Filthy for the Night (For The Night #3) Read online

  ‘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 drinks and food, 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?’

  ‘I don’t,’ advised Logan. ‘Yasmin, would you like any accessories.’

  ‘I think I have enough,’ I giggled as I looked around at all the guys who’d followed us in, all with visible boners tenting their trousers.

  ‘Then I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy your evening, I’m just down the hall if you need me,’ she confirmed as she put her hand on Logan’s forearm. I glared at her, giving her a clear warning to back off and she quickly shut the door behind her.

  ‘Right, gentlemen. Yasmin is looking for a very filthy evening, how about you all strip and make that happen for her. Nothing that will leave a mark or bruise and no fisting, otherwise anything goes. Vaginal, anal, double penetration, blow jobs, hand jobs, tit fucks but the most important rule of all is that she loves come, particularly all over her body, her face and on her tongue. Have I left anything out?’ Logan directed the question at me, as a murmur of approval went around the room. I could hardly believe I was about to do this. I knew the four footballers, but three of the guys were total strangers, unless you counted the fact that one of them was a well-known soap actor.

  ‘I’d like to have some orgasms myself while you’re at it,’ I suggested as the guys started stripping.

  ‘Babe, that’s a given,’ chuckled DB as he dropped his boxers and I licked my lips at the sight of his thick dark member with its bulbous circumcised head. I looked over at Logan. He’d removed his jacket and had tossed it over the back of a seat and was rolling up his shirt sleeves.

  ‘I want you first,’ I breathed as I looked at him and felt someone else’s hand caressing my backside.

  ‘I’m just here to watch and direct. I told you, you need to be warmed up for my cock, unless you fancy stitches and sitting on a rubber ring for a week after?’ he asked as he lowered himself into one of the chairs and leaned back with his firm thighs spread and his arms stretched across the back rest. ‘So, get on your knees, I want to see you suck every guys cock before they get you on the bed.’

  I did as I was told, my hands shaking with excitement. I’d always longed for this, to be treated like a dirty whore, used and abused by lots of different men. I soon forgot about the fact that I couldn’t see Logan as the guys surrounded me, and picked out DB’s large dark cock first and hungrily pulled it into my mouth, sucking eagerly as two of the guys next to me starting slapping my face with their erections. I reluctantly pulled away and took a few deep breaths of needed air before slurping on one after another, revelling in the groans filling my ears and the room. As I went to start the rounds again, DB suddenly yanked me to my feet, and flipped me upside down with a squeal. Before I knew it he was holding me around the waist, his erect cock at my mouth, while his face was between my legs sucking on my clit as someone’s hands grabbed and tugged on my nipples. I felt myself flooding as the thought of being used like this really got me off, so I grabbed his cock and hand pumped it as I sucked. DB was slurping, but as fast as he licked me clean, I was gushing again. I occasionally came up for breaths of air with a scream of delight.

  ‘Gentlemen, why don’t you take this t
o the bed. I think Yasmin would like to be filled three ways, with an additional cock in each hand. Please play nice, share and rotate, condoms if you enter her rear or cunt,’ came Logan’s voice.

  ‘O God,’ I groaned as DB spun me around again, leaving me light headed as he set me down on the floor. I barely had a chance to catch my breath before one of the guys lay on the bed and I was lifted and lowered onto his erect cock with a scream of delight. I was impaled by a total stranger, the thought was electrifying. Someone forced my head down towards him and he started kissing me vigorously. I let out a moan as I felt the chill of lubricant being smeared around my rear entrance. The guy I was sitting on gripped my shoulders and levered me up a little, and someone tugged my hair and I was confronted with a wall of toned stomach and a white smaller cock in front of me which I quickly started sucking as my hands were grabbed and wrapped around two larger members. When the fifth guy started pushing at my backside I started to tremble. I was going to come already, I’d had anal before, but never DP. I let out a muffled scream of pleasure as my arse was breached, and both guys began to thrust into my rear holes as I desperately tried to remember to suck and stroke the other cocks as the same time. Hands were squeezing and kneading my breasts at the same time and I’d never felt so full or dirty. I had to stop sucking and scream as a violent climax tore through my body.

  ‘Switch.’

  I was vaguely aware of Logan’s order as my body was lifted and everyone changed places. After the fifth switch I’d started to lose track of who was where as I sucked, stroked and squeezed the various sized cocks in each of my orifices and hands. I’d already come about seven times and was shaking all over. Even at the height of all this pleasure, the one overriding thought was I got to have Logan at some stage in the evening. Seven cocks yet still I craved his, his was better than all of them put together. I sobbed as another orgasm over took me. I could almost die from pleasure overload. The sounds of moans, grunts and groans filled the room and I smiled internally at how much this would be getting Logan off as he watched.

  ‘I want you to lay her on her back while each of you takes it in turns to bring her to orgasm with your fingers or tongue while the others kiss, lick and stroke her body. Then I want you all to come on her chest and face.’

  ‘Logan,’ I mewled as I felt myself being lifted and carefully laid down. He knew how to fulfil every woman’s fantasy perfectly.

  Logan

  I’d ordered myself a bottle of water and a freshly cut lime while they were all at it, no one had even noticed the movement, or the fact that I opened the door to accept the delivery, pour myself a glass and sit back down again. They were all too focussed on getting Yasmin and themselves off. I thought I’d be turned on watching her taking a good pounding, DB was the closest to me in terms of physical stamina and prowess by the looks of it, but it did nothing for me. In fact if anything, I felt a little sick as I watched. Was this really what I wanted to keep doing for the next however many years? With each regular client craving more and more kink to get themselves off? I wasn’t adverse to the odd ménage myself, but group and orgies did nothing for me. I’d been there, done that, and ticked it off the list. My needs had changed as I’d gotten older. With sex now, I wanted it to be about me and the woman I was connecting with, I chuckled silently as I heard myself. I sounded like a bloody woman, but it was about the connection you shared with another person, not just about getting yourself off. I could get myself off with my hand any time, with a woman I wanted more. I loved to take my time, really make a woman feel special, to hear her sob only my name as I gave her countless hours of pleasure. That got me off with my clients, not seeing something like this where a woman just needed any old cock regardless.

  I glanced up at the mirrored ceiling and gave a wink and a smile when I saw Yasmin reflected there, looking at me as she panted, with some strangers face between her legs, making loud sucking noises as the guys groaned and started stroking themselves as they kneeled on the bed around her. It was a serious cockfest, short, fat, skinny, average, circumcised, coloured, pale and white. I didn’t relish the thought of having to fuck her after all of those cocks had been up there, even though they’d worn rubbers for the actual penetration, that was the one thing I made sure to keep my eye on. If she was going to catch something, it wouldn’t be on my damn watch. When she met my eyes in the mirror, she bucked and half sat up, clutching the hair of the guy giving her head as she climaxed. When she fell back onto the mattress, the first guy offloaded and white ribbons curled out all over her big inflated tits and slutty cheap bra, and she cried out in pleasure.

  I downed some water as Yasmin fulfilled one of her briefs as they all coated her in come and she dipped her fingers in it and sucked. The sounds of her climaxes took me back to last week, to the hotel suite with my last client Summer. Now that was my idea of the perfect fantasy. A sweet, gorgeous natural woman experiencing orgasms and sex for the first time, having booked me only because some dickhead had tried to force himself on her and had put her off trying ever since. The way she’d put herself in my hands, literally, trusting me to take care of her and show her how amazing sex could be, what her body could feel. I felt my cock stiffen at the thought of it. She’d been so grateful and eager to learn, the perfect student and the perfect woman, my perfect woman and I’d let her go. I’d deleted her file and blocked her email to avoid any complications, though I did still know where she lived. I wondered if she was thinking about me, I liked to think that she was, that somehow our encounter had affected her deeply, as much as it had me. I shook myself off as the guys started getting dressed and the level of chatter increased. Yasmin just lay on the bed, globs of semen all over her, on her face, in her hair, slowly dripping off her sides onto the sheet below. I pitied the poor cleaners who worked here. I nodded to each of the guys who filtered slowly out and placed an order for more water, caffeine, a club sandwich, fries and cheesecake for Yasmin, figuring she’d need some energy after being fucked by seven guys, then a Caesar salad and a couple of bananas for myself and waited for her to come around.

  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 Ya
smin 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?