Filthy for the Night (For The Night #3) (4 page)

Yasmin

I tried to take Logan’s
hand, but he quickly put it in the small of my back, making me frown. He’d
always held my hand before. There was something different about him, I couldn’t
put my finger on what it was. He was still his attentive, gorgeous super-hot
sexy self, but it was like he was here, but not here at the same time. I
couldn’t fathom it out.

‘Ok?’ he smiled as he looked down at me, those
dark grey eyes igniting me. I nodded. ‘You know you can back out anytime,
having a fantasy can often be just that, sometimes it should stay a fantasy and
never be fulfilled. Sometimes when you’ve had the fantasy, reality can seem
boring and leave you feeling deflated.’

‘Are you talking from experience?’ I frowned.

‘We’re talking about you, not me. Are you sure you
want to do this?’

‘Yes,’ I nodded firmly. ‘Especially if I get you
at some stage during the evening.’

‘Yasmin, you’re going to need to be fucked by at
least ten men to stretch you wide enough to accommodate my cock.’

‘You’re big Logan, but I’ve taken you before,’ I
giggled.

‘Not up that tight backside you haven’t,’ he
replied with a wicked glint in his eye as he gave it a squeeze and winked at
me.

‘Anal?’ I gasped. I
loved
it, but Logan’s? God,
I was going to need some
serious
warming up. We glided up the rather
grand staircase to a set of double doors guarded by two hostesses behind some
ornate podiums.

‘How can I help you?’ asked the petite raven
haired stunner as we arrived on the first floor.

‘We’re a party of nine in total,’ Logan advised.

‘We can accommodate you in room fourteen. Please
follow me.’ I bristled as I watched her batting her eyes at Logan, he was
mine
tonight. Our hostess led us down a long wide corridor and I couldn’t hear a
sound from any of the other rooms, they must be well soundproofed. She opened
the door to room fourteen and I looked at it amazed. It looked like a luxury boutique
hotel room, with dove grey painted walls, white skirting boards, contemporary
art, LCD TV’s on all four walls, an enormous bed in the centre of the room
covered in a black satin sheet, with a huge mirror on the ceiling. Surrounding
the bed were a number of black velvet love seats. ‘You have your own bathroom
and a touch screen here to order drinks and food, control the air conditioning,
the TV, select one of our bank of adult films, or create your own recording if
you so wish, but all parties must consent before the file would be provided to
any of you. Condoms, baby oil and lubricants are provided in the dressing table
drawers. Should you require any sex toys, BDSM restraints or implements, we
have a stock list which you can also access from the touchscreen and they’ll be
delivered to your room and charged to the booking account. They would be yours
to take away when you’re finished. Do you have any further questions?’

‘I don’t,’ advised Logan. ‘Yasmin, would you like
any accessories.’

‘I think I have enough,’ I giggled as I looked
around at all the guys who’d followed us in, all with visible boners tenting
their trousers.

‘Then I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy your evening,
I’m just down the hall if you need me,’ she confirmed as she put her hand on
Logan’s forearm. I glared at her, giving her a clear warning to back off and
she quickly shut the door behind her.

‘Right, gentlemen. Yasmin is looking for a
very
filthy evening, how about you all strip and make that happen for her. Nothing
that will leave a mark or bruise and no fisting, otherwise anything goes.
Vaginal, anal, double penetration, blow jobs, hand jobs, tit fucks but the most
important rule of all is that she loves come, particularly all over her body,
her face and on her tongue. Have I left anything out?’ Logan directed the
question at me, as a murmur of approval went around the room. I could hardly
believe I was about to do this. I knew the four footballers, but three of the
guys were total strangers, unless you counted the fact that one of them was a
well-known soap actor.

‘I’d like to have some orgasms myself while you’re
at it,’ I suggested as the guys started stripping.

‘Babe, that’s a given,’ chuckled DB as he dropped
his boxers and I licked my lips at the sight of his thick dark member with its bulbous
circumcised head. I looked over at Logan. He’d removed his jacket and had
tossed it over the back of a seat and was rolling up his shirt sleeves.

‘I want you first,’ I breathed as I looked at him
and felt someone else’s hand caressing my backside.

‘I’m just here to watch and direct. I told you,
you need to be warmed up for my cock, unless you fancy stitches and sitting on
a rubber ring for a week after?’ he asked as he lowered himself into one of the
chairs and leaned back with his firm thighs spread and his arms stretched
across the back rest. ‘So, get on your knees, I want to see you suck every guys
cock before they get you on the bed.’

I did as I was told, my hands shaking with
excitement. I’d always longed for this, to be treated like a dirty whore, used
and abused by lots of different men. I soon forgot about the fact that I
couldn’t see Logan as the guys surrounded me, and picked out DB’s large dark
cock first and hungrily pulled it into my mouth, sucking eagerly as two of the
guys next to me starting slapping my face with their erections. I reluctantly
pulled away and took a few deep breaths of needed air before slurping on one
after another, revelling in the groans filling my ears and the room. As I went
to start the rounds again, DB suddenly yanked me to my feet, and flipped me
upside down with a squeal. Before I knew it he was holding me around the waist,
his erect cock at my mouth, while his face was between my legs sucking on my
clit as someone’s hands grabbed and tugged on my nipples. I felt myself
flooding as the thought of being used like this really got me off, so I grabbed
his cock and hand pumped it as I sucked. DB was slurping, but as fast as he
licked me clean, I was gushing again. I occasionally came up for breaths of air
with a scream of delight.

‘Gentlemen, why don’t you take this to the bed. I
think Yasmin would like to be filled three ways, with an additional cock in
each hand. Please play nice, share and rotate, condoms if you enter her rear or
cunt,’ came Logan’s voice.

‘O
God
,’ I groaned as DB spun me around
again, leaving me light headed as he set me down on the floor. I barely had a
chance to catch my breath before one of the guys lay on the bed and I was
lifted and lowered onto his erect cock with a scream of delight. I was impaled
by a total stranger, the thought was electrifying. Someone forced my head down
towards him and he started kissing me vigorously. I let out a moan as I felt
the chill of lubricant being smeared around my rear entrance. The guy I was
sitting on gripped my shoulders and levered me up a little, and someone tugged
my hair and I was confronted with a wall of toned stomach and a white smaller
cock in front of me which I quickly started sucking as my hands were grabbed
and wrapped around two larger members. When the fifth guy started pushing at my
backside I started to tremble. I was going to come already, I’d had anal
before, but never DP. I let out a muffled scream of pleasure as my arse was
breached, and both guys began to thrust into my rear holes as I desperately
tried to remember to suck and stroke the other cocks as the same time. Hands
were squeezing and kneading my breasts at the same time and I’d never felt so
full or dirty. I had to stop sucking and scream as a violent climax tore
through my body.

‘Switch.’

I was vaguely aware of Logan’s order as my body
was lifted and everyone changed places. After the fifth switch I’d started to
lose track of who was where as I sucked, stroked and squeezed the various sized
cocks in each of my orifices and hands. I’d already come about seven times and
was shaking all over. Even at the height of all this pleasure, the one
overriding thought was I got to have Logan at some stage in the evening. Seven
cocks yet still I craved his, his was better than all of them put together. I
sobbed as another orgasm over took me. I could almost die from pleasure
overload. The sounds of moans, grunts and groans filled the room and I smiled
internally at how much this would be getting Logan off as he watched.

‘I want you to lay her on her back while each of
you takes it in turns to bring her to orgasm with your fingers or tongue while
the others kiss, lick and stroke her body. Then I want you all to come on her
chest and face.’

‘Logan,’ I mewled as I felt myself being lifted
and carefully laid down. He knew how to fulfil every woman’s fantasy perfectly.

Logan

I’d ordered myself a bottle of water and a freshly
cut lime while they were all at it, no one had even noticed the movement, or
the fact that I opened the door to accept the delivery, pour myself a glass and
sit back down again. They were all too focussed on getting Yasmin and
themselves off. I thought I’d be turned on watching her taking a good pounding,
DB was the closest to me in terms of physical stamina and prowess by the looks
of it, but it did nothing for me. In fact if anything, I felt a little sick as
I watched.
Was this really what I wanted to keep doing for the next however
many years?
With each regular client craving more and more kink to get
themselves off? I wasn’t adverse to the odd ménage myself, but group and orgies
did nothing for me. I’d been there, done that, and ticked it off the list. My
needs had changed as I’d gotten older. With sex now, I wanted it to be about me
and the woman I was connecting with, I chuckled silently as I heard myself. I
sounded like a bloody woman, but it
was
about the connection you shared
with another person, not just about getting yourself off. I could get myself
off with my hand any time, with a woman I wanted more. I loved to take my time,
really make a woman feel special, to hear her sob only my name as I gave her
countless hours of pleasure. That got me off with my clients, not seeing
something like this where a woman just needed any old cock regardless.

I glanced up at the mirrored ceiling and gave a
wink and a smile when I saw Yasmin reflected there, looking at me as she
panted, with some strangers face between her legs, making loud sucking noises
as the guys groaned and started stroking themselves as they kneeled on the bed
around her. It was a serious cockfest, short, fat, skinny, average, circumcised,
coloured, pale and white. I didn’t relish the thought of having to fuck her
after all of those cocks had been up there, even though they’d worn rubbers for
the actual penetration, that was the one thing I made sure to keep my eye on. If
she was going to catch something, it wouldn’t be on my damn watch. When she met
my eyes in the mirror, she bucked and half sat up, clutching the hair of the
guy giving her head as she climaxed. When she fell back onto the mattress, the
first guy offloaded and white ribbons curled out all over her big inflated tits
and slutty cheap bra, and she cried out in pleasure.

I downed some water as Yasmin fulfilled one of her
briefs as they all coated her in come and she dipped her fingers in it and
sucked. The sounds of her climaxes took me back to last week, to the hotel
suite with my last client Summer. Now
that
was my idea of the perfect
fantasy. A sweet, gorgeous natural woman experiencing orgasms and sex for the
first time, having booked me only because some dickhead had tried to force
himself on her and had put her off trying ever since. The way she’d put herself
in my hands, literally, trusting me to take care of her and show her how
amazing sex could be, what her body could feel. I felt my cock stiffen at the
thought of it. She’d been so grateful and eager to learn, the perfect student
and the perfect woman,
my
perfect woman and I’d let her go. I’d deleted
her file and blocked her email to avoid any complications, though I did still
know where she lived. I wondered if she was thinking about me, I liked to think
that she was, that somehow our encounter had affected her deeply, as much as it
had me. I shook myself off as the guys started getting dressed and the level of
chatter increased. Yasmin just lay on the bed, globs of semen all over her, on
her face, in her hair, slowly dripping off her sides onto the sheet below. I
pitied the poor cleaners who worked here. I nodded to each of the guys who
filtered slowly out and placed an order for more water, caffeine, a club
sandwich, fries and cheesecake for Yasmin, figuring she’d need some energy
after being fucked by seven guys, then a Caesar salad and a couple of bananas for
myself and waited for her to come around.