‘So … tired,’ she moaned as I lifted her up into my arms.
‘I can imagine, you’ve had quite the night. Did you enjoy it though?’
‘Amazing,’ she nodded as she fought to keep her eyes open.
‘Are you positive it’s safe for me to come back to yours?’
‘Hmmm. Staff will keep … quiet.’
‘I bet,’ I nodded, assuming she blackmailed them to keep quiet, just like my other client Camilla did.
‘Hmmm.’
‘Why don’t you sleep then, I’ll wake you up when we get there, ok?’ I heard a gentle snore and chuckled to see she’d already passed out. I carefully lay her on the back seat and got in, placing her head on my lap again. ‘Ok James, it’s safe for you to open your eyes now.’
‘Excellent. I felt like I was on night time manoeuvres again.’
‘Sorry.’
‘Not at all Sir, that’s what you are paying me for. Back to Mrs. Taylors?’
‘Yes, please.’
‘Did you have a good evening?’ he asked as he put his seatbelt on. Yasmin was snoring, so I knew it was safe to talk.
‘Not particularly, no. I’m feeling rather confused at the moment, I’m completely off my game tonight. I’m sure it’ll pass.’
‘And if it doesn’t?’
‘I can always make an honest living with my personal training, it would just … well I’m afraid if I followed that option it would mean I wouldn’t need your services so often.’
‘Don’t worry about me, Sir. Mr. Davenport still pays me a very generous annual salary and barely uses me as he’s not in London so much anymore. The extra money from you has been very nice, but it’s not required.’
‘Then is it too late for me to renegotiate my fee for this evening?’ I queried in jest as he turned the car and headed back towards the main road.
‘Far too late, Sir. Besides, the fee was to stay with you until I drop you home at whatever time that may be, and Mrs. Smith’s excited about looking after the grandchildren tonight. I’d prefer to return when they’ve been up for a few hours and have worn themselves out somewhat.’
‘You can infiltrate the most dangerous and highly secured areas in the world, and drop ten men single handedly, but you can’t handle a couple of youngsters?’ I laughed with a raised brow.
‘They’re animals at that age, especially on sugar overload. If the noise wasn’t bad enough, you take your eyes off them for a second and they’re gone. I’m getting far too old for all that, Sir. I prefer them when they are a little worn out and happy to sit and listen to me read to them, or watch some TV or a film.’
‘How old are they?’
‘A set of four year old twins, Sir.’
‘I had no idea you were a father, let alone a grandfather.’
‘Why would you, Sir? It’s not my job to bore you with details of my life.’
‘I’m not bored at all. Was fatherhood really amazing?’
‘Yes, and it still is. You may love your wife deeply, but nothing prepares you for the overwhelming surge of love that you have for your own child.’
‘So what made you change from the guy who used to sow his oats while he was in the forces, to a home loving family man?’
‘I met Mrs. Smith. She made me want to change, Sir.’
‘Simple as that?’
‘Simple as that. She’s my soul mate and from the moment I saw her I wanted no one else. I’ve never wanted anyone else since.’
‘Huh.’ I nodded and stuck out my bottom lip as my brow creased while I pondered his comments.
‘If you don’t mind me saying Sir, she’s really done quite a number on you.’
‘Yasmin?’ I asked, surprised as I caught his eye in the rear view mirror.
‘No, Sir. Miss Beresford. You’re different since you met her last week.’
‘Tell me about it,’ I sighed and looked at my reflection in the car window. She really had done a number on me.
Always be Prepared
Logan
The crunching of gravel alerted me to the fact that we’d arrived back at Yasmin’s property. James pressed the intercom to announce that he was returning her home and I looked out of the windscreen to see the wide black wrought iron gates slowly open.
‘Yasmin, wake up for me, we’re back at yours,’ I advised as I gently shook her shoulder.
‘What?’ she moaned.
‘We’ve arrived back at yours.’
‘Already?’
‘It’s nearly three in the morning,’ I smiled as she looked up at me. It was bizarre seeing her normally green eyes covered in those brown contact lenses, as well as that faded brown colour on her hair.
‘Really?’ she looked at me stunned.
‘Lots of sex does tend to leave one feeling tired,’ I chuckled.
‘It sure does. Come on then,’ she nodded as she struggled to right herself and James got out to open the door for her.
‘You’re sure the staff will be discreet?’ I frowned.
‘Please, this is me you’re talking to. I have them wrapped around my little finger,’ she confirmed before climbing out. I shook my head and got out myself.
‘Thanks James. Feel free to disappear for a few hours, as long as you’re back here to pick me up at say … eight?’ I suggested, checking my watch. It would take about an hour to get me home, which would have given him just over twelve hours on the clock.
‘Perfect, Sir. Ring me if you want me earlier.’
‘Thanks,’ I gave him a grateful smile and patted the back of his shoulder as I held Yasmin’s arm and escorted her to the front door, which was immediately opened for us.
‘Would you like something to drink or eat, Mrs. Taylor?’ asked the foreign maid who’d answered the door.
‘A pot of tea for me and maybe a scone with jam and cream.’
‘Sir?’
‘Do you have any cereal and fruit?’
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘A bowl of Weetabix please, preferably three, no sugar and plenty of milk and two bananas, and an apple if you have them. Still water, a slice of lime, lemon if you don’t have limes and no ice.’
‘Ok,’ she nodded.
‘Thanks,’ I smiled and she trotted off. ‘So, I think someone’s in need of a serious clean,’ I advised as I scooped Yasmin up into my arms. ‘Where’s the bathroom?’
‘We’ll use the master suite, up the stairs and I’ll direct you from there.’
Yasmin
I looked at his strong jawline as he carried me up, he was simply perfection. Those lips, that straight nose, square jaw and those grey eyes that rarely gave anything away. He was so strong as well, lifting me effortlessly like I was a rag. I couldn’t believe what he’d set up for me tonight. I thought the gangbang in the club had been filthy enough, but to have driven me out to the woods to a dogging site with random commoners fucking me? It was the most turned on I’d ever been, until Logan slammed into my stretched backside of course. A hundred men wouldn’t compare to having Logan fuck me. Part of me wanted him again, part of me was just too exhausted. I directed him into my bedroom and through the dressing room to the large master bathroom and he carefully deposited me on the chaise longue.
‘Do you mind if I run you a bath?’ he asked as he shrugged his jacket off. I shook my head as I lay sprawled and admired his strong forearms with the light dusting of dark hair, then his firm tight backside as he bent over to turn the dial to close the plug hole and turn on the taps. Pretty soon the room was filling with steam from the bath and radiating off me as I watched him moving about. He had to be the hottest man I’d ever seen. Damn him, if he was a multi-millionaire I’d quite happily settle down with him. I could only imagine how much better my sex life would be on a daily basis. Full of passion and kink, serious kink. He’d introduced me to bondage after the first couple of years of appointments, then I’d asked for threesomes, but then even that got a bit old and I’d needed something more to get me off. I wondered if the kinkier yo
u got, the kinkier you had to get to keep that high rolling? After tonight though, where else did I have to go? Gangbangs and dogging, having twelve men in one night, how could I possibly top that? The only other thrill would be doing it all bareback, to feel all that come leaking out of me, seeping down my slim thighs. That was risky though, who knows what I might catch. My head lolled to the door as I heard Consuela the maid calling. ‘I’ll get it,’ Logan smiled and disappeared.
Logan
I carried the tray through to the bathroom, poured Yasmin some tea and prepared her snack for her, cutting it into small pieces, she still looked totally wrecked. I devoured my cereal and fruit, it had been a long time since I’d eaten that light meal in the club and I was ravenous. As soon as I finished, I checked the temperature of the bath, removed her coat for her, then her stockings and suspenders and helped her down into the deep water.
‘You’re not getting in with me?’ she asked, looking surprised.
‘No, but I’ll help you get clean, lie back for me.’ I picked up a face cloth and dipped it into the water and lifted each arm and leg in turn soaping and rinsing her, then sat her up to do her chest, stomach and back. I carefully washed her hair for her, the temporary dye leeching down and staining the water surrounding her. Her hair was nearly back to its almost white bleached look, which I found far less attractive. She sighed as my fingers caressed her scalp, most women seemed to go malleable when I did that to them. Much like I did when the back of my neck was stroked.
‘How much would I have to pay you to only fuck me?’ she sighed. I stiffened up immediately.
‘That’s not how I work Yasmin, you know it’s not. One night at a time only.’
‘Well yes, but if I could pay you enough to have me as your only client?’
‘Well, from this profession I take home approximately £24,000 net per month, could you afford to pay me that without Eoin finding out?’
‘No,’ she sighed. ‘What if you just stopped fucking anyone else I know from now on? I don’t like the idea of you with any of my friends.’
‘I’m not your possession, Yasmin. I work for myself and choose who I do and don’t accommodate.’
‘But I don’t like it,’ she whined as I narrowed my eyes at the back of her head.
‘Remember that contract you sign each time you book me? No emotional attachment at any time. I’m not your boyfriend, I’m just the guy you pay to give you what you want for one night only, a few times per year.’
‘Are you a millionaire?’
‘That’s rather personal, I’ve already shared more than I should have. You need to just accept this for what it is, a working relationship. You pay me for a service and I provide it. So what else can I do for you, or are you all filthied out?’
‘I never got to taste you tonight,’ she advised as she looked up at me with big puppy eyes. I forced a smile.
‘No, you didn’t.’
‘I’d love to blow you.’
‘But I’d want you to enjoy it, for it to last, Yasmin. You know that you’re too good at blow jobs, and after watching you tonight, I’ll come in seconds,’ I lied, trying to find an excuse not to stick my cock in that mouth that had already had another eleven in it tonight.’
‘I’m not sure I can take you tonight Logan, I’m exhausted. I’m sore and ache all over.’
‘So how about we get you comfortable on the bed, I’ll kneel over your chest, stroke myself to completion and come all over your face?’
‘Now you’re talking,’ she giggled. ‘A Logan special always slips down well.’
‘Hmmm. How about I give you a massage if you’re aching too.’
‘O Logan, you’re too good to be true,’ she sighed.
Yasmin
Logan helped me out of the bath and swathed me in a towel before gently drying my hair and I winced as I saw the remains of the brown dye all over my formally white Egyptian cotton towel.
‘Sorry,’ he smiled.
‘I’ll buy more,’ I shrugged. I loved having money, I could buy pretty much anything I wanted, except Logan it seemed. He earned decent money, but nowhere near the amounts Eoin took home from his wages and lucrative sponsorship deals, along with his line of underwear and football trainers. I had certain expectations in terms of allowances per month and Eoin was able to fulfil those, Logan never would. I’d just have to make do with our quarterly appointments, and decided tomorrow I was going to come up with an idea for my next fantasy for him to fulfil. We’d long ticked off all the ones I’d previously come up with and I wondered how I was going to top tonight’s adventures. I smiled at him as he gathered up some bath sheets, slipped his arm around my waist and led me back into the bedroom. I dropped my towel and lay as seductively as I could on my stomach, looking coyly at him back over my shoulder and felt my heart race and stomach flutter as he stripped down to his bright tight white boxers, his muscles rippling. He seriously had a better body than all of the football players I’d seen, and I’d been with a lot of them before realising Eoin was going to be a big star and hedging my bets on him.
‘I take it after all this that you have some massage oil?’ he asked.
‘Bathroom, the tall corner unit. I have to give Eoin calf massages sometimes.’
‘With nothing in it for you?’ he called over his shoulder as he headed that way.
‘You cheeky sod,’ I gasped and flung a pillow in his direction. It didn’t even make it a quarter of the way across the large room and with his long legs he’d already disappeared. I watched him return and bit my lip as I took in the sight of him with a happy sigh.
‘Lie down flat. I’m going to work on your neck and back, then your hips and thighs, which are going to be feeling the strain from being fucked so hard all night when you wake up in the morning.’
‘I was fucked hard.’
‘And sucked, licked, stroked and wanked all over,’ he chuckled as he straddled the back of my thighs and I heard him rubbing his hands together. I groaned as he lay them on me, the warm oil feeling delicious, but not as delicious as the strokes he firmly rubbed along my tired muscles. ‘Why was tonight your fantasy?’
‘Getting filthy?’
‘Yes.’
‘It’s just so wrong that it’s so right. I’ve never had such a high.’
‘So sex doesn’t normally give you a high?’
‘It does with you, Logan,’ I sighed. ‘But Eoin isn’t exactly blessed in the cock department, or with knowing how to use it, or his fingers or tongue for that matter. As I can’t have you all the time, I need to get my kicks some other way.’ I pushed my shoulders back as he worked on them, expertly. He really was one amazing guy.
‘You don’t think you should have settled with a guy who gave you those kicks instead of going to look for them elsewhere?’
‘Why? I have his money and the celebrity lifestyle, then I can pay you or have affairs for the kink, kicks and filth. Either way I win all around.’
‘I guess you do. Roll over,’ he ordered as his body weight lifted from me. I turned between his thighs and smiled as I saw him looking at my pert breasts, thank God for the miracles of modern surgery. He slowly worked on each finger, pressing his thumb deep into my palm and then lightly over my wrists and I felt my skin prickle with a warm electric sensation, before he moved up my arms, then did my shoulders and collarbones, then slowly moved the sides of his hands down between my breasts and I let out a soft moan. The corner of one side of his lips curved up into a sexy, cocky smile. He knew exactly what effect he had on women, I wondered how that must feel, to know there wasn’t anyone that was immune to his charms?
‘Have you ever fucked a guy?’ I asked. Ordinarily the thought of guy guy was a complete turn off to me, but thinking of Logan getting it on with someone equally well hung and sexy was very arousing. That was a potential scenario for our next meeting.
‘No,’ he replied quickly with a frown. ‘I’m all about the woman. There’s nothing sexier than a woman with curves, tits and an a
rse and that hot, moist pink flesh that I can lose myself in for hours.’
‘I thought you loved anal? You enjoyed fucking mine early, it was sensational.’
‘It’s hot sometimes, but I just love a clit that’s super responsive.’
‘Any clit would be super responsive just looking at you, let alone having you touch or lick it,’ I sighed as I clenched my pussy tightly at the thought of him taking it in his lips and teeth, sucking it, flicking it. I squirmed my hips as I bit my lip.
‘Someone’s getting horny again,’ he observed as he worked on my stomach, inching closer and closer to my breasts as my chest heaved.
‘Yes,’ I breathed. ‘I’d like another orgasm before you finish off on me.’
‘Then I’m going to make that happen for you Yasmin, by kneading these big tits of yours, pulling and pinching those big brown nipples until they’re so tender you’ll be sobbing, then I’ll bite one as my tongue licks it so well you’ll be imagining it’s your clit I’m working on and you’ll soak yourself as you come, if you don’t, maybe I’ll reconsider feeding you my come.’
‘No,’ I gasped. ‘I want it, I need it, I deserve it after tonight.’
‘You deserve it?’ He arched his dark brows as he looked down at me then made me scream by pinching both nipples tightly between his thumb and forefinger. ‘You just lay there like a dirty bitch and took everything they gave you, let them pump you as you screamed and sobbed with pleasure, let them manhandle you, one up your backside, one down your throat, one up that well used cunt of yours and your dextrous fingers wrapped around another two. They did all the work, you just lay there and took it, plastered in the fruits of their labour. Your backside was so stretched you could have taken two cocks up there tonight.’
‘Logan,’ I cried as I squirmed below him, his fingers pulling, pinching and squeezing me, his words bringing back flashes of the evening, making me sound like some skanky ho. He so knew how to turn me on.
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