Primal: Part One (8 page)

Sarah nodded eagerly.  Jovan let go of her head as she scooted forward.  He backed away and allowed her to slide off the bed.  She went straight to her knees and reached to undo his belt.  Again Jovan’s eyes found Beth.

“Don’t look at me!” she snapped.  “I’m not sucking it.  You’re disgusting.”

What the fuck
?  He wasn’t sure how to respond to any of this. 
Disgusting
?  He didn’t think a woman had ever called him that, not in the bedroom, at least.  He looked down again as Sarah unbuckled his pants.  He reached to pull the zipper.  She slid his jeans down his legs and marveled at the bulge in his boxers.

She wrapped her hand around it and told her wife, “Oh, baby,
he’s so big
!”

“I see,” Beth replied.  “And you wanna suck it, don’t you?”

Sarah nodded as she squeezed and caressed him.  “I do.  I’m sorry.”

Jovan didn’t think she was genuinely apologetic.  If so, it didn’t dull her excitement.

“Here.”  Beth tossed a condom at them.

Sarah let go of him and scooped it up off the carpet.

“Can I take my pants off?” Jovan asked.  He didn’t like the idea of his jeans restraining him at the ankles.  There was still a chance he might have to make a speedy getaway.

“Yes,” Sarah replied.  “Let me help you with your shoes.”

She pulled off his loafers and assisted as he stepped out of his pants.  Jovan was aware of where his money was as she set them aside.  Even if there was a fire, he’d make sure to grab his pants before he ran out of there.

Sarah’s eyes were glued to his erection as she pulled his boxers off.  She was clearly impressed.

“
Ooh, thank you, baby
.”

Jovan thought she was speaking to him, but Beth replied, “It’s not too big?”

Sarah quickly shook her head.  “No.  I like it big.”

She gripped him again.  The feel of her soft hand on his hot flesh made him pulsate in her fist.

“I can’t believe you want that thing inside you,” Beth said.  “You’re just as disgusting as he is.”

“I’m sorry,” Sarah replied.

Jovan noticed her trying to hide a smile as she let go of him and tore open the condom.  He thought he was past the point of being surprised by anything these women said or did, but their banter made him feel like he’d walked into the Twilight Zone.  Did people like this really exist; a man-hating lesbian who would purchase a prostitute for her dick-loving wife?  As experienced as he was, he never would’ve imagined it.

He was fully erect when Sarah demurely slid the condom on.  He didn’t realize how badly he wanted to penetrate her until she hesitated and looked nervously at her wife.  Beth shook her head, her brow furrowed.

“Well, suck it, then.  What are you waiting for?”

“Nothing.  I…”

The hell with this
, Jovan thought.  He didn’t care which one, but
someone
needed to start sucking.  He reached and grabbed the back of her head again.

Sarah managed to get out a surprised, “
Oh
,” before he pulled her face into his lap.  He pushed his hips forward at the same moment, and his meat slid deeply into her mouth.  Her eyes were wide as she stared up at him, but her lips were still curved into a smile.

“Yes, shut her up,” Beth said.  “That’s what you wanted, right, Sarah?  You wanted him to shove his cock in your mouth…”

“
Mmm hmm,
” the redhead hummed and tried to nod.

Jovan gripped her hair harder.  He worked her head back and forth until she took over and began to do it herself.  Within twenty seconds he decided she wasn’t the best when it came to fellatio.  But the bizarre circumstances increased his excitement tenfold.

He grabbed her head with both hands and pumped his hips deeper.  Her mouth wasn’t big enough to take in more than half of him, but he kept pushing, wondering how far she could go before gagging.  Amazingly, she never reached that point.  Even when he shoved in deeply enough to see a bulge in her throat, Sarah never complained.  It was as if she had no gag-reflex.  She was a champion deep-throater.

“You like that?” Beth questioned.  “He’s fucking your face; treating you like a whore.  You like that big, black dick all the way down your throat, don’t you?”

“
Um, um, umm hmmm
,” Sarah moaned around his shaft.

Jovan took that as an invitation to go deeper.  He was surprised when ¾ of his dick disappeared past her lips and she still didn’t complain.  Due to his girth, her mouth appeared to be open to the widest point.  He wondered how the hell this was possible.

She backed off for a second and began to lick his shaft.  Jovan was glad for the change of pace, because he was about to cum.  He didn’t think it would be a problem, as long as he was able to go again.  But he didn’t want to reach a climax so quickly.  They might realize he was some random Joe, rather than the experienced male-escort they thought they had purchased.

Beth told him, “You should cum on her face.”

Jovan didn’t expect that at all, given the heightened sexual awareness in the country, especially in a place like Vegas.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Beth sneered.  “You want him to cum in your face.  You’d drink it, wouldn’t you?”

“
Yes
,” Sarah panted between licks.

“I know you would,” Beth growled.  “You’re a dirty bitch.”

“I am,” Sarah agreed.

She gobbled him down again, and Jovan moaned with pleasure.  He dug his toes in the carpet as his orgasm gained momentum.  He wanted to yank the condom off and ejaculate in the redhead’s face.  He wanted it so badly, he could picture it as he stared down at her.  He hadn’t came in over a week, so it would be a good load.  He imagined painting her.  He could see it drizzling down her face, between her eyes.

He was foolish enough to tell them, “I’m clean.”  It was the truth, but Beth wasn’t having it.

“You’re not cumming in my wife’s face, you asshole!  But I should let you fuck her in the ass, just because she’s such a filthy whore.  You’d like that too, wouldn’t you,” she asked Sarah.

The redhead nodded, while maintaining suction on the dick she purchased.  “
Mmm hmmm
.”

“Come here,” Beth snapped.  “Let me take your dress off.  I hope he fucks you so hard your pussy is swollen for a week.  Maybe that’ll teach you.”

Sarah unlatched obediently and backed away from Jovan.  She tried to hide her delight as she stood and approached her wife.  Beth rose to her feet.  Sarah turned her back to her, so she could unzip her dress.  With her wife preoccupied, Sarah was free to smile wickedly at Jovan.  She winked at him.

He didn’t know what the signal meant, but he assumed things were going exactly as she planned.  If so, he was happy to play his part.  He was ecstatic, even.

● ● ● ● ● ●

The rest of their hour passed quickly, much too quickly, in Jovan’s opinion.  Beth undressed her wife, and Sarah crawled across the bed, totally nude.  Jovan approached her from behind and was pleased to find her kitty was gushing.  And yes, the carpet did match the drapes.

He took her from behind while Beth continued to berate them both.  Sarah may have preferred the company of women, but she was by no means a stranger to men.  Jovan was able to squeeze his whole dick inside her.  Her pussy was hot and welcoming.  He stroked slowly at first, but that wasn’t what either of his customers wanted.

“Fuck her hard!” Beth commanded.  “I want to hear that ass clapping!”

Jovan did as instructed.  Soon the bedroom was filled with the smacking sound of his hard thrusts.  Sarah began to scream like a banshee, which was another huge turn-on for him.  She buried her face in the pillows and gripped the sheets until her fingertips were white.

Jovan tried to hold it together, but as he stared down at her pink ass and watched his dick disappear between her labia, he wished he had taken his own advice and rubbed one out before coming to their room.

He was forced to tell them, “I can’t go this hard without cumming.”

“
She better cum first
!” Beth shrieked.  “And you’d better be able to go again.  We still have forty minutes.”

“Alright, that’s fine,” Jovan panted.  He tried to get his mind and his eyes off Sarah’s inviting asshole.  He didn’t know if Beth was serious about him penetrating that opening, but he was down for it if they were.

He was grateful when the squeals in the room began to sound like someone was being murdered.  Sarah’s ass was fiery red from the pounding.  Her thighs began to tremble as her climax rolled through her.  Her walls clamped down on him and sucked him in deeper.  She arched her back and hiked her ass up higher.  She began to throw her hips back at the same speed of his strokes.

“Aw shit,” Jovan muttered.  He reached and grabbed a handful of red hair, praying he would outlast her.  He yanked her head back so hard, she was nearly staring at the ceiling.

“Are you cumming?” Beth asked her.  “Are you gonna cum all over that black dick?”

“
Ahh
!” Sarah screamed.  “
Yes!  Yes
! 
I’m cumming
!”

Jovan pushed deeper and harder.  He felt an enormous shudder roll down her whole body.  He forced himself to hold it in for a little while longer as her orgasm peaked, causing her to squirm and crumble beneath him.  She began to purr softly as her climax gradually zapped her strength to the point that she lay flat on her stomach.

Jovan followed her down and pumped slower, allowing her orgasm to run its full course.  When her moans softened, and he was sure she was in the midst of an exquisite afterglow, he spilled his own seed.

He didn’t think either of them noticed, but Beth said, “He’s cumming in you now.  Are you happy?  This is what you wanted, right?”

“
Oh, yes
,” Sarah whispered.  She closed her eyes and smiled as he pulsated inside her.

“You’re disgusting,” Beth said.  “And you’re not falling asleep on me.  You’re gonna get fucked some more.  And you’re not gonna ask me for dick again for at least four months.  Do you hear me?”

“Oh,
yes
,” Sarah whispered.

“You,” Beth said to Jovan, “stop laying there like you’re in love.  You get paid by the hour, so stop wasting my time.  Go wash up and come back.  And you better still be hard.”

Jovan was trying to enjoy his own afterglow, but the mean lady was right.  This was business not pleasure.  He crawled off the bed and went to wash up.  He was so eager to see what other tricks the redhead had in store for him, he was still rock hard when he returned to the bedroom.

● ● ● ● ● ●

Forty minutes later Sarah lay used, abused and completely satisfied on the soiled hotel sheets.  She didn’t speak or open her eyes as Jovan got dressed.  He thought she was asleep, but he didn’t think an unconscious person could hold a smile on their face.

Beth followed him when he left the bedroom.  In the front room, she asked for his phone number.

“We only come here three or four times a year,” she explained.  “If you’re available on our next trip, Sarah would like to see you again.”

She didn’t seem like the same witch who had been yelling at them for the past hour.

Jovan commented, “I thought you didn’t like me?”

Beth smiled.  His eyes widened.  He didn’t think her lips ever curved that way.

“It’s just a game we play,” she revealed.  “I don’t like the idea of my wife liking dick, but I knew who she was when I married her. 
I
don’t ever want to be with a man, but I won’t deprive her.  As far as my language, she gets more excited when I tell her how disgusting men are, and frankly, so do I.  Next time, I would like to touch myself, while you screw her.”

Wow
, Jovan thought.  This may not be the absolute freakiest couple he’d ever met, but they were certainly in the top five.  He gave Beth his number.  He doubted if he’d be in Vegas when they returned, but Sarah might be worth the trip, especially if he could get them to pay his airfare.

CHAPTER EIGHT

THE FINAL CHAPTER

BONAFIDE

And

As I lay

Thinking of him

His eyes, his smile

His musk, his skin

And my thighs spread

A river flows

I moan

He hears me

He comes to feel me

Taste me

Take me

Jovan chuckled as he completed his erotic story.  “That’s crazy, right?”

Crazy
was one of the things going through Monica’s head as she listened to him.  But
hot
was probably at the top of her list.  It wasn’t just his story; she felt physically heated as well.  It was mid fall.  She had the front windows rolled down on her Yukon, but there was no breeze.  It was 81 degrees outside but felt like 105 degrees in her car.  She reached to start the engine as she held the button to make the windows rise.

Jovan said, “You hot?”

“It’s not hot to you?”

He shrugged.  “A little.”  He looked out upon the mostly empty parking lot at the I HOP.

He didn’t appear self-conscious about anything he told her, but Monica felt a thin coat of sweat on her face.  She was too embarrassed to wipe it off.  Even the bright lights from the restaurant’s marquee seemed to beam more heat their way.

“Luke says I’m a bonafide prostitute now,” Jovan reported.

Monica knew his brother.  Luke went to Finley High with them.

“No, not necessarily,” she said, hoping to keep him from noticing how off-kilter she was.  “You, you only did it one time.”

“Yeah, but it’s like I said…”  He looked into her eyes.  “I feel like my whole life has been leading up to this.  Every experience I’ve ever had with a woman played a part in what happened at that hotel.”

Monica wondered if his experiences with her were included in that comment.  She doubted it, since they never made love.  Plus he said “women,” and she considered herself a
girl
back then.

“But why me?” she wondered.  “Why’d you come to me with this?”

“I think I was meant to see you at the mixer.”  He was animated.  His eyes were on fire.  “I believe in fate.  My Vegas trip was two weeks ago.  Since then I’ve been trying to figure things out, to see if I could pull this off.  I knew I was missing something, and now I realize what it is: 
A manager
.  You’re what I need to make this work.”

“It sounds like you’ve already been successful with it,” she noted.  “Why don’t you just get a license in Vegas and go for it.  You don’t need me.”

“But that’s the thing.  I can’t move to Vegas.  I got my mom here.  My brother and them, they need me.”

“Oh, how is your mom?” Monica asked.  She hoped she didn’t look surprised to hear the woman was still alive.

Jovan’s mother suffered from sickle cell.  She’d been defying the odds all her life.  Not only did she marry and deliver two healthy boys, but she didn’t pass her blood disorder down to either of them.  Jovan was 38, so Monica knew his mother had to be going on sixty.  It was uncommon for someone with sickle cell to live much longer than that.

“She’s good,” he said.  “She’ll be alright.  You know my mama’s strong.”

He lost a bit of energy at that moment, which meant his prognosis was probably more hopeful than accurate.  Monica didn’t want to sour the mood, so she didn’t ask for details.

“So you want to be a working escort in Overbrook Meadows?”

“Yeah.”  He nodded.  “I went on that Backpage website when we got home.  There are a lot of escorts on there.  You can narrow it down by city, male or female.  I was gonna create my own page, but I don’t know how it works; how the girls avoid getting arrested for that.  I mean, it seems so wide open.  I’m wondering why a cop can’t go on there and set up a meet.  It would be an easy bust, right?”

“Yeah…”  Monica thought for a second.  “But they have some kind of special arrangement when it comes to payment.  I don’t know how they do it, but I know a few girls on there.”

“No shit?”

She nodded.  “Sometimes I bring strippers to the clubs I work for.  They’re on Backpage.  Some of them are.”

Jovan smiled.  “So you know about it?  See, that’s what I’m talking about.  You already got more knowledge than me.  You gotta help me with this. We can start from the ground up.  I think we can make a whole lotta money.  I mean, I don’t know if I can get a thousand a night
every night
.  But if I do, you’d get fifteen percent.  That’s worth it, right?”

“First of all, I’d get
twenty-five percent
,” she corrected him.  “And what–”

“Twenty-five?  That’s not–”

“I charge my regular clients twenty,” she informed him.  “But this isn’t regular, Jovan.  This is illegal.  I don’t wanna end up going to jail for you.  I got a daughter.  I can’t – I can’t take that risk.”

“Okay,” he agreed.  “Twenty-five.  So you’ll think about it?”

The money did sound tempting.  Even though she was against the idea, her mind was always working; trying to figure a way to turn a dollar into twenty.  She could send Jovan to a bachelorette party for five hundred bucks and charge five hundred more for every woman there who wanted to sleep with him.  He was thinking small, if he didn’t think he could pull in a thousand a night.

But this was a crazy idea.  She shouldn’t get involved.

“Tell me what you think I can do for you.”

“Help me set up my Backpage account,” he said.  “Find out how the girls operate without getting arrested.  Screen my clients and send business my way.  Help me stack some money, so we can both retire.  That’s it.”

Her eyes widened. “That’s it?  Jovan, that’s a lot.  I’m pretty sure that would make me, I don’t know, your
pimp
or something.”

He laughed.  “Nah.  A
madame
, maybe, but not a pimp.”

“I’m serious.”

“I am too, Monica.  You know you’d be good at this.  You got hookups with the clubs.  You already know some escorts.  Promoting is what you do.  How hard would it be to find women who wanna sleep with me?  I’m not saying I’m all that, but, you know…”

She thought his attempt at humility was cute.  Jovan was all that, and he knew it.  But this could be trouble.  She was doing just fine with her current projects.  She made enough to pay the bills – almost every month.  She had too much on her plate.  And while some of the things she currently did at work were a tad bit illegal, pimping an ex-boyfriend would take it to another level – not to mention the overall
weirdness
of it all.

“I’ll think about it,” she told him.

He grinned as if she’d accepted his offer.  “Cool.  That’s a start.  Here…”  He pulled his wallet from his pocket and produced an old business card.  “From when I was modeling,” he explained as he handed it to her.

Monica took it, but she didn’t think she would call.  It was great seeing him again.  But she thought their time together would’ve been better spent if they had simply hooked up for the night and continued on their separate ways.  She didn’t need to have the story of him, Beth and Sarah stuck in her head.

He opened the door and gave her another sweet smile before stepping out into the night.

● ● ● ● ● ●

When she got home, Monica deposited her purse and keys on the kitchen counter.  She felt exhausted, but her mind was racing.  During the ride home she thought of all the practical reasons she shouldn’t entertain Jovan or his kinky request.  Once she had a nice-sized list, she considered all of the reasons she
should
get involved and only came up with one:  Money.

For all she knew Jovan might blow up and become the next Magic Mike.  If she got in on the ground floor, her 25% commission might actually retire her.  Even if he didn’t reach superstar status, she could always use a little extra money on the side.  All she would have to do was point horny women in his direction.  Why was that even illegal?  She didn’t think it should be.

She kicked her heels off in the living room.  Her little piggies immediately sang a chorus of thanks.  It felt great to be home.  She stepped quietly on her carpeted floors.  She kept the lights off, hoping not to awaken either of her sleeping beauties.

She stopped by her sister’s room first.  Anita was snug in her sheets, snoring softly.  Monica found her daughter in the same state of slumber in the next room.  She pulled the sheets up to her shoulders and gave her a kiss on the cheek.  The princess didn’t stir.

It was almost four a.m. when she entered her room.  Monica was so weary, she could’ve dove into bed fully clothed.  But she always felt like she needed a bath when she left the clubs.  Tonight Jovan’s sensual narrative made her feel extra dirty.

Ten minutes later she left the steamy shower and crawled into bed wearing a nightgown and panties.  She thought about her ex-boyfriend while she bathed.  He was still the only thing on her mind.  She imagined how he must have looked in Vegas, when the redhead sucked his chest, and her wife rebuked them both.  She couldn’t get over the idea of him punishing Sarah’s pussy while Beth watched and gave instruction.  He said his dick was big.  Monica had never seen it, but she could imagine.

She was frustrated when she couldn’t fall asleep immediately.  She sighed when one of her hands slipped into her panties, but she couldn’t fault herself for being aroused.  What woman wouldn’t feel something if a man as fine as Jovan looked them in the eyes and told a story like that?

Monica stole glimpses at his lap multiple times while they sat in her car.  She wondered if the story was making him hard, because it was certainly making her clit swell.  But she never saw a bulge in his jeans.  In retrospect, that was a good thing.  She may have accidentally reached for it.  Who knows what would’ve happened then?

She massaged her kitty, noticing how slick things were down there.  She didn’t think she’d be able to sleep in that condition, so she allowed her body to comfort itself.  Her fingers knew her like no other.  They found her bulbous clit and soothed it with slow strokes, just the right amount of friction.  She considered retrieving a toy, something as big as she imagined Jovan was, but she moved them out of her nightstand last month, and she didn’t want to get out of bed.

But tonight, she had something better than a sex toy.  She had fresh memories – of Jovan.  She saw his face behind her closed eyelids.  She felt his hair falling into her face as he hovered over her.  She felt his heat.  She could almost feel his dick as he penetrated her, spreading her walls to the point that it hurt.

He was gentle with her, but he was demanding.  He needed all of her.  Monica began to squirm on the mattress as the sweet stroke of her fingers increased speed.  Her pulse steadily quickened.  Her mouth hung open.  Her teeth glistened in the slight lamplight that penetrated her window shades.

The muscles in her thighs spasmed as her climax tore through her.  Jovan was so good, she had to clamp her free hand over her mouth to keep from moaning aloud when she came.  He continued to pound her box relentlessly as a flood of sensation rolled down her body, crashing into her clitoris with the force of a tsunami.  She bucked her hips, and her fingers moved faster.  More friction, hot and slick.  She planted her heels on the mattress, lifting her body towards him as her orgasm split in two, each one just as powerful and pleasing.

She wasn’t sure how long it lasted.  When the electricity finally began to fade, and her ass sank back into the mattress, she felt totally depleted.  Her breaths were soft but ragged.  Her heartbeats were audible.  Sweat glistened between her breasts.  She squeezed her thighs closed over her hand and rolled slowly to her side.  The tide from the tsunami receded, making her feel like she was set adrift on a small canoe.  She was in a lazy river.  The flow was smooth and relaxing.

Damn him
.

She felt like she needed another shower.

Things would’ve been so much better if they had simply fucked tonight and gone their separate ways.  She didn’t want to have to think about Jovan again tomorrow…

KEITH THOMAS WALKER

Author’s note
:  Thank you for reading my new book!  I hope you enjoyed the first installment of the
Primal
series.  Please continue reading the first two chapters of
One on One
…