Chapter 27: Laila Has an Unexpected Form of Income

After my adventures with Aino and Venla (not to mention the interlude with Xiaomei), I had decided to limit my sexual escapades outside of my relationships. After all, my wife Susan had every right to demand my attention, my second family with Francesca and Kim was already an extravagance to justify - and then there was my job, which consisted of banging rich and stunning beauties for a fee.

I was fortunate enough to be able to charge such extravagant fees that I really didn’t need many clients. However, it was still a lot of sex, even for a highly trained person like me. On the bright side, it kept me in great shape. After years of banging hours every day, my stamina was unmatched, while my body was in great condition - better than ever before in my life. One hour of fucking a chick with hard pounding didn’t even cause my pulse to go up.

My fitness, combined with the confidence derived from screwing the most desirable women on the planet (and making them pay for it), knowing that nothing in their lives had ever given them the same level of pleasure, must have created this aura of confident sex appeal irresistible to girls in search of fun - or sex, to be precise.

I noticed female attention everywhere I went, boobs pushed forward, sexy poses, wet lips - but few ladies dared to come forward. Maybe it’s our society, maybe it’s our nature - but the role of females is to seduce, not to chase. This has mostly kept me out of trouble.

However, my first date with Kim had prompted Sandy to come forward with a note in my pocket, then it snowballed when Xiaomei, Aino and Venla expressed interest when I went out with Sandy (well, Xiaomei expressed her interest in a fairly physical way by grabbing my dick).

However, there were still leads I hadn’t followed up on - something no self-respecting professional can afford, right? These came from a lunch date with Xiaomei, where our intense and noisy toilet fuck resulted in more notes in my pocket: one from the three girls on their night out, Sally, Melody and Gina, and another from Laila.

Laila turned out to be a popular figure on Instagram, with nearly a hundred thousand followers on her beauty channel. Her striking beauty, especially her well-proportioned boobs, was an important component of her popularity. Her face, makeup, and hair were flawlessly perfect, reminiscent of a Barbie doll.

Her luscious, pouting lips seemed irresistibly tempting, attracting cocks like a magnet, and her cascading, curly blonde hair would be the envy of most, despite my suspicion that it required considerable maintenance.

Her note had been simple: “Let’s fuck sometime! XXX.”

Could I really afford to pass up this opportunity? Even with my commitment to my three permanent sex partners and the demands of my business, the temptation was too strong to resist for long. The offer was simply too good to pass up. Fucking fashion models for money only keeps you happy for so long, doesn’t it?

When I found myself with another free evening, my resistance crumbled. I messaged her, sending a picture of her note with a simple “Now?”

Seconds later, her reply contained nothing more than an address.

“This girl is serious,” I thought.

With my bag packed and ready, I left the loft I rented from my assistant, Angela, and quickly hailed a cab. The destination was only a few blocks away, and I probably could have walked, but the short cab ride gave me a few minutes to revisit her Instagram feed, which reminded me of her captivating sexuality.

Upon my arrival, I messaged her again, and the door buzzed, followed by a text message that read, “Top floor.”

Anxiously, I made my way to the penthouse, but there was no indication of her real name on the door. Laila was probably just a pseudonym. I couldn’t help but think that Angela, who was overseeing my offspring, would be quite displeased at the lack of a real name if this meeting turned out to be as successful as I hoped.

Laila greeted me as the elevator doors opened to the penthouse floor. She was elegantly dressed in a pink silk robe that wrapped her gracefully and showed a lot of cleavage. She led me into her spacious loft, which had floor-to-ceiling windows providing a breathtaking view of the dazzling lights of the City of London.

Upon entering, I noticed two glasses of champagne elegantly placed on the table next to an exquisite bottle. Laila handed me one of the glasses and we toasted “to good sex.”

As we sipped our drinks, she caught my eye and with a fluid motion, her robe fell to the floor. All I could manage was to say, “Wow” as I downed my drink and reached for her.

Our eyes remained locked as I fondled her nipples. Her ample breasts, which appeared to be beyond a D cup, stood firm without any support. Within moments, I had her nipples fully aroused, and the subtle changes in her breathing revealed her increasing pleasure.

I began to stroke her clit as well. She remained motionless, staring into my eyes. The only noticeable difference was her mouth opening as her breathing rate increased. I noticed the moisture appearing on her vaginal lips, the twitching of her eyebrows, the opening of her mouth - but she tried hard to keep her composure, staring into my eyes, determined to resist my assault.

She had chosen the wrong opponent; I knew exactly what to do. Smiling, I continued my attack - without flinching.

The look in her eyes became more and more pleading. She soon realized she could not win this standoff. I continued to rub her clit with my fingers, mercilessly driving her lust up, my other hand twisting her nipples. It was exciting to know that her resistance was futile - nothing would stop her impending orgasm.

She tried to hold back for another five minutes - but finally closed her eyes and admitted defeat. Her legs trembled and her body shook uncontrollably as the orgasm washed over her body.

Having won the standoff, I had mercy and held her up, preventing her legs from giving way. She fell into my arms, her body flailing.

I picked her up easily. She weighed no more than fifty kilograms. Probably half of that weight was in her breasts, I chuckled.

I placed her on the bed, undressed and got ready. She was still recovering when I began to give her clit renewed attention - this time with my mouth. She shivered as I sucked her little pink clit into my mouth. My index fingers began to probe her pussy, which tightly clenched around it when I entered.

Her tunnel was so tight that I couldn’t get another finger in, so I just fingered her with my index finger - my thumb rubbed her tiny asshole, which was tightly closed. As she climaxed again, her hands were in my hair, roughly pushing my head toward her clit. Her hips moved up and down with such force that I feared for my safety before she went completely limp again.

No words had been spoken between us, except for our hushed toast “to good sex” - a phrase that seemed appropriate for the moment. My hands began to explore her flawlessly smooth body, tracing the contours of her long, slender legs, the gentle curve of her thighs, the delicate triangle of her pussy nestled in the wide gap between her legs, and her slender waist.

I spent a lot of time on her massive set of boobs, the most prominent feature of her otherwise petite frame. I wondered if those voluptuous melons were entirely natural. If not, they were very well made.

She kept her eyes closed, savoring the sensations as my hands roamed her body. When I had thoroughly caressed her huge jugs, I shifted my attention to her face, gently sliding my fingers along her neck and cheeks until I planted a long kiss on her full, pouty lips.

We kissed for a long time, our bodies pressed against each other, her legs wrapped around me, her arms locked behind my neck, her breasts almost suffocating me. My dick was trapped in the hot triangle between her legs, rubbing lightly against her voluptuous pussy lips. She was in heat and moaning into my mouth.

What happened next surprised even me - who had screwed hundreds of girls in all kinds of positions and places: she grabbed something from the counter behind her bed and put a band around my head. When I reached up, I discovered an action camera attached to my forehead. Instead of explaining anything, she just ordered: “Fuck! Me! Hard!”

Before I had time to react, she had grabbed my hard dick that was between her hot wet pussy lips and shoved it into her tight tunnel. Pressing her hips hard against me, she let my dick sink into her tight pussy in one swift motion, clenching on its side so hard it almost hurt.

Having my dick in such a tight pussy, huge tits pressing against my chest, and pouty lips moaning, “Yes ... Fuck me hard!” didn’t give me much of a chance to think through the issue of the camera on my forehead.