‘I’m thinking of taking you to another dogging site in London, tying you to a tree and letting anyone and everyone have their way with you, no condoms this time. Guy after guy will fuck you, filling you with come until it’s pouring down your thighs, trickling out of your lips and they’ve spread it all over your body, treated you like the cheap whore you are,’ he growled as his fingers moved faster, in perfect timing with my breathing and spiked pulse.
‘Yes, yes, please, I want that, I so want that. That’s my … next … fantasy,’ I gasped between breaths.
‘You’ll come so many times Yasmin, that you’ll pass out and I’ll leave you there, let all that come dry on you, then I’ll untie you and make you crawl back to the car on your hands and knees naked. Is that what you want? Show me how much you want it, come. Now,’ he ordered. I could picture it, I could feel it, I wanted it. I screamed as my climax hit me full force and my body arched up off the bed as I gazed at him wide eyed, then collapsed back onto it trying to catch my breath.
‘O please organise that,’ I whimpered. ‘I need you to finish off on me, I’m dying to drink you Logan, don’t make me wait any longer,’ I begged.
Logan
If she seriously thought that I was arranging another of her filthy fantasies she was sorely mistaken. Watching her getting off on my talking down to her filled me with horror, it was degrading. Mum would be mortified if she knew how I really made my money, but to find out I was treating women disrespectfully? She’d bloody kill me. I was open minded, but I had lines that I didn’t want to cross, that didn’t do it for me, and Yasmin was now several lines past that point. The sooner I wrapped this up and left, the better. She really wasn’t going to be happy when she tried to contact me again and got no response. I took a deep breath and pulled myself out of my boxers, my flaccid cock should be a perfect indicator of how unattractive she was to me when she was like this, but she was somewhere else, distracted imagining her fantasy as she waited for me to spill all over her. I frowned as I heard my iPhone ringing, it was my escort business line only and that ringtone was James, he’d only ring if there was an emergency. I jumped off the bed tucking myself back in, with Yasmin protesting behind me as I grabbed my phone and answered it.
‘Sir, if you can’t leave the house immediately by a rear exit, then please find somewhere to hide. Mr. Taylor’s Ferrari has just passed through the gates.’
‘What?’ I uttered, horrified. ‘He’s supposed to be away.’
‘We can discuss the inconvenience of his last minute change of plans when you’re safely back in the car, not having been found in bed with his wife.’
‘Shit. Shit,’ I muttered as I started grabbing my discarded clothes.
‘You’ll need to climb over the wall surrounding the estate, I’m parked on the grass verge opposite the gates. Might I suggest you hurry?’
‘Understood.’ I cut him off and shot a look over at Yasmin sprawled naked on the bed, her fingers wedged up her cunt already. ‘Your husband’s on his way up the drive. How do I get out?’
‘Fuck. You’re joking, right?’ she gasped as she sat up. ‘He’s not due back for two days.’
‘Well it seems there’s been a change of bloody plans,’ I shot back. ‘Exit? Where is it?’
‘Crap, I just heard the front door, if he comes straight up you’re too late, he’ll see you trying to leave the room. French doors over there, quickly, there’s a little balcony you can hide on while I try and distract him so you can sneak past to the bedroom door.’
‘Bloody great,’ I muttered as I strode past her, my kit gathered against my bare chest as she quickly wrapped a towel around herself. I opened the doors and stepped out, pulling them behind me but leaving them slightly ajar and tucked myself against the wall, out of view. I knew coming back here was a mistake, I’d never gone back to a client’s house, and this is why I booked hotel suites. But she’d been insistent they were having a golf weekend away, with a night in the city tonight. I heard raised voices drifting through and had a horrible feeling I was going to be out here all damn night. I carefully put my shoes down and tied the laces together, quietly pulled on my trousers, then my loose shirt and hung my shoes around my neck. I looked over the edge of the balcony and decided to risk it, and hoisted myself over the wrought iron railings. Thank God I had strong arm muscles, I thought as I dangled myself from the metalwork, then dropped to the ground.
‘Fuck!’ I cursed as I landed awkwardly and my ankle turned. I hobbled barefoot around the edge of the house, and groaned as I realised I’d left my socks behind, at the edge of the damn bed. I figured I couldn’t do much about them, that was Yasmin’s problem, I needed to get out of here in case he found them and came looking for me. I wasn’t going to risk messing around with my shoes, so I tested putting weight on my foot and gritted my teeth as I jogged down the drive. The wrought iron gate looked an easier option than the wall, so I chucked my shoes through the gap and jumped when James suddenly stuck his head around the brick pillar.
‘Need some assistance, Sir?’ he grinned.
‘Shit, what are you doing here anyway?’ I asked as I grasped the railings and pulled myself up to the top of them.
‘I never went anywhere, I knew that woman was trouble and I thought you might want to leave early so I sat waiting over the road in case you needed me.’
‘You’re a life saver,’ I advised as I managed to flip myself over the top.
‘I was in the Scouts, Sir. Always be prepared,’ he nodded. I chuckled and dropped myself down, landing on the other side and swore again.
‘Are you ok, Sir?’
‘Twisted my damn ankle jumping off the balcony.’
‘I suggest we make ourselves scarce and I’ll pull up and look at it, in case you need hospital treatment.’
‘I’ll be fine, thanks James, but I do wonder how Mrs. Taylor is going to explain being naked with an orgasm flush, brown eyes and streaked hair, plus a pair of my socks on the floor,’ I advised as we made our way across the lane to the car.
‘Now if you’d been in the forces, Sir, you’d have been better prepared as you’d have known the expression “Hands off cocks, on with socks,”’ he chuckled as he opened the rear door for me.
‘Then next time I’m caught in the act it will be my immediate first move,’ I laughed as I started to button up my shirt.
Client Evaluation
Logan
I sat back in the Merc with my throbbing ankle up on the back seat and closed my eyes as I blew out a deep breath. That had to have been the worst booking ever. No, in fact it was the worst sexual experience of my life ever. I really must be maturing if the prospect of just any old hole to fill no longer gave me an instant hard-on. I sincerely hoped that it was just a reflection of my lack of desire for Yasmin and her particular kinks, and not a sign that my libido was suddenly on the fritz. If that was what got her off, fair enough, everyone had a thing that did it for them, it just obviously wasn’t for me.
‘Do you need me to take you to the hospital, Sir?’ James asked and I opened my eyes and smiled at him in the rear view mirror.
‘Thanks, but I’m sure it will be fine,’ I nodded. I hitched up my suit trousers and examined it with another grimace. It was actually already swelling and turning purple. I couldn’t afford that with my training and other activities. ‘Actually on second thoughts, if it’s not too much trouble yes, please. I may have torn a ligament or something looking at the bruising and swelling.’
‘I hope she was worth it.’
‘Most definitely not,’ I replied.
‘Then I’ll take you and stay with you, then get you home after.’
‘We could be there for hours, I can get a taxi,’ I protested.
‘If you’re given crutches I can help you, it’s no trouble. The little blighters will be getting up at around seven so I’d prefer not to head home before nine anyway. At least by then they’ll have worn off some of that early morning energy,’ he smiled. I laughed, still fi
nding it amazing that an ex-marine was scared of a couple of toddlers.
Forty minutes later we arrived at The Royal London Hospital and another three hours later I came out on crutches, in a plaster cast, having sustained a simple fracture. I wasn’t best pleased, that was going to fuck up my forthcoming appointments on the sexual front, for eight to twelve weeks. I had a seriously busy day ahead of me in trying to reorganise all of those. It had also been rather embarrassing explaining that I’d sustained my injury dropping off a first floor balcony. I silently cursed Yasmin for ever having suggested we go back to hers. I should have known better. James helped me into my loft style apartment and made me laugh by insisting I immediately take more painkillers. He settled me into my large sofa with my foot raised on a footstool, made me a black coffee, which he handed to me along with a bottle of water and a glass, then went to prepare a large cooked breakfast for me. I insisted he do it for the two of us, it was the least I could offer. We sat on the sofa and ate together, before he cleared up for me.
‘Right, I’d better leave. Will you be ok today, Sir?’
‘I’ll be fine, thanks. I just need to do some reorganising then I’ll take some painkillers and get to bed for some well overdue sleep.’
‘I’ll come and call on you daily. If you need any food shopping done, just let me know and I can pick it up and bring it around. Don’t get up,’ he warned as he saw me struggling to sit up properly. ‘I can see myself out.’
‘James, what would I do without you?’ I smiled sincerely. ‘You’re a life saver.’
‘Maybe you could award me another medal, Sir. No weight on that ankle. I’ll come over tomorrow at about ten o’clock if that suits?’
‘Perfect, thank you.’ I watched him leave and sighed, rubbing my hands over my face. My stubble was already growing, but I couldn’t even be bothered to get up to shave. I took out my phone and deleted Yasmin’s file, then constructed a carefully worded email, in case tonight’s events had left her husband feeling a little paranoid. Ian already had a personal training website set up for me, to which the Logan Steele email address was linked, so if Eoin did find it and tried to trace me, it would look perfectly legitimate, while making it quite clear to Yasmin that I wouldn’t be taking any further requests from her.
Dear Yasmin,
I wanted to thank you for all your assistance in helping me get my venture off the ground a few years ago. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed getting to know you and helping improve your flexibility and stamina. Sadly, as my client list is rapidly growing, I find that I’m in a position where I need to prioritise those who are in need of the most assistance. Given the last few years spent with you, we have pretty much covered all bases, so I believe that you’ve reached your goal and you’re ready to go it alone, without any further assistance from me. You’ve reached the pinnacle of what you were trying to achieve when we first started and I’m happy that I was able to assist with that in some small way, but I can’t see what more I can offer you. Keep your sessions going, practice certainly does make perfect. With my eternal gratitude and best wishes. Logan.
I pressed send and blocked her email address, then deleted it from my records. Yasmin was on her own moving forward with her ventures into finding the ultimate filthy experience to satisfy her needs, I definitely wasn’t the man for that job anymore. I sighed as I wondered how many times she’d try and contact me to try and talk me out of my decision, or to book me again, and wondered if Summer had tried to contact me since our booking last week. I could never see myself getting tired of her. I wondered if I’d been too rash blocking her email. Would seeing her again really hurt? I nearly laughed as I heard myself ask that question in my head. Of course it would. The first woman in years who’d got to me, that I couldn’t stop thinking about, that I imagined I was with when I was with another client? Of course it would hurt, having her again and watching her walk away was going to hurt like hell, far worse than this damn broken ankle.
A week later I was sitting with my plaster cast raised, James had just dropped off some food shopping for me and the Sunday papers, advising that I may find today’s headline rather interesting. He winked as he left. I picked up the paper and chuckled. Splashed across the front page was a picture of Yasmin and Eoin with the headline “Shock Celebrity Split.” I read on with interest. Sources close to the couple claimed that Eoin was seeing a top divorce lawyer in London on the grounds of adultery, evidence of an affair having been discovered when he returned home from a stag weekend early as he missed his wife. Sources also claimed that Yasmin was distraught. I bet she was, I thought. No more access to his millions, and if he was granted a divorce for adultery, her settlement would likely be greatly diminished. I wondered if it was my socks that had been the cause for their downfall? If he hadn’t found them she could probably have talked her way out of the state of herself, though the contacts, vajazzle and stretched cunt and arse would have taken a lot more explaining. Either way, I kind of felt happy for Eoin. She’d turned into a bloody nightmare and given she was fucking that many guys behind his back, as well as contemplating the risk of going bareback, he was better off without her.
I thanked my lucky stars to be rid of her as well, and that my STD checks had all come back clear. While I didn’t plan on ever seeing Summer again, contacting her to say “By the way I gave you Herpes” would have definitely fucked up any chance I had with her. I may still be undecided about her, but for now we were in a good place and I wanted to keep it that way in case I ever changed my mind. At least at the moment, the door on that possibility hadn’t been closed and that made me smile even harder, as well as spring an erection that demanded immediate attention.
Ménage for the Night
Nine months had passed since the filthy night with Yasmin Taylor. Thankfully my clients in between had requested more conservative fantasies, dressing up as a cowboy, sex in an opera box, on top of a brand new Lamborghini in a city car park in daylight. Those sort of jobs I could carry out without reservation. Those jobs I was born to perform. My next client is Ava Renshaw. Another regular, she’s the bored housewife of a successful international banker, who spends much of his time abroad, leaving her home alone and frustrated. While she loved the sessions we had, she kept telling me that she was craving more and that her fantasy was to be filled by two guys at the same time, but she was too self-conscious to go to a sex club like 710. I’d had to cancel our last appointment due to a broken ankle, and this had been the earliest we could agree on another booking. I contacted one of my friends in the business, Trey Douglas, my go to guy for clients with an MMF fantasy. We’re about to show Ava why two sets of hands, as well as other appendages, are better than one.
Prologue
Logan
My name is Logan Steele. I’m devilishly handsome, seriously ripped, well hung, charismatic and highly sexed. Women just can’t resist me. So when I lost my job in the construction industry and was struggling for cash, I decided to put my assets to good use.
By day I’m a private personal fitness trainer. By night I’m a high class escort.
I don’t advertise my sexual services anymore, I have a long client list that come to me through word of mouth. I’m that good that I’m booked months in advance. Scores of women pay me extortionately high fees to fulfil their fantasies. And for the most part I do. I have a strict set of rules that I abide by, which are provided in the full contract that you’ll receive along with the booking form, if accepted. I’ve bullet pointed an abridged version below, just so you’re clear before you send me an email request:
Rules my clients must comply with are:
I must see a picture in advance.
I can decline the booking request without explanation.
I can only be booked for the night.
All sexual acts must be consensual.
I will provide you with a report to complete. Then I will choose the setting for our meeting based on your scenario.
I am flown first class or by private jet if I
am required to work abroad.
In the event of the above, I will provide my dietary requirements in advance.
I will perform a full background check.
I base my variable charge on the scenario being requested.
“No” rules that I stipulate are:
No bareback.
No minors.
No physical violence.
Nothing illegal.
No form of emotional attachment during or after the event. I am merely performing a sexual or companion service.
No contact after the event, unless it is for a new booking.
And my absolute number one rule, without exception is:
Full payment up front, which is non-refundable. There is no requirement for a refund clause, I never fail to perform.
So, now you are aware of my rules for the night and are about to contact me, all that remains to be asked is “Who do you want me to be?”
Logan Steele
I took a deep breath as I checked my appearance in the mirror again and straightened my dark grey tie, before shrugging on my light grey suit jacket. It was nearly time to leave for my next appointment with one of my regulars, Ava Renshaw. I actually had a soft spot for Ava. She wasn’t like some of my other clients, fake, self-centred and spoilt. She was a damned attractive brunette, in her mid-forties, but she still had a killer figure. She was married to money. David Renshaw was a very successful international banker, but it seemed he was more turned on by his money than his wife. Their sex life was non-existent, and while Ava didn’t want to cheat, she was starved of attention and affection, often left at home while he travelled overseas. She saw hiring me as less of a sin than getting emotionally involved with another man. I was just providing her with sex where she was lacking, nothing more nothing less.
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