Filthy for the Night (For The Night #3) (5 page)

Yasmin

I lay in some kind of sexatosed state, my arse and
pussy were still throbbing and I could feel the hot evidence of my little orgy all
over my body. That had been the most filthy and depraved hour or so of my life.
And I’d
loved
it. The only disappointment was Logan not having joined
in, but I wasn’t sure I could have taken his cock as well. I felt well and
truly spent, but still managed to flick my tongue out to catch a dollop of come
sliding down my cheek. I remembered the mirror above and slowly opened my eyes
and smiled to see the state of me. Logan had truly come up trumps for me
bringing me here. I was going to have to try and talk Eoin into joining and
letting us have group sex. I’d seen him eyeing up DB’s blonde fat arsed girlfriend,
that would be a foursome I’d love to try out to test the water. If he was up
for it and then ended up enjoying it, I could convince him to bring us here on
a regular basis for more groups sessions.

‘How are you feeling?’

‘Am.az.ing,’ I moaned as I saw Logan standing at
the head of the bed looking down at me.

‘As good as you’d hoped?’

‘Even better, and I loved it when the one guy was
calling me a dirty bitch and a cock sucking whore. It got me so excited. Though
I’m not sure I can move.’

‘There’s no rush. Close your eyes and have a rest,
then you can have a shower and clean up before room service arrives. I figured
you’d be hungry after all of that.’

‘Hmmm,’ I nodded, closed my eyes and drifted off
as I ran my eventful kinky evening through my head from the beginning.

Logan

She looked completely wrecked, and
filthy
covered in all that come as she slept. Even though I hadn’t partaken, I felt
dirty myself and went to the luxuriously appointed en-suite to wash my hands
and face. I took another seat thought about my next client Ava who wanted an
MMF ménage. What was wrong with just getting well and truly fucked by one guy
who could make you see stars? I left Yasmin to sleep for another half an hour,
then woke her up and circled her wrist, pretty much the only untainted bit of
her body, and gently hauled her up and led her into the shower.

‘Do you have any spare underwear? My knickers and
bra are ruined,’ she sighed as she looked down at herself.

‘No, you’ll put your suspender belt and stockings
back on when you’ve showered and then go naked under the coat when we leave.’

‘What do you have planned? I’m feeling so tired,’
she whined with a pout.

‘Food will be here in a moment and then we’re
taking a drive into the country so you can sleep in the car. Wash, now. I want
all of that come off you and out of your hair.’

‘But my makeup,’ she gasped.

‘Trust me, no one will care where we’re going,’ I
winked and walked out. I’d be much happier when she came out scrubbed clean
from head to toe. I was seriously going to have to rethink letting clients give
me oral sex, Christ knows what she could have caught off any one of those guys
giving them bare head. I made a note in my calendar for tomorrow to book in for
my regular STD tests early, just in case. I had a feeling Camilla, one of my
previous clients, wasn’t discriminative when it came to sucking cock either.
Damn
it.
I’d let Summer blow me the week after Camilla. I’d never forgive myself
if I’d caught something and passed it onto her. She’d never forgive me.
What
the hell was I thinking?
I always wore rubber for sex, never for bloody
oral. ‘Idiot,’ I cursed as I sat back down as far away as possible from the
come stained black sheets rumpled on the oversized bed and idly wondered why
they chose black, which showed up the spunk splodges even more. White would look
far more attractive and hide the evidence until the bedding was changed as each
set of clients vacated.

Yasmin

I was happy to hear Logan was going to let me have
a sleep. I
was
tired, but not too tired to cock my head and watch his
sexy toned backside walking out of the en-suite before he shut the door. I
sighed happily, all the semen coating me had started to dry, my hair was all
crusty and stiff and I’d lost track of who had spurted the first batch or two
that had managed to land on my tongue that was sticking out. I automatically
licked my lips at the thought of it, before stripping and reluctantly washing
it all off me.
That
had been disgustingly perverse and absolutely
wonderful. I giggled to myself as I soaped up. I wondered again if Eoin really
would be up for seeing me getting abused like that? On second thoughts sod the
foursome, we could invite the entire football club over. With all of those fit
guys, I’d be completely bathed in the stuff. I couldn’t wait to see Chardonnay
and tell her all about it tomorrow, and maybe have a bit of girly action. Just
thinking about tonight was getting me all horny again, let alone the thought of
having to describe it in blow by blow graphic detail. I giggled at my
inadvertent pun and dried myself off and used the built in hair dryer and
disposable comb thoughtfully provided. I gasped as I looked at myself closely
in the mirror, I looked
hideous.
My makeup was all streaked, I couldn’t
go out looking like this. I used the wall mounted face, lip, and eye cleanser,
and cotton pads from another dispenser to tidy myself up and was even more
horrified to see how ugly I looked without my mask. How was I going to go out
there and face Logan with no makeup and my hair this weird streaked colour
where the brown dye had started to run and was showing streaks of blonde?

‘Are you ok in there?’ he called.

‘Fine, I won’t be long,’ I called. I looked around
and saw a touch screen on the wall and pressed the assistance button.

‘How can I help you?’ came the female voice
through the intercom system.

‘Do you have any makeup? I need mascara,
foundation, blusher, eyeliner, lip liner, lip gloss?’

‘I’m so sorry we don’t, but that’s an excellent
idea. We can add miniature supplies to our inventory for ladies such as
yourself who wish to reapply.’

‘Yeah, great. Thanks.’

‘You’re welcome.’

‘I was being sarcastic,’ I snapped and heard a
click as the intercom was cut off. ‘Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT.’

‘Yasmin, food’s here. Are you sure you’re ok?’
Logan called.

‘Just great,’ I breezed. I put my suspender belt
back on and my stockings, thank God I still had an amazing body. Walking out
like this should distract Logan to my lack of makeup. I didn’t even let Eoin or
the staff see me without it. I felt so humiliated as I opened the door and
ventured out to see him tucking into a salad. He looked up and raised both
eyebrows.

‘You look different.’

‘I’m so sorry, no one sees me without makeup, I
feel so embarrassed.’

‘Don’t be, you look even prettier without all that
heavy crap all over your face. I can’t believe you went as far as trying to
make yourself look like a hooker with all that makeup on. I thought the slutty
clothes were enough. Sit, eat.’

I looked at him with my mouth open. He thought my
normal face had been done as part of a fancy dress just for tonight? That it
made me look cheap? I was fuming for a second, until I realised he was still in
role, he was
deliberately
making me feel slutty and dirty, just like I’d
wanted. He really was exceptional
.

Logan

Thank God Yasmin was so
tired that she fell asleep as soon as I helped her into the car and lay her
head in my lap to make her more comfortable. That would have meant an instant
boner for me in the past, to have some woman’s face that close to my cock. Some
damn escort I was when I didn’t want to fuck one of my clients anymore. I
looked down at her sleeping, she looked so much better without all that damn
makeup caked all over her face, but the thought of her having fucked all those
guys was a real turn off. I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I realised the
irony of me being turned off by a woman who’d had a fraction of the number of
sexual partners I’d had. I knew it was double standards, but I still
wholeheartedly believed that a guy with high numbers was ok, a woman wasn’t. Maybe
I
was
old fashioned and chauvinistic that way.

I’d been more than happy to fuck easy girls when
I’d had a personal life, all those years ago, but I’d be damned if I’d have
taken them home to introduce them to my mother. In fact, I don’t think I’d ever
introduced a girl to my mother. Now Summer,
that
was a girl I’d take
home. She had girlfriend material written all over her. I wondered how she was
doing, if our night together had helped increase her sexual confidence for this
film role she’d landed. The thought of her being so sexually aware now that it
could be her lying on that bed in the club, being fucked by seven different
guys made me shudder. No, Summer was way too sweet and innocent to do anything
like that.
Wasn’t she?
There again weren’t all girls sweet until some
guy corrupted them? Maybe even Yasmin had been sweet and demure once too.

‘James?’

‘Yes, Sir?’

‘Do you consider it double standards that it’s ok
for men to fuck around, that they get labelled as studs, but it’s not ok for
women?’

‘Personally speaking no, Sir. If Mrs. Smith had
been a bit …
loose
, I wouldn’t have asked for her hand. From my
experiences in the forces, and I certainly wasn’t a saint, men like an easy
girl for a good time, but prefer a more virtuous partner, one that they can hopefully
encourage to be a bit more adventurous in the bedroom at home to suit their
needs.’

‘It’s rather chauvinistic of us though, isn’t it?’
I suggested as I pondered the thought.

‘How so, Sir?’

‘Why should I expect any woman to be chaste for
me, especially with my rather chequered track record?’

‘Men were meant to sow their oats, Sir. It’s our
purpose in life. The more women we sleep with, the more likely we are to
impregnate one and therefore the species continues. It’s the law of nature.
Women only want to copulate with men who have the skills to make them enjoy it.
We only get the skills by practicing and it’s our job to coax that vixen out of
our more reserved partners.’

‘Well maybe with our old fashioned attitudes, we’d
deserve it if we ended up on the wrong side of a black widow and got
decapitated during the act,’ I laughed. I remembered my time with Paige
Hessington, now she’d been a few biscuits short of a packet and I’d literally
feared for my life as I tried to pry her off my body when it came time for me
to leave.

‘Maybe so, Sir, but what a way to go,’ he
chuckled. ‘Can I ask what’s got you going down this rather deep line of
thought?’

‘It just came to me tonight, that even I have
standards and lines that I’m not prepared to cross.’

‘A sex club was one of those lines?’

‘Not the club itself, the …’ I looked down to see
if Yasmin was still sleeping. Judging by the wide open mouth with her tongue
slightly hanging out and a string of drool dangling from its tip, I assumed,
given her vanity, she wasn’t faking sleep. ‘Watching a woman take that many men
at once, I found it quite a turn off.’

‘You, Sir?!’ he winked at me in the rear view
mirror.

‘I know,’ I chuckled. ‘Marvel at the concept.’

‘Maybe you’re changing and realising that sex
isn’t just all about having a good time.’

‘If not having a good time isn’t key, then what do
you think it’s all about?’ I enquired.

‘A deep connection with someone you really care
about, someone you,’ he coughed before he said the next word, as if I’d find it
even more dirty than what I’d just witnessed earlier, ‘love.’

‘But what if sex with someone you love isn’t as
good as the sex you had before? You may not have realised this about me James,
but I’m a pretty sexual guy,’ I deadpanned.

‘That you are, Sir,’ he laughed. ‘I can assure
you, with my previous history and experience, I’d never have believed it
either, but when you find that special someone you love, and with whom you’re
compatible in the bedroom, it’s mind blowing.’

‘Really,’ I nodded. ‘So you and Mrs. Smith?’

‘A gentleman should never share, Sir,’ he replied,
but I saw a proud smile play across his face.

‘Understood James, thank you.’

‘You’re welcome. I’ll just add the imparting of sage
wisdom fee to your invoice.’

‘Mrs. Taylor’s invoice,’ I chuckled, before
turning to gaze out of the window and ponder his observations. My mind kept
going over how amazing sex with Summer had been, how even being gentle with her
was better than all the vigorous sex I’d had over the years, I could only
imagine what really fucking her the way I wanted to would feel like.
God
damn it, I was stiff again.
What bloody hold did that woman have over me?

Yasmin

I arched my back with a groan and lazily opened my
eyes, smiling to realise that my head was on Logan’s lap and he was smiling
down at me. Eoin should thank his lucky stars he was loaded, or I’d have
ditched him in a heartbeat for Logan.

‘Hi, how are you feeling now?’

‘Better thanks, rather stiff, just like you.’ I
rolled over and reached for his zip and his hand shot out to stop me. I looked
up at him confused. He flicked his eyes to his driver. ‘O, so
now
you’re
bothered!’

‘Filthy was your fantasy, not mine.’

‘Please,’ I laughed. ‘You’re the filthiest man I
know.’

‘Really?’ he looked at me surprised.

‘Ok, maybe that’s the wrong word for you.
Horniest.
’

‘Maybe, but we’re living out your fantasy tonight,
then I’ll take you home, get you bathed and clean and then I’ll look after you
properly.’

‘What are we doing now then?’ I asked and saw his
lips curl into a wicked smile.

‘You’re about to find out,’ he advised as the car
pulled to a stop. ‘Lift your head so I can get out.’ I struggled upright,
tugging my coat over my nakedness, which made me giggle, like it had bothered
me earlier, Logan climbed out and shut the door. I wondered if he was going to
get his driver into the back of the car to screw me. He looked well built,
probably in his mid-fifties, not unattractive. I bit my lip as I watched the
rear view mirror to catch his eye, but he kept his gaze ahead, looking out of
the windscreen. There was a knock on the driver’s window, which made me jump
and he got out too. I could hear voices, but couldn’t make out what they were
saying. Then the driver got back in the car and shut his door and I looked around
as mine was opened. ‘Take off your coat and close your eyes, I don’t want the
surprise being ruined.’

‘Logan Steele, what are you up to?’ I giggled as I
did as I was told.

‘Do you trust me?’

‘Yes,’ I answered immediately.

‘Then keep your eyes closed until I tell you to
open them,’ he ordered as he slipped an arm under my legs and carefully lifted
me out of the car into his arms. I shivered as I felt a chilly breeze skate
across my naked skin, I was only in my stockings, suspenders and heels. I
frowned as I heard the crunch of leaves and twigs. I suddenly felt him lowering
me and cold metal against my backside. ‘Spread your legs, let me see that pink,
let me feel how wet you are,’ he whispered in my ear. I did automatically and
squealed with delight as I felt his fingers slide inside me.

‘Logan,’ I gasped as I carefully felt behind me
and felt more metal, which I palmed to support myself and flexed my pelvis as
his digits started to roughly pump in and out of me. I twisted my head to the
left as I heard a noise. ‘Logan?’

‘Remember you asked for filth, but if you call out
my name again, everything will stop. Open your eyes, Yasmin.’

I did and quickly shut them again as I was dazzled
by a set of headlights on full beam. I lifted one hand to shield my eyes and
slowly squinted and gasped, tightening my vaginal muscles around the set of
fingers that I thought belonged to Logan, shocked to see a complete stranger
smirking at me as he thrust in and out. An
ugly
fat stranger.

‘What the hell?’ I spat as I realised I was in the
middle of some kind of dense wood and there were another three not particularly
attractive or toned guys standing with their cocks hanging out, as I sat on the
lowered tail gate of a pickup truck. Anyone else would probably have screamed,
or yanked this guy’s digits out of their pussy, but I felt myself creaming his
fingers at the thrill of it as I desperately looked for Logan. I couldn’t see
him anywhere.

‘I’m here, don’t worry. The minute you shout my
name this all stops Yasmin, but you’re not going to, are you? You want these
strangers to touch you, to kiss you, to pull on those big fat nipples and knead
your plump tits, to pump their fingers into your sopping wet cunt before they
fuck you, one after another then make you swallow all of their come. You wanted
filthy, well you’ve got it. This park on the outskirts of London, is one of the
most popular dogging sites, where horny guys come hoping there’ll be a woman
that they can treat like a whore and you currently have four of them ready to
do just that. Do you want to leave? Or do you want to get seriously depraved?’
he called.

‘Depraved,’ I groaned as I grabbed the stranger’s
wrist and forced him further into me as the rest of the guys surged forward. Seriously,
could this evening get any better?

Logan

I shook my head, I hadn’t been convinced she’d go
for it, stupid me. As far as she was concerned we
were
at a popular
dogging site, what she didn’t know was that we were at the bottom of a private
garden that belonged to a large Georgian estate owned by John Westcott. This
property of John’s was where he ran one of the biggest swinging venues on the
outskirts of London. For an agreed fee, which had been added to Yasmin’s
invoice, he’d agreed to source a bank of his regulars who’d be interested in
getting to fuck someone outdoors. Even without Yasmin’s description, we’d been
oversubscribed with offers, all of whom had already been vetted by John for
exclusive membership anyway, so we’d listed the most unattractive of them and
pulled twelve names out of a hat, and just to be safe I’d had Ian run even more
detailed profiles on them, before selecting four of them. I couldn’t afford for
some psycho to rough her up, not on my watch. That was why James was here as
back up, ready to spring into action if required. He was in the car with an eye
mask on, listening to his iPod with his full beams lighting up the back of the Nissan
Navara, where the tailgate had been lowered for her to sit or lie back on.