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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