‘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, but 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 cleaned up, 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 shutting the door and 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 tailgate 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 t
hat. 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 sourced 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, 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.
Picking your average run of the mill guy had been an inspired choice, Yasmin was all about standards, so I’d figured that having a fat, sweaty dude fuck her would make it feel even more filthy. I kept catching glimpses of her face, contorted with pleasure, through the four men surrounding her, grasping, stroking and squeezing and could hear her cries of pleasure. It actually made me feel nauseous, and there was no sign of my infamous regular erection anywhere to be seen. I had no idea how I was going to get it up and keep it up to fuck her later. Much as I’d given her everything she’d asked for so far tonight, I was still part of that package and if I didn’t want my reputation ruined, I was going to have to make good. I just couldn’t reconcile the girl I’d met four years ago with this one, currently screaming as some stranger impaled her again. Mind you, I guess I was a stranger the day I took her into the toilets at Wembley Stadium. Damn, I seriously was a hypocrite. I was criticising her for having sex with strangers, when that was how I made my money. I wanted to be able to fuck sexually liberated women, just not know how liberated they were. Or in this case see and hear it, but I had to keep watching, to make sure they were all using condoms as instructed. I watched as the back of the pickup shook, while one guy pounded into her and another squatted over her face as she sucked on his dangling hairy balls and the excited chatter of the other two cut through the otherwise silent wood. Suddenly she was lifted from the back of the truck, and lowered onto another guy’s cock as he anchored his feet, bracing his knees. She clung to his neck as he gripped her thighs, while another guy tucked in behind her, angling himself into her backside and she howled like a wolf as they both rammed into her. Her fake silicone tits bounced with each thrust before they were grabbed and squeezed so hard I feared they’d split and someone would be knocked out by a flying projectile of squishy serial numbered plastic.
What the hell was I doing? Was this really the life I wanted to keep living? Endless empty fucks for money? I already owned a flash sports car, a luxury apartment, the clothes and accessories and had a nest egg set aside that would give me a comfortable income for years to come. I could live really comfortably off the charges I made from my personal training, especially as I had a number of high profile clients. So it wasn’t like I needed the money. Then why was I still doing this? I ran my hands over my face as I realised why. Because I hadn’t had a reason not to. Until last week. Until I’d met Summer and she’d woken something up inside of me, something I didn’t even know I was missing until I’d experienced that night with her. A need to be able to really care for someone and be cared for that much in return. Had I really been so blinkered in my current lifestyle that I’d not opened my eyes and realised what I was missing? Some normality in my life, a woman I could love and treat like a princess while still having seriously hot monogamous sex? I let out a chuckle, you could take the sex out of the job, but not the sex out of the man. Hot sex was a given when it came to me. Maybe I needed to think of retiring Logan Steele and just be me. Start going out and dating again, maybe find someone who set off some spark in me like she had. Damn her for having booked that bloody appointment and ruining me. I’d gone hard thinking about her again, about what I’d like to have done to her and would never get the chance to do again. As I heard Yasmin screaming I growled, quickly unzipped myself and ripped open a condom packet with my teeth to cover myself, before striding over.
‘Put her down. Now. Face down on the back of the truck,’ I barked. I was going to fuck Yasmin the way I wished I’d been able to fuck Summer, taking her other virginal hole hard and fast. This was what I needed to forget her. I needed a reminder that I wasn’t built for making love with a sweet woman, I was born to fuck sexually adventurous ones, who knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to ask for it. Maybe Logan Steele actually was the real me after all.
‘Logan,’ Yasmin gasped as her face lit up. If she thought she’d been fucked well by the eleven guys that she’d had before me tonight, she was about to revise that assessment. The guys currently screwing her did as they were told and bent her over the tailgate. I kicked her feet apart as I held the back of her neck firmly. She was panting hard and I hadn’t even started. After a quick check that my condom was intact I slammed into her stretched rear and her scream of pleasure nearly uprooted some of the trees surrounding us. ‘Yes, yes, harder, fuck me harder,’ she begged.
I winced, the sound of her squeaky voice was grating. I blocked it out and closed my eyes and tried to imagine it was Summer below me begging me to fuck her this way, tried to imagine that we were alone. That her plump full lips were parted as she gasped for air, her short natural nails were scraping at the metal below her, those cheeks of hers had a pink sexual flush to them, her blue eyes rolling in pleasure as I plundered her, viciously. I angled myself deeper and let out a low growl as I felt my cock firing properly, the sensation of pleasure wrapping itself around me like a vine, squeezing me to the brink of ejaculation. I could feel perspiration on my brow as I slammed into her again and again and started to tense as the urge to release crept up on me. ‘Yes,’ I roared as my backside clenched tightly and I jammed myself right into her as I started to shudder.
‘Logan,’ she screamed as a powerful climax ripped through her.
‘Yes,’ I groaned and tightened my fingers on her hips. Her bony hips? I opened my eyes as my breathing cantered and silently cursed to be reminded I was fantasising, that it was Yasmin falling apart and sobbing under me, not the woman who’d apparently taken over as my sexual muse and controlled my erections.
‘Logan. O … wow. Take me … home. I’m … done,’ she whined. I quickly pulled out of her, ripped off my condom and tucked myself back in.
‘Jesus mate, I thought I fucked hard, but you take it to a whole other level,’ uttered one of the guys as he shook his head, looking at me in awe. I gave him a quick smile as I shoved my damp hair back from my forehead. ‘Do we still get to finish off all over her?’
‘If she’s happy with that. Is that what you want?’ I asked as I looked down at her dazed face.
‘Yeah,’ she sighed as she still lay there, completely boneless.
‘No more fucking,’ I warned, ‘she’s done in.’
‘Right, like anyone would want to follow you,’ scoffed another guy as they moved forward and rolled her over onto her back.
‘Stomach and chest only,’ I added as I leaned on the side of the truck, to make sure I could hear her if she changed her mind and begged me to take her home now, but kept my eyes off what was happening. I needed to book bloody hypnotherapy, have a memory wipe or partial lobotomy to get Summer out of my head. She was go
ing to be the death of me and my damn sexual career. I tried to block out the cumulative groans of everyone at my side and I ran through my personal training sessions coming up, trying to think how best to help one of my non-sexual clients to find a way to incorporate exercise into her hectic schedule coming up. As a backing singer for a major female artist, she was going to be on the road, eating out all the time, staying in different hotels. I was startled out of my thoughts by Yasmin moaning my name again. I looked down to see the guys tucking themselves back in and her stomach and tits covered in spunk.
‘Lie still, I’ll go and get some wipes and your coat, ok?’
‘Hmmm,’ she sighed.
‘Some girlfriend you’ve got, pal. You ever fancy doing this again, let me know, I’m in.’
‘Me too,’ came another chorus of voices. I frowned at them, they’d been warned to make it seem natural.
‘Sure, if we’re passing again you may see us.’ I strode back to the Merc and tapped the window before opening James’ door. He quickly removed his ear phones. ‘Sorry James, we’re nearly good to go. I’ll just get her cleaned up and dressed.’
‘No problem, Sir. Let me know when I can take off the mask.’
‘I thought it would be a more entertaining evening if you attempted to drive us home with it on.’
‘Very funny, Sir,’ he smiled.
‘I’m being serious, I thought you marines were capable of the impossible.’
‘Even we have our limits,’ he chuckled. I slapped him on the shoulder and shut his door, opened the back one and grabbed the packet of baby wipes, a plastic bag and Yasmin’s coat and returned to the Navara. The guys filtered off as I stuck my hand in the bag, forming a makeshift glove and used a pile of wipes to clean her up as well as I could, before turning the bag inside out and tying a knot in it, securing the offending items inside. Even though I’d not touched anything, I still used some wipes on my hands, before propping her up, half comatosed, pulling her coat on and doing up her belt.
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