Filthy for the Night (For The Night #3)

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘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.

  The Drive

  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 h
er 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.

  The 710 Club

  Logan

  James dropped us off at the ultimate VIP entrance to the 710 club. This was where the elite customers with ridiculous amounts of money to burn came for voyeuristic or group sex. The main entrance was for the Silver, Gold and Platinum members, but this rear entrance to a completely separate part of the club was kept on the down low for more high profile clients. Even the paparazzi weren’t aware of it. I’d heard rumours of it for some time and had to pull in some serious favours to get the details and password to secure the booking for the evening. Yasmin’s fee had been my highest yet, her husband really must be as dense as they made out in the press if he wouldn’t notice that lump sum leaving her bank account. I guided her to the door, gave the password and we were admitted, while James disappeared for a bite to eat, somewhere nearby in case I called on him to collect us at short notice. While Yasmin had clearly written out her fantasy evening, clients often backed out, going for more regular sex, when the reality of it hit them.

  ‘We’re really at a sex club?’ she asked looking up at me excitedly.

  ‘A very high end and discreet one,’ I confirmed as we followed the butler to take a seat in a private room. A tall blonde dressed in a power suit, who wouldn’t have looked out of place in a high end boutique or bank, came to sit with us and talked us through the rules, obtained our signatures for the confidentiality clause, then took us down to the basement. We were shown into a vault and directed to a wall of safety deposit boxes, each customised with a combination code. I deposited my wallet and iPhone, took Yasmin’s house key and clutch bag off her, securing them all inside. I shielded the lock with my frame as I set the combination, the last thing I needed was Yasmin getting my phone number and access to my client files. We then followed our hostess to a changing room and were provided with luxury clothes hanging bags to deposit any items we didn’t wish to wear in the club. ‘Well?’ I asked as I raised my eyebrow at Yasmin.

  ‘Well what?’

  ‘Your coat.’

  ‘You can’t seriously expect me to take it off, given what I’m wearing?’ she uttered looking at me astonished.

  ‘You wanted filthy. Do we need to revisit the whole “you will do as you’re instructed” portion of the evening? Take it off.’

  ‘What are you taking off?’

  ‘Nothing. I’m not here to get fucked, you are. Coat. Now,’ I ordered with a stern look. She looked at me amazed, and for a second I thought she was going to back out. Then she reached with trembling fingers and undid the tight knot of her belt. I helped her shrug the item off and carefully hung it up for her and handed it to our hostess, who hadn’t batted an eyelid. I was sure that she must have seen it all. I chuckled as I saw Yasmin had turned a deeper shade of pink, put my hand in the small of her back and guided her to follow the blonde back upstairs, where we were taken to the main doors of the ground floor bar.

  Yasmin

  I felt sick as I stood there with my nipples, arsehole and pussy on display. Could I really do this? It was one thing getting turned on thinking about it, quite another actually crossing that line.

  ‘You can always back out if you’re not up to it, Yasmin,’ Logan advised as he looked down at me. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath, he’d never let me down before, he’d make sure I was safe if it got too much.

  ‘No, let’s do it,’ I confirmed and watched as he opened the door and gestured for me to step inside. I felt my cheeks heat up as I entered a large room with a circular bar in the middle, topped by the most exquisite chandelier. I wondered if it was for sale, it would look amazing in our foyer at home. I tore my eyes away and looked left and right and relaxed a little when I saw other woman in various states of undress, some already being pleasured in full view. ‘Holy shit,’ I muttered as I recognised a whole load of stars of the music, film, and television worlds. Women were getting fingered and receiving oral in public, men too, and I was sure someone was already having sex over in the one corner from the moans emanating from that spot. I felt myself dampening at the thought of Logan making me perform here and someone getting turned on watching.

  ‘Cosmopolitan?’ Logan enquired, as we stood in a vacant spot at the bar, knowingly full well it was my drink of choice.

  ‘Please,’ I nodded.

  ‘I’ll order it, but before you drink it, I want you to drop to your knees and suck my cock. Before you get alcohol, you must have the salt,’ he winked.

  ‘You’re one kinky fucker,’ I scowled.

  ‘Your fantasy, not mine, though I won’t complain getting head anywhere. I want your legs spread while you go down on me, I want everyone in here to see how juicy you are, we need to tempt them, to get a good line up to come and fuck you.’

  ‘Logan,’ I sighed. ‘Please tell me that you’ll be one of the guys fucking me tonight, you know I can’t get enough of you.’

  ‘If you behave and do as you’re told you’ll get me later. Right now though, you need to prove that you can follow orders. Cock, Yasmin. Suck it in public like a dirty whore.’

  ‘Yes,’ I moaned and quickly kneeled down on the polished oak floor. I’d love for him to go all out and talk down to me, debase me completely. My nipples were already stinging they were that pert. He leaned back on the bar and raised an eyebrow as he picked up a glass of water with lime and started to sip it. He was so damn hot, I’d pretty much do anything he told me to, knowing that he’d be sliding his gigantic cock inside me later in the evening. I undid his trouser button, then unzipped him and peeled back the material and gasped. I looked at him with a glare when I saw he was wearing a pair of Eoin’s designer briefs. ‘Not funny,’ I hissed.

  ‘Kind of is,’ he shrugged with a sexy chuckle. I soon forgot about my annoyance at his joke when I saw that beast of his writhing in the material. I licked my lips and quickly tugged at the small gap, struggling to pull Logan through it. Unusually, he wasn’t completely solid, I’d never seem him with a semi before, he was always rock hard, but even at half-mast he was more man than my pathetic husband. I pushed my backside out, spread my legs as ordered and placed my hands on his strong thighs as I felt the cold air breach the gap in my knickers. I gently licked his tip, then caught him in my mouth and started to suck. I looked up at him as he gazed down at me while drinking his water, he looked like he was somewhere else for a moment, then suddenly swelled rapidly, nearly choking me. He put his water down, grabbed my hair back from my face and started to fuck my throat, viciously. I tried to squeal in delight as I felt myself throbbing down below, he really couldn’t get enough of me. I frowned as I heard a voice say something behind me. ‘Be my guest, she likes it dirty and the more that want to join us tonight the better, spread the word. Sex in any of her holes, oral, masturbating all over her, she’s game,’ Logan responded.

  I looked up at him wide eyed as I hollowed my cheeks and saw him wink as I felt someone’s fingers slide through my rapidly increasing wetness. I tried to groan, but Logan’s large cock muffled the sound. Damn it, this was so hot, I was on my knees in a crowded room, with Logan’s cock down my throat as some stranger fingered me. I started to buck against their hand and tried to look to the side, but all I could see was other pairs of knees, clad by trousers. The thought that we had an audience had me climax immediately and I heard a collective groan from around me, looked ba
ck up at Logan and he growled and shot his thick load straight down the back of my throat, before pulling back and quickly tucking himself back in. Before I had a chance to catch a breath, someone’s fingers went into my mouth.

  ‘Suck them clean,’ ordered a voice in my ear. I nodded as I went to work, and could recognise the taste of myself on this strangers chubby fingers, but kept my eyes firmly fixed on Logan’s as I trembled from the remnants of my climax, revelling in the taste of both Logan and myself at the same time. As the stranger removed his hand, Logan held his out to help me up and spun me around to see that about four guys were circling us, all with obvious hard-ons.

  ‘O shit,’ I gasped as I locked eyes with one of Eoin’s team mates.

  ‘Yasmin? Is that you?’ he uttered as he looked at me puzzled.

  ‘Hey DB,’ I sighed.

  ‘I barely recognised you until you spoke.’

  ‘Tell me he’s not here,’ I groaned as I prayed for the earth to swallow me up.

  ‘No, but I promise I had no idea it was you when I just … shit, sorry.’

  ‘Don’t apologise,’ came Logan’s deep baritone, puckering my skin. ‘You just gave her exactly what she came here looking for, a night of filth. If you’d like to take it further, we’ll be moving up to a suite shortly. Would you like him to join us, Yasmin?’ I looked up at DB’s obviously expectant face and bit my lip, he was pretty good looking and his girlfriend was always telling me that the saying about coloured guys and their cocks was true, and what Eoin didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. I flicked my eyes down to look at the bulge in his trousers. Impressive, not Logan impressive, but a damn sight better than Eoin. That made my mind up immediately.