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  ‘Ava, baby, I’m going to come, if you’re not prepared to swallow, you’d better let me know right now,’ he groaned. I opened my eyes, looked up at his and nodded my head, signalling my approval and he gently clasped my face, as he thrust harder and started to pant. Logan was grunting as well and my pussy was flooding with each determined entry, the pleasure building up inside me at speed. ‘Ava,’ yelled Trey, as he rammed into my mouth and I felt him pumping his hot load down my throat.

  I swallowed quickly and gasped in some air as he pulled out and lay on his back next to me. I was right, he was sweeter than Logan. He reached out and laced his fingers with mine, as I started to pant and thrash my head. I squeezed Trey’s hand hard, Logan was taking no prisoners with this session. I felt my legs tense as my shoulders powered down into the mattress and my spine curved upwards, as I started to sob. The pleasure was too much.

  ‘Ava, come for me, let me have it,’ Logan growled as I fought against my inevitable climax.

  ‘Give it up, Ava,’ Trey whispered in my ear. ‘You know how good it’s going to feel once you let go. When Logan’s done, I want to bury myself inside you, I want to put that look of exquisite agony on your beautiful face.’

  ‘Logan?’ I whimpered, as I looked up into his dark grey shining eyes.

  ‘I’ve got you, Ava, come for me, now,’ he demanded. I nodded as my mouth dropped and I relaxed my body, which automatically jerked as an orgasm exploded internally, rippling its way out through my body, scalding every nerve ending. It felt sinful, to have two men attending to me, but sinfully hot. I’d never felt so wicked or sated before in my life, and I knew that we were only just beginning. As I sank back in sheer bliss, Logan came with a roar, his cock flexing inside me, setting off my body into more spasms and I sobbed as Trey soothed me by stroking my hair. I felt Logan ease his way out of me and heard him head into the bathroom, then the sound of splashing water before he returned. The bed beside me dipped and he tucked up against my side and kissed my cheek. ‘Didn’t I tell you two sets of hands would be better than one?’ he asked and I could sense the smile on his face.

  ‘You did and you didn’t lie,’ I sighed.

  ‘Have a rest for a minute, because I want you next, from behind while you suck on Logan,’ Trey advised, as he tilted my head towards him and kissed me gently on the lips. ‘You are one beautiful woman, Ava. What’s wrong with your husband? If you were mine I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.’

  ‘Exactly what I’ve been telling her for ages,’ agreed Logan, as his fingers circled my navel. ‘She deserves to be treated better.’

  ‘To have someone worship this hot tight little body on a nightly basis,’ Trey nodded, as he kissed me again.

  ‘I could say the same about both of you,’ I smiled. ‘You’re very attractive men. Why don’t you have women in your lives? Why must you resort to this occupation to have sex?’

  ‘We don’t “resort”’ Trey scoffed. ‘You make it sound as if we were desperate and this was our only option. Neither of us would have a problem having sex whenever we wanted it, or getting a girlfriend. I’m still young, I don’t want to be tied down to one woman yet. I can enjoy myself and get paid for it, why would I want that commitment?’

  ‘You are young,’ I agreed, as my cheeks flushed at the reminder. ‘I get that, but what about you, Logan?’ I asked, as I looked over at him.

  ‘Are you implying I’m old?’ he asked, one eyebrow sexily raised in amusement.

  ‘Not old, not by my standards anyway, but older than Trey. Don’t you want to settle down one day and have a family?’

  ‘I still have plenty of time to do that, thank you,’ he smiled.

  ‘You’ve not met her yet?’

  ‘Her?’ he enquired.

  ‘The woman who makes your heart stop, gives you the stomach butterflies and you can think of no one but her?’

  ‘That’s a fantasy dreamt up and perpetuated by women,’ he retorted with a slight roll of his eyes.

  ‘I refuse to believe that men aren’t just as emotionally drawn to the opposite sex, as we are to them, they just do a better job of hiding it,’ I smiled.

  ‘What about you, Ava?’ Trey asked, as his fingers gently traced one of my nipples, making it pucker and peak again. I bit my bottom lip as I squirmed with pleasure again. ‘Did you ever feel like that about anyone?’

  ‘Once,’ I sighed.

  ‘Your husband?’ he asked.

  ‘No,’ I laughed. ‘My husband was a convenience. He was never the love of my life and I doubt he ever will be. Though he’s kind when I see him, I should be more grateful. He never treats me badly and buys me lots of jewels.’

  ‘That’s treating you badly,’ snorted Logan. ‘Jewels are all well and good, but they don’t make up for lack of affection. You say he was never the love of your life? You had one?’

  ‘I did,’ I sighed as I thought of Farrokh. I’d grown up with him, back in Iran, where the rest of my family still lived. ‘He had the most amazing kind brown eyes and warm smile. He made me laugh every day. I thought that we were to be engaged, but my father decided his family didn’t have enough wealth to make him viable as a suitor, so he chose David for me instead.’

  ‘Is he with someone else now too?’ asked Logan, as I stared up at the ceiling with some tears of sadness in my eyes.

  ‘I have no idea, his family moved soon after I left for England.’

  ‘What was his name?’

  ‘Attar, Farrokh Attar,’ I nodded. I’d never forget his name, I’d never forget him, nor those butterflies that stirred in my stomach just at the thought of him.

  ‘Ava Attar, it has a nice ring to it,’ Trey confirmed with a kiss to my shoulder.

  Logan

  I felt sorry for her. It was obvious she was still in love with this man from her past, her marriage to David having just been one of convenience and monetary value to her family. It made me so angry that there were still customs like that out there. What was wrong with falling in love and marrying someone you were passionate about? Why did tradition and finances have to play a role at all? I closed my eyes for a moment, as I thought about her words. “The woman who makes your heart stop, gives you the stomach butterflies and you can think of no one but her.” I knew that I’d found her already, Summer was that woman for me. I’d never experienced that weird sensation in my stomach before her, the one I wouldn’t admit to having, in case it made me seem weak. I’d also never thought about a woman so much, not even Lucy, who I’d dated for six weeks, my longest relationship ever. One night with Summer had me whipped. If only she felt the same about me. If only I didn’t do this damn job, that ensured she’d never feel the same way about me.

  I turned my attention back to Ava, I needed something to take my mind off my inappropriate infatuation with that damn woman. I moved my hand down Ava’s stomach and slowly grazed her mound. It was unusual nowadays to find a woman with pubic hair, even in a neat landing strip like hers was. I slipped two fingers up inside her, she was still moist from my attentions earlier and I smiled as she let out a soft cry. That smile turned to a grimace, as she reached down and grasped my rapidly swelling cock in her hand. My sexual appetite was expanding exponentially the more I dreamed of Summer. I was masturbating multiple times daily, so to feel the fingers of a woman I didn’t find totally repulsive, curled around my shaft, was heady. I groaned and parted my thighs, as her hand moved up and down my cock and I gently finger fucked her. Trey had lowered his head to her nipple and was pulling on it with his teeth, while guiding her right hand around his hardened cock. His bounce back speed was as impressive as mine. I leaned down and kissed her, as I worked my fingers inside her faster. I could feel her need to climax again building inside her, the way her muscles were gripping my fingers, her arousal coating them as she flexed her hips against me. The more I built her up, the harder she gripped me and I heard Trey let out a groan, as he lifted his head from her swollen bullet pointed breast.

  ‘Damn it,
Ava. I need inside you now. Roll onto your stomach,’ he ordered. I pulled my fingers out and put them into her mouth for her to suck clean. The way she pulled on them had me longing for her to suck my cock the same way. I rolled her over as Trey leapt up and went to get a condom and I moved up the bed and lay on my back, parted my legs and she settled between them, laying a trail of kisses up the inside of my thighs. She started to kiss my heavy balls as Trey appeared and grabbed a pillow, which he slid under her hips, to angle her backside up in the air. I closed my eyes as she wrapped her fists around my cock and licked my wet head, trying to imagine it was Summer.

  Trey

  I kneeled on the floor and gripped her buttocks, parting them to look at her soft pink clenched rear. If I had to choose a favourite part on a woman, it would be the backside. So damn sexy when you saw it in a pair of tight jeans, or a dress or skirt. Even sexier with just a thong splitting it, or naked, waiting for my attention. I lowered my head and licked her wet slit, Logan had worked her up well, she was drenched again. I slurped hungrily on her and heard her cries muffled by Logan’s cock in her mouth. She tensed as I moved up, putting pressure with my tongue on her perineum, as I slid two fingers inside her, hooking them to skim over her g-spot which made her relax again. I smiled and licked my lips, I loved the taste of her, sweet like honey. What the fuck was wrong with her husband? He had to be gay to resist a woman like this.

  She squealed as I applied my tongue to circle her ring, I’d warrant her prissy husband had never rimmed her, it wasn’t something I’d ever seen Logan do either, in the few sessions we’d shared. I licked harder and she started to tremble, but spread her thighs and thrust herself up against my mouth. I groaned, I loved a woman who appreciated me tonguing her rear, it was so damn hot. I removed my fingers, sucked my middle one clean and applied my wet index finger, gently pushing and growling as I heard her high pitched cry as I breached her and delved deeply. Damn it if that didn’t make my cock swell harder. I was going to have to fuck her soon, I needed to unload again. Logan had warned me no anal sex unless she consented, I seriously hoped she would later. I’d love to take this virgin rear of hers. I heard Logan groan and looked over her arse cheeks to see he had his eyes closed, one arm flung across his face, the other hand gently pushing the back of her head down onto him.

  I quickly scrambled up and gripped her hips as I kneeled on the bed behind her and thrust into her with a loud groan. She’d rival some of the younger women I’d been with for tightness and that was even after Logan had stretched her first. I was careful to show some restraint, remembering Logan’s warning that while we weren’t here to make love to her gently, neither were we here to fuck her hard, the way both of us preferred to fuck. She was somewhere in the middle and while I was being paid, what the client wanted, the client got. I made sure to move my hips, just how Logan had shown me, to make sure I came at her from all angles, increasing her pleasure. Before I started in this profession, sex was all about me, how hard I could fuck, how fast I could come, how many blow jobs I could score.

  I’d never imagined I’d find taking my time and giving a woman pleasure so enjoyable. The better I made it for her, the more grateful she was and the more attention and care she paid to me. I was the sexual equivalent of eBay. Money exchanged hands, I gave and received, offered full protection and a cast iron guarantee to deliver in a timely fashion. She released Logan from her mouth for a second to cry out, as I ploughed into her, bringing us both to a fast climax, before she pulled him back in, to let him release in her mouth. I pulled out and went to the bathroom to clean up and when I returned, Logan had tucked her up in bed and was kissing her forehead. He flicked his head to the lounge as he pulled up his boxers, followed me out and closed the door as I pulled mine back on.

  ‘She needs to rest for a while, she’s not used to multiple orgasms.’

  ‘I don’t get why, she’s a hell of a sexy woman.’

  ‘Agreed. No matter how sexy she may be, she’s the wrong sex for her husband,’ he said quietly, as he took a seat and pulled his mobile out.

  ‘He’s gay?’ I asked, not totally surprised at the revelation.

  ‘Yes, though she’s unaware of the fact. Her STD tests were clear, I wouldn’t put you in danger. Will you order some room service? I need a cheese, ham and potato omelette, coffee, more water and a bowl of fruit. Order whatever you need as well and some soup, bread and butter and a slice of cheesecake for Ava too. I have a call to make.’

  ‘Do you need some privacy?’ I asked.

  ‘No, but thanks for the offer,’ he nodded as he lifted his phone to his ear. I picked up the main landline and ordered our food.

  The Bathroom

  Ava

  I woke up to feel the heat of someone’s breath and lips on my forehead and opened my eyes to see Logan leaning over me.

  ‘Hey, how are you feeling?’

  ‘Pleasantly exhausted, thank you,’ I smiled.

  ‘I’ve got you your favourite soup, some bread and butter and I heard that you had a thing for New York cheesecake.’

  ‘How do you know these things?’ I laughed, as I sat up and pulled the duvet up around my chest.

  ‘It’s my job,’ he grinned, as he placed the tray on my lap. ‘When you’ve eaten, we’re going to have a shower. It will wake you up and get you ready for round two.’

  ‘How many rounds were you planning on?’ I enquired, not sure how much strength I had left in me.

  ‘At least two, more if you’re still conscious,’ he winked. ‘Are you feeling ok? We weren’t too rough with you?’

  ‘I’m great. You weren’t rough at all, it was … hot.’

  ‘Even the anal play?’

  ‘Yes,’ I whispered, as I blushed. ‘Is that wrong?’

  ‘Not if you enjoyed it, no. Trey’s a serious bottom man. Me, I’m more about the breasts and clit.’

  ‘Then it seems I really struck lucky, getting the combination of the two of you. You’re not eating?’

  ‘I’ve eaten, Trey’s just finishing up. Is that enough for you?’

  ‘More than enough, thank you,’ I nodded, as I tucked in. Having sex with Logan always worked up an appetite.

  Logan led me by the hand into the bathroom before dropping his boxers and turning on the rain shower. I stood below it and ran my hands over my face and up through my hair, tugging out the pony tail band and tossing it to the side. I felt Logan’s hands on my hips as he kissed my temple and reached up for the expensive body wash, pouring some into his hands. I closed my eyes and sighed as I felt him applying his lathered up hands to my shoulders, his thumbs massaging deep into the back of my shoulder blades. I let out a moan as I felt another pair of hands on my collar bones and opened my eyes to see Trey had joined us. He smiled at me, a dazzling melt your knickers smile, except I wasn’t wearing any. How the hell had I ended up with these two hot men paying such attention to me? Well I know I’d paid them, but even so, what a combination. I’d warrant both would top the charts for dark and blond haired men, not to mention their physiques. Trey had abs just as delicious as Logan’s, though he was a bit bulkier with his enormous biceps and big rugby player’s thighs. His best feature though, without a doubt, was those blue eyes. I could drown in those lagoons. He started soaping up my breasts, as Logan reached around to do my stomach. I felt giddy, the heat of the steam, four hands on me, the sexual tension rising, all had me in a spin. I’d experienced both men’s tongues, fingers and cocks already, yet I still craved more. Could I manage both at the same time? I wondered. It seemed such a shame to have the opportunity and to waste it. For now I gave into their slippery roving hands, as they massaged and kneaded.

  I dreaded to think what I looked like, I must have mascara running down my face, but as Trey’s lips found mine and I felt his erection tapping against my stomach, it didn’t appear to have dampened his ardour at all. I reached out to grip his waist, then slipped my hands around his slender hips to grasp his tight buttocks, they were like granite they were s
o solid, yet his skin was smooth and soft. When I dug my fingers into them, he mumbled something as he kissed me, clasping my face as Logan’s hands moved up to squeeze my breasts, his erection rubbing against my backside and lower back. They were getting me worked up again, I could feel myself lubricating internally, my pussy swelling in anticipation, as I tried to work out who was going to have me first. I felt myself suddenly being spun around and Logan’s lips replaced Trey’s, working me into a complete frenzy. Who the hell had taught him to kiss like that? He backed me up, until I felt Trey’s body behind mine and his breath on my ear.

  ‘Have you ever had a cock buried deep in that juicy pussy of yours, while someone sucks on your clit?’ Trey murmured as he nibbled on my ear.

  ‘No,’ I whimpered, as Logan kissed my neck on the other side and ground his erection against my stomach.

  ‘Then spread your legs because we’re about to make that happen. My cock, Logan’s tongue, two sets of pleasure down there, while I tug on these pert nipples of yours,’ he advised, as he gently pinched them. Logan stepped back and I did as I was told and felt Trey angling himself, parting me to nestle at my desperate opening. It didn’t matter that I’d had sex not a few hours ago, I felt like I hadn’t had it at all, my body was that desperate. Years of affection and attention being withheld, made me hyperaware and sensitive to any sexual stimulus at all.

  ‘Uh,’ I groaned, as Trey slid into me in one quick move as he gripped my hips. I kept my eyes on Logan, who stood in the pouring water in front of me and wiped the water and his hair out of his eyes with both palms, droplets of water following the groove in the centre of his delicious abs and running all the way down to that perfect cock of his. It was so straight, no hint of a curve at all. It disappeared out of sight, as did Logan’s face, as he dropped to his knees in front of me and I gasped again as Trey powered into me from behind, occasionally lifting me up onto my tiptoes with the force of his thrusts. I knew he was holding back though, just as Logan always did. I couldn’t handle hard and fast, Logan had tried once and it had been too much. ‘O God,’ I cried. That wasn’t too much however, a tongue flicking at my clit as Trey’s cock slid in and out of me. I looked down to see Logan palming my thighs, his face buried at the apex, as he circled my tender clit with the tip of his tongue. I felt like I was on fire, the heat being generated by the two of them working on me at once was incredible.