Filthy for the Night (For The Night #3) (2 page)

‘Chardonnay, I really have
to go and get ready. You know it’s my night with Logan, he promised me that he
has something really special planned for me.’

‘You’re so lucky. How do you get away with it,
Yas?’ she sighed. ‘Tom sticks a finger up my pussy when he comes home, after
even a night away, to see if I’ve been stretched, then sniffs all my knickers
in the laundry basket for even a whiff of another man’s come.’

‘Eoin may be one of the best footballers this
country’s ever seen babe, but he’s a dipshit when it comes to all other things.
When they were handing out brain cells, he wasn’t even last in line, he didn’t realise
that there was a bloody line.’

‘Stop,’ she laughed. ‘I still dream about that one
night I had with Logan when they were playing in Brazil. It had been nearly a
week and Tom still knew that my pussy didn’t feel right. Thank God he didn’t
look at my arse, I’d have won a gaping contest for weeks after that screw.’

‘He’s pretty damn good, isn’t he?’ I sighed.

‘Tom?’

‘No! Logan, you dozy cow. Why the hell couldn’t I
have married him, instead of shit for brains?’

‘You wouldn’t be super wealthy Yas and you do like
your money.’

‘I do,’ I grinned to myself. ‘Even if Logan had an
identical twin, but with a cock an extra inch longer, I think I’d still prefer
to have Eoin’s money. I get to have that every day and Logan’s big cock whenever
I want to pay for it.’

‘You get to have your cock and eat it,’ Chardonnay
giggled.

‘More than one tonight I hope,’ I sighed as I
wondered what Logan had come up with to fulfil my brief.

‘I can’t believe you’re going for all out filthy
for the night.’

‘I can’t believe you’re still with Mr. Stamina on
the field but not in the sack,’ I retorted.

‘He’s not
that
bad,’ she protested.

‘Please, that time I had a threesome with you both,
he came faster than you did the first time I went down on you, and you’d have
probably set a world record for squirting.’

‘We should do that again. I really liked that.’

‘Well right now I have Logan to do. Maybe if I’m
still feeling horny tomorrow I’ll come over. A bit of girl girl may take my
mind off how much I’ll miss Logan again when he’s gone.’

‘O do babe, fingering myself has never felt the
same since your tongue. And it would be so much better without our husbands and
their tiny cocks getting in the way.’

‘You’re right, it would,’ I smiled down the phone.
‘See you, Char.’

‘See you, Yas. Say hi to
the man
for me.’

‘Will do.’ I hung up before she had another chance
to distract me. Much as Chardonnay’s fat succulent pussy had enthralled me, and
with how good a woman going down on me could feel, Logan was in a complete
league of his own. And tonight I was in the mood for some decent cock. Or two,
or three, or … I shivered in delight at the thought he may have even organised
four.

I oiled my toned and beautifully spray tanned body
up, and gave my silicone 36-E breasts a squeeze, one of the many perks of being
with a man with money. I’d had my lines filled with Botox in preparation for
tonight, along with a little lip filler. Even at thirty-two, I still looked
damn good for my age and I planned on keeping on top of that. I’d had my
hairdresser over earlier to put a temporary brunette dye on, to disguise my
bleached blonde locks. Even though I’d instructed Logan that we had to be
discrete with whatever he had planned, I wasn’t taking the chance of someone
recognising me. I slipped in some natural brown contact lenses, to disguise my
light green eyes and applied my usual fake lashes and lip liner to plump up my
lips even more. I smiled at myself in the mirror, I doubted even Eoin or my own
mother would recognise me. I checked my long acrylic French tipped square
nails, set with jewels, which I’d had the therapist come and do freshly for me
this morning, along with a new red vajazzle saying “Hungry” which I thought
Logan may appreciate. I looked around as there was a knock on the door.

‘Mrs. Taylor, I have some packages here for you.’

‘Bring them in,’ I called and noticed a
hesitation.

‘Are you … are you decent this time? Mr. Taylor
wasn’t happy to find out that you were naked last time you called me in.’

‘O for goodness sake, Kevin,’ I sighed as I strode
over and flung the master suite door open. ‘As you’ve seen me naked more than
once, it’s not going to kill you to see me naked again is it?’

‘Mrs. Taylor, really, I’d prefer you put on a
dressing gown,’ Eoin’s personal assistant spluttered as he looked up at the
ceiling.

‘What’s the matter, Kevin? You weren’t so
embarrassed when I was fucking you last week. In fact, you couldn’t get enough
of my naked body.’

‘You … you …
seduced me
, Mrs. Taylor. You
blackmailed me and didn’t give me a choice.’

‘And what a let-down you were Kevin, with that
tiny cock of yours. Just remember how upset Eoin will be if I’m forced to tell
him that you made me have sex with you, which I’ll do if you let slip about my
other dalliances.’

‘I promised you, Mrs. Taylor,’ he nodded
vigorously. ‘I don’t want to lose my job.’

‘Excellent, then keep your lips sealed and he
never needs to know does he,’ I retorted as I snatched the parcels off him.
‘Shut the door for me will you,’ I called over my shoulder as I laid out the
packages on the bed and excitedly opened them. I felt my pussy clench as I saw
the cheap looking black and red see through peep hole bra, crotchless knickers,
suspender belt, and fishnet stockings Logan had sent over. He’d also sent over
a pair of patent red high platform shoes and a short black mac with a waist
belt. I loved my money and fine fancy lingerie, but sometimes I just yearned to
be treated like a dirty bitch. I rolled my eyes as I shivered again with
anticipation as I read the hand written card.

You’d better be creaming yourself right now
Yasmin, because that hole in your knickers is going to be abused nearly as much
as that tight little cunt of yours. Get ready, I’m coming. L

‘I’m always ready when it comes to you, Logan,’ I
giggled and quickly dressed in the new attire, my excitement levels off the
charts.

I sat cross legged in one of the Louis XVIth
chairs in the cavernous reception hall as I tapped my nails on the wooden arm
waiting for the bell to ring and leapt to my feet when it did, nearly spraining
an ankle in my rush to open it.

‘Logan,’ I sighed as I flung the door open, to see
him casually leaning on one of the stone pillars outside, his ankles crossed
and hands in his pockets looking so handsome.

‘Yasmin, as beautiful as ever,’ he smiled as he
straightened up, stepped forward and kissed my cheek, leaving me giddy. ‘Shall
we? We have quite the night ahead of us.’

‘Excellent,’ I giggled and let him lead me to the
blacked out Merc. I just knew that this was going to be a night I’d never
forget.

Logan

I helped her into the back
seat of the Merc and rolled my eyes while she was busy settling herself in. She
looked worse each time I saw her, what the hell made an attractive girl like
her do that to herself? I decided that this was going to be my last appointment
with her, it was going to be a chore to get it up tonight looking at her
looking like that. Even the fucking house was just as over the top with damn
columns and pedestals with lions balanced on top guarding the oversized front
door. It looked like a cheap attempt at a cross between the Temple of Luxor and
some Roman palace. Money certainly didn’t buy taste. I slid in next to her and
turned to face her with a forced smile.

‘You look simply breath taking tonight. I wouldn’t
have recognised you in the street.’

‘Thank you,’ she smiled, not realising I was
faking it. ‘I’m in disguise, just in case.’

‘I’m sure no one will recognise you and even if
they do, I can assure you that doing what we’re about to do for the evening, no
one will be shouting about it as they’ll all be in the same boat.’

‘Don’t,’ she groaned. ‘I was excited enough
without your slutty underwear delivery and the little note.’

‘Liked that, did you?’ I chuckled as I tried not
to wince at her high pitched squeaky voice.
Was it always this irritating?
I couldn’t remember. She’d only have to open her mouth in front of the wrong
person and everyone would know it was her.

‘I liked it all,’ she nodded vigorously.

‘I think I’d better test if you took your
instructions seriously. I told you that you needed to be wet.’ I reached over
and undid the belt on her short coat.

‘Logan,’ she protested as she flicked her eyes at
the back of James’s head. ‘Put up the privacy screen.’

‘There is no privacy screen,’ I whispered in her
ear as I kissed the spot on her neck that I knew got her off. ‘Don’t worry, he’s
seen it all before. Besides, I thought you wanted to be filthy for the night.
Don’t make me remind you again. You’ll do as you’re told from this moment on if
you want me to make this fantasy of yours happen. Understood?’

‘Yes,’ she whined.

‘Excellent, open your coat and push it back, let
me see what’s on offer this evening.’ I smiled as she eagerly did as she was
told, flicking a glance in James’s direction, but he knew to keep his eyes on
the road until I prompted him. I’d had to pay him a serious bonus to go along
with this part of the plan. ‘Place your left foot up on the back of the
passenger seat headrest, and your right foot onto my lap. I want you spread
wide so I can see how wet your cunt really is.’

‘O, Logan,’ she sighed and did as she was told. I
looked down to see excitement was already leaking out of her, but had to hold
in a shudder at the sight of the tacky ‘Hungry’ sign she’d had put on her still
adorably chubby mons. The fact that she hadn’t had any bloody plastic surgery
on her fat little cunt was one small blessing, as it seemed to be the only
untouched place.

‘Finger yourself, I want you to bring yourself to
a loud climax, so James and I can enjoy hearing how much the thought of this
evening is turning you on.’

‘I’d rather you do it, your fingers are so skilled,’
she pouted.

‘Do I need to remind you of the rules? Fuck
yourself with your fingers to completion, Yasmin.’

‘Yes, Logan,’ she conceded with a sigh, and moved
her fingers to the large opening in her knickers and started to circle her clit
while looking up at my face. Even though I didn’t really find her attractive
anymore my cock started to stiffen a little, seeing a woman touching herself,
getting soaked was still a damn turn on. I was a red blooded male, after all.

‘Play with your clit with one hand and fuck
yourself with the other,’ I ordered.

‘O God,’ she groaned and did as she was told,
sliding two of her oversized talons inside her quivering entrance as she
circled her clit with the frenzy of a Tasmanian Devil. I ran my fingers up her
leg, from her ankle to the back of her knee and started to gently work on that
erogenous zone that soon had her panting and looking at me with desperation.

‘Are you wet yet?’ I enquired, knowing damn well
from the sight in front of me, let alone the squelching noises coming from her
fingers frantically pumping.

‘Yes,’ she nodded between gasps for air.

‘I’m not convinced. James, do you think she looks
wet yet?’ I smiled as I heard her gasp, and James angled his rear view mirror
to see the reflection of her spread legs and both sets of fingers working
furiously.

‘Very wet, Sir. From what I hear of your
reputation, she needs to be. How many cocks did you have planned for her this
evening? Four?’ he asked with a straight face. Yasmin’s eyes went wide and she
squealed and panted to the point of hyperventilation as she writhed on the
seat.

‘More like fourteen,’ I nodded as I firmly pressed
behind her knee and felt her tense up. ‘Thank you for your assessment, you can
watch the road again.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ he smiled as Yasmin screamed and
bucked against her hand and slithered down the seat after a powerful climax,
which leaked out of her and all over her hand and onto the inside of her black
coat.

‘You’d better suck your fingers and lick your hand
clean, then cover yourself up and have a rest before we get there,’ I smiled as
she lay in a stunned daze.

‘Get … where?’ she groaned.

‘The 710 sex club, where I plan to parade you,
like the cheap slut that you are and let as many as you can take empty
themselves into, and onto you.’

‘O Logan, I think I love you,’ she sighed. I
quickly turned my head and looked out of the window. Now I knew for sure it was
definitely time to end our arrangement. Clients getting overly attached was a
big red warning sign. Just like my attachment to Summer had been.