las Vegas strip club scene where King had found her. She was popping that punany and grinding her ass while going to work on Swag.

Damn, she on him like he was one of them old big spenders she fucked with back in Vegas. Get it, ma, thought King.

The expression on Swag’s face showed he was aroused and ready to bang the shit out of the chick.

God, I wish that were me, thought King, whose hormones were raging.

She seductively played with the strap of her teddy while avoiding her breasts. But watching this chick dance and grind on his wood was making her nipples hard. And when the chick ripped up Swag’s shirt, King was in shock. His body was like a sexy Adonis—muscular and tatted. One glimpse got her pussy dripping wet.

In her mind, if the next man or woman asked her if she wanted to fuck, she’d do them right there on the table. King was just so damn horny that she started to sweat.

Paco sat back while looking down at her long legs. He could see her sweet juices running down them. He grinned, knowing that this was his time to put it on her. Hell, his goal was to be the real right-hand man in all things. He side-eyed Swag. There is no way in hell I’m going to let this pretty boy nigger fuck up my plans with King.

He got up and wrapped his arms around King’s waist while rubbing his hard manhood up against her big ass.

“Aah,” King moaned while guiding Paco’s arms toward her titties. She leaned against him with her head on his shoulder and started groaning while grinding on his wood.

Her aggressiveness turned Paco on as he pushed her titties together and massaged them. He whispered in her ear, “How about we take this upstairs?” Before she could answer, he lowered his hand into her panties to feel her wetness. His index and middle fingers pushed into her folds and made her even wetter. Closing her eyes, King quivered and coated his fingers with her come. “Aah . . . Ooh . . .”

I got her where I want her, thought Paco as he licked her earlobe. “How about it, King? Let a real man beat that shit up real good.”

She opened her eyes and smiled. “You think you can handle this sweet punany, papi?”

“Hell yeah, mami. This dick is like Nyquil. It’ll put you to sleep.”

“Okay, here’s your chance.” She reached for his hand and led him upstairs. But before they reached their destination, King looked back to glance at Swag. While Paco is screwing me, I’ll see your face and pretend Paco’s shaft is yours. Just thinking about Swag pounding her over and over again made her even moister. She couldn’t believe, nor could she understand her immediate attraction to Swag. There was something about him that made her clit throb. She needed a stiff tongue or dick inside of her before she killed every last person on the ship. She looked at Paco.

“What are you waiting for, papi? You said you could handle my honeypot. Come on, show me what you’re workin’ with.”

To Paco, she’d said nothing but a word. He picked her up and carried her up the stairs. He damn sure didn’t want her to look back at Swag’s ass again, and after he handled his business with King, he truly thought she’d forget all about Swag.

* * *

Swag, the fellas, and Paco’s men were having the best time of their lives with the girls. King knew how to treat a man like a prince. The chick dancing on Swag was working what she had. And she had plenty of ass and titties but in a good way. Swag looked up at her. She was the sexiest chocolate woman he’d ever seen. He didn’t know her name, so in his mind, he was going to call her Mz. Chocolate. She had slanted hazel eyes, a bunny nose, heart-shaped lips, and high cheekbones like an Indian. Her hair was in long, black microbraids. Plus, baby was wearing a pink bikini showing off her well put together Jessica Rabbit shape. She had thick, toned-up thighs and a big ass for days that he loved smacking. Like LL Cool J used the say, “You juggling, baby.” Swag could tell this chick worked at a strip club wherever she was from, ’cause the way she was throwing them hips and ass back and forth, she must have been the club’s headliner. But her best feature that Swag loved was her 34DDs that he couldn’t keep his face out of. Mz. Chocolate was doing a damn good job, and she’d made his dick hard as a rock. Swag was ready to put it on her once he felt the precome rising to his head. Mz. Chocolate was ready too. She reached for his hand so they could go elsewhere.

“Cum pon, love, let mi tek yuh to yuh room,” Mz. Chocolate said in her thick Jamaican accent. She led him upstairs and into a bedroom that looked like a high-class studio apartment. The room had an urban vibe to it with black and gray furniture.

Swag closed the door behind them, and they proceeded to the bed, where Mz. Chocolate pushed him down and leaped on top of him like a leopard attacking her prey. They kissed lustfully, and their tongues wrestled vigorously. For Swag, it felt good to feel a woman’s body next to his. He rubbed his hands on her back until he gripped her thick peach ass and caressed it tenderly.

Mz. Chocolate could feel his hard penis pressing against her, and she wanted to give him something he could feel. She lowered herself and held his manhood in her hands. “Damn, baby, yuh shit looks gud. Plus, yuh get one of dem mushroom heads mi like. Damn, mi hope yuh hood taste as gud as it looks,” she giggled.

“Ha ha ha,” said Swag sarcastically. “I hope you can suck a dude off as good as you kiss.”

Mz. Chocolate smiled . . . and delivered. She wasn’t King’s best girl for nothing, but even she knew the boss had a thing for Swag that would cause all hell to break loose sooner rather than later. That night, however, Swag was all hers.