‘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, bucked against her hand and slithered down the seat after a powerful climax, which leaked out of her 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 spo
t. 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, 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 back 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.
‘Yes,’ I whispered. He broke into a large smile.
‘How many are you looking for to join you, some of the rest of the lads are here too,’ he advised with a cock of his head in the direction of a group over by the sofas.
‘How many are we talking?’ I asked as I licked my lips at the thought of it and shifted slightly as I felt someone caressing my nipple poking through my peephole bra and my butt cheek at the same time.
‘Four of us, think you can take us all on?’ he winked. I looked over my shoulder at Logan and he nodded at me.
‘She’ll take you, plus the other three that joined us to watch just now.’
‘Seven?’ I gasped. I’d been thinking three, one for each hole at the same time, but seven? My body confirmed its approval as felt my arousal bubbling out of me.
‘For now. Why are you complaining, Yasmin? Your cunt could suck one hundred cocks dry and still beg for more. Don’t you want to feel your nipples being pulled while your throat, arse and cunt are full as you grip the cocks of two strangers in your hands and pump them until they spurt all over your body?’
‘Yes,’ I groaned as Logan reeled off my perfect fantasy.
‘You want to feel their come on your tongue, trickling down the back of your throat, don’t you?’ he added.
‘Yes,’ I mewled as someone wet their finger in my pussy then started fingering my backside while they continued to work on my breast at the same time as kissing my neck.
‘Tell them what you are tonight,’ Logan ordered.
‘I’m a dirty cock sucking whore who loves to come and wants to be fucked twelve ways from Sunday before eating and being plastered in hot, salty come,’ I panted, and heard the swearing and confirmations of approval from the men gathered behind me as I felt my excitement dripping down my thighs.
Shall we move upstairs gentleman?’ Logan enquired as he handed me my drink. There was a loud noise as everyone vocalised their approval and I knocked my drink back to give me some Dutch courage. I was about to have the night of my life, all courtesy of Logan Steele.
Mirror, Mirror
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 food and drinks, 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?’
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