Hardhearted

by Sherrod Tunstall

  King laughed. “Now, if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it, silly?”

  “Damn, I feel like it’s my birthday,” Swag said.

  King laughed.

  Once they got to the door, King opened it wide. The room was dark . . . until King clapped her hands. All the lights came on. The suite was painted an eggshell color. It wasn’t anything flashy, but it was nice. King led Swag into the master bedroom, where she turned on the light. Josie was sitting on the bed in a red nightie from Victoria’s Secret that she was instructed to wear. Her hair and makeup were still fresh from her birthday party. She looked over at King and Swag with confusion and shock.

  “Surprise!” King shouted.

  Swag was stunned more than anyone. He didn’t know whether to get a hard-on or be ashamed of himself.

  “Mother, what’s this?” Josie questioned with a slight smile on her face.

  King strutted over to the bed, admiring Josie’s sexy body.

  “My child, my daughter. You’re 18 now, which means you’re a woman. It’s time for you to let go of these little girl dreams. Tonight, besides all the birthday gifts you got earlier today, this is the ‘special fourth present.’ It’s your first lesson: The Art Of Seduction. Time for you to lose your virginity.”

  This wasn’t how Josie wanted to lose her virginity. She was scared, but King figured once Josie got into the groove, she would love it. To King, for Josie to rule Costa Rica and one day take over this crime world ruled by men, Josie had to learn the art of sex.

  “Josephine, baby, don’t be afraid. It’s natural, and once you get into it, I promise you’ll love it.” King kissed Josie’s hand, forehead, and lips. Josie moved her head back. She wasn’t into women. She was strictly into men.

  “Child, don’t be afraid of a woman’s touch. Your idol, Josephine Baker, was into women too. And you want to be like Josephine Baker, right?” King rubbed on Josie’s smooth legs.

  Josie breathed deeply. She felt turned-on and felt violated. King’s touch was soft and comfortable. Josie thought about her idol having a love affair with Mexican painter, Frida Kahlo.

  “Yes, I do,” Josie said softly.

  Swag’s heart pounded hard against his chest. He could barely move. He was tongue-tied.

  “Good.”

  As King and Josie shared a passionate kiss, the hump in Swag’s pants grew. He didn’t necessarily approve of this, but not too many men could stand there and watch two beautiful and sexy women indulge like this without getting hard.

  King removed the strap from Josie’s shoulder and licked her shoulder. She sucked her neck and started to massage her firm breasts. Josie pulled her head back, but she enjoyed King’s touch. Swag, however, was still in shock. He was stuck in the middle, trying to decide if this was the right move or not. At the end of the day, this girl-on-girl moment had his penis about to explode. He felt precome seeping out of the tip of his dick. He was ready to have his fun too.

  “Solomon, dear,” King said. “Please get Josie and me something to drink.” She pointed to the little minibar on the other side of the room.

  Swag nodded and went over to the minibar. The only thing over there was a crystal decanter with scotch inside of it. He poured two drinks and gave each of them a glass.

  “Thank you, Solomon,” King said, holding up her glass. Josie held hers up too. “Happy birthday, my child.”

  They clinked their glasses together.

  King took a little sip, and so did Josie, but King encouraged her to drink more. Josie gulped it down to the last sip and put the glass on the nightstand. King looked at Swag and reached out to give him her glass.

  “Solomon, babe, can you finish this up for me, please?”

  “Sure, ma.” Swag took the glass and gulped the drink down too. “Damn, that’s good stuff.”

  He put the glass beside the other one. King patted the side of the bed. “Come sit and take a load off.”

  Swag sat next to King and looked at both ladies. He could barely move. To break the ice, King leaned in to kiss him. King didn’t know about them, but she was ready to get down with the get down. King stood up and looked at her play toys for the evening.

  “So, how should we get this started?”

  She kicked off her heels and watched as Swag lay on his back. Feeling relaxed, he tucked one hand behind his head and motioned his finger for her to get on the bed.

  “Come here, ma.”

  It had been a while since King let a man take control. Usually, she was the one taking charge, but she loved his aggressiveness. She crawled on top of him, and they shared a passionate kiss as Swag’s hands went down her smooth back and squeezed her juicy booty. King ripped open his shirt and exposed his tatted chest. She played with his nipples before moving down low to lick his belly button. She was on her knees with her legs spread. They both removed his clothes, and with his hard shaft sticking straight in the air, King licked across her lips. It was beautiful in her eyes. She hadn’t seen a penis this thick, long, and hard in a long time.

  She licked the precome off the tip and then covered his shaft with her whole mouth. An arch formed in Swag’s back, and to calm himself just a little, he closed his eyes.

  At first, Josie looked on with fear and disgust in her eyes. But then, she felt a tingle in between her legs, and her nipples started to harden as King slobbered on Swag’s penis like the pro that she was. Josie crawled over to Swag and turned his head around to face her. She kissed him, the first man she’d ever really kissed, and saw fireworks when she closed her eyes. King was glad Josie had loosened up. She stopped sucking the meat off Swag’s dick and watched them kiss. She moved her body to Swag’s midsection and told Josie to remove her nightie. Josie did as she was told but left her panties on. King couldn’t wait to suck her firm breasts and roll her tongue across her flat, four-pack stomach. Something was in the way, though, so she pointed at Josie’s panties.

  “Everything off! I want you naked.”

  Josie’s panties were sticky and soaked, but she quickly slid them off and tossed them on the floor. King and Swag’s mouths watered as they looked at her cleanly shaved, virgin pussy. King was ready to pop Josie’s cherry, but she invited Swag to taste her first.

  “Perfect! Put your ass on Swag’s face and look at me.”

  Josie exposed her pink lips close to his mouth and faced King. Swag never thought in his wildest dreams he’d have a threesome with women this gorgeous. It was like a twisted dream come true. He wagged his tongue at Josie’s pussy that dripped over his mouth. He was aroused and excited about having one woman on his stomach and the other over his face. It took him a minute to gather himself, so King yelled at him.

  “Solomon, don’t just lie there. Eat!”

  Eat what? Josie thought. “There’s no food in here.”

  King laughed. “That’s what you think.”

  Swag grabbed Josie’s thighs and stuck his tongue between her tight folds. She whined and could barely stay still as his tongue traveled farther inside of her.

  “Oooh, shiiiiit,” she cried out. “What’s happening to meee?”

  King wanted to calm her, so she stuck her tongue in Josie’s mouth, silencing her moans. As they kissed, King massaged her breasts and listened to Josie come many times.

  King wondered if Swag would come up for air, but he didn’t. He continued to work his tongue magic inside of Josie while King toyed with her pink walls too. Josie was on a sexual high. Her body shook all over. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her. King was a little jealous, and as they continued to give Josie so much pleasure, she wanted to feel Swag inside of her. She waited for the right moment, though, and was willing to let Josie have it all first for her birthday.

  “Josephine, dear.” King looked at how weak her body was from all the action.

  Josie’s eyes kept rolling to the back of her head.

  “Yeaaaah,” she moaned.

  King held her hand out. “Come with me.”

  Swag�
�s tongue felt so good inside of Josie that she didn’t want to move. She mean-mugged King before getting off the bed.

  Swag lay there lost in a trance with Josie’s virgin puss juice all on his face and mouth. His dick was still as hard as a rock with even more precome on it. He was ready to feel one of these beautiful ladies.

  King and Josie gazed at Swag’s penis. “Josephine, this is my present to you. Get on Solomon’s dick.”

  “What, Mother?”

  King hated repeating herself, but she did. “Go ride that dick like a cowgirl!”

  Josie was nervous, and again, this wasn’t the way she wanted to lose her virginity. But after what Swag had done with his tongue and the way his snake looked, she appeared ready. She sat on top of him, and remembering the techniques King had shown her, she passionately kissed him. Swag could tell she was still nervous, so he pulled back his head.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this, ma?”

  Josie thought it was sweet of him to ask. She nodded, and he positioned himself between her folds. He then slid into her wet walls, and her mouth dropped wide open. She moaned and fell forward.

  “Aaaaah,” Josie groaned in both pain and pleasure.

  “Sit up and look at me,” Swag said softly. “I got you, I promise.”

  Josie sat up, and as Swag guided her hips and moved her up and down on his shaft, she started to feel at ease. Her moans and groans filled the room. It was like music to King’s ears. She was getting hot from just watching them. And it wasn’t long before she got naked for the world to see and felt ready for anything.

  As the threesome continued, Swag wanted to be in control now. He flipped Josie over, and as she ate King’s goodies, Swag thrust in and out of Josie. They all were on a sexual high—rubbing, squeezing, massaging everywhere they could—and simply couldn’t get enough of one another. Swag pounded Josie’s insides harder and harder. King massaged her breasts as they bounced around, and she and Swag kissed.

  “Yes!” King pulled away from him and shouted. “I love this!”

  King watched Swag suck her breasts while still pounding Josie and damn near ripping out her insides. She screamed and hollered his name and could no longer feast on King’s insides.

  “Fuuuuck me, Swaaag! Keep fucking meee, please!” Josie shouted.

  Yet again, King was a little envious. She didn’t want Swag to come inside of Josie, and she wanted to make sure he handed her a chance to feel the inside of her golden pussy.

  She moved away from Josie, then pushed her away. Swag’s dick slipped out of Josie, who was stuck in a sexual spell Swag had put her under. She rubbed on her nipples while looking down at her vagina. Feeling sexually abandoned, she watched King sit on Swag and push his dick inside of her. She rode him hard, just to let him know that she ran this show. Swag had no problem with that, and he welcomed her bomb-ass sex skills. Her pink walls felt like heaven. He massaged her breasts, and they both closed their eyes because the feeling was so good. Josie wanted in again, so she got on the bed behind King. She rubbed her back, massaged her shoulders and licked down her spine. King moaned and came multiple times. She turned her head slightly to the side and shared a romantic kiss with Josie. Yet again, King released her juices.

  “Ooooh, I’m . . . about to . . . come!”

  The last thing King wanted was to get pregnant. She rubbed on Swag’s sweaty chest, and right after Josie and King moved aside, he released several deep breaths and squirted sperm all over his chest, stomach, and chin. Once he was done, he planted a kiss on King, then Josie. King looked at Josie and smiled. “Once again, Happy Birthday, baby.”

  Chapter 30

  The Morning After

  The next morning, the smell of hot, sweaty sex infused the air in the master bedroom. Swag and Josie were in bed sleeping after all the energy they’d burned off.

  King was sitting in the recliner after taking a long, hot shower. She slicked her hair back into a ponytail and wore booty shorts and a black bra. A Vogue slim cigarette dangled from her mouth as she looked at Swag and Josie in dreamland. She thought of the sexual encounter she had with them. King hadn’t had a great sexual experience like that in a while. It was much needed, and it calmed her down more than anyone knew. She was definitely hooked on Swag’s dick, and she planned on keeping him around forever.

  King blew smoke from her mouth—so many memories flooded her mind. She thought about the past and present. Her mind was on the Palace, her mother, Mr. and Mrs. Santiago, and the life of King Kia Costello.

  Chapter 31

  The Tale of King Kia Costello

  San José, Costa Rica, was Central America’s hidden little treasure. It was best known for its beautiful beaches, tourist attractions, fine dining, and its beautiful people of all colors and races.

  But the one reason people came to San José was to visit the main attraction, the Palace. The Palace was located in the heart of downtown San José, run by Madam Ingram and Madam Lourd. It was the place where you could fulfill your sexual desires that you couldn’t get at home. Whatever you wanted, the girls and guys at the Palace took care of the needs of their clients. The Palace served everyone from the locals, big celebrities, and even the royals of the world. It was also the place that would be the legacy and the curse of the Costello women.

  But one day, an Afro-Costa Rican woman from the poor community of Puerto Limón outside of San José showed up. She worked for a coffee plantation and didn’t make much money. She had gone to the Palace and told the madams that her husband was dying of cancer. She wasn’t able to afford his medical bills and was tired of seeing her child go hungry. The lady took her young daughter to the city of San José and told her child there was a festival. In reality, she took her child to the Palace, hoping to get some money to take care of her husband and to pay some of the bills. She didn’t know if she would see her child again, but she knew her little girl would be in a better place, or so she thought. Once she and her child got to the Palace, Madam Ingram examined the scared little girl who was about 8 years old. She had a tan complexion, was very skinny, and long, black hair flowed down her back. Madam Ingram didn’t see where the young lady could bring any money into the Palace, and she wanted them both to go away. But Madam Lourd saw that the little girl was scared and hungry. She smiled at the child and asked her name. The little girl looked over at Madam Lourd and then her mother. Her mother nodded.

  “Kiara . . . Kiara Costello,” Lila said.

  Lila felt more comfortable with Madam Lourd than Madam Ingram.

  Madam Lourd smiled at Kiara. “Are you hungry?”

  Kiara nodded.

  “Come with me.”

  Madam Lourd held out her hand to Kiara, who smiled and took Madam Lourd’s hand, and they went into the living room. The mother looked at her child’s back and cried, but Ingram slapped the shit out of the woman.

  “She’s ours now. So take the money and get out of this house.” Ingram only gave the woman ten mil Colones (only US twenty dollars). The woman knew this wasn’t enough to pay bills or her husband’s medical expenses. She begged for more money or her child back. Ingram told her that her child was theirs and had her goons throw the woman out.

  After several weeks in the Palace, Kiara still wasn’t ready for clients, so she was reduced to the status of a servant. If any of the escorts had children, at a certain age, they all became servants until Madam Ingram or Madam Lourd saw the potential as an escort. Ingram nitpicked at Kiara the most out of all the kids. She made her work harder and gave her shit jobs around the Palace, such as cleaning the outside stairs. Ingram always threatened to kick her out of the Palace if she didn’t do what she was supposed to do. Kiara wanted to run home to her family but always decided against it. She didn’t want to go back to starving or living in their shack that was on the brink of collapsing.

  As if things couldn’t get any worse for Kiara, she had gotten the news that her father had died, and her mother killed herself. Alone in the world, she had no one to turn to.
The one person she had to console her was Madam Lourd. Madam Lourd gifted Kiara by telling her she was no longer a servant. She was going to put her in school to be an elegant and sexy escort. Ingram didn’t want Kiara to be an escort for the Palace because she knew that one day, Kiara would have great beauty, and buyers from all over would want her. They would take her away from the Palace, and Ingram couldn’t let that happen. In her mind, if she couldn’t leave, neither could Kiara.

  After a few years, Kiara had grown into a radiant vision of beauty. By her fifteenth birthday, she filled out nicely and was no longer a stick. Also, she was done with all her training, so on her fifteenth birthday, Ingram thought it was time for Kiara to lose her virginity and make her damaged goods to future buyers. Without the approval of her partner, Ingram sold Kiara’s virginity to a Russian grand duke, Ivan Vasiliev. He wasn’t a handsome man, but the two things that looked beautiful on him were his green eyes and blond hair. He was also known for his rape fetish—he loved to see young girls in pain. He didn’t want to use condoms because he wanted to feel the girls. That was another reason why Ingram wanted Kiara with him, so he could destroy her innocence and maybe her beauty. She even locked the door so Kiara wouldn’t try to get out and run to save herself. It was the worst sexual experience for Kiara.

  In the end, Madam Lourd cleaned her up, and even though Ivan raped Kiara, she managed to rip some of his blond hair out of his head. She was glad Kiara’s face didn’t get messed up, which pissed off Ingram. Once Kiara’s wounds were healed, Madam Lourd noticed that Kiara vomited a lot. Kiara learned that she was three months pregnant. Once she found out she was expecting, she didn’t want an abortion. She now believed she had something to live for, and she told herself that she was going to save up enough money for her and her baby to leave. The plan was to get out of this bad situation and away from Ingram. Within a few months, and with the help of Madam Lourd, Kiara gave birth to a healthy baby girl she named Ivy Marie Costello. Ivy had changed her whole world. Kiara didn’t see her child as a rape baby. In her eyes, Ivy was a blessing, and she was determined to be the best mother she could be.