Chapter 30: Laila Has an Unexpected Form of Income

After my adventures with Aino and Venla (not to mention the interlude with Xiaomei and Charlotte), I had decided to limit my sexual escapades outside of my relationships. After all, my wife Susan had every right to demand my attention, and now our nanny Nina made my head spin as well. 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 like Giovanna for a fee.

I was fortunate enough 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 pounding away, my stamina was unmatched, while my body was in the best condition it had ever been. One hour of hard fucking didn’t even cause my pulse to quicken.

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 that was irresistible to girls in search of fun - or sex, to be precise. My sexual prowess was so far beyond normal guys; it was like comparing the fitness of a marathon runner to that of a regular taxi driver.

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. Few women were as daring as Xiaomei, who had just grabbed my dick from behind as I was pissing. This lack of active chase mostly kept me out of trouble.

However, my first date with Kim had prompted Sandy to slip a note into my pocket, then it snowballed when Xiaomei, Aino, and Venla expressed interest after my outing with Sandy. Even after satisfying all four of those chicks, there were still leads left dangling - something no self-respecting professional can afford to ignore, right? I mean, didn’t males have the duty to spread their genes as much as possible by knocking up any willing female?

These leads stemmed from my intense lunch date with Xiaomei, where our 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.

For a second, my thoughts lingered on the lunch date with Xiaomei. What was supposed to be a quick interlude just to keep myself busy while Kim and Francesca were out shopping spiraled into a wild orgy when my two lovers sent me steamy pictures from the changing cabin in a lingerie shop. One thing led to another, and at the end, Xiaomei was being taken by half of the men at the restaurant while I was forced to seduce the stacked sales lady Charlotte to join the fray in the changing cabin.

Yes, that had been a great day, I remembered fondly. Now, back to the note from Laila.

Laila turned out to be a dazzling sensation on a large image-sharing site, boasting nearly a hundred thousand followers on her beauty channel. Her striking looks, especially her perfectly sculpted boobs, played a crucial role in her allure. Every feature on her face, along with her meticulously styled hair and makeup, was flawlessly pristine, making her resemble a living Barbie doll.

Her luscious, pouting lips looked so tantalizing, they practically pulled in cocks like a magnet, and her cascading, curly blonde hair was the envy of many, even though I suspected it demanded a lot of upkeep.

The note she slipped me was refreshingly straightforward: “Let’s fuck sometime! XXX.”

Could I really let this golden opportunity slip through my fingers? Despite my commitments to three regular sex partners and the constant demands of my lucrative business, the temptation was too intense to resist for long. The offer was just too good to ignore. After all, screwing fashion models for money only satisfies a man for so long, doesn’t it?

When I found myself with a free evening, my resistance melted away. I shot her a quick message, attaching a picture of her note with a simple, bold “Now?”

In mere seconds, her reply was just an address.

“This girl means business,” 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 social media feed, which was a stunning showcase of Laila’s captivating sexuality.

Her photos felt almost too perfect, presenting her as if she were a sex doll come to life. Her well-proportioned, round melons seemed almost impossibly voluptuous, defying gravity as they stood tall on her slim frame, begging for attention. The way they filled out her tops, creating deep cleavage that seemed designed to tease and entice, was enough to make any red-blooded male’s heart race.

Her skin appeared flawlessly smooth, glowing under the carefully curated lighting of her selfies. Every inch of her body radiated perfection - from the sleek lines of her waist to the generous curves of her hips that flared out like an hourglass, accentuating her feminine silhouette.

Those luscious, pouting lips were painted a sultry shade of red, looking soft and inviting, ready to wrap around anything that dared to approach. The way she posed, with her cascading, curly blonde hair framing her face, was an art in itself; it tumbled down her shoulders like a waterfall, each strand shimmering as if it had been styled by a professional every single day.

Her perfectly manicured nails, often shown holding a cocktail or playfully running through her hair, added to the overall allure. And those piercing blue eyes? They sparkled with mischief and a promise of fun, as if daring anyone to come closer and find out just how wild she could be.

Scrolling through her feed, I couldn’t help but think about how this encounter was going to be different. Usually, women paid me for the privilege, and I made sure to keep that dynamic intact. There was something about the exchange of money that added an extra layer of dominance, a big ego boost knowing these gorgeous babes forked over cash for the chance to get pounded by me. But with Laila, I was making an exception. She was simply too hot to pass up, and this time, the thrill of pure, raw attraction was enough. No money, just the undeniable pull between us. There was something primal about that - it was almost more exciting than the business arrangement.

As soon as I arrived at her building, I shot Laila a quick message, and almost immediately, the door buzzed open. A second later, my phone pinged with a message: “Top floor.”

The anticipation thrummed through me as I made my way to the elevator. The penthouse level? This girl was living large, clearly. The ride up felt endless, and when the doors slid open, I was greeted by an elegant, anonymous entrance - no name on the door, not even a hint of her real identity. I figured “Laila” was just a pseudonym, though it did make me chuckle, thinking about how Angela might roll her eyes at the lack of traceability if things went well tonight.

Laila was waiting for me, bathed in the soft light, dressed in a pink silk robe that barely clung to her, teasing more skin than it covered. The way it hugged her curves was a sight to behold - especially her rack, which was just begging to spill out of the fabric. My pulse quickened as I took it all in. Her cleavage alone was enough to make me wonder how long I’d be able to keep my hands off her. The robe was the perfect tease, giving just enough of a view to drive me wild while still leaving a lot to the imagination. But not for long, I thought.

She turned, motioning me inside with a sly smile. Her loft was lavish, floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the sparkling City of London in all its nighttime glory. But at that moment, the only sight that mattered was her.

On a sleek glass table, two champagne glasses awaited next to an expensive-looking bottle, the bubbles already rising in the glasses.

She handed me a glass, her fingers brushing mine. With a sultry smile, she raised hers. “To good sex,” she purred.

“To good sex,” I echoed, grinning as our glasses clinked, amused by the unsubtle hint of why I was there. This woman meant business.

We sipped, but the tension in the air was so thick I could hardly focus on the champagne. Her lips, soft and full as they pressed against the glass, made me think about how they’d look wrapped around my dick. It didn’t take long before she set her drink down, and with a graceful motion, slid the robe from her shoulders. It fluttered to the floor, revealing her completely.

“Wow,” was all I could manage as I tossed back the rest of my drink and reached for her, unable to hold back any longer.

My hands found her tits first, those massive, gravity-defying jugs that could have easily passed for E cups - perky and standing tall without a hint of sag. My fingers wasted no time exploring her nipples, and they responded instantly, hardening under my touch. Her eyes never left mine, not even as I kneaded her flesh, each squeeze coaxing a soft gasp from her lips.

Without wasting time, my other hand slid between her legs. Her pussy was already slick, lips parting like she’d been waiting all night for this. I began rubbing her clit, slow at first, then faster, while my fingers twisted her nipples. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, but I could see her struggling to maintain control. Her breath quickened, her mouth opened, but she stayed stock-still, stubbornly trying to hold her ground.

Wrong move. I smirked, continuing my assault - mercilessly teasing her clit while pulling her nipples. The battle was on, but I wasn’t the one losing. Her breathing hitched, and her eyes turned pleading, silently begging for release, yet she refused to give in.

But we both knew she couldn’t hold out forever. I felt her resolve cracking. Five minutes passed, her body trembling as I pushed her closer to the edge. She was desperately clinging on, but I had her pinned with my touch. There was no escape.

Finally, her eyes fluttered shut, her body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her. Her legs buckled, and I caught her, holding her tight as the waves of pleasure wracked her frame. Her whole body trembled in my arms as she came hard, her pussy pulsing around my fingers.

When it was over, she collapsed against me, panting, her body limp.

Victory was mine

As her body quivered and her breathing began to steady, I scooped her up effortlessly, marveling at how light she felt in my arms. It amused me to think that most of her weight was in her gigantic jugs, while the rest of her body was so delicately crafted, like a work of art. I carried her to the bed, her body still shivering from the aftershocks of her climax, and gently placed her down. The intoxicating sweetness of her orgasm still clung to my fingers, a sultry reminder of the pleasure I had just coaxed from her. Laila lay there, utterly spent

When it was over, she collapsed against me, panting, her body limp. Victory was mine.

As her body quivered and her breathing began to steady, I scooped her up effortlessly, marveling at how light she felt in my arms. It amused me to think that most of her weight was in her gigantic jugs, while the rest of her body was so delicately crafted, like a work of art. I carried her to the bed, her body still shivering from the aftershocks of her climax, and gently placed her down.

While she lay there, panting heavily, I 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 between my lips. My index finger began to probe her pussy, her tight walls clenching around it as soon as I slipped inside. Her tunnel was so tight I couldn’t even get another finger in, so I just worked her with my index finger, feeling her body react.

Her climax built quickly again. Her hands tangled in my hair, roughly pushing my head deeper toward her clit, her hips thrusting up and down with such force I feared for my safety for a brief moment - until she came hard for the second time that night. Her whole body jerked, then went completely limp once more, utterly spent and trembling.

My hands began their slow exploration of her flawlessly smooth skin, tracing the elegant lines of her long, slender legs. The gentle swell of her thighs invited my touch, and my fingers lingered over the delicate triangle of her pussy, nestled perfectly in the wide gap between her thighs. The tightness of her waist accentuated the feminine curves that flowed effortlessly into the softness of her hips, like a masterpiece crafted to incite desire.

My attention was drawn to the most prominent feature of her otherwise petite frame - her massive jugs. My hands roamed those voluptuous melons, marveling at how firm yet yielding they felt under my fingers. Whether they were natural or enhanced, it hardly mattered; they were flawless, perfectly sculpted to drive any man wild.

She kept her eyes closed, fully absorbed in the sensations as my hands explored every inch of her body. No words were necessary between us, save for our earlier whispered toast - “to good sex” - which now seemed to perfectly encapsulate the moment we were sharing.

As I looked down at her, it was almost surreal. Her curves, so perfect and smooth, and her unreal, doll-like face, made her seem more like a fantasy than a flesh-and-blood woman. It was as if a beauty filter had been placed over her, amplifying her already striking features into something beyond perfection. She lay there, beneath me, like a sex doll brought to life, embodying every man’s ultimate fantasy.

I leaned down and kissed her, starting with a soft brush of my lips against hers before diving into a long, deep kiss that seemed to fuse us together. Her body instinctively responded, her legs wrapping tightly around me, pulling me closer, while her arms locked behind my neck. Her breasts, soft and pillowy, pressed up against me, their warmth and fullness making it hard to breathe in the best possible way.

My cock, rock hard and aching for release, was caught in the hot, inviting space between her thighs, rubbing lightly against her slick pussy lips. Her two orgasms, far from sating her, had stoked the flames of her desire into a raging inferno that demanded more. The hunger in her body was impossible to ignore, and I knew this moment was building toward something even more intense.

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

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

Having my dick buried deep in such a tight pussy, her massive tits pressing against my chest, and her pouty lips breathlessly moaning, “Yes ... fuck me hard!” didn’t give me much of a chance to wonder about the purpose of the camera on my forehead.

I surrendered completely, driving my hips forward with all my strength, each thrust forcing the air out of her lungs. She was lost in pure ecstasy, her moans escalating to joyful screams that filled the room, punctuated by urgent cries like “Oh yeah!” “Oh my God!” “Harder!” “That’s it!” “You’re SO big!” and “Fill me up!”

Every thrust brought her closer to the edge, her body reacting instinctively to my rhythm. My arms braced against the bed, providing me with the perfect view of her blissful face, her eyes tightly shut in pleasure, and her voluptuous breasts bouncing enticingly with each movement. When another orgasm rippled through her, making her body shake with overwhelming spasms, I kept up my relentless pounding, unyielding in my desire to push her further into ecstasy.